On Niutou Mountain, Yang Ze repeats the same action every day, the pus on his hand is scabbed and broken, broken and scabbed, and so on. The white skin on his back was forged into copper skin and iron bones by the sun and rain, and the Qingfeng sword was wielded with a clanging sound.

The little Taoist priest herded cattle and collected medicine every day and passed through this huge eighteen stacks of waterfalls, squatting on one side, bored watching Yang Ze practice swordsmanship. He found that this son had changed, and he couldn't say how it had changed.

But there is one point, this young master even forgot to eat. There is no way, the little Taoist priest knows that he has short hands and a soft mouth, so he put down the value of his uncle and ancestor, but fortunately, there are no apprentices and grandchildren here, and he consciously became a husband for Yang Ze, but fortunately, there is no shortage of food on this mountain.

Qing Feng's last words, Shizi's heart always ached faintly.

and the kind Daddy Geng, the first soldier to kick the camp......

Occasionally, after practicing the sword, Yang Ze climbed to the top of the mountain and watched the seven mountains that the dynasty meandered away, and the towering mountains were endless and endless.

The maple trees around the mirror lake are verdant, and the dark clouds of Xiafei Mountain in the distance are getting thicker and thicker, obscuring the mountain.

"The young master of the Bai family doesn't know how well the Wind Thunder Sword has been practiced, and the Bai family's daughter Bai Yutoad, who is far away in the Snow Moon Sect, according to the commentator, Lao Er said that both of them have shown their martial arts talents."

He still remembered that the white-clothed monk Yun Hengjia said that the highest level of the Wind Thunder Sect is to practice swords with heavenly thunder, and the sound of sword and thunder can lead the nine heavens to run thunder and roll down. And the Wind Thunder Sect Master Cultivation Master Dao is not the most powerful, his several senior uncles, the six Great Protector Elders of the Wind Thunder Sect are like ghosts, unpredictable, just walking on the rivers and lakes these years.

There are no less than 10,000 disciples of the Wind Thunder Sect.

Regardless of the outer door or the inner door, their promotion is to step on the corpses of their fellow brothers, and the wind and thunder sword "ruthless, poisonous, and spicy" is the sword trick.

It is said that in the valley of Xiafei Mountain, there is a platform of life and death, and if an outer disciple wants to become an inner disciple, he must enter this platform of life and death.

As soon as you enter the platform of life and death, you will regret it and don't look back.

The disciples will fight here to the death, thus deciding life and death.

The sword moves fed by the Wind and Thunder Sword with human blood have no showmanship, and the moves are deadly. There are countless cliffs in Xiafei Mountain, enter the inner disciples, hold the flowing steel sword, and begin to practice the Wind Thunder Sect Wind Thunder Sword, with internal strength, one sword after another is inserted into the stone wall and begins to practice the sword insertion, and finally practices the terrifying realm of sword death.

At this time, Bai Yutang was wandering around the Valley of Death and Life to practice swords, and he had already killed six brothers under his sword, including Lu Zhan, the second young master of the Lu family, and a sharp sword pierced Lu Zhan's chest, and Lu Zhan didn't understand how Yutang practiced the "Thunder Sound Sword Roar" that only core disciples can do.

There is a Yellow Dragon Pavilion in the Wind Thunder Sect, and it is said that there was once a Yellow Dragon flying here.

The stream in front of the pavilion is murmuring, a hundred flowers are vibrant, and the fragrance of flowers is overflowing. A young girl, with a beautiful face, willow eyebrows, a slight tremor in her hips, gently picking a red flower, and putting it under Qiong's nose, it is really fragrant, and the bright five finger prints on her face are so dazzling.

Not far behind him, a man, with a delicate face, a sword hanging from his waist, wanted to speak and stopped, the five finger prints were like a vicious sun, extremely dazzling, he finally mustered up the courage to say, "Da Qiao, you... Are you really leaving?".

"Pang Ji, don't be sentimental, you think about the things in the sect master's bowl all day long, aren't you afraid of the hot rice that will burn your heart and liver", the woman was expressionless and said coldly.

