There is a wind flowing out from generation to generation in the world, and each one leads the rivers and lakes for a hundred years. Different from the top ten martial arts masters rated by today's Jianghu, four hundred years ago, there were only two martial arts leaders in this Jianghu.
One is a founder of the Xiaoyao sect, Xiaoyao Shi, who read the "Xiaoyaoyou" written by the Taoist Nan Hua Zhenren and enlightened himself on the way of martial arts to the "Xiaoyao Heart Sutra"; the other is a "Landscape Sword" who visited famous mountains with a sword and walked alone into the immortal world. Immortal", a former tourist. In the thirty years since they became famous, the two have successively met all over the world and competed in ten rounds with their martial arts training. However, the ten rounds ended in a tie between the two, until it was discovered that they were both dead. When he sat down and died, he still couldn't tell the difference.
Regarding their deaths, some people say that they felt that they were invincible and died alone. Others say that they were infected with inner demons after ten battles and ten draws, and died suddenly. The truth is still unknown. So sophisticated.
In the past, tourists were all alone and left nothing behind after death, but Xiaoyao Shi left the world a magnificent and unique martial arts sect - now one of the "Top Ten Sects", Xiaoyao Sect.
Xiaoyao Sect has had five generations of heads over the past 300 years since its founding. Different from the "same lineage" of Yushan Jianxu, which is also one of the ten major sects, Xiaoyao Sect's direct disciples are not limited to the human blood lineage, and each generation of sect masters only selects one person as his direct disciple to become the next sect leader. Anyone who becomes a direct disciple will Only then can you practice the "Xiaoyao Heart Sutra" written by the founder of Xiaoyao.
There is a pavilion fifteen miles away from Guihua Town, called the Drunkard Pavilion.
According to legend, a hundred years ago, a scholar named Ouyang was demoted to Qinzhou as an official. When he was depressed and frustrated, he got drunk and had an epiphany here. He became bald overnight and left a famous article that will last forever. After that, he ascended to heaven. After he left, In the past few decades, the place has had good weather and no major disasters. In order to thank the scholar, the local people specially hired craftsmen to build this pavilion, and the Drunkard Pavilion came to be.
It was raining heavily at night, and the mountains were pitch dark. Only the sound of rain could be heard. Only a solitary lamp was lit in front of the stone table in the Drunkard Pavilion. In front of the table, two middle-aged men with handsome faces sat opposite each other, quietly. Listen to the autumn rain falling in the long pavilion.
One is Ji Mingyue, the head of the six major guests of the Xiaoyao Sect, and the other is Yuan Jian, the youngest head of the Xiaoyao Sect in more than 300 years since its founding.
Ji Mingyue has gray hair on her temples, a feather fan turban, and her eyebrows are as narrow as swords. Although she is dressed in an elegant Confucian scholar's attire, she can't hide the murderous aura she has cultivated through years of killing. On the contrary, the Xiaoyao Sect Master sitting opposite her is even more accentuated. As airy as a fairy. Yuan Jian, the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, who has reached the eighth realm of Dharma by practicing the master's heart method "Xiaoyao Heart Sutra", is no longer like a mortal. His eyes are as blue as the sea, he is wearing an ink robe, floating out of the dust, On the two large sleeves of the pure white robe, there are two ancient ferocious beasts, one Kun and one Peng, made of splashed ink.
Ji Mingyue is violent by nature but prefers to behave like a Confucian scholar. She is the one with the most blood debts among the six great guests of the Xiaoyao Sect. As long as anyone dies through his hands, no one, no matter male or female, old or young, will leave any trace of their life. Corpse, extremely cruel. When Ji Mingyue was young, she became a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect to avoid being imprisoned for accidentally killing someone. Later, because of her excellent aptitude, she was valued by the old sect leader, who allowed her to accompany Yuan Jian, who was still a direct disciple at that time, to practice together, except for the "Xiaoyao Heart Sutra" He was taught all other sect techniques. After the death of the old sect master, Ji Mingyue was reused by the new sect master Yuan Jian, ranking first among the six major guest ministers of Xiaoyao Sect. Whenever Yuan Jian traveled or wanted to kill people, he would always be by his side.
Ji Mingyue, the chief guest of the Xiaoyao Sect, waved her feather fan in her hand and looked like a frail scholar. She looked at the elegant middle-aged man who was sitting in front of her and was both a master and a friend and asked puzzledly: "My sect leader, you are our Why is the leader of this generation of Jianghu people so thoughtful today for Hua Fengju, who has lost his martial arts mentality? Why not let me and the old boxing sect Li go to kill the son of the Sword Immortal, and then kill that Hua Fengju? Wouldn't it be better if Fengju was arrested and brought to see you?"
