The Chinese landscape is unique in the south. Now is the early spring. The earth is sprouting with vitality. The mountains that have been silent for a cold winter are full of cheerful birdsong. The breeze blowing on the face carries a touch of freshness and life, which is very exciting.
I feel refreshed and refreshed
Among the mountains, there is a large-scale villa built on a beautiful mountainside. This villa is an old garden-style house, full of a rich historical atmosphere. The red walls and green tiles loom among the trees.
It can be seen that this manor has a history of at least hundreds of years. Although the villa has been repaired and built many times, most of the historical traces have been preserved.
This place is undoubtedly a paradise, far away from the noisy city, less hustle and bustle, more peaceful. The owner here is also a very important person, even the Taishan Beidou in the Chinese martial arts world, the head of Shaolin Wudang.
The owner of this villa must also be courteous because this is the Nangong family, and there is a swordsman here called the "Sword God"
Nangong Family Wanmei Villa occupies a very large area. There are two mighty stone lions in front of the vermillion-lacquered gate of the villa. They open their teeth and glare. In front of the stone lions, there are 108 stone stairs leading directly to the main entrance of the villa down the mountain. They can be opened day and night. They can accommodate seven or eight people.
People walked side by side and there was a banner on the inner door with the four characters "For the country and the people". Only those who serve the country and the people will be a great chivalrous person.
This manor is called Wanmei Villa because most of the trees planted in the manor are plum trees, and the mountain behind is a large continuous plum grove.
In modern times, knights have disappeared in modern cities. In order to make a living, few people are willing to spend a lot of time and energy practicing martial arts. However, among ordinary people, there is still a real existence of warriors and supernatural beings.
The world, it’s just that ordinary people don’t know it, let alone believe it exists.
In the inner courtyard of the antique villa, there is a boy about seven or eight years old standing under the plum tree in the courtyard holding a long sword. The boy is staring at the pink petals falling in the wind without moving.
Not far behind the boy, under the eaves, stood a middle-aged man in purple robe and a beautiful young woman. The middle-aged man had a slight beard and a stern expression, but his eyes when looking at the boy were full of love.
At this time, a cold light suddenly flashed in the courtyard, and a cold light was seen across the sky. A falling petal was immediately split into two. The boy turned with the sword, and the cold light suddenly rose, and the tip of the long sword turned into dots of cold stars, upwards.
flying shot
The middle-aged man couldn't help but smile when he saw the boy's sword skills. None of the cold stars formed by the boy's sword tip missed, and they all accurately hit a petal floating down from the branch of a plum tree.
The sword was a long sword, and the boy was extremely light and agile when using it. He did not appear clumsy because of his height, and his movements were not delayed at all.
"Dad, how about my move?" The boy put away his sword and shouted while running towards the middle-aged man with a smile.
"It's okay!" the middle-aged man said calmly.
"That's okay," the boy pouted, holding the middle-aged man's hand and shaking it, coquettishly.
"Son, don't listen to your father. What you did just now was great." The beautiful woman rolled her eyes at the middle-aged man beside her and said dotingly.
"If you close your eyes, you can still stab the petals floating down from the tree. This is the 'Flying Star from Beyond the Sky' move that you have mastered," the middle-aged man Gu Bo said casually without being surprised.
"If you don't look at the petals and draw your sword, can you stab the petals floating down?" the boy said with a surprised look.
"Of course it can be stabbed," the middle-aged man said slowly
"Chu'er is still a child. No matter how talented he is, he can't stab the falling petals accurately with his eyes closed. Do you think everyone can be as flawless as you, the 'Great Sword God'?" Beautiful woman
Angry
This middle-aged man is obviously the owner of this place. The beautiful woman Nangong Wuya, the famous "Sword God" in the ancient martial arts world today, is his wife Chu Wan, and the boy whose sword skills are not weak is their precious son Nangong.
Chu
Nangong Chu, the young master of the Nangong family, is talented and intelligent. He can read at the age of five and practice martial arts at the age of six. He is a rare martial arts wizard in the ancient martial arts world today.
"Dad, can you demonstrate it to me once?" Nangong Chu handed over the long sword in his hand and said with a mischievous expression. Since his father said he can do it, he must ask his father to give it a try to see if it is true.
He has this magical skill
Nangong Wuya didn't say anything. He reached out to take the sword and walked to the middle of the yard. However, he saw the breeze blowing, and another sporadic petals fell from the branches of the plum trees.
With his back to the plum tree, Nangong Wuya seemed to think that there were not enough petals floating in the air. He flicked his left hand back in the air, causing the old plum tree to vibrate, and the petals on the branches immediately floated down one after another, like the sky.
There was a rain of flowers
The petals are flying all over the sky, it's really beautiful
Nangong Wuya's long sword in his right hand swung back casually. Thousands of cold lights suddenly rose out of the air, shooting towards the rain of petals in the sky like meteors across the sky. The sword energy suddenly stirred in the courtyard.
It is the same move "Flying Star from Beyond the Sky", but it is really extraordinary when used in Nangong Wuya's hands. He moves the sword quickly and accurately with the two moves.
