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One by one, cold winds howled in the mountain streams. In the cave, in front of a corpse that had long been air-dried, a bronze iron sword was deeply inserted into the rock, and this bronze sword was carved with nine dragon patterns.

Although it has been waiting here quietly for a thousand years, there is still a cold light shining on the blade, and the light is as bright as new, except for a "small crack" on the blade.

Suddenly, a phantom light reflected from the sword body, turning into a wisp of white smoke and drifting into the cave.

More and more white smoke fills the cave, slowly gathering and condensing.

Suddenly, all the white smoke disappeared, and the bronze sword in the cave was gone, only the dried corpse and the young man standing in front of him - a blue robe, with fair skin, except for "a faint scar" on the side of his neck.

The young man looked at the words on the stone wall, and didn't say a word, just thought quietly.

The demon rebelled and was buried here;

Personnel are not exhausted, and the destiny is not grasped;

Failed to save the misfortune of the people.

If there is an opportunity, there should be descendants;

Hold my sword, fulfill my last wish.

After looking at it for a long time, the young man stretched out his index finger, used his internal force, and wrote on the stone wall one by one:

"If you have to cultivate in public service, you must 'follow the discipline'. ”

A hundred years is just a snap of a finger.

It was still a sunny noon, the sky was high, the clouds were light, and the wind was clear.

The two of them stood on the top of the mountain, staring at the green trails of the mountains in the distance.

The two of them held hands and knelt on the top of the mountain together.

"I'm Song Yuan"

"I 'follow the training'" (Song Yuan, according to the training, see Chapter 1 of Volume I)

"Today, we are brothers with different surnames, sharing blessings and misfortunes, and we will not change in this life. ”

After the two of them took an oath, they stood up.

The older man patted his brother on the shoulder and said, "Thank you, good brother, for discovering the secret of this black scripture." From then on, no matter how big the rivers and lakes are, we can go. ”

Yi Xun smiled faintly and touched the scar on his neck: "What are the plans of the eldest brother?"

Song Yuan smiled faintly: "With this miraculous skill, I can finally make a name for myself in the rivers and lakes, I want to open a sect and carry forward this kung fu." He pointed to the mountain behind him: "The mountain gate is here, okay?"

Yi Xun seemed to be a little surprised when he heard that he was going to start a sect: "Hmm! Then do you want to hand over all the martial arts in the Sword Sutra to your disciples?"

"That's not necessary, only teach sword moves, and only give the internal strength to the disciples. ”

Yi Xunyan's face returned to normal when he heard this: "That's fine." I will help you with all my might!"

Ten years later, it was still a sunny noon, the sky was high, the clouds were light, and the wind was clear.

Among the towering greenery, a six-story cinnabar tower is dazzling.

In the main hall in front of the pagoda, according to Xun, he sat cross-legged behind Song Yuan and entered his body for his true qi.

After a short week, Song Yuan exhaled two mouthfuls of white gas and slowly opened his eyes.

"Thank you, brother, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to break through this 'second realm'. ”

Yi Xun wiped the sweat from his forehead: "This is what I should do." Why do you brothers say this? I know that I can't cultivate to the second realm, so I can only help you with all my might, so that the sect can be carried forward. After he finished speaking, he looked at Song Yuan in a good mood, and immediately said:

"By the way, I was thinking, since you've reached a new level. Shouldn't we go to the cave and pay homage to that senior? It was not in vain that we learned his kung fu. ”

"It's fine. In any case, he can be regarded as our master, and his martial arts have achieved a small amount, so he should be sacrificed. ”

Hearing this, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, but he suddenly heard a voice on the roof: "It's stupid, it's stupid." He's going to send you to death. ”

Song Yuan shouted: "Who!"

The voice on the roof was even harsher: "It's good that I arrived one step earlier, otherwise it would have caused a catastrophe, and it would have ended here!"

As soon as the words stopped, Song Yuan suddenly heard the sound of a bell. The voice was so strong and powerful that every sound seemed to shake the soul away.

