Song Qingfeng was dressed in burlap clothes, dressed as a civilian little old man, and walked on the main road of Songmen City.

Watching the civilians live under his control, hiding in the crowd and listening to others praise him, feeling the heartfelt satisfaction of being in a hot spring are his few hobbies.

Unlike those martial artists who pursue a higher realm, Song Qingfeng considers himself a very contented person.

Song Qingfeng's father is the deputy head of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, since he was a child, Song Qingfeng has been a high-level disciple of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, and his status in the Qingfeng Sword Sect is transcendent, and Song Qingfeng belongs to the kind of natural swordsman who is rare to see in a hundred years.

Song Qingfeng didn't think that martial arts was very important, Song Qingfeng, who was born as a swordsman, practiced swordsmanship day by day, and he still had a sense of accomplishment at first, but over time, Song Qingfeng felt that learning martial arts was like that.

Learning martial arts is boring.

That's right, Song Qingfeng also fell into a trough of decadence for a period of time, not because he encountered any setbacks in his martial arts, but because he couldn't feel the pleasure of practicing martial arts.

Song Qingfeng looked at those peers who poked me and I poked you with clumsy swordsmanship, they were actually very envious, they could feel their own progress, climb with their own efforts, struggle, and feel the joy of success, but what about themselves?

Song Qingfeng looked at his hands, compared to the calloused hands of his peers, there were almost no traces of sword practice in his hands, and it felt like a matter of course to hold the sword and use swordsmanship, Song Qingfeng didn't understand why it would be so difficult for others to do this kind of thing like eating, drinking chopsticks, drinking water, and holding cups.

"Perhaps...... Isn't it hard enough?"

Song Qingfeng began to make it more difficult for himself, his swordsmanship was more precise and varied, and he even began to practice using the hilt of his sword to block sword moves.

However, soon Song Qingfeng reached the peak that others could not reach, feeling the same shock, stunned, ashamed, jealous, and adoring eyes around him, Song Qingfeng was tired of it.

Until one day, Song Qingfeng saw that a new miscellaneous disciple was struggling to chop firewood on a whim, and he used his sword to split the firewood on a whim, and when he saw the eyes of the miscellaneous disciple who admired and longed, Song Qingfeng said to the ghost: "Want to learn? I'll teach you." ”

Later, that miscellaneous disciple made a splash during the Qingfeng Sword Sect Sect Sect Competition, trampling all the people who looked down on him on weekdays, and seeing this scene, something that had been silent for a long time in the depths of Song Qingfeng's heart suddenly trembled.

Song Qingfeng became a helpful person, he would always instruct the swordsmanship of the later protégés, sparring the disciples of the same generation, and even the miscellaneous disciples chopping wood to instruct the miscellaneous disciples how to get the best results with the least effort.

Watching those who had been instructed by himself soar into the sky, Song Qingfeng's heart surged with a long-lost pleasure.

Song Qingfeng enjoyed that feeling very much, the feeling that he could change or even manipulate the trajectory of a person's life, and all he had to pay was a few words of guidance or a little resource.

Song Qingfeng's actions inadvertently laid a huge foundation for himself, these people have been favored by Song Qingfeng, and they are loyal to Song Qingfeng, and this has always been remembered by Song Qingfeng's father.

Song Qingfeng's father didn't have any talent against the sky, and he climbed to the position of deputy head purely by hard work, but he was unwilling to be only a deputy head, he felt that he was much better than the current head who would only keep the foundation. But when the old master was dying, he forced him to swear that he would be the deputy head of the assistant head, and the dying teacher forced him to follow the teacher's wishes and swear a poisonous oath.

There are vows that must be kept once they have been spoken, otherwise they will be denied by their peers at the basic level of being a human being, let alone going one step further. Ambitious, he was bound by oaths, like a beast with its teeth and claws showing its claws and fangs, but its throat was choked by ropes, which seemed so comical.

It is impossible to betray the teacher, it is impossible in this life, there are good mountains and rivers here, and the nearby sects are kind, he likes it here. And the Qingfeng Sword Sect can be regarded as a famous and well-known as a decent person, whether it is a rebellion or a defection, he will be labeled as a villain and be hunted down by decent people all over the world, he is not a legend, and he can't do the kind of feat of one person to scare the people of the world.

Ambitious, he began to plan a shocking conspiracy - he planned to destroy the Manmen and rebuild the Qingfeng Sword Sect.

Song Qingfeng's father found Song Qingfeng and described his so-called plan to Song Qingfeng, Song Qingfeng is not a fool, the man in front of him has obviously gone crazy, if he Song Qingfeng dares to say a word...... Song Qingfeng didn't know if the tiger poison ate the child, but the man in front of him would definitely not mind casting his own flesh and bones into the bricks and stones that he climbed to the position of the head.

Song Qingfeng's father used the name of Song Qingfeng to gather those disciples who were loyal to Song Qingfeng, and created a better future for them with an incorruptible tongue.

Those disciples of the sect used to be people at the bottom of the sect, and they couldn't understand the pain of the grassroots of the sect anymore, plus in their eyes, the deputy head was Song Qingfeng's father, and he was the assistant of the head handpicked by the old master, no matter what they did, it was for the future of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, so they bowed down one after another.

Song Qingfeng's father arrested the wife of Yao Guanyin, the most famous thousand-handed poison master in the rivers and lakes, forced Yao Guanyin to refine the poison, and distributed the poison to the disciples of the sect who were loyal to Song Qingfeng, and let them put it in all corners of the sect, although those sect disciples felt that something was wrong, but they still did it.

Later, the toxin broke out, and the entire Qingfeng Sword Sect was shrouded in a poisonous mist, and no one in the entire Qingfeng Sword Sect was spared except for Song Qingfeng's father and son, who "happened to go out to practice in the rivers and lakes at that time".

At that time, the follow-up influence of the Moyang era was still continuing, and a group of imitators imitating a certain legendary character of the year appeared, and in the name of the nine-headed bird, they specially picked small sects to attack, and poisoned the pot of the whole door so that Song Qingfeng's father threw it to those people without hesitation, and this move caused a lot of swords and swords on the rivers and lakes at that time.

Later, Song Qingfeng's father climbed to the position of the head of the Qingfeng Sword Sect as the only direct inheritor of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, recruited disciples, and established a new Qingfeng Sword Sect, but before he could do it, he was killed by his own son with a sword, and the last words he heard were: "Dad, the father's debt is repaid, you have a lot of debt, I'm afraid it will take some time to pay it back, you go below and talk to everyone first, let everyone be lenient." ”