Zi hate

Taoism is the opposite of righteousness and evil, and the Nanmingjiao is the biggest evil cult villain in the world. Not only did it invade Guanzhong twice, but it has been killing repeatedly and not only teaching the righteous way is a headache.

Zhu Zhuangzhu experienced an expedition to the south when he was young.

The road to Nanming is far away, and there are countless Nanming sect members and poisonous puppets blocking it along the way, but it must be fought.

Jianzhuang is not a leader, but as one of the forces, it is duty-bound to promote the prestige of righteousness.

As for that memory, Mu Shuyu has a hard time remembering it. It is said that such an earth-shattering battle should be engraved in his mind and he will never forget it, but the fact is that Mu Shuyu can hardly remember anything. He admits that he has I am deliberately forgetting this memory.

Because it was too tragic.

At that time, he was still young, and he didn't rush forward. He just watched the master of Jianzhuang's chest pierced by a palm and died in front of his eyes.

There are too many senior masters who paved a righteous path with their own flesh and blood.

The two sides fought one after another and fought for countless days and nights. The water in the Southern Sea seemed to be darker.

He only remembered that he was chopping with all his might—with that Heartblood Sword, the Heartblood Sword named Yinchun.

Yinchun is really a famous sword in the world, never curled or damaged, and followed him all the way to the Nanming Church.

At the bank of Nanming Lake, Mu Shuyu looked at the elder who was smiling strangely, raised his sword, and cut off the man's neck.

Jianzhuang became famous in the first battle.

But what Mu Shuyu remembers most clearly about this series of events is that he forced Ming Ke to jump off the cliff on the rainy day before the trip.

Mu Shuyu made this bad plan, knowing that the two of them will explain clearly in the future, and their relationship will not be the same as before.

What Mu Shuyu broke was his own delusion.

If you don't go back here, it's better to let this misunderstanding be buried deep in your bones.

He still remembered that before the two left the teacher, he was dancing swords at the gate of the teacher, and Mingke was in the sword casting room, suddenly enlightened and created Yinchun.

The man had a bright smile, and he held his sword and Mu Shuyu.

——Brother, when this sword was cast, I saw my brother dancing the sword, and I suddenly got a consonance, and I suddenly saw thousands of springs overflowing the tip of my brother's sword, like a sword attracting spring, so this sword was named Yinchun.

——In spite of the turmoil in the world, only my brother's sword tip is full of spring in my eyes.

Every time I think about it, Mu Shuyu is always emotional, the straight talker has no intention of listening to it.

You said that the tip of my sword hides thousands of springs, but do you know that these thousands of springs come from your heart?

Mu Shuyu entered Jianzhuang with that hard-hearted sword, and was sympathized by the owner of the village. He dripped his own blood and blood by the lake and quenched the fire again.

Failed.

It's just that the enemy is in front of him and there is no need to worry too much. Mu Shuyu can only bury his thousands of thoughts and follow the order to go out.

From now on, it's impossible.

He can only be that respectful elder brother, that cold and distant Master Mu.

On the day Mu Shuyu faked his death, Shang Yu watched the man lift the curtain of the bed and shrink there, skinny and old.

"Mr. Shang," the middle-aged man lying on the couch took out a brocade box, "Do you know what this is?"

Shang Yu was puzzled and watched the other party open it.

A sword is placed in between.

"This is a blood sword," Master Mu sighed, brushing his fingers over the blade, dripping blood on it, "but it wasn't forged by my painstaking efforts."

Shang Yu watched the blood bead roll around on the spine of the sword, seeping into the silk and satin inside the brocade box.

"What does Master Mu mean?"

"I'm... very tired." The other party smiled wryly, "The situation of Nanming is about to rise again, and it's time for Jianzhuang to clean it up."

There are also those who should be said, what have not been said, what should be recognized, and what have not been recognized, it is time to reappear.

