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Tianshui Chengbi didn't expect that Huang Xiao, who had always been aloof from before, would suddenly show such a nostalgic look, even mixed with a little surprise.

She asked in fear, "Who? Senior, are you asking Xingyun?"

"It's nothing." Huang Xiao's white-clothed figure didn't look back, but just waved his hands, showing a little tiredness on his forehead, and frowned, "Cheng Bi, let's talk while walking."

"Senior, you have been here alone to accompany the sect head Qingxiu since the sword battle at Goddess Peak ten years ago, how can you say that you will go down the mountain as soon as you go down the mountain? The disciples of Tongchen Tai'a Palace have not slackened over the years and have been waiting for you to come back. "Tian Shui Cheng Bi followed the footsteps, a pair of clear pupils of autumn water rippling with doubts.

Huang Xiao still smiled wryly, he looked at the wild mound not far away as he walked, "It's nothing more than looking for a quiet place, no need to ask." His tone seemed to be getting darker, "In the past ten years, I have realized a One thing. Heart knots can never be truly solved by forgetting. Cause and effect can never be truly avoided by escaping. "

"There is no such thing as luck or misfortune, only man invites himself. Destiny is impermanent, only falsehood." Tian Shui Chengbi's eyes were faint, as if he had remembered something.

Hearing this, Huang Xiao suddenly stopped in his tracks, Tianshui Chengbi was stunned, but saw him walking slowly towards the wild tomb.

There is no inscription on the clean stone tablet, perhaps it was intentional.

"Senior?" Seeing Huang Xiao staring at the tombstone in a daze, Tianshui Chengbi asked tentatively.

Huang Xiao stood in front of the tombstone, raised his pale sleeves, and saluted slowly with an extremely pious gesture.After that, he said lightly, "Cheng Bi, can you feel what's under your feet?"

Tianshui Chengbi is also a person with extremely spiritual roots. She closed her eyes and calmed down, concentrating on her breath. She only felt that there was an aura constantly overflowing from under the soil, and the aura was constantly twisting into a cyclone. It was...

"It's sword energy." Tianshui Chengbi opened his eyes with strange colors.

Huang Xiao nodded, and saw that his right arm was raised and held in a false grip. The invisible force seemed to suppress the surrounding air, and the ground within a square inch trembled violently. One beam, two beams... Countless golden lights cracked from the ground It sprang out from the gap, shot towards the sky, and turned into clusters of purple air in the blue sky, shining with the morning glow.

"Could it be..." Tianshui Chengbi saw the radiance, and recalled the "Sword Manual" written by Pei Min.

The golden light and purple light flashed, and I saw a wide-edged long sword appearing in Huang Xiao's hand. The sword was dark and simple in shape, reflecting the sky, and there was a flowing golden brilliance on the sword body, which seemed to be flashing with spiritual light.

"An ancient famous sword, Tai'a."

Outside Jiangzhou city, facing Mu Baili's sudden concern, Ning Jingyuan just replied indifferently, "It's okay."

"Huh?" Mu Baili was about to think, when several bright streamers flashed across the southern sky, causing him to turn around suddenly, "That's..."

Yan Lingxi squinted, and inadvertently opened the folding fan in his hand, "Over Southern Chu, the purple air is flowing, facing the top of Mount Heng."

"This is sword energy, is there a famous sword born?" Ning Ningyuan's dark green pupils were full of doubts, and he couldn't help but hold the handle of the long sword behind him.

The crease between Mu Baili's eyebrows deepened a bit, "It's that person."

"Who?" Tranquility was taken aback.

Mu Baili's face was a little solemn, he closed his eyes and said slowly: "The strength of the Sword Room School is second only to the head of the school, and it is the same as Chentai Ah Huangxiao."

"Ten years ago, Yunxuanmen and Jianshi faction made an appointment with the Goddess of War Peak." Mu Baili said.

Yan Lingxi shook his folding fan, thoughtfully, "Yes. In that battle, Yunxuan Sect won four and lost three..."

