Changbai Mountain.

The snow that had been falling for several months rarely stopped. Tianchi was covered with snow, and clouds covered most of Changbai. A white-haired man wearing felt clothes stood on the Weaver Girl Peak, looking at the moon reflected on the Cowherd's Crossing below.

According to legend, every year on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl will meet at the Magpie Bridge. During this whole day, the shadow of the moon will be reflected on the water where the Cowherd crosses. However, there is still some time before the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, but the moon has already been reflected on the

Now we're crossing the river.

The man closed his eyes and frowned slightly.

The voice that came from nowhere answered him, "Nineteen years ago, on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, it was the day of the Sword Forging Alliance's great victory. Every five years, all the wealthy families would gather at Liuyue Villa to commemorate the past battles.

The dead heroic spirit."

The man took a sip of hot tea and said, "What will happen on the seventh day of July this year? Even the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl will meet in advance."

The voice reminded in a deep voice: "Jianqiu, your master asked you to practice the inner strength and mind method Jianxin Jue because he hopes that you will have no distracting thoughts except that matter and be pure and unmotivated. In order to live up to his painstaking efforts, you

Just stop thinking about it."

Ling Jianqiu nodded steadily, "Yes."

"Speaking of which, I took a look at the sub-gu associated with your junior brother, and found that it seemed to be facing a powerful enemy. It kept squirming and could not rest peacefully." The person who spoke to Ling Jianqiu was naturally the one who had been alive for more than a hundred years and was known as "the living creature."

Xie Wensheng of the Miao people in western Hunan.

Ling Jianqiu pondered for a moment, "He is in danger?"

Xie Wensheng smiled and asked: "What? You want to save him?"

Ling Jianqiu did not answer directly, but said slowly: "Although the master accepted him and me as his direct disciples at the same time, the swordsmanship and internal skills were taught separately. Before coming to Changbai Mountain, the master told me to wait for me

If one sword move can surpass my junior brother's hundred sword moves, then I can achieve my goal. Therefore, he cannot die before he fights with me."

Xie Wensheng knew Ling Jianqiu's answer, sighed, and asked again: "Then how do you want to save him?"

Ling Jianqiu raised his head and looked at the white sky, "It has been three days since it snowed in Changbai."

"you want?"

"Lead the snow south."

Ling Jianqiu suddenly raised his sword aside and swept up the snow that fell on the ground.

The snowflakes rose up and hung back in the sky, never to fall again.

After a while, the snow fell again, continuously.

Xie Wensheng was full of admiration: "You are only twenty years old, but your swordsmanship is no less than those of the old swordsmen who have been famous for decades."

Ling Jianqiu shook his head, "It's not enough."

Xie Wensheng was slightly startled, "What is enough?"

Ling Jianqiu said calmly: "Side by side with the Sword Ancestor from nineteen years ago."

If these words were spoken by other young people, they would definitely arouse ridicule. The sword ancestor nineteen years ago, with his white robe flying on the Yanyu Lake, looked like an immortal, and defeated the swordsman with his unrivaled swordsmanship.

The owner of the Burial Sword Villa sought out the Immortal Guest, and then started a wave of sword use in the world that lasted for nearly twenty years. People who witnessed that duel said that the title of "The Best Sword in the World" was very important to the sword master.

derogatory term.

How can the immortals in heaven compare with the mortals under heaven?

"If you say this from someone else's mouth, it would be treason and blasphemy to the world of swordsmanship. But if it comes from your mouth, I believe you." Xie Wensheng said softly: "But now, let's do it first

Put away your ambitions and deal with the upcoming guests."

"Guest?" Ling Jianqiu raised his head and found a sudden black figure walking through the snow, and soon came to Ling Jianqiu.

"Shaoxia Ling used his sword to lead the snow south, and then summoned the wind and snow. His swordsmanship was so exquisite that I temporarily lost my way in the Changbai Mountains." The voice under the black robe was sharp and ethereal, and I couldn't distinguish between male and female.

Ling Jianqiu did not look at him again, but turned to take a sip of tea and said calmly: "Who are you?"

"My name is Yuwei."

Ling Jianqiu thought for a while and replied: "I have never heard of someone like you in the world. Why are you here?"

Yuwei smiled and said: "Young hero has naturally never heard of me, because I am not from Jianghu, but from."

"Liang Yang Chaotang."

After hearing these four words, Ling Jianqiu's expression was no longer calm, and he even became a little wary.

However, Yuwei seemed not to notice Ling Jianqiu's emotional change, and continued talking to himself, "Let me introduce myself again, I am Yuwei, and I am also the black eunuch, one of the two great eunuchs. After King Jing ascends the throne, I and I will My brother will become the two eunuchs behind the new emperor, with extremely high power."

Yuwei spoke so ecstatically, as if he was about to be immersed in the future world. Xie Wensheng in the dark couldn't help but laugh out loud: "This is the first time I've seen someone who is proud of being a eunuch. .”

Ling Jianqiu's tone was cold and he called the future emperor by his first name: "Prince Jing? Ling Aoyang? It seems that my royal brothers who have never met before are living a happy life."

Yuwei bent down and smiled: "What did King Anlan say? King Jing said that if you go back to recognize your ancestors and return to the clan, you will still be the king. Not only will he not kill you, but he will also allocate some land for you to make you stable." Spend this life worry-free."

Xie Wensheng in the dark was slightly startled. He thought that the man was lying to him. How could a man who went to Changbai Mountain to practice swordsmanship in such a desolate state be a king? But today, when Yuwei told the truth, he thought of something Possibility: King Anlan, "Lan" connects to "Lan", and "Lan" means Loulan. More than 20 years ago, Liang Yang Chaotang married the Loulan royal family. Princess Zhenyue married Loulan, and the King of Loulan was canonized as "King Anlan", which can be passed down from generation to generation. Hereditary. But eighteen years ago, the Kyushu martial arts invaded Xizhou, and the Youyou ancient kingdom became a ruin. However, Emperor Wancheng did not withdraw the title of prince, but silently included Loulan into the territory of Liangyang, but did not send any troops. Keep it and let Loulan "fend for itself".

Ling Jianqiu was the result of the marriage between Princess Liang Yang Zhenyue and the King of Loulan. Her original surname was Helian. After the Loulan Kingdom fell, she changed her mother's surname to Ling.

Since then, although the name of King Anlan still exists, he has no territory.

"Although I don't have territory, it doesn't mean that I need charity. I will get back everything I should have with interest." Ling Jianqiu frowned slightly, suddenly drew his sword and pointed it at Yu Wei, "It's Ling Ao Yang told you that I am here?"

Yujing shook his head, "No, it's my master. Prince Jing doesn't know that I'm coming to Changbai this time. Please don't worry, Prince Anlan."

"Your master?"

Yujing stopped smiling and said, "My master needs something from Prince Anlan."

Ling Jianqiu glanced at the sword in his hand, "I only have one sword that can shake the foundation of the dynasty. The question is, do you dare to take it?"

Yujing moved his gaze to the sword, "The most mortal sword in the world, dust. Dust returns to dust, returns to earth. Although it is not included in the famous sword manual, eighteen years ago, the sword ancestor sealed it with this sword." On the road to banishing an immortal, a single strike of a sword can defeat an immortal, so mortals like us will naturally not be able to do so."

Ling Jianqiu's sword energy surged, "What do you want?"
Chapter completed!