As a result, as soon as I entered, I saw the headmaster and Master Huang's uncle, each with a serious expression on his face and silent.
At this time, Master Baimei put down a letter in his hand, looked at Sun Dazhi, and asked, "Why are you so impatient?"
Sun Dazhi looked at the faces of the two masters, opened his mouth, and finally said with a bitter face: "The young prince is gone."
After hearing this, the two people's expressions suddenly changed. They put aside the matters in front of them and focused on their positive expressions.
"Gone?"
"When did it happen?"
The two asked questions at the same time.
Sun Dazhi bowed and smiled bitterly: "It has been two days, I have asked my brothers to search all over the mountains and fields. After searching for a long time with no results, I came to report to the two masters."
Two days.
It's been long enough.
But the reason is that the prince always likes to run to the mountains. How could they have imagined that this young man would escape.
"Continue to send people to search carefully."
Master Baimei said in a solemn tone.
When Sun Dazhi heard this, he opened his mouth slightly, then bowed and said "yes" and stepped back.
Wait until Sun Dazhi leaves.
In the empty and quiet Kendo Hall.
Master Baimei picked up the letter again and frowned.
The man like a farm man sighed: "The prince's matter doesn't matter. He probably doesn't want to return to the palace. After all, he was sent to the den of tigers and wolves by his biological father. It's understandable that he has knots in his heart, but this letter...
…”
Taoist Baimei said calmly: "What is supposed to come will always come."
After saying that, he pinched the letter in his hand and turned it into ashes.
At the moment when the letter paper turned into ashes.
Thousands of sword qi collided out, reflecting the sword qi palace like a world of sword qi.
However, where Master Baimei was, not a single sword energy hit him. It was like a pillar that suppressed the sea and remained motionless for thousands of years.
Huang Liang looked at the sword energy clashing in the hall and couldn't help but remain silent.
Although the letter has been destroyed.
But he has also read the content.
Ye Taibai from Baidi City in the East China Sea.
Letter:
"I have been admiring the immortal name for a long time and looking forward to meeting you. I will teach you on August 15th at Diaoaoji in the Yulong River. I will not be disappointed if you follow the immortal."
The signature is "Ye Taibai".
This is a sword letter, challenging the real person of Tianzong to fight on Diaoaoji on the fifteenth day of August, the festival of "fish and dragon tide".
The meaning of the sword is hidden in the paper, but the younger generation treats them as equals, their sharp edges are exposed, and the one who comes is not good!
And when this letter reached Tianzong, I'm afraid it had already spread throughout the mountains and rivers.
The number one person in the martial arts world, Baimei Zhenren of the Tian Sect on Jian Tiao Mountain.
Perhaps in the eyes of martial arts people, the level of this battle is very different, but as two people who can feel the sword energy in the paper, they have a deep understanding that everything is the same thing as Zeyang.
After the sword energy gradually dissipates.
"I'm going down the mountain today to see him first."
Master Baimei stood up and said calmly.
"Senior brother, you..." Huang Liang was puzzled.
Master Baimei looked forward, his deep eyes passing through the Kendo Hall, as if falling on a man in white in the world.
that……
A man standing between heaven and earth like a sword.
"Don't say anything. I'm going down the mountain first. If the warrior comes up the mountain to ask for his son, you can entertain him."
The old man finished speaking and walked out of the Kendo Hall.
Huang Liang looked at this tall and powerful figure in his mind for hundreds of years in a daze, "You have taken over the most difficult job, so what do I have to fear when dealing with a barbarian?"
After muttering to himself, he looked at the shredded paper and ashes on the ground, and fell into a state of melancholy and recollection.
Ye family...
This is a grudge that happened more than fifty years ago.
At that time, the senior brother had not yet taken over as the head teacher, and the master had not yet died.
My senior brothers are still struggling in the world.
My head teacher, he has been mature and prudent since he was young.
The second senior brother is happy and playful, and treats others very well. All the senior brothers and third-generation disciples in the sect like him.
As for me, I don’t have any special skills. I am just a child from a farm family.
Junior Brother Song Chunfeng is different from the three of us. He is the youngest, but he is also the most talented among us.
When he was thirty-five years old, he went down the mountain and finally met Tianzong's lifelong rival, Jianzong.
When the two families met, they were extremely jealous due to their hundreds of years of enmity.
Junior brother really makes Tianzong proud.
