On the desert, a boy in his early 12s was drunk among a pile of empty wine jars. At his age, he shouldn't drink so much wine, but for some reason, the master brought him a particularly large amount today.

Wine, and there is a special kind of magic hidden in these drinks. Once you drink it, you can't stop drinking it. The child hugged the wine jar and ran to urinate five times. After drinking for an hour, he finally drank all the wine.

Although the wine is not strong, you should not be greedy for too much.

The young man was lying on an empty altar, drunk.

The senior brother's swordsmanship has reached the threshold of breaking through. He has been practicing swordsmanship for a whole day today, so he couldn't help but prepare a bowl of sobering soup for him. As for the master, the young man made an agreement with the master without knowing what he was doing when he first started:

Don't bother him when he's drinking, and the master readily agreed; the surrounding area was an uninhabited desert, and the nearest herdsmen lived several miles away. As a result, the boy fell asleep on the sand for half an afternoon, but he didn't do anything.

Someone take care of him.

I slept until the sun set in the west.

The boy was still drunk when he woke up, and even he was not sure whether he was awake. He raised his head, only to find that the smoke from the roof of his house did not rise as expected, and there were no new footprints left in front of the door.

"Master, senior brother?" the young man called subconsciously, trying to struggle to get up, but failed to stand up. Instead, he changed his position and collapsed back to the ground.

The moment he lay down on the ground, the young man felt a sword wind coming towards him. Although it was not powerful or sharp, it made him wake up a little.

The young man raised his eyes and looked up, suddenly feeling a blazing light. After a while, he regained his sight, only to find an old man standing in the sunset on the desert holding a sword. The afterglow stretched his shadow very long, and there was a long shadow in his hand.

The sword was half submerged in the sand.

The young man suddenly remembered that his master had never held a sword in the seven years since he entered the profession, and that this man's demeanor was completely different from that of his master who looked like a tea-drinking storyteller, so he asked: "Who are you?"

The man did not answer him, but raised his sword.

At this moment, the young man's mind flashed through the many sword techniques he had learned, as well as the stories of long-famous sword fairies.

Some swords are vast and boundless.

Some swords are as powerful as a sudden rain.

Some swords are as cold as snow.

And the sword drawn by the old man in front of him can accommodate all things in the world. This sword is the space between heaven and earth.

It's enough to make an immortal lose his face.

Then, there was another sword strike.

A sword that collects the afterglow and sends the setting sun away.

The young man looked at the sword and became drunk again without knowing it.

"Wine is wine that enters the soul. It is as light as nectar when it enters the throat. And you put Lishen grass in the wine, which can make people's consciousness drift away, so that your little apprentice can learn this sword when he is drunk. Blessings and Infinite Heavenly Lord

.”

"Could it be that this swordsmanship can save his life?"

"I have seen too many separations between life and death. My three previous apprentices either died or parted ways with my original teachings. I don't want to lose my apprentices in my later years. Moreover, while saving his life, I also

Can make someone recognize him."

"But there are always two swords in the world that can use this sword technique. One is the heavy sword you forged, 'Wu', and the second one is the sword of the original owner of this sword technique, 'Mo'. This time, he

Can you really swing that sword?"

"Will do."

"Not only can he wield it, but he will also impress the world with this sword."

…

"Wake up, wake up." came a joyful male voice.

Luo Feiyu opened his eyes and murmured: "It turns out that I accidentally learned this sword at that time."

"What happened intentionally or unintentionally? After lying down for five days, has your brain been damaged?" Gu Jingyao shrugged.

Luo Feiyu woke up, then remembered something, and hurriedly reached out to touch it, and found that the sword pouch was intact beside him, and his anxious heart finally calmed down. When Gu Jingyao saw this, he waved his hand and said with a smile:

"Brother Luo, don't worry. Although these charlatans are full of hypocrisy, for the sake of their so-called reputation, with so many pairs of eyes watching, no one in the village dares to do something to you secretly."

Luo Feiyu sat up hurriedly, "Have I slept for five days? Has the sword-clearing ceremony started?"

"Not yet." Tang Zangtian pushed open the door and entered with Mo sword on his back.

"Brother Tang?" Luo Feiyu breathed a sigh of relief and found that Tang Zhantian's chest was soaked with sweat, "You just came back from sword practice?"

