It rains at night in Kamikawa, and the cold moon is silent.

Lu Yang walked aimlessly with his hands behind his back. The drizzle is like silk sprinkled on the bluestone slab, and there is still a touch of fragrance between the lips. He walked like this among the empty rainy alleys, a lonely figure, and did not stop under the moon.

"Brother Lu Yang!"

At the entrance of the alley, Xin'er chased after her in three steps and two steps, and she could vaguely guess why Lu Yang was sentimental. Just because, his heart has always been filled with a woman, and he can no longer tolerate others. Although Su Qing is very good, whether it is family or talent, she is worthy of a man like Lu Yang. But he still didn't accept Su Qing's love.

"Xin'er, do you know? Brother Lu Yang is very sorry for her, but she will find someone better. With a wry smile, Lu Yang took Xin'er's arm. Walk with her in the rain alley. And Xin'er wrapped her arms around Lu Yang, blinked her beautiful big eyes, buried her head in his arms, and said softly: "Xin'er understands, no matter what decision Lu Yang's brother makes, Xin'er will support you!"

"Xin'er, let's go. Lu Yang nodded with satisfaction, he could feel Su Qing's affection for him, on the surface, Su Qing was pretending to be crazy by being drunk tonight, but in fact, he was passing on his feelings by being drunk. Although he felt very sorry for Su Qing, he couldn't choose to be with her. In the future, he must go to the other side of the sky to find his true love. Therefore, Su Qing is just a passerby in his life, so Lu Yang will not be trapped by tenderness.

Lu Yang took Xin'er back to the Linghe Division and sent her back to the room to rest. Since tomorrow morning, the disciples will still face the assessment of the third level. So he told Xin'er to sleep well early, so that she could retain her spirit and cope with the unknown sect assessment tomorrow. After settling in Xin'er, Lu Yang walked leisurely between the Linghe Sishui Pavilion for a while, relaxed the tense heartstrings, and then stepped back to his door in the quiet night.

Pushing open the bamboo door, Lu Yang walked into the house, lit the candle, and was about to go to bed to practice the true law, but found that in the bright candlelight, there was an old man with white temples sitting on the bamboo chair next to the bed. It turned out that this old man was the Xuanzhen Sword Immortal who supervised the assessment of the disciples during the day, and the sword was dustless!

In the candlelight, on Jian Wuchen's old face, even the folds of each year were clearly displayed. His body that has gone through the vicissitudes of life is sitting on the edge of the bed like this, I don't know how long ago, the candle flame light and shadow are reflected in the familiar wall, and there was also a heroic young man and this old man talking with candles at night. The lights were swaying, and the sound of rain outside the window made the old man involuntarily moisten his eyes, and recalled the time when he would never return.

"The sword immortal seniors came in the middle of the night, Lu Yang didn't know, and he hoped to atone for his sins. Lu Yang was overjoyed when he saw this legendary sword immortal on the other side at this time. You must know that Jian Wuchen is the most powerful monk in Zhongzhou. Today, he deigned to come to this Linghe Division and met Lu Yang alone. It only made Lu Yang at a loss, and hurriedly bowed down and saluted the sword immortal. But he was supported by Jian Wuchen's powerful palm, he raised his head, but saw that there was a trace of warmth in the eyes of this sword immortal.

"Good boy, you have come all the way to Xuanzhen. I'm sorry for you. I don't know, can you tell me about the cold weather......"

Jian Wuchen's voice trembled a little, and he was a little expectant, the emotions in the corners of his eyes were so complicated, reflected in Lu Yang's purple pupils, there was both excitement and nostalgia. For a while, this world-famous Xuanzhen Sword Immortal, in Lu Yang's eyes, seemed to have become a lonely old man, everyone in the world knew that the sword was dustless and decisive in killing, and he would never be soft on the treacherous and evil. But I didn't know that this sword immortal predecessor had been lonely for hundreds of years.

Lu Yang supported his body, and he was also sentimental. He walked to the side of the bed, carefully touched his baggage, opened it, and handed a thin hand-copied sword book to Jian Wuchen. Jian Wuchen stretched out his hand tremblingly to take it, and opened this sword book, the first page of the sword book is the four big characters that are vigorous and powerful, and the penmanship of the person who writes the sword book is strong and powerful, sinking like a mountain, and light as a feather. Seeing these familiar handwritings, Jian Wuchen's tears fell drop by drop, wetting the ink marks on the paper.

"Breaking the Army Sword Technique ......"

Seeing this sword technique again, Jian Wuchen couldn't help but have tears in his eyes, as if he had passed through the time and space through the lines. Back to that moonlit night. That night, the clouds cleared and the fog cleared, and the wind was clear and the moon was clear. The sky above Yuheng Peak is empty and quiet. But at the top of the mountain, there is a young man, dressed in chic white, independent of the top of the dangerous peak, and under him, there are thousands of mountains and clouds.

When the sword light floats, the young man draws his sword out of the sheath, the night sky as black as ink can not cover the clear and extraordinary sword light, under the moonlight, the young man's hand twists the sword trick and rises into the air, the moonlight that shoots obliquely from the long sword floats down from between the edges, like a jade flower flying snow, suddenly smart, the sword goes like a dragon and snake flying; suddenly dignified, the sword spur is like Mount Tai falling. The young man danced vigorously, accompanied by the sound of the sword, and the mouth was also a long howl, and the whistling sound came, shocking the ten thousand flowing clouds under the peak, and the scenery was incomparable.

