Famous knife

In a certain year, in a certain month and in a certain dynasty, the first snow has just passed, and the sky is slightly dark.When Wan Feng went down to the gate of Lingcheng, a group of people and horses passed by. The wind was bleak, but the riders were wearing single clothes.

The young man in the lead is really good-looking, with crescent eyebrows and phoenix eyes, unparalleled in beauty, but he is dressed in white clothes like snow, making his face cold and lonely.

The folk customs of Lingcheng are enthusiastic and unrestrained. As soon as the youth is over, there will be some young daughters throwing some flower handkerchiefs. At the same time, someone asks:

"Which faction is this?"

A well-informed person replied: "Look at their clothes, they are probably Ting Xuemen."

Tingxuemen is located in Qingzhou and has been standing for a hundred years.Because the sect was built on a small island in the middle of the lake, willow trees are planted all over the island, and every spring, catkins fly like snow, so the word "tingxue" was taken.

Ting Xue has two masters in one school, and the other is the inner school heart method, which has the effect of reborn;

The second is Ting Xuejian, whose swordsmanship is vast, and can glimpse the strength of the sea and river.

When he was a teenager, his name was Ningfeng, and he was the first disciple of Tingxuemen's "Ning" generation.There are 18 disciples in their group, all of whom have reached the age of giving swords.

Among the ten thousand peaks in front of you is Juling Mountain, on which there are hundreds of weapons left by master craftsmen. The mountain is opened every three years, and the children of famous families are allowed to go up the mountain to seek divine martial arts.

Tomorrow will be the three-year period.

"I don't know which artifact will recognize me." The person who spoke was steady and stocky, a little short in stature, and he was Ning Feng's second junior brother Ning Shan.

Ning Feng looked back and smiled, her tone was fresh and mean: "Second Junior Brother's martial arts, let me think about it, it's probably a "three-legged tripod"! "

This "ding" is often used for cooking meat, and the combined food intake of the second junior brother is more than the three of them combined, but it is really herbs for beauties, and precious swords for heroes.

"Okay, senior brother!" Second Junior Brother's round face was swollen with anger, "Look for a fight!"

Ning Feng hurriedly hid behind the pillar to avoid the fist of the second junior brother, and then showed his head again: "Then let's go with the nine-toothed rake, after all, it is the second junior brother!"

His body is light and nimble, his movements are as fast as swifts, and he has avoided the second junior brother's move to sweep his legs in an instant.

The second junior brother learned Tingxuemen's "Shan" school of martial arts, his strength is boundless, as stable as Mount Tai, he missed a single blow, and threw another punch at his left cheek.

Ning Feng pinched his wrist, turned it lightly, and the strength of his fist was like a mud cow entering the sea. He grabbed the second junior brother lightly, and shouted with a smile: "This time, it should hit my neck directly, do you understand?"

The second junior brother saw the opportunity, put his leg towards his waist, and fought back, "Then you still have the life to talk to me?"

Fortunately, there were few people in the inn, otherwise this fight would have been a catastrophe.The girl at the table looked sixteen or seventeen, a little younger than both of them, but there was a bit of helplessness in her eyes, and she said to the kind-hearted middle-aged man beside her, "Master, you don't care about them!"

The middle-aged man called Master Uncle said kindly: "Zhaozhao, that's only if they listen to me."

He smiled, like a clay bodhisattva who dare not get wet, turned to face the shopkeeper, and took out a silver ingot, "Treasurer, please come to the table with wine and food. I'm really sorry, my two nephews should be more lively."

"It's more than lively, it's just two fighting cocks!" Zhao Zhao said.

When the food and wine are served, this box is finished.The tall and thin game cock defeated the short and fat game cock, and returned to its seat proudly. It ate three steamed buns like a storm, and nodded while eating: "Not bad, there is a lot of meat."

Uncle Shi was weak and afraid of getting greasy, so he only took two bites, put down his chopsticks and said, "Tomorrow is the day to open the mountain gate, everything is ready? Have you memorized the Spiritual Enlightenment Art?"

Everyone replied: "Memorize it, and write it down."

Ordinary weapons are nothing more than pieces of metal forged into a specific shape, but each has its own aura and temperament.To drive them, they must be willing to do so.

Every person who enters Juling Mountain to seek weapons needs to hold a talisman paper in his hand, inject his true energy into it, and silently recite the spirit-leading formula in his mouth, waiting for the divine martial arts to answer his call, which lasts for a stick of incense.

In the past 500 years, only one or two out of a hundred people have gone up the mountain to seek martial arts, but nearly a thousand people have lost their lives: Some people died in a stick of incense because their own skills were not enough to support the Yinling Jue, and they fell to the top of the mountain There are countless people who stumbled and died.

But even if the risk is so great, those who practice martial arts will continue to rush forward, unwilling to give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

After a few people had eaten and rested hastily, it was the next day.

Wanfeng is a continuous mountain system, the main peak is Tongshen Peak, and the left and right sides are Juling and Guiren.Looking from a distance, the three peaks are all high into the clouds, and their tops can't be seen indistinctly.

