Jianzhou.
A certain small town.
It was noon.
People from all religions and nine streams gathered in the restaurant, among which the martial arts people with swords and swords were the most numerous. They all talked about some events happening in the martial arts today.
Of course, the most sensational one is the "Heavy Snow Order" in Huishan.
Up to now, these three words have had the strange magical power to stir up the storm and shock people's hearts.
For most people in the martial arts world, these three words represent status in the world and supreme glory.
It's a pity that the people who can get the "Heavy Snow Order" are either extremely masters or the head of the clan, and they have no chance to meet ordinary people in the world.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng, that crazy woman, casually threw two pieces of heavy snow tokens into the rivers and lakes at first. The reason why she did this was also very simple. She just wanted to watch a bloody fight for fun.
The subsequent results certainly did not disappoint her.
Many people in the martial arts community fought to death for two pieces of the Snow Token, and blood flowed in rivers. In the end, the two pieces of the Snow Token fell into the hands of two mid-level sects respectively.
"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and people on the road want to die." Someone murmured and sighed: "As expected of the unprecedented Murong Shuangkui, a 'heavy snow order' stirred up the world and caused countless people to die. I really want to You have to see what kind of trick he wants to play by creating such a big battle."
"Haha, I'm afraid you want to go and see it, but others still look down on it." Someone said with a sarcastic look: "Anyone who can get the Snow Order is a famous figure in the world. What virtues and abilities do you, an old man, have?"
"Hey, if the mountain doesn't come to you, I'll go to the mountain. Don't tell me, Lao Li, that my legs have grown in vain? Even if I can't go up to the big snow flat, it's still great to see the style of those top masters from the top and bottom."
"I was traveling with Uncle Li. It is said that Huishan has another envoy from Huishan, who is also a rouge critic. In this way, the 'exclusive double leader' Murong Tonghuang, the 'Fairy Jinghong' Chen Yu, and 'Tian Xue' The fairy Murong Wuzhu, the Sense Shuangjia Li Baishi, and the soul-stirring Rakshasa Xuanyuan Qingfeng. In addition to this, Nangong Pushe, the second rouge judge, there are six great names in the rouge evaluation in Huishan. Beauty. Even if you don’t go to see the big romantic figures in the world, you can be satisfied when you can see one of these beauties.”
A heavy snow order made the whole martial arts world boil.
There was a young Taoist priest in the restaurant. He also heard everyone's conversation, smiled, and continued to deal with the food in front of him.
There was nothing surprising about the young Taoist priest, but there were also sharp-eyed martial arts people who saw that the Taoist priest's clothes were from Wudang Mountain, and they were suddenly a little surprised.
As a Taoist holy land as famous as Longhu Mountain, the Taoist priests in Wudang Mountain are extremely low-key. They neither travel around the world nor visit temples. They stay on Longhu Mountain and practice as pure as yesterday.
Someone came over, set a table with the Taoist priest, and started talking to each other.
It is said that the Taoist priests of Wudang Mountain are very friendly, and it is indeed true.
But when others asked about the name of this Taoist priest, he just smiled slightly, changed the topic, and cleverly did not answer the question.
Suddenly, the young Taoist priest cast his gaze towards the restaurant.
The martial arts people at the same table followed his gaze, but couldn't help but hold their breath.
Even though the martial artist who sat at the same table with the Taoist priest boasted that he was well-informed and an old martial artist, he couldn't help but feel amazed at this moment.
But I saw a woman walking slowly in front of the restaurant. She was wearing white clothes and a white skirt, with black hair like a waterfall, and a beautiful smile. She had the appearance of a country and a city, which was different from ordinary people.
His temperament is as ethereal as a fairy, but he also reveals a kind of frightening and soul-stirring charm. There is also a feeling of holiness like mountain ice and snow, unstained by the slightest dust, like a heavenly being descending into the world.
The restaurant was originally a noisy place, but as the woman entered, it became completely silent. Countless people stared blankly at the girl in white as if they were lost.
The woman in white walked gracefully towards the inn, in the direction of the young Taoist priest.
The young Taoist priest stood up quickly, blushing a little, and nodded and said, "Wudang Li Yuaxe, I have met Miss Murong."
The woman in white giggled, her gleaming eyes looking at the young Taoist priest: "Master Li, don't be restrained, our Huishan is very close to your Wudang Mountain. But you too, don't stay in Wudang Mountain well, run away What are you doing down here? Give me a good meal."
The young Taoist priest scratched his head: "Uncle Hong asked me to go out for a walk after inheriting the position of head, to see the mountains and rivers, and to gain more insights."