The man who spoke was Pang Ji, the eldest disciple of the Wind Thunder Sect, sixteen years ago, he joined the Wind Thunder Sect, and it was a pair of twin sisters who came with him.

The man clenched his fists fiercely, his heart trembled, he raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, but he was not annoyed, and continued, "Sister Qiao, as long as you say a word, even if you are broken, I will take you away."

The one who called Qiao Mei did not look back, his tone was still the same, and he said coldly, "I said, what are you? The toad also wants to eat swan meat."

The man couldn't hold back the humiliation anymore and muttered, "Thing... Stuff... , yes, I'm something", turned around, annoyed "I'll wait until I'm not something", the left fingernail pinched hard into the flesh, bloody, hot.

After the man walked away, a woman, who walked out of the corner, looked similar to Da Qiao, and said softly, "Sister, I'm afraid he will never have a chance to pester you again."

"Oh", the woman still didn't look back, no one saw it, a drop of crystal tears on the delicate flower, glittering.

In the distance, the old man with a withered face on the top of the peak, his face was a little pale, it seemed that he was seriously injured in the battle of the Tongou River, he held his hands and smiled with satisfaction.

It has not been green, and the green plum has withered.

Sixteen years ago, the three of them went up the mountain together.

Sixteen years later, he was left alone on the mountain, and a carriage slowly drove out.

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On this day, the county lord Ye Qingxuan came again.

Of course, it is indispensable to visit this son who is unwilling to enter the rivers and lakes and has a general infatuation. After receiving a blank look from the prince, Ye Qingxuan went to the cave where Liu Ru lived with satisfaction.

Liu Ru is slightly two years older, the two of them are literate and martial, one turns hundreds of steels into finger softness, heroic posture, and the other is beautiful and charming, and the eyebrows are picturesque.

The mountains are too boring, the county lord doesn't like to stay in the mountains, if it weren't for the prince here, she wouldn't have gone up the mountain if she was killed.

The county lord and the little Taoist priest who was cooking on the fire joked, "You Taoist sweep the floor for fear of hurting the lives of ants, cherish the moth yarn lamp, save Sister Liu, but hurt several lives, won't you be moved by mortal hearts?"

The little Taoist priest was not annoyed, smiled slyly, rode on the green ox, carried the bamboo basket into the mountain, and said with a smile, "The ancestor said that the monks are not quick to speak."

On the way into the mountain, there were juniors who stopped and respectfully called him "Uncle Shizu", he always smiled honestly and never had a fight.

Everyone is willing to chat with him, although this little uncle is young, some people say that he will be the "abbot" of the Quartet Taoism appointed by the emperor in the future, and even the popular Taoist ancestral courts such as Wudang Mountain and Longhu Mountain will bow down and obey the supreme leader of this sect.

In the past, they saw the little uncle and ancestor in the mountain middle school bear howling, turtle throat, ape base, sometimes walking on all fours, shaking his head and tail, sometimes struggling, the golden rooster is independent, they all secretly laughed at him, thinking that he was naughty and nonsense.

Later, I learned that it was the "Twelve Sections of Brocade" in "Miscellaneous Deed".

Later, there were apprentices and grandchildren, who thought it was fun, imitated the sick body and could be cured without treatment, and the limbs and hundreds of bones were all transparent, and slowly the Taoist priests of the Yuxu Palace on Niutou Mountain began to "have thousands of birds and beasts, and there are everything".

Lu Qianzhi of the prison court saw that this Jade Void Palace had become a place where "birds and beasts were rampant", which was very unsightly, and the incense was not prosperous in the first place, so if it was spread out, it would not scare the pilgrims to set foot on Niutou Mountain again.

The head of the sect, Tianningzi, then issued a decree, "It is not allowed to learn birds and beasts in the Jade Void Palace", and this phenomenon of thousands of birds and beasts was slowly eliminated.

Once, the little Taoist priest found that the master was learning to fly in Qinglian Peak, and looked at the master brother with a blank expression.