Accompanied by the young man's indulgent sword dance, a little sweat oozed from his forehead unconsciously. The swordsmanship also began to lag. But he still gritted his teeth and stood firm, only to hear a shout in the young man's throat, the person walked by the sword, and suddenly fell into the sea of clouds between the cliffs, and the next moment, the sword qi was like the sea, the clouds flowed backwards, and the powerful power directly cut through the ten thousand ways of the clouds.

However, when he barely performed the last form of this set of swordsmanship, his mana was already empty, and he barely supported his body and flew back to the peak. His white clothes were soaked with sweat, and he was on the ground with his sword, gasping for breath. However, in the look on his face, there was a faint hint of ecstasy that could not be concealed.

"Master, the disciple has finally practiced this 'Breaking Army Sword Technique'!"

The young man broke the military sword in his hand, knelt on his knees, and bowed down in front of his master. This worship is to thank the master for his grace. Mu Hantian, at the age of twenty-five, joined the Xuanzhen faction and was accepted by the Xuanzhen Sword Immortal Sword Wuchen as a closed-door disciple. He was unparalleled in talent, and it only took him one year to master all the true martial arts passed down by his master, and Jian Wuchen consulted with all the immortals, and taught Mu Hantian the most extreme swordsmanship in the Xuanzhen Sect, the Lingxu Sword Technique.

However, when Mu Hantian was studying art in the sect, the wolf smoke rose in the northern regions, the war was burning in the border city, and the people were trampled by iron hooves. The wolf clan is cruel, and there is no grass everywhere they go. Mu Hantian often has the ambition to serve the country, but he only hates that his swordsmanship has not been successful, and he can't protect the people who have been tragically warned. Therefore, every night, Mu Hantian would come to the top of Yuheng Peak to practice swords alone. He thought hard about it, and finally modified the set of 'Ling Xuan Sword Technique', which was difficult to achieve, and evolved it into an original sword technique suitable for him.

And Mu Hantian worked hard every day, how could Jian Wuchen, who was a respected master and immortal, not know what his disciples were thinking? Many times, he would come to Yuheng Peak at night to watch his disciples' penance. Now that he has been in the dust, Mu Hantian's sword technique has been completed, and this night is also the last night he left in the Xuanzhen Sect. Early tomorrow morning, he will go out of the mountain with his sword and devote himself to the border pass to the north. Chivalrous and righteous.

Jian Wuchen stood there and let Mu Hantian bow three times. Although his disciple will leave him early tomorrow morning, he is very reluctant to Mu Hantian. However, he never regretted teaching a disciple like Mu Hantian. Because his disciples are gone now, for the stability of his family and country, and for the sake of all sentient beings. Therefore, he didn't say anything to save him, but just smiled with relief, stepped forward to help the disciple, and wiped the sweat from his forehead for him.

The next day, the early morning sun broke through the sea of clouds and sprinkled the earth, Mu Hantian packed up, hung his sword on his waist, and left the familiar mountain gate. He stood on the cloud ladder for the last time, raised his eyes to look at the looming Yuqing Treasure Hall in the distant clouds, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes between the sunset waterfall and the jade water, and walked down the cloud ladder alone.

But what he didn't realize was that on Yuheng Peak, the old man with a rickety figure was also staring at it, quietly, watching his disciple go out of the mountain. It wasn't until the figure pierced through the clouds that a cloudy tear appeared in the corner of his eye.

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"Sword Immortal Senior, Brother Hantian sacrificed his life in the Northern Regions for his family and country, he is heroic, and he has always been guarding our rivers and mountains border. So please don't be sentimental, presumably if Brother Hantian is here, he doesn't want to see the Sword Immortal seniors like this. Lu Yang comforted Jian Wuchen softly, putting aside his identity, this old man in the twilight had lost his beloved apprentice and suffered too much pain and self-blame.

"Son, you have inherited his swordsmanship and character very well. He ...... in the cold There is someone to follow!" Jian Wuchen closed the sword spectrum, raised his head, and looked at Lu Yang in front of him with satisfaction. In a voice of vicissitudes, he said: "Hantian has entrusted everything to you, including the heavy responsibility he shoulders. But child, you have to remember that you have to go your own way. Don't be like anyone, including cold weather. ”

Jian Wuchen stood up tremblingly, under the light, his figure was so tall, with a smile on his face, he said, "If you can, the old man still wants to accept another apprentice." No matter what he does in the future, the old man will definitely do his best to cultivate him and become the righteous path in the world, the leader of the younger generation. ”

"The sword immortal seniors mean...... "Lu Yang is extremely intelligent, how could he not know the deep meaning of Jian Wuchen's words?" He immediately stood up, knelt on the ground, bowed in front of this world-famous Xuanzhen Sword Immortal, and said with a full of longing: "Sword Immortal senior, please accept me as a disciple! The disciple will definitely live up to your old man's trust, pass on your skills, and even more, the obsession of Brother Hantian ......"

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