Chinese New Year's Eve has long passed, and the cold weather has begun to bloom in spring.

It was a cold winter in Shushan, this knife was not practiced well, and the martial arts did not grow, only the majestic internal force and spiritual power and cultivation in the body were a lot of money, but unfortunately they could not be used, which was like a single person looking at a girl who was flattering but not useful, it was really uncomfortable.

Qingfeng and Hongling had already gone down the mountain a few days ago, and Mo Fan asked them and the three hundred iron horsemen of the Tiger Guard Camp to go to the northwest first to help His Royal Highness the Prince rectify his future home.

These days, the only people who accompany Mo Fan are Xu Mufeng, who came to stab him from time to time, and Xiahou Xiongba, who beat him at every turn, and he is really aggrieved these days!

Xu Mufeng was angry in his heart, and he came to compete with Mo Fan at two ends in three days, but His Royal Highness the Prince of the World is a master, but it is not the case when he plays with a knife, he is really not a master, even if he has secretly exercised since he was a child, and he has worked hard and endured hardships, but he can't resist Xu Mufeng, who has practiced swords in Shu Mountain since he was a child, even if he has walked through the rivers and lakes for three years, he is escorted by Xue Wuxi, and it is also a mere three thousand miles away, and he has not really experienced the various states of the rivers and lakes and comprehended those masters of the rivers and lakes......

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On this day, Xu Mufeng came again, holding the mantra sword common to the disciples of Shushan in his hand as usual.

Mo Fan smiled bitterly, this second disciple of Shushan is really powerful, he has long been one, compared to the snow without tears before the retreat, Mo Fan also understood during this time, this second disciple of Shushan is a rare kendo genius in fifty years, and he is also an orphan brought back from the mountain by Xu Taiwei, Taiwei named him Xu Mufeng, he was personally taught by Xu Taiwei since he was a child, and his cultivation can also be among the best in this generation!

"I said Xu Tiancai, can't you rest for a few days?" Mo Fan asked with a bitter face.

Xu Mufeng smiled, and then threw a pot of wine in his hand, "I can't, because I'm not here to stab you today."

"Ten miles of incense?" Mo Fan glanced at the pot of wine, then rolled his eyes and said, "You went to the imperial capital?"

Xu Mufeng leaned against the pine tree opposite Xiahou Xiongba, and said indifferently, "No, it was left to me by Miss Hongling when she left!"

"Damn, then you only give it to me now" Mo Fan scolded while opening the wine jug, Mo Fan, who was already familiar with this second disciple of Shushan, was not as polite as he was at the beginning......

Xu Mufeng turned a deaf ear, and just said lightly, "I want to go down the mountain!"

"Hmm, why do you suddenly want to go down the mountain?" Mo Fan asked in surprise.

"I want to meet the young man who made my senior brother powerless......"

Xu Mufeng raised his head, and the mantra sword in his hand pointed in the direction of the imperial capital of eight hundred miles in the east.

On the mountain, the wind is blowing......

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In the imperial capital Tianlan City.

Tianlan has a huge mansion, and the door of the mansion is not guarded by soldiers like the Mo family in the past, but there are not a few swordsmen.

The four big characters of Changping Wangfu on the door plaque are also eye-catching, probably since the Mo Mansion moved out, in addition to the Taishi Mansion, this is the most powerful place in the imperial capital.

The street was full of people, and what no one noticed was a figure quietly burrowing into the Changping Palace.

......

In a separate garden in the palace, Yuwen Tiandu, who was wearing a python robe, was sitting in a pavilion and playing against a middle-aged man, and the life and death games on the chessboard were colliding.

The middle-aged man is delicate, he seems to be a Confucian but he is indeed a Confucian student, with black hair in Tsing Yi, one of the Confucian think tanks of the Tianlan Empire, a second-grade civil official and a doctor of imperial history, Wang Jinshu, and the power among the ministers above the court is only under the important ministers of the country such as Taishi Qi Yan......

"Lord Wang, what's the solution to this death?" asked Yuwen Tiandu with a smile.

Wang Jinshu frowned, this strategizing literati is also at a loss, it is really this Changping Wang Wentaowu is slightly top-notch!

"Whoosh!" the young man in Tsing Yi came to the other garden, holding the mantra sword and staring fiercely.

Yuwen Tiandu just glanced at him, then turned his head to look at Wang Jinshu, "You lost!"

