Chapter 1: My name is Fang Junmei

Cumulus Mountain.

As high as 600 zhang, the mountain is majestic.

Entrenched in the mountains is the most powerful underworld sect in the Pan Kingdom, Jianbei Mountain City.

Jianbei Mountain City, away from the Hate Demon Palace, Tianyu Building, and known as the three major underworld sects in Panguo.

The three factions act ruthlessly, do their own thing, there is no lack of harm to nature, traitors, and they are the three major forces that the Baidao Sect and decent martial arts people hate and fear the most.

And among these three sects, the power of Jianbei Mountain City is even stronger, and it has been in charge of the underworld for many years.

The reason for this, the most important one, is because of the city lord of Jianbei Mountain City, the "old man with a sword", this old man is extremely strong, invincible, and the throne of the first person in the Pan Kingdom, has been fifty years, and there are countless masters of good and evil who have died in his hands.

His most amazing means is as if he can see the opponent's attack in advance, half of the interception, no half of the opponent can be an exception, no matter how clever and fast the opponent is, the secret is far beyond the level of the last to come.

This method is terrifying, but how he did it, no one knows.

Among the people close to him, the eldest disciple is the most often asked, always thinking that the old man with the negative sword still has a hand hidden and has not passed it on to him, but the old man with the negative sword said that it is just because he has a spiritual sense beyond ordinary people.

Now, the first person in Panguo will also come to the end of his life.

......

On the top of Cumulus Mountain, there are groups of houses, row upon row, like a small city.

In the deepest room, dimly lit and with a fluttering white belt, a long old man lay on the bed, his eyes blank and calm.

The skin full of wrinkles, like the dried orange peel, tells the ruthlessness of time, the old man's spots on the face loom, the face is full of gray color, the once majestic body, also withered like an old tree, the once bright and terrifying gaze, but also muddy, once powerful big hands, dry and thin to the point of embarrassment, a look of dying.

It is the old man with the negative sword, who is now a hundred years old, compared to ordinary mortal old men, of course, he has a long life, but after all, he can't beat time.

When the old man with the sword was young, he liked luxury and power, and loved to be in the limelight, but after becoming the first person in Panguo, his temperament gradually weakened, and he finally saw the things of fame and fortune, so this palace can be said to be quite poorly furnished. Except for a table, a chair and a bed, there are no other furnishings, and even a stool is stingy.

As for the Acacia Sword that this old man once never left his body, it had already been passed on to his most proud second disciple.

The old man with the sword faced the sky on his back, staring in the direction of the roof, his expression was extremely complicated, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

On the floor not far from the bed, there were eleven or twelve men, women, and children, all of whom were the most important people in Jianbei Mountain City.

In the front, the two knelt side by side, on the left was a young man in his thirties, tall, with a high nose and deep eyes, a narrow face, a calm and cold gaze, wearing a royal blue brocade robe, his temperament looked a little cold, this person's name was Leng Qianqiu, and he was the eldest disciple of the old man with a sword.

Although Leng Qianqiu is only thirty-five years old, he is already one of the famous masters in the prime of life in Panguo, nicknamed Sword Tyrant, cool and powerful, extremely unique, and ruthless in killing, compared to the old man with a negative sword when he was young, only surpassed and not as good as he was, many monks predicted that if this person replaced the old man with a negative sword and became the new master of Jianbei Mountain City, the situation of the underworld in Panguo would be broken soon, and another huge bloody storm in the rivers and lakes would come soon.

Kneeling next to Leng Qianqiu is the third disciple of the old man with the sword, the "woman in red" Shu Chuchu, this woman is the apprentice of the old man with the sword in his later years, she is only twenty-four years old this year, and she has learned the light temperament of the old man with the sword in his later years, and she has a pure temperament and no intention of power.

Shu Chuchu's appearance naturally goes without saying, her figure is graceful, her natural fragrance is beautiful, and the most touching thing is that she is wearing a red long dress, elegant as fire, looking from a distance, like a fairy in the fire, I don't know how many wild bees and butterflies are sought after, but this woman is noble and noble, and she can't look down on half of it.

Behind the two, there are men and women, old and young, their breath is restrained, their faces are solemn, but they have a domineering appearance.

The old man with the sword had been kneeling for half an hour, but no one dared to show an impatient look, even if the old man with the sword was about to die, he could still take the lives of most of them in a few breaths.

......

