There are hundreds of thousands of mountains in Qizhou.
There is a river in the mountains, surrounding the mountains like a jade belt.
Between the mountains and rivers, there is a green peak rising from the ground. The cliff is thousands of feet high, reaching into the sky, like a straight long sword, with a waterfall hanging on it.
This mountain is called Jianshan, and there is a villa in it.
It's called Wanjian Villa.
Qizhou is located in the southern region of Dafeng. It is like spring all year round, and there is no cold wave in the middle of winter.
Huhu~
The dew is heavy in the morning, especially in the mountains. In the misty clouds, there are sounds of sword blades piercing the air.
In front of Wanjian Villa, in front of a cold pool of clear water, an old man stood with his hands behind his back.
He wears a green shirt and carries a long sword on his back. He has a thin appearance and a tall and straight figure. The most eye-catching thing is his hands, which are slender and crystal clear.
His name is Mu Qinghua, he is the younger brother of Mu Qingfeng, the second-ranked Taibai Sword in the weapons history, and he is also the nominal owner of Wanjian Villa.
Huhu~~~
On the cold pool, a small figure steps into the water and draws a sword. The light of the sword cuts through the water mist, showing the cold light.
The man was dressed in white, and he could not tell he was only eleven or twelve years old. The light of his sword was flowing smoothly, and he had already mastered the exquisite swordsmanship.
call!
A moment later, the young man's body trembled, ripples spread under his feet, and he stepped onto the shore with a few splashes of water.
"grandfather."
The young man returned his sword to its sheath, with a trace of shame on his handsome face.
"Qingliu, how many years have you been practicing swordsmanship?"
Mu Qinghua stood with her hands behind her hands and looked at her grandson calmly.
"To tell you my grandfather, it's been six years."
The boy in white looked even darker with shame.
"Among my peers at Wanjian Villa, you are number one. However, just because of this, you cannot inherit your great grandfather's mantle."
Mu Qinghua shook his head slightly.
This young man is his grandson and the most talented disciple among the younger generations of Wanjian Villa. He learned swordsmanship at the age of four, and by the time he was eight years old, he could defeat his two older brothers who had been practicing swordsmanship for more than fifteen years.
His talent and understanding are all top-notch.
If you are not too young to take pills to practice qi, you can achieve success even if you exchange blood.
He is also the most promising person in Wanjian Villa to inherit Mu Qingfeng's mantle.
Because of this, he would spend an hour every month to teach his swordsmanship.
"My grandson will work harder."
Mu Qingliu's face tightened and her expression was very serious.
Many disciples of Wanjian Villa all pursue taking over the Taibai Sword as their lifelong pursuit, and he is no exception.
"It's not that you don't work hard enough, it's that your father's discipline is too strict."
Mu Qinghua smiled and said:
"When your great grandfather was as old as you, he was still running and playing in the mountains all day long. At such a young age, you have been practicing swordsmanship for eight hours every day. It's too hard."
He could see Mu Qingliu's progress, but practicing like this might not be enough.
It's just that his son is too stubborn and it's hard for him to speak out.
"Grandpa, my grandson likes it."
Mu Qingliu's eyes were clear, like sword light and autumn water.
"I know you work hard. You just want to take over your great grandfather's mantle, but you can't do it just by working hard."
Mu Qinghua just waved his hand:
"It just so happens that your uncle is going out, so you can go with him."
Mu Qingliu scratched her head. Although she didn't want to go, she couldn't refuse.
I could only agree dully.
Mu Qinghua smiled slightly and disappeared into the forest.
Not long after, a white crane fell from the sky and landed in front of the cold pool of clear water.
"Third brother, come up!"
A young swordsman waved:
"It's so easy to get the chance to go out and play, so hurry up!"
"Second brother!"
Mu Qingliu glanced at her second brother Mu Fengliu, and could only sigh in her heart before getting on Bai He.
Then I saw many gift boxes placed on Bai He's back, and I could smell a strong medicinal fragrance:
"Second brother, are you giving a gift to someone? It's so expensive..."
"Where? Uncle Qi is going, and I'm just going with him. Have you heard of that Blood Demon, bah, Taoist King Quan? These things are gifts to congratulate him on founding a sect."
Mu Fengliu pulled his younger brother to sit down and said:
"Hurry, time is running out, I'm afraid Uncle Qi has already gone too far!"
The white crane has risen into the sky.
"Master Wang Quan..."
Amidst the whistling wind, Mu Qingliu murmured to herself.
In the past two years, there are few people in the world who don't know An Qisheng, let alone a top sect like Wanjian Villa.
Naturally, he heard his brothers talking about this name more than once.
.......
Not only the Six Hell Demon Sect, but also Wanjian Villa, Dalongmen, Worshiping Villa, Zhen Gang Dao, Ji Shen Sect and other sects also heard the news, and some people went to Fengzhou.
