The autumn wind is whining, and the waning moon is a lonely star.

Zhao Wushuang leaned against the window, letting the cold wind blow across his slashed face.

Suddenly, a head hung down from the eaves, and the frightened Zhao Wushuang almost drew his sword and slashed over.

It wasn't until Zhao Wushuang took a closer look that he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, sister, what are you doing!" Zhao Wu covered his face with his hands.

Mo Linglong, who was hanging upside down on the eaves, smiled and threw the wine jug in his hand to Zhao Wushuang.

"Come up, drink with the teacher!"

Zhao Wushuang hesitated while holding the wine jug, and then jumped up.

The two sat on the roof with a faint moonlight disc.

Maybe it was because it had rained, and there was still some standing water on the roof, and Zhao Wushuang held the sword in one hand, holding the wine jug in the other, and poured it up, but the liquor was as cold as snow water in his throat.

Zhao Wushuang said: "Zhao Zhong, I have been fighting with my father for many years, when I was not yet born, my father gave him the surname Zhao and became my family member of the Zhao Mansion, and when I was three years old, he became my guardian, following me like a shadow, killing a total of more than 30 assassins." ”

Mo Linglong sighed faintly: "It would be good if he continued to hide, if he wanted to hide, almost no one on the rivers and lakes could find him." ”

Zhao Wushuang shook his head slightly.

"In his opinion, a failure is a failure! I know him. ”

Zhao Wushuang suddenly put down the wine jug, reached out and took out the Creation Heart Sword from his arms and handed it to Mo Linglong.

Mo Linglong was slightly startled, and reached out to take the Heart Sword Chapter. Looking up at Shuang'er, who had already grown up, the little kid who could be held in his arms with one hand back then was now an adult who was more than half a head taller than himself.

Mo Linglong said, "Have you cultivated?"

Zhao Wushuang said: "I repaired, but it didn't work!"

Syllable!

Mo Linglong took the Heart Sword and slapped it on Zhao Wushuang's head.

"Isn't it stupid, can the Heart Sword be cultivated casually? In the six volumes of the Heavenly Scripture, the Heart Sword Chapter is the most difficult to practice, and the first one born after the death of Sikong Kamikaze was the Heart Sword Chapter, but after so many years, no one has practiced it. ”

Zhao Wushuang knelt on one knee and looked up at Mo Linglong with his head down, just like when he was a child, he pulled his master's trouser leg and begged him to practice together.

Mo Linglong was stunned for a moment, then thought of something, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and she stretched out her white jade hand and gently stroked the long hair of Zhao Wushuang's shawl.

"What an adult! It's like a child!"

Zhao Wushuang never raised his head, letting those jade hands caress him, and only at this time could his heart calm down.

The waning moon was above, and above the roof, the faint starlight was lightly sprinkled on the shoulders of the two people, one of them stood with his hands in his hands, and the other stood on one knee with a sword.

The wind rises, the rain falls.

Only in a split second.

Zhao Wushuang stretched out his hand to catch the raindrops and muttered, "It's cold, autumn has arrived." As cold as the rain that day!"

He reached out and pulled out the scales, slowly.

He began to dance the sword, and the name of the sword was Shouxin, and it was when he was three years old that he was clamoring for his father to teach him swordsmanship.

The swordsmanship is very simple, very slow and slow, he once asked if such a slow sword can kill the enemy!

But my father said, "The sword doesn't have to kill people, sometimes it can protect people, I hope you can use the sword in your hand to protect the people you want to protect." ”

The sword rises with the wind and rain, and guards the heart.

The sword fell and the rain stopped, and the drops of water flowed down his cheeks, and I didn't know if it was rain, or - tears.

Mo Linglong on the side stood with her hands in her hands, letting the rain soak her black shirt and long hair.

She opened her mouth and said: "If you want the Heavenly Scripture, then the teacher will find it for you, and I will take it back from the old witch sooner or later." ”

Zhao Wushuang reached out and wiped the drops of water from his face.

He stroked the ink scales and said, "Master and sister, I don't value any heavenly scriptures so much, I have it enough." ”

The body of the ink-scaled sword trembled slightly, and the stagnant water on the roof slowly condensed the pitch-black sword body.

Mo Linglong looked at the stars and moon in the distance and sighed: "The unicorn steps on the ghostly light, and the ink sword is cold and unmatched." It really has a fate with you, although it is a magic sword, but Shuang'er, you have to remember that the sword is born from the heart, you are the one who holds the sword, and the sword changes because of you. ”

"I hope you will not be blinded by hatred, with the intention of killing, but only those who should be killed. ”

Zhao Wushuang bent down and arched his hand: "I wrote it down!"

Mo Linglong let out a light "um" and returned the Heart Sword to him.

