Michiko

"clang--"

The sharp long sword passed by the servant boy's cheek, and plunged straight into the ground behind him, most of the sword body was buried in the ground.

"Ah!" The waiter screamed and fell to the ground, the tray in his hand fell down, and the exquisite snacks on the plate fell to the ground and shattered.

"Guanyan, are you alright?" The young man who was the culprit hurried over, squatted in front of the servant boy, stared at his face left and right.He looked at it for a long time but didn't see any scars, so he breathed a sigh of relief, "Why are you running around? It's so dangerous, you were almost injured."

"But, but...Young master, you asked me to deliver the snacks..." The servant boy stammered, he hadn't recovered from the stimulation just now, and he was a little dazed, if it was normal He must not dare to talk to the boy like this.He was just a servant.

"Hey, my Mo family has practiced swords for generations. As a servant of the Mo family, don't you know that the master should not be disturbed when practicing sword?" The boy stretched out a finger and poked the servant boy's face that had not yet faded from the baby fat, " Xiao Guanyan, you have to have the courage to admit your mistakes, understand?"

"Young master, young master..." The servant boy shook his head from being poked.

"Don't bully him." A hand patted the boy on the head from behind.After suffering a blow to his head, the boy reflexively stopped poking the servant boy, and turned his head to look behind him.

The visitor's appearance was exquisite but not feminine, as if every inch and minute was carefully crafted by the heavens.

He has a pair of eyes that are enough to fascinate people, the corners of the eyes are slightly upturned, slender but not too small.When those eyes look at people, there seems to be a stream of light passing by. If they go to the cold and change into a moving light, I don't know how many men and women will be captured.It's a pity that the expression on his face is always light, even when he smiles, the corners of his mouth are only slightly curved.

He was against the light, dressed in white, and held a branch in his right hand.The branch was freshly broken, and the leaves on it were green and even wet with the morning dew.

"You're right, you have to have the courage to admit your mistakes." The boy in white imitated the boy's poking action and poked the young master of the Mo family's face with a branch, "Ling Yan, I picked you up with the sword just three times ago, You almost hurt Guanyan, so you know it was a mistake for you to be lax?"

"Xuanyang, you have wronged me." Mo Lingyan spread his hands and said, "Your swordsmanship is excellent. It is the limit for me to defeat you with three moves. How can I be lax?"

"Oh? How did I hear that someone who practiced swords since childhood is a rare talent, and was appointed as a disciple by the first sword cultivator of the first sect of cultivating immortals?" Xie Xuanyang raised his eyebrows, with the vigor of a young man, quite jokingly Asked, "The No. 1 disciple of sword repair has only three strokes under the hands of ordinary people in my class?"

Xie Xuanyang asked three sentences, every word was heartbreaking, Mo Lingyan was crying when he heard it.Mo Lingyan covered his heart with one hand, and waved the other repeatedly, "Stop it! Stop it! Xuanyang, Brother Xuanyang, let me go, stop comparing me with you."

Xie Xuanyang's swordsmanship is superb, just with a seemingly light swing of a branch, it is enough to chop off a big tree that several adults can't hug.Ming Ming has already mastered swordsmanship at a young age, but as a master of his generation, he always likes to call himself an "ordinary person".

How can ordinary people compare to this?However, Xie Xuanyang has no self-knowledge. For so many years of humble words, he himself is sincere, but he doesn't know that every sentence seems to stab a knife in the heart of a lively friend.

Mo Lingyan was also praised as a genius.

However, in front of Xie Xuanyang, it was not enough to look at.

Xie Xuanyang is about the same age as his friend, but his friend has just started apprenticeship and formally started to practice swordsmanship, and he has already been regarded as a master of swordsmanship by the battered Mo Lingyan.

This is probably the difference between the proud son of heaven and the passers-by?