Witnessing the establishment of a sect through divine veins is itself a symbol of the sect's status.
Even if you don’t invite me, you will come.
Otherwise, if all the other sects are here but you don't go, wouldn't it be a loss of face?
What's more, for a sect founded by a person with the level of a great master of the divine veins, regardless of whether they make friends or not, it is necessary to become familiar with them.
Therefore, many residents of Nanliang City discovered it.
During this time of heavy snowfall in the middle of winter, the number of martial arts people coming and going suddenly increased, and the small Nanliang City was almost overcrowded for a long time.
Of course, the most lively place is Yangxiao Hall.
"My dear, this is going to be very tiring for me! Going to church is much more tiring than running a horse race and lighting incense..."
At the entrance of Yangxiao Hall, the young monk Liu Ming, who had already grown a layer of down on his head, couldn't help but stick out his tongue.
On a snowy day in the middle of winter, he was covered in white hair and sweat.
If he hadn't put in a little effort, he would have collapsed on the ground from exhaustion.
The work of serving tea and pouring water is not done by humans.
"God knows the Taoist priest didn't invite them, so why are these people licking their faces?"
Liu Ming cursed in his heart.
Just thinking about it, he sighed a little. Today was the day when Wang Quan Dao opened its gates, but the Taoist priest seemed to have no intention of accepting him as his disciple.
Even though I have been taught a Sanshou move, how can a Sanshou move compare to becoming a disciple?
唳~~~
Just as he was thinking about it, a loud and deafening roar of cranes suddenly came from high in the sky.
Looking up, he took a deep breath:
"Mom! There are two big cranes..."
The two giant cranes were two or three people tall. They were all white and had wings like sharp swords. They whizzed by and were blown by the strong wind.
Liu Ming trotted a few steps and looked up. On the back of the giant crane, there happened to be a young man in white who was about the same age as him looking down.
However, the giant crane flew extremely fast and disappeared at the end in an instant.
"Could this giant crane be the white crane from Wanjian Villa?"
"I'm afraid! It is said that Wanjian Villa raises many white cranes, and they even understand human nature and can practice martial arts!"
"Let me tell you, if the Wang Quan Dao sect is established, how can it be that no big sect comes to come! After all, he is the greatest grandmaster in the world!"
In Nanliang City, people were in an uproar. I don't know how many people in the martial arts world saw this white crane. Naturally, some people recognized its origin.
Although few people from Wanjian Villa travel around the world, it is quite famous. He is dressed in white and wields a sword, and his demeanor is much better than those of the great monks in Huangjue Temple.
"Liu Ming! Liu Ming, where are you going?"
A call came from the Yangxiao Hall.
Liu Ming, however, ran out of the city quickly.
Tieshan shook his head when he saw this. He could tell that An Qisheng had a special regard for this young monk, but he didn't seem to have any intention of accepting him as his disciple.
But I don’t know why.
Similarly, there is the little guy named Sun En.
"The place where the Taoist King Quan founded his sect is just a hill like this?"
On top of the giant crane, Mu Fengliu looked at the extremely inconspicuous hill on the edge of the snow-capped mountains in the distance, and was slightly surprised.
For tens of thousands of years, no matter in any period or in any court, the Grand Master of Shenmai is the one who is respected the most and ranks higher than the princes.
Although this royal Taoist does not seem to have developed divine veins, how can people in the world only focus on realm? Being able to kill four great masters with divine veins in succession, even if he is a person without internal strength, it does not affect his status in the slightest.
Even though most of the famous mountains and rivers in the world are occupied by people, with such an existence, everything can be taken at will. As long as you want to occupy that mountain and river, no matter the martial arts, the court or the people, even the original owner will never say a word "no". .
But Taoist Wang Quan only found such a small hill.
"Perhaps this King Quan Taoist is unwilling to occupy other people's mountain gates for no reason?"
Mu Qingliu guessed.
For tens of thousands of years, most of the famous mountains with good Feng Shui have been occupied by people, and there are few unoccupied lands.
"This man is so murderous, why would he care about other people's opinions?"
Mu Fengliu smiled hoarsely, feeling that this younger brother of his was too naive:
"Qingliu, you are the third young master of my Wanjian Villa. You are the one most likely to inherit my grandfather's legacy. You must not be so naive."
Mu Qingliu wanted to say something else, but suddenly heard a huge roar.
Roar~~~
The majestic roar of an ox or a tiger resounded across the sky.
Between the mountains, the air current roared, and a huge thing that snaked more than ten feet suddenly rose into the sky, breaking through the heavy clouds and peering into the wind and snow.
There was a roar that shook hundreds of miles.
Dozens of miles away, the white crane had already let out a shrill scream and almost fell down.
The horrified Mu Fengliu turned pale and held his younger brother in his arms.
"Go down, go down!"
