The Legend of Shushan Xuanjian

Chapter 1 Stunning
The weeds and flowers are full of sorrow, and the dragons and tigers fight for several springs and autumns.Raise your head, Wuyue, Qi, Qingchu, and Liang, Tang, Jin, Han and Zhou in a blink of an eye.All the people in the world are busy with their work, who is willing to rest before death.The virtuous and foolish know who is who for thousands of years, and the eyes are full of basil.

Before the world was in chaos, Shu was in chaos first, and the world was in order after Shu was in peace.

There are indeed many examples in history to prove this sentence.At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Liu Yan asked himself to be a shepherd in Yizhou. Later, he cut off contact with the central government on the grounds that the Wudou Mijiao caused chaos and blocked traffic, and became semi-independent. A group of separatist forces.

At the end of the Western Jin Dynasty, although the "Eight Kings Rebellion" preceded it, it was the Chenghan regime in Shu that took the lead in separatist regimes and proclaiming themselves emperors in the territory of the Jin Dynasty.The above is the proof of the first half sentence.

As for the second half of the sentence, Emperor Guangwu pacified the Central Plains and gained Longwangshu, and finally eliminated the Gongsunshu regime to achieve unification.

Bashu has been a land of heroes and heroes since ancient times.

Nine years of Tianbao in the Tang Dynasty, Bashu, Qionglai ancient road in Qingcheng Mountain.There are green forests and valleys, bursts of pines and waves; flowing springs and waterfalls, and gurgling streams.As the saying goes: "Yin Xia grows in Yuanxiu, and sunny scenery flows back. The cicadas and the forest are more quiet, and the bird singing mountains are more secluded."

"Father, how long will it take to get there?" An eleven or twelve-year-old girl in green clothes with long legs sighed as she looked at the endless winding mountain road.

"Soon." The middle-aged man with thick beard and hair beside the girl replied impatiently.

"Dad, I really don't want to come here."

"Don't be as self-willed as your mother!" The middle-aged man turned his head and yelled at the girl.

After the girl listened, she stopped talking and burst into tears.Qiang cheered up and followed his father up the mountain step by step.The father and daughter were silent all the way.

After walking for about another hour, the faint sound of the Guqin came to the girl's ears along with the sound of the stream falling into the mountain stream.After listening intently for a while, the girl stopped her tears and quickened her pace of climbing the mountain out of curiosity.

After turning around three roundabouts, under the cliff of Zhangren Peak, a row of majestic Taoist temples appeared, and bursts of applause came from afar.

The middle-aged man who was silent for a while finally said, "Here we are."

The Yanwu Ping of the Jianfu Palace, the main hall of the Taoist temple, is surrounded by an open green bamboo forest. Dozens of people in Taoist robes gather together, giving bursts of admiration and applause from time to time.

The girl's nature instantly forgot the grievance just now, and followed the middle-aged man into the crowd.

I saw two teenagers competing with swordsmanship under the accompaniment of the sound of the zither. The two of them were like the wind, flying back and forth among the bamboo forests like flying startled birds.The sword light is like snow, the sword light is everywhere, and the falling flowers are colorful.

After exchanging more than a dozen moves, the two of them separated from each other and stayed on the bamboo branches to adjust their internal breath.

One of the men was about [-] or [-] years old, dressed in green clothes, with a tall and slender figure, muscular and firm, with a bronze complexion, and a bit of heroism between his eyebrows, but his eyes were peach blossoms, and he had a bad taste, but he was The kind of energy that the girl Huaichun will never forget.

The other boy in white clothes is about thirteen or fourteen years old, fair and handsome, with clear eyes, he doesn't look like a martial arts practitioner, but like an obedient scholar next door.

After a short rest, the youth in Tsing Yi took the lead in attacking.He squeezed the sword formula with his left hand, straightened his index finger and middle finger, double clasped his ring finger and thumb, dragged the long sword obliquely with his right hand, and rushed forward in three big steps with "噗噐噐".The tip of the long sword was dragged quickly on the sand and gravel, sparking a spark, the momentum was overwhelming.

The young man in white didn't dare to be careless, he held his breath and concentrated, and pulled away his power frame.The body leans forward slightly, like a tiger pouncing on its prey.Holding the sword with both hands, holding the sword is like holding a wat.Pointing forward with the tip of the sword, it trembled vaguely, pointing to the vital acupoint on the chest of the young man in Tsing Yi.

One is aggressive like fire, and the other is immovable like a mountain.The wind fuels the fire, and a single spark can start a prairie fire.

As he rushed forward, the young man in green raised his sword from the ground and aimed at the boy in white's lower abdomen.The angle is treacherous, like a snake's letter hesitating.

The boy in white clasped his hands together and slashed down with his sword, "Splitting Huashan with all his strength", cutting off the attacking route of the boy's long sword in Tsing Yi.

When the long swords collided, lightning flashed all over the place, like a white room.

The white-clothed boy's mouth was numb, and he took three steps back.

The young man in Tsing Yi gained power and was relentless, his steps were like bows, his wrists trembled violently, and he stabbed three swords in a row, one sword was faster than the other.

The young man in white walked nimbly, with a sliding step, like a fish swaying its tail, "swipe" once, dodging the three-sword attack, waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.

