Panlong River, the river is wide and the water is wide, it flows endlessly into the distance, the river water penetrates the mountains and breaks, the momentum rushes down, such as a waterfall hanging in the air, banging thousands of miles.

On the vast river, the smoke ripples with the shadow of the mountain-shaped tower. Dressed in white, Xiao Xiao Susu, a young man, was stepping on a reed and standing with a sword.

The young sword fairy's face is like congealed fat, and his eyes are like paint. Xuan Xuan is like the morning glow, and the water is like the spring moon willow. The starry eyes under the sword eyebrows didn't know what they saw. Suddenly, Gang Qi was carried under his feet, and his body was like a light swallow flying across, heading towards a figure with undulating water surface.

Su Jing was stunned by the huge wave of water after struggling to jump into the waterfall, and after drifting dazedly for a long time, Su Jing was woken up by the pain of his body.

"The left arm was broken, and the chest bone was broken at least three times, and the pain was palpable between inhales. ”

Su Jing quietly adjusted his breathing, rising and falling with the water, while slowly paddling the water with his right arm and adjusting the direction.

It was early autumn, the river was cold, Su Jing's lips were purple, and there was anxiety in his eyes.

"I can't continue to wander in the water, I have to find a way to get ashore. If you continue to soak in the river water, you will fall into a coma due to the loss of heat in the morning and evening. With this thought in Su Jing's heart, he looked at the water around him.

But seeing the endless river, misty and misty, there was the shadow of land, and a desperate emotion hit Su Jing's heart.

"Are you going to be buried here, you finally came to this world of immortals, if you drown in the river like this, how can you be willing. As soon as Su Jing's thought rose, the original desperate mood disappeared in an instant, and there was only calm in his heart.

Su Jing changed his limb posture in the water to lie on his back in order to save his strength, and used his arm to feel the direction of the water flow under the water, and used his strength to exert force.

Su Jing didn't know how long he had been floating in the cold and biting river water, and in a drowsy state, he only had a heart to support himself so as not to lose consciousness, and in a trance, a flowing white-clothed figure grabbed the placket of his back, and as soon as he left the water, Su Jing couldn't hold on anymore and fell asleep.

"This young man is so stoic. ”

Mu Bai, who sighed in his mouth, lifted the thin young man in his hand, and with his anger on the soles of his feet, he soared into the sky, flew in the air for a long time, and then fell towards a flat mountain cliff.

The sky is vast, the stars are shining, and the earth has been shrouded in night at some point. The young man sat cross-legged by a campfire, his sword in his right hand and a wine jug in his left hand, looking up at the empty night sky, and from time to time he raised his head to take a few sips, his expression desolate and distant.

"Awake?" Su Jing's eyes trembled slightly, his fingers moved, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he heard this sharp and deep voice.

Su Jing turned his eyes and saw such a scene, a young and handsome man holding a pot of wine in his hand, with his back to the burning bonfire, the red light of the fire illuminated the man's cold face a little strangely.

"Are you ......," Su Jing asked weakly.

"Your savior. A cold, unwarm voice came.

"Oh......"

Su Jing not only felt pain in his body, but also was very thirsty, as if he hadn't drunk enough in the surging river.

Su Jing, who was pale, suddenly asked in a ghostly manner, "This hero, can you give me a few sips of wine?" ”

"Give. The pot of wine in the young man's hand drew a wonderful arc in the air, and it landed gently in front of Su Jing impartially.

Su Jing reluctantly held the wine jug, raised his head and poured it into his mouth, as soon as the spicy and mellow sake entered the viscera, it turned into a warm current, warming Su Jing's limbs, Su Jing drank a few more sips before putting the wine jug down.

Su Jing wiped his mouth, and under the long drought and rain, his mind was comfortable, and he said loudly: "Good wine." ”

At this time, Su Jing's whole body was warm, and his body regained more strength, and he thanked him in his mouth: "Su Jing thanked the hero for the wine." ”

"Don't thank you for helping, but thank you for giving wine. It's interesting. The young man's mouth was amused, but there was not a hint of interest in his words.

Su Jing said: "The great grace of saving lives, how can it be passed by with a mere thanks, only the virtue of giving wine can be called it." ”

The young man only turned his eyes at this time, stared at Su Jing for a moment, and looked at the deep and bright starry sky again, before he said clearly: "It's a pity that there is a difference between immortals, whether it is gratitude or gratitude, it is useless after all." ”

Hearing the meaning of the young man's words, a kind of speculation mixed with excitement hit Su Jing's heart.

This person turned out to be a sword immortal!

Even if Su Jing faced the old demon, he and the City God Monarch had never been so excited as today, Gain, the Demon Dao, the Divine Dao, was no different from his current self, but when he met a sword immortal today, he could still talk to him, if he couldn't seize the opportunity, Su Jing felt that he would spend the rest of his life in regret.

Su Jing's knees touched the ground at this time, and he said with sincerity in his tone: "I ask the Sword Immortal to pass on Su Jing's true words." ”

Mu Bai's deep eyes glanced at it casually, and saw Su Jing kneeling on the ground, and said with coldness in his tone: "A man has gold under his knees, and he must not grovel for the sake of seeking immortal law." ”

Su Jing said with a clear and righteous voice: "Su Mou's kneeling is not kneeling to someone or something, kneeling is the vast avenue of cultivation." Chaowen said, death can be carried out. Why do you kneel?"