Mu Qingliu, on the other hand, although she was also shocked by the cold dragon, was keenly aware that the cold dragon had no ill intentions and seemed to just not want them to fly past.
He immediately slapped the giant crane on the back and made him fall down.
Not far ahead, the middle-aged swordsman stood on Bai He's back with his hands behind his back. After frowning slightly, he also scolded slightly and let Bai He fall to the ground.
Although they have never seen this cold dragon, they also know that this cold dragon is one of the mounts of the Taoist King Quan.
Huhu~~~
During the turbulence of the air, the giant crane landed.
"It's only more than ten miles away, so let's go there on foot."
The middle-aged swordsman glanced at his two nephews.
Mu Qingliu and the two nodded repeatedly.
But no matter how they drove them, the two white cranes could not move forward. The three of them had no choice but to let them go.
After a short hike, we arrived at King Quan Mountain.
After the two pavilions, there were straight steps leading to the top of the mountain. There was nothing fancy about it, and it was so simple that the three of them were a little surprised.
"When I walk around the world, where can I leave my sword?"
"Yes! This long sword of mine cost three thousand taels of silver and was made of cold iron. It is more important than my wealth and life. How can I hand it over to you at will?"
"We are here to congratulate you, with no ill intentions..."
At this time, there were many people from the martial arts world gathered at the foot of the mountain carrying knives and swords. They were talking with a few disciples on duty. It was quite confusing.
Mu Fengliu and Mu Qingliu looked at each other in surprise.
For everyone in the world, Kai Shuo, swords are no more than hands and feet, and very few sects require swords to be removed from their hands.
For example, in their Wanjian Villa, asking them to untie their swords is tantamount to provocation.
It is precisely for this reason that the news that the imperial court wants to collect weapons from all over the world has aroused the disgust of so many martial arts people.
Without swords, for many people who are good at weapons, they are just like tigers without teeth. How can this be tolerated?
"Hero Mu Hanfeng of Wanjian Villa!"
"There are people coming from Wanjian Villa too!"
"Master Mu!"
As the three of them got closer, someone exclaimed and recognized the middle-aged swordsman, and many people even raised their hands to say hello.
Many people are also curious. The sword in Wanjian Villa has always been close to the body. What should they do when faced with this sword-breaking stone?
Mu Hanfeng nodded slightly to everyone.
Walking along the road where the crowd spontaneously gave way, I walked to the pavilion.
In front of the pavilion is a black stone tablet deeply embedded in the ground. There are only three large characters on it, "Jie Sword Stone".
At this time, several people were looking at themselves in front of the stone tablet.
But it was Zhao Changlin from Jishen Sect, Mr. Lan Da from Baiyue Villa, Jin Tonghua from Dalongmen, and Yuan Baifei from Zhen Gang Dao.
"Brother Mu!"
When several people saw Mu Hanfeng, they all slightly arched their hands.
Mu Hanfeng also returned the greetings one by one, and then his eyes fell on the stone tablet.
Zhao Changlin and others didn't care, but were curious about his reaction.
"Sword solution stone?"
There was a ripple in the depths of his eyes.
The three big characters on the stone tablet seemed ordinary, but his eyes flickered, and he seemed to see a simple Taoist platform and a dark red guillotine in the stone tablet.
It actually contains an extremely powerful martial arts that has given birth to spirituality.
This mark is concealed but not released, but it is not true. Anyone who steps over the stone monument with a sword will probably face a head-on blow from the guillotine.
'Once this mark is activated, it is probably equivalent to a casual blow from the Taoist King. With his strength, no one with his divine veins can take it.'
This thought came to Mu Hanfeng's mind.
Zhao Changlin and others may have also discovered this. The reason why they have not gone up the mountain is because they are not waiting for them.
He sneered in his heart and suddenly held the sword with his backhand.
Phew~
The air under the mountain gate suddenly became quiet.
All the Chivalrous Sect disciples who were picking up the guests looked tense and couldn't help but want to stop him.
Unexpectedly, Mu Hanfeng directly handed over the long sword with its sheath in his backhand.
"Master Mu?"
"Here, take off your sword now?"
Everyone present was in an uproar.
Unexpectedly, the first person to untie the sword was the master of Wanjian Villa.
The disciple of the Chivalry Sect was also stunned and did not dare to reach out to take the sword.
They have been traveling around the world for a long time. How can they not know who the person in front of them is?
People from Wanjian Villa don't like others touching their swords.
"call!"
Mu Hanfeng flicked his wrist when he saw that he was still not taking the sword.
I saw the roar of air, and the long sword was already sheathed in the mountain opposite.
"Everyone please!"
Mu Hanfeng waved his sleeves and robe and stepped up the steps.
Mu Fengliu and Mu Qingliu looked at each other, gritted their teeth, took off their swords, and climbed the mountain with the gifts in hand.
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