Great Dao Ji

There are 100,000 mountains in Qizhou.

There are rivers in the mountains, which surround the mountains like a jade belt.

Between the mountains and rivers, there is a green peak rising from the ground, with a cliff thousands of feet high, piercing the sky, like a straight long sword, and a waterfall hanging on it.

This mountain is called Jianshan, and there is a villa in it.

It is called Wanjian Villa.

Qizhou is located in the southern region of Dafeng. It is like spring all year round, and there is no cold current in the middle of winter.

Huhu~

The morning dew is heavy, especially in the mountains. In the misty clouds, there are sounds of swords breaking through the air.

In front of Wanjian Villa, in front of a cold pool of clear water, an old man stood with his hands behind his back.

He wore a green shirt, carried a long sword, had a thin face, and a tall figure. The most eye-catching thing was his hands, which were slender and crystal clear.

His name was Mu Qinghua, the younger brother of Mu Qingfeng, the Taibai Sword ranked second on the weapon list, and the nominal owner of Wanjian Villa.

Huhu~~~

On the cold pond, a small figure stepped on the water and drew his sword. The sword light cut through the mist, showing a cold light.

The man was dressed in white and looked no more than eleven or twelve years old. He swung the sword and the light flowed gracefully. He had already mastered the exquisite sword technique.

Huhu!

After a moment, the young man's body shook, the ripples under his feet spread, and he stepped onto the shore with a few drops of water.

"Grandpa."

The young man sheathed his long sword, with a trace of shame on his handsome face.

"Qingliu, how many years have you practiced sword?"

Mu Qinghua stood with his hands behind his back and looked at his grandson indifferently.

"To answer grandpa, six years."

The young man in white looked even more ashamed.

"You are the first among my peers in Wanjian Villa, but just like that, you can't inherit your great grandfather's legacy."

Mu Qinghua shook his head slightly.

This young man is his grandson, and also the most gifted disciple among the younger generation of Wanjian Villa. He started learning swordsmanship at the age of four, and at the age of eight, he could already defeat his two brothers who had been learning swordsmanship for more than fifteen years.

His talent, comprehension, and physique are all top-notch.

If he were not still young and not suitable for taking pills to practice Qi, he could have achieved it even by changing his blood.

He is also the one in Wanjian Villa who has the greatest hope of inheriting Mu Qingfeng's legacy.

That is why he would take out one hour every month to teach him swordsmanship.

"My grandson will work harder."

Mu Qingliu's face was tense, and his expression was very serious.

All the disciples of Wanjian Villa regard inheriting Taibai Sword as their lifelong pursuit, and he is no exception.

"It's not that you don't work hard enough, but your father is too strict."

Mu Qinghua smiled and said:

"When your great grandfather was your age, he was still running and playing in the mountains all day long. You are so young, but you practice swordsmanship for eight hours every day. It's too hard."

He saw Mu Qingliu's progress, but this way of training may not be good.

It's just that his son is too stubborn, so he can't say it.

"Grandpa, grandson likes it."

Mu Qingliu's eyes are clear, like sword light and autumn water.

"I know you work hard, but you just want to inherit your great grandfather's legacy, but it can't be done by hard work."

Mu Qinghua just waved his hand:

"It just so happens that your uncle is going out, you can go with him."

Mu Qingliu scratched his head. Although he didn't want to go, he couldn't refuse.

He could only agree sullenly.

Mu Qinghua smiled slightly, and the man disappeared in the woods.

Not long after, a white crane fell from the sky and landed in front of the cold pond of clear water.

"Third brother, come up!"

A young swordsman waved:

"It's so hard to get a chance to go out and play, hurry up!"

"Second brother!"

Mu Qingliu looked at his second brother Mu Fengliu, and could only sigh in his heart, and got on the white crane.

Only then did he see that there were many gift boxes on the back of the white crane, and he could also smell a strong medicinal fragrance:

"Second brother, who are you going to give gifts to? So expensive"

"No, it's Uncle Qi who's going, I'm just going with him. Have you heard of that blood demon, bah, Taoist Wang Quan? These things are gifts to congratulate him for founding a sect."

Mu Fengliu pulled his brother to sit down and said:

"Hurry up, time is running out, Uncle Qi may have gone far away!"

The white crane has already taken off.

"Taoist Wang Quan"

Mu Qingliu muttered to himself in the whistling wind.

In the past two years, few people in the martial arts world don't know An Qisheng, let alone the top sects like Wanjian Villa.

Naturally, he had heard his fellow disciples talk about this name more than once.

Not only the Six Hells Demon Sect, but also the Wanjian Villa, the Great Dragon Gate, the Moon Worshiping Villa, the True Gang Dao, the Extreme God Sect and other major sects also heard the news and moved, and all had people going to Fengzhou.