The blue-eyed Master Xiaoyao looked at the wick swaying left and right on the stone table due to Ji Mingyue's feather fan, and smiled lightly, "It's easy to kill him, but you have to use some tricks to get him."
This time Yuan Jian brought half of the sect's distinguished guests from Tongzhou to Guihua Town in Qinzhou for two purposes. One was to kill Yan Longyu, the son of the Sword Immortal of Xishu for someone, and the other was to recruit Xishu Feng Juehua Fengju to surrender. for its use. For this reason, Yuan Jian personally arranged the plan. He first bribed Wang Sui, the conceited boss, and asked him to release the news to Xishu that Hua Fengju had defected to the Xiaoyao Sect, and then sent Wang Cuiping, a high-ranking guest who had some friendship with Hua Fengju, to lure Hua. Fengju came here to see him, and then asked another guest, Li Changfeng, to lead people to kill Yan Longyu, the son of the sword immortal who stayed in Fushenzui.
It seems seamless to lure the tiger away from the mountain, destroy its reputation, cut off its thoughts, and cut off its escape route.
The middle-aged sect leader sighed slightly and said calmly: "Today's top ten masters in the world are all old men with bright heads and are sluggish. However, few of the younger generation in the world have yet to make their mark. Therefore, in the future, the world will be dominated by me. . Among my generation, there are only three and a half people who can really catch my eye. He is Hua Fengju, Feng Shen of Tonghuangdao, who was the court eagle dog, and Li, the Northland swordsman who has long since retired. Qingqiu is counted as one, and Yang Yi, who destroyed the meridians of the Yang family by crowing corvettes, is counted as half."
While he was talking, in the dark rain curtain in front of the pavilion, a sturdy figure with a hunchback appeared and slowly walked into the pavilion. It was Wang Cuiping, the guest of the Xiaoyao Sect who walked behind Huafengju but arrived before him. "Sect Master. , my nephew is coming soon."
The middle-aged sect leader looked at the visitor, narrowed his eyes and said, "Did you also tell him that I ruined his reputation and sent Li Changfeng to kill his nephew?"
Although Yuan Jian's tone was calm, Wang Cuiping still had shivers down his spine. He glanced at Ji Mingyue, who was looking at him provocatively, and replied calmly: "Yes, he is my nephew after all, I can't harm him. .”
Yuan Jian stood up with a smile, stepped forward and patted the useless old man's heavy shoulder, "Wang Keqing is a person who values affection and righteousness. I don't blame you. It doesn't matter, since your nephew already knows the truth, he is still willing to come to see you. Me, that means he still left a way out for himself."
Wang Cuiping's back felt cold and cool, and he couldn't tell whether it was the cold sweat or the fresh rain.
"Then please come with me to see this beautiful phoenix in Western Sichuan." Yuan Jian, who was no longer as sharp as ordinary people, ignored Wang Cuiping's slight sputtering sound and walked leisurely alone. At the edge of the pavilion, he raised his head and stretched out his large ink sleeves towards the rain curtain.
Suddenly, a majestic blue aura that resembled a roc flew out of his sleeves and spread between heaven and earth.
Take advantage of the righteousness of heaven and earth and guard against the debate among the six qi!
The torrential autumn rain in Guihua Town stagnated drop by drop in the sky above the town, and then evaporated like water vapor in an instant. In the night, the clouds opened and the mist dispersed, and the stars and the moon shined together.
It turns out that the autumn rain in the small town for several days was actually a celestial phenomenon stolen by Yuan Jian, a martial arts immortal, in order to keep Hua Fengju and others. The "Xiaoyao Heart Sutra", the heart method of the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, has a saying of "defending the six qi". These "six qi" refer to: wind, rain, darkness, lunar new moon, yin and yang. Entering the Yuanjian of the martial arts immortal Although he has not mastered the mental skills of the latter four, he is still barely able to manage the wind and rain in a small town. However, stealing celestial phenomena will eventually lead to counterattacks from heaven, suppressing realms, and weakening Qi.
Looking up at the vision between heaven and earth, even Ji Mingyue, who stayed close to Yuan Jian all day long, could not help but narrow her eyes. He longed for the day when he could be so carefree in the world.
The two distinguished guests, Ji Mingyue and Wang Cuiping, followed their sect leader out of the pavilion, and together they stared at the muddy path winding towards Osmanthus Town, waiting for the arrival of the middle-aged swordsman in green clothes. .
After a while.
Yuan Jian smiled and said, "He's here."
In the darkness of the muddy path, only his voice was heard but no one was seen, "I never expected that after I, Hua Fengju, disappeared for fifteen years, there would still be people who were thinking about me and wanted to use those thirty-six tactics on me."