"Who said you can't learn outside the Jade Void Palace?" Tian Ningzi said with an unfathomable expression.

The little Taoist priest looked ignorant, "Well, it is still the most reasonable brother in charge."

One day, Wang Chengyan was at the top lake of Xuanjiao Peak, and saw Yang Ze looking in the direction of the Wind Thunder Sect. As he pondered something, the Blue Blade sword was stuck in the rock beside him.

He took out a handful of white thatch and handed it to Yang Ze.

Yang Ze took it and still didn't speak. Wang Chengyan helplessly chewed on the white grass root.

"Does this sword of yours have a name?" the little Taoist priest spat out a mouthful of debris and looked towards the mountain peaks over there, as if it was getting darker and darker these days, "It seems that some people's sword moves are more vicious, and the sword path is on a higher level", the little Taoist priest said casually.

"Qingfeng", Yang Ze took the sword and stroked it gently, the sword seemed to sense, and there was a buzzing sound in the sword box, producing a whimpering resonance. He still remembered Qing Feng's last words, "Young master, practice martial arts well." If he had practiced martial arts well, or if he wasn't so careless, Qing Feng would at least not have died tragically. This is a knot that he will not be able to untie for the rest of his life, drawing the ground as a prison.

"Taoist ancestors are compassionate, see things and think of people", he folded his hands respectfully, and silently recited the Taoist mantra for the deceased Qingfeng.

"Why do you have to practice swords when it is so hard to practice swords?", the little Taoist priest tidied up the purple yang scarf, pulled up the Taoist robe, and started to clean up some herbs that had just been picked from the peak.

"You know a fart", Yang Ze couldn't see this uncle, he was not upset, and said with a wry smile.

The little Taoist priest picked at the corner of his eyes, and he was not annoyed, "The Dao is magnificent, negligent but not lost." I don't know if it's right, I think martial arts is like the flowing water on this horn peak, good for all things without fighting, tolerance is great", the little Taoist's wide robe swayed with him, his eyes were like a lighthouse through the mist, flashing with an unpredictable light, looking at the churning and shining seven-star array above the sea of clouds.

"Why is Senior Brother Jiao practicing swords at Xiaohu Peak?"

"That was a few years ago, several elders of the Wind Thunder Sect chased a person to the Jade Void Palace, and happened to be touched by Senior Brother Jiao, and then after the people of the Wind Thunder Sect went down the mountain, he sighed to himself that the Xuanjia was withered and his swordsmanship was not good, so he went to retreat, and it has been almost ten years since he thought about it."

"The wind and thunder sword thunder rolled, the sword qi was superimposed on each other, and the gang qi was compelling, and it was indeed extremely ruthless. But I think the ancestor said that "the wind does not end, the shower does not end", you think that the wind can't blow all morning, the rainstorm can't fall for a day, no matter how menacing the wind and rain will eventually stop. Martial arts I think it should be like this, Ren Er, the southeast and northwest winds, I shine on the river from the bright moon", in the eyes of the little Taoist, everything returns to the sect, and the horse groom and the sword god are no different.

"What are you practicing?".

"The twelve paragraphs of brocade recorded in the "Miscellaneous Deed" are quite interesting."

"Oh", Shizi retracted his gaze and said with a roll of his eyes, "What is Twelve Duanjin?"

The little Taoist priest held his cheeks and muttered, "The twelve sections of brocade are divided into dragon guide, tiger guide, bear scripture, turtle pharyngeal, swallow fly, snake bend, bird stretch, heaven and earth, ape according to, rabbit shock, toad qi, so repeatedly, can be a hundred levels of qi and get rid of diseases."

"Oh", Shizi responded, as if he remembered something, and said with a smile, "Who is the person who was caught up by the Wind Thunder Sect and caught up with the Jade Void Peak?

The little Taoist priest looked around, as if he was afraid that someone would eavesdrop on him and not say a word. Yang Ze didn't expect that this innocent and innocent little master and uncle who was praised by the old horseman as cultivating the Taoist Wuwei Dao also had careful thoughts.