"It's not about this." Mu Baili shook his head and interrupted his words, "The Goddess Peak belongs to Wushan Mountain, not far from the White Bamboo Forest. May I ask Young Master Yan Shi, who was defeated by Huangxiao back then, who is it?"

Yan Lingxi raised his ebony folding fan, and focused his treacherous eyes on Ning Jingyuan's cheek, "Yes, Liang Shisan. That's how it is."

The Jiangnan Mansion, also known as the Jiangnan Dacang, used to be the place where the Jiangyuelou Yanxiao Group piled up goods. Now it has been completely renewed under the Mu family's decades of management. There are many buildings and a constant stream of boats and vehicles.

Due to the prosperity of the Jiangnan Mansion over the years, in addition to the tens of thousands of members and relatives of Jiangnan Dacang, many residents from Jiangnan and Jiangnan chose to settle here, forming a lively town.

"Squeaky" opened some old wooden doors, and the dark blue cloak embroidered with the galaxy pattern swung, and Mu Xingying stepped inside quickly.

Turning around a few places, her slender light-white fingers brushed over several new books, and then took out an old and yellowed "Sword of the Goddess Peak".

"In the 13th year of Kaiyuan, in the confrontation between the northern and southern martial arts, Tianmen Yunxuan and Nanyue Jianshi each led the side, like the sky. Win a round. Then Bai Jifeng, the general manager of Chunjun, played in the second round and won again. Zixiao Longquan Ling Yisha played in the third round. Yunxuan wins all battles. Until the seventh game, Tong Chentai Ah Huangxiao played against Liang Shisan of Xuezong Xuezong of Yunxuanmen, Liang Shisan narrowly lost."

Mu Xingying frowned slightly, and muttered, "Ling Yisha... Huangxiao..."

At this time, a member of Jiangyuelou in red came to report, "Master, someone is visiting."

Looking down, he put down the old books in his hand, "Understood. Invite him to Xingzhuting for a while."

On the tenth day of May in the 24th year of Kaiyuan, Tiandu River is located at the junction of Huainan Road and Jiangnan Road. This place is also a delta. To the west and north is the Wulin Alliance, to the east is the land of Jiangyuelou, and to the south is the Jianshi Sect and Jiangnan Road. Nanyue Sword League jurisdiction.

The weeping willows in the green water, the flying flags, and the sound of horseshoes coming not far away, aroused Qing Ruoxiao, who was sleeping lightly in the black carriage amidst the swaying tree shadows, the current martial arts emperor.

A black crane cloak draped over a white dark coat hangs over a corner of the soft couch in the carriage. He wears a black crown of hanging clouds on his head, and slowly opens his majestic eyes, faintly revealing the aura of a king.

In the pitch-black carriage engraved with golden thread and silver patterns, the words of the leader of the martial arts came, "I seem to have had a dream."

A voice answered from outside the carriage, "Who did you dream about?"

"Dream of Tranquility, Li Qingzhou, Cheng Tianya, Yan Lingxi, Ye Fengting, and more."

"and also?"

"A game of chess." After saying that, Qing Ruoxiao turned around, stepped off the carriage with a pair of black iron shoes, and the black crane cloak fluttered in the wind. His majestic eyes focused on the southeast of the Jiangnan Dacang on the other side of the Tiandu River. "Here, is there a floating bridge?"

"Pontoon bridge? Maybe in the future."

Qing Ruoxiao nodded slightly, "Yes."

The light blue courtyard, with green and secluded bamboos, is refreshing and pleasant.There is a small lake in the courtyard, and the Xingzhu Pavilion is located in the center of the lake.

The morning dew flows on the green bamboo leaves, crystal clear water droplets condense on the eaves of the green pavilion, and the dewdrops reflect the quiet people in the wind by the lake.

At this moment, Mu Xingying closed his eyes and folded his hands, standing by the lakeside, listening to the gentle breeze passing by, the green nebula embroidered cloak fluttering in the breeze, as if enjoying a moment of leisure time, and also seemed to be planning in the tranquility What.

I only heard a guest in purple shirt, Xinxin entered the court, and said in his mouth: "The sound of the water in the forest is chattering and laughing, and the color of the trees among the rocks hides the house. The fairy family may not be able to win this, so why blow the sheng to the blue sky."