Yi Xun saw that Song Yuan's face was extremely ugly, and shouted at the roof: "Who are you, don't meddle in your affairs." ”

The man did not answer the question, but dissuaded: "You were born from the aura of heaven and earth, and you are a spirit race, so why bother with the affairs of other races." ”

Yi Xun still shouted angrily: "Who are you!"

A shameful laugh came from the roof: "I am the 'human Luojing garrison'." Now that you have met, please bring a message to the one in the cave: 'All his plans are wishful thinking. Don't waste your efforts, and save innocent lives. ”

Song Yuan listened to this voice, struggled twice, and then fell to the ground, without any wounds on his body, just like that...... He's dead.

It's been fifty years in a flash, and it's been in the mountain gate of the Yangyue Sect on the top of the mountain.

It was still such a sunny noon, the sky was high, the clouds were light, and the wind was clear.

A voice runs through the real mountain forest, wild and excited.

"Ahh I got it!"

A man strode out of the room in a hurry: "I know! I know!"

"Why can't we make a name for ourselves no matter how much we practice?"

"I know!

The man held a page of the black martial arts scripture in one hand and a stack of loose manuscripts in the other.

"Come and see, everybody. Just in the morning, when I was injecting my true qi into that martial scripture, I saw it! It turned out that the Yang Moon Sword Technique had a mental method!

The person who spoke was the eldest disciple of the three generations of the head of the Yangyue Sect.

He ran out of the chamber with the sword warp, and when he saw his wife, who was still holding her son, he shouted to her: "Quick, go to the master!

Three days later, the head of the sect gathered all the apprentices and revealed the mental method on the Black Martial Scripture.

Just one hour after the announcement, a voice came from the top of the Waterfall Meteor Tower: "Hey, even if you don't cultivate to the second realm, the content of this martial scripture will definitely not be able to be spread. I'm sorry, guys. ”

The sound of bells made it feel like the sky was hanging upside down and everything was distorted. Everyone scattered and fled for their lives in the madness.

The eldest disciple also felt extremely uncomfortable, and suddenly felt that the black martial scripture in his hand seemed to have a sense, so he put his true qi into the martial scripture again, and pulled it out again, forming a cycle, and the uncomfortable feeling weakened slightly.

This moment of sobriety gave him the opportunity to pick up the baby in his wife's arms and quickly escape into the secret room of the Waterfall Meteor Tower.

Ten years later.

It was still such a sunny noon, the sky was high, the clouds were light, and the wind was clear.

A middle-aged man was teaching a young man swordsmanship in the courtyard, and this middle-aged man had only three fingers on his left and right hands, and he struggled to turn through a yellowed book, the first page of which was pure black.

(See Chapter 4 of Volume 1 for Juveniles)

"Tianen, this trick 'One Day Star Dou' is not practiced like this, you come over and take a good look. ”

Tianen threw away the wooden sword angrily, with an angry face: "This sword move is bland, not good at all. I don't practice anymore, you teach me your inner boxing technique. ”

(Grace of God, see Book I, Chapter 5)

The middle-aged man stepped forward and handed the sword scripture to Tianen: "You practice hard, your ancestors relied on this martial art to dominate the rivers and lakes in the past, and it must have a mystery." I'll teach you in the evening. ”

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he got up and walked to the wooden house: "You take a good look again, I'll cook for you." ”

Tianen only glanced at the sword technique, and then threw it out: "What is the broken scripture, I don't want to learn it." ”

"Such a good martial arts, why don't you learn it?"

Heavenly grace followed the prestige, but the sword scripture just now smashed into a young man leaning against the gate of the garden.

He just wanted to say sorry, but suddenly reacted: "Ah, who are you?"

The young man picked up the sword sutra that hit his chest, lifted his collar to cover a faint scar on his neck, and said to Tianen: "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is whether this sword sutra is a peerless martial art." ”

"Do you know this broken book?"

