"Boom" an eagle chirps, that is, it rushes into the sky and there is no trace.

"Break the jade palm, break the defense with the shape, break the jade with the thought, carry out the line of the governor and attach the vein, cross the sea of qi, and gather the power of a palm"

There was a crisp sound of "pop", and the gravel on the mountain wall shattered in response.

"How can this broken jade palm be cultivated to the realm of unbroken and broken," Yang Sansui muttered alone in the mountains.

It has been more than three months since leaving Canghai Pavilion, and there are still a few days of early spring, since that day Canghai Pavilion met a strange old man, pointing him to this broken jade palm, he has not gone down the mountain for half a month, practicing this broken jade palm, but can not reach the realm of the old man who said that it is not broken and broken.

Yang Sansui also curiously inquired about the old man's origin, but the strange old man did not answer vaguely, only saying that he would show up if he cultivated to this realm of not breaking and breaking.

After a few more palms, he still didn't know the point, but vaguely Yang Sansui felt that what the old man said was true, and the true power of the broken jade palm seemed to have never been exerted.

Looking at the gravel all over the ground, Yang Sansui couldn't help but shake his head helplessly, turned around, totoed the ground, a few jumps, like an ape, that is, to the top of Songshan Mountain, although it is almost early spring, but the top of the mountain is still a little cold.

I found a vacant place at random, sat down, and looked at the mountain scenery blankly.

The evening was slightly cold, and I was still thinking about the palm of the broken jade palm in my mind, and before I knew it, the bright moon was already hanging high.

Inadvertently looking back "wow"

A slightly chubby old man beside him was sitting beside him for some time, with long black hair, his face looked old, but his hair was black, so frightened that Yang Sansui almost didn't fall off the cliff.

The old man didn't look at him, and flipped the wine jug of the red-skinned gourd in his hand.

Chao Yang Sansui gave way, "Come on?"

Yang Sansui was stunned at first, but he forgot the fright just now, you must know that this Songshan generation of masters is elusive, and white-haired old men like this must not be offended.

Yang Sansui did not take the wine jug, and gave a salute, "I don't know what the predecessors are"

The old man waved his hand, "The seniors can't talk about it, it's just a rural villager"

"Look at your kid has been hitting this mountain wall for the past few months, and the sound is noisy, which disturbs grandpa's rest"

"Ah, the little one doesn't know that the seniors are here, and it's no wonder that the seniors are offended."

"Hehe, I'm still a doll who knows how to be polite, come, drink"

Yang Sansui was not polite, he didn't love this spicy thing in his previous life, but since his martial arts were exhausted, he fell in love with this spicy drink, as if the bitterness in his throat would dissipate when swallowed into his stomach with this spicy.

Starting, the texture of the red wine jug is coming from the hand, and you can tell that the jug is old, but the maintenance is excellent, and the body has a pulp.

He looked up but didn't drink, just took a sip.

When the old man saw it, he didn't break it, and he smiled silently.

"Boy, I see that your palm technique has been in this way for three months, and it hasn't improved."

Yang Sansui returned the wine jug to the old man, not as restrained as just now, but he was secretly shocked in his heart, the old man observed himself for three months, but he didn't find it at all, and wiped the corners of his mouth, "The seniors don't know, and the juniors have not been able to get the essentials of this palm"

"What's the meaning of practicing the palm breaking technique, it's better to practice the sword"

As he spoke, he got up and looked around, broke the branches that had not yet sprouted and were still thin not far away, put them in his hands and weighed them, and he was quite satisfied.

Just look at the old man reflecting the moonlight, using a branch as a sword with his backhand, shaking out a beautiful sword flower.

"Senior," Yang Sansui asked tentatively

The old man didn't pay attention to it, but was slightly drunk as if he was talking to Yang Sansui, and it seemed to be talking to himself.

"The sword, the king of a hundred soldiers, has a sharp edge, one edge hurts oneself, and one edge kills the enemy, what is the king?"

Yang Sansui unconsciously seemed to be attracted by this old man, and unconsciously replied, "The sword man, based on the form, takes the intention as the heart, and changes in the direction, reverse, rigidity, tenacity, and elasticity."

