The day after the four disciples of Nangong Mountain entered the second state of virtual thought, a group of soldiers came down the mountain. They said that it was spring time to prevent mountain fires, and they wanted to conduct a routine inspection. However, they did not go up the mountain. Instead, they were at the foot of the mountain. They set up tents outside the village and started cooking, settled down, and made inquiries about Nangong Mountain, but put it aside for a while.
The people in the village didn't know what the purpose of this group of soldiers was, and of course they didn't dare to provoke them. Although they said they couldn't avoid them, they didn't want to come into contact with them. Some of them had dirty hands and feet and didn't have a good reputation. The common people also behaved themselves one after another.
At this juncture, the White Tiger Gang is naturally very cautious. The current leader of the gang, Lin Yushan, has repeatedly used the excuse of comforting the soldiers to send a lot of wine, meat and food at his own expense. The officers and soldiers knew that even if the White Tiger Gang was managed by Zhao Ziyang and had a good reputation, and there were many gangs in the Yizhang Jianghu, it was hard to say how much punishment they would receive.
The word "gang" is a big deal in the world, but if it is seriously mentioned on the table, it is not within the rules. Even if the Boyu Gang holds the top position in the imperial city and is also a land and water transport gambling house, it cannot be said that any part of the land is owned by the Boyu Gang. Instead, it must find a member of the Boyu Gang to transfer the account. Only if this person's name is mentioned, it is in compliance with the rules and there is no fault in his appearance.
The White Tiger Gang is only a few dozen miles away from the foot of Nangong Mountain and is considered a big gang. However, if you look at the whole area of Yizhang, it is just a drop in the ocean. It belongs to the extreme lower reaches. How can there be such a big gang as the Boyu Gang? Confidence, let alone the fact that this group of soldiers are of high rank but do not know their purpose. Even if he is a minor official whose rank has not passed the ninth rank, Lin Yushan must be polite to others and do his best to be polite.
Small sects and small sects are all like this.
Lin Yushan had seen many soldiers in his early years, but this time when he passed out of the camp, his heart couldn't help but tighten. He didn't care to look towards the camp with his peripheral vision, and walked quickly for several miles. Only then did he dare to relax, and he was already sweating behind his back. Soaked. In the next few days, Lin Yushan never stepped out of the village again, and warned the members of the White Tiger Gang not to have any interaction with the soldiers outside the village. The group of seemingly ordinary soldiers outside were absolutely untouchable.
As for why those soldiers were untouchable, Lin Yushan never mentioned it. Even if the old man in the gang asked, he kept his mouth shut and said nothing.
In addition to the changes at the foot of Nangong Mountain, the Jianwang Mountain far away in Zihao territory was even more shaken.
Rumor has it that Yuan Benmo, who had won the championship in several competitions before, had his arm cut off by a new disciple of the master of the Sword King Temple, and his sword was snatched away by a young man who seemed to have walked out of the barren mountain. Now he quits the school and resolutely goes down the mountain. .
"We are going here together. I won't see you old man for who knows how many years. I have packed up everything in the house. When the new boy moves in, I only have one or two hundred taels of silver left, which I should treat as a parting gift. The man in gray clothes only had one arm left, but his energy remained intact. He hung the package on his arm and smiled at the old steward who cleaned dust all day long. Silver, I have earned a lot of money through training in the mountains over the years, so if I give it to you, old man, my apprenticeship at Sword King Mountain will not be in vain."
But the old steward didn't buy it, and just snorted coldly with the tip of his nose, "Your kid is also like this. Usually he wants to stick his head in a circle and smash it on the ground. Why are you feeling sad now?"
Yuan Benmo disagreed and just smiled softly, "Since you want to be a swordsman, you have to be able to lose. It is normal to lose an arm and lose a sword. In the world of martial arts, who can dare to say that he is undefeated? If there is a master in the world, who dares to say that he is invincible? Coming to the sword, and being defeated by the sword of a boy whose talent is close to that of a demon, it is not unfair at all."
