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The mountains are hidden in the silver and white, looking up and down, there is a vast expanse.

Snow flakes like goose feathers flew down and landed on the eyelashes.The young Taoist reached out and brushed off the snowflakes on his shoulders. He raised his head, revealing his handsome eyebrows and eyes under his disheveled hair, and looked at the mountains in the distance.

He habitually touched his waist, but suddenly stopped. The beloved sword that he always carried with him was lost somewhere.

At this moment, Lou Yueming suddenly felt flustered.

Suddenly, in the pure white environment, a strong wind suddenly rose.The howling wind swept across the sky, and the fluffy snowflakes that were swept into the wind slammed towards Lou Yueming like a blade!

Lou Yueming hurriedly raised his hand to cover it, but at this moment, the wind and snow suddenly stopped, and the Taoist of the Chongxuan sect hurriedly lowered his hand and looked around, but no matter how wide he opened his eyes to look around, there was nothing in his sight. Only the endless white snow.

The goose-feathered snow fell quietly on the ground, like a thick curtain, placing him in this white corner.

"Where am I?" Lou Yueming raised his hand, pushed back the messy hair that covered his face, and touched the sword at his waist again, but still found nothing.

"That's right, it must be in a dream." Only in a dream, does this sword idiot not carry his sword.

He sighed, but laughed again: "Hahahaha, I'm the only one in the world, it's really boring! If it's really a dream, why should there be an opponent who can fight, this will be fun!"

Before he finished speaking, the white snow in front of him stopped falling at some point. They were like streams converging together from all directions at an astonishing speed. Among them, a person gradually appeared...

The flying snow all over the sky condensed into a dignified and beautiful woman in an instant. Her silver hair was like a waterfall, her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her pupils were cut down by autumn water, her plain white dress was like a blooming snow lotus, and she was holding a three-foot sharp green blade.

She nodded slightly, and stared at the Taoist priest standing in the snow with half-down eyes.And Lou Yueming also raised his head to respond to her gaze.

But in this man's eyes, there is a lack of surprise and admiration that should be there.

"Are you Lou Yueming who was given the name 'Sword Crazy'?" The woman's red lips parted lightly.

"It's just a false name, the poor man is Lou Yueming." Lou Yueming grinned and asked, "What's the purpose of you entering my dream?"

The woman looked at him, and then said again: "I am the sword spirit, I live in the divine sword 'Gu Yue' held by you, and I am here to teach you the sword skills."

"Swordsmanship?" Lou Yueming's eyes suddenly lit up, "What swordsmanship?"

The woman smiled slightly, and said: "I live in the sword, and I know that you yearn for that'unintentional sword intent'...and this sword technique is naturally different from that of ordinary people."

"Its name is 'Yuanyi Sword Art', and it is the ancestor of swordsmanship. Ordinary people can stand alone in the martial arts world only by glimpsing its every move. After cultivating to the ninth level, they will enter the realm of sword immortality. It's just..."

"Just what!"

"It's just..." The woman slightly raised her eyes and stared at Lou Yueming, "When you learn this sword technique, you don't have to have any concerns with the world. You have to leave the Chongxuan School, are you willing?"

The frenzy on Lou Yueming's face gradually cooled down, and his outstretched brows gathered again, twisting into three furrows.

Leaving the Chongxuan Sect, he has nothing to do with the sect... He used to be so eager to not be bound by the sect, but now, but...

The always crazy Taoist priest raised his head with a slightly confused expression. After a while, his wavering eyes finally sank.

"Thank you Fairy for teaching swordsmanship, but Poor Dao... can't, no, can't leave the teacher's school." Lou Yueming heard himself say this, but after he finished speaking, he was puzzled by his words again.

Why did you refuse so simply?

Hearing his words, the woman's amiable demeanor suddenly changed, she raised her chin, and stared coldly at the mortals in front of her: "You have stepped into the realm of 'unity of human and sword', and you are even known as 'sword idiot' in the Jianghu. Now it is ridiculous to refuse to enter the realm of 'Sword Immortal' because you can't leave the teacher's school! You have never been missing from the century-old Taoist sect, and you are not your only destination in this world... Is it really worth it?"

Yes, the Chongxuan sect never lacks him... There are dozens of people practicing Taoism under Xuanlinzi's sect, the senior brother Yun Yueyu is a steady man with extraordinary swordsmanship, and the juniors are all good seedlings collected by the master from the rivers and lakes. He, Lou Yueming, is only good at swordsmanship, and it is definitely not his turn to be the head of the Chongxuan sect. He usually idles around in the world, but now he encounters an opportunity, but he can't grasp it?

Hands clenched into fists, fingertips clenched into palms.A drop of sweat flowed from his forehead all the way and fell into the snow at his feet.

"I……"

He moved his lips with difficulty, but he couldn't say a word.

