Jiuhua Mountain is in the Sword Valley

"Guest, guest, wake up. In a wine shop, the second shopkeeper gently shook the sleeping young man lying on the wine table.

At this time, the young man lying on the table was dressed in a white power suit, his facial features were upright and angular, his black hair was tied up high, and his sword eyebrows flew obliquely into his sideburns, but as if he had been asleep for a long time, he held his forehead and stood up staggeringly.

Feng Qingyang slowly opened his eyes, his vision was blurry, but he could also vaguely see the unfamiliar environment around him, the wooden tables and wooden benches around him were placed in an orderly manner, which was quite antique. The open store is surrounded by mountains, and the small bridge between the mountains and the flowing water houses houses houses in the mountains, and this wine shop stands next to the stream, which is really a superb view that is rarely seen in the world.

Feng Qingyang turned his head to look at the man in ancient costume who woke him up beside him, and he was puzzled, "I talked with the swordsmanship master Zhang Qiubai last night after he fought with him, I don't know what kind of wine it is, how can I be unconscious after drinking a few bottles, it's really weird, where is this place, look at this environment, this is not the mansion of Grandmaster Qiubai, this person in front of him is dressed strangely, like the inn junior who I once saw on TV, is it the scene of filming a costume drama here?"

Feng Qingyang, as the youngest kendo wizard in China for thousands of years, takes his name from the famous sword saint written by the famous martial arts novel master of Huaxia. "It can be seen that his natural resources, Feng Qingyang was only twenty years old and cultivated the sword to the sword soul of the sword saint realm, the sword sect came out for decades, and the sword saint is rare to see for hundreds of years, last night and Zhang Qiubai, the head of the four major sword sects in China, discussed the sword, Feng Qingyang defeated Zhang Qiubai, who had been immersed in kendo for decades, by virtue of the double ten age, and was respected as a generation of sword saints, the two met like confidants, only to drink excessively, and did not use their skills to deliberately suppress the strength of the wine, unconscious and woke up only to find that they were in a different place.

"Ouch, guest officer, you finally woke up, I'm really about to die, you say, I just let you drink less spirits, although this store is small, but the wine is a must, the strong people in the condensation realm have to get drunk when they drink, how do you feel now, why don't you go and pour you some tea, wake up?" The shopkeeper looked at Feng Qingyang in a sneer, and was afraid for a while, Feng Qingyang's cold and arrogant eyes seemed to have no focus, and his dark eyes were full of calm. The handsome had to make people secretly amazed, but a cold aura around him made Xiao Er's heart awe-inspiring, and he felt that he was not facing a teenager, but a sharp sword.

"Where is this place and why am I here? Feng Qingyang looked around again, and saw that the shopkeeper's face was not right, so he immediately restrained his own breath, and did not find modern cameras and other equipment, so he ruled out the idea that this was a filming scene.

"This guest officer, this is the boundary of Jiuhua Mountain Tibetan Sword Valley, you came to the small shop early this morning and ordered the eight altars of daughter red booze, the small one has been open for so many years, and it is the first time to see someone who can drink like you, as for how you got here, the small one is not clear. As he spoke, the shopkeeper looked at the young man in front of him, afraid that he would offend the other party with his words.

"Jiuhua Mountain, Tibetan Sword Valley, but in Anhui?" Feng Qingyang had heard of Jiuhua Mountain in Qingyang, Anhui, but he didn't know if it was the same boundary, so he asked.

"Guest officer, my little ancestors have lived here for almost a hundred years, and I have never heard of Anhui. After speaking, the shopkeeper paused, and then said: "Xu is a small one who has lived in the deep valley for a long time, and the small one has never been out of Jiuhua since the first year of Tiansheng, and the land of Anhui may be the name of a foreign country." ”

"You just said the first year of the Heavenly Sage, so what year is this year?" Feng Qingyang heard the shop Xiaoer talk about the first year of the Heavenly Sage, and he had a plan in his heart, during the Heavenly Sage year, the first year name since Zhao Zhen of the Northern Song Dynasty Song Renzong ascended the throne was the Heavenly Sage, could it be that this is the Song Dynasty?

"Returning to the guest official, this year is March of the tenth year of Tiansheng. The shopkeeper looked at Feng Qingyang suspiciously, and thought to himself, could it be that this guest officer drank his brain stupidly?

Sure enough, after getting a definite answer, Feng Qingyang determined that he had come to the period of Song Renzong in the Northern Song Dynasty, and he felt a chill in his heart, why did he come here, and when he was thinking about it, Feng Qingyang suddenly felt a splitting headache, and hugged his head and cried out in pain.

This sudden change startled the shopkeeper: "Guest officer, guest officer, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me." ”

"I'm fine. "After a headache, I recovered, and some memory fragments appeared in my brain.