"Qianqiu, after I die, you will be the city lord of Jianbei Mountain City. ”

The old man with the sword finally spoke, and although his voice was slightly weak, it was majestic and could not be questioned by anyone.

"Yes, master!"

Leng Qianqiu replied in a deep voice, and a look of relief flashed in the depths of her dark and deep pupils.

This is what he dreamed of, and he didn't have to wait too long, although the old man with the sword had already handed over all the things in the mountain city to him to take care of, but without the identity of this city lord, he was always a heart sick for him who was obsessed with power.

If the old man with the sword didn't pass on this city lord to him for a long time, or passed it on to others, Leng Qianqiu didn't know what he would do.

The old man with the sword seemed to see through the change in his mood, and on the old bark-like face, he pulled out a somewhat bitter and helpless smile, and said in an unusually kind voice: "Idiot, one day, you will be like me, see through all the powerful things in the world thoroughly, and never leave any more connections, only feel that everything you are pursuing now is just a joke." ”

Leng Qianqiu heard this, on his cold face, a sense of sadness finally appeared, his body trembled slightly, and he suddenly remembered that he was originally an orphan, and it was the old man with the sword who brought him up the mountain and taught him carefully, so that he had today's achievements.

"Master—"

Leng Qianqiu let out a sad sigh, knelt forward a few steps, and came to the old man with the sword, with a pair of majestic eyes, trembling slightly.

"If there is such a day, the apprentice will never be nostalgic, and will choose the most suitable successor for my mountain city, but before that, let me enjoy the happiness and satisfaction brought to me by power!"

Even if he is obsessed with power, Leng Qianqiu doesn't feel that he has anything wrong, this is a Tianjiao hero who is determined to the extreme and is committed to his own path.

The old man with the sword stretched out his dry palm, held his palm, and said with a smile in his eyes: "Qianqiu, you are really like me, back then, I thought the same thing." ”

Leng Qianqiu was silent, her face sad.

"I'm here in Qianqiu, do you have any opinions?"

The old man with the sword asked Leng Qianqiu and Shu Chuchu the people behind him, his expression suddenly became majestic and indifferent, and in his cloudy eyes, there was a sudden glint in his eyes, which made people dare not look directly, and his body also exuded a cold aura.

A cadre of people, the body trembled slightly. After glancing at each other, he hurriedly said, "No opinion!"

The old man with the sword swept over everyone one by one, and finally nodded slightly, without warning everyone more, believing that no matter what happened, his eldest apprentice would be able to handle it well.

After a while, the old man turned to Leng Qianqiu and said: "After I die, I will leave the Hate Demon Palace and Tianyu Tower, as well as those who claim to be decent guys, and when they get the news, there will definitely be some movement, Qianqiu, I'll leave it to you, when it's time to be ruthless, remember not to be merciful!"

At the end of the words, the murderous spirit is full of ambition!

"Master rest assured, the disciple never knows how to write the word mercy!"

Leng Qianqiu responded coldly, and the sadness on his face had been put away and turned into the most cold indifference.

The old man with the sword nodded in satisfaction and looked at his little apprentice "Woman in Red" Shu Chuchu.

"Master. ”

Without waiting for the old man with the negative sword to speak, Shu Chuchu knelt forward, a pair of hands as white as jade, he had already taken the initiative to hold the hand of the old man with the negative sword, feeling that the old man's body temperature was a little cold, and he entered a pure internal force.

Although there is a moving smile on his face, the smile is full of sadness, and the pear blossoms bring rain, and he is pitiful.

"Chu Chu, after I die, you can go wherever you want. ”

The voice was unusually gentle, and the old man with the sword had always been very fond of this only female disciple, and after speaking, he said: "If you are tired and wronged, you will come back, I believe that Qianqiu and Junmei will make decisions for you." ”

When Shu Chuchu heard this, tears slipped down like broken pearls, and his head was connected, but he couldn't speak.

On the one hand, she thanked this old man for accepting herself as an apprentice and teaching herself martial arts, on the other hand, she hated the dirty and ugly side of the underworld sect in Jianbei Mountain City, if it weren't for the fact that the old man's health was getting worse and worse, she would have left a long time ago.

The old man with the sword shook his head and smiled, laughing at himself: "In my life, I have been scolded for yin, evil, ruthlessness, cruelty, and cruelty, and two of the three apprentices I have taught are not like me, which is really a great shame in the world!"