Wuxin Jianjun has always refused to teach swordsmanship on the grounds that Lou Yueming cannot do without the Chongxuan School. Lou Yueming was already arrogant, so after being rejected in this way, he naturally felt resentful and left the teacher early. The mind of the door.But now... what he recalled in his mind was clearly the scene where Xuan Linzi brought him back to the Chongxuan School in the snowy night.

At that time, the name of Taoist Xuanlin had already been heard throughout the rivers and lakes, and it was natural to raise his hand when he was cooking a few little hooligans. It was in that snowy night that the young Lou Yueming fell in love with the red-haired Taoist's swordsmanship for the first time. , can no longer extricate themselves.

In addition to that outstanding swordsmanship, and that bowl of chicken soup...

The chicken soup is made by Yun Yueyu, that Zaohui's first disciple is best at making soup.On that windy and snowy night, when the master came back with another boy, the wise disciple brought the chicken soup to the table, and handed the bowl and spoon to the poor Lou Yueming.

"Since there is nowhere to go, would you like to worship me as your teacher? This will be your home from now on, so you don't need to wander around."

After all, it is home.

In the cold snow, the smell of chicken soup lingered at an unknown time. The rich aroma of red dates mixed with chicken made Lou Yueming sniffle unconsciously. The bowl of chicken soup brought warmth to his heart.This crazy Taoist, who is used to doing things in his own way, has an extremely soft look in his eyes...

At this time, Lou Yueming reached out and rubbed the tip of his nose, and raised his eyes to the woman who called himself the soul of the sword soul. His eyes were shining brightly, as if shining stars: "Tell the truth, who the hell are you, how dare you come to the poor?" Dao made a mistake in his dream, he really has a lot of guts!"

The woman was startled at first, but then she laughed: "You are crazy, it's really difficult..."

At the same time, the wind and snow suddenly howled all over the sky, and the strong wind mixed with sharp snowflakes tore Lou Yueming's Taoist robe, and his vision was all white.But the mad Taoist was not annoyed, he just stood there in the snow, letting the wind and snow tear his messy hair.

In an instant, the wind and snow finally stopped, revealing the reality under the plain white world.Surrounded by the snow bamboo forest, the small cottage appeared in front of Lou Yueming.

It was a somewhat crude house, and the Tai Chi pattern on it showed its belonging, and the wild cranes wandering in the snow bamboo forest flapped their wings and flew to the sky.Lou Yueming stood in front of the house, with an extremely helpless smile on his face.

He hesitated for a moment, walked to the very familiar door of the house, and stretched out his hand to push it.

In the room, sitting upright was the woman just now.

The woman who claimed to be the soul of the sword soul raised her head and sneered at him who was surprised.

"I am not an evil heretic, and you are not someone who can have a good death. Since the sharpening of the sword, if you are willing to indulge in tenderness, someone will weed you out. But by then... there will be no eggs under the nest." .”

"Hmph, although I, Lou Yueming, am not a sword god, I will never stand by and watch my relatives being killed!" Lou Yueming sneered back, with his hands behind his back, his fingers were already pinching the sword formula, "If someone hurts I value the Xuan sect, and I, Lou Yueming, will never die!"

The woman just looked at him coldly, and the moment her fingertips condensed her true energy, the woman turned into a snowflake and exploded in front of Lou Yueming.

Gazing at the chaotic snowflakes, Lou Yueming felt his body was pressed hard to the ground, and then he woke up.

Outside the window, the bright midsummer sun shines on the verdant trees, and the noisy cicadas singing like a tide are mixed with the children's fights on the street, making it very noisy.The mad Taoist cursed and straightened up from under the tree, pushed aside the letters and wine jug spread out in his hand, reached for his saber, pinned it on his waist indiscriminately, and staggered away.

Two years later, civil strife broke out in the Chongxuan sect, and Yun Yueyu, the eldest disciple of Master Xuanlin's sect, colluded with a foreign race, intending to devour the Chongxuan sect.The head of the sect was assassinated, and Daoist Xuan Lin was poisoned.After Jian Chi Lou Yueming heard about it, he rushed back to the sect from Penglai, and led the Chongxuan sect to attack.

Although the rebellion was eventually quelled, the strength of the Chongxuan faction was severely injured. Fortunately, Lou Yueming took over as the head, and under his leadership, the Chongxuan faction recuperated, and finally returned to the head of the martial arts sect.

The "shackles" that have always been, eventually become a city on the shoulders.

For Lou Yueming, whether it is a gentle cage or hot soup in the wind and snow is no longer important...

The "Yuanyi swordsmanship" mentioned by the sword soul spirit, and the "Wuxin Sword Intent" and the high sky and wide sea that he yearned for when he was young, were piled up in the warehouse of years and put on a heavy lock.