Witnessing the founding of the Divine Vein is also a symbol of the sect's status.

Even if they are not invited, they have to come.

Otherwise, if all other sects come, but he doesn't go, wouldn't it be embarrassing?

What's more, a sect founded by a Divine Vein Grandmaster, whether you make friends or not, you must get to know him.

Therefore, many residents of Nanliang City discovered.

In this midwinter snow, the number of martial artists coming and going suddenly increased, and the small Nanliang City was almost overcrowded for a long time.

Of course, the most lively one is still Yang Xiaotang.

"My goodness, this is going to tire me out! Running around is much more tiring than running horses or lighting incense."

At the entrance of Yangxiao Hall, the little monk Liuming, whose head was already covered with a layer of fuzz, couldn't help but stick out his tongue.

In the middle of winter, he was sweating all over.

If he hadn't had some skills, he would have collapsed on the ground.

This job of serving tea and pouring water is not for humans.

"God knows the Taoist priest didn't invite them, so why are these people licking their faces?"

Liu Ming cursed in his heart.

Just thinking about it, he sighed a little. Today was the day when Wang Quan Dao opened its gates, but the Taoist priest seemed to have no intention of accepting him as his disciple.

Even though I have been taught a Sanshou move, how can a Sanshou move compare to becoming a disciple?

唳~~~

Just as he was thinking about it, a loud and deafening roar of cranes suddenly came from high in the sky.

Looking up, he took a deep breath:

"Mom! There are two big cranes..."

The two giant cranes were two or three people tall. They were all white and had wings like sharp swords. They whizzed by and were blown by the strong wind.

Liu Ming trotted a few steps and looked up. On the back of the giant crane, there happened to be a young man in white who was about the same age as him looking down.

However, the giant crane flew extremely fast and disappeared at the end in an instant.

"Could this giant crane be the white crane from Wanjian Villa?"

"I'm afraid! It is said that Wanjian Villa raises many white cranes, and they even understand human nature and can practice martial arts!"

"Let me tell you, if the Wang Quan Dao sect is established, how can it be that no big sect comes to come! After all, he is the greatest grandmaster in the world!"

In Nanliang City, people were in an uproar. I don't know how many people in the martial arts world saw this white crane. Naturally, some people recognized its origin.

Although few people from Wanjian Villa travel around the world, it is quite famous. He is dressed in white and wields a sword, and his demeanor is much better than those of the great monks in Huangjue Temple.

"Liu Ming! Liu Ming, where are you going?"

A call came from the Yangxiao Hall.

Liu Ming, however, ran out of the city quickly.

Tieshan shook his head when he saw this. He could tell that An Qisheng had a special regard for this young monk, but he didn't seem to have any intention of accepting him as his disciple.

But I don’t know why.

Similarly, there is the little guy named Sun En.

"The place where the Taoist King Quan founded his sect is just a hill like this?"

On top of the giant crane, Mu Fengliu looked at the extremely inconspicuous hill on the edge of the snow-capped mountains in the distance, and was slightly surprised.

For tens of thousands of years, no matter in any period or in any court, the Grand Master of Shenmai is the one who is respected the most and ranks higher than the princes.

Although this royal Taoist does not seem to have developed divine veins, how can people in the world only focus on realm? Being able to kill four great masters with divine veins in succession, even if he is a person without internal strength, it does not affect his status in the slightest.

Even though most of the famous mountains and rivers in the world are occupied by people, with such an existence, everything can be taken at will. As long as you want to occupy that mountain and river, no matter the martial arts, the court or the people, even the original owner will never say a word "no". .

But Taoist Wang Quan only found such a small hill.

"Perhaps this King Quan Taoist is unwilling to occupy other people's mountain gates for no reason?"

Mu Qingliu guessed.

For tens of thousands of years, most of the famous mountains with good Feng Shui have been occupied by people, and there are few unoccupied lands.

"This man is so murderous, why would he care about other people's opinions?"

Mu Fengliu smiled hoarsely, feeling that this younger brother of his was too naive:

"Qingliu, you are the third young master of my Wanjian Villa. You are the one most likely to inherit my grandfather's legacy. You must not be so naive."

Mu Qingliu wanted to say something else, but suddenly heard a huge roar.

Roar~~~

The majestic roar of an ox or a tiger resounded across the sky.

Between the mountains, the air flow roared, and a huge thing that snaked more than ten feet suddenly rose into the sky, breaking through the heavy clouds and peering into the wind and snow.

There was a roar that shook hundreds of miles.

Dozens of miles away, the white crane had already let out a shrill scream and almost fell down.

The horrified Mu Fengliu turned pale and held his younger brother in his arms.

"Go down, go down!"

