Boil the heavens

People come from the world of mortals, so naturally they should be detached in the world of mortals, and he lives deep in the mountains, practicing alone, thinking that he can get closer to the way of heaven, is this really right?

Yan Fei just said a simple sentence, but Zhang Sanfeng was silent for a while.

"Little Junbao, if you don't speak again, I will leave!" Yan Fei interrupted Zhang Sanfeng's meditation anytime and anywhere.

"I'm sorry, senior. I'm getting old, and it's easy to be emotional about anything, and I always think about things."

What you said, Yan Fei stroked his forehead, who are you pretending to be old with, you little brat?

"Stop talking nonsense, get straight to the point!" Yan Fei interrupted Zhang Sanfeng, who was a little chattering.

As soon as the words were spoken, Zhang Sanfeng realized something was wrong, his wrinkled face trembled slightly, and after a fleeting moment of embarrassment, Zhang Sanfeng said naturally, "These people are all here for the Rain-covering sword. The Master Palace found the remains of the Tibetan Living Buddha who sealed the Sword of Rain, and extracted a trace of spiritual seeds that could unlock the seal. Therefore, the Palace of the Magician is escorting the sword to the ancestral land of the grassland to prepare to break the seal.

If the seal of the sword is released, it is true that if the Mongols cast an invincible strong man like the rumors, it will cause devastating damage to the Central Plains martial arts. The seal on the rain-covering sword. "

Rain-covering sword, this sword is actually the saber that Yan Fei used to seal Huazheng's sword intent and sword energy back then.

Back then, it was handed over to Wang Lin, and two years after it was finished, Wang Lin gave it to the generals below. Later, it passed through the hands of many people, because of its sharpness in cutting iron like mud, and the fact that it was rewarded by the emperor is of great significance. , but was very much chased by the great Chu generals back then.

But that's all there is, it's just a magic weapon that is chased by people, just like the two magic weapons of Yitian Sword and Dragon Slaying Saber in the world today.

Although people like it very much and want to snatch it for themselves when they see it, it is impossible to say that it is desperate for it!

However, after Mongolia entered the Central Plains, the little secret of Hua Zheng's sword intent and sword energy sealed in the sword was shaken out by the surviving Wang Xu and further exaggerated, the nature changed.

It is no longer a simple weapon, but a treasure that seals the invincible martial arts. It is the inheritance left to Mongolia by the founder of the Magician Palace!

What is Huazheng's status? She is a direct descendant of the royal family, the founder of the Magician's Palace, and her martial arts skills have been legendary by the Mongols to the extreme. How could the Mongols ignore the inheritance she left behind?

Desperate to get it back!

And how could the martial arts of the Central Plains give up the temptation of the invincible world?

In addition, the rivers and lakes in the Central Plains did not accept the rule of Mongolia, so Wang Xu's fanning the flames ignited the conflict between the two sides almost instantly.

As Wang Xu wished, the heroes of the Central Plains fought fiercely with the forces of the rivers and lakes headed by the Mongolian Magician Palace.

Both of them were injured a lot, but this world is the world of others after all, and the sword was still taken away by the magician's palace.

After the Mongols seized the sword, they regarded it as their king's sword and officially named it "Rain-covering Sword".

However, after so many years, the seal on it has not been cracked.

"Actually, I think they just want to grab the sword for themselves because of the rare opportunity!" Yan Fei chuckled, "But having said that, is it really okay for you to wait here? There are many roads to the depths of the grassland, but not only here One, there is no need for the Mongols to leave here, right? Besides, since the lockdown has not been lifted for so many years, I am afraid they are not in a hurry!"

"It is said that the spiritual seed is very weak and will be shattered at any time, so the Mongols should not let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As for waiting for the rabbit, this is actually just a stronghold. The road is already filled with masters of the rivers and lakes." Zhang Sanfeng said.

"Tsk tsk... It's just a sword, you guys are really free enough to make such a big commotion." Slightly shaking his head, Yan Fei looked at Zhang Sanfeng, "Speaking of which, Xiao Junbao, you also have feelings for the Rain-Fuying Sword interest?"

"Abbot Shaolin invited me out of the mountain. Seniors also know my connection with Shaolin, so it's not easy to refuse." After a pause, looking at the broken checkpoint outside, Zhang Sanfeng said with emotion, "Also, the abbot invited me to guard Zhenmeng Pass, here , used to be the place where I fought most unforgettablely, at that time my heart was moved, and I wanted to see it, so I came here."

