The Great Tao Chronicle

Qizhou has mountains, 100,000.

There are rivers in the mountains, surrounding the mountains, like a jade belt.

Between the mountains and rivers, there is a green peak rising from the ground, the cliff is thousands of meters high, and it is inserted into the sky like a straight long sword with a waterfall hanging above it.

This mountain is called Jianshan, and there is a mountain village in it.

It is called Wanjian Villa.

Qizhou is located in the southern region of Dafeng. It is like spring all year round, and there is no cold current in the middle of winter.

Huhu~

The morning dew is heavy, especially in the mountains. In the misty clouds, there are sounds of swords breaking through the air.

In front of Wanjian Villa, in front of a cold pool of clear water, an old man stood with his hands behind his back.

He wears a blue shirt, carries a long sword, has a thin face, and a tall and straight body. The most striking thing is his hands, which are slender and crystal clear.

His name is Mu Qinghua, the younger brother of Mu Qingfeng, the second-ranked Taibai sword on the weapon spectrum, and the nominal owner of Wanjian Villa.

woohoo~~~

Above the cold pool, a small figure stepped on the water and drew a sword, and the sword light split the water mist, showing the cold light.

The man was dressed in white, but he was only eleven or twelve years old, but he wielded the sword light and flowed smoothly, and he had mastered the exquisite swordsmanship.

call!

After a while, the boy's body shook, the ripples spread under his feet, and a few drops of water came to the shore.

"grandfather."

The boy's long sword was returned to its sheath, with a trace of shame on his handsome face.

"Qingliu, how many years have you practiced swords?"

Mu Qinghua stood with his hands behind his back and looked at his grandson lightly.

"Going back to Grandpa, it's been six years."

The boy in white looked even more ashamed.

"Among my peers at Wanjian Villa, you are number one, but, just like that, you can't take on the mantle of your great grandfather."

Mu Qinghua shook his head slightly.

This young man is his grandson and the most talented disciple among the descendants of Wanjian Villa. He learned swordsmanship at the age of four, and at the age of eight he was able to defeat his two older brothers who had been practicing swords for more than fifteen years.

Talent and understanding are all top-notch.

If he is not too young and not suitable for taking pills to practice Qi, then the blood exchange can be accomplished.

He is also the most promising person in Wanjian Villa to take over the mantle of Mu Qingfeng.

It is for this reason that he takes an hour a month to instruct his swordsmanship.

"The grandson will work harder."

Mu Qingliu's face was tense, and her expression was very serious.

Many disciples of Wanjian Villa will undertake the Taibai Sword as their lifelong pursuit, and he will be no exception.

"It's not that you don't work hard enough, but your father's discipline is too strict."

Mu Qinghua smiled and said:

"When your grandfather was as old as you, he still ran and played in the mountains all day long, but you practiced swordsmanship for eight hours a day at a young age. It was too hard."

He saw Mu Qingliu's progress in his eyes, but it might not be good to practice like this.

It's just that his son is too stubborn to speak for himself.

"Grandpa, grandson likes it."

Mu Qingliu's eyes were clear, like a sword light in autumn water.

"Knowing that you work hard, you just want to take over the mantle of your grandfather, but you can't do it with hard work."

Mu Qinghua just waved his hand:

"Just in time, your uncle is going out, so you can go with him."

Mu Qingliu scratched his head, although he didn't want to go, he couldn't refuse.

He could only grudgingly agree.

Mu Qinghua smiled slightly, and the man had disappeared into the forest.

Not long after, a white crane fell from the sky and landed in front of the clear water cold pool.

"Third, come up!"

A young swordsman beckoned:

"It's so easy to get a chance to go out and play, hurry up!"

"Second brother!"

Mu Qingliu glanced at his second brother Mu Fengliu, and he could only sigh in his heart as he climbed onto the white crane.

Only then did I see a lot of gift boxes on the back of the white crane, and I could smell a strong medicinal fragrance:

"Second brother, who are you going to give a gift to? It's so precious..."

"Where? Uncle Seven is going, I'm just going with him. Have you heard of that Gorefiend, bah, Daoist Wang Quan? These things are gifts to congratulate him on the establishment of a sect."

Mu Fengliu pulled his brother to sit down and said:

"Hurry up, time is running out, Seventh Uncle I'm afraid he's gone too far!"

The white crane has already soared into the air.

"Kingdom Daoist......"

Amidst the whistling wind, Mu Qingliu muttered to herself.

In the past two years, there are few people in the world who don't know about An Qisheng, let alone a top sect like Wanjian Villa.

Naturally, he heard the brothers talk about this name more than once.

......

Not only the Six Prison Demon Sect, Wanjian Villa, Dalongmen, Baiyue Villa, True Gang Dao, Extreme God Sect and other major sects have also heard the wind, and all of them have gone to Fengzhou.