"Do you believe it or not, I'm going to tell your senior brother that you take his Seven Star Dragon Pan Alchemy?", Yang Ze had already discovered that it was not an ordinary product, and it didn't look like an object for a little Taoist.

"Just say it, anyway, this pot is not another pot, and the white horse is not a horse", the little Taoist priest said with a smile.

Shizi raised his foot and kicked over.

The little Taoist priest had a blue nose and swollen face, and he refused to say anything if he was killed.

"Where is the little pot peak?", Yang Ze reluctantly gave up the question, seeing that the little Taoist priest chewed deliciously, he picked up the white grass root and ate it, "Well, it's so unpalatable, you can eat it."

There is a geyser in the small pot peak, a total of three hundred and sixty eyes, the spring water gushes intermittently, and the fierce shot reaches the sky, such as the shape of the pot open, so it is called the small pot peak, and the sound is greater than the horn waterfall here. I once passed by to collect medicine and saw Senior Brother Jiao practicing swordsmanship with the gushing spring water as a stake."

Shizi didn't say anything, and carried Qingfeng on his sword. Before returning to the stone chamber, look at the 3,000-foot Horn Falls.

At this time, it is the height of summer, the waterfall falls from the sky, and the sound of thousands of horses galloping is deafening. He stood on the big bluestone in front of the waterfall, holding the Qingfeng sword, and poured all his strength.

He thinks that he practices sword splitting 6,000 a day, and there should be no problem with sword splitting waterfalls. But when the Qingfeng Sword slashed, the huge water flow instantly got used to the Qingfeng Sword, and he couldn't cut it out with a sword, he was not convinced to pick up the Qingfeng Sword and cut it again, this time the Qingfeng Sword was directly knocked away by the huge water flow and sank into the waterhole below.

Shizi's right hand hurt, and he looked down to see that the tiger's mouth had cracked, and blood flowed.

Shizi jumped into the lake and picked up the Qingfeng Sword, which is different from the water of Xieyue Lake, where the water of the mountain spring pool is cold and biting, and there are very few fish in the water.

"Can you cut the waterfall open?", Yang Ze was soaking wet, his lips were purple, and his teeth were rattling.

Wang Chengyan held his head and thought for a long time, thought about it and said, "It's almost possible, Senior Brother Jiao has also practiced here before."

"Then you try?" Yang Ze handed over the Qingfeng sword, Wang Chengyan hurriedly waved his hand, he was reluctant to take the weapon.

He looked back for a long time and picked up a dead branch that had just been scraped from the tree.

I saw him clumsily swing it out gently, his posture was ugly, and the rushing waterfall was instantly divided into two sections, and he threw away the branch in his hand, "That's it." I saw that the master and Senior Brother Jiao once used a whisk to split this waterfall, and at that time, the master could hold back the water, but Senior Brother Jiao was a little worse."

Since then, Yang Ze has been fighting the impact of the waterfall by the waterfall every day. The Qingfeng sword fell again and again, and he gritted his teeth and repeated the boring movements.

Once, the county lord came, and when he saw Yang Ze's obsession with martial arts and his concentration on cutting the waterfall, he laughed to himself for a long time. Shizi seems to have changed as a different person, and it is like returning to the stubbornness they played together when they were children.

Ye Qingxuan knew that Liu Ru knew everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and especially liked the guzheng. This time, Ye Qingxuan actually brought a guzheng up the mountain.

Liu Ru didn't wear the luxurious brocade robe brought by Ye Qingxuan, and was picking fruits in the place where she had just fiddled with it. In the past six months, she has planted vegetables and raised flowers in a remote place in the mountains, and she has the appearance of living in Niutou Mountain for a long time, which can frighten the little Taoist.

The garden and vegetable patch are very elegant, at this time she is not as cold and glamorous as others saw at the beginning, no one would have thought that she was the first beauty of the original crown Xiangtuo Dynasty, but she was still beautiful and moving in plain clothes, and it was really beautiful to be able to hold up a plain body.