In the city of Taiyuan, the emperor and his ministers recalled the glory of their ancestors in their letters, but between the distant rivers and lakes, there were bits and pieces that could be derived into angry waves.

The so-called rivers and lakes will never be isolated.

He will always be a part of the world, and in the deep and quiet waters of the rivers and lakes, the huge shadow has never dispersed.

In the past period of time, if there was any one Jianghu person who changed the general trend of the world with his own strength, the only one who could take this honor was Sword Sect Yue Gu Han.

Li Xu was savoring the wind in Hedong at the moment, thinking about Da Yu's next direction, and almost at the same time, the awakened Sword Sect was also busy.

Yue Gu Han sat quietly on a piece of bluestone, and a unique fragrance of pine needles filled his body.

The Sword Sect was wearing an ordinary cloth robe, his eyes were slightly dark, and with every breath, the pine branches within nine feet around him trembled slightly with the frequency of it.

The young swordsman Wan Heng stood respectfully aside, and since he met this legendary dead Sword Sect in the palace, Wan Heng has been following and waiting as a disciple.

Because Wan Heng was a swordsman, any real swordsman would give Yue Guhan enough respect, because now the Sword Sect was the first person above the sword path.

The respect for the Sword Sect itself is the respect for the three-foot Qingfeng in the opponent.

There were rumors on the rivers and lakes that the Sword Sect was defeated and died in a battle.

The prestige of Dao Sage Wuming lies above the martial arts, and between half-truth, half-truth, half-reality and half-illusion, it is an invincible martial art in the world.

And Yue Gu Han was regarded by the people in the martial arts as the most likely person to challenge the Dao Saint in recent generations.

Therefore, when the news of the death of the Sword Sect at the hands of the Dao Saint was deliberately spread by the emperor and spread all over the rivers and lakes, I don't know how many people sighed.

Wan Heng was once one of these people, but now he has his heart in his stomach.

The Chengtian Sword Sect he met in the palace not only did not die as rumored, but its martial arts were still in a realm that Wan Heng could not imagine.

The young swordsman looked at the surrounding mountains and forests as if they were echoing the breath of the Sword Sect, and he was even more sure in his heart that only such a great person as the Sword Sect could be able to stand side by side with a thousand-year-old legend like Wu Ming.

Wan Heng had never seen such a martial arts realm, and he hadn't even thought about this kind of wonderful resonance with all things in heaven and earth, let alone how to do it.

Such a straightforward display of the extraordinaryness of the grandmaster's realm, compared to those peers who hide everything, Yue Guhan is the first person in terms of bearing.

The Sword Sect took a long breath, collected his mind, and stopped exercising.

In the battle with the Dao Saint that day, Yue Guhan knew his own affairs, and it really grinded him to a situation where the oil ran out.

Dao Sage Wuming's martial arts realm today can be summed up in the six words "exhaustive study of the changes of heaven and man".

Yue Gu Han was always between the imaginary enemy of the provincial party committee to hone himself, but in the real fight, the Sword Sect showed all the means of pressing the bottom of the box, but he understood that the gap between the two was really almost incredible.

As far as a martial artist is concerned, it is a pleasure to be able to face such a peak in the world. However, as an enemy, Yue Guhan's heart was more anxious.

For outsiders who don't understand, the hatred between the Sword Sect and the Dao Saint is almost unreasonable.

The reason why Yue Guhan was able to have today's martial arts achievements was still thanks to the opportunity that Dao Sheng had created at the beginning. No matter how unpleasant the past was, this divine sword that rose from the sky in the rivers and lakes can be regarded as a prosthetic hand of the saint to achieve something.

Now there is such a life-and-death feud between the two, which is really a little indistinguishable.

Some of the root causes are only known to the parties concerned, and the grievances are really not enough to be praised by outsiders.

