Zhang Zitang sat in the weeds, his eyes a little distracted. The bronze gate stood in the north wind, and he remembered the past.

The last time I was here, it was a dark and windy night. He came here with a man covered in blood on his back.

He put the man on a stone, "Brother Song! Brother Song, wake up!"

The man's aura was already weak, and the original gorgeous robe on his body had been cut by a sword with more than a dozen openings. He opened his eyes with difficulty and coughed, "Brother Tang, where are we." ”

As the man spoke, a few drops of blood oozed from his chapped lips.

"Brother Yuan, we have arrived at Xiaozhong Mountain, and we are now on the mountainside. ”

In the past few days, in order to avoid pursuit, Zhang Zitang took the middle-aged man to hide everywhere, and after several twists and turns, he finally arrived at their destination - Xiaozhongshan.

When the man heard this, his eyes lit up, "It's finally here." ”

The man stood up with difficulty, holding Zhang Zitang's hand, his face was quite bright, not like a seriously injured person.

"Zitang, follow me up the mountain. ”

The man walked to the top of Xiaozhong Mountain, and Zhang Zitang hurriedly followed.

When the two came to the top of Xiaozhong Mountain, the man turned to Zhang Zitang and said, "Zitang, my whole body has been destroyed, and I won't last long." There are two things I would like to ask you, and you must promise me. ”

In an instant, Zhang Zitang's eyes filled with tears. He clenched the man's already slightly cold palm tightly, "Brother Yuan, no, I'll take you out." ”

At that time, Zhang Zitang was a famous swordsman on the rivers and lakes. Someone once sang a song about his swordsmanship - the purple sword folds the golden begonia, and the white shirt goes to the green water.

"No", the man named Song Qingyuan waved his hand and said, "They have already laid a net, and I can't escape." ”

"Why don't you give them that thing," Zhang Zitang said.

"No, once that thing is in the world, it will be accompanied by endless disasters. ”

The man refused, breathed a sigh of relief, and continued, "My time is running out. Zitang, the first thing is to take care of Chunyao and Yu'er for me, and when Yu'er arrives, just teach him some basic martial arts to defend himself, and don't let him drip this muddy water again. ”

Tears flowed down Zhang Zitang's eye sockets, dripping from the air, and falling on the weeds that had been covered with a little frost.

"Good!"

The man hurriedly said, "This second thing is all up to you." From today onwards, can you abandon the sword and use the sword and return to the path of martial arts? ”

Zhang Zitang was stunned for a moment, only to see the man take out a wooden box from his waist. The wooden box is made with great elaborate work, with delicate reliefs carved on the edges.

Open the wooden box, there is a short knife, the knife surface is cold and cold, from the knife edge is a rare good knife.

"The name of this knife is 'Half Foot Snow', and it is the key to the 'Xuanwu Secret Collection'", the man coughed a few times, as if it was a dark wound in his body.

"I, Song Qingyuan, am the fifty-eighth generation of palace keepers of the 'Xuanwu Secret Collection', and every generation of palace guards must practice the knife technique of controlling the 'half-foot snow' - a knife flying snow, after practicing this set of knife techniques, the mind can be communicated with the 'Xuanwu Underground Palace', and you can find out if outsiders have entered the 'Xuanwu Underground Palace'. ”

"Okay", Zhang Zitang didn't say a word, and then responded.

Hearing this, the man closed his eyes and passed away. There was no moon that night, and the howling north wind stopped, and for those who were tired, they could finally get a good night's sleep.

Zhang Zitang took off the sword "green bamboo" from his waist and buried it in a forest. He walked to the edge of the mountain road, looked down, and saw that the foot of the mountain was already full of fire.

It seemed that the official army of the state capital had arrived, Zhang Zitang sighed, buried the sword "green bamboo" under an ancient pomegranate tree, and then disappeared into the darkness.

He finally came back to his senses from the heavy memories, and the moonlight was beautiful tonight. The bright moon gently sprinkled the moonlight as white as snow and satin on the land in front of him.

On the ground in front of him, a small bud broke through the ground, and it seemed to be a seedling of a pomegranate tree.

Zhang Zitang smiled, such a smile on his blood-covered face may make people feel a little desolate. He looked up at the bright moon in the sky and muttered to himself, "Brother Song, they are still here." Don't worry, as long as I, Zhang Zitang, live, I will protect Chunyao and Yu'er. ”

As if in response to Zhang Zitang, the wind suddenly rose in the woods around Zhang Zitang. With a gentle breeze on his face, Zhang Zitang felt a little cool and relaxed.

At this moment, he only felt that the Lingtai was clear, this was an initiation! Zhang Zitang was promoted from the third rank of Xiaowu to the second rank of Xiaowu, and the secret injuries on his body recovered seventy-seven eighty-eight.

Zhang Zitang let out a low snort, "Qingzhu!"

At this time, a clear sword roar sounded, and five feet away from Zhang Zitang, a blue-green light broke through the ground and flew to Zhang Zitang's side.

Zhang Zitang grabbed the long sword "Qingzhu" that had fought side by side with him with one hand, then turned around and glanced at the bronze gate, and walked into the gate.

After Zhang Zitang abandoned the sword and used the knife, he practiced a unique knife technique suitable for "half a foot of snow", and his mind could be connected with the "Xuanwu Underground Palace", but because "half a foot of snow" was taken away by Nalan Susu, the connection between them was quite weak.

Suddenly, Zhang Zitang frowned, "Someone broke through the door of death." Oh no, don't let her get that thing. Zhang Zitang turned his head and rushed into the bronze gate.

In the main hall of the Xuanwu Underground Palace, Nalan Su and Song Duanyu walked to the depths of the main hall for a long time.

"Miss Nalan, what are we going to look for? "Song Duanyu is a little out of strength. After all, I have been walking for so long, and I haven't added some food.

Naransu said, "What are you doing with so much, just follow me." ”

At this time, Song Duanyu suddenly pointed ahead, "Look!"

Nalan Su looked at the place where Song Duanyu's finger was pointing, and he was also stunned at the moment.

It is a huge circular altar that is divided into three tiers. The first level is the lowest, with many strange beasts carved into the stone walls, the second level is slightly higher and seems to be made of blood-red agate, and the third level is not really visible, because a colorful light wanders around on the circular platform of the third level.

Immediately after, a silver bell-like laughter sounded all around, and it seemed to have some breathtaking magic. Song Duanyu immediately felt dizzy.

"What are you laughing at", Song Duanyu said with the last lucidity.

Who knew that Nalan Su didn't speak, his body moved, and a zhang of red in his hand came out of the sheath, grabbed Song Duanyu's hand and slashed a sword upward, and blood oozed out in an instant.

"Ouch", Song Duanyu screamed miserably, and looked at Nalan Su angrily, "What are you doing!"

Naransu turned to look at the streamer on the high platform, and his tone was flat, "This is the sound charm." According to ancient records, the sound charm is quite intelligent. It's confusing, you almost fell for her way. ”

When Song Duanyu heard this, he was a little shocked and a little happy.

"Thank you", Song Duanyu looked at the colorful streamer and sighed in his heart.

In this world, beauty and danger coexist.