"The Heart Sword doesn't need any cheats, and when you can control the killing intent in your heart one day, then your Heart Sword will become. ”

Mo Linglong's eyes closed slightly, and for a while, the wind around her stopped, and wisps of sword intent appeared from her, and in a moment, the surrounding water turned into a sharp sword whistling around the two of them, and the water sword was like light and shadow, fast as a meteor.

Zhao Wushuang's eyes widened, and his mouth opened slightly.

With a flick of Mo Linglong's jade hand, the water sword shattered and fell like rain, drenching Zhao Wushuang in the soup.

Zhao Wushuang rolled his eyes, the true qi in his body was shocked, and the water droplets on his body slowly dissipated.

He said, "This is the Heart Sword?"

Mo Linglong looked at him with a smile.

"I don't know if it's a teacher, maybe it's, maybe it's not, the rivers and lakes call this the subtle realm, and the sword heart is clear. ”

Zhao Wushuang was slightly startled, he seemed to think of something, and hurriedly said: "Master, sister, there is a record in the Heart Sword chapter, if you want to practice the Heart Sword, you must first have a clear heart, isn't this it?"

Mo Linglong pondered slightly: "Well, I don't know much about being a teacher, in short, you should practice your Demon Spirit Thirteen Folds and the Burning Sun Sutra." ”

"These two books are one ghostly and weird, and the other is extremely domineering, if you can cultivate them to perfection, there will be no one to stop you in this huge river and lake!"

The Blazing Sun True Scripture, the top martial arts practiced by Zhao Gan, the king of the brave crown, this skill is just to the yang, and it is the nemesis of all evil and cold skills, Zhao Qian practiced the ninth level at the age of thirty-three, and it was at that time that his name appeared on the list of grandmasters.

Being able to cultivate two completely different martial arts at the same time, and also cultivating it, is enough to see that Zhao Wushuang is talented.

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At the beginning of the morning sun, the warm sunshine is like a kind mother stretching out a pair of big hands to caress every corner of this world.

On the muddy official road, the four horsemen galloped up and headed for the Western Regions.

Half a day later

In the main hall of the Western Regions Youtan Sect, Mo Linglong sat on the throne and set up a new high platform next to her, which was on par with her, although the elders dissuaded her, saying that this was not in accordance with the rules, but Mo Linglong insisted on this, and who would dare to stop her.

There was a group of people kneeling under the main hall, the two envoys of Youtan, the twelve elders, the seven lords, and the thirty-two hall masters, all prostrate under the main hall.

In the dark hall, Zhao Wushuang was dressed in white, and there were a few faint epiphany flowers on top of the white clothes.

According to the texts of the Youtan Sect, the first sect leader was named Jiu Li, she inadvertently broke into the former forbidden place of the Western Regions on the Netherworld Mountain, but she did not die, and accidentally obtained a Youtan flower, this flower is a legendary holy object, with the help of the Youtan Flower cultivation, Jiu Li, who was originally mediocre, squeezed into the super first-class master in the martial arts at that time in just three years.

Jiuli went out of the mountain and defeated countless masters at that time, and then Jiuli returned to the Western Regions and established a religion as "Youtan." Since then, the Youtan Sect has become the most powerful force in the Western Regions at that time.

It's just that after so many years, the Youtan Sect has long since lost its former glory.

Zhao Wu held the ink scale sword in both hands and walked slowly towards the high platform, he walked very slowly, as if he was deliberately counting his steps.

Not far from the high platform, he walked for nearly a moment *** ninety-five steps.

Coming to the high platform, he looked down at everyone below, and he sat on the jade throne that had already been set up and placed the ink scale sword on his lap.

At this time, Mo Linglong slowly got up, only to see his hands behind his back and said indifferently: "His name is unparalleled, the disciple of this seat, and his talents are horizontal, today this seat passes on his position as the young master in the name of the leader of the Youtan Sect, do you have any objections?"

Her cold sleeping phoenix eyes swept over no one below.

Everyone was silent for a long time, and finally Ling Xiao said loudly: "No objection! This is the luck of the Holy Sect!"

Everyone rushed to worship and said, "We have no objection, this is the blessing of the Holy Sect." ”

On the throne, Mo Linglong nodded lightly and said, "Okay! In this case, Mo Wushuang is the eleventh generation young master of my sect, and he will inherit the position of my holy sect in the near future!"

Everyone bowed their heads and said, "I'll wait to see the young master!"

Zhao Wushuang got up expressionlessly, he held the ink scale sword, the sword was half a point, and the cold aura enveloped the entire hall.

"From now on, the point of my sword is the holy land of my teaching. ”

On this day, the name of the young master of the Youtan Sect spread all over the rivers and lakes.

It was also on this day that the Dajin Dynasty declared war on the Creation Dynasty, and the temples and rivers and lakes that gradually moved towards stability once again set off a bloody storm.