There are hundreds of houses distributed in the city, connected by more than ten orderly bluestone-paved avenues. The most distinctive feature is that it rises layer by layer along the mountain. Each level is connected by stone steps and slopes.
It is convenient for residents to drop off their cars immediately.
Trees and flowers are planted along the road, and spring water from the mountain is introduced to form streams, which are interspersed in the garden residences, forming small bridges, flowing water, ponds and pavilions and other endless beautiful scenery. The space is spacious and comfortable, and it has the scenery of Jiangnan gardens.
Being in it is like being in a big garden on a mountain.
The main building complex is gathered on the Dapingtai, which is about two miles around the ninth floor. The pavilions are towering and the architecture is elegant. It is made of wood and stone, and is meticulously decorated from the eaves to the flower windows.
On the stage, a young man dressed in white, handsome and handsome, is practicing sword skills, every move he makes is serious and serious.
It seems that for him, practicing swordsmanship is a sacred thing.
A young yellow cat suddenly appeared next to him, its big blue eyes flashing, and he saw this handsome young man. At first glance, he seemed to be rich or noble.
"Meow~"
【Are you my shit-sweeper? 】
The young man's expression did not change at all, and he continued to complete today's practice meticulously.
"Qiang~"
At a young age, he had a hint of Yuan Ting Yue Zhi's demeanor as a swordsman master.
This world was inexplicable, and he could vaguely feel the auras of many unparalleled powerful men. Miao Le quickly restrained his aura and turned into a cute and weak appearance.
"Meow meow~"
【I am a weak, helpless, pitiful and beautiful kitten.】
Of course, the huge mental power is also like gentle breeze and drizzle, exploring the surrounding situation to see if there is any strong person that may not be defeated.
"Qiang~" The long sword was sheathed, and the young man slowly walked up to the little yellow cat and looked up and down.
This cat is so beautiful, it will be his from now on.
"Kitten, my name is Song Que, what is your name?"
In this short period of time, the little yellow cat has of course clearly understood the situation in a radius of thousands of miles, and summed it up in one sentence: there is no one who can fight.
Miao Le's attitude gradually changed. His young body stood upright, his little head raised, his chin raised high, and he looked directly at people through his nostrils. His expression was three-quarters cold, three-quarters sarcastic, and four-quarters careless.
"Meow~"
【I am Nendie!】
Song Que:???
…
Twenty years later.
"Qiang, Qiang~"
On the same platform, a young girl is practicing the ancestral sword technique: the Eight Styles of the Heavenly Sword, ready to step onto the frontline battlefield with the Great Sui Dynasty.
The little girl is about ten years old, with a round oval face, dark eyes, flushed cheeks, and a beauty mark at the corner of her mouth. She exudes a youthful and lively atmosphere.
for a long time.
After practicing his sword skills, Song Yuzhi picked up the little yellow cat that was lying sprawled beside him and started stroking it.
"Master Le, do you think my dad can still win this time?"
The girl's face was very sad, not just her, but the people of all ethnic groups in Lingnan were the same.
After Emperor Yang Jian of the Sui Dynasty unified the world, he swept across the south and wanted to conquer Lingnan with an army of 100,000. Song Que led 10,000 elite troops to confront him, and the two sides fought decisively at Cangwu.
Song Que, her father, defeated Yue Shan, the world-famous "tyrant sword" at a young age, and replaced Yue Shan's title of "the best sword in the world" with the name "Heavenly Sword".
In the past twenty years, Song Que has never been defeated once in the world. The practical sword technique he has honed in countless battles: the Heavenly Sword, is even known as the "Invincible Sword in the World".
But the rivers and lakes are rivers and lakes, and the manpower is sometimes exhausted. Ten thousand versus one hundred thousand, and it is still against the Sui Emperor who has unified the world. The various ethnic groups in Lingnan do not have much confidence.
"Meow~"
[Don’t worry, it’s very stable. How can my kitten’s poop shoveler be an easy person! 】
Song Yuzhi was relieved.
Growing up, she and her siblings knew that in the Song family, if Song Que was the head of the family, then Mr. Le would be the Supreme Master.
No matter who among them makes their father angry, they can all be forgiven as long as they move out of Le Ye.
Moreover, there are almost countless miraculous things about Le Ye, and there are many legends in the world. There are even rumors that there are not only three great masters in this world, but there are actually five great masters.
And one of them is this strange beast: Le Ye.
Song Que once announced in public at a family banquet that if the next head of the Song family was appointed by Master Le, he would not have any objections.
What is a Grand Master? An existence that can block thousands of people and suppress the destiny of the country.
If Yang Jian, the current emperor of the Sui Dynasty, had not had the support of Ning Daoqi, the great master of the Taoist sect, he would not have been able to dominate the world so easily.
