The dense and viscous sword energy artistic conception flows over the mountainous mountains. This is the ancestral court of Changjian Mountain, an extraordinary place where the ancestor of Changjian has been worshiped and refined for thousands of years.
Here, the sword intention that ordinary martial artists and even immortal sword cultivators need to spend their time and effort to gradually comprehend can be touched casually like running water, allowing geniuses who practice swordsmanship to comprehend the rudiments of the sword intention faster and easier. Thereby greatly improving one's own killing power and becoming a true swordsman.
"Although limited by Master's realm, the tide of sword intent here can only have the effect of assisting comprehension, but if it is absorbed by me alone, I will soon be able to master the sword intent and take the key step to become a sword cultivator. Foundation-building swordsmanship.”
Yin Xian stood proudly on the high platform in the center of the ancestral court, overlooking the hundreds of mountains around him, his heart racing and his blood surging.
Inside the high platform where Yin Xian stood, there were hundreds of kendo chains crisscrossing each other, densely packed into hundreds, suppressing the Lihun Taoist who exuded the aura of Nine Netherworlds, and fell into a state of permanent dormancy.
These chains are like blood vessels and veins that are active, absorbing the energy from Lihun Taoist's body all the time and pouring into the stone platform, and then being absorbed and refined by Yin Xian on the stone platform to achieve his own success.
Whether it was the legacy left by the ancestor of Long Sword or the terrifying cultivation of Taoist Lihun, if he wanted to fully endure such a period of fortune, Yin Xian would need to undergo a long period of retreat.
But before that, he sent two letters in the name of Patriarch Changjian and Taoist Lihun respectively.
The first letter was to Changjian Mountain. The letter emphasized that Kunlun disciple Yun Tianfeng and his party were all friends of Changjian Mountain. They should pay more attention to the trends. Changjian Mountain must help them at all costs when necessary. You can't let anyone murder Yun Tianfeng before you leave the prison.
The second letter was to the Lihun Palace. The content of the letter was exactly the opposite. It ordered all the demon cultivators in the Lihun Palace to pay close attention to all the information about the Kunlun disciples. Once it was discovered that the Kunlun disciples entered the area where the influence of the Lihun Palace radiated, Kill without mercy.
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The second largest city in the Yunxia Dynasty, Yuncheng.
A young man with a calm attitude and elegant temperament received a middle-aged man in the garden of his residence today who had lived in the same neighborhood for more than 20 years, but this was his first private visit.
This middle-aged man was dressed in military uniform, as if he was ready for war at any time. He had a strong back, eyes like a lion, and an extraordinary aura.
"This is the new tea that my dear friend just brought back from there a few days ago. Normally, I would be reluctant to take it out to drink. Today is the first time that Third Uncle has come to Prince Yun's Mansion as a guest. But I have taken advantage of Third Uncle. .”
King Yun's smile was extremely friendly, and he was extremely enthusiastic about Yun Shuai who suddenly visited him.
"Your Majesty, you're welcome. I'm a rough man. I'm used to having strong liquor poured down my throat. I really can't get used to drinking these things that make me smell like a bird. I'm afraid I'm going to live up to your kindness. Please forgive me, Your Majesty." Yun Shuai stood up. Jin Dao sat down, held his head high, spoke in a serious tone, and seemed a little distant.
King Yun smiled slightly and shook his head helplessly: "Third uncle hasn't put out the fire yet?"
"Fire out the fire? The Yun family's empire is about to be surrendered to others. As the only remaining direct bloodline male of the Yun family, the prince is hiding in the palace all day long, unable to leave or step forward, acting like a woman. , do you want to learn some embroidery and become a lady?" Yun Shuai snorted coldly, glaring angrily.
King Yun laughed, picked up a silver embroidered cloak from his side and handed it over, saying awkwardly: "To be honest with you, Third Uncle, I actually learned how to embroider red needlework a few days ago. I sewed this for Third Uncle myself. I wish my third uncle a 60th birthday in advance and a long life without borders."
"You bastard, I'm so angry!" Yun Shuai stood up suddenly, grabbed the cloak and threw it to the ground, then stepped on it several times. Unhappy, Yun Shuai picked up the cloak that was full of footprints and threw it in front of King Yun's face was torn into pieces.
King Yun could only smile bitterly when he saw this scene. He repeatedly asked if the style was not to the third uncle's taste and if he wanted to try a different style. This made Yun Shuai even more furious. He didn't care about the following mistake and poked his fingers. When it reached King Yun's head and heart, he continued to curse.
King Yun's father was the blood brother of the current emperor and the prince appointed by the previous old emperor. Yun Shuai, Yun Chuhe, was only a collateral line of the Yun family and not a close relative. However, he and King Yun's father were brothers and had a deep friendship. .
Decades ago, a border war broke out. The prince and his brother went to the battlefield together and encountered an ambush in a battle. The second prince was almost killed, but the prince saved his life in exchange for his life.
It was precisely because of this past that when the emperor succeeded to the throne, he granted Yuncheng to the infant King Yun as a private territory and granted him many privileges.
It's just that these privileges do not include real power in the court.
This is not entirely because the emperor was stingy. In fact, people and even the court were rumored that he had designed to kill his brother, the prince. This made the dynasty very unstable, especially those civil servants and generals who loyally followed the prince. They were all working hard, waiting for King Yun to rise up and overthrow their own rule and establish a new regime.
After more than twenty years passed, King Yun had grown up, and the current emperor still had no heirs, so he thought of bringing King Yun back to the court to inherit the Yun family in the future. This was rumored by some close officials in the court. The gossip that came out is unknown whether it is true or false.
Everything seemed to be getting better, but when a woman from the Jianghu came to the palace with a baby girl to recognize her father, everything changed.
"It is said that a tiger has no son. Your father was so heroic back then. Why did he give birth to a guy like you who can't hold up the wall? You don't learn literature, martial arts, or embroidery. How can you be worthy of your dead father and his wife?" Mother?"
Yunchuhe gradually became tired of scolding, and sat down, breathing heavily, beating his chest and feet, as if his heart was cut by a knife and hurt.
King Yun laughed along with him. He was not angry even though he was being beaten and scolded. He was neither sad nor happy. He seemed numb and had no fighting spirit and only knew how to be elegant. This gesture was more like adding fuel to the fire, making Yun Chuhe want to turn around and go away. Go away, and I won’t come even if I’m here.
Fortunately, someone came again at this time, and they entered the back garden of the palace directly without being informed. Yunchuhe had to suppress his anger in front of outsiders, snorted coldly, and picked up the steaming tea on the table to examine it. , and then threw it out again. The tea cup shattered, and the hot tea flowed into the snow and condensed into ice visible to the naked eye.
The two people who suddenly appeared were about ten years apart in age. The one on the left was about thirty years old, with a high ponytail and side bangs. He was holding a jade sword, and there was a faint sword aura in every move. Sharp and sharp.
The other person is more mature and steady, walking like a dragon and walking like a tiger, with an aura of Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi. He carries a long cloth-wrapped knife on his back, and his eyes are like deep pools full of mystery.
"See you, my lord!"
The two of them walked outside the garden pavilion and knelt down on one knee to salute at the same time.
"It's you? Aren't you already dead?" Before King Yun could speak, King Yun stood up suddenly after seeing their faces clearly, his face full of shock.
