Qilin Li Guanyi went to Zhongzhou.

The sword-mad Murong Longtu re-entered the world, and two things suddenly fell on the world. Storms and waves were changing. The person who could feel the waves the most was the great sect of the Motian Sect in the northern border of Chen State, the old sect leader of the Motian Sect.

Recently, I have been having trouble sleeping all night.

Qin Wuhou, sword mad.

During the Sarin Conference, I never thought that it would cause such a big trouble.

At this moment, I just secretly hope that this sword madman will not come here. Qin Wuhou had better not be a grudge-bearing person and not come here again because of what happened last year.

In the rivers and lakes, some people are frightened, some are happy, and some are waiting to see what earth-shattering things Jian Kuang, the most powerful master in the world, will do this time when he brings ninety-seven mysterious weapons into the world.

But there are always people who don't care much about such things, and one of them is the fishing guy Lao Bai. Lao Bai is a charlatan, he thinks he is, and brags that he was once a member of the top sword sect in the world.

When I was young, my family's sword sect was located on the highest mountain outside this town. There was a gorgeous Taoist temple built on that mountain. Every morning, before dawn, the brothers would practice under the leadership of their uncle.

The sword pierced the air with a continuous sound, like a bird flapping its wings.

At night, the sword light shot up into the sky, shining to the left and right, making it incomparable to the stars in the sky.

That scene, that grandeur, tsk tsk tsk!

There are many disciples in the sect, and everyone has something they are good at. Everyone talks enthusiastically about these sword skills. At night, they go to the Bagua Tower to meditate and breathe out. After returning to their residence, they take care of their swords as if they were their own.

Hands and feet.

Acting chivalrously and righteously, wielding a sword in the rivers and lakes, how unrestrained and joyful it is.

All the warriors in this area know about their sect.

At that time, when the warriors outside entered the mountain, they had to take off their swords and place them on a big stone under the welcoming pine tree before they could enter.

When he talked about this, the old man's eyebrows were dancing, his eyebrows were raised, his eyes were bright, and his whole person seemed to be dazzled by the mural on the wall, and he suddenly became alive.

But no one believed his lies. The mountain was not far away from this place, and everyone had been there before. They finally climbed up with great effort, and could only see a patch of potholes and a large piece of flat land.

Not to mention the sword sect, not even a single blue brick could be found. The birds flew over during the day and screamed wildly. It didn’t look like an angry swordsman was there, but more like a mass grave. It was eerie.

When someone said this, Lao Bai would become so angry that his face would turn pale, he would pick up his fishing rod and throw it at him, and people would have no choice but to run away with a smile.

Lao Bai is indeed very old, and no one wants to make him too angry.

Eighty years old? Or older? I don’t know. He doesn’t know much about swordsmanship, but he likes martial arts very much. He also knows some methods of breathing and sleeping. He brags about the introductory chapter of the Supreme Sword Code and uses the sword to explain the Tao.

It was so hyped that no one believed it except the children.

If he was a swordsman, why would he be stuck here? He didn't even dare to go out. He wasn't even a good fisherman. He couldn't catch the fish even when the fish were at their fattest. He could only pick up the stick and catch the fish.

Knock him unconscious and drag him up.

Cursing and shaking the wet rain on his body, in addition to fish, he caught many other things, such as wooden wheels, branches, and rags. One day, his hook caught a fish.

Bai was overjoyed.

But he found that the fish was struggling, and the fishing line was entangled on the branches and broken baskets in the middle of the river. The old fisherman cursed and looked at the water up to his waist. He was very old, gritted his teeth, and held on with one hand.

Fishing rod, wading into the water by the way, must catch the fish.

As a result, he discovered that there was a basket where the fishing line was entangled, and there was a baby in it. Lao Bai finally threw away the big fish, and walked to the shore step by step holding the bamboo basket containing the baby.

Use a small fish to hook the old tabby cat off the roof and stuff the baby under the cat's belly. The old cat just gave birth to a litter of kittens, so he treated the baby as a kitten and revived it with milk.

Fishing Lao Bai has a very interesting thing to do. He takes this child, teaches him to read and write, and raises him up. So when Lao Bai hears rumors about the sword madman entering the world, he just scoffs and doesn't take it seriously.

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"Sword madman? Damn sword madman, what kind of sword did he say? He's just a murderer, that's all. His grandma dares to use a sword. Besides, we are here in Yingguo, Yingguo's territory, what can he do with this swordmaniac?

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"Come on, darling, let me listen to grandpa tell you today about our Galaxy Sword Sect back then..."

Diaoyu Laobai squinted his eyes and smiled. He drank from a pot of turbid wine. The child listened to him telling stories about the past. Later, he heard someone knocking on the door. He said it was a door, but it was just a wooden fence nailed up.