"I lost, but there are people in your Changping Mansion who dare to assassinate?" Wang Jinshu said with a smile, "I don't know that you, the number one master of the empire, are here?"

Xu Mufeng did not ignore this man in a python robe, he often went down the mountain, he knew that this man was the number one master of the empire, and the coercion he brought to him was no worse than that Xiahou Xiongba, who had once been at the peak of the saint as he was today!

"But evil, a guest has come to you!"

Yu Wentian is not stupid, he naturally knows that this young man is not here to challenge himself, and he believes that this young man is not stupid!

"I feel it!"

Someone spoke, and then Yuwen in golden armor came to the opposite side of Xu Mufeng, looking at the young man in front of him with a flat gaze.

"Who are you?"

Xu Mufeng didn't answer, but first looked at this Tianjiao, who ranked second on the Tianlan Country Lord's Heavenly List, and it was really a real Tianjiao, giving people the feeling that it was invincible!

"Shushan Xu Mufeng, come to ask Your Excellency for the Heavenly Desolate War Halberd" Xu Mufeng said politely, but there was no trace of politeness in his tone.

Yuwen was stunned for a moment, Yuwen Tiandu and Wang Jinshan also looked over, Shushan? It's really interesting!

"I have three swords for you, but Yuwen is evil" Xu Mufeng's mantra sword pointed to, and the words also pointed.

"Edgeworth-Demon Exorcism"

The sword light swept through, swinging the water dragon out of the lake, and the water dragon swept over and rushed towards Yuwen but evil.

Yuwen grinned evilly, and then clenched his right fist and clenched his fist to defeat the water dragon, which was unmatched!

"Edgeworth - Deepavali"

"Whoosh!" The moment the water dragon dissipated, it condensed into a huge water sword and stabbed towards Yuwen Demon.

Yuwen opened his palms with both hands and directly blocked the water sword, but the sword sharply cut through his arm and made him retreat twenty meters.

Xu Mufeng then took out the third sword, and the third sword was the sword intent, which was the sword intent he obtained from observing the Lock Sword Tower.

"Edgeworth-Sword World"

"Whoosh!!" The water sword split into dozens of swords, and then went towards Yuwen and went evilly.

Yuwen looked at it with an evil gaze, the Heavenly Desolate War Halberd in his hand stood horizontally, the golden brilliance flowed, and the huge war halberd shadow pushed out horizontally and directly blocked the dozens of sword intents, and then the war halberd shadow and the sword intent all dissipated in the air!

"Shushan Xu Mufeng, he is a heavenly pride," Yuwen Tiandu exclaimed on the side, "What a sword world, he really has a bit of the temperament of a young sword immortal!"

"Young Sword Immortal, it's an exaggeration!" Wang Jinshu didn't understand what sword intent was, he just felt that the young man couldn't beat Yuwen but was evil!

Yuwen Tiandu didn't explain, although he couldn't beat Yuwen but he was evil, but he didn't lose, of course, the premise is that Yuwen didn't make a move, he was just taking the move......

"Yuwen is evil, I understand!"

Xu Mufeng said something inexplicably, and then turned around and left the Changping Palace, but Yuwen looked at Xu Mufeng's back and reached out to wipe a drop of sweat on his forehead.

"I'm sweating?" Yuwen was slightly numb in his arms, and the sword intent just now did have an unrivaled momentum......

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On the Beginningless Mountain, the little Taoist priest in Tsing Yi in the small Taoist temple stopped chopping wood.

Today, the old Taoist priest made a table of meals for the first time, which made the little Taoist very flattered and surprised, it turned out that this only peeked at women taking a bath, liked silver, was stingy, cunning, and would only let him chop wood, let him carry water, and said that this is the unscrupulous old Taoist priest of the Great Dao who will also cook......

Under the old locust tree in Nuoda, an old man and a young man sit here and eat a table of sumptuous but simple meals.

"Master, your skills are so good," the little Taoist priest Li Qingci said with the dish in his mouth and stuffed with rice.

The old Taoist priest took a sip of wine, and then said proudly: "What do you think? Your master and I were also famous in this river and lake back then, I don't know how many beauties are vying to be your master!"

"Uh-huh, yes, yes!"

The little Taoist nodded in agreement, but he thought that the master was bragging again, the master said every day that he had also been in the rivers and lakes back then, but the little Taoist priest knew that this master was at most a second-grade master, and it was okay to deal with those bandits, not to mention the rivers and lakes, and he was not even a first-grade master...