Mu Qingliu, on the other hand, although she was also shocked by the cold dragon, was keenly aware that the cold dragon had no ill intentions and seemed to just not want them to fly past.

He immediately slapped the giant crane on the back and made him fall down.

Not far ahead, the middle-aged swordsman stood on Bai He's back with his hands behind his back. After frowning slightly, he also scolded slightly and let Bai He fall to the ground.

Although they have never seen this cold dragon, they also know that this cold dragon is one of the mounts of the Taoist King Quan.

Huhu~~~

During the turbulence of the air, the giant crane landed.

"It's only more than ten miles away, so let's go there on foot."

The middle-aged swordsman glanced at his two nephews.

Mu Qingliu and the two nodded repeatedly.

But no matter how they drove them, the two white cranes could not move forward. The three of them had no choice but to let them go.

After a short hike, we arrived at King Quan Mountain.

After the two pavilions, there was a straight staircase leading to the top of the mountain. There was no frills at all, and the simplicity made the three of them feel incredible.

"When I walk around the world, where can I leave my sword?"

"Yes! This long sword of mine cost three thousand taels of silver and was made of cold iron. It is more important than my wealth and life. How can I hand it over to you at will?"

"We are here to congratulate you, and we have no ill intentions."

At this time, there were many people from the martial arts world gathered at the foot of the mountain carrying knives and swords. They were talking to a few disciples on duty, and it was quite confusing.

Mu Fengliu and Mu Qingliu looked at each other in surprise.

For everyone in the world, Kai Shuo, swords are no more than hands and feet, and very few sects ask for swords to leave their hands.

For example, in their Wanjian Villa, asking them to untie their swords is tantamount to provocation.

It is for this reason that the news that the imperial court wanted to acquire weapons from all over the world aroused the disgust of so many martial arts people.

Without swords, for many people who are good at weapons, they are like tigers without teeth. How can we bear this?

"Hero Mu Hanfeng of Wanjian Villa!"

"There are people coming from Wanjian Villa too!"

"Master Mu!"

As the three of them got closer, someone exclaimed and recognized the middle-aged swordsman, and many people even raised their hands to say hello.

Many people are also curious. The sword in Wanjian Villa has always been inseparable from the body. What should they do when faced with this sword-breaking stone?

Mu Hanfeng nodded slightly to everyone.

Walking along the road where the crowd spontaneously gave way, I walked to the pavilion.

In front of the pavilion is a black stone tablet embedded deeply into the ground. There are only three large characters on it, "Jie Sword Stone".

At this time, several people were looking at themselves in front of the stone tablet.

But it was Zhao Changlin from Jishen Sect, Mr. Lan Da from Baiyue Villa, Jin Tonghua from Dalongmen, and Yuan Baifei from Zhen Gang Dao.

"Brother Mu!"

When several people saw Mu Hanfeng, they all slightly arched their hands.

Mu Hanfeng also returned the greetings one by one, and then his eyes fell on the stone tablet.

Zhao Changlin and others didn't care, but were curious about his reaction.

"Sword solution stone?"

There was a ripple in the depths of his eyes.

The three big characters on the stone tablet seemed ordinary, but his eyes flickered, and he seemed to see a simple Taoist platform and a dark red guillotine in the stone tablet.

It actually contains an extremely powerful martial art that has given birth to spirituality.

This mark is concealed but not released, but it is not true. Anyone who steps over the stone monument with a sword will probably face a guillotine.

'Once this mark is activated, it is probably equivalent to a casual blow from the King Quan Taoist. With his strength, no one with his divine veins can take it.'

This thought came to Mu Hanfeng's mind.

Zhao Changlin and others may have also discovered this. The reason why they have not gone up the mountain is because they are not waiting for them.

He sneered in his heart and suddenly held the sword with his backhand.

Phew~

The air under the mountain gate suddenly became quiet.

All the Chivalrous Sect disciples who were picking up the guests looked tense and couldn't help but want to stop him.

Unexpectedly, Mu Hanfeng directly handed over the long sword with its sheath in his backhand.

"Master Mu?"

"Here, take off your sword now?"

Everyone present was in an uproar.

Unexpectedly, the first person to untie the sword was the master of Wanjian Villa.

The disciple of the Chivalry Sect was also stunned and did not dare to reach out to take the sword.

They have been traveling around the world for a long time. How can they not know who the person in front of them is?

People from Wanjian Villa don't like others touching their swords.

"call!"

Mu Hanfeng flicked his wrist when he saw that he was still not taking the sword.

I saw the roar of air, and the long sword was already sheathed in the mountain opposite.

"Everyone please!"

Mu Hanfeng waved his sleeves and robe and stepped up the steps.

Mu Fengliu and Mu Qingliu looked at each other, gritted their teeth, took off their swords, and climbed the mountain with the gifts in hand.