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Han River.
As the largest tributary of the Yangtze River, the water of the Han River is sometimes clear and crystal clear, and sometimes it is turbid and turbulent.
In Su Qinian's memory, during the twenty-seven years of sixteen years ago, the water of the Han River was much smaller than it is now, and the world was countless times larger than it was in memory.<
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People always have endless curiosity. Now, hundreds of people from the rivers and lakes have gathered on the bank of the Han River. They look at the Han River and at the foot of Zigai Mountain, wanting to admire the style of this generation of descendants of the Tibetan sword.<
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Su Qinian is also curious. The "Book of Changes" is the first of all the classics. It is the "Life-Suspending Knife" he is currently carrying, and even the specious first form of the "Subduing Dragon Palm". Its general outline is also an interception of "The Book of Changes".
There is a passage about the change of the universe in "Zhouyi". After "Zhouyi", there are more ancient "Xiantian", "Lianshan" and "Gui Zang" three Yis appeared in the world. They are all from an older era than King Wen. As for the creators and performers,
There is no way to verify it.
Up to now, only the Xizong lineage on Zigai Mountain has mastered the complete "Xiantian Yi", which has been passed down through the generations and seems to be traced back to the ancient tribal era, Fuxi, one of the leaders of the human race.
A generation of descendants of the Guizang Sword appears in this world. A dead tree crosses the river and points directly at Zhongxian Zigai Mountain. Needless to say, this will be a collision between two uncountable things.
""Gui Zangyi", "Xiantian Yi"..."
At the foot of Zigai Mountain, by the Han River, Su Qinian murmured, these two Yishu. He captured the words of people from all over the world and had some vague understanding. The descendants of the two Yishu competed with each other in almost every generation.
There are high and low. After several generations and more than ten generations, the two major heritages compete from the second-rate to the first-rate, and then from the first-rate to the top. Just to make it easy to count the highs and lows, it is a battle of orthodoxy.
Nowadays, "Xiantian Yi" also claims to be Fu Xiyi, and "Zhou Yi" was performed by King Wen. Only "Gui Zang" and "Lianshan" Yi have no clue and their origins are completely unknown.
"Arrived!"
Someone shouted in a low voice. Su Qinian looked up and saw a dead tree on the Han River in the distance, like an arrow, riding the wind and waves, rushing towards him like lightning.
On the dead tree stood a young man wearing a gray robe and looking a little dull. But from those eyes, Su Qinian seemed to see the ups and downs of everything in the world.
The young man was carrying a four-foot-long red sandalwood box on his back. Dots of gold stars were twinkling in the sun, and there was a dense purple air. Needless to say, the knife box must contain the world-famous Guizang knife.
"A psychic magic weapon. I really want to see it. If I can touch it with my own hands, I will have no regrets in this life."
"A hundred years ago, this Guizang Sword was ranked 100th in the weapons catalog. A hundred years later, it has ranked 95th."
"The Guizang Sword, the Xiantian Sword, has won and lost each other in the past dynasties, so it is listed in the 95th place on the weapon list."
Many Jianghu people lament that there are still some psychic weapons in the world, but those that can be included in the weapon spectrum are rare weapons in the world, and their mysteries are beyond the understanding of ordinary people.
"I just don't know whether this generation of descendants of the Guizang Sword and the Xiantian Sword can now have the power to control the divine sword and the divine sword in one strike."
Even if the divine weapon channeling is half the top, even some of the divine soldiers have been channeling for many years, even ordinary top soul masters can do nothing about it.
Needless to say, ordinary top soul figures may not be able to do anything about the magical weapon that can enter the weapon spectrum.
Is this dull young man the descendant of this generation of Gui Zang Dao?
Many people in the world are a little disappointed, especially some young men and women. They yearn for excellence and stunning talent, but obviously, the successor of the Guizang Sword in front of them has not given them such a sense.
The only thing that is gratifying is that I am young. I don’t look like a young person. I just don’t know how much skill and knife skills I have. I have mastered the essence of the Lianjiagui Zangdao.
Dead trees cross the river and stop on the riverside side of Zigai Mountain. The dead trees float and rise, and the dull young man stands on them, looking up at the top of the mountain.
At this stop, Su Qinian's eyes showed a solemn look, which ordinary people in the world could not detect, but he clearly captured a hidden edge, which belonged to the edge of the sword. Only by understanding the same
Only those who practice martial arts can sense the edge of a weapon.
"Little brother, I see you are also practicing swordsmanship, but you have to keep a close eye on the descendants of the Guizang sword. If it weren't for generational competition, how could we have such good fortune?"
This is an old man with gray hair and a face full of wrinkles from the world. He is standing next to Su Qinian, holding an old smoking gun and shaking off the burnt ash inside.
"Look, those are the sects and aristocratic families around Xiangyang City. When they entered Xiangyang Prefecture, they sent people to watch. Now they are all here, just to observe this battle."
The old smoker was talking to himself, regardless of whether Su Qinian was willing to listen or not, but some young people not far away gathered around and walked around the world. The older you get, the more valuable you are. It's not about how high your martial arts is, but about the three religions and nine streams.