The girl in white rolled her eyes: "Don't listen to that guy Hong Xixiang's nonsense. Before he became the headmaster, he never went down the mountain. After he became the headmaster, he only went down the mountain to pick up Sister Xu. He was very lazy. In front of Emperor Tong I even found something for him to do in the past few days so that he wouldn't have to get sick. I see that he gave up the position of head teacher to you just so that he could have more time to spend time with Sister Xu."
The young Taoist priest lowered his head and smiled without retorting.
After this conversation, everyone in the inn finally understood the identities of these two people.
The young Taoist priest is probably Li Yuaxu, another Wudang master after Wang Chonglou who built the Dahuang Pavilion and Hong Xixiang who rode a crane down to the south of the Yangtze River.
As for the girl in white who seemed to steal the brilliance of the sun and moon from heaven and earth when she appeared, and who was as bright as ice and snow, she must be the "Tianxue Fairy" Murong Wuzhu.
Sure enough, the woman in white turned her delicate hand, and there was a bronze token in her palm. She threw it to the young Taoist priest opposite and said with a smile.
"I've given you the heavy snow order. Remember to go to Huishan during Qingming Festival, otherwise you and your uncle will be beaten up. Emperor Tong takes this matter very seriously and will not show mercy."
Immediately, he sighed again: "Tonghuang, it's true that we just let a few girls do such a tiring job, and there is no pity at all."
"Xiaodao knows, I will arrive on time." The young Taoist priest nodded.
After the woman in white chatted with the young Taoist priest for a while, she turned around and left.
"Murong... Fairy." A young woman suddenly stood up and blushed: "I also want to join Huishan."
The woman in white looked back and smiled, "Come on, I'm optimistic about you, little girl."
Murong Wuzhu left anyway, and the next moment her back disappeared from everyone's sight, the entire inn began to boil, like a pot of boiling water.
Some people were extremely excited, but they could only regret that they were too nervous before and did not have time to say hello to Fairy Tianxue.
As for Li Yuaxu, when he saw something was wrong, he also rubbed the soles of his feet.
………
Wu Family Sword Tomb, together with Beiliang Prince's Mansion and Emperor Wu City, are known as the three forbidden places, and are known as the numerous sword immortals.
The history of the Sword Tomb can be traced back to more than a thousand years ago. The family passed down the swordsmanship of Kusi, abandoning the sword's intention and pursuing heavenly sword moves. The sword moves were used to the extreme with manpower, and the rules were complicated. At its peak, the sword from the east to the west, and the nine swords that defeated ten thousand knights shocked the world. It was a highly decorated match in the entire history of the martial arts world. It ranked among the best in the martial arts world, far beyond the comparison of the half-baked Dongyue Sword Pool.
Besides, there is a sword burial mountain in the Wu Family Sword Tomb, filled with hundreds of thousands of ancient swords, famous swords, broken swords, and broken swords...
Ordinary people's children are born in Zhou Dynasty when they are one year old. The descendants of the Wu family can only walk after they are born. The elders will lead the children to Jian Mountain and find a sword of life before they can go down the mountain.
Today, an uninvited guest came to Burial Sword Mountain.
It was a woman with a wooden hairpin and plain clothes.
Not to mention the stunning appearance, but just the temperament of the orchid in the empty valley is heart-breaking.
Chen Yu raised his head and looked at the Sword Burial Mountain, which is famous all over the world.
At first glance, Burial Sword Mountain is not much different from an ordinary mountain. On top of the green rock blocks, there are thick vegetation and spreading vines. But if you look closely, you can find swords everywhere among the vines and green rocks. Some are long or short, some are graceful and some are rough. There are thousands of them, which is spectacular.
Chen Yu thought of what a sword slave said before going up the mountain.
"In Sword Burial Mountain, tens of thousands of swords are buried. Not only do people choose swords, but swords also choose people. It cannot be taken by force. You can only use the heart and mind of the sword to react with the sword. Otherwise, you will be pierced by thousands of swords and no one can save you. .”
"Sword heart? Sword intention?"
Chen Yu's mind was wandering.
The next moment, the majestic sword intent emanated from her delicate body like a weak willow, soaring into the sky.
The three sword techniques of Flowing Light, Alluring City, and Nirvana circulated in my heart, and the sword intention became more and more intense, turning into substance and rippling like waves.
Buzz! !
Burial Sword Mountain is trembling and responding.
No!
To be more precise, the countless swords inserted in Burial Sword Mountain were responding, buzzing and trembling.
Maybe there are tens of thousands of swords trembling, maybe there are hundreds of thousands of swords trembling.
