Look, the sun is sinking in the west, the sky is full of clouds, there are several geese, flying side by side, the sound of geese is accompanied by the red glow, and the breeze blows people's hearts.

It is said that the three ancestors and grandsons of Qi Laohan and Mu Wuya's nephew said goodbye outside the town, Mu Wuya and the two went straight to the west, and the three of Qi Laohan also drove a donkey cart to return home before dark.

Ying'er sat on the donkey cart, carrying a sword book and a wooden sword in her hand, sometimes slashing around in the air, sometimes holding it in her hand and looking at it carefully.

Leizi sat next to him and teased him: "Ying'er now has a master and a sword, and now she is a veritable swordsman." ”

Ying'er shook her head and said, "Not yet, I won't use the sword." ”

"It's strange to say, you are a five-year-old child, and you don't know much about big characters, but your master doesn't teach you any exercises, but directly throws you a sword book, what's going on?"

What Lei Zi said also pondered in Qi Laohan's heart for a long time, but he thought that maybe this was the guidance of the masters, Mu Wuya also said, how much Ying'er has learned in the past seven years depends on his own creation, although he has made a seven-year covenant, but Mu Wuya's real intention is to test whether Ying'er is suitable for this path. If Ying'er fails to practice martial arts, then his fate with Mu Wuya will come to an end, and what is the seven-year covenant and the reality of master and apprentice?

Qi Laohan, who has entered the WTO quite deeply, expected to think of this, although this test is also reasonable, but the old man is worried that if his grandson really has no chance with the sword, he is afraid that Ying'er will not be able to bear this fact at that time. After thinking about it, if Ying'er has a deep understanding and is a material that can be made, then seven years later, the baby grandson will leave him and walk into the rivers and lakes alone. "Hey~" The old man sighed lightly, at this time his heart was extremely conflicted, and he almost drove the donkey cart into the ditch on the side of the road, but fortunately it was okay, Ying'er was smiling happily in the car.

Before dark, the three grandparents returned home, Qi Laohan returned the donkey cart, and the three went to rest soon after eating.

The moonlight was hazy, the cicadas were chirping, and mosquitoes were flying around from time to time, Ying'er couldn't sleep for a long time while lying on the bed, not because of mosquitoes, but more because of today's events that made Ying'er quite concerned. At a young age, he unexpectedly received guidance from a master, and worshipped him as a teacher, and obtained a wooden sword and a sword book, all kinds of encounters could not happen to Ying'er in her own opinion. Ying'er turned sideways to look at the wooden sword beside the pillow, and the wooden sword was still faintly exuding fragrance.

He fantasized that he was holding a wooden sword and playing according to the sword book, that he was pointing the sword at the big tiger and his gang and teaching them a lesson, and that he was wearing a white robe and holding a stainless steel sword, standing on the top of the mountain with an extraordinary spirit, looking down at the vast continent.

Gradually, the woman came to mind again, and Ying'er really felt that gentleness again, and shouted softly: "Mother", under this gentleness, he fell asleep soundly.

Mu Wuya, Ming Kaiyue's nephew and nephew left the town and walked west. Soon after, the two entered an inn and stayed. After a while, Mu Wuya took off his ragged clothes, bathed and changed into a green robe and white coat, and decorated it slightly, full of energy, like a heavenly immortal.

The two sat opposite each other at the table, the lamps and candles flickering, and Ming Kaiyue asked, "Uncle Shi, do we have to do this?"

Mu Wuya took a sip of a cup of tea, "If you don't do this, how can you let Ying'er enter my door?"

"But, this is a little different from what Senior Brother Qi Feng entrusted back then. ”

"Qi Feng," Mu Wuya sighed, "Qi Feng entrusted me to find his son and pass on his swordsmanship, I gave him his wishes, but he didn't say that he couldn't let Ying'er enter my door." ”

"But ......"

Qi Feng, that is, Ying'er's biological father, also entered the "Ten Swords Gate" that year, Qi Feng worshiped Mu Wuya as his teacher, and became close friends with Ming Kaiyue, who worshiped under the head of Yuan Fangzi, and even swore brothers. But after the "Ten Swords Gate" was removed from the rivers and lakes more than ten years ago, Qi Feng also disappeared without a trace, leaving only a letter.

