Daozen rode a horse down a forest path. Although he was also about to go to Wanjian Mountain Villa, he didn't take the avenue, and specially asked the local hunters to take such a path. A knife led the horse, with a wine jug in his hand, walked two steps and drank two sips, and then he was silly and happy. When the old horse walked a few steps, he had to stop and wait for a knife, but he was really out of character, and his nose snorted, but he dragged a knife forward. I don't know if it's a knife leading the horse, or a horse leading the knife.

Daozen raised his head and took a sip of wine, since there is wine to drink in a knife, Daozen will not lack his own wine. It's just that now, it's early spring, and there is less biting cold, and drinking is no longer so comfortable.

Spirits are paired with a cold winter, and the cold knife is stained with blood. That's heroism. Daozen shook his head, laughing at himself for being really strong in wine, where did the spirits come from here, only the rice wine made by Orion himself in his hand, even if it was rice wine, it was still Daozen who struggled to persuade Orion to sell him a few pots of wine. The hunter in the mountain was not polite, and asked for a few taels of silver when he came up. Daozen is really going to kill people on the spot, I have only heard of no treachery and no business, but today I really saw it once.

When he saw wine, he always stole it and drank it, regardless of whether it was his own family or not. Running away with two pots, Daozen was still hesitating, but now a knife helped him. Daochan put the silver in the hands of Orion: "You, you should really go to business, hunting in the mountains, it is really condescending." ”

"Hehe, that's exactly what I mean. "The Orion believed it.

Dao Chan sighed, took the wine jug and left, talking to this person, Dao Chan really couldn't suppress the anger.

But fortunately, although it is a rice wine made by himself, I opened a pot and smelled it on the tip of my nose, and there was a smell of rice. Daozen nodded in satisfaction, hung the remaining two pots around his waist, and rode up the mountain.

"Luofeng Mountain, sometimes I really don't understand what this person thinks when he names mountains and rivers. This mountain is called Luofeng Mountain, I haven't seen a phoenix, but there are a lot of pheasants. Isn't it the pheasant in this mountain that the phoenix is referring to?" Dao Chan said to himself, anyway, even if he had a knife on the side, he would only be stupid and happy, and he would not talk to himself.

The mountains are high and densely forested, and in the mountains and forests, you can see a huge manor in the distance.

"Presumably that is the Ten Thousand Swords Villa. is a good sword master, named Wanjian, it is really heroic, but I don't know if it is real. It is said that the only one who can be called the Sword Saint is the Wind Emperor first. Although most of the martial artists practice swords, and there are countless people who have been famous in the way of the sword since ancient times, there are very few who can be called 'sword saints', and the reason is not that they have not cultivated to the earth fairyland, but because of the word 'virtue'. Although it has its ability, but there is no virtue to match, even if it is good at swordsmanship, how can it be, at most it is mixed with the name of a kendo master. ”

Dao Chan is now a double cultivation of swords, and naturally moved the idea of meeting this person, if nothing else, he just wants to know how great the sword path of the Wind Emperor is, it is called the sword without a sword, and it is really the peak of the sword path. And that king has a way, although the sword has not been completed for many years, but it is also quite praised by martial artists in the rivers and lakes. It is said that today's swordsmen in the rivers and lakes are not able to hold the bull's ear.

Therefore, Wanjian Villa has become a holy place for people who practice swords, and Wang Youdao, who lives in a simple place, although he does not regard himself as a grandmaster and does not teach people martial arts, but a group of martial artists voluntarily come to Wanjian Villa and call themselves disciples. This is the Ten Thousand Swords Villa.

Dao Chan went straight to Wanjian Villa from Longhu Mountain, although he was excited, he didn't really look for Wang Youdao to compete. Now he is only Huang Tingjie, even if he wants to do it, then the result can be imagined. But if it is really necessary, Dao Chan will not flinch, Xuan Tong told him not to easily step into the earth fairyland, that is just Xuan Tong's advice, and how can Dao Chan be the master of peace?

Falling to the ground with a knife, Daozen jumped off the horse, helped the knife to the horse's back, and then led the old horse forward.

The reason why it is called a holy place for sword practitioners is because there is a king and a way there. Although Wang Youdao is called the Sword Saint by the rivers and lakes, it is because there is a mysterious person in the rivers and lakes, who is this person? But the "World Commentary" he wrote is well known in the rivers and lakes. This book is not about the philosophy of the Great Dao, let alone a biography of wild history. It is the deeds of famous warriors on the rivers and lakes. Most of them are the competitions and results of the people in the rivers and lakes, and they are carefully evaluated one by one and ranked out. This book has been circulating in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and every other year, new books are published. Although this book is just the words of a family, the commentary in the book is unique and convincing by the people of the rivers and lakes.

And "World Commentary" said that Wang Youdao has a poem: The way of the sword has been sanctified, and the heart is moved by ten thousand swords. The book also records a deed of Wang Youdao, saying that Wang Youdao was a master of swordsmanship, and one day he traveled through the north and suddenly encountered a group of thousands of barbarians who were chasing the southerners. Wang Youdao pulled out the long sword in his hand, and then inserted the long sword into the scabbard, and ten thousand sword shadows appeared in the sky above the barbarian. The shadow of the sword fell like a thunderbolt in the clear sky. The southerners only cared about fleeing for their lives, but they didn't care about what was behind them, and when they couldn't hear the shouts and hooves behind them, they stopped and looked back. But I saw that all the barbarians were cut down from their horses. So later there was another saying: Although there are thousands of people, they are not able to defeat one of their blows.