"It's okay, it's okay, guest officer, don't drink so much liquor next time!" After speaking, the shopkeeper returned to the tent, took a bag and walked over, and said: "Guest officer, this is your luggage, after seeing you drunk, I was worried that you would be stolen by gangsters, so I put away your luggage, and I didn't touch any of the things inside." ”

Feng Qingyang took the burden, looked through it a few times at random, and found that the items inside were organized in an orderly manner, and there were a lot of silver taels, so it seemed that the shopkeeper did not lie, so he said: "You have a heart." Did I pay my bill last night?"

"Paid, paid!" replied with a smile.

Then I left. Saying that, Feng Qingyang walked out of the wine shop, and halfway through, he suddenly turned his head and asked, "How to go out of the valley?"

"Guest, after crossing the bridge, go straight for two miles, and then go east, and you will be the road out of the valley. ”

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After saying goodbye to the shop, he walked in the direction of the wooden bridge, near the bridge, but found that there was a beautiful woman in blue clothes sitting in the pavilion next to the wooden bridge, this woman gave him a sense of déjà vu, only to see two maids standing behind the woman, serving left and right. Although the body possessed after coming to the Song Dynasty had no power, Feng Qingyang could still sense that this stunning woman was a master by virtue of his previous experience and this woman's restrained aura.

Although the woman is stunning, the wind is clear and the wind is a generation of sword saints, and her state of mind has been cultivated to the realm where her heart is like stopping water, she just glanced at it, did not stop at all, and continued to move forward.

"This son, can you go to the pavilion to talk about it?" This voice contains internal force, clear as a yellow warbler out of the valley, like a spring breeze.

Feng Qingyang turned his head to look at the stunning woman in the pavilion, and found that the woman was looking at him without hesitation, and said, "The girl is calling me?"

"Exactly. My son and I hit it off at first sight, and I asked Childe to give me a thin layer of noodles, okay?"

"Of course the girl's face has to be given, otherwise it will look like I'm stingy. With that, the wind cleared and walked to the pavilion and sat down.

Feng Qingyang sat opposite the woman, so that he could face it, only to see that this woman's facial features were so exquisite that they were carefully carved by hand, with willow eyebrows and a nose, a red cherry mouth, and long hair reaching the waist.

"I don't know what the girl called me to come to, I don't know the girl, and I asked the girl to make it clear. "The wind is clear, warm and magnetic, and the voice is exhaled, strong and powerful, and the bearing is extraordinary. There was a slight impatience between the words.

Yuexin was not annoyed when she saw this, and smiled slightly: "I saw that the son had an extraordinary bearing, and he was very similar to one of my old people, so I called the son." The little woman's name is Yuexin, but I don't know the son's surname?"

"In the wind is clear, the farmers in the mountains and fields, what a lot of worry. The wind was clear and there was a hint of understatement on his face.

"Childe laughed, I wonder if Childe can answer the little girl's two questions?" Yuexin took a sip of tea and looked straight into the wind's clear eyes.

"Girl, please say, since the girl and I have seen each other at first sight, I should know everything in my decision. Feng Qingyang's interest also came, he used to have two hobbies, one is the sword, the other is to study history, the ancients said: "Take history as a mirror, you can know the rise and fall." He is very interested in all kinds of swordsmanship recorded in historical materials, and whether swordsmanship changes with the times is as great as the difference in martial arts novels. When he first entered the Song Dynasty, he was very interested, so he wanted to see what kind of master of the Northern Song Dynasty called Mingyuexin was.

"Childe, please listen, the first question, where are you from, and where are you going?"

"Where the sword goes, it is unstoppable. Why do you need to ask how to come and go?" A trace of nostalgia flashed in Feng Qingyang's eyes, this question seems familiar. Twelve years ago, when he was eight years old, his master asked him the same question, and he answered it the same way.

"Then the second question, where are the rivers and lakes?" Hearing Feng Qingyang's answer, Yuexin's heart flashed a little moved, but she immediately packed up her mentality, and then said the second question.

After Feng Qingyang heard this question, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he stood up, step by step, and walked towards the bridge without looking back.

I saw the maid standing behind Yuexin in the pavilion and said: "This person is so rude, the girl is still asking him questions, but he left on his own!"

Yuexin looked at the back of Feng Qingyang leaving, and said stupidly: "No, he has already answered." ”

"What does the girl mean? The slave doesn't understand. The servant girl tilted her head and thought back, she didn't hear what Fang Cai said when she left, and wondered.

He said with his actions, he said, the road he has walked is the rivers and lakes. It's a good wind, a good river and lake road. He reminds me of a man. Yuexin's eyes were still looking at the direction of Feng Qingyang's departure.

"Is it the old man just mentioned, who is it? The maidservant wondered what it was that could make this girl remember it vividly.

"The Man of the Scroll. The top of Taibai - Dugu Feiyun!"