The imperial capital fell with snow, which seemed to be to put on a blanket for this majestic city. Soon, the people of the city were all gone.

But none of this had anything to do with the young man, he had already set off to the east, leaving the imperial city, leaving the imperial capital, passing through Zhili Prefecture, going to sea from Bohai Mansion, and crossing the East China Sea.

As he traveled, time also passed quickly, and when he came to Wei, it was already the first year of Great Qi Jianing.

Wei as a lonely overseas "enclave", the Central Plains Dynasty is difficult to achieve 100% control, has experienced several masters, the earliest master is the Wei State Zhang, headed by the Zhang family, and Ye, Gongsun, Shangguan, Murong four families co-governance, but with the establishment of the Great Qi State, the master of the Wei State has become the half-brother of the Great Qi Taizu Emperor Xiao Jin, that is, the later famous King of Wei.

However, many years have passed, whether it is the King of Wei or the five great families, they have all become a thing of the past. Today's Wei State is still nominally controlled by the imperial court, with three divisions and yamen, and there are palm seal officials in charge, but the whole Wei State knows it, even if it is a full court of ministers who are thousands of miles away, they all know that what can really decide the situation in Wei now still depends on the three major families.

What are the three great families? Zhang, Li, Qin.

The relationship between the three is intricate, and there is no lack of internal fighting, and if there is an external enemy, it will be unanimous to the outside world.

However, there is a strong and weak master and slave in everything, and among the three families today, headed by the Li family, just because the ancestor of the Li family is extremely strong in cultivation, in the prime of life, one person and one sword are rampant in the world, and no one resists. When he reached the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, his sword cultivation became more and more flawless, and he went to build it far away, climbed the Qinghe Palace of Dabai Mountain, challenged the leader of the Xuanjiao Sect, and returned with a great victory, truly casting his reputation as the first person in the world. And then in the year of Jiazi, the sixtieth birthday, the world's heroes came to congratulate, its prestige reached its peak, on the birthday banquet, some people praised him as a sword immortal, but he bluntly said, "I am not an immortal, but a god." Since then, the name of the sword god has spread all over the world.

When the young man came to the Li family's mansion, he happened to see the Li Jianshen.

At this time, this sword god has lived for many years, but in terms of appearance, he probably only knows the age of the mandate of heaven, and his temperament is old-fashioned, and he is not angry but mighty.

In addition to the old man, there was also a child who was about a teenager, holding a long sword in his hand, standing in front of the old man, respectfully listening to the teachings.

The old man sat on a red sandalwood circle chair, pressed his knees with both hands, supported his entire upper body, and asked in a deep voice, "What are you holding in your hands?"

The young man replied respectfully, "It's a sword." ”

"What is a sword?" asked the old man again.

The young man was stunned, and subconsciously looked down at the three feet in his hand, not knowing how to answer.

The old man raised his voice sharply, "The sword is a murder weapon. ”

The boy was startled, but he still held the sword tightly in his hand.

"I'll ask you again. The old man stared at the young man in front of him, "What is the murder weapon?"

The young man replied tremblingly, "The murder weapon is the murder weapon." ”

The old man was quite satisfied with the young man's answer, slowed down his tone slightly, and said: "The sword is a murder weapon, a weapon of killing, then swordsmanship is the art of killing, and kendo is the way of killing." ”

While speaking, the old man got up from his chair and stretched out one hand, his fingers outstretched, palm facing down.

A giant sword slowly emerged.

The old man didn't immediately hold this world-famous Frost Sky Dawn Horn, but it was just a sword in the world, and the sword intent and sword qi contained in it was already shooting bullfighting straight into the nine skies.

The sword qi was agitated, and the wind and clouds changed, so that a huge whirlpool appeared in the sky, as if it was the eyes of the legendary extraterritorial heavenly demons, looking down on the world through the heavy canopy.

The old man stood with his hands in his hands, the giant sword trembled slightly, and wisps of crimson sword qi continued to seep out from the sword body of the giant sword, reflecting the old man, the young man, and even the entire courtyard into blood red.

At this moment, the entire Li family held their breath, everyone knew that this was the ancestor who had made a sword, and at the same time, there was an indescribable sense of pride in the hearts of everyone in the Li family.

This is the Li family's Optimus Pillar, this is the sword god of the world.

Fortunately, the old man just summoned his sword to let the young man feel the sword intent, not to shoot the sword against anyone, so soon, this sky-high sword intent disappeared, and the entire Li family returned to calm.

The young man who had just seen this scene widened his eyes, his face was flushed with excitement, and he held the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, as if he held this sword, that is, he held a step to the sky, and one day, he could also be like the old man in front of him, like the ancestors of the past dynasties, one person and one sword, invincible.

It's just that the young man didn't know that a young patriarch was not far behind him, standing with his hands in his hands, quietly watching them.

After a long time, the young man's voice was still trembling and he asked, "Master, can I be like you in the future?"

The old man looked at him, "Don't ask me, ask yourself." ”

The boy lowered his head and muttered, "Ask yourself?"

At this moment, another younger child stumbled into the courtyard, his little face wrinkled, his mouth pursed tightly, obviously frightened by the scene just now, but he did not cry, not even half a drop of tears, and at the same time he carried a long sword higher than him on his shoulder, which seemed a little funny.

The old man turned his head to look at the child, and the majestic expression on his face softened slightly.

The young boy looked at the boy, and then sighed old-fashionedly, "I want to grow up and be as big as my senior brother." ”

The old man smiled and asked, "What will you do when you grow up?"

The child raised his head, looked at the old man, and said word by word: "Master said that the true meaning of the sword lies in killing, but the master once said that the true meaning of the sword lies in saving people, and when I grow up, I want to use the sword in my hand to save the suffering people in the world." ”

When the old man heard this, he was stunned at first, and then laughed out loud, "Save people, just with you, a little guy who can't even hold a sword?"

The child's face was full of seriousness, and he nodded heavily, "Save people!

The old man only thought that he was a child, and he didn't take it seriously, and he didn't take it to heart, so he smiled and didn't speak.

Is the sword really meant to save people?

What a big joke.

The ancestor of these two little guys, that is, the old man's master, has killed most of the world with one person and one sword, and many famous and famous people have died under his sword, and they have made countless enemies, but so what?

How can such a person, such a sword, use a sword to save people?

This sentence is just a joke, at most a scene, and it should not be true.

The old man was about to turn away, when he suddenly seemed to realize something, grabbed the hilt of the giant sword sharply, and turned his head to look.

At this moment, the sword intent that seemed to be substantial was like an autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, sweeping across the entire Li family's mansion.

Nothing, though.

A trace of confusion flashed in the old man's eyes, when today, no one should be able to escape his sword intent, could it be that he felt wrong?

He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and re-gathered all the overflowing and majestic sword intent.

But the old man did not retract his gaze.

And in the direction he had been looking, there stood a young figure covered in frost and snow.

He could see the old man, but the old man couldn't see him.

At the same time that the old man looked at him, he also looked at the old man.

At this moment, the master and apprentice looked at each other a hundred years apart.