Gu Tiannan couldn't bear to splash Chu Fengming's cold water, he said worriedly: "Since you have made up your mind, then I must not look down on my brother." ”

"When you go back to Luoyang alone, you must be careful in everything, Changle Palace is different from our Little Lotus Peak, I don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring at you all the time. You are still just a weak grass, although you were born on the fairy mountain, but you still can't stand the wind and rain. But just because of your ruthlessness in reading more than 10,000 books in the past five years, the grass will grow into a towering tree sooner or later, and the sparrow will be able to fly up the branches and become a phoenix sooner or later!"

"It's a pity that I have to stay in Hongxuanzong to practice swords, and I can't accompany you to Luoyang. The Changle Palace is as deep as the sea, and I don't know what year and month this farewell will be able to get drunk with you again. How does that poem come about, there is wine in life that must be drunk, a drop, a drop......"

"A drop of how he has been to Jiuquan!" Chu Fengming blinked and said with a smile: "It's not difficult for you to enter Changle Palace with me, as long as you ruthlessly cut the treasure below, I guarantee that you will be prosperous and rich in the second half of your life, with fine clothes and jade food!

"Bang dang!" The triumphant prince of Northern Thursday fell to the ground on all fours, and it turned out that Gu Tiannan, who was enraged, kicked over the leg of the chair.

Gu Tiannan didn't care about the four princes lying on the ground, he hurriedly held on to the swaying wine jar on the table, for fear of ruining the ten copper plates and a pound of burning knives.

After stabilizing the wine jar, Gu Tiannan sighed and said with a smile: "Where is there a little bit of the appearance of the prince of Northern Thursday, and his speech is not much different from the ruffian in the tavern!"

The prince of Northern Thursday, who fell to the ground, took off his silver and white robe unhurriedly, and chattered in his mouth: "Wine is such a thing, Haojie drank it to help the fun, and instigated people to drink it to strengthen their courage." You rotten pumpkin drank a little wine, and you dare to bully your eldest brother! If I don't show your hands to you today, you don't know how many eyes Lord Ma has!"

After speaking, Chu Fengming fought with Gu Tiannan.

After all, the two of them are teenagers, although Chu Fengming's background is more than nine stories higher than that of the high-flying and domineering Shunjie Hou, but he does not put on the shelf of the prince of the Northern Fourth Dynasty at all.

Gu Tiannan is free and uninhibited by nature, he doesn't have flies in his heart, and he doesn't know how to be inflammatory, even if the emperor Lao Tzu comes, Gu Tiannan still dares to call him a brother after drinking a pound of burning knives, naturally he will not be polite to him Chu Fengming, he should drink and drink, and he should go out and out.

The next morning, Gu Tiannan woke up from his deep sleep because of thirst, he sat up, rubbed his heavy head, and looked around, except for him, there were only books left in the room.

Last night's wine jar and wine bowl were neatly packed, but Chu Fengming's figure was missing.

Gu Tiannan's heart sank, could it be that this dead sparrow didn't say goodbye?

Gu Tiannan hurriedly got out of bed, and before he walked out of the door, he caught a glimpse of a letter pressed under the wine jar, he opened the paper where the ink had not yet dried, and before he could read the content, he secretly praised a good word, it is estimated that it is not a few points worse than the champion of the title of the gold list, even if he practices for a lifetime, he will not be able to catch up with the good hand of the dead sparrow.

The calligraphy of the Northern Zhou Dynasty is divided into two factions of the north and the south, the northern book inherits the legacy of the previous dynasty, the penmanship is ancient and clumsy, the style is simple and thick, the inscriptions of the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism are all written in the north;

Chu Fengming's handwriting is a typical northern book, concentrating and vigorous, and there are especially knife marks between the lines, which is obviously a copy of many inscriptions on the rock wall of Dongting Mountain.

Gu Tiannan is a layman, where can he see these doorways, only to see Chu Fengming write in the letter: "Looking at Luoyang in the west, the sea of clouds and the end of the world are slim. When the day is successful, the world is peaceful, and the drunken laughter accompanies you for 30,000 games. If you want to exchange intoxication for death, drink Qingge and don't break your intestines. ”

The next seven or eight pages, all of them are Chu Fengming's "Imperial Wind Sword Sutra" written in fly-headed small letters, the handwriting is extremely neat, and the strength penetrates the back of the paper, it is hard to imagine that this is written by him after drinking a pound and a half of burning knives.

Gu Tiannan's nose was sour, he pushed open the window and looked at the railing, the sea of clouds was churning, the mountain breeze was cool and penetrating, his eyes were red, and he muttered: "It's such a strong wind, why are you blind......"

At this time, on the official road at the foot of Dongting Mountain, a phoenix-eyed man in a silver-white robe looked back for a moment, then turned his horse's head and galloped away against the first rays of morning light sprinkled in the east.

The horse's hooves galloped, splashing the dust and sand, and the oncoming mountain wind blew a few wisps of green silk from the phoenix-eyed man, he was white-clothed and snowy, and the wind and bones were like the moon.

Chu Fengming, the prince of the Northern Thursday, went up the mountain to cultivate for five years, and set off to return to Luoyang, Kyoto, on the tenth day of the ninth month.

Since then, Chu Fengming's fate gears that have been silent for five years have begun to turn, and the luck of the Northern Zhou Dynasty is also full of waves.

Little Lotus Peak Zixiao Palace, Gu Tiannan retracted his eyes, turned around and looked at the books covered with warm morning light, in the middle of the mountains of scrolls, the two empty brown wine jars on the table were dyed with a layer of pale gold, he rubbed the sour high straight nose, casually moved a chair, took out the "Imperial Wind Sword Sutra" written by Chu Fengming last night after drinking last night from his arms, and studied it carefully in the morning light.