"Little sister, the troops are retreating, the Sui Dynasty is retreating!" Song Shidao came up to the platform and said loudly.
"Really! That's great!" Song Yuzhi was very happy.
Song Shidao is dressed as a scholar, holding a sword at his waist.
Talking about this sword made him very angry.
Like his brothers and sisters, he had been learning swordsmanship from his father since he was a child. He never missed class. He listened carefully to every class, focused on his studies, and practiced hard.
But I just can’t practice swordsmanship.
In the end, Song Que got angry when he saw him and started scolding him without even practicing a few moves.
"It's a very novel sword technique. I can't understand your moves at all. Is this your own original move?"
"You really dare to practice blindly. Please don't put the garbage in front of me and let me see it, okay?"
"What on earth are you practicing? I feel like your mind is completely blank!"
"Can you have a clearer understanding of yourself? This sword technique is not something you can study at all!"
"Dad, have you seen my sword skills?" "Well, after seeing your sword skills, it's obvious that you don't pose any threat to the entire world!"
…
From the age of ten, Song Shidao, who had been beaten to nothing by his father, finally began to accept his fate. But as the only son of the Song family's Tiandao, he had to live without martial arts.
In the end, it was his second uncle "Earth Sword" Song Zhi who couldn't stand it and personally taught him swordsmanship and managed the family's various businesses, which allowed him to gain a foothold in the Song family.
"Fourth brother, how did dad win? Will the Sui Dynasty come back with strong soldiers and horses?" Song Yuzhi asked curiously.
Although Song Shidao was dressed as a scholar, he obviously had not enough experience. Thinking of the scenes on the battlefield, his face turned red.
"Little sister, my father's Heavenly Sword is the most undefeated sword in the world. With one sword in his hand, no one in the world can defeat him, not even the Sui Emperor's 100,000-strong army.
In the decisive battle of Cangwu, our army won ten of the ten battles, so Yang Jian had no choice but to send for peace talks with his father. Finally, he canonized his father as Zhennan Gong, and he will rule Lingnan forever." Song Shidao said proudly.
"Ah, dad surrendered?" Song Yuzhi couldn't believe it.
"Of course not. The envoy of the Sui Dynasty didn't even see my father. He only acknowledged it in name. My father just felt that the people in the world finally had a little peace, so he was too lazy to fight again."
Song Shidao held his head high and his chest high, looking proud.
"Meow!" The little yellow cat jumped on his shoulder, leaping high into the air like a big butt.
[Your dad is great, why are you so proud? Have you mastered your sword skills? 】
"Ah! Master Le, stop fighting. This time I took the fleet to Japan to do business and brought you some local products back." Song Shidao quickly begged for mercy.
Souvenir? The kind I thought of, soft, small, obedient and cute?
The little yellow cat stopped quickly.
"Meow~"
[Sensible, send it to my room tonight!]
"Hello!"
Song Shidao was able to become the current young master of the Song family at such a young age, so he was obviously well trained in how to deal with others.
At least I know one thing: Talking about feelings hurts money.
When the second brother left, Song Yuzhi held Master Le in front of him, looked at him with bright eyes, opened his mouth softly, and said softly: "Grandpa Le, what gift has the second brother prepared for you? Can you share some with me?"
?”
Miao Le looked at her with disdain.
How dare this little backup scoundrel make such an unreasonable request.
"Master Le, what do you mean by that look in your eyes? When I gave you a bath last night, you agreed to my ten requests."
Song Yuzhi felt aggrieved and pursed his lips. In the end, two tears actually flowed out of his dark eyes.
After taking care of Mr. Le for so many years, she didn't even order any gifts. The more Song Yuzhi thought about it, the angrier she became, and the more she cried, the more sad she became.
"Wow!"
Seeing the little scoundrel crying so sadly, the little yellow cat felt helpless.
After all, he is also a great master of the world. He bullied a little girl and even made her cry. If the news spread, it would not harm his demeanor as a great master.
Jumping onto the girl's shoulder, the little cat quickly comforted her softly: "Meow!"
【Have you not eaten? Cry louder!】
Song Yuzhi:???
…
A few days later, Song Zhi, the real butler of the Song family, the "Dijian", held a letter in his hand and walked through the pavilions, flowers and trees in the garden, and hurried to the Song family's holy place: the knife grinding hall.
Modao Hall is just a small courtyard, but it is only because the legend of the Song family resides here that it is known as a holy place in the world.
Entering the back door of the small courtyard is a winding corridor that crosses the pond and flower garden. Walk along the corridor, turning left and right. Looking in all directions, you will see greenery all over the garden. The scenery is different as you step, and the artistic conception is unique.
At the end of the winding corridor is a hexagonal stone pavilion, which is the center point of the pond and is connected by a stone bridge to the corridor surrounding the courtyard.
At the other entrance of the stone bridge, there is another space hidden inside, with towering old trees, dense, strong and full of vitality.
