The early winter is cold because the sudden arrival of snow is extremely cold.

In front of the small thatched hut, Hongling tightened the white robe on Mo Fan's body, and then said with a smile: "This snow is so beautiful!"

Mo Fan reached out and touched Hongling's face, and then looked at Qingfeng, "It's not as beautiful as you."

"Hmph, Deng's disciple!" Qingfeng snorted coldly, but his face was flushed, I don't know if it was because it was too cold.

Hongling smiled charmingly: "Qingfeng, but I have been waiting for His Royal Highness the Prince to be favored!"

Looking at the charming Hongling, Mo Fan smiled awkwardly and hurriedly took two steps forward.

"The snow scene in this Shu Mountain is more beautiful than other places, I don't know if the tears are out of the customs!"

Mo Fan muttered, and looked towards a mountain peak in the distance, which was the Holy Sword Peak, where the Shu Mountain Sword Saint lived!

"His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, but you want to see Senior Brother?"

Xu Mufeng walked over step by step, this handsome boy was very cheerful every day, as if there was nothing to worry him about.

Mo Fan turned his head and glanced at him, "You really don't look like the second disciple of Shushan, but like the carefree young master of the family!"

"My way is different from my brother's, and my brother's sword is also different from my sword."

Xu Mufeng opened his palm, closed his eyes, and enjoyed his face, "The young master of the family is not all carefree."

"The woods in the back mountain are almost finished by the knife of His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, and I can always feel the looming sword aura at night!"

Xu Mufeng turned his head to look at Mo Fan, and smiled gently: "His Royal Highness the Prince is so desperate, I am ashamed!"

"Hehe, I remember that when you went up the mountain two days ago, you didn't seem to have a good impression of me," Mo Fan asked.

Xu Mufeng didn't care, just smiled and said indifferently, "I don't have a good impression now, I'm just curious!"

"Senior brother mentioned you countless times after returning to the mountain, I thought I would see you later, but who knew that you came by yourself"

"It's still for my Shushan treasure, in fact, I really want to cut you with a sword, and then scold you on the forehead!"

Mo Fan turned around and said, "What are you scolding?"

"If you don't have the title of His Royal Highness, if you don't have the protection of General Mo Wentian, if you don't have the 300,000 iron horsemen of the Mo family"

Xu Mufeng turned around and said unceremoniously: "What are you, Mo Fan, why did I offer you a treasure in Shushan?"

"It's really straightforward, haha!" Mo Fan didn't get angry, just smiled and then turned around and hugged Qingfeng and Hongling.

"Actually, I don't know what you mean by the treasure, and I don't know why I came to this Shu Mountain......

............

In Shushan, three meals a day are extremely simple, and Mo Fan thinks so about the locals.

In the small bamboo forest in the back mountain, Mo Fan held the Cold Moon Knife in his hand and drew the knife, then put it into the sheath, drew the knife and then into the sheath, and kept repeating!

But it's been more than a month, and this knife drawing technique is still no different from ordinary knife drawing, Mo Fan can't figure it out!

Drawing a knife is an extremely ordinary move.

But the person who created it is extraordinary, fifty years ago, the world's first swordsman Nie Fengyun's famous stunt, killing people only needs to pull out a knife.

"His Royal Highness the Prince of the World is also always hardworking!"

The white-haired head walked over step by step, and Taiwei Zhenren reached out to catch a piece of snow and then melted in an instant, yes, the snow couldn't hold it.

"I've seen the head of Taiwei" Mo Fan bowed his hand slightly, facing this world's leading figure in the martial arts, he was extremely respectful.

Taiwei Zhenren smiled gently, "His Royal Highness the Prince of the World's knife is very sharp, but it is difficult to hurt people."

"The sword drawing technique you practiced, Taiwei learned it fifty years ago"

Mo Fan was stunned for a moment, and then became interested, "The head of Taiwei has fought with Nie Fengyun?"

"Well, there was a battle in the Great Snow Mountain, and it's all old!"