"But what can I do, who told the half-stunned man to give him to my list? Besides, he is not necessarily our enemy, and he will definitely not do it if he can do it. Daochan nodded again and again, feeling that what he said was not wrong at all, although he understood the sword technique of the Wind Emperor, and now he is cultivating to a thousand miles a day, but he is facing a real earth immortal martial artist this time, although he is not afraid at all, but he is not confident that he can beat Wang Youdao, who has already achieved great swordsmanship.

And after such a long time, as his cultivation improved, the bead pill in the dantian became smaller and smaller. After Xuantong taught the "Taishang Sutra" to Dao Chan, Dao Chan had to run this heart every day to absorb the internal force in the bead pill. But the more he ascended the martial rank, the more difficult it became for him to absorb internal force. This made him wonder, so he asked Xuantong: "Master, why is it more and more difficult to absorb?"

Xuantong glared at him: "Do you think that even if Zhang Chunfeng imparts a body of cultivation to you, it will be your thing? This will only pave the way for you, but you will eventually have to finish it yourself." Isn't it true that the higher the martial arts level, the more difficult it is to advance? Stinky boy, you really think that there is a pie in the world. ”

Although Xuantong was not shy about Zhang Chunfeng's inheritance of his cultivation, if Dao Chan asked, he would answer. But when Dao Chan asked Ming Huikong what exactly he had planted in him? However, Xuantong also said that Dao Chan can be safe and sound when there is no cliff top, because of the things that Huikong planted in his body. Otherwise, the meridians will definitely be damaged, and the martial arts will be goodbye.

And Dao Zen is just the opposite, although at that time forcibly used all the internal force that Zhang Chunfeng in his body transitioned to himself, and most of the meridians were damaged, but later under the nourishment of the bead pill in the dantian, his meridians were all recovered, and they were stronger than before, not only that, because of the cultivation at that time to climb to the earth immortal in an instant, he was like a blind man, suddenly regained his light, and climbed to the top of Mount Tai, and enjoyed the scenery of the world. His comprehension of the sword technique of the Wind Emperor Xian was so fast that he was amazed.

Originally, he thought that all of this was due to Zhang Chunfeng, but now he knew that it was because of Huikong.

It's just that there is one thing that makes Dao Chan wonder, why he can't master Zhang Chunfeng's sword duel. I was stuck on the third type when I was at Eagle Sorrow Peak, and I have been until now.

"It's hard to get even. What does it mean?" Dao Chan took another sip of wine, and his mouth was broken: "Broken and brown, as a paramecium with high eyes. What do you mean, is it because I'm not wearing enough clothes?" Dao Zen looked at himself, although he didn't wear very well, but he hadn't reached the point of blue wisps on the road.

"Do I really have to dress up as a beggar? Or do I have the wrong posture when I practice, and I have to look up at the sky while practicing the sword?"

Daozen looked at the cloudless blue sky and frowned: "What are you kidding, how can a generation of sword demons be so stupid." ”

A knife snorted twice on the horse's back, and Daozen smiled: "I didn't say that it was a shame to be a beggar. ”

A gust of wind passed through the forest, Dao Chan shuddered, and looked around in a panic: "Old man Zhang, don't be angry, I didn't scold you, even you, a master, will teach martial arts, but only let me finish memorizing it, and I won't give you any explanation." It's not that I'm complaining about you, it's just that you're a bit unqualified as a teacher. If you are not happy, when I go back to Broken Sword Mountain, I will definitely bring you some good things, if you always feel lonely, I will find you two beautiful little ladies. ”

Seeing that the surroundings were as calm as ever, Dao Chan patted his chest. It seems that Zhang Chunfeng really came to him just now.

"However, since the master is here, how can he escape from the battle? Master and his old man said that the heart is up to oneself, and the body can be left to oneself. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, since we think like this, let's do it. ”

Dao Chan now admires his master more and more, and what he says is indeed hidden in great wisdom. He thought so, but Daozen himself didn't realize that he was just emboldening himself with his master's words.

patted the old horse, which he bought at a great price, although the pace was slow, it was an old horse at a glance, Dao Chan was quite satisfied with this old horse, and the words of the sharp-beaked monkey cheek merchant who sold the horse were: The wife is the closest, and the old horse is good. He is not in a hurry, when it will all depend on the mood of the old horse, or should it be said that the physical strength, because the old horse has a knife on his back, and his nose has been panting.

Although it is rice wine, although Daozen has not yet arrived at Wanjian Villa, he is already drunk, and he is swaying forward with his eyes closed. The old horse seemed to feel the left and right swaying of Dao Zen, and his pace was lighter and steady. The black-hearted merchant was unintentionally right. The old horse is the best, although it is not strong, but it knows people's hearts. Lao Ma looked up at Wanjian Villa, and in the twilight, the Wajiao Pavilion was even more solemn. He snorted, as if he knew that Dao Chan was where Dao Chan was going, and walked towards the Ten Thousand Swords Villa.