Song Zhi walked through the stone pavilion, crossed the bridge and climbed the corridor, and passed the second courtyard gate. His eyes suddenly opened up, and at the end was a magnificent five-bay wooden building.
A locust tree with a height of more than ten feet stands tall in the center of the courtyard, covering the building and courtyard like an umbrella, providing green shade everywhere under the sunlight.
The giant tree and the main building are integrated into each other, forming a staggered and towering shape.
Song Zhi took two slow breaths to calm down, and then slowly climbed up the white stone steps of the building with the words "Modao Hall" engraved on the plaque.
In the huge space of the Grinding Hall, a man stands in the center of the hall with his back to the door. No weapons are seen on his body. His body is as straight as a javelin. He is wearing a blue and blue robe that hangs down to the floor. He is as majestic as a mountain. His black hair is decorated with red on the top of his head.
Tie it into a bun.
The man had his hands clasped behind his back, and without even seeing the outline of his facial features, he already had an arrogant air, looking down on the world.
On the walls on both sides, there are more than a dozen swords of different shapes hanging on each side. On the other side of the door, there is a huge stone against the wall. It is shaped like a stalagmite, dark and smooth, and as high as the human body.
This huge stone is the world-famous whetstone. It is said that as long as the names engraved on it have become the souls of those who were killed by the sword of heaven.
Except for a kitten mark, of course.
According to what the eldest brother said, he spent more than ten years in seclusion just to defeat this strongest opponent.
Apart from the sword, there is nothing else.
"Brother." Song Zhi said respectfully.
The man turned around, his face was handsome, with a pair of shining, jewel-like eyes embedded under his thick and clear eyebrows. His calm and melancholy expression made people feel that this person was elusive.
The key is his aristocratic demeanor and the demeanor of a Confucian scholar. It is daunting and unattainable.
Coupled with his well-proportioned and graceful figure and Yuan Ting's posture, the intoxicating demeanor of a top master made Song Zhi's heart sway.
In the ten years since the Heavenly Sword was tested in Jianghu, countless heroes and witches fell in love with him just because of his temperament and appearance.
"You're here." Song Que said calmly.
"Well, brother, Yang Jian sent a letter of invitation, which invited me, the Song family, to send a direct relative to Daxing City for study and exchange." Song Zhi handed over a letter and said.
Obviously, it is a proton.
Song, however, did not accept the letter and nodded in agreement: "Let Yuzhi go."
Song Zhi was startled, hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to ask directly about his confusion: "Brother, I can't figure out why you lost to Sui Dynasty.
With your strength, even if you only have 10,000 elite soldiers, the army of 100,000 is just a bunch of chickens and dogs."
Lingnan and even the direct descendants of the Song family may doubt the strength of the Heavenly Sword, but Song Zhi clearly knows how terrifying the 'Invincible Heavenly Sword' is. Now even the three great masters in the world have not sent anyone to harass Lingnan, which is proof.
A great master, one man is the enemy of the country.
There was no eldest brother in the selection of the three great masters back then, just because he was too lazy to go.
Song Que put his hands behind his hands and went out, feeling the breeze blowing.
"In ancient times, no one has conquered the world as easily as Yang Jian. From the time when Yang Jian assisted the government to the time when he usurped the throne and established the Sui Dynasty, it only took ten months. The speed of success has never been seen in ancient and modern times.
Do you think you can do it if you want to?"
Song Zhi opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
In fact, he really felt that if he were Yang Jian, he would be able to achieve great success as an emperor. It was too easy for him to become the emperor.
Song Que walked forward and walked around Song Zhi's left side. His eyes showed deep emotion and focused on the locust tree in the courtyard. After a moment, he looked up at the sky and stretched out his hand to grab it.
"Heaven, how high is it?"
He asked endlessly.
"How thick is the ground?
“How vast is time and space, how vast is it?”
After a moment of silence, Song Que turned around and returned to the Sharpening Hall, grabbing the void.
"Qiang~"
Get the long knife.
After carefully looking at his friend, partner, and himself, Song Que placed the sharp blade on the black boulder.
"Shua, shua~"
The sound of sharpening knives echoed across heaven and earth.
Song Zhi also understood what his elder brother meant at this moment. In this world, we are just ants. It is too tiring to pursue those illusory fame and fortune.
But if Tiandao wants it, he can have it. But he can't get it when he asks for it.
"Brother, I know you think that as long as the Han family conquers the world, it will be fine. But what if Yang Jian cannot hold on to this country?
I will continue to train my soldiers and wait for the right time."
"Shua~"
Song Zhi raised his lips and left happily.
If you don't object, you agree by default. This is what Le Ye taught him.
Usually Le Ye would knock someone unconscious and then borrow money. This trick has been tried and tested, and almost no one has objected to it.
