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"Good sword technique, good sword technique!" Three people walked on the mountain road, and the first one was Chen Shihua.

Seeing that Chen Shihua was smiling and silly, Ou Chuyang ignored him and returned to the sheath of his sword, so he prepared to continue on the road.

"Hold the sword master's sword, are you ready to leave after playing with the might of power for so long?" Chen Shihua smiled gloomyly, "I was about to go find you, but I didn't expect you to come to the door on your own initiative."

"If you have something to do, go to the blacksmith shop to find me." Ou Chuyang didn't want to talk nonsense to him.

"Blacksmith shop, I don't think you have to go there anymore, and you don't have to go back." Chen Shihua laughed loudly, "Master Duan can't protect you even if he commits such a serious crime. God is really helping me!"

"What do you mean?" Ou Chuyang was very puzzled, "I didn't steal, I didn't rob, I didn't kill anyone and set fire..."

"Stop pretending to be stupid with me!" Chen Shihua snorted coldly, "Who doesn't know in this world? The sword represents the identity, status and dignity of the Sword Lord. Apart from this sword-casting master who is born as a parent, there is no third person to touch! You secretly hold the sword master of the Yundu Sword Sect and play for a long time, which is equivalent to stealing the sword master's wife! You can die!"

Ou Chuyang was shocked. It turned out that in this world, the sword was as important as a close partner to the sword master. No wonder he asked to help Mu Wanqing get the sword, and Mu Wanqing instantly filled with murderous aura. It is estimated that for her, taking her sword would be like taking off her clothes...

The Yundu Sword Sect can no longer go, so I quickly go back to the blacksmith shop to find Master Duan to find a solution.

"You still want to leave?" Chen Shihua stopped Ou Chuyang, "Go to the Yundu Sword Sect to be punished and die. If you are lucky, you can still keep a whole body."

You must not follow Chen Shihua to Yundu keyboard. Ou Chuyang made up an excuse: "I just checked the sword and found that there were some flaws on it. I took it back and asked Master Duan to rest."

"Hahaha! Do you think I'm a three-year-old?" Chen Shihua shouted, "Take it down for me."

"Canglang!" With a sound, Ou Chuyang drew his sword in his hand, "If you want me to die, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"If you put a green onion on your nose, you will pretend to be like it. If you hold a sword in your hand, you think you are the master of the sword?" Chen Shihua smiled contemptuously and waved his hand: "Go! If he dares to fight back, he will beat me, regardless of his life or death!"

Two agile entourages held long sticks and attacked Ou Chuyang from left to right. Ou Chuyang didn't want to "sweep" the two swords. The two long sticks broke into four pieces, and the two entourages splattered blood on the spot.

"You...how could you use swordsmanship?" Chen Shihua sat down to the ground with his legs weak.

Ou Chuyang stared at the sword in his hand and pondered silently. Just now he saw two sticks hit him, and instinctively swung his sword to fight back. He seemed to have drawn two strokes in the word "Sword", and actually killed two of them in seconds. He didn't expect it.

"You, you... don't kill me. I promise not to reveal a single word about today's affairs. I... I can swear..." Chen Shihua begged for mercy repeatedly, "And... I promise I will never have the idea of ​​catching a girl Ruoman again..."

"I am not a ruthless person, but the world is too ruthless. If I don't kill people, I will kill me, and I will be forced..."

A sword light flashed, and blood splattered three feet.

Chen Shihua died tragically under the sword, and his brother-in-law He Wenyuan would never give up. For the sake of the current plan, only thirty-six strategies are the best strategy. Perhaps the Xu family's father and daughter will be implicated, but I believe that Master Duan should be able to protect them.

Ou Chuyang no longer hesitated, and took advantage of the dusk to bypass Yundu Mountain and fled north.

...

"Don't worry, the Yundu Sword Sect will give me some face and not make things difficult for you." In the blacksmith shop, Master Duan comforted the Xu family's father and daughter.

"But Brother Ou..." Xu Ruonan looked worried.

"That kid is not simple, he will become a great man sooner or later. My little temple cannot accommodate him, such a great god. Those who should leave will leave sooner or later." Master Duan looked out the door, "Don't worry, he will not be ruined by the Yundu Sword Sect."

Xu Ruonan stood behind Master Duan, looked into the distance, and said in his heart: "I'm afraid I will never see you again in this life..."

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On the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month, the beginning of spring.

The east wind thaws, the stinging insects begin to rise, the fish climb up and carry ice, everything is spring, everything is revived and full of vitality. The plan for the year lies in spring, which is a festive festival that indicates hope.

Wear new clothes, paste Spring Festival couplets, go outings, celebrate spring and send joy... There are festive and peaceful scenes everywhere in the villages and towns.

In the northern part of Ningzhou, Longfeng Mountain, Longyin Peak, and Qianyuan Sect are even more lively today. The day to open the door and accept disciples every year has come.

Qianyuan Sect is one of the best major sects within a radius of a hundred miles. Its rules are strict and never disturbs neighbors. It has a very good reputation. Therefore, every year on the beginning of spring, when the door opens and accepts disciples, the teams that come to learn from the masters and learn from swords are lined up from the gate to the foot of the mountain.

"Erhuzi, whether it can succeed depends on today!" An old farmer held his youngest son's hand tightly and was nervously in the front line. "Your brother has no life... I hope God will open his eyes and give our family another chance in the end..."

Erhuzi was even more nervous and trembled all over. He was about to reach the age of 18. If he still couldn't open the sword gate, he would have to become a slave like his father and elder brother in his life.

Finally it was Erhuzi's turn. He walked forward with sweat on his head. According to the instructions of a middle-aged swordsman, he reached out and held a long sword with force. The long sword was inserted on a disc, and nine gems were evenly distributed on the disc.

"Term your heart to sense the airflow in your palm." The middle-aged swordsman said with a happy look.

Erhuzi held the hilt tightly, as if he was holding a life-saving straw, beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down from his forehead.

"Dun!" A gem lit up and emitted a faint light.

"It's bright! It's bright!" Erhuzi jumped high and shouted in ecstasy: "It's bright! Dad! I'm bright!"

"One Sword Sect can become a disciple of our Qianyuan Sect, congratulations." The middle-aged swordsman said with a faint smile.

Erhuzi's father knelt down on the ground with a "thump" and raised his hands to look up at the sky, tears streaming down.

Several companies were happy and sad. There were tens of thousands of people who came to test the Jianmen to learn swords, but few of them successfully opened the Jianmen. This was really one of them in a million.

If the sword gate is not opened, it will be a slave forever; if the sword gate is opened, it will jump into the dragon gate. This sword gate can be said to be a separation between heaven and earth. Compared with this, the college entrance examination, which is called "single-plank bridge" by the Chinese people, is as spacious and flat as a sixteen-lane expressway.

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From the rise of the morning sun to the evening of the west, only five out of tens of thousands of people opened the sword gate and became the introductory disciple of Qianyuan Sect. One of them had the highest talent and opened the triple sword gate, and was taken as a closed disciple by an elder of Qianyuan Sect.

At the end of the team, a young man walked up. He was tall and handsome. Although his skin was not very fair, he exuded a healthy luster of wheat.

"Name, age, origin." asked the Qianyuan Sect disciple who was responsible for registering the roster.

"Ou Chuyang, eighteen years old, from China."
Chapter completed!