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The child named Bai Maoer ran to open the door.

Lao Bai was lying there with a pot of turbid wine and was too lazy to get up. The child over there said happily: "Ah, they are grandpa's guests and they gave us money." A voice said calmly: "Go ahead, kid, buy some."

Meat to go with the wine.”

"Um!"

The white cat ran away happily.

But Lao Bai's body froze, and the wine in his hand fell to the ground. He slowly raised his head. His eyes had changed. There was no playfulness in the past, but a sharp-edged madness and the energy that seemed to have been spent in this life.

The fear that cannot be washed away.

Wearing a green shirt, we entered the house.

The hem of his clothes moved slightly, bringing back the memory of the old Lao Bai. It was a long, long time ago, when he was just a child. The name of the Galaxy Sword Sect was resounding everywhere, and there were three master swordsmen in the sect.

Act chivalrously and do justice, and become famous all over the world!

On that day, he was still listening to his master and senior brother teach him the initial skills, but he saw the swordsman in a green shirt stepping on the door. That was the story after the sword madness had become famous all over the world, but the blood feud was constant, like a whirlpool.

The earth swept the entire world.

The Sword Maniac lineage was exterminated at a young age, and the old man of his own sword sect seemed to be involved.

After the matter was revealed.

Jian Kuang stepped onto the mountain with his sword in hand. The Jian Kuang who lived a few years ago had an arrogant nature.

The swordsmen of the Galaxy Sword Sect were all defeated by him. After the sect leader's sword was broken, he drank his sword and committed suicide. This is a legend in the world, a nightmare for swordsmen, and the reason why Lao Bai has not dared to leave here for decades: "It's you

,you,you!!!”

Jian Kuang and his party have entered the territory of Ying State. The old man in blue came here alone. Li Guanyi didn't know the old man's purpose, but with Jian Kuang's level, no one could hurt him at all, but Li Guanyi had already fought with him.

Yaoguang went first to find Yuan Zhi's mother.

Lao Bai suddenly stood up, and the fisherman turned around and grabbed the fishing rod. At this moment, he seemed to have the edge of a swordsman, but he stared at the sword madman who did not carry a weapon, and had no courage to even move.

once.

Murong Longtu looked behind Bai Yuanfu and said:

"The Sword Code of the Galaxy Sword Sect, I haven't felt this inner energy for a long time."

An invisible sword energy burst out.

The thatched cottage trembled, something leaning against the wall trembled, and weeds fell from it.

There are four big characters of "dragon flying and phoenix dancing".

[Sword energy soars into the sky]!

Each stroke of these four characters carries a striking aura, like a top swordsman drawing a sword.

Bai Yuanfu stood firmly in front of the plaque, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said hoarsely: "Jian Kuang, are you going to trample on us again?! Sword Kuang in green is invincible in the world, we are not as good as you, even the sword is matched by you.

I took it away, what are you going to do now?!"

Murong Longtu looked at Bai Yuanfu, who seemed much older than him, and said, "Swordsman?"

Bai Yuanfu's breathing was heavy, and he lifted the fishing rod in his hand hard with his palm, but how could it be called a sword? It's just that he never retreated. When he was young, he was hidden by his masters and looked at this sword crazily.

He behaved wantonly, covering his mouth and not daring to speak.

He was only five years old, and after hiding for three days and three nights, he finally managed to drag the plaque down.

I am the Galaxy Sword Sect, the Galaxy Sword Sect...

He held the bamboo pole firmly against the front.

The sound of sword clanging rose.

The green-shirted Jian Kuang stood with his hands behind his back. In the void, a long sword hung in the air. The edge of the sword was so brilliant, just like the 30,000-foot tall man in the sky, just like in the past, but this mysterious weapon was hanging beside Jian Kuang.

Bai Yuanfu had tears streaming down his face, and he slowly lifted the bamboo pole with his old and trembling hands.

The palm that couldn't catch any fish was as if it were made of iron.

Just like the master back then, the swordsman who went to death back then.

It was just a bamboo pole. He raised it up and pointed at the mountains that the sword could never cross. At this moment, Bai Yuanfu seemed to have returned to that long, long time ago. He seemed to have become the timidly hiding five-year-old child.

It was as if the picture that was constantly torturing me opened up in my memory, and the young and old voices in my memory sounded at the same time:

"The last disciple of the Galaxy Sword Sect."

"Bai Yuanfu."

"Ask me for advice!"

The old man who was getting old and refused to die, and the child from eighty years ago, took out the sword together.

With red eyes, he drew his sword towards the green-shirted swordsman in front of him, but he was still too young at that time, and he had not yet been taught the swordsmanship of the Galaxy Sword Sect. He ran staggeringly, and when he drew his sword, the green-shirted swordsman

Fingers raised.
To be continued...