"The Sword Sutra of the Imperial Wind" was famous in the rivers and lakes a few decades ago, and it was the mastery of the town school of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect. Pei Donglai, the sect master of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect, is not only a master of outstanding swordsmanship, but also has the courage and mind of a hero.

It is said that Pei Donglai, the founding patriarch of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect, was originally a fortune teller, and he wandered the rivers and lakes in the first half of his life. Pei Donglai was lonely, without a wife and no children, and unfortunately contracted the plague at the age of thirty-seven, and seeing that time was short, he hid in a deserted mountain, and used his last strength to dig open the loess, ready to send him on his last journey.

When Pei Donglai trembled and lay down in the earthen pit, he caught a glimpse of a cave not far away, full of aura and pearlescent. The fortune teller, who only had air out and no air intake, didn't want to get up, but he pinched his fingers and calculated, but he calculated a glimmer of life.

In this way, the fortune teller Pei Donglai obtained a nameless sword book in the secret cave, uploading profound swordsmanship and true qi operation methods, although it is difficult and dry, but it is also infinitely useful.

Pei Donglai cured the plague through the method of true qi pranayama on this sword book, and after eight years of sword practice, he achieved a little success, although he could not run rampant in the rivers and lakes of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, but he also made a reputation.

So when he was forty-five years old, he founded the Xiaoyao Sword Sect in Qingzhou, where he was outstanding, and named this nameless sword book "The Book of Imperial Wind Sword".

After Pei Donglai's painstaking efforts, but it has only been more than ten years, the popularity of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect has become more and more vigorous, and it has vaguely surpassed the Iron Sword Gate, the leader of the sword path that has been rooted in Qingzhou for more than 200 years.

Just when Pei Dong came to Qingzhou, he was calculated by his most trusted eldest disciple, and mistakenly mistook the five disciples of the Iron Sword Sect who were wandering as demon sect demons, and killed them cleanly.

When the master of the Iron Sword Sect came to the door with dozens of disciples menacingly, Pei Donglai's eldest disciple immediately defected, and repeatedly scolded his master for how he was a femme fatale and how to bully the weak, and Pei Donglai realized that he had fallen into a trap carefully designed by others.

The most sinister thing about the rivers and lakes is this, no matter how fierce and dangerous the enemy's thousands of swords are, they can't match the swords of the people around them.

Pei Donglai was not ambiguous, he immediately cut off his sword's right arm to apologize, but the iron sword gate was unforgiving, and Pei Donglai had to hand over the "Imperial Wind Sword Sutra" before he was willing to calm down.

The "Imperial Wind Sword Sutra" is Pei Donglai's life's work, how can he give it up? So the Iron Sword Sect raised the banner of "presiding over justice, punishing adultery and eliminating evil", and gathered five or six small sects in Qingzhou to besiege the Xiaoyao Sword Sect. Pei Dong, who had broken off an arm, knew that he was outnumbered, and in order to save the lives of more than 200 people in the sect, he endured humiliation and handed over the "Imperial Wind Sword Sutra".

After this turmoil, the Xiaoyao Sword Sect was completely removed from the Qingzhou Jianghu by the Iron Sword Sect, and the sect leader Pei Donglai also disappeared without a trace.

The essence of the sword of "The Sword Sutra of the Imperial Wind" lies in the fact that everything in the world has its own reason, and only by knowing its reason can we borrow the breath of heaven and earth. Fire borrows the breath of heaven and earth, can spark the plain, water borrows the breath of heaven and earth, and all things can produce frost, and sword intent borrows the breath of heaven and earth, and can open mountains and cover the sea.

As for why this "Imperial Wind Sword Sutra" appeared in the Guanyun Tower of Hongxuanzong, Chu Fengming didn't know, and Qingce Tianzun never mentioned it, he only knew that this sword technique was used to seek sword intent, and to comprehend the sword with the method of Gewu, after the sword was completed, he could borrow the qi of heaven and earth to hold the sword intent in his chest.

Gu Tiannan took away the blue and white porcelain wine bowl, swept it with his palm, and confirmed that there were no wine stains and water stains on the table, and then carefully spread out the ink of the "Imperial Wind Sword Sutra", the first tip is the general outline of swordsmanship: "Those who want to hold the sword in the world in ancient times should first govern their ways; those who want to govern their ways should first cultivate their hearts; those who want to cultivate their hearts should first be sincere in their intentions; and those who want to be sincere in their intentions should know it first." Enlightenment in Gewu ......"

Gu Tiannan's brows furrowed, and he repeatedly recited the first mantra of the general outline of swordsmanship, his heart was clear, and he entered an unprecedented sword dao realm.

Gu Tiannan learned swords at the age of seven, and has been practicing swords with his master Gu Fan for more than ten years.

Gu Tiannan was still young and his realm was not enough, Gu Fan only taught him sword moves, and he did not expect him to reach the realm of sword intent. In the past two years, he has traveled around the rivers and lakes with his uncle Ning Yuan, and Gu Tiannan has only a half-understanding of the sword intent realm.

"Senior brother, senior brother, hurry up, great joy, the person you have been thinking about for the twilight is here!" A heart-filled shout suddenly sounded outside the door, Gu Tiannan hurriedly folded the "Imperial Wind Sword Sutra" and put it in his arms, and pushed the wine bowls placed on both sides of the table in the middle, and then got up and opened the door.

As soon as the morning dawned, he dared to come to the senior brother's residence and shouted loudly, who else could there be besides the second senior brother Zhao Tianyang?