Although this voice does not say that it shook the world and resounded throughout the four fields, it was extremely lonely and indifferent in the vast empty night sky.

Mu Bai turned his head, his eyes lightly concealed the imperceptible discoloration, and he still said expressionlessly: "The way of art cannot be passed on lightly, I can't give you the avenue you are asking for." ”

Hearing the refusal words of the sword immortal in front of him, although Su Jing was extremely disappointed in his heart, he still said with a resolute gaze: "The road is long, I will go up and down to seek." ”

When Mu Bai heard this, he said in his heart: "This young man's ambition is not weak. ”

Looking at the thin and resolute young man in front of him, he seemed to have found the shadow of his hard work, and said again: "Meeting is fate, I see that your body is weak, so I will pass on a set of swordsmanship to you, and complete the cause and effect of this immortal fate." ”

Su Jing's eyes rose with a trace of hope at this time, but Mu Bai poured a basin of cold water at this time and said: "This set of swordsmanship is not the Immortal Dao swordsmanship, but the swordsmanship I created when I was wandering in the mortal world. ”

"I only dance once, and how much I can remember depends on your understanding. Mu Bai said in a deep voice.

Mu Bai's voice fell, and he drew his sword out of its sheath, and the sword light like water danced on the cliff under the starry sky with a fierce meaning.

Sure enough, as he said, it was a mortal sword technique, and there was no real energy flowing in the sword moves, that is, even the true qi was not visible.

But Su Jing's gaze was still attracted to the past, just because the sword light of the sword technique was swirling, the killing intent flowed, and the frost and cold hit his face. Su Jing not only chanted:

Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, sassy like a meteor.

Kill one person in ten steps, don't stay for thousands of miles, brush off your clothes when you do, and hide your merit and fame.

......

As soon as this poem came out, Mu Bai seemed to see himself who was wandering in the rivers and lakes back then, lifting his sword and crossing the horse, and being happy in the scene of the rivers and lakes.

Mu Bai's swordsmanship became more and more powerful, integrating into his life's sword killing, Su Jing was dizzy, so he had to use the power of his soul and forcibly memorize the moves.

Mu Bai put away his sword and stood up, a pair of sword eyebrows raised, and said loudly: "You can see clearly, this sword technique is called 'Autumn Killing Eighteen Swords', I hope you don't insult it." ”

Su Jing hugged his fists and said, "I will live up to my trust." ”

Mu Bai didn't tell Su Jing that he had realized "the true meaning of the way of the sword, between killings" from this set of swordsmanship, so that he was favored by a real person in the fairy gate and entered the gate of the avenue.

Su Jing was silently recalling the killing intent in the swordsmanship, Mu Bai suddenly threw a sword engraved with "Biyi" on the body of the sword to Su Jing, Su Jing reached out and took it, held it in his palm, and felt a cold artistic conception coming.

Mu Bai said in a deep voice: "Although this sword is not called a fairy sword, it is also a rare divine blade among the mortals, you can make good use of it." ”

Su Jing looked at the sword in his hand like a Wang Qinghong, his heart became more and more happy, and he muttered in his mouth: "The divine sword 'Biyi', in the future, you can follow me to smooth out the thorns, and under one sword, a thousand troops will be easy?"

The sword seemed to have spirituality, and in the surging of the soul power under Su Jing's emotional turmoil, it shook a few times, and it seemed to be cheering.

Su Jing held the sword in his hand, Qing Feng led it, his body turned, and he slowly unleashed the 'Autumn Killing Eighteen Swords' that Mu Bai had demonstrated earlier, although Su Jing had several broken bones that Mu Bai connected with the True Yuan technique when he rescued him, there were still bursts of pain, so although the sword technique he danced was quite complete, it also had a bit of stagnation.

Mu Bai looked at Su Jing's happy expression and the stagnation of the swordsmanship he was dancing, and he didn't interrupt or mention it, it seemed that he was really just passing the sword as he said, and he didn't care whether Su Jing learned it or not. But if you look closely, you can still see a hint of excitement hidden in your eyes.

Su Jing danced twice, becoming more and more skillful, and was about to thank the sword immortal in front of him for passing on the sword, but when he looked up, the white figure had already driven a sword light towards the boundless starry sky.

Su Jing used all his strength to shout loudly: "Dare to ask the senior's surname?"

A clear voice faintly came: "I was originally a Fuyang guest in the sky, and I didn't intend to wander among the rivers and lakes." He didn't enter the road of immortality at a young age, and he slashed the Qing Shentian with a sword.

Su Jing looked at the fascinating figure of the sword fairy, and secretly decided in his heart that one day, I can also ride the wind on the nine heavens with my sword and swim in the Netherworld.

In the middle of the night, Su Jing extinguished the bonfire, carried the 'Biyi' sword on his back, and with the help of the starlight, found a path down the mountain, and hurriedly went down the mountain.

The mountain road is difficult to walk, overgrown with weeds and thorns, Su Jing used the 'Biyi' sword in his hand to cut through the thorns and thorns, although he was tired, but his spirit was high.

The 'Biyi' sword in his hand was finally used again by the new owner, but he didn't expect that it was not thirsty for enemy blood, but instead of doing the work of a firewood knife, I don't know if I would feel aggrieved.

When a touch of fish belly white appeared in the east, Su Jing, who was sweating profusely and looking tired, finally saw a village hidden in the continuous mountain peaks.

Su Jing lifted his spirits, opened his bloodshot eyes, and moved towards the village.