In the hearts of the little Taoists, those masters who crisscross the rivers and lakes are either heroic and upright, or have a dusty temperament, or are murderous, anyway, they are definitely not unscrupulous Taoists who peek at women taking baths every day, go to the mountain every day to steal wine and drink, and care about a few taels of silver...

"You kid is really perfunctory," the old Taoist priest pursed his lips, but he didn't care.

He looked at the handsome little Taoist priest who was gobbling up, and then smiled and said, "Disciple, do you want to go down the mountain for a walk?"

"The master is confused, I will go down the mountain to borrow rice from Aunt Li's house in a while, there is no rice in the Taoist temple!" Li Qingci said, swallowing the food.

The old Taoist priest rubbed his head vigorously, "I'm talking about going down the mountain and going to the rivers and lakes!"

"This Beidou City, this Beginningless Mountain is too small" The old Taoist priest looked up at the sky, "You have longed for the rivers and lakes since you were a child, and you want to save the world, but if you don't go down the mountain, how can you save the world?"

Since he was a child, he dreamed of saving the world, and the chivalrous little Taoist priest looked at the sky in the distance, and then he smiled, "That was my dream when I was a child"

"Now, I just want to stay in the mountains"

"When I left the Taoist temple, no one cleaned it, and the master had no meat to eat, so I had to protect the villagers under the mountain and exchange food with them for the meat that the master ate......"

The old Taoist priest glanced at his naïve apprentice, and then slapped him, "Are you stupid, how can there be a cultivator like you, thinking about firewood, rice, oil, and salt every day......"

"Because this is originally my life......," Li Qingci rubbed the place where the master hurt and replied.

The old Taoist priest was stunned, and then he drank all the wine in one gulp and stood up, "Go down the mountain, the master is waiting for you on the mountain, and you will come back in two years..."

Saying that, the old man turned around and made a gesture to beat someone, "Don't tell me the truth, besides, I will beat you again, hang you up and not eat for ten days......"

Li Qingci, who originally wanted to speak, immediately reached out to cover his mouth, and then shook his head vigorously, signaling that he would not speak again.

......

The old Taoist priest put a lot of sharp swords under the tree, all of them, all of them extremely sharp...

Li Qingci looked at the sword all over the ground, and then was stunned, "Master, where did you come from?"

"They were all picked up by walking the rivers and lakes back then, yes, picked up," the old Taoist priest said, with a look of memory on his face.

The little Taoist priest looked at the old Taoist priest in surprise: "Master, why didn't you say that you were all crisscrossing the rivers and lakes this time?" I thought you were going to say that you grabbed it or won it in a competition!"

"Do you believe me?"

"Faith!"

"Lie, don't let you eat for ten days!"

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, master......"

"If you don't believe me, you won't be allowed to eat for twenty days!"

“............”

Silent...

"Master, you can't punish me, I'm going down the mountain!"

“............”

The old Taoist priest was silent, and then looked up at the sky, "Then wait for two years to come back and then be punished, and I will write it down in a small book for you first......"

“............”

"Choose a sword and go to the rivers and lakes!" said the old Taoist priest.

The little Taoist priest tightened the small package on his body, then looked and looked and looked, and then he directly picked up a broken sword from more than twenty famous swords......

The blade of the sword is blunt, the tip of the sword is absent, and the appearance is very ordinary and extremely simple......

"Master, that's it," the little Taoist priest took out a strip of cloth and directly wrapped the blade of the broken sword, and then said.

The old Taoist priest was stunned, and it took a long time to respond, "Well, go ahead!"

"Then I'm gone, master, really gone!"

"Let's go......"

"Master, I'm really leaving!"

"Hmm!"

"Really?"

"Get out of ......"

“............”

The little Taoist priest went down the mountain in a daze, a package, a broken sword......

The old Taoist priest stood under the locust tree, looked at his back, and muttered, "Is this the way you have learned on the mountain?"

"So what kind of enlightenment will Yamashita realize?"

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In the early spring of this year, a little Taoist priest named Li Qingci came down the mountain, a package, carrying a broken sword......

When he picked up the broken sword, he should have already decided what he was going to do when he went down the mountain, and that was exactly what he realized on the mountain......

He broke his sword and went down the mountain, not to kill people or fight, but to see the scenery and save the suffering!

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