"Oh, it seems that your kid Songshan is also quite accomplished."

"I ask you, what if you go against the sky?"

"The younger generation doesn't know"

"Haha, I don't know"

"It's a simple answer"

"Boy, remember, practicing swords and practicing martial arts is the same, competing with heaven and earth, along with this day, you are just an ant, against this day, you are this land, break this land, you are this day, the sword road is treacherous, if you are arrogant, you can turn the world upside down"

These headless and brainless words, even Yang Sansui was a little confused, but he seemed to have caught something, but he was hazy and difficult to understand, "I hope the seniors will explain in detail" If you don't understand, you ask, Yang Sansui doesn't care about face.

"Hehe, no solution, no solution, boy, look at the old man's swordsmanship"

As he spoke, he took out the wine gourd and took another sip of heavy drinking, which happened to reflect the bright moon, the lonely moon on a cold night, and the wine in Songshan, which was quite chivalrous.

After drinking, he did not reply to Yang Sansui, but used this branch as a sword and danced swordsmanship.

Reflecting the moonlight, the direction of the complicated swordsmanship seemed to be a little clearer, and with a wave and a dance, the world seemed to be also moved, Yang Sansui had long forgotten about everything else, and just watched the old man dance the sword with a daze......

In the woods of Songshan Mountain. Zao Wou-ki, Zhao Beiwu, and Wang Tao stood on their armrests, looking at the old man and the young man in the distance.

"But the chivalrous sword of Kyushu will calm the injustice of the world"

Zhao Beiwu was the first to interrupt the silence: "Why did this old madman get out?"

"Did you count the direction of the stars to this point?" Wang Tao quipped beside him.

"Lao Wang, you see that you are underbeaten"

Zao Wou-Ki looked at it for a while before stopping the two from arguing, "Okay, this madman is going to give Yang Boy a creation."

Zhao Beiwu and Wang Tao are messing around with a punch and a kick, and Zhao Beiwu took the time to say, "He sent a creation?"

Wang Tao interjected at the right time: "Could it be that he hasn't forgotten the gambling game of the year?"

"Perhaps, this old madman has a clear idea and continues to gamble in this way."

"Eh, he didn't come out of the mountain after the battle, and his personality hasn't changed for so many years."

"Big brother, you said that he and the Southern Dynasty only discussed kendo cultivation, who wins and who loses?"

"It's hard to say, the sword of the Southern Dynasty goes to the lonely peak, and what he practices is a domineering sword, and it is difficult to say if he wins the school and loses without competition."

"Eh, it's a pity that the third brother has abandoned the sword in the sea, but there is no more chance"

"Well, if that's the case, the Southern Dynasty's open-mindedness for the Heaven and Earth Swordsman Tree Sword Heart is a step ahead."

"Big brother, you tell you the truth, what was the result of the competition back then" Zhao Beiwu couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Back then, there was no victory"

"Ahh

Wang Tao preemptively replied, "He thinks that if you don't win, you will lose"

"That's right, after so many years, it's really not easy for him to get out of the mountain"

"I guess he must have seen the eldest brother pass on the palm to this kid, and he was also itching, and he wanted to continue the gambling game on this kid."

Zao Wou-Ki stroked his white beard and smiled slightly, "Maybe, that's fine, even if he wins, so old"

"Big brother really doesn't care?"

"Hmph, am I like a narrow-minded person?"

Then he said, "Send someone tomorrow to call this Yang boy to Canghai Pavilion"

It seems that the eldest brother did not let go after all, Zhao Beiwu thought to himself but did not say it.

Zhao Beiwu muttered in a low voice, "Eh, when is the time for retribution, a palm of broken jade, a sword guide, if Songshan can get this true inheritance, it will not be controlled by others everywhere"

"What did you say?"

"No, it's nothing, tomorrow I'll send someone to call that kid down the mountain" Zhao Beiwu didn't dare to disobey his eldest brother, you must know that his eldest brother Zhao Wouji's temper is notoriously stinky.