The letter read: "Big brother, the younger brother is unkind, now the situation is uneasy, the sect is disbanded, the Ten Swords Sect is now like a plate of scattered sand, and the younger brother will also wander the world from now on." There is only one thing that I can't rest assured, my eldest brother doesn't know, when I left home to wander the rivers and lakes, I had fallen out with my father at home, which is really unfilial. May the eldest brother wait for me to greet my father, and the younger brother really has no face to see his father again. Since then, Shuang'er and I will also fly away, and now we will say goodbye, and I hope that my eldest brother will forgive me. ”

"Also, please ask the eldest brother to ask the master for me, in vain, but when the sect is in crisis, he abandoned the door and fled, if he sees each other again in the future, I am willing to apologize for the crime with death......"

When Mu Wuya saw this letter, his heart ached, not because his apprentice abandoned him and left, but because of the many ways in the world, he affected his favorite apprentice.

A year ago, Ming Kaiyue received another anonymous letter, and after a short look, he knew that it was sent by Qi Feng, so he immediately showed it to his uncle.

Mu Wuya took a look at it and sighed lightly.

The letter said: "Master, eldest brother, it has been 14 years since I said goodbye back then. The apprentice and Shuang'er also settled down in a corner of the rivers and lakes, and now they have a son under their knees, but they are afraid that the rivers and lakes are sinister, so they sent him to their father's side...... The apprentice has a reluctant request, I hope that Master, eldest brother, will not read my treachery, and grant me the sword technique so that he can save his life in ......the rivers and lakes."

"Feng'er, what a pity. Mu Wuya sighed.

The fire candle was clearly extinguished, it was midnight, and Ming Kaiyue and Uncle Shi were still sitting at the table.

"Uncle Shi, forgive your disciple for being rude, don't you want Ying'er to revive the Ten Swords Sect?"

Mu Wuya nodded, "Yes, Ying'er is very intelligent, compared to his father, he is even better, and he is a material that can be made." If you want to revive our door, Ying'er is the best choice. ”

"But junior brother, he doesn't want Feng'er to set foot in the rivers and lakes. ”

"Kaiyue, your fate will be determined in a few days, and you can't escape. ”

Just as the two were talking, they suddenly heard a sound outside the door, Mu Wuya's index finger ordered tea, luck fingertips, shook his arms, and saw that the water droplets were like steel needles, leaving small holes in the paste window in the blink of an eye.

Ming Kaiyue was also shocked, and he got up and was about to go out to find out, but Mu Wuya kept him, "The person has already left." ”

"Which group of people again?"

"Eight or nine are not far from ten, and the old thief of Nangong has been following us for more than ten years. has repeatedly assassinated the killer, but has not succeeded. Haha, it's not easy for the old thief in Nangong. ”

Ming Kaiyue had a sad face, "We are worried all day long......"

"Kaiyue, who is not worried about this Jianghu? If not, the next second may be his own death. ”

Mu Wuya got up and said, "It's not too early, Kaiyue, you should also go and rest." ”

Ming Kaiyue retired, and when he left, he seemed to remember something, but he didn't ask Mu Wuya, and returned to his guest room.

Ming Kaiyue, who was lying on the bed, was also tossing and turning, with many doubts in his heart, that was the matter of the wooden sword.

Speaking of this wooden sword, we have to start with the ancestor of the Ten Swords Gate, Zunyang Zhenren, legend has it that Zunyang Zhenren was already a gray-haired old man when he founded the school, but his martial arts are unique in the world, and he can be called the first in martial arts. The wooden sword is his personal thing, and it will be passed on to future generations in the future, and it will be kept by the head of the family from generation to generation, it can be said that this is the symbol of the Ten Swords Gate, which is enough to see the preciousness of the wooden sword, and since the defeat of the Ten Swords Gate more than ten years ago, the head of the Yuan Fangzi died in battle, and entrusted him to Ming Kaiyue when he met his brother Mu Wuya, and then handed over the wooden sword to Mu Wuya when Ming Kaiyue met his senior brother Mu Wuya.

