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Han River.
As the largest tributary of the Yangtze River, the water of the Han River is sometimes clear and crystal clear, sometimes turbid and turbulent.
In Su Qinian's memory, during those twenty-seven years of sixteen years ago, the water of the Han River was much smaller than it is now, and the world was countless times larger than it was in memory.
People always have endless curiosity. Now, hundreds of people from the rivers and lakes have gathered on the bank of the Han River. They look at the Han River and at the foot of Zigai Mountain, wanting to admire the style of this generation of descendants of the Tibetan Sword.
Su Qinian is also curious. The "Book of Changes" is the first of all scriptures. It is the "Life-breaking Knife" he is currently carrying, and even the specious first form of the "Subduing Dragon Palm". Its general outline is also an interception of "The Book of Changes". There is a passage about the change of the universe in "Zhouyi". After "Zhouyi", there are three more ancient "Xiantian", "Lianshan" and "Gui Zang" appeared in the world. They are all from an older era than King Wen. As for the creators and performers, There is no way to verify it.
To this day, only the Xizong lineage on Zigai Mountain has mastered the complete "Xiantian Yi", which has been passed down through the generations and seems to be traced back to the ancient tribal era, Fuxi, one of the leaders of the human race.
A generation of Guizang Sword descendants appeared in the world. A dead tree crossed the river and pointed directly at the Zigai Mountain in Zhongxian. Needless to say, this would be a collision between two uncountable things.
""Gui Zangyi", "Xiantian Yi"..."
At the foot of Zigai Mountain, by the Han River, Su Qinian murmured, these two Yishu, he captured the words of people from all over the world, and had some vague understanding. The descendants of the two Yishu competed with each other in almost every generation. There are highs and lows. After several generations and more than ten generations, the two major inheritances compete from the second-rate to the first-rate, and then from the first-rate to the top. Just for the sake of easy calculation, it is a battle of orthodoxy.
now. "Xiantian Yi" also claims to be Fu Xiyi, and "Zhou Yi" was performed by King Wen. Only the two Yi "Gui Zang" and "Lianshan" have no clue and their origins are completely unknown.
"arrive!"
Someone drank. Su Qinian looked up and saw a dead tree on the Han River in the distance, like an arrow, riding the wind and waves, rushing towards him like lightning.
On dead wood. Standing there was a young man in a gray robe who looked a little dull, but from those eyes, Su Qinian seemed to see the ups and downs of everything in the world.
The young man was carrying a four-foot-long red sandalwood box on his back. Dots of gold stars were twinkling in the sun, and there was a dense purple air. Needless to say, the knife box must contain the world-famous Guizang knife.
"A psychic magic weapon, I really want to see it. If I can touch it with my own hands, I will have no regrets in this life."
"A hundred years ago, this Guizang Sword was ranked 100th in the weapon spectrum. A hundred years later, it has been ranked 95th."
"The Guizang Sword, the Xiantian Sword, has won and lost each other in the past dynasties, so it is listed at the 95th place on the weapon list."
Many Jianghu people lament that there are still some psychic magic weapons in the world. However, those that can be listed on the weapon spectrum are rare magical weapons in the world, and their mysteries are beyond ordinary people's understanding.
"I just don't know. Can this generation of descendants of the Guizang Sword and the Xiantian Sword now have the power to control the Divine Sword and the Divine Sword in one strike."
The magic weapon channeling is even half-top, and even some magic soldiers have been channeling for many years, and even ordinary top soul masters can't do anything about it.
Needless to say. A magical weapon that can enter the weapon spectrum, I am afraid that ordinary top soul figures can't do anything about it.
Is this dull young man the descendant of this generation of Guizang Sword?
Many people in the world are a little disappointed, especially some young men and women. They yearn for being outstanding and stunning, but obviously, the successor of the Guizang Sword in front of them does not give them such senses.
The only thing that is gratifying is that he is young. He looks like a young man, but he doesn't know how much skill he has or how many swordsmanship he has. He has gained almost the essence of the Lianjia Guizang Sword.
The dead trees crossed the river and came to rest on the riverside side of Zigai Mountain. The dead trees floated and floated, and the dull young people stood on them, looking up at the top of the mountain.
At this stop, Su Qinian's eyes showed a solemn look, which ordinary people in the world could not detect, but he clearly captured a hidden edge, which belonged to the edge of the sword. Only by understanding the same Only martial arts practitioners who have mastered the edge of the weapon can sense it.
"Little brother, I see you are also practicing swordsmanship, but you must keep a close eye on the descendants of the Guizang Sword. If it weren't for generational competition, how could we have such good fortune?"
This is an old man with gray hair and a face full of wrinkles from the world. He is standing next to Su Qinian, holding an old smoking gun and shaking off the burnt ash inside.
"Look, those are the sects and aristocratic families around Xiangyang City. They sent people to keep an eye on the Guizang Sword since it entered Xiangyang Prefecture. Now they are all here to observe this battle."
The old smoker was talking to himself, regardless of whether Su Qinian was willing to listen or not, but some young people gathered not far away and walked around the world. The older he gets, the more valuable he is. It's not about how high the martial arts is, but about the three religions and nine streams. All the knowledge is clear to the young generation, and it can be regarded as a living legend story book.