No one has climbed Tongshen Peak so far. On Juling Mountain is the Shenwu Lingtai, and on the top of Guiren Peak is the Tianpu Pavilion that guards all peaks and never sees the dragon.

There is a legend: God craftsmen create martial arts, and want to bestow them on the world, so that those who are good at attacking are sharp, those who are good at martial arts are powerful, those who are good at speed are agile, and they are just and fair.

However, human nature is greedy, people plunder each other in order to compete for power, kill and rob each other, and finally blood flows into rivers.

The master craftsman was furious, but Shenwu has been in the mortal world for a hundred years, and his mind and spirituality have been nurtured by the water and soil of the mortal world, so destroying it will hurt the peace of heaven.

Then the divine craftsman moved a branch of the descendants of Gao Yao, who made the law, to return to Renfeng, where he guarded Shenwu from generation to generation, and they were called servants of heaven.

Maoshi has just arrived, and the sun is rising.Suddenly there was a shout outside the mountain gate, the source is unknown.

The sound is loud, like the blazing sun, like the bright moon, just heard the sound of "铛", the ancient bell rang, and the clouds covering the top of the mountain disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Then the drum beat loudly, and the mountain gate opened wide.

There was a sudden sound of wind on Guiren Peak, a few small figures appeared in the forest, and after a few ups and downs, they appeared in front of everyone.The heavenly servants wore black robes with patterns of Xiezhi embroidered on them, and the first one shouted loudly:

"The time has come, the order of ascending the peak has been determined!"

The order of going up the peak is determined by lottery, and Ting Xuemen is listed in the front of the middle.

During the waiting period, everyone sat around in a group with nervous expressions, and even Ning Feng lost the energy to laugh.

"Shenwu is present in this world, it depends on chance. Without the approval of Shenwu, it does not necessarily mean that the quality is not good. It may also be that the existing Shenwu in Juling Mountain is not in harmony with your temper..."

Martial Uncle comforted the few people, "If you get Shenwu in a while, you should be happy. If you don't, don't be discouraged. There are so many weapons in the world. Uncle Martial Arts and your master will try their best to find the right one for you."

"Uncle, we haven't reached the peak yet, so don't be discouraged," Ning Feng said with his lips curled up..."Maybe all of us in Tingxuemen look like Shenwuai, and everyone can win Woolen cloth. "

As soon as the words fell, his deadly rival, the second junior brother, saw a sharp-faced and big-eared young man running towards him before he could even bother to refute. He said as he ran, "I got it! I got it!"

He ignored the road, tripped over the stones under his feet, and almost fell to the ground.

Someone yelled at him: "Third Senior Brother! Slow down, be careful not to fall!"

The person who came was the third child of Tingxuemen, named Ningwen, who looked like a bum.He was nicknamed "Bao inquiring", and he was heard in nine out of ten gossip.

The third child ran in front of the crowd, gasped for breath, and said, "You, listen to me!"

Everyone was naturally curious, and Qi Qi looked at him with wide eyes.If it is said that the third child is also peeing, and someone is waiting, he just doesn't say anything, and pinches his waist to show off.

"Cut..." Ningfeng already understood how to cure him, and waved his hands to let everyone continue to eat and drink, "Don't bother with him, let him rot."

When the third child heard this, he hurriedly said, "Don't, don't, I said it's okay, it's like this..."

"Do you beg us to listen?"

The third child clasped his hands together and made a pleading form: "I beg! I beg! Grandpas and grandmas, let the little one finish talking, the little one is holding back the words, it's more uncomfortable than gutting!"

Only then did everyone look back arrogantly: "Go ahead."

The third child laughed: "I just inquired about it. From the opening of the mountain gate to now, nearly a hundred people have gone up. How many pieces of martial arts do you think they got?"

"How many pieces?"

"One and a half pieces!"

"Half?" Zhaozhao picked up the melon seeds on the ground, raised his face, "Why, someone else broke Shenwu into pieces?"

The third child had an inscrutable expression on his face, and the words in his mouth jumped out quickly: "You don't know that, the first one to get Shenwu is Pei Zhong, the only son of the owner of Diancui Mountain Villa. Taking a sneak peek at Zhaozhao's, he took a Yunying gun.

The second one is the two hundred and five of the Huashan School named Xia Linsong, who got a broken sword, only the blade, no hilt, grandma's, but it made that grandson so beautiful..."

Everyone began to discuss, and someone asked: "Half a martial artist has such great ability?"

"Of course..." Ning Feng explained, "Don't say there is still a blade left, even if there is only a hilt left..."

The second junior brother really wanted to know, so he stared round his eyes and waited for him to continue, "It can be done with only the hilt left? In detail, how can we attack with only the hilt left?"

Ningfeng tilted her head and looked at him, but didn't continue talking.The second junior brother Wu Chi was so curious that he scratched his head and almost knelt down to beg him before he heard him say:

"Even if only the hilt is left..."

He smiled: "It hurts more than slapping people with bare hands."

"Damn it! Can you be more serious!" The second junior brother rushed towards him angrily, and the two got into a ball again.

Everyone was afraid of harming the fish in the pond, so they kept flashing, and the crowd was in a mess again.