Mo Lingyan, who had read too many rivers and lakes picture books, thought so, and couldn't help but look at Xie Xuanyang with resentment, "Xuanyang, come, tell me your secret."

"What?" Xie Xuanyang asked blankly.

"Are we good brothers? Tell me how to become like you." Mo Lingyan held Xie Xuanyang's hand in both hands, staring at him intently, "Are you going to jump off the cliff to experience life and death? Do you absorb the majestic energy of heaven and earth every morning? Or just drink dew and eat fresh grass?"

"You mean sword cultivation?" Xie Xuanyang looked down at the branch in his hand, then at Mo Lingyan, then withdrew his hand that was held by him, and stuffed the branch into his hand, "It's not what you said. "

"What is that?" Mo Lingyan asked tirelessly.

"Practice your sword hard and make progress every day. Keep your feet on the ground and don't read the Jianghu storybook." When Xie Xuanyang said this, his expression was serious and his eyes were deep.Mo Lingyan couldn't tell if he was joking.

How did Xie Xuanyang know that he read Jianghu story books?Hearing this, Mo Lingyan felt guilty for a while, her eyes fluttered.He originally thought that according to Xie Xuanyang's temperament and habits, he would never touch things like Jianghu storybooks, and he would not know what was written in them. He could still fool Xie Xuanyang when he was in a hurry.

"The script won't write these things." Mo Lingyan struggled, "Xuanyang, don't talk nonsense if you haven't read it."

He remembered that Xie Xuanyang once said that he had little contact with outsiders since he was a child, and he followed his father to practice swords as long as he could remember.

"I haven't read it before, but it doesn't mean I don't know what will be written in it." Xie Xuanyang is a small swordsman, and his schedule is correct, but he left home many years ago and traveled westward to the imperial capital of Xiliang. What he saw along the way There is a lot to hear and feel.Although it seems to be out of the ordinary, in fact his life experience may be far wider than that of Mo Lingyan, so how could he not have heard those weird and unrealistic stories?

Seeing that he couldn't be fooled, Mo Lingyan had no choice but to give up.After all, he was also the eldest son of the Mo family, an aristocratic family that even the Xiliang royal family was courteous to three points. At this time, he raised his hands above his head with his palms out, making a gesture of surrender.

"Okay, okay, I admit it." Mo Lingyan hissed and curled his lips, "It's not like I'm going to the world of cultivating immortals in a few days. I heard that there are no scripts there. I hurried to read those stories. Keep it in your mind, and when you join the sect and worship as a teacher, you should think about it while practicing to pass the time."

This is something that my friends can do.Xie Xuanyang sighed helplessly in his heart, but his tone turned up and he asked back: "Do you still have to be distracted to pass the time while practicing?"

"Ah... No, no, no, I mean, I will listen to the future juniors and younger sisters when I have time, and let them pass the time." Accidentally slipping his thoughts, Mo Lingyan couldn't help laughing a few times, and quickly explained.

"You don't even concentrate on your practice, don't you think that no one will take care of you when you leave home?" Xie Xuanyang sighed, "If you are really like this when you enter the sect, I will definitely tell His Highness the Third Prince."

"Ah? Cousin?!" Upon hearing this, Mo Lingyan covered his face and let out a scream, "Don't! Xuanyang, don't tell cousin, I beg you!"

Although the third prince of Xiliang is always an old god, he is more like an old man than his grandfather, and he is not even interested in the seat of the Ninth Five-Year Lord, but he is vigorous and resolute in managing Mo Lingyan's affairs.Mo Lingyan was not afraid of his father, not his grandfather, but his cousin—after all, he was caught lazily practicing sword practice when he was young, and was often beaten by the prince.

Mo Lingyan wailed for a long time, "Xuanyang, good brother, you must help me... Wait, Xuanyang, you mean you want to go to Tianxianzong with me?"

