There are mountains in Qizhou, 100,000.

There is a river in the mountains, surrounding the mountains, like a jade belt.

Between the mountains and rivers, a green peak rose from the ground, with a cliff that was thousands of feet high and penetrated into the sky, like a straight long sword, with a waterfall hanging on it.

This mountain is famous for Jianshan, and there is a villa 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.

Huh ~

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

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

He wore a blue shirt and a long sword on his back. He was thin and tall, and the most eye-catching thing was his hands, which were slender and crystal clear.

His name is Mu Qinghua, and he is the younger brother of Taibai Jian Mu Qingfeng, who ranked second in the weapon chart, and is also the nominal owner of Wanjian Villa.

Huhu~~~

Above the cold pool, a small figure stepped on the water and came out of the sword. The sword light cut the water mist and showed the cold light.

The man was wearing white clothes, and he could not stand out at least eleven or eleven years old. He waved the sword light but was already gentle and fulfilled, and had mastered the exquisite sword technique.

call!

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

"grandfather."

The young man returned to his long sword and had a hint 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 faintly.

"It's been six years since my grandfather's words."

The boy in white looked even more ashamed.

"You are the first among my fellow Wanjian Villa, but that's all, you can't take over your grandfather's mantle."

Mu Qinghua shook his head slightly.

This young man is his grandson and the most talented disciple among the juniors of Wanjian Villa. He was four years old and could defeat his two brothers who had been practicing sword for more than fifteen years at the age of eight.

All the talents and understanding are top-notch.

If you are not young and are not suitable for taking alchemy to practice Qi, you can achieve success by changing blood.

He is also the one who has the most hope to take over Mu Qingfeng's mantle in Wanjian Villa.

It is precisely because of this that he takes an hour a month to guide his sword skills.

"The grandson will work harder."

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

Many disciples of Wanjian Villa will all pursue Taibai Sword for their lifelong pursuit, and he will no exception.

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

Mu Qinghua smiled and said:

"Your grandpa was as old as you, and he was still running and playing in the mountains all day long. You were young but you practiced swordsmanship for eight hours every day. It was so hard."

He saw Mu Qingliu's progress, but this method may not be enough.

It’s just that his son is too stubborn and he can’t say anything about it.

"Grandpa, grandson likes it."

Mu Qingliu's eyes were clear, like the light of the sword.

"I know that you work hard, but you just want to take over your grandfather's mantle, but you can't do it by working hard."

Mu Qinghua just waved his hand:

"It just so happens that your uncle is going out, so you can go with him."

Mu Qingliu scratched her head, but although she didn't want to go, she couldn't refuse.

I could only agree in a depressed manner.

Mu Qinghua smiled slightly and the person had disappeared in the forest.

Not long after, a white crane fell from the sky and fell before the clear water and cold pond.

"San, come up!"

A young swordsman waved:

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

"Second brother!"

Mu Qingliu glanced at her second brother Mu Fengliu, and could only sigh in her heart and get into Baihe.

Only then did you see that there were many gift boxes on Baihe’s back, and you could smell a strong smell of medicine:

"Second brother, who are you going to give gifts to? It's so expensive..."

"Where? Uncle Qi is going, I just go with him. Have you heard of that blood demon, oh, Taoist Wang Quan? These things are congratulations to him for his establishment of the sect."

Mu Fengliu pulled her brother down and said:

"Hurry up, time is tight, Uncle Qi is afraid he has already gone far!"

The white crane has risen in the air.

"Daoist Wang Quan..."

In the whistling wind, Mu Qingliu murmured to himself.

In the past two years, there have been few people in the world who don’t know An Qisheng, let alone top sects like Wanjian Villa.

Naturally, he heard his brothers talking about this name more than once.

.........

Not only the Six Prison Demon Sect, Wanjian Villa, Dalongmen, Baiyue Villa, Zhengangdao, Jishen Sect and other major sects were also moved by the news, and people all went to Fengzhou.

Witnessing the establishment of a sect in the divine vein is itself a symbol of the status of the sect.

If you don't invite, you will come.

Otherwise, if all other sects arrive, but they don’t go, wouldn’t they be embarrassed?

What's more, a sect founded by a great master of the Divine Vein is a must-have whether it is a familiar person.

Therefore, many residents of Nanliang City discovered it.

During the heavy snow in the middle of winter, there were suddenly more martial arts people coming and going. The small Nanliang City was almost overcrowded for a long time.

Of course, the most lively thing is Yangxiao Hall.

"My goodness, this is so exhausting! It's much more tiring to run a house than to light incense on horseback..."

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

On the snowy day in the middle of winter, he was covered in white sweat.

If he hadn't had some minor skills, he would have been exhausted and collapsed on the ground.

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

"God knows that the Taoist priest didn't invite them, so why are these people licking their faces?"

Liuming felt deeply complaining in his heart.

Just thinking about it, he sighed a little. Today is the day when the king's way of opening the mountain gate, but the Taoist priest did not seem to have the idea of ​​accepting himself as his disciple.

Although I passed on my own move to have a free move, how can I compare to the first step of the way to have a free move?

Trepid~~~

He was thinking, and a loud crane crow suddenly came from the sky, deafeningly.

Looking up, level took a breath:

"Mom! What a big two cranes..."

The two giant cranes had two or three tall feet, their bodies were snow-white, and their wings were like sharp swords. They whistled by the strong wind.

Liu Ming trotted a few steps and looked up, and saw a boy in white who was about the same age as him on the back of the giant crane. He looked down at the bottom.

However, the giant crane flew extremely fast and disappeared into the end in an instant.

"Is this giant crane a white crane from Wanjian Villa?"

"I'm afraid! It is said that Wanjian Villa has raised many white cranes, and they are even familiar with human nature and can practice martial arts!"

"I just said, Wang Quandao's sect could not have a major sect coming! After all, he is the most powerful master in the world!"
To be continued...