But this time "big head" Zhao Zhao didn't care about them, so she fiddled with the fire and whispered: "Who said he saw me..."

By the time everyone from Tingxuemen went up to the peak, it was already noon.The mountain peak is as steep as a knife, and it is extremely slippery, but the air around the mountain is scorching hot, and being in it is like a double sky of ice and fire, which is very unbearable.

Walking halfway up the mountain, several fellow disciples were already dripping with sweat.Ningfeng climbed up, and suddenly heard a scream of "ah" from below, and a junior sister named Ningcai had already fallen.

He immediately let go, and with his legs on the rock wall, he rushed down.Ningfeng's practice is the word "wind". At this moment, her movement is a little faster than Shanfeng's. She grabs Ningcai's arm with one hand and clings to the cliff wall with the other.

"How are you?" The uncle's voice came from above.

"We're fine!" he replied.

He swung his arms and put the man on the stone platform.

Ning Cai's legs were already trembling, and she was in a cold sweat from fright.Ning Feng frowned and said: "Junior Sister, if you insist on moving forward, I will not stop you. But your state... Anyway, it's up to you."

The servant on one side stood on the cliff, turning a blind eye to the scene just now.

Ning Cai gritted her teeth, it is a pity to give up, but being overwhelmed will only tire oneself and others.

She sighed and said: "Maybe I have no fate with Shenwu, I'd better go down."

"Have you thought about it?"

"Think about it, I practice medicine, and martial arts are of little use to me, so I'd better go down the mountain." Ning Cai let out a long sigh of relief, cupping her hands.

Ningfeng entrusted Ningcai to the celestial servant on the side. The celestial servant was expressionless, like a dead object. Hearing this, he rang the bell twice, and a cable car came to pick him up.

He bid her farewell and continued to climb upwards.

When they reached the peak, ten people had abstained, leaving eight people from Ting Xue's family.

There are green trees and green grass on the top of the mountain, and there are deer resting among them, and they are not afraid of people.Going forward, you can see a spiritual platform facing the vast snowfield.

"It's here." The uncle said.

Ning Feng stopped and looked into the distance, only to feel that his heart was beating particularly fast, and the recognition of the master of martial arts was the stepping stone to the ultimate level of martial arts.

But is this easy?Those who came to the stage came in high spirits, and returned in defeat.

Among Ting Xuemen's group, the second junior brother was the first to go to the altar.Against the backdrop of the snowy light, his round face became solemn and solemn.

He joined Tingxuemen when he was six years old. His aptitude is not very good, but he practiced hard, but no matter how hard he worked, he was still worse than that person.

If you have divine power, is it possible to defeat him?

The second junior brother tightly clutched the talisman in his hand.

On the altar, half of the incense has been burned.The beads of sweat on the forehead of the second junior brother are getting bigger and bigger, and the further back, the hope seems to be getting slimmer.

Really, no?

When the mountain wind blows, the ash-like fragrance is scattered.The second junior brother sighed, his eyes were red, but his back was still straight into the clouds.

He smiled brightly, "They didn't see me, let's be next."

Ting Xuemen's disciples came to the stage one by one, and left one by one, and then it was the third child's turn.The third child shrugged, as if he had no hope.

Unexpectedly, when the incense burnt one-third of the way, there was a loud "boom" from the snowfield, like a landslide.

Amidst the shock of everyone, a golden light appeared out of nowhere, with the chill unique to the extremely cold place, and came straight to the third child's face!

The golden light was a mask, and it snapped onto the third child's face with a "snap".A whirlwind rose from the altar, with golden and ancient runes pouring in from his temple.

"Hmm..." The third child covered his head.

After the golden light faded, everyone in Tingxuemen was overjoyed and asked him: "What is this martial arts?"

The third child hadn't recovered from the violent energy fluctuations, panting and said, "Return... to the sound plane, can... cultivate the magic power of sound waves..."

"What else...Gold Tongue Skill."

Second Junior Brother patted him on the shoulder, "This one suits you."

Afterwards, another disciple was Ning Feng.The wind bulged his robe, and before the snow field, he felt like he was in heaven.The moment he stood on the altar, he felt more calm in his heart.

How about martial arts?How about peerless powers?Fortunately for me, not my life.

It would be great if I could have martial arts by my side, but if not, don’t believe that I’ve been practicing hard for 20 years, and I’ll still be unknown and useless!

He closed his eyes gently.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up in the snow field, and the sky and the earth were strange.This scene is completely different from the several times when the gods and martial arts were born today. The wind swept the remaining snow, and it seemed that the sea could accommodate all rivers, and everything was unified.

The duration of this vision is longer than that of the return plane, which also gives people a chance to react.

"It's Shenwu! It's Shenwu!"

"Senior brother really has martial arts! We have two martial arts in one school, and this is the only one today!"

"The master of the sect is Chengfeng Sword, the elder brother is in the same line, so it should also be a divine sword!"

The wind and snow stick to the face, not lonely, but affectionate.Ning Feng held the talisman paper in his hand and stood on the altar with a look of astonishment:

What, what's going on?I haven't read it at all!

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