Collection of Worlds

"Second Mister? Jun Mo?" Shen Qingyun chuckled and said, "If Ke Haoran is still alive, maybe he is still qualified to let me draw the sword, Jun Mo..."

Jun Mo's talent is naturally needless to say, but it's a pity that he is too young and has not yet reached the peak. Now he is not qualified to fight with the sword master Liu Bai, let alone fight him.

At this moment, father Shen Fu rushed into the room in a hurry.

"Yun'er is back, you came just in time, Qinghe County is in chaos, Southern Jin secretly supported the water bandits to cause chaos, Your Majesty ordered me to march south"

"Southern Expedition?" Su Xuan worried: "Isn't Teacher fighting in the South? How could there be chaos?"

The teacher that Su Xuan was talking about was not her teacher but Shen Fu's teacher, General Zhen Guo Xu Shi.

"Alas" Shen Fu sighed: "It's not that the great sword master of the Jiange of the Southern Jin Dynasty made a move. The master was assassinated by the swordsman of the Southern Jin Dynasty and was seriously injured. Otherwise, His Majesty would not let me go south. Yun'er, in the first year of the apocalypse, you You can defeat Xiahou with a single sword, and confront Master Yan Se's talisman head-on, if you were to fight Liu Bai who is number one in the world, how sure are you?"

Shen Qingyun smiled, but he already understood in his heart: "Father, Your Majesty asked you to ask this, right?"

Shen Fu didn't hide anything, and said directly: "That's right, but I also really want to know how far my son has gone."

Shen Qingyun smiled: "Since you want to know, then I will go to the Jiange. I have hidden this sword for more than ten years, and it is time to show it."

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In the seventh year of the Apocalypse, the Tang State suffered a catastrophe, and many counties in the country lost their crops. Behind these things, the shadow of the Xiling God Sect can be seen faintly.

Xiling God Sect, under the mask of the golden helmet, the head teacher of Xiling, Xiong Mang, had a gloomy expression.

One side ruled that the high priest had just received a secret report, but it secretly annoyed the two rulers of Xiling.

Luo Kedi, the head of the Judgment Department, also knew that the two above him were in a bad mood, but he didn't have the guts to dare to disobey the order, so he continued to read on.

"The king of Tang took a tough attitude and suppressed domestic rebels forcefully. The general who conquered the west, Shucheng, garrisoned Congling, and the tiger watched the moon. The general who suppressed the country was stationed in the southern border. Swing the army northward and go deep into the King's Court of the Golden Tent, defeating the Golden Tent steadily. And..."

The more Luo Kedi read, the more he broke out in a cold sweat. He really wanted to strangle the secret report writer to death.

"What else, keep reading"

The displeasure of the ruling priest was written all over his face, which made Luo Kedi tremble in fright, and hurriedly continued to read.

"There is also Xiahou of the Zhenbei Army who opened the killing ring at the border, threatening that if the Yan Kingdom dares to invade again, it will burn the Yandu City.

Zhennan General Shen Fu healed from his old injuries, and his cultivation base once again broke through to reach the peak of the half-step martial arts. He led the Zhennan Army to Qinghe County, and his mysterious son, Shen Qingyun, also went south with the army. World War I"

"Shen Qingyun..."

When the head teacher heard the name, he interrupted Luo Kedi.

"Is there no information about him yet?"

Luo Kedi panicked, and hurriedly argued: "Headmaster, this person is really too mysterious. Many years ago, he severely injured Xiahou with a sword, and then healed Shen Fu's injury and disappeared without a trace. He claimed to be returning to the sect. But no one knows where this division is, and there is a fierce golden eagle sitting in the Zhennan General's Mansion all the year round, our spies can't get in at all."

"Trash, it's all trash." The ruling priest said angrily: "Immediately send more people. Since he is going south on this trip, don't give up this opportunity and find someone to test his background."

"Yes, Great Priest..." Luo Kedi could only bite the bullet and agree. As for how to do it, it was another big problem.

"No need, if you go, you will die." The head teacher uncharacteristically vetoed the decision of the great priest.

"Seven years ago, the spies stationed at the south gate of Haotian Road sent an astonishing news. There was someone who could compete against Suzaku of the Tang Dynasty. Even the well-tac-toe talisman of the great talisman master Yan Se couldn't trap him. I'm afraid that Xiahou's life will be lost."

The high priest who ruled disdainfully said: "I don't think this matter may be true. That little devil is so talented and short-sighted. It's probably because Yan Se loves talent and didn't let Suzaku kill him."

It is human nature to speculate that the adjudicating great priest, Shen Qingyun was only twelve years old at that time, no matter how talented he is, how powerful he can be.

"No." The head teacher said with lingering fear: "After the news came back, I went to Zhishou temple on purpose, and checked the Tianshu date book."

"What was the result?" The adjudicating priest naturally knows the magic of the heavenly book. The heavenly book records the masters of the world. Every person on the list is a top powerhouse in the world. The existence of the five realms will not appear even if it is a book of days.

"Seven years ago, he did appear on the book of days and ranked below Liu Bai, but he disappeared two years later."

"What?" The adjudicating priest asked in shock.

"Being under Liu Bai, doesn't that mean that the current him is likely to have broken through the fifth realm? Isn't Liu Bai?"

Ever since Ke Haoran died in Tianzhu, the sword sage Liu Bai realized that Dahe's sword will ascend to the top of the world, and it has been at the top of the life roll for more than ten years now.

"Advanced level is not equal to combat power." Xiong Haunted himself has broken through five levels and reached the level of apocalypse. However, if he is allowed to face Liu Bai, there is no chance of winning at all. He still has this bit of self-knowledge.

"Liu Bai may not lose, but this time is a good opportunity. Don't waste your manpower in vain. Release the news to attract Liu Bai's hands."

"Subordinates understand" Rock's enemy is already familiar with this kind of thing, and his subordinates acted quickly. It is much easier to pass on a message than to assassinate him.

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In the city of Qinghe County, the mighty Zhennan Army marched to Qinghe County. It is strange to say that as soon as they arrived, those rioters disappeared without a trace overnight.

Shen House

"Okay, good words." Old Master Shen looked at Shen Qingyun's words in surprise, with surprises in his eyes.

"Good grandson, good grandson, your writing is absolutely perfect, even the King Shusheng of Dahe Kingdom may not be much better than you."

Shen Qingyun heard the words of jealousy that sounded like a curse, but couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, who told him that the person in front of him was his grandfather.

Mr. Shen is in his sixties this year, but he is in good spirits. When he learned that Shen Qingyun was going south with his father, he went to Daying without saying a word, and brought his grandson back home, saying it was a test.

Thanks to Shen Qingyun's rich experience and astonishing experience, there is no need to say more about poems, books and articles, just copy a few sentences and fool them. A gentleman is proficient in each of the six arts.

Especially the book number two, not to mention mathematics, he can calculate wormholes, not to mention these elementary school students' application problems.

However, the calligraphy made the old man full of praise. Originally, Shen Qingyun's calligraphy could only be said to be eye-catching, and he didn't practice it deliberately. With the increase of his cultivation, he naturally took on some unique temperament when writing. A few moods.