Why did Uncle Shi give this precious wooden sword to a five-year-old child? Although it was his own apprentice, it was too casual. After thinking about it, although the Ten Swords Gate no longer exists, Uncle Shi is also a peerless master, and he should have his own reasons.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and in a dark forest, there have been crows in several places, and there is a man in black, with light steps, shuttling through it. This person came from the direction of the inn where Mu Wuya's master and nephew lived, and he was a little exhausted when he saw that this person was not long, obviously injured, and suddenly stepped on a broken branch and fell to the ground. At this time he had come to the gate of a magnificent palace, and in a short time two men came out of the palace and carried him in.

As soon as you enter the main hall, the golden light full of the house, as if you have entered the palace, the main hall is supported by two rows of thick pillars, in the center of the main hall, there is a thin face, white hair old man, this old man is the old thief of Nangong in Mu Wuya's mouth - Nangong He. And this is the third largest gang in the rivers and lakes today, the "White Crane Gang", although it is the third largest gang, in terms of strength, the number of people is not inferior to the second largest gang "Tiger Gate", but the leader of the White Crane Gang is ruthless and scheming, and his subordinates are even more evil, and their reputation is extremely poor, so they rank third. But because no one on the rivers and lakes can break the three-legged balance, he dares to be angry but does not dare to speak.

"Bastard! waste! useless!" I saw Nangong Crane on the seat angrily reprimanded, "Just two miscellaneous pieces, do you want to let this immortal go out in person?" (Nangong Crane is proud and likes to listen to flattery, so he calls himself an immortal)

"You actually call yourself a first-class master, I think you are not as good as an ant!" Nangong He was so angry that his beard rushed up.

"Don't be angry. Standing next to Nangong He was one of his right-hand men, Li Yansan. This Li Yan is obscene on three sides, and his stomach is bad, and most of the evil things that Nangong He has done for many years have listened to him.

"Don't be angry, no one in my gang has been able to get rid of those two pieces of waste for more than ten years! You guys are really not even as good as waste!"

"Then, aren't there still two high-ranking disciples when the immortals sit down?" Li Yansan said with a smile on his face.

"The two of them are still in retreat and cultivating, and they are in a critical period, so we can't disturb them!"

At this time, the man lying on the ground, kneeling on one knee, covered his bleeding left abdomen and said: "The immortals don't know, Mu Wuya's old thief is so powerful, I am dozens of meters away from him, and he will find out, if it weren't for my quick reaction, I would ...... now."

Before the words fell, I saw Nangong He raise his palm lightly, and the man in black of His Highness instantly lost his breath and fell to the ground, and Nangong He took his hand back.

"Ah, this 'Heavenly Crane Immortal Cloud Palm' of the immortal is really superb, the whole world, I'm afraid that no one dares to say the first when you say the second!" Li Yansan was so frightened by that palm that he broke a cold sweat on his back, and complimented Nangong Crane again and again.

Nangong He was also very happy when he heard this, and couldn't help laughing, "Hahaha, that's natural, no one can comprehend my original technique! Not even my two apprentices!"

"Yes, yes," Li Yansan nodded hurriedly, "But,"

"But what?" Nangong He asked in a cold voice.

"However, that Mu Wuya old thief is always a disaster for you, the immortals, even if he is not defeated by the immortals, I am afraid that he will ......"

"Hmph, I know this, of course I know how powerful that old thief is, but after the war that year, his skill should only be eighty percent now, if he recovers, I'm afraid this immortal will not be able to defeat him." ”

"I have a plan, I don't know how. ”

"That's right. ”

Li Yansan leaned into Nangong He's ear and said so and so.

Suddenly, Nangong He laughed: "Li Yansan, Li Yansan, this immortal really didn't misunderstand you." ”

"Where, compared to the immortals, you know that you are stupid, not as wise as the immortals. ”

"Ahaha, you don't have to be modest, you are much stronger than these wastes, otherwise, how could this immortal let you be my left arm?"

"What do you see about the immortals?"

"Just do as you say, pass it on immediately, and if you don't take that old guy's head, you will come to see you!"

"Yes!" Li Yansan clenched his fists and retreated.

The main hall echoed with Nangong He's laughter, "Hahaha, Mu Wuya, you are destined to be planted in my hands!"