Taiwei Zhenren picked up a stone buried in snow from the ground, and rubbed it in his hand, "Nie Fengyun's knife is the sharpest knife Taiwei has ever seen, and it is different from you."

"I heard that His Royal Highness the Prince of the World picked a book of sword drawing techniques and a book of six tips for the sword in the Canglan Building of the Mo family?"

"Yes, it's all Nie Fengyun's sword technique, it's exquisite!" Mo Fan replied truthfully.

Taiwei Zhenren smiled and shook his head, "The Mo family has 300,000 iron horses, who in the world dares to stop it?" Even if His Royal Highness the Prince is not sure to take over the Mo family's army, then the twelve apostles of the Mo family will definitely protect you for a lifetime, they are all masters of Guiyi and Tianque, why does His Royal Highness still practice swords?"

"Because it's someone else's, it's never your own knife," Mo Fan replied.

Taiwei Zhenren nodded, and as he spoke, he pointed to the cold moon in Mo Fan's hand and said with a smile, "Since His Royal Highness the Prince understands, but now that he has his own knife, why should he be obsessed with the six techniques of the proud sword and the sword drawing technique?"

"Just because the six tricks of the proud sword and the sword drawing technique are the famous tricks of the first swordsman in the world, but it does not belong to His Royal Highness!"

Taiwei walked to Mo Fan's side step by step, and then took the Cold Moon Knife in his hand, "Even if His Royal Highness the Prince of the World learns it thoroughly, what can you do?" You can only be the second swordsman in the world, because you can only look back on Nie Fengyun back then, because you learned his knife, but you don't have your own knife ......"

"Whoosh!!" waved the cold moon slightly, just like that.

The cold light suddenly appeared, and the large pieces of bamboo in front of him were all cut off in an instant.

"Taiwei doesn't know how to use a knife, but when he holds the knife, he treats every move and style as his own, so Taiwei is not afraid of anyone with any weapon, because I have my own way!"

Saying that, Taiwei Zhenren inserted the cold moon into the snow, patted Mo Fan's shoulder, and he turned to leave......

"Master Taiwei, who won the battle between you and Nie Fengyun?" Mo Fan looked at the back of the head of Taiwei and asked.

The laughter of the white-haired head came, "His Royal Highness the Prince is really curious, and he is just a little better!"

......

Mo Fan was silent, looking at the bamboo that was covered with snow a little bit, and looking at the Cold Moon Knife in front of him, he closed his eyes.

No matter how strong the sword technique is, it does not belong to Mo Fan, it only belongs to Nie Fengyun who dominated the world fifty years ago, and it belongs to that divine sword.

Just like what Jun Tianxin said to himself when he was twelve or thirteen years old.

He said, "Mo Fan, you remember, you have to remember at all times, whether it is the 300,000 Mo family army or the twelve apostles, they belong to your grandfather and your father, not yours, you must also have your own things while you can really use these things, can you understand?"

"My Sword, My Word......"

Mo Fan closed his eyes and muttered, he was obsessed, he suddenly understood why Duguchen had already lost once, and he had closed his eyes for ten years and continued to challenge the invincible Jiang Renhuang, the number one in the world, because who was willing to always press a number one on his head? Why did the top ten masters in the world focus on Shenwu City? Because no one wants to be only one top ten and only be a second ......

"Since I picked up the knife, I, Mo Fan, am not willing to be a second."

"300,000 Mo family soldiers, twelve apostles, I, Mo Fan, can also bear it on one shoulder!"

"Who said that the Mo family has no queen? This world is still guarded and protected by the Mo family, whether it is a barbarian, Jiuyang, or Guiyun, it doesn't matter, you can't step into my Tianlan in the end!"

"This snow is really biting!!"

"Hum!!" the Cold Moon Knife was shaking, and the snow on the ground was melting.

Mo Fan gently held the handle of the knife, and his eyes opened slightly, "I have a knife, called Early Winter"

Snow falls on the shoulders, on the cheeks, on the arms, on the hilt of the knife.