This news was enough to make Mo Lingyan so pleasantly surprised that he forgot his fear of his cousin.He never mentioned to Xie Xuanyang to let him go to the sect to practice with him, but every time Xie Xuanyang refused.Unexpectedly, now he has changed his mind!

Mo Lingyan was overjoyed and jumped three feet high.With Xie Xuanyang, what Jianghu story book do you need?What time do you have to kill during practice?

Suddenly he froze, "No, Xuanyang, how do you go?"

The Heavenly Title Sect holds a gathering of disciples every hundred years, but it has been a year, and if you want to pass the meeting, you have to wait for nearly a hundred years.Mo Lingyan was able to worship because of the long-standing good relationship between the Mo family and the Tianxianzong.

There are four countries in the Jiuhua Continent, and behind each country there is a master of cultivating immortals.Immortal cultivators seldom interfere with mortal affairs, and the aristocratic family is the bridge between the country and the immortal sect.The Mo family is such a family in Xiliang, they have been friends with Tianxianzong for generations.The children of the clan are free to practice swordsmanship, and the outstanding people of each generation will be accepted by the Heavenly Title Sect at a certain age.

Mo Lingyan is the younger generation of the Mo family accepted by the Tianxian Sect.

"His Royal Highness, if you want to join the sect, you can also be recommended by the family besides passing the apprenticeship meeting." Xie Xuanyang said, "I heard that your family needs help with something, so I will go to answer it."

Every April [-]th is when the yin energy is at its peak. On this day, the gate of the yin opens wide at midnight, and countless ghosts gush out.The location of the vulva door is uncertain, the location opened this year is in the center of Mojialin Town, there must be countless casualties at that time.

Xie Xuanyang has some knowledge about formations. Although the Mo family is good at swords, they can kill ghosts and ghosts, but they are not enough to kill tens of thousands with a few people.It takes seven to seven forty-nine days to set up the yin formation, and when they learned the location of the yin gate, there were only ten days left until April 49th, and the time to invite good people to come and set up the yin formation was far from enough.

Although this time is too short for ordinary formations, it is too long for Xie Xuanyang.

In addition to the yin-avoiding formation, he also knew another formation called the Yin-Yang Retrograde Formation.This formation is better able to protect mortals from Yin Qi than its Yin Avoidance Formation.

How powerful is this battle?Except for Xie Xuanyang himself, no one knows.

For ordinary people, the Yin-Yang retrograde array is unheard of.You can know the sky-defying features of this formation just by hearing about it, let alone seeing it with your own eyes.The scene is shocking, and the Mo family who were lucky enough to see it with their own eyes will probably never forget it for the rest of their lives.

It was also when Xie Xuanyang set up this yin-yang retrograde formation that Mo Lingyan saw his saber that he had always wanted to see.Mo Lingyan had never seen Xie Xuanyang saber, nor had he seen him use a sword, but it is impossible for a sword repairer to not have his own saber.

As the saying goes, a sword is like a man, Mo Lingyan once guessed what kind of sword is worthy of his good brother with superb swordsmanship.Is it cold and snobbish, like Xie Xuanyang himself, like ice in a snow mountain?Is it as simple as an ordinary soldier, but in reality it is decisive?

Mo Lingyan had guessed a lot, but he never thought that it was such a sword.

The blade of the sword is like frost and snow, but it is faintly glowing with blood. It is decorated with colorful beads and Jiuhua jade, and the tail of the handle is pendant with Tai Chi seal. There are two long black tassels hanging down, full of evil spirit.

"What's its name?" Mo Lingyan was amazed when he saw this sword. He didn't expect Xie Xuanyang's sword to be so domineering. It would be difficult to restrain the evil spirit just by keeping it in the scabbard. If a monk saw it, he might mistake it for a magic sword.

No wonder Xie Xuanyang seldom carries a sword, Mo Lingyan thought.

Xie Xuanyang caressed the blade of the sword, looking at it like looking at a lover.

"It's called Scarlet Sky Red Lotus."