Wu Dawei is a third-rate disciple of a third-rate sect in Chenjun, and he feels that the reason why he is mixed like this is that his parents did not name him well.

"Dawei", a vast world, great achievements, sounds good, but his surname is Wu, "no Dawei", isn't there nothing great to do?

Therefore, Wu Dawei is still only in the realm of Linyuan Sanpin, although he has also practiced a few swordsmanship, but he doesn't even have a sword of his own, and he usually sharpens the wooden sword to practice.

Since it is a third-rate sect, it also has the advantage that it is not very strict with the disciples in the sect, to put it simply, it is to come and do some work when there is work, and feel free when there is none.

By chance, Wu Dawei heard the elders in the sect talking about the sword competition - yes, as a little-known third-rate sect, there is still an elder in the sect, and this elder has still seen the world, as if he is a disciple of a major sect, because of his injury, he will not be able to survive the Ling Yuan realm in this life.

Wu Dawei was immediately attracted, such a grand event is the place where all those who aspire to become "swordsmen" should go!

After helping the elder chop firewood for two days, Wu Dawei finally earned five taels of silver, which was enough for him to come to this Holy Sword Sect from that mountain—probably.

The hard work paid off, although he took a lot of detours, but Wu Dawei still came to the magnificent Hualong River, saw the majestic Tianguang Mountain, and everything in front of him made him open-minded - such a place has the atmosphere of a great sect.

Following the crowd going up the mountain, Wu Dawei mixed into Tianguang Mountain, in order not to get lost on such a big mountain and miss the start of the sword competition, Wu Dawei waited on the martial arts arena very early. Of course, there were quite a few people who waited with him.

Wu Dawei also saw the elders and seniors sitting at the top, everyone had a demeanor and a strong atmosphere, and they were all existences that he could only look up to!

Sitting in front of that huge plaque must be Lu Siren, the Sect Master of the Holy Sword Sect, but Ling Yuan is a powerhouse of the Nine Ranks, I'm afraid he can defeat himself with one finger - no, I'm afraid that even the Elder is not his opponent in one move!

Moreover, on the right side of the Deer Sect Master, it seems that the four special elders of the Holy Sword Sect should be sitting on those four seats, so it must be quite a powerful person to let so many sect masters wait here without complaint......

Just when Wu Dawei thought that this was not in vain, there seemed to be some commotion around.

Could it be that on such an occasion, some people dare to make trouble?

Wu Dawei followed the crowd and looked at it, as if a girl had provoked someone, and because it was a little far away, he couldn't see it clearly.

Then, Wu Dawei felt that he had accidentally stepped on something.

He looked down and suddenly looked strange.

Because at his feet is a sword.

The body of the sword is more than three feet long, narrow and long, and the scabbard is red with crane patterns on it, which looks exquisite.

Although Wu Dawei didn't have a sword, he could also see that this should be a woman's sword.

With a hook of his toes, he hooked the sword off the ground and swiped it in his hand.

"I don't know who dropped it?" Wu Dawei looked left and right, and no one seemed to be looking for a sword.

"Could it be that you have a fortune today?" Wu Dawei was secretly happy in his heart, regardless of whether he was a woman's sword or not, for Wu Dawei, who had no sword at all, he could use it.

He was happily looking at the sword in his hand when he heard something being said by the person next to him.

When I pricked up my ears and listened, there was a vague "Luoyang City Zhu Family", "Holy Sword Sect", and "Great Happiness"...... and so on, leaving him confused.

Before he could ask, a thunderclap suddenly exploded in his heart, and he could no longer hear any other sound in his ears.

Wu Dawei slowly came to his senses, and only then did he realize that it was not thunder, but a sentence.

"There are 3,000 swordsmen in the world, and they have also had a drink with me!"

Although it was just a sentence, Wu Dawei listened to it with enthusiasm, and the internal force involuntarily operated.

There are 3,000 swordsmen in the world, how many heroes have been in the past and present, if they stick to the rules and do not forge ahead, they will eventually be trampled underfoot; only with invincible faith can one person, one sword and one pot of wine, truly free and fearless.

Wu Dawei's heart was surging, and he even had the urge to dance the sword on the spot.

"Where is the sword?"

It was the same voice again, but it was like a silent drizzle, and there was no trace of it.

Wu Dawei was stunned, these words seemed to be very straightforward, but when he pondered carefully, he felt extraordinary.

He looked at the sword in his hand, the sword was naturally in his hand, but ...... Where is the sword I desire?

This "sword" is not the shape of the hand, but a kind of truth, an obsession, a sword intent, and a kind of enlightenment.

If you can get the sword in your heart, you can also be a three-foot green blade with a snap of your fingers!

Wu Dawei was intoxicated and couldn't extricate himself, as if he had found the direction of the future.

At that moment, the voice sounded again, this time as if it had been discovered by surprise.

"Thousands of turns, falling leaves and deep clouds. ”

"So it's here!"

In the last four words, Wu Dawei had a feeling that he was really by the speaker's side, he turned his head, and then he was stunned.

What kind of predecessor is this, if you really want to describe it, Wu Dawei can only use immortals to describe it.

Not only is the dress gorgeous and exquisite, but this senior is kind and good-looking, and he is as rich as jade, if it weren't for the wrinkles and beard on his face, he wouldn't be able to tell that this is a senior!

When Wu Dawei didn't know how to speak for a while, the senior spoke.

"Young man, this is not your sword, don't be blinded by it. ”

Like an initiation, Wu Dawei woke up instantly, it turned out that this old-timer was here to mention himself!

He looked at the sword in his hand, although this sword could meet his temporary needs, it was indeed not his own, nor was it the kendo he wanted to pursue.

Thinking of this, Wu Dawei handed over the sword with both hands.

"The juniors are taught, and the seniors are invited to accept it!"

——This senior was naturally Fu Hao who pretended to be Gong Mo, and he took the sword in surprise, still puzzled in his heart.

"How simple is it? I thought it would take some work. Hey—were you really conquered by my personal temperament?" Fu Hao muttered to himself.

He just said that this sword was not his, don't be fooled, and the young man returned it.

"Knowing that you can change, it's a great thing to be good!" Fu Hao nodded with a smile, and suddenly felt that this kind of feeling of educating juniors was also good.

In Wu Dawei's respectful eyes, Fu Hao swept up lightly, put his hands behind his back, walked leisurely, and came to Li Yuanyuan again.

Handing the sword to Li Yuanyuan, Fu Hao smiled and said, "Miss Li, don't lose it again." ”

Then he turned around and soared into the air, his sleeves fluttering, and swept across the martial arts arena.

Li Yuanyuan came back from the shock, and she shouted, "Senior, haven't asked your name yet?"

Fu Hao deliberately flew very slowly, just waiting for this sentence.

He laughed, and his laughter seemed to contain an open-minded understanding of life and worldly affairs.

"A dream is full of spring and autumn, and a wake-up is impermanent. ”

"Who can resist the sword intent of Mingguang, it is hidden like a ghost and a miracle. ”

"My previous name has long been forgotten, and now I only bear the name of "Tibet". ”

"Old man Gong Mo, everyone, I've been waiting for a long time!"

(End of chapter)