Witnessing the establishment of a sect by the gods is also a symbol of the status of the sect.

No, please come.

Otherwise, all the other sects will come, but I will not go, isn't it a lack of face?

What's more, for a sect created by a person at the level of a great master of the divine veins, it is necessary to have a familiar face, no matter whether they are friends or not.

Therefore, many residents of Nanliang City discovered it.

During the heavy snowfall in the middle of winter, the number of martial arts people suddenly increased, and the small Nanliang City was almost overcrowded for a long time.

Of course, the most lively is Yang Xiaotang.

"My darling, this is going to be exhausting, young man! It's more tiring to run a hall than to run a horse to light incense..."

At the door of Yangxiaotang, the little monk Liuming, who had grown a layer of fluff on his head, couldn't help sticking out his tongue.

On a snowy day in the middle of winter, he literally sweated white.

If it wasn't for his little effort, he would have collapsed to the ground from exhaustion.

This job of serving tea and pouring water is not done by humans.

"God knows that the Taoist priest didn't invite them. What are these people licking their faces for?"

Liu Ming was full of slander in his heart.

Just thinking about it, he sighed a little. Today is the day when Wang Quan Dao opened the door, but the Dao Master seems to have no intention of accepting himself as a disciple.

Although it was passed down that he had one move of Sanshou, how could one move of Sanshou be comparable to that of worshipping the door?

唳~~~

Just as he was thinking, there was a loud and deafening roar of cranes in the sky.

Looking up, the rank took a deep breath:

"Mother! Two big cranes..."

The two giant cranes were two or three people tall, their bodies were white, and their wings were like sharp swords.

Liu Ming trotted a few steps and looked up, only to see that on the back of the giant crane, there also happened to be a white-clothed boy about the same age as him looking down.

However, the giant crane flew very fast, and disappeared at the end in a flash.

"This giant crane, is it the white crane of Wanjian Villa?"

"I'm afraid it is! It is said that Wanjian Villa has raised a lot of white cranes, and even knows human nature and can practice martial arts!"

"I said, Wang Quan Dao opened a sect, how could there be no major sects coming! After all, he is the greatest master in the world!"

In the city of Nanliang, there was an uproar, and I don't know how many people in the martial arts saw this white crane, and naturally some people recognized its origin.

Although few people walk in the rivers and lakes of Wanjian Villa, their reputation is quite big. They are dressed in white and carry swords.

"Liu Ming! Liu Ming, where are you kid?"

A call came from the Yangxiao Hall.

Liu Ming ran out of the city in a flash.

Seeing this, Tie Shan shook his head. He could see that An Qisheng had a different opinion on this little monk, but he didn't seem to have any intention of accepting him as a disciple.

But don't know why.

In the same way, there is the little guy named Sun En.

"The place where Daoist Wangquan opened his sect is just such a hill?"

Above the giant crane, Mu Fengliu looked a little surprised at the extremely inconspicuous hill at the edge of the snow-capped mountain in the distance.

For tens of thousands of years from ancient times to the present, no matter in any period or in any court, the Great Master of the Divine Veins is the most respected, and the existence of the prince.

Although it seems that this monarchy and Taoist did not create a divine vein, how can people in the world only look at realm? The existence of being able to kill the four masters of the divine veins one after another, even if he is a person without internal strength, does not affect his status in the slightest.

Even though most of the famous mountains and rivers in the world are occupied by people, but if they exist like this, anything can be taken at will. As long as you want to occupy the mountains and rivers, no matter whether it is the martial arts, the court or the people, even the original owner will never say a word. .

But this Daoist Wang Quan only found such a small hill.

"Perhaps, this Daoist Wang Quan is unwilling to occupy other people's mountain gates for no reason?"

Mu Qingliu guessed.

For tens of thousands of years, most famous mountains with good feng shui have been occupied by people, and there are few unowned places.

"This man is so murderous, how can he care about other people's opinions?"

Mu Fengliu smiled dumbly, only to feel that this little brother was too naive:

"Qingliu, you are the third young master of my Wanjian Villa, and you are most likely to take over the mantle of the great grandfather. You mustn't be so naive."

Mu Qingliu was about to say something, but suddenly heard a loud roar.

roar~~~

The majestic roar resounded through the sky like a bull and a tiger.

Between the mountains, the airflow roared, and a behemoth that snaked more than ten feet into the sky rose into the sky, breaking through the clouds and peeking into the wind and snow.

An angry howl, the sound shook hundreds of miles.

A few dozen miles away, Baihe made a shrill neigh and almost fell down.

The frightened Mu Fengliu's face was pale, and he hugged his younger brother in his arms.

"Go down, go down!"