"The old man told me that they are all those sects and aristocratic families."
A young man asked a question. His steps were shallow and deep. Su Qinian knew at a glance that he had not mastered the basic building skills and his muscles and bones had not been tempered well. Most of these young people were practicing "Running Horse". Jin's ordinary family background.
"Haha, listen up, kids, those are the Qi Sword Zhifeng Family, the Zizhu Gang, the Zhenquan Sword Sect, the Lu Ming Dao Xiao Family..."
The old man named a series of sects and aristocratic families, including first-rate, second-rate, and third-rate. Most of them were members of many sects and aristocratic families in Xiangyang Prefecture. The heirs of the two top lineages, the battle they had been waiting for for many years had finally arrived. Perhaps this is not the last battle, but it represents the beginning of the victory or defeat of the two major battles in this generation, "Gui Zang" and "Xiantian".
"Hey, it's a pity that the threshold of these aristocratic families and sects is always so high, and those of us with one or two levels of "Benma Jin" can't even look down on them."
"No, no one can eat meat every day these days, not to mention the tonic monster meat. If I can do that, I can also practice the fourth level of "Galloping Horse Strength", no! It's the fifth level!"
This group of young people seemed to be quite frustrated. Someone noticed Su Qinian, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, saying: "Brother, you have come out to travel in the world at such a young age. I would like to advise you to go back home as soon as possible. Jianghu The road is dangerous, and my head is tied to the waistband of my trousers any day, and I might be picked off by someone one day, or fall into the belly of a monster. I have parents at home, so I can’t travel far.”
This is a young man who looks a little slutty. There are many patches and some rips on the coarse cloth robe. He has rolled up his sleeves and carries a rough iron sword with fine notches on his back, tied to his back with only a piece of cloth.
After hearing the young man's words, the group of young people who were originally very interested in asking for information about the old smoker became somewhat silent. Some of them seemed to have thought of something and sighed softly.
There are too many people chasing dreams, and they are just a small clump of weeds among them. The wild fire cannot burn them all, but when the spring breeze blows, what emerges again will no longer be them.
Su Qinian smiled and said: "Only when you have dreams can you have a heart, and when you have a heart can you have feelings. If your parents are here, you can return home from a long journey, as long as you have a heart."
As long as you have a heart?
A group of young people chewed on these four words, and then looked at Su Qinian with a strange look. This young man who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old could actually say such a thing. Looking at him in a dark green robe, he didn't look like that. He is a child from a famous family. At least he doesn't have the arrogant and condescending temperament that they sometimes feel.
Only the long knife wrapped in green cloth had a simple handle and seemed to be worth a few taels of silver.
"Here we come! Look! Someone is coming down from Zigai Mountain!"
Suddenly, there was an explosion of people's voices on the side of the Han River. Su Qinian felt something in his heart and looked towards the cliff of Zigai Mountain facing the Han River.
A piece of green gauze is used to jump on the cliffs, as if walking on flat ground. Every step down seems to exhaust the mountain energy, integrating with the energy of the Zigai Mountain. It is impeccable and cannot find any flaws.
"Hey, you found it so quickly."
The angry young man followed Su Qinian's gaze, which was a little blurry, but needless to say, he must be the successor of the Xiantian Sword of Xizong's generation.
The nearly 200-foot-tall Zigai Mountain, which had only been covered with green gauze for more than ten breaths, came down. It was a woman as graceful as jade, with an extremely beautiful appearance, about twenty-nine years old.
The long green gauze skirt is tied around the waist, with green silk like a waterfall, a beautiful nose like jade, and a graceful figure like the rippling breeze, especially the pair of eyes that are calmer than autumn water, which seem to contain the clouds of nine days in them, watching the changes in the wind and clouds, not only Unwavering.
Not seeing any movement from it, a section of green bamboo by the river broke off, flew up in the air, landed just under his jade feet, and then landed on the calm, slightly rippling river.
Xizong of Zigai Mountain, the successor of this generation of Xiantian Sword, is actually such a young and stunning woman?
On the bank of the Han River, a group of martial arts people gathered together and saw clearly that behind this beautiful woman in a long green gauze dress, she was also carrying a purple pear sword box about four feet long.
In the sword box, it seems to be the innate sword that is also ranked 95th in the weapon spectrum.
Gui Zang knife! Innate sword!
This martial arts or magical weapon contains the essence of two Yishu. The two descendants of this generation have finally appeared in the world.
"Walking on water and gliding waves requires so much martial arts. I heard that it is only possible to do it if you have mastered the internal energy and mastered the power..."
The arrogant young man murmured, then looked at Su Qinian, but ignored him. His gaze fell solemnly on the river.
When he lowered his gaze again, on the water of Han River, the man and woman took action almost at the same time without saying a word.
A dead tree stood near the river. A dull young man from the Guizang Daolian family scooped up a bucket of river water. He waved his hand and sprinkled it out. The dripping water turned into a knife, glowing with ripples. The blade was rough and about ten feet long. The air was torn, and a pale streak was drawn out. Vacuum crack. (Please give me a monthly ticket. A genuine subscription is the greatest support for Ten Steps. I feel better and better as I write) (To be continued.)