"Jing Linsheng." Mu Xingying turned around, opened her green fan, and put on a very faint smile, "Jiangnan Handi, I have a sword master here today, and I am not far away to welcome you."

The moment the purple shirt guest stepped into the courtyard, the dark gray boots stepped on the bluestone road, the original pleasant breeze changed, and several low swirling winds raised the corners of the purple clothes with golden strands.

The ancient epee in his hand glowed with a purple-gold brilliance, he swung around and struck out, "Say!" It was inserted between the rocks and soil by the lake, three feet into the ground.

The whole body of this sword is golden in color, four feet long and more than eight inches wide, and the hilt engraved with seal characters exudes an ancient atmosphere.

The Zishan guest sneered, "Really?" He waved his dark purple sleeves, and a fierce sword energy surged out in vain. It was Jianghuai's superior martial arts.

"Blunt sword, Gongshan potential."

The ancient golden blade vibrated upon hearing the sound, and the purple-golden sword flowed between the cuff and the hilt, twisting into a gust of wind. The purple-shirted swordsman Jing Linsheng took advantage of the momentum to gather energy on his right wrist, and slapped Mu Xingying.

But Mu Xingying was a little taken aback, with his left hand holding a green fan behind his back, his right palm pointing like a sword tip, and dark blue mantras dancing around his body, making his fingertips seem to gather the force of wind and thunder.

"One of the moon swords, Xinglei."

"Boom!" Both of them took a few steps forward, holding each other's instant sword energy, clapping their palms together, and impacting each other, even for a while!

The trial of one move was over, Mu Xingying took a step back, and raised the green fan with his left palm "shua", half covering his face, calm and undisturbed.

Jing Linsheng brushed off the dust with his purple sleeves, a smirk curled up on the corner of his mouth, "Not bad." Under the purple sleeves, the sword energy moved faintly, and the martial arts of the Jianghuai School were once again condensed between the palms of the swords.

Mu Xingying's phoenix-eyed eyes, covered by her green fan and green face, pierced a pair of sharp gazes.He condensed the sword energy in the palm of his right hand, and held the blue fan tightly in his left hand, unable to conceal the cursed sword that was ready to go.

The two sides confronted each other again, and the tense atmosphere became more and more intense.

"Master Sword Master is here just to have a sparring session with me?" Mu Xingying calmed down, with her green bamboo folding fan in front of her, her slender eyebrows slightly drawn, and looked coldly at the visitor.

But Jing Linsheng withdrew his smile, and said solemnly, "Yes, I will kill you." As soon as the words fell, the ancient golden epee split the ground in front of him, and the sword energy glowing with purple and gold swung down with the epee, slashing towards Mu Xingying.

"Jade sword, return to Zeshi."

The epee broke through the ground and then cracked the ground, only to see purple air overflowing around the Xingzhu Pavilion, and countless sword shadows rose from the ground like clouds and saw mountains and peaks, attacking the opponent from bottom to top.

The corners of Mu Xingying's eyebrows twitched slightly, calmed down, and swiped dozens of dark blue mantras with his right palm, and the wind and thunder sword energy swirled with his fingertips.

"The third of the Moon Sword, Shadow Thunder."

The originally blue sky and white clouds were shrouded by the shadow of the sword curse, and in an instant the sky above the mansion in the south of the Yangtze River was filled with haze and thunder, and the blue sword energy was like a phantom of thunderbolt, falling in vain.

Qiantian versus Kundi, Cursed Sword versus Epee, Jiangnan Mansion Master against Jianghuai Sword Master.

One person is dressed in purple, and his sword is wide open and closed, with a skillful workmanship.

One person's blue shadow is separated, the sword is whirling with thunder, and there are all kinds of mysteries.

As the sword energy criss-crossed and flew across, the sky and the earth changed color, and the sun and the moon dimmed.

The fierce sword energy sweeps off the dewdrops on the bamboo leaves. When hundreds of sword energy pass by, the pearl-like water droplets turn into ten, ten into hundreds, and the earth-shattering water is reflected in the water world as fine as dust. showdown.