On the other hand, Mu Qingliu, although he was also startled by the Han Jiao, was keenly aware that the Han Jiao was not malicious, and it seemed that he just didn't want them to fly over.

Immediately slapped the giant crane on the back and let him fall.

And not far ahead, the middle-aged swordsman standing on Bai He's back with his hands behind his back, frowning slightly, he also gave a light reprimand and let Bai He fall to the ground.

Although they had never seen this Han Jiao, they also knew that this Han Jiao was one of the mounts of the Taoist king.

woohoo~~~

In the turbulent air, the giant crane fell to the ground.

"It's only more than ten miles, let's walk there."

The middle-aged swordsman glanced at his two nephews.

Mu Qingliu and the two nodded in succession.

But no matter how they were driven, the two white cranes would not move forward, and the three had no choice but to let them go.

After a short walk, we arrived at Wangquan Mountain.

After the two pavilions, the straight stairs lead straight to the top of the mountain, without the slightest bells and whistles, which simply made the three of them a little unbelievable.

"I'm waiting to walk in the rivers and lakes, where will the sword leave my hand?"

"Yeah! My long knife cost three thousand taels of silver, and it is made of cold iron. It is more important than my life. How can I give it to you at will?"

"We came to congratulate, no malice..."

At this time, there were a lot of martial arts people with knives and swords gathered at the foot of the mountain, chatting with a few disciples on duty, which was very confusing.

Mu Fengliu and Mu Qingliu looked at each other in surprise.

For Kai Shuo, everyone in Jianghu, the sword is no different from hands and feet, and very few sects ask the sword to leave their hands.

For example, in Wanjian Villa, letting them unravel their swords is tantamount to provocation.

Because of this, the court's desire to accept the news of swordsmen from all over the world caused the disgust of so many martial artists.

Without the sword, for many people who are good at weapons, they are like tigers without teeth. How can this be endured?

"Master Mu Hanfeng from Wanjian Villa!"

"Wanjian Villa is also here!"

"Master Mu!"

As the three approached, someone exclaimed and recognized the middle-aged swordsman, and many people even greeted him with hands.

Many people are also curious, Wanjian Villa has always been inseparable from the sword, what should we do in the face of this sword-solving stone?

Mu Hanfeng nodded slightly to everyone.

Pacing from the road that the crowd spontaneously gave way to the gazebo.

In front of the pavilion, is a black stone tablet deeply embedded under the ground, with only three big characters 'Jianjianshi' on it.

At this time, before the stele, several people were looking at themselves.

But it was Zhao Changlin of the Extreme God Sect, Mr. Lan Da of Baiyue Mountain Villa, Jin Tonghua of Dalongmen, and Yuan Baifei of Zhengang Dao.

"Brother Mu!"

When several people saw Mu Hanfeng, they all bowed their hands slightly.

Mu Hanfeng also returned the salute one by one, and then his gaze fell on the stone tablet.

Zhao Changlin and the others didn't care, but were curious about his reaction.

"Sword Removal Stone?"

There was a ripple in the depths of his eyes.

He only felt that the three characters on the stone tablet seemed unremarkable, but his eyes flickered, but he seemed to see a simple Taoist platform and a dark red guillotine in the stone tablet.

It actually contains an extremely tyrannical martial arts that has already given birth to spirituality.

This imprint is contained but not issued, but it is not really a non-issue. Anyone who steps on the stone tablet with a sword and a sword is afraid that they will face the guillotine.

'Once this mark is activated, I'm afraid it will be equivalent to a random blow from the Daoist Wang Quan. With his strength, I'm afraid no one will take it under the divine vein'

This thought appeared in Mu Hanfeng's heart.

I am afraid that Zhao Changlin and others have also discovered this.

With a sneer in his heart, he suddenly grabbed the long sword with his backhand.

huh~

The air under the mountain gate suddenly became quiet.

All the chivalrous disciples who picked up the guests on their behalf were all tense, and they couldn't help but want to stop them.

But he didn't want to, Mu Hanfeng directly handed over the long sword with its sheath.

"Master Mu?"

"This~www.readwn.com~ is this the one taking off the saber?"

Everyone present was in an uproar.

Unexpectedly, the first person to solve the sword was actually the master of Wanjian Villa.

The chivalrous disciple was also stunned, not daring to reach out to take the sword.

They have not been walking around for a short time, how can they not know who the person in front of them is?

The people of Wanjian Villa are the ones who don't like others touching their swords the most.

"call!"

Mu Hanfeng flicked his wrist when he saw that he didn't pick up the sword for a long time.

I saw the airflow whistling, and the long sword had been inserted into the opposite mountain peak with its sheath.

"Everyone please!"

Mu Hanfeng waved his sleeve robe and stepped up the steps.

Mu Fengliu and Mu Qingliu looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and took off their long swords, holding the gift and climbing the mountain.