Duan Yu was eating cooked beef and drinking Huadiao wine, while listening to the white-haired storyteller with great interest: "The last book said that Huo Feiteng, the eagle outside the Guan, was looking for an ancient sword in the desert, and after a lot of hardships, he finally found a cadre and Mo Ye.

Today, when Huo Feiteng was about to take the sword, a Dongying warrior appeared, this person can speak Chinese, he said that this kind of sword, those who see it have a share, and those who can live in it. But how could our Guanwai Condor Huo Feiteng agree, he said righteously and strictly, this is a famous sword in ancient China, how could it fall into the hands of Yi Di?

Then they came to a decisive battle, and the winner got the commander and Mo Xie.

Originally, Huo Feiteng's swordsmanship was superb and his internal skills were also good, but the hateful thing was that the Dongying martial artist was good at using treacherous tricks, and after three hundred rounds of fierce fighting, he actually assassinated Huo Feiteng. Since then, Huo Feiteng, the eagle outside the Guanwai Gates, has died, and the cadres and the Mo Evil Ancient Sword have also fallen into the hands of the Dongying people. ”

Duan Yu felt that this story was not very true, but a man next to him stood up and asked, "Old man, are you telling the truth?"

"Of course it's true, there were still a few martial artists outside the gate who saw this battle from afar. If it is close, it will definitely be killed by the murderous warriors of Dongying. Wait for the Dongying warrior to leave with the ancient sword. The people watching the battle went over to rescue Huo Feiteng, but he was already on the verge of dying. The old storyteller shook his head and said, knocking on the sandalwood board from time to time.

Duan Yu said with a smile: "So what last words did this Guanwai Condor Hero leave behind?"

But in his heart, he said, "Look at how you old man makes it up, I don't believe it." ”

The storyteller didn't hesitate, and said with a smile: "Young man, you asked this question very well! I was going to say the same thing." At that time, Huo Feiteng said to a few martial artists around him: My breath is about to be broken, you should return to the Central Plains Martial Arts, and inform all the heroes of the ancient sword generals, Mo Xie, and the fall into the hands of the Dongying martial artist Kurokawa Saburo, and you must recapture my ancient Chinese sword.

I also have a son, who lives in Huashan with Humble Jing, and I ask you to take care of him and train my son to become a talent.

Then Huo Feiteng died. ”

Then the storyteller stared at Duan Yu and said with a smile: "This young man is so handsome and extraordinary, and his aura is magnificent, if you are willing to reward the little old man with a glass of water and wine, then he can also answer you three questions." ”

Duan Yu nodded and said, "If you want to drink, don't say anything about rewarding or not." ”

The old storyteller was an old drunkard, and he hurriedly said to the others: "I know what will happen next, and listen to the next breakdown." ”

Then he put away the sandalwood board and hurried to Duan Yu's table.

Duan Yu smiled leisurely, and poured a bowl of wine for the old man when he lifted the wine jar.

The old man took the wine bowl, drank it with a grunt, and then added the cooked beef and ate it.

Presumably, this storyteller was also a good man when he was young, and he had the style of eating meat in large pieces and drinking wine in large bowls.

After drinking this bowl of wine, the old man was a little relieved, and said: "Young man, you can ask three questions, and the little old man must know everything and say everything." ”

Duan Yu was drinking and thinking about it, he was just a little curious about this matter, seeing that the old man was talking about it, he estimated that this matter might have happened.

After a while, Duan Yu asked, "First question, when did the decisive battle between Huo Feiteng, the Divine Eagle outside the Guan, and Kurokawa Saburo take place?"

"Twenty-one years ago. The storyteller said without thinking.

"Second question, what was Huo Feiteng's cultivation before he died?" Duan Yu asked.

The storyteller took a deep look at Duan Yu, and found that he couldn't see through the strength of this young man, and he didn't dare to ask anything, so he replied honestly: "Congenital Shidan, this realm is enough to be regarded as a rare master in the rivers and lakes." ”

Duan Yu nodded with a faint smile, and then asked the third question: "Then did someone go to seize the ancient sword later?"

"Hey, everyone is busy with their own affairs, how can they have the spare time to go to Fusang on the East Island? besides, there will be a lot of danger if you go, so the only thing you can do is to train the son of Huo Feiteng, the god eagle outside the Guanwai, to become a talent. When Huo Feiteng was dying, his son was two years old, and now twenty-one years later, this kid has grown into a heroic young man. The storyteller said.

Duan Yu drank another bowl of wine and frowned, "I haven't heard of such a young hero in the rivers and lakes. ”

"In today's martial arts, the most famous of the younger generation are Nan Murong and North Qiao Feng. Then there was a recent incident of destroying the village in Juxian Village, Qiao Feng and Duan Yu fought three hundred heroes, and Duan Yu was also a rising star. In addition, Huo Baoyu can also be praised, he is the son of Huo Feiteng, the Guanwai Divine Eagle, and now he is already a cultivator of the Innate Void Pill realm, which is rare among the younger generation. The old man said.

Then after chatting for a while, Duan Yu was full of wine and food, and he settled the account and left, and he continued to ride his horse north.

I saw a list posted on the big tree next to the official road, which means to say: "Recently, there is a white-robed swordsman who has challenged various sects and factions everywhere, and has won thirty-five consecutive victories, and all those who are defeated by his men have lost their lives." This person is cruel and ruthless, and every time he makes an appointment to fight, he must choose to be in the barren mountains and mountains, so that no one can watch the battle. Judging from the corpses of those losers, their expressions were extremely frightened, and the sword marks on their bodies were messy, which showed the cruelty of the white-robed swordsman. This list summoned the world's masters, and half a month later, in Mount Tai, the head of the five mountains, held a meeting of Mount Tai heroes to discuss how to deal with the white-robed swordsman. ”

Duan Yu is well versed in human feelings, and of course he understands that in order to maintain the dignity of his own sect, the heads of various sects still have to go to the decisive battle even if they know that they are invincible to the white-robed sword.

If any of the leaders flee in fear, they will definitely make the reputation of the sect collapse, and they will always be ridiculed by their fellow martial artists.

The heroes of the rivers and lakes take their reputation very seriously, their heads can be broken, and their blood can be shed, but their reputation cannot be laughed at.

They would rather die than be reviled after death.

"If I am the head of a small sect and my strength is not high, I will naturally have self-knowledge and will not go to battle. Don't be a fool of yourself!" Duan Yu sneered in his heart.

He will not be burdened by fame and fortune, even if it is the future Dali throne, he does not value it much.

Just imagine, like his uncle Emperor Baoding, he reviewed the chapters all day long, and cared about the people's welfare, wouldn't he have no freedom?

"My goal is to pursue the pinnacle of martial arts, and in the process, maintain a chic and free mentality. Let's go and look for the traces of this mysterious white-robed swordsman, I may not be able to defeat him. Duan Yu said in his heart.

The plan had been decided, and Duan Yu saw a few martial arts people nearby, so he went to ask the white-robed swordsman where he had been haunting recently and the sect he was challenging.

I learned that the white-robed swordsman challenged the Shaanxi Iron Fist Gate the day before yesterday, killed the master Tie Yunlong, and threatened to challenge Huang Feiyang, the head of Huashan, tomorrow.

Huashan is not far from here, Duan Yu can catch up, so he immediately rushes to Huashan.