To the south, Jiufeng Mountains, Jianlu.

This mountain range is famous all over the world. Many swordsmen dream of climbing to the top and looking at the top of Wanren Mountain. However, the fantasy holy land is extremely simple.

On the top of the mountain with luxuriant grass, Jian Wudao sat quietly in a simple thatched cottage like a cowshed. The furnishings in the thatched cottage were also very simple, including a chopping board and a few stacks of books.

The chopping board was extremely rough, as if it had been whittled from a tree stump.

The only advantage is that it is flat, extremely flat.

At this moment, the incense burner on the chopping board is filled with incense. Jian Wudao looks like an eighty-year-old man, his beard and hair are all white, but his face is as ruddy as a child's face, and he is quietly closing his eyes.

He held a volume of sword manual in his hand, and the name on the side was "Detailed Explanation of the Basics of Sword Art".

His other hand gently tapped his knee, as if he was thinking about something silently.

"master."

Suddenly, a voice came from outside the thatched cottage.

Jian Wudao opened his eyes and saw a young man in white robe quickly jumping into the sword house. A golden light flashed in his palm and turned into suspended gold paper.

"Master, there is a new grandmaster on the merit list!"

He pointed to the last name on the gold paper: "Zhong Er, what a strange name. I don't know which sect's master he is, but he actually destroyed a Netherland-level Death River. This pseudonym does not look like someone from the Death River Division."

Jian Wudao looked calm and said indifferently: "What does this have to do with you?"

"Isn't this just curiosity?"

The young man knew the master's temper and said with a smile: "Those old masters either sit in the sect and dare not take risks easily, or they keep a low profile and practice quietly to attack the three immortals and increase their life span. They will not do such things that are not worth the gain. They must be some new ones."

Grandmaster of Jin, I want to go and learn from each other."

"Want to go down the mountain again?"

Jian Wudao had no expression on his face and directly exposed the other party's true thoughts:

"To practice swordsmanship, you have to keep this loneliness! There are hundreds of millions of swordsmen in the world. If you want to stand out among the heroes with the three-foot sword in your hand, how can you do it if you don't practice a thousand times harder than them? What if you can put your mind into it?

If you use it more often on your sword, you will have already entered the Three Immortals."

You really dare to say it, I don't dare to listen... The young man muttered in his heart, it is difficult to attack the three immortals.

He lowered his head and muttered: "Master, if this disciple can learn more from other masters, he will definitely be able to make further progress..."

"Hmph, back then I entered the realm of Grandmaster, spent three years in seclusion practicing swordsmanship, broke through the barrier, and became three immortals on my own. There was no need to compete with others."

Jian Wudao snorted coldly. Knowing that his three disciples had mixed thoughts, he couldn't help but think of the other disciple, and his eyes softened slightly:

"I asked you to teach your junior sister, how did it go?"

"Little junior sister has already half-stepped into the Immortal Ascension Realm. She has condensed her soul 180 times. Tsk tsk, she is much better than I was before. Master, you are really partial!" The young man said he was partial, but he had a smile on his face.

.

Jian Wudao rolled his eyes: "If you can understand the sword's heart after one year of entry, I will also be willing to go to Qiandao Palace to exchange for a real person's successor soul."

"I don't want the master to beg for help."

"Besides, my junior sister loves swords and she will be able to understand the sword spirit sooner or later. I can't compare to her."

The young man smiled and said: "Speaking of which, my junior sister has to thank the master. Thank you for taking my junior sister out of the Divine General's Mansion. Otherwise, she would have no choice but to inherit the Li family's heroic soul. Eighty times of soul condensation is certainly good, but

It’s only at my level, it would be difficult to reach the level that is now as high as that of the royal family.”

"And I heard that there are many restrictions on the successor soul of the Divine General's Mansion..."

"Shut up!" Jian Wudao shouted.

The young man was slightly startled and quickly closed his mouth.

"After all, the Li family is stationed at the border and has killed countless demons. How can we allow you to talk behind your back?" Jian Wudao scolded him coldly.

The young man knew that he had said something wrong, so he scratched his head and said, "It's my disciple who was wrong. I still respect the Li family very much."