But there is no doubt that this is a majestic and extremely spectacular scene.
The trembling sound resounded through the sky, and the invisible and qualityless sword energy spread out, breaking through the blue clouds.
Chen Yu raised his head and looked at a trembling sword.
I feel something in my heart. Maybe as long as he thought, any sword could fly into her hand.
But she can only choose one sword in the Wu Family Sword Tomb, so she needs to be careful with it.
Chen Yu did not choose blindly, but walked up the mountain step by step, constantly stirring up his sword intent and sensing the swords around him.
"Who is this? How can he cause thousands of swords to roar in unison?"
In the Wu Family Sword Tomb, haggard swordsmen and sword slaves looked up at the Sword Burial Mountain. There was an occasional hint of envy in his dry eyes.
"In recent years, the only people who can cause this kind of noise are the old swordsman Li Chungang, and... Deng Tai'a, when did our Wu family have such a swordsman genius?"
"She's not from the Wu family. I saw her before. She is Chen Yu, the 'Fairy Jinghong' who is one of the envoys of Huishan. This woman was taught the Three Swordsmanship by Emperor Murong Tong and was born with intelligence. I never expected to have such talent. This time we are here The Wu Family Sword Tomb should have also given the 'Heavy Snow Order' and picked up a sword along the way."
"I wonder if she will take off that famous sword."
About an hour later, there was another dragon roar on the burial sword.
On this day, Chen Yu got the sword "Red".
The name of the sword comes from a poet named Bai.
There is a poem that says: A setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red.
…
Qingdu River.
The river is rolling. The waves are still there.
On the banks of the Qingdu River, a large number of martial arts people with swords and swords had gathered. Looking at the dusty people, most of them were not local wealthy people.
Years ago, Fairy Jinghong and Fairy Tianxue came here and worked together to suppress a young crazy monk from the Western Regions to the Qingdu River. He left a sentence: "On the eve of Qingming Festival, someone will naturally let you out."
Now that the Qingming Festival is approaching, it is expected that Huishan will release this young monk.
By the way, Fairy Murong called this person "Liu Songtao". He was suspected to be the ninth generation leader of Zhulu Mountain. He was also a demonic figure who was like a tall tree dew in the past.
Therefore, many people came from thousands of miles away to catch a glimpse of the leader of the demon sect.
Most of the people who came to release Liu Songtao were one of the four Huishan envoys.
Those are all great beauties in the Rouge Review, and they can prolong your life just by looking at them.
Unfortunately, they are destined to be disappointed.
Of course, maybe even more excited.
"Heaven and earth are useful, they can be used as mats and quilts. The sun and moon are useful, illuminating the universe. Kunlun is useful, so I came to the mountain. Compassion is useful, all living beings are one. The river is useless, nourishing all things..."
On this day, a crane came from Wudang.
There is a Wudang Immortal on the crane's back, and he is also wearing a fluttering red dress.
"Liu Songtao, the Qingming Festival is approaching. If you don't go out now, you will have to wait until later."
The immortal's voice seemed to come from the sky, ethereal and misty.
The immortal on the crane's back had a smile on his face, holding the woman in red in his arms. Where did he come from?
Boom! !
The river exploded, setting off a wall of water dozens of feet high, and many martial artists were soaked in the water.
A middle-aged monk broke out of the river, his forehead and heart still bleeding.
He shook his body to shake off the slightly fishy smell of the river water, and his wet clothes immediately became dry.
"What a great crane-riding immortal. I, Liu Songtao, want to see how powerful the immortal is now!?"
Liu Songtao had been suppressed underwater for several months. He had been holding back a lot of anger and was looking for someone to vent it out to.
As for the so-called immortal, of course he didn't dare to show his face after being killed by him?
He turned his palm downwards, and the river water suddenly surged out, turning into a water sword and flying into his hand.
A sword thrust out.
He has the grace of a swordsman.
Then it was gently and skillfully swung away by a whisk.
Immortal Qihe said with a smile: "Whether you want a fight or an answer, go to Huishan, and Xiaodao will not accompany you."
"goodbye."
The whisk in his hand flicked again.
The three thousand silver threads on the whisk suddenly turned into three thousand wind and thunder.
Liu Songtao raised his sword to block.
The water sword in his hand exploded immediately, and his whole body hit the Qingdu River like a meteorite.
When Liu Songtao emerged from the water again, his face was pale, he looked at the distant silhouette of the crane on the horizon, and shouted: "May I ask who is the master?"
"Wudang, flood the elephant."
"Hehe, there is also the Xu family, Xu Zhihu."
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