In fact, everyone also thought that the young man who was carrying a black sheath sword and wearing a snow-white robe just now was Wu Shuang, and the two people in the pavilion on the side of the mountain - the Taoist was the red-eyed Taoist Jian Xin, and the middle-aged scribe-looking man was also the sword killing Meixin Feng Xueshan. They began to be careless, so-called, careless, and when they found that the young man could cut neatly at the four marble pillars of the pavilion with the sword in his hand, and that by the time they were conscious, he had gone on to step up the stone steps of the mountain as if nothing had happened, and the young man's surprise and unparalleled swordsmanship and his unhurried tactics had already posed a great fear and threat to them.

Therefore, the first difficulty of going to the top of the divine sword, Wu Shuang's performance completely made the two terrifying swordsmen in the past collapse without a fight.

Wu Shuang knew that if he continued to walk up the mountain, he would be greeted by even more unpredictable dangers. However, he still persevered.

When he came to the top of the first mountain, there was a flat and narrow gravel road, but there were still no green meadows and rows of trees as he had imagined, and at most some small flowers of grass hidden in the rocks. It can be seen how strong the will of the small plants that still grow tenaciously in this harsh environment is and how precious their spirit is!

Isn't the will and spirit of the protagonist in the story at this moment also very similar to theirs?

The sky here is very blue, so to speak, very blue, without a hint of variegation, as if it is covered with a sapphire that is endless but bottomless. This kind of spacious, quiet, clear, fresh, deep canopy of heaven enlightens people, broadens people's minds, inspires people to think, purifies people with dirt, makes people clean, makes people detached, and also makes people's hearts closer to the spirituality of the gods.

He had not gone far along the flat but not open rocky road, and he found that there was another mountain range in front of him, and this mountain range was definitely one of the unique strange mountains in the world, and its shape was like a huge shell, but it was not flat in front of him, but it stood in front of Wu Shuang-its opening was facing the blue sky, like a huge shell that had just fallen from the surface of the water to the bottom of the sea, and before it was completely flattened, the magical power made it forever fixed in that state of image.

However, the people who have the infinite wisdom of stacking bridges on the water and opening roads in the mountains have carved a pair of shallow footprints on the smooth walls of the shells through their wise imagination and practical actions, so as long as people carefully step on those footprints, and stick their bodies on it naturally according to the curvature of the shells, and walk forward step by step, they can still cross this shell ridge to see the scenery on the opposite side.

What's more, when Wu Shuang was a child, he followed his master Niu Fen and practiced such arduous swordsmanship for several years on a cliff facing the river in Lujiang, among which dangerous cliffs were full of dangers, so now to cross this shell ridge is as easy and comfortable for him as people drinking egg soup.

However, there was one thing he didn't expect - at this moment, Fu Liqun, who had no way to return from the sword, was drinking and enjoying the scenery at a dangerous position opposite Shell Ridge. This guy is not to be trifled with, and so far no one who has seen his sword unsheathed has returned alive, which is why he has been dutifully named Fu Liqun.

At that time, Wu Shuang stood at the bottom of the Shell Ridge, quietly looking at this strange and abrupt stone mountain for a quarter of an hour, and during this quarter of an hour, his expression was serious, and his body was also still. At that moment, he simply became another stone standing under the Shell Ridge. But in the mind of this stone, the crests are churning and confronting each other - forward or backward?

At such a time, God sweats for him, not to mention us mortals, who can help him!

But, a quarter of an hour later, by his actions, he told the people that this was his decision—he slowly and resolutely raised his black-sheathed sword, his right hand gripped the hilt of the sword all over the ground, with a serious expression, and quietly drew his cold sword. Then, with the scabbard as a handrail, he stuck it in the smooth stone wall, carefully stepped on the smooth footprints carved out of the stone wall, and swung his long sword in his right hand, ready to deal with the strong enemy at any time, and just like that, resolutely, resolutely, without hesitation, step by step, as if walking on thin ice.

One step, two steps...... Nine Steps...... Seventeen steps, suddenly, the person on the other side spoke: "There is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door to hell for you to vote! ”

"My sword doesn't kill stupid pigs and dogs either!" Wu Shuang said and stopped. "What's your name?"

At this moment, they were all standing at the very edge of the Shell Ridge, and the closest distance to each other, so to speak, only the tip of the shell between them. Moreover, the position where they were standing now was already facing each other, and now each of them would collide with each other if they took one more step.

Suddenly, there was a hearty laugh from the other side, an irrepressible laughter when you see something funny, just like an adult who sees a dishonest child who is fighting and fighting in his presence.

"It's kind of interesting," said the other side who suddenly stopped laughing, "Come, take a sip of my good pub first!" As soon as the words fell, I saw a small wine gourd held by a sharp sword suddenly appear on the edge of the wall.

Wu Shuang said, "Very good, I was in a good mood, and some good wine, this is the best thing in the world!" As he spoke, he pierced and picked up the sword in his hand, and in no time, the lanyard on the flask slipped from the blade of the sword and fell onto his blade. After that, he raised the blade of his sword towards the sky, and then slowly tilted it back of his head, so that a pure wine with an infinite fragrance poured into his raised throat.

The other party laughed again, and then he asked, "How is it, my wine is not bad, is it?" This time, his laughter and tone were so proud and excited.

"Good wine, a rare Mobei barley brew. Wu Shuang said and waved the long sword in his hand, still returning the wine jug to the other party the same way, and the man also retrieved his own wine jug in the same way.

At this moment, the other party suddenly spoke again: "How about it, can you tell me your name now?"

"That is, we have already drunk and spoken. Wu Shuang said, "The next thing is to hand over the sword in our hands?"

"That's right. ”

"Very good, that's how happy!" Wu Shuang said, "My name is Wu Shuang." ”

"My name is Fu Liqun," the other party said, "You are the No. 1 fast sword in Jiangnan?"

"Yes. ”

"Not bad. At this time, the other party actually said in a praising tone, "You are quite famous in the rivers and lakes!"

"It's all an unexpected bonus," Mr. Wu said.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I didn't go to those people's troubles for fame or profit!"

"And what are you for?"

"Justice, justice!"