Master Mu didn't seem confused, but for some reason, his tone had a sense that the end was approaching. Thinking about the other party's words, Shang Yu frowned slightly, and the second attack on the south almost killed Nanming Xiaoxiao, and the fire on the shore of Nanming Lake was even more intense. It burned for five days without leaving any life. For so many years, the Nanming Sect has almost only existed in the script, so the owner Mu is confused.

"Villa Master Mu is still in his forties, so it's strange to say that."

Master Mu shook his head, didn't say anything, and lay back slowly: "If I can really exchange my death for the peace of Jianzhuang, it will be considered my merits and demerits."

"Mr. Shang, please help me."

When Shang Yu was sitting in the corridor, he thought about the secret conversation he had with Zhuzhuang Master Mu before, seeing that the man was still standing there, he felt that he was being used as a pawn.

Was borrowed to lure a traitor.

For a moment, Shang Yu really thought that Zhuang Zhu wanted to die.

Well, for the sake of good food in prison, let's not care about it for the time being.

Bai Sa stood beside her with her sword in her arms, watching Shang Yu's trance without disturbing her, and turned her gaze back to the Hunze Lake in the center of Jianzhuang.

Although the two did not do much to eliminate the traitors and Nanming poison puppet in Jianzhuang, they were also invited to watch the ceremony of becoming a sword as part of the plan.

When the time was chosen, five people went out, except for Mu Ruying, the other four were direct descendants.

It is strange to say that for so long, the wife of the owner of Mu Zhuang has nowhere to go, and Jianzhuang is all the children of collateral descendants.

Bai Sa thought about it and felt that he was bored, so he stopped thinking deeply and looked carefully at the field.

The tempering process has passed, and now it is the most important step to become a sword - quenching, which is why Jianzhuang has led the Hunze River into the village.

Mu Ruxun's clothes were no different from ordinary men's, but he looked even more heroic.

Master Mu heard a few whispers and waved: "The ceremony of becoming a sword begins now."

Several collateral disciples started to light the fire, but Mu Ruying stood there without moving, looking at the sky above.

Bai Sa was puzzled, frowned slightly, and suddenly heard Shang Yu who had been silent all this time say, "She's waiting for an opportunity."

"What time?"

Shang Yu thought for a moment: "Tianji."

Mu Ruxun is still young, and he already knows that if everything in this world is to be realized, the right time, place and people are indispensable.

Mu Ruying closed her eyes and remained silent.

"What if we haven't waited?"

"If you don't wait, it means that the time is not enough. It doesn't matter if the sword fails, even if it is done by force, it is not a good product."

Bai Sa stopped talking, remembering that he failed to practice the last pose taught by his master until he left the teacher.

——If you have the predestined relationship, you can realize the subtlety of this saber technique and achieve great success. If you don’t have the predestined relationship, being taught by a master is enough for you to make a good living by yourself.

Dacheng, the whole world is pursuing this Dacheng.

Bai Sa withdrew her thoughts, and fixedly looked at the people in the field.

An hour passed, and Mu Ruying did not move.

After another half an hour, a disciple became a sword, and presented it to Zhuzhuang Master Mu for a look.

Master Mu looked at it and nodded slightly.

After another half an hour, the two disciples formed swords and handed them over for inspection.

There were only two people left, and after a while, except for Mu Ruxun, the other four had become swords.

Everyone waited around, not knowing why.

Bai Sa suddenly sensed a change in the surrounding aura, looked up, but saw nothing.

Seeing the sun sinking to the west, the afterglow is covered with muscular flowers, and it has been three hours since noon.

Mu Ruying moved suddenly, but opened her eyes and sighed, lifted the sword upside down, and put it away.

Bai Sa didn't know why she felt a little disappointed.

It is really frustrating that secrets can be met but not sought.

Mu Ruying was not very disappointed, she brushed her hair on her forehead, just for a moment, suddenly saw the wind blowing around, the water in the pool was wrinkled, and the fallen leaves were flying.

Mu Ruying seemed to have seen something, and her eyes fell on the top of the tall pavilion.

The sword fell to the ground.

Mu Ruying stared blankly at the spire for a moment, then suddenly started to light the fire.