All the ways are understood in the heart. For the younger generation, it can be regarded as a living legend story book.
"The old man is talking about those sects and aristocratic families."
A young man asked a question. His steps were shallow and deep. Su Qinian could tell at a glance that he had not mastered the foundation building skills and had not yet tempered his muscles and bones. Most of these young people were practicing "Grunting Horse".
Jin"'s ordinary family background.
"Haha, listen up, kids, those are the Youqi Sword Zhifeng Family, Zizhu Gang, Zhenquan Sword Sect, Lu Mingdao Xiao Family..."
The old man named a series of sects and aristocratic families, including first-rate, second-rate, and third-rate. Most of them were from many sects and aristocratic families in Xiangyang Prefecture. The heirs of the two top lineages, the battle they had been waiting for for many years had finally arrived.
Perhaps this is not the last battle, but it represents the beginning of the victory or defeat in this generation between "Gui Zang" and "Xiantian".
"Hey, it's a pity that the threshold of these aristocratic families and sects is always so high, and those of us with one or two levels of "Benma Jin" cultivation can't even look down on them."
"No, no one can eat meat every day these days, not to mention the tonic monster meat. If I can do that, I can also reach the fourth level of "Galloping Horse Strength", no! The fifth level!"
This group of young people seemed to be quite frustrated. Someone noticed Su Qinian, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, saying: "Brother, you have come out to travel in the world at such a young age. I would like to advise you to go back home as soon as possible.
The road is dangerous, and your head will be tied to the waistband of your pants any day, and you might be picked off by someone one day, or fall into the belly of a monster. I have parents at home, so I can’t travel far."
This is a young man who looks a little slutty. There are many patches and some rips on the coarse cloth robe. He has rolled up sleeves and carries a rough iron sword with fine notches on his back, tied to his back with only a piece of cloth. After hearing the young man's words, the group of young people who were originally very interested in asking for information about the old smoker became somewhat silent. Some people seemed to have thought of something and sighed softly.
There are too many people chasing dreams, and they are just a small clump of weeds among them. The wild fire cannot burn them all, but when the spring breeze blows, what emerges again will no longer be them.
Su Qinian smiled and said: "Only when you have dreams can you have a heart, and when you have a heart can you have feelings. If your parents are here, you can return home from a long journey, as long as you have a heart."
As long as you have the will?
A group of young people chewed on these four words, and then looked at Su Qinian's eyes a little strange. This young man who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old could actually say such a thing. Looking at him in a dark green robe, he didn't look like that.
They are children from some famous family. At least they don't have the arrogant and condescending temperament they sometimes feel.
Only the long knife wrapped in green cloth with a simple handle looked like it could be worth a few taels of silver.
"Here it comes! Look! Someone is coming down from Zigai Mountain!"
Suddenly, there was an explosion of people's voices on the side of the Han River. Su Qinian felt something in his heart and looked towards the cliff of Zigai Mountain facing the Han River.
A piece of green gauze is jumping on the cliffs, as if walking on flat ground. Every step down seems to exhaust the mountain energy, integrating with the energy of the Zigai Mountain. It is impeccable and cannot find a flaw.
"Hey, you found it so quickly."
The arrogant young man followed Su Qinian's gaze, which was a little blurry, but needless to say, he must be the successor of the Xiantian Sword of Xizong's generation.
The nearly 200-foot-tall Zigai Mountain, which took only more than ten breaths to practice, turned out to be a woman as graceful as jade, with an extremely beautiful face, about twenty-nine years old.
The long green gauze skirt is tied around the waist, with green silk like a waterfall, a beautiful nose like jade, and a graceful figure like the rippling breeze, especially the pair of eyes that are calmer than autumn water, which seem to contain the clouds of the nine days in them, watching the changes in the wind and clouds.
Unwavering.
No movement was seen on his part. A section of green bamboo on the bank of the river broke off, flew up in the air, landed just under his jade feet, and then landed on the calm, slightly rippling river water.
Xizong of Zigai Mountain, the successor of this generation of Xiantian Sword, is actually such a young and stunning woman?
On the bank of the Han River, a group of people from the martial arts community gathered together could clearly see that behind this beautiful woman in a green gauze dress, she was also carrying a purple pear sword box about four feet long.
In the sword box, it seems to be the innate sword that is also ranked 95th in the weapon spectrum.
Guizang Sword! Xiantian Sword!
This martial arts or magical weapon that contains the essence of two Yishu, the two descendants of this generation have finally appeared in the world.
"Walking on water and gliding waves requires a lot of martial arts skills. I heard that it is only possible to do it if you have mastered the internal energy and mastered the power..."
The arrogant young man murmured, looking at Su Qinian again, but ignoring him, his eyes solemnly fell on the river.
When he lowered his gaze again, on the water of Han River, the man and woman took action almost at the same time without saying a word.
A dead tree stood near the river. A dull young man from the Guizang Daolian family scooped up a bucket of river water. He waved his hand and sprinkled it out. The dripping water turned into a knife, glowing with ripples. The blade was rough and long enough. The air was torn, and a pale streak was drawn out.
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