Seeing that the young man in Tsing Yi was using his sword force, the young man in white didn't wait for him to close his moves, he drew an arc with his right foot, leaped in a fan shape, using the core of his spine as the axis, and using the power of his body rotation, he swung his sword and slashed at the young man in Tsing Yi's neck.

The young man in Tsing Yi blocked with his sword, protecting his vitals.He flicked his legs like the wind, and kicked the Huantiao acupoint on the leg of the boy in white.

This trick has both offense and defense, and won a lot of applause.

Beside the girl, a conversation between a young and old Taoist priest caught her attention:

"Master, who is stronger, Senior Brother Qin or Junior Brother Fu?"

"Of course it's you, Senior Brother Qin. He is the only one in Qingcheng who can practice Fengshen Jue in his teens. The founder of our Zhengjiao, Patriarch Dao Ling, only practiced it when he was in his 20s."

"Ah, Senior Brother Qin is so powerful?"

"No, Master Qingxuan thinks that you, Senior Brother Qin, are a once-in-a-century martial arts prodigy, and it is up to him to carry forward our righteousness together. That's why he asked Daoist Qingshi to teach you all the unique knowledge of this sect."

"Look, the legendary Fengshen Jue", the crowd cheered again.

The young man in Tsing Yi held the sword formula with his left hand, and drew out the sword flower with his right hand.With a shake of his hand, more than a dozen sword flowers scattered densely, like waves hitting a rock.

When the sword flower dissipated, the boy flew sideways to a green bamboo with a thick bowl mouth, stepped on his right foot, and then jumped to the top of the bamboo forest at a 45-degree acceleration following the strong rebound of the pillar.

"Fengshen Jue!" shouted the young man.

The top of the bamboo forest is where the bamboo leaves are densest. The bamboo leaves seem to be drawn and pulled by the strong wind. With a "swipe", they closely follow the figure of the young man, forming an emerald green vortex.

"Falling sword style"!
When the young man flew to the highest point, he turned around suddenly, his head was on his feet, and he fell at an accelerated rate. The fallen leaves under the bamboo forest were impacted by the energy of the young man's sword, and quickly spread out, forming a bigger and bigger circle.At this moment, the crowd of onlookers also felt the deep cold sword energy rushing towards their faces, and they all took a few steps back.

The young man in white couldn't resist this momentum, he quickly turned around and narrowly avoided the sword.

The man in Tsing Yi's sword move failed, and the moment the tip of the sword hit the ground, the blade suddenly bent. Seeing that the blade was about to bend to the point of breaking, the blade suddenly rebounded. With a sound, he flew out flat, passed through the bamboo forest, and stabbed the young man in white.

"Ah!" The crowd suddenly burst into exclamation.I saw that the speed of the young man in Tsing Yi's sword was twice as fast as before, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder piercing the sky.

Different from the elegant and free-spirited just now, the young man's sword was spinning at full speed, and he sprinted at an instant speed. The noisy crowd just now suddenly fell silent.

Obviously, the boy in white couldn't resist this move, so he could only step on Qixing and retreat quickly.When he was about to dodge the sword, someone tricked him, calculated the pace and rhythm of the young man in white's retreat, and secretly threw a pebble to the ground.

The last step the white-clothed boy landed on land happened to be on a smooth cobblestone. The sole of his foot slipped, he staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

Just this small accident, one step difference, prevented the boy in white from dodging the attack of the boy in green, and was smashed to pieces by the sword.The turban of the boy in white was swept by the sword, and his hair was disheveled immediately, in a panic.The steps were scattered, and he fell into the fallen leaves of the bamboo forest outside the circle.If the young man in Tsing Yi hadn't retracted his sword in time, he might have been splashed with blood on the spot.

Seeing the defeat of the boy in white, the man in green slowly fell down, holding his sword in his chest, with a holy expression.Like a white lotus flower slowly blooming...

Only then did thunderous applause and cheers erupt from the crowd.

The boy in white climbed up from the fallen leaves in the bamboo forest, spat out the grass stalk in his mouth, and returned the sword into its sheath.He held his head up, stubborn and unruly, with a face full of dissatisfaction.

The man in Tsing Yi holds a sword in his hand, looking at the "grey-clothed boy" with grass clippings all over his head, dust all over his clothes, and a messy mess, he is very dissatisfied.

He smiled proudly and said: "Junior Brother Fu, the mid-autumn exam is coming up, you still have to practice your swordsmanship, don't lose your talent to Qingcheng." After saying that, he drifted away.

"Senior Brother Qin's swordsmanship is really amazing! How about getting the true inheritance of the Qingcheng School!"

"Brother, give us advice anytime."

"Senior brother Qin, the juniors and sisters of the 'Shuo' word gate prepared a meal in the west courtyard tonight, you must appreciate it!"

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A group of people surrounded the man in Tsing Yi and left the sword-testing stage in a lively manner.

The girl in green clothes looked at the chic and majestic posture of the young man in Tsing Yi, and was shocked and moved. Many reluctance to go up the mountain had completely disappeared, replaced by the urge to blend in here.

"Perhaps, this place can change my fate..." the girl prayed silently.

(End of this chapter)