Shang Yuque sighed slightly: "It's not a good thing to see the secret so early."

Bai Sa didn't know why, but from the time he entered the Jianzhuang, Shang Yu's stubbornness was rarely revealed.

Could it be that the calm demeanor of the family has affected him?

When the fire started, Mu Ruying put the sword on it.

The wind is rustling, licking fire and sword.

The blade of the sword turned red, and Mu Ruxun closed her eyes, looking for the right time to enter the water.

So again and again.

The sky was completely dark, and the surrounding lights were lit. At this moment, the wind stopped.

Suddenly there was thunder in the sky.

But in an instant, there was a loud thunder, and Mu Ruying's long hair flew flying. He looked at the flames without any haste, and the knife turned red little by little, almost lighting up the pool of water.

All of a sudden, Mu Ruying pulled out the hairpin that bundled her hair, riding the wind with three thousand black hairs, she saw that when she exerted force, the hairpin pierced more than three inches into her heart, coughing up a mouthful of blood on the red-hot sword, and turned into green smoke in an instant.

The person sitting on the master saw it clearly, Ming Ke hurriedly got up, but felt that his leg was tense and could not speak, so he looked at his senior brother in surprise, and found that the other party was in the same situation.

Bai Sajue's shoulders sank, and he tried his luck to support him. Seeing that this happened to everyone around him, he stretched out his hand to protect Shang Yu.

The latter also immediately took out a few silver needles from his sleeve to pierce himself to protect his heart veins, and looked back at Bai Sa.

Bai Sa had shadows about this thing, but before he could refuse, Shang Yu had already given him three needles.

Bai Sa: ...

Blood dripped from the tail of the hairpin bit by bit, and fell on the sword, making a thin hissing sound.

The sky suddenly turned pale, everyone was frightened, Bai Sa quickly covered Shang Yu's ears with his eyes, and heard the thunderous thunder after a short while.

The bean-sized raindrops fell and poured down in an instant.

Water without roots has no source to follow, and it is borrowed from the power of heaven to form a sword.

The flaming red of the sword was extinguished, and the flame was defeated.

Sword into.

The rain came and went quickly, and the weather seemed to have changed, and it was bright and clear again.

Everyone stared blankly at the field and saw that Mu Ruxun picked up the sword, which looked ordinary, but it seemed to flash with water patterns when he swung it, and they heard the sword's sound like thunder.

Palely, Mu Ruying approached the seat of honor, and bowed to hold the sword.

"Cheng Jian," Mu Ruying whispered, "Please take a look."

Unexpectedly, before handing it over to Mu Shuyu, Mu Ruying felt that his hand was empty, and saw that the sword had changed hands.

A man in a gray robe stood on the high wall opposite the crowd, his clothes fluttering like a fairy.

Bai Sa didn't know who it was, so he looked to the side, and the latter's eyes darkened, as if he didn't want to explain.

Only someone whispered: "Sword Master."

The Wuming Sword Saint, people in the world know very little about him, they only know that he is famous all over the world with his Wuwang thirteen moves, so he is called Wuwang.

The first time the sword master was born was when Bai Dao crusade against Nanming, he defeated Nanming's leader with only seven moves, broke his arm, and drifted away.

The second time was when the Nanming Sect changed hands, and the head of the cult was born. With his sinister martial arts, he overwhelmed the frontier, and the sword master appeared again, with thirteen moves of Wuwang, forcing the opponent to retreat steadily, and finally retreated behind Shuangren Mountain. Since then, the devil has disappeared, and the sword master has been injured. It has been seven years since he retreated.

A voice came from the air: "What is the name of this sword?"

Mu Ruying looked at the sword master and said loudly: "It was formed by the power of the sky, and the soul was forged with no roots. It is called Zhan Huang."

There is no similarity between the same approach and the same effect as nothing can be said.

No delusions come from the inside to the outside, there is no trace of delusional thoughts in the mind, and delusion is eliminated from the outside to the inside, cutting off three thousand delusional thoughts.