The crowd was silent.

"Where is Jun Mei now?"

After the negative kendo man sighed, he finally asked about his last apprentice.

Leng Qianqiu's face was straight, and he replied respectfully: "The second junior brother has been traveling the world alone for five years, and the divine dragon has not seen the end, even I can't grasp his exact whereabouts, but it must be in the territory of Panguo, I have already sent the elite in the mountain city to find him, the master doesn't have to worry, he will be back soon." ”

The old man with the negative sword nodded, and an unusually complicated look rose in his eyes.

This is complicated, even Leng Qianqiu can't see through it, illusory, ethereal, and deeply regretful.

......

The mountains are green, and the remnant sun is like blood.

This is the north of the country, a treacherous place where bandits are rampant, called Wanluo Mountain, and the mountain lives on a force called Ghost Willow Cave, and most of the people in the power of Ghost Willow Cave are murderers who do all kinds of evil, and they don't know how many people's blood is stained on their hands. But because of the dangerous terrain of Wanluo Mountain, and the fact that there are more powerful backers behind this force, for many years, although they have done countless evil things, no one can help them.

Today, in the ghost willow cave, corpses are lying on the ground, and blood is flowing like a river.

On the top of the mountain, there was no human voice, the silence was like death, and even the birds and beasts were horrified by this person's killing methods, and they stopped chirping in horror.

The one who brought about the death and made them shed dirty blood was a tall and majestic man, who wore a bamboo hat on his head, his appearance could not be seen clearly, he was wearing a snow-white samurai uniform, a long sword in one hand on the ground, and a wine jug in the other.

"Who is Your Excellency? Who dares to slaughter our Ghost Willow Cave, do you know the relationship between our Ghost Willow Cave and the Hatred Demon Palace?"

High on the top of the mountain, the two face off!

The loud shouts came from the bloodied monk in it.

On this person's body, there is a lot of blood, dense, and blood seems to shoot out of every inch of skin, even on the face, so he can't see his face very clearly, only vaguely showing that he is a middle-aged man with a fleshy face.

Despite this, this person did not die, it seems that it should be a sword wound, and only the most brilliant kendo master can do this.

"My name is Fang Junmei!"

The voice was magnetic and beautiful, low and calm, and the man in white took off the bamboo hat above his head and threw it away, and the bamboo hat crossed a wonderful arc and fell into the grass.

The man in white showed his true face, a young man of twenty-three or fourteen years old, with fair skin, handsome appearance, and clear contours, especially the two eyebrows, which were extraordinarily thick and black, and as long as a sword, as if the two strokes drawn by ink, so that he could see the pole, with long black hair, tied in a heroic bun at random, most of which were scattered behind him, slightly messy, fluttering in the wind.

There was an unusually hearty smile on the corner of the man's mouth, revealing two rows of neat snow-white teeth, an indescribable sunshine on his face, and two jet-black pupils flashing with a bright look like stars, which made people feel good.

"You are—Fang Junmei from Jianbei Mountain City?"

The blood-clothed man said in disbelief. This name is too famous, too sensational, in his early twenties, he became a martial arts master in the innate realm, and there are few in the history of the entire Panguo, Fang Junmei is one of them, and this person is also known as the top genius in the way of the sword.

"I am Fang Junmei. ”

The man in white nodded again, his smile still the same, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"We are both in the same vein of the underworld, our Ghost Willow Cave has no grievances and no enmity with your Jianbei Mountain City, and the Hate Demon Palace respects your Jianbei Mountain City, why did you come to pick our Ghost Willow Cave?"

When Fang Junmei heard this, the corners of his mouth hooked a larger arc, grinned, and said with the sunshine: "Who said that people in the underworld can't be chivalrous and righteous?"

Sou!

Fang Jun drew his sword a little, and a cyan sword light broke out from the sword body and shot straight into the opponent's throat, his movements were light and agile, and he was natural, without a trace of muddy water.

Bang!

Blood splattered, and the man in blood fell to the ground with a bang.

Fang Junmei glanced slightly, his smile gradually retracted, his face became cold, and after taking a long sip of wine, he threw away the empty wine bag and spilled it away.

The sun fell on him, as if it only fell on his body, shining his figure.

Angry horses in white, fighting the sword world, not asking about the future, not stained with red dust!

This is the young years that belong to Fang Junmei's flying and stirring.