The Sword Sect slowly finished running the true qi in his body for a week, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Yue Gu Han had already finished pranayama, and since he woke up, the Sword Sect's skill realm had already recovered to the means it had at its peak, but the Sword Sect knew that there was still a considerable distance to defeat the Dao Saint with the original horizontal distance and tear apart the black shadow above the Central Plains Martial Forest.

On the day of the battle with the Dao Saint, Yue Gu Han had already slashed out the strongest sword in his life, and the weight of mental loss was really unbearable, so he fainted directly, and there were no internal and external injuries.

However, the Sword Sect knew that there was a slight wavering in his heart.

He began to doubt, doubting the long sword in his hand.

This point is shaken, and the next time you meet the Dao Sage, it may turn into a fatal loophole and negligence.

So Sword Sect chose to leave, thinking that staying in the palace and staying with Li Xu was not a good choice for him.

The Sword Sect wants to re-improve itself.

It will take time, and perhaps a little bit of chance.

"Master, drink some water. ”

Wan Heng respectfully held a gourd, since leaving Bai Yujing, he followed the Sword Sect south into the Zhongnan Mountain, and the two went all the way south into the Qinling Mountains.

Along the way, the Sword Sect deliberately concealed his traces and conveniently instructed Wan Heng's swordsmanship, and the young swordsman's martial arts also increased a lot.

"No need. ”

The Sword Sect shook his head.

Yue Gu Han looked ahead, he knew that the destination of this trip was in front of him.

Wan Heng put away the gourd and walked slowly forward with Yue Gu Han, the young swordsman found that the distance of each step of the Sword Sect was perfectly consistent, the speed, stride length and even breathing, the Sword Sect slowly moved forward, which made Wan Heng feel a little more nervous in his heart.

There was no doubt that the Sword Sect was making some kind of preparation.

Wan Heng had been following the Sword Sect for a few days, and he knew that Yue Gu Han's natural and carefree posture on weekdays, and now the deliberate action in front of him was undoubtedly a kind of preparation.

So a question came to my mind.

What exactly is the Sword Sect preparing?

Who in the rivers and lakes today is worthy of such careful treatment by the Sword Sect, Wan Heng's heart flashed one by one, Dao Sage, Confucian Sage, Du Zhucup, Liu Ziyue...... Wan Heng's hands were sweating a lot.

"You're a little scared. ”

Yue Gu Han's back was far from Yue Zhi, and his words were directed at what Wan Heng was thinking, which made the young swordsman a little embarrassed.

"If you have a sword in your hand, you will be fearless, this is the first heart of the swordsman, if you can't pass this hurdle, it is better not to hold the sword. ”

"Master, what are we looking for?"

Wan Heng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and finally asked, but he was ashamed and felt that he had lost his face in front of the Sword Sect.

"A swordsman is not a reckless man, he should be thoughtful and fearful. Yue Guhan didn't answer directly, just continued to walk in front. "But that's when you don't have a sword in your hand, and once you draw your sword, all sorrow and fear are gone, because it's respect for yourself, trust in yourself. ”

Wan Heng thoughtfully followed the Sword Sect forward, and the two walked through the mountains and forests, when they suddenly turned ahead, and suddenly there was a ruin in front of them.

This is probably Lan Ruo, which was built at some unknown time, and was later abandoned for unknown reasons.

"I just remembered something, so I wanted to take a look. ”

The night was as deep as water, and the ancient temple was full of ghosts, and suddenly a few lights flashed in the ruins.

A hoarse voice muttered.

"Lonely ghosts, hidden ghosts, I have seen Mr. Jian Zongyue, I have seen Mr. Wan. ”

This voice was cold and old, it seemed to come from the deepest part of the eighteen layers of mud plough hell, and the resentment hidden in it seemed to be a toxin, which made Wan Heng's heart feel a little cold, and fear grew from the bottom of his heart, covering his spirit.

Just by sound, you can shake your mind. Wang Heng's eyes froze, and in the ruins opposite, he may be pretending to be a ghost, but the one who is pretending to be a ghost must be the top master in today's martial arts.