"Whoosh!" Mo Fan waved the cold moon, and the snow seemed to suddenly stop and begin to gather again, turning the snow into a dragon.

"Roar!!" The snow dragon flew and rushed out, and the next moment, the bamboo forest was all destroyed, and the sword qi around the snow dragon echoed between the peaks!!

On the Holy Sword Peak, a middle-aged Taoist opened his eyes and glanced at the bamboo forest in the distance, "In this world, there is one more sword"

Then he closed his eyes again, and Xue Wutear, who was sitting opposite him, seemed to be cut off from heaven and earth, and he couldn't feel anything......

Xu Mufeng, who was watching the strange story in the house, looked at the sky fiercely, and then muttered, "Mo Fan, what an interesting person!"

Outside the bamboo forest, the white-haired head sighed slightly, "It's a good early winter, it's a good Mo Fan"

"Do you think that the heart protector has been wronged?"

The five elders were silent, and at this moment it was pointless to discuss whether it was worth it or not!

"This kid is bitter!"

Taiwei Zhenren turned around and walked into the snow, "One day, someone will understand Taiwei's words!"

............

In the imperial capital, it is very lively today.

Some people are frightened, some people are indifferent, and some people are cheerful.

Because today Xiao Changfeng, the king of Zhennan, is back, and he came to the imperial capital again after five years.

Yuwen Tiandu, Mo Shaoqing, Xiao Changfeng, the former three heavenly kings of Tianlan.

Mo Shaoqing died young, Yuwen Tiandu and Xiao Changfeng have been crowned kings, Yuwen Tiandu is known as the first master of the empire, commanding 70,000 iron horsemen to guard the imperial capital.

Xiao Changfeng, who has been guarding the south of the Yangtze River for decades, Jiuyang can't take a step, and has a son and a daughter, the eldest daughter Xiao Qiyue is the best student of Tianshu Academy, and the piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, and martial arts make the men in the world ashamed.

Xiao Zhan, the fourth person on the list of the younger generation.

Born with divine power, holding an overlord halberd, he was as powerful as the Western Chu Overlord when he was a teenager.

......

In the imperial capital, a middle-aged man walked on a lively street.

He looked at the crowded markets and small shops on both sides, and was very relieved that he had been guarding Jiangnan for ten years, and he had not wasted his time!

The man was wearing a black robe, long hair and a shawl, and he was very handsome, not like he was in his forties, and he had footprints in the snow.

"This big brother, can you go to the mansion for a drink?" Mo Shaohua walked over with his hands in his hand and said with a smile.

The middle-aged man stopped, looking at the seemingly chic green robe in front of him, Mo Shaohua's eyes suddenly moistened, "Well, have a drink!"

Saying that, the middle-aged man walked over and hugged Mo Shaohua, "Brother, I have wronged you all these years!"

"What did Brother Feng say?

Mo Shaohua held back the tears in his eyes and patted the middle-aged man's back, "At such an age, what are you crying about? You are now the king of Zhennan who is the ...... of the world."

Pedestrians on the road looked over and watched the two middle-aged men cry on the street like children......

But who knows their story? Xiao Changfeng, the king of Zhennan, and Mo Shaoqing, the general of the Holy Martial Arts, these two are friends of eight worships, brothers in life and death, and the Mo family and the Xiao family have always been a family......

"Go to the damn King of Zhennan, if it weren't for the old man teaching us loyalty, Lao Tzu would have led those 100,000 brothers to kill him in the dark!!"

"Brother Shaoqing, he ......"

"And the 20,000 brothers of the Dragon Flame Army......"

"I'm fucking shit!!"

This iron-clad man, the mighty King of Zhennan, cried like a country man swearing like a country man and like a child, after seeing his brother......

"Brother, let's go home!" Mo Shaohua wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, hugged Xiao Changfeng and said.

Xiao Changfeng nodded vigorously, "Go home, go home and see Dad!!"

............