"Hmph, if you haven't mastered "Moonless Sleep" to perfection within three months, prepare to stay at Jianya."

Jian Wudao said in a cold voice: "Don't read this Mianhe household register. The matter of Mianhe has nothing to do with you. It is a matter of Tianzhao Divine General's Mansion. When you reach the third level of immortality, I will naturally let you go down the mountain.

Otherwise, with your current level, if you go down to establish a sect and are challenged, it will be my people who will be lost!"

The young man resigned angrily, not daring to delay.

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…

"Is there anyone new on the merit list?"

Someone in a certain sect happened to look at the merit list and immediately noticed the extra names on it.

"With a total of one hundred contributions, is this a direct destruction of an underworld-level death river? Which grandmaster has come out."

…

"Chong Er, that's a strange name. Go check it out and see which sect's master it is. Can you win over it?"

In a tall building in a certain city, someone gave instructions.

…

Yongzhou, in a courtyard of Tianzhao Shenjiang's Mansion.

"Miss, a new name suddenly appeared on the merit list, called Chong Er. What a strange name."

"Don't talk nonsense. Those who are willing to take action to solve the disaster in the Qianhe River are all volunteers."

"Xiao Tao understands, but this name is indeed a bit unpleasant..."

The woman wearing silk gauze rolled her eyes at the little maid who had been following her since she was a child: "What do you know? Go listen outside father's room and see if you can find out where he is from. If you can invite him over, give him a

The position of the young prisoner."

"Yes, Xiaotao will go right now."

After the little maid ran away, the woman looked towards the courtyard, a smile slowly appeared on her lips, she casually broke a branch and lightly sketched two words on the ground:

Fengyue.

"interesting……"

…

…

Tan Gong Academy, in the main hall of Black and White Hall.

Song Yufeng secretly took out a small tea bag from his sleeve, and just poured it into the cup to make tea. Suddenly he saw several elders rushing over, and his heart skipped a beat:

"Old Huang? No way, you came here so quickly? And you brought others with you?"

He hurriedly closed the lid of the cup, keeping his expression calm and collected.

"Palace Master!"

The leader, the old man Huang Licai, looked excited.

Song Yufeng's face twitched slightly and he coughed lightly: "Old Huang, I'm not telling you. As for being so excited, isn't it just for you..."

"Palace Master, the Fengshan River has disappeared!"

Huang Licai was excited and said: "Elder Ni just detected the movement and went to check, the Fangzhu Temple has disappeared. Only by permanently clearing the level will it disappear immediately, otherwise the temple will be broken into mud on the spot."

"What?"

Song Yufeng was stunned for a moment, and he felt relieved. It turned out that he was not here to ask for punishment... Wait, Fengshan Minghe was cleared? Who did it?

"What happened? Please explain it clearly. Who did it?" Song Yufeng asked.

"I don't know, I haven't found anyone."

Huang Licai shook his head and said, "But your granddaughter seems to have seen it."

"Yue Yao?"

Song Yufeng was surprised and immediately said: "Then call her over quickly."

"Already waiting outside." Huang Licai immediately turned around and waved. Soon, two little girls walked in accompanied by an elder. It was Song Yueyao and Lin Feifei who were sitting on the moss.

The two girls heard the noise earlier and rushed to the Fangzhu Temple, but saw the horrifying scene of the temple disappearing.

"Who passed the customs?" Song Yufeng asked immediately.

Lin Feifei glanced at her friend, Song Yueyao looked calm and said: "Reporting to the palace master, it seems to be a disciple from the outer courtyard. Feifei and I were practicing nearby, but we only saw the profile of that person. He is not someone I know."

"How many people do you know who practice martial arts all day long..." Song Yufeng muttered in his heart, and then said to Lin Feifei next to him: "What about you, do you see clearly?"

"Reporting to the Palace Master, I only saw a profile."

Lin Feifei said quickly: "But if I see it again, I will definitely recognize it."

Song Yufeng nodded slightly: "Okay, then you go and identify it and see who did it. This is a good thing and deserves a big reward!"

"Should we notify the Qianhe Department?" Huang Licai asked.
To be continued...