He is the only person in the past hundreds of years who, as a disciple of the Tian Sect, defeated a disciple of the Sword Sect while traveling around the world.
In the past, people beat us, but we couldn't beat them.
Afterwards, the younger brother of the Sword Sect was defeated, and out of anger, he found a helper who was also a sword cultivator, and together they destroyed the younger brother's cultivation.
The sword cultivator's surname was Ye, and he was from Baidi City in the East China Sea.
The genius Song Chunfeng.
The following year, he died of illness in his thatched cottage at Bailian Peak.
That year, the head master went down the mountain and went to Baidi City to take away a life and a sword.
That sword is called "White Emperor".
In the same year, he took this sword to the Sword Sect and recommended it with blood and anger. He was willing to break through the Sword Sect's killing sword formation. At the cost of breaking the Sword Sect's killing sword formation with 18 swords, he took back the Sword Sect's hand from the Sword Sect.
The head of the scum.
He had been killed by Jian Zong a long time ago, and Ren Shou only wanted to retrieve the scum's head and pour a memorial ceremony for his junior brother.
"So I remember it so clearly." Huang Liang said to himself.
now.
Fifty years have passed since I was in a trance.
Since the ancestor Ye Baidi, the Ye family finally has another outstanding talent, because of a grudge fifty years ago.
He extended an invitation to fight for the Ye family's heirloom, the White Emperor Sword.
This is... Jianghu.
Retribution for injustice.
But he has the same confidence in his senior brother as he did fifty years ago when Shou came down the mountain and entered the two major kendo holy places in the world.
At that time, he believed that his senior brother could do it, let alone this time...
How can Ye Taibai, who has just grown up, be comparable to the sword sect's killing sword array?
The emergency search for people on the mountain is in full swing.
The world at the foot of the mountain was also abuzz. Not only was the news about Ye Taibai's invitation to fight, there were also several other news that resounded like thunder on the ground.
Just when the rivers and lakes below the mountain were bustling with excitement.
…
Three days later.
On this day, Qinglianfeng Mountain ushered in a mighty black-armored army, with a team of two thousand people.
The energy and blood smoke seemed to be boiling, soaring straight into the sky.
at the same time.
A roar that shook the mountains shook the two peaks of Tianzong.
"Old bastard, I heard that you lost my son! Get out of here!"
This roar is like a giant god beating a drum, shaking the mountains.
On this day, all the second-generation disciples of Tianzong who were practicing in seclusion all appeared, as if facing a formidable enemy.
On the White Lotus Peak, the beautiful young man was squatting on the ground looking at a bamboo.
When this roar spread across the mountains, birds flew wildly and wild beasts roared in fear.
As the bamboo swayed, the young man's heart trembled, he patted his chest and murmured: "Your father is really majestic."
After a while.
He hesitated slightly:
"You probably...don't even know...I let you go."
…
And in front of the White Jade Square, where he felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.
The swarming Northern Suppression Army, two thousand of the most elite Northland Wolf Cavalry, with black armor and overwhelming evil aura.
All Tianzong disciples, whether they were second or third generation, retreated in fear.
At this moment, Huang Liang, who looked like a farm man, walked slowly over and coughed softly: "Old bastard is not here, but my yellow hair is here."
"Stop talking nonsense! Where is my son!"
Lu Qi shouted angrily.
Huang Liang put up a smile and said: "Prince, don't be angry yet. You see this is the case. Let's analyze it carefully. You said that our Tianzong entertained His Highness the Crown Prince with delicious food and drinks. Why did he run away? This
There must be some truth in the middle, isn't it..."
Lu Qi's face darkened and he suddenly stared:
"What the hell do you mean? Are you saying that my son ran away because he didn't want to see me?"
Huang Liang still took the trouble to say: "Your Majesty, we have to be reasonable. You see that the Crown Prince is unwilling to go back. It must be reasonable. If we find out the reason, it will naturally be easy to find..."
"This is unreasonable! You have lost my son and you still dare to talk nonsense to me..."
Lu Qi was already feeling guilty, and now he was even more guilty after being analyzed. He suddenly became angry and roared out.
He stamped his feet in anger, causing the entire mountain to tremble.
"Try to reason with me again!!"
…………
As the young prince who caused such unrest in Tianzong.
At this moment, thousands of years away, he was about to do his first gratifying act in the world.