Fantasy: Storytelling about the crying saint, the beginning of the Barren Heavenly Emperor

At this moment.

In the entire Qifu Inn, countless eyes gathered on Ning Chuan’s face.

Some of the owners of these gazes have been silent for decades, and they were the previous generation of Tianjiao who had also lived in the Nine Xuan Realm.

Some are ancient qi practitioners who once killed the poisonous tan dragon.

And the Dayan royal family from Zhongzhou.

And so on and so forth.

If these gazes are condensed on any person, that person will not be able to withstand it, and his legs will be weak.

On the high platform, Ning Chuan was calm and calm, and his expression was flat.

Ning Chuan lowered his head, glanced around at everyone, did not delay at all, and said directly in a deep voice:

“The sword is not worn, and it is already a river and lake to go out!”

“The third place in the Tianjiao list – Jianzuka Jianzi Shen Liang!”

“Jianzuka Jianzi, formerly known as Shen Liang, congenital sword body, pulled out the demon sword in the sword cairn and destroyed it, famous all over the world!”

“Shen Liang was born in an ordinary mortal family, and he liked to practice swords since he was a child, and his mother Shen often taught him that he had to take the test for fame in order to get rid of his fate and get out of this yellow land.”

“But Shen Liang was really not interested in studying and taking the test for merit, and every time he took advantage of herding cattle for his family, he would chop grass and trees in the mountains as a sword practice.”

“For some reason, from the first moment he held the hilt of his sword.”

“He knew that sooner or later he would be the leader of that kendo!”

“Later, a demon attacked the village, and Shen Liang’s family all died tragically in the mouth of the demon.”

“Shen Liang, who escaped because he went out to herd cattle, buried his parents at the head of the village in grief and indignation.”

“At that moment, a realization welled up in his heart.”

“Reading can’t save his parents, only sword practice can!”

“The young Shen Liang, carrying a wooden sword, began his path to study from then on.”

“He once stepped through the mountains and rivers and came to the Ten Thousand Swords Villa, just to worship the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain Villa and seek the body of a swordsman.”

“It’s just a pity that when the old owner of Ten Thousand Swords Mountain Villa saw that Shen Liang was carrying a wooden sword and did not have the slightest cultivation on his body, he directly drove Shen Liang out.”

“Later, Shen Liang stepped all over the mountains and thousands of snows and came to the Nanli Sword Sect, just to be able to step into the sword path, even if it was inside, and be a sword boy.”

“But the people who left the Sword Sect in the south, seeing Shen Liang’s unkempt face and ragged clothes, should only be a little beggar who wants to blend into the sect, let alone let Shen Liang enter the sect.”

“Directly outside the sect, he taunted Shen Liang, and then drove him out of the mountain gate.”

“On this road, Shen Liang slept in the wind and snow, sought food with tigers, and I don’t know how many life and death dangers he has experienced.”

“Along the way, Shen Liang discarded a lot of things, but the only thing he didn’t throw away was the wooden sword that accompanied him throughout his childhood.”

“Finally, he heard that there is a kendo sect called Kenzuka, and there, there may be a chance.”

“So, Shen Liang trekked all the way to the gate of the sword tomb.”

“When the man in the kenzuka asked him why you practiced your sword.”

“Shen Liang, who had been kneeling for three days and three nights at the gate of the sword tomb, and his legs were already bloody, hesitated for a while, and whispered a word.”

“Sir, believe it or not, but from the moment I hold the hilt of the sword, I know that sooner or later I will be the leader of that kendo. 】”

“That person from Jianzuka did not mock or ridicule when he heard this, but took a deep look at Shen Liang.”

“Shen Liang, on the other hand, said a word again after kowtowing.”

“[Sir, I have traveled a long way, suffered a lot, and gone through storms and muddy all the way to come here and let you see me.] I don’t ask you to accept me, only that you can give me a chance. 】”

“The man of the sword tomb was silent, and Shen Liang, who was like a beggar, was brought into the sword tomb.”

“He told Shen Liang that the Kenzuka generation only recruits one disciple, and that disciple is the contemporary Jianzi!”

“And if you want to become a sword, the first step is to survive!”

“He led Shen Liang into the dungeon, where there were many people like him who wanted to worship the sword tomb.”

“Then the fight began.”

“In the dark dungeon, no one knows what is going on inside.”

“Until three days later.”

“The man of the sword opens the dungeon.”

“A beam of light shot in from above the dungeon.”

“A thin young man, holding a sword in his hand, covered in blood, covered in scaly wounds, standing alone in the middle of the corpses.”

“He stumbled to his feet, turned his head sideways, and on his bloodstained face, he smiled brightly at the man of Kenzuka.

“[Sir, look, I said I would be the leader of that kendo, and I didn’t lie. 】”

“The people of the sword tomb fell silent and took Shen Liang out of the dungeon.”

“From now on, there will be one less beggar Shen Liang who came out of the mountains in this world.”

“One more kendo Tianjiao, Kenzuka Kenko!!”

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……

When Ning Chuan said this.

The entire Qifu Inn was already silent and death-quiet.

Kenzuka Kenko, ranked third on the Tianjiao list.

This ranking, in fact, many people guessed, they are not surprised.

They just didn’t expect that.

This outside rumor, Kendo Tianjiao, who was born in Kenzuka, turned out to have so many stories behind it.

He used to sleep in the wind and snow and seek food with tigers for many years.

He has traveled through mountains and rivers, and traveled through thousands of mountains and snows, just to obtain the way of the sword.

[Sir, whether you believe it or not, but when I first held the hilt of the sword, I knew that sooner or later I would be the leader of that kendo! ] 】

[Sir, I have traveled a long way and suffered a lot so that you can see me, I only ask you to give me a chance! ] 】

These two sentences inexplicably made the people at the scene feel a little blocked.

A table in the middle of nowhere.

“It turns out that… Your name is Shen Liang, it turns out that you were you back then, and you had come to Ten Thousand Swords Villa. ”

The young owner of Ten Thousand Swords Mountain Villa had a stunned face and a complicated complexion.

He remembered.

When he was a child, he was dressed in brocade and recited the sword sutra by the fire.

There was once a beggar boy, carrying a wooden sword, limping over from the heavy snow.

Finally, he knelt at the gate of Ten Thousand Swords Villa, just hoping to be a swordsman.

And his father, standing at the gate of the villa, looked down on the boy kneeling in the snow, and said a word of incomparable arrogance and contempt.

“Swords, is it also something that inferior people like you can practice?”

After that, his father closed the gate of Zhuangzi and turned in to warn him:

“See? If you don’t practice your sword well, you will end up with this little beggar in the future. ”

“Today’s Sword Sutra is being copied a hundred times.”

Finally, until late at night, the spark dimmed.

Only then did he see that the teenager was coughing violently while dragging his already frozen body away.

On top of thick snow.

Leaving behind the blood that the boy oozed from kneeling on the ground for too long.

After this.

He told himself that he must practice his sword well and not end up like this little beggar.

……

“Father, did you see that? The little beggar who was rejected by you and scoffed at back then, is now the younger generation of Kendo Tianjiao! ”

The young owner of Ten Thousand Swords Mountain Villa looked up at the sky and said softly.

At this moment.

Inexplicable.

He no longer had the mind to fight Kenzuka Kenko.

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[The author stayed up late to make up the manuscript, and I apologize to everyone again.] 】