"Let's go down the mountain. We will meet again in the mountains and rivers." Before the old man could say anything, Yuan Benmo in gray waved his left hand and actually started to walk down the mountain.
The old man behind him finally put down the long broom coiled with starch in his hand and asked calmly, "What are your plans after coming down the mountain?"
Yuan Benmo turned around, inevitably a little curious, but he still replied casually: "Maybe it is to open a small martial arts school and teach swordsmanship to those young boys who have not yet set foot in the world. At least they can hold a sword with their left hand; maybe it is I'll look for a city anywhere, use the money I've saved to buy a shop, and I won't go into the world any more."
"Do you, Yuan Benmo, know how to be afraid? It's really rare." The old man showed no mercy at all, "Well, with your current virtues, you still don't have the charm of a proud disciple of Jianwang Mountain. Why don't you go down the mountain as soon as possible, marry an ugly woman, and be This is the right way to pass on your little talent to your future son."
"Old man, I respect your help in cleaning the house for many years, and I don't want to argue with you. Everyone has his own ambitions. If you say something ugly, I won't bother to pay attention." After that, Yuan Benmo turned around and left. As for the sword field The fellow disciples who were practicing swordplay among them turned a blind eye and walked straight past the mountain gate.
But when he passed the mountain gate, Yuan Benmo in gray said to himself: "I lost an arm, but my left hand can still hold a sword to kill people. I am a young man, so I still leave quickly. The swordsmanship I learned from my master is not the best." You can covet it."
There is sword energy in the mountain gate, and it rises from the ground, and the big dragon raises its head.
"What a pity this child is." In the Sword King Temple, the Taoist sighed.
Sword King Mountain only teaches swordsmanship. There is an ancient formation in the mountain, which can suppress the realm and accumulate endless inner energy. As long as you are in the mountain gate, you cannot break through. You can compete and practice swordsmanship, and you can only gather energy at the first level.
Even he never thought that this extremely conceited disciple in his own mountain could actually go from the first realm to the third realm when he stepped out of the Sword King Mountain Gate, and his sword energy came out of his body.
"From my perspective, it's actually not a pity." Someone gently opened the temple door, walked up to the Taoist, and bowed to the ground.
"Why, you old beast, do you really think that a swordsman can still enter the five realms even if he loses one of his arms?" Seeing the old butler entering the door, the Taoist sneered, "I'm afraid that my direct disciple will cut off his arm and take away his sword. The matter has become a knot in the mind, let alone the five realms. Even if he wants to break through the four realms, this inner demon will not be able to retreat even a little. Pindao asserts that in the rest of his life, this Yuan Benmo will at most end up in a high and low level, and he will not be able to practice in the same way. , Most of them will perish if they fail.”
"It's just like you were defeated by my sword back then, and it's just like Wu Shuang who was defeated by Wu Jue and I more than ten years ago."
The butler, who was called the old beast, did not change his expression. He bowed deeply and said slowly, "Master, Yuan Benmo is a good young man. If the master doesn't want to teach him anymore, please let me give him a try. If it doesn't work, then abandon him." It’s never too late.”
In the temple, there were lights on, but after the old man finished speaking, a long spring breeze blew from nowhere and blew out all the thousands of lights.
The Taoist's body was full of energy, his brows were inverted, he stepped out of the temple door, jumped up, and looked to the southwest.
However, the profound sword intention that just flashed away was no longer visible.
The sky is clear.
It took a long time before the Taoist lowered his body, turned around and was about to return to the temple, when he saw very slight damage on the long steps.
The light lichen supports the white jade, which is deep blue and green, and the waist is straight.
The Taoist knelt down in front of all the disciples and looked at it for a long time, his face expressionless.
The white jade platform cracked from the sole of the Taoist's feet, and thousands of threads collapsed in front of the mountain gate.
The King of Swords shook the mountains and the earth.