Tang Zhantian hurriedly walked to the table, picked up the teapot and drank a few sips of tea, and said with a smile: "I secretly learned the non-attack sword technique from you, of course I have to master it. Anyway, I am not qualified to participate in the martial arts contest to recruit a bride. I have nothing to do.

To be idle is to be idle."

"A contest to recruit a bride?" Luo Feiyu looked confused.

"Yes, there was a martial arts competition five days ago. The sixteen best young disciples selected by those martial arts masters participated in the competition to recruit brides. The women just went through the competition to test their names, and the men can compete for the son-in-law of the Liu family." Tang Zhan.

When Tian said this, he glanced at Gu Jingyao, "But this competition to recruit a bride feels like a pretense. It seems that the Liu family... doesn't want a son-in-law at all."

Gu Jingyao also frowned when he heard this and sighed.

"What happened?" Luo Feiyu asked confused.

"Because the people guarding the ring are really too strong." Gu Jingyao said helplessly: "The eldest lady of the Liu family relied on her lack of martial arts to find a female swordsman from somewhere. She is very powerful.

The shape is also quite strange.”

"Swordsman?" Luo Feiyu frowned, "Who are these sixteen young disciples?"

Gu Jingyao thought for a while, "The young master of the Dragon Yin Sword Sect who fought you earlier, Duan Xuyu with a ghost on his sword, and the young senior sister of the Huashan Sect, they were defeated in less than a stick of incense, and

I only lasted a little longer than one stick of incense. In short, none of the fifteen of us won, and then...it was you."

"Me?" Luo Feiyu was confused, but also secretly shocked. Duan Xuyu and Long Tunhai were both people who had fought against him. One relied on his unintentional use of the sword to win by chance, and the other relied on wisdom.

Take, if you continue to fight with them, the outcome is not clear. And these two people can't hold a stick of incense under the hands of this female swordsman?

"You used different sword techniques for fourteen consecutive rounds, and you won all of them. You also used the soul-purifying sword technique that should have been lost. Who did those people choose if they didn't choose you?" Tang Zhantian said angrily.

Only Gu Jingyao had a serious face, "Originally, this martial arts contest should have ended long ago, but the eldest lady of the Liu family insisted that the swordsman wait for you to wake up on the martial arts platform, rain or shine. It seems that it will be the day after tomorrow.

At the end of the conference, there was a sword-clearing ceremony, and she didn’t seem to have any intention of compromising.”

"Persistence? Rain or shine?" Tang Zangtian's face showed a slight change.

Luo Feiyu asked: "What will happen if I go?"

"If you win, you will become the Liu family's son-in-law." Tang Zangtian said with a smirk on his face.

"What will happen if you lose?" Luo Feiyu asked confused: "Also, didn't you say you wanted to marry the eldest lady of the Liu family?"

"Drunken nonsense, drunken nonsense, can't be counted. Besides, I'm not even qualified to participate in martial arts competitions to find a bride." Tang Zangtian scratched his head and said: "Losing? Losing is impossible to lose, and it is impossible to lose in this life.

Yes, think about it, since Miss Liu insists on letting the swordsman wait for you to wake up on the stage, doesn't it mean that she wants you to be her husband?"

Luo Feiyu pondered for a moment, figured out the ins and outs of the invitation, and suddenly became a little annoyed, "Damn it, so that's it. I just pretended to be sick and lay here. What can she do to me?"

Tang Zhantian sneered, "If you pretend to be sick, I guess Liuyue Villa will not hesitate to call the best doctors in the world to cure you, and you will have to go on stage even if you hold on. What's more, if you don't go, not only will you not give Liu Yue

Yueshan Villa's face will embarrass them in front of many Jianghu sects and aristocratic families, and it will also embarrass Miss Liu. When the time comes, you won't be able to live well."

"Tsk." Luo Feiyu cursed in a low voice, "Looks like this guy who was stabbed a thousand times has no choice but to go."

Tang Zhantian walked out after hearing Luo Feiyu's answer. After Gu Jingyao watched him leave, he leaned close to Luo Feiyu's ear and said, "The maid with the two swords asked me to pass a message to you on her behalf.

.”
Chapter completed!