0100 red scarf

Originally thought that this matter had nothing to do with him, but after hearing what Zhang Sanfeng said, Yan Fei suddenly felt that it had a lot to do with him.

He felt as if he had become a mastermind behind the scenes, manipulating everything invisibly.

"interesting!"

Yan Fei, who was originally not interested in everything in the city, suddenly became interested. He was a little curious about where the next plot would develop.

"Xiao Junbao, in the final analysis, it is the world of Mongolia now. With such a big fanfare, you are not afraid that others will do the opposite and annihilate you all?" At night, beside the bonfire, Yan Fei asked Zhang Sanfeng while eating barbecue. .

"Seniors, don't underestimate the strength and influence of us juniors." Zhang Sanfeng smiled, "Compared to the time when seniors reached the top and heroes came out in large numbers, today's Jianghu is indeed inferior, but the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and there are also talents coming out in large numbers. For so many years, the heroes of the world have been resisting Meng Yuan, and Meng Yuan has nothing to do with it, which is not unreasonable."

Although Zhang Sanfeng lived in seclusion in Wudang for the past 20 years and no longer cared about Jianghu affairs, but in the future, he is also a veteran figure in Jianghu who resisted Yuan Dynasty.

"Okay, as long as you don't blow yourself to death." Shrugging, Yan Fei, who looked indifferent, suddenly pointed to a 20-year-old young man with a red scarf around his neck in the distance, and asked, "Who is that red scarf?" New gang? Never seen it before."

A piece of red cloth is tied around the neck. Compared with the costumes of other gangs, this decoration is indeed a bit eye-catching, but this is not the focus of Yan Fei's attention.

The reason why Yan Fei paid attention to this red scarf was because of the way he tied it.

That kind of tie is the tie of modern young pioneers, this color and this tie, Yan Fei thought of Guo Jing’s son Guo Polu, in order to tease that kid, Yan Fei used the method of tying a red scarf to tease him, He was also taught to be a Young Pioneer.

"There is a bit of Guo Jing's appearance between his eyebrows and eyes. Could this young man be a descendant of Guo Jing?" Yan Fei suddenly asked whimsically.

"Senior, that's Guo Zixing, the president of the Red Scarf Society. The Red Scarf Society is located in the Bozhou area. It is a new sect established last year."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head, he has been practicing in seclusion these years, how did he know about the emerging forces in the arena, Zhang Cuishan replied instead with a handsome face and a bookish vibe.

"Call him over, I want to ask him a few questions." Yan Fei said to Zhang Cuishan.

Soon, Guo Zixing, wearing a red scarf, came over.

Under the night, in the light of the fire, Guo Zixing walked over with a young face and a simple and honest face.

The good man's face is very confusing, if it weren't for those big eyes that kept rolling around, Yan Fei would think that he is a simple and honest man.

"Senior, what do you need from me?" Guo Zixing looked at Yan Fei.

Although Yan Fei's age seems to be about the same as his own, but the Seven Heroes of Wudang are all called Senior, and Guo Zixing thinks it's okay for him to be called Senior.

"Do you know Guo Jing?" Yan Fei asked straight to the point.

"That's my great-grandfather, senior, how do you know my great-grandfather's name?" Guo Zixing, who had thought a lot beforehand, didn't expect Yan Fei to tell him this.

"Guo Jing is your great-grandfather, so Guo Polu is your grandfather?" Yan Fei asked.

"That's right, it's grandfather." Guo Zixing nodded and said.

"Is he still alive?" Yan Fei asked again.

"Grandfather is very powerful, so he is still alive. Senior knows my Guo family so well. How dare I ask senior, who are you?" Guo Zixing asked curiously.

"It's not an expert, it's an ancestor!" Touching Guo Zixing's red scarf, Yan Fei smiled and said, "That boy Polu is really good at rectifying, it was just a little thing to make him happy back then, I didn't expect it to be passed down. Interesting."

"Wait...you said your name is Guo Zixing?"

Suddenly, this name had another meaning in Yan Fei's mind.

He didn't know much about the history of the late Yuan and early Ming Dynasties, but he also vaguely knew that Guo Zixing was the leader of the warlords in the late Yuan and early Ming Dynasties. A large part of Zhu Yuanzhang's success was due to inheriting Guo Zixing's mantle.

Could it be that the young man in front of him...

"Senior, what's the matter?" Guo Zixing was puzzled and a little unhappy when the pattern was stopped.

After all, he said he was his ancestor, who would be happy if he changed it?