The young man smiled wryly: "When you can see the sun and the moon at the same time in the sky, pour true qi into the scriptures, and you will understand." He paused, his face became very serious, and he pointed to the wooden house and said, "Assure me, you can't tell anyone about this matter, including him." ”

"Why?" asked Grace aloud.

Before the young man could reply, a voice came from the room: "Grace, are you calling me?"

As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged man opened the door and walked out.

Tianen was stunned for a moment, and was about to cover up for the person at the door, but when he turned around, he saw that the door was empty.

He held the yellowed sword scripture in his hand.

Time is like sand between your fingers, the tighter you grasp it, the faster it flows.

In a flash, it was twenty years of hard training.

It was still such a sunny noon, the sky was high, the clouds were light, and the wind was clear.

Heavenly Grace summoned the three descendants to the main hall. Behind the main hall is a brightly colored six-story cinnabar pagoda.

"Now, the reconstruction of the Yangyue Sect has been basically completed, and I will pass on the mental method of one person and one vein sword technique to you today, hoping that you can break through the first realm as soon as possible. If any of you can break through, I will give him the original sword scripture. ”

"First realm?" the three disciples asked in unison.

(Duan Fei, Wei Zisong, Second Senior Brother, see Chapter 1 of Volume 1)

Tianen pointed to the table next to him: "I've written it on paper, you can read it here, memorize it well, and burn it when you're done." After he finished speaking, he turned around and stared at the wall, leaving only his back to the three apprentices:

"Get out. These days I have to retreat and cultivate, maybe in a few days, I will be able to break through to the second realm as I wish. ”

Hearing this, the three of them exited the room.

Five days later, Tian En died violently in his room.

Time never stops.

It was still a sunny day, the sky was high, the clouds were light, and the wind was clear.

The young man has matured a little, but the scar on his neck has not shallow at all.

Today, he stood in this hole again, and in front of him was still the dried corpse:

"If you can feel with me, he must have broken through the first realm. It was a surprise to find him this time. What are you going to do with him?"

The black shadow swayed in the air, and the soft young voice said lightly: "Don't worry about him, let him practice by himself." The first two times he had just gotten a suitable 'reincarnated body' was destroyed by the 'Ren Luojing Garrison', this time we will intervene less and let him practice by himself, if he can reach the second realm, we will try to go back. ”

The spirit sword responded, and the black shadow said again: "This can only be the back hand, and our key is still on that person." How's it going, is it going well this time?"

"The man seemed to be encountering some resistance, and I was afraid that something would happen, so I gave him the second page in advance. ”

"Oh" the black shadow paused: "It's okay, if you practice the two doors together, you can break through the second realm faster." It's just that in this way, we don't have anything else to contain him, have you found any other martial arts?"

"No clue. Spirit Sword shrugged his shoulders: "But I thought of another way. ”

"Tell me about it. The voice of the shadow was always soft.

Ling Jiansheng took a step forward slightly: "We are looking for the demon clan, but we are also worried that the garrison will be destroyed from it. They can go in and out of ordinary places to kill people, so why don't we find someone who won't be garrisoned to cultivate. ”

The black shadow was silent for a while, and suddenly raised his head: "You mean, the main master in the palace?"

"That's right. ”

"But that's easier said than done!"

The corners of Ling Jiansheng's mouth curled: "Now this one is naturally not good. But we can go to the next one. ”

"Next?"

Ling Jiansheng stared at the black shadow, shook his eyebrows, and seemed to point slightly: "In any dynasty, there are always many people who want to usurp the throne. ”

The black shadow also smiled: "I see what you mean, that's not bad." You can do it. ”

Spirit Sword snorted and was about to leave.

But I heard the black shadow say again: "I always think that the one who occupies the mountain is a smart person, maybe he will investigate." Let's figure it out. ”

"Don't worry, I've already done it!"

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A chapter is finished. Indescribably comfortable.

Digging holes from the first chapter, digging all the way, and today I finally put the first batch together.

Comfortable! Comfortable! "The Three Phases Sutra" takes off from here!