"But who do you think you are, Yuan Jian! Who gave you the courage to even think about attacking my nephew?"
He is indeed a swordsman genius that is rare to see in a century! So arrogant!
But Wang Cuiping, who has always acted calmly, couldn't help but feel a cold sweat for his fellow apprentice nephew when he heard this: He Yuan Jian is a real martial arts immortal in the Eighth Realm of Law and Earth. You, Hua Fengju, can destroy him. How dare the little master of the six realms who has lost his mind!
Ji Mingyue became even more furious and cursed, "Hua Fengju, you are so bold!..."
As the leader of a major sect in Jianghu, Yuan Jian remained calm as usual. He raised his hand to stop Ji Mingyue's scolding behind him, and slowly walked towards the darkness, "For many years, I have searched for the most amazing talents in the world. The beautiful people are just asking for the peace of mind they had four hundred years ago."
"The white-robed celestial being in Qishan, the old beggar with a box at the head of Yuhua City, the dyed river guest on the Qingyang River, the living dead by the West Lake, the old monster Wang who owns the Sword Armor Lake, the old gun god Qi Hongtian, the ancestor of Tonghuang Island Wenren, Ling The founder of Fu Gong Wangyou, the old owner of Qijian Tower, and Qiu Zhendao of Tongming Valley, these ten people are the top ten martial arts masters in the world. If you ask me who I am, I am the eleventh martial arts master after these ten people. Man, Xiaoyao Sect Master, Yuan Jian!"
Yuan Jian took three steps forward.
"The world only knows that there are ten masters in the world, but few people know that I, Xiaoyao Yuanjian, am actually no worse than some of these ten, or even worse! If I am not inferior to them in one way, it is because of my age. them!"
Take seven steps.
"I also thought that I would travel with a flying fairy and hold the bright moon until my end!"
After taking ten steps, Yuan Jian finally saw the green-shirted Hua Fengju lazily walking towards him in the darkness. Although it was only the first time, it was like meeting again after a long separation, and he felt a sense of sadness and anger. Immediately thoughts came to the mind of the Xiaoyao Sect Master: I am still the free man of heaven and earth, but you are no longer the tourist of the past.
Sect Leader Yuan said something that left everyone present confused, "Feng Ju, long time no see! I, Mr. Yuan, am sure to repair your incomplete state of mind and help you reach the top of the martial arts immortal!"
The middle-aged swordsman in blue shirt who had appeared in front of the three Xiaoyao Sect raised his eyebrows and looked at Yuan Jian, shook his head and smiled disdainfully, "I don't care about your bullshit martial arts immortal."
"Sect Master Yuan is so convinced that I, Hua Fengju, have no way out, that's why I came to see you? Instead of just taking advantage of the situation? Perhaps Sect Master Yuan doesn't know yet that the old Confucian scholar who is traveling with us is named Qin Ruoyang, the master of Emperor Huan , Qin Ruoyang!"
"Could it be that..." Yuan Jian's blue pupils looked towards the direction of Osmanthus Town with a faint blue light flashing in them, which was extremely dazzling in the dark night. After a moment of recovery, Master Xiaoyao looked regretful, "I never expected that while stealing the sky and causing rain in the town these past few days, my own state of mind also fell briefly, and I lost my sense of the energy within a few dozen miles around. I don’t even know that there is a Sword Immortal hidden in this small town.”
"Hey, Li Changfeng has no breath and is already dead."
Ji Mingyue said in shock: "Li Laoquan Sect, is he gone?"
Xiaoyao Sect Leader gave an untimely and weird smile and continued: "Sure enough, 'it is useless to burn incense if you have evil thoughts in your heart'. All the calculations failed, and it turned into a big joke!"
At this moment, an ordinary iron sword with a human head hanging on it flew from the town and stopped between Yuan Jian and Hua Fengju. The human head on the hilt was taken from The great guest of Xiaoyao Sect is Li Changfeng.
The old swordsman He Lanxu has not yet arrived, but the sword has arrived!
After Hua Fengju saw this iron sword with a human head hanging on it, his hanging heart was truly relieved: this sword was exactly the sword that his nephew imitated Yan Gui and carried with him all day long. He The old man used this sword to report peace, and he really meant it.
Yuan Jian turned around calmly, faced Ji and Wang, and said with a flat smile: "It seems that the overall situation has been decided, we have lost. Put away Changfeng's head and go back home."
"Fengju is brave, resourceful, and good at calculating! I made the mistake of killing your nephew first, so Li Changfeng's life will be regarded as my apology."
"The mountains are high and the rivers are long, there will always be a day when you and I meet again."
Hua Fengju, who originally thought there would be a deadly battle, looked surprised as he watched the three Xiaoyao Sect members turn and leave in front of him.