The cold light in the sky flashed away. Nangong Wuya's move was very fast, but it gave people a clear and unusual feeling. This move was clearly displayed in front of Nangong Chu and Chu Wan.
"How's it going?" Nangong Wuya walked slowly back under the eaves and said to his son with a smile on his face.
"Wow! Daddy is so awesome. I want to learn his swordsmanship." Nangong Chu is still a child after all, and he couldn't help but shout happily when he saw new things.
"Forget it, Chu'er can't learn such a superb swordsmanship now even if she wants to," Chu Wan said angrily. She is the second disciple of Yiyin Shenni of the Emei sect, one of the famous Emei Three Wonders in the world, and also uses
How could a master of swords fail to see the sword intent contained in Nangong Wuya's sword?
Nangong Wuya did not comment on his wife's words. He handed the long sword to his son Nangong Chuyi and said to him: "One day you will surpass your father, work hard!"
"Well! The child must become a master like his father." Nangong Chu took the sword and said firmly.
Nangong Wuya nodded and walked into the house. Chu Wan led Nangong Chu and followed behind Nangong Wuya. There are many gates and courtyards in Nangong Family Wanmei Villa. There are no less than dozens of courtyards inside. This courtyard
This is where Nangong Wuya lives.
After entering the house, Nangong Wuya sat down and took out a dark iron box from his body, looked at it carefully and started playing with it. He saw that the iron box was half a foot square, with five sides as smooth as a mirror, and only one side was covered with eight circular slits.
Divided into eight rings
The eight rings are all engraved with patterns, but these patterns are fragments and incomplete.
As soon as Nangong Chu saw this simple box, he shouted: "Dad, let me play with it."
Stretching out his little hand, Nangong Chu politely took the box from his father's hand. He immediately started fiddling with the box with great interest. It turned out that the eight rings could be rotated. Nangong Chu was playing with the puzzle.
What about the game?
Chu Wan said: "I'm talking about the child's father. Is this box really the treasure box of the universe?" Chu thought to herself, this box just looks heavy and long-lasting. Apart from the pictures and rings on one side, there is nothing else out of the ordinary.
place
Nangong Wuya pondered: "This box was obtained by chance by an ancestor of our family more than three hundred years ago. At that time, I don't know how many black and white people lost their lives because of this box."
Nangong Wuya then sighed: "Mei Wan, you must also know the origin of this Universe Treasure Box."
"Well, I once heard my master say something about this box when she was talking about martial arts allusions. I heard that this box was originally left by Zhang Daoling, the first generation of Celestial Master in Longhu Mountain, and it contains the Alchemy Book and the Fire Talisman.
, obtaining it can prove the immortality, but since Zhang Daoling passed away, no one has opened this iron box."
Nangong Wuya waved his hand and said: "What you heard is just nonsense. There is no way to verify who left this iron box. It's just that the reputation of Zhengdao has spread far and wide. It's just because of the name of Taoist ancestors that this treasure box has been opened once."
Chu Wan smiled and said: "It's interesting, let's talk about it." Nangong Chu, who was playing puzzles with a box, stopped at this time and looked at his father intently. He also had a strong sense of curiosity.
"Have Wanmei ever heard of the True Man of Chongyang Festival?" Nangong Wuya asked.
Chu Wan laughed and said: "How could I not know about Wang Chongyang? After Jingkang, the Taoist sect was divided into two sects, the north and the south, and Wang Chongyang was the ancestor of the north sect."
Nangong Wuya sighed: "Zhenren Chongyang is indeed the first-class figure in ancient and modern times. He is proficient in all three religions and nine schools. His martial arts cultivation is even more superb, surpassing that of his time."
Nangong Chu suddenly said from the side: "Is this the Chongyang Master who opened this strange box?"
"You're not stupid, little guy." Nangong Wuya showed a rare smile.
Chu Wanzhang said angrily: "Okay, you said he is not stupid, but you are calling me stupid?"
Nangong Wuya quickly said: "I didn't say this."
Chu Wan snorted and said: "So, this Qiankun Iron Box is quite interesting. Since Wang Chongyang opened the box, why did he have to close it again?"
Nangong Wuya said: "This is unknown. It is said that the treasure box can be opened as long as the eight ring patterns on it are put together into a complete painting. But over the years, in addition to the founder of Quanzhen Sect, Wang Chongyang, countless
No one with amazing talent and beauty can understand its mystery."
"Then how come you are so familiar with the story of this box?" Chu Wan looked at her husband with her eyes, and the look on her face seemed to say: "You still haven't told me?"
Nangong Wuya smiled bitterly and said: "Actually, hundreds of years ago, there were people in the martial arts who knew about these things, otherwise the martial arts people would not be willing to risk their lives to snatch this box."
"Is there really something in this box that can become an immortal?" Nangong Chu weighed the Qiankun Treasure Box in his hand, and said innocently, except that this box is a little heavier, and there is nothing surprising about it.
"Haha, the idea of gods is too vague. As long as you learn our family's traditional martial arts, I believe it will not be difficult to reach the level of Wang Chongyang." Nangong Wuya said to his son proudly
The Nangong family has been a family for thousands of years, and the martial arts passed down by the family must be the top mysterious skills in the ancient martial arts world. What Nangong Wuya said is not a big deal.