The Xuanmen sword species has stolen the secret of the thirteen sword monuments in the capital. The luck is strong and the alien species is king.

Among the eight sects of Xuantian, Xuanmen is one of the first four sects. It is strong enough to rival Tianmen.

At that time, Xuanmen spent the resources of ghosts and gods to create three types of swords. The weather was amazing and the turmoil shocked the entire army. In one fell swoop, Xuanmen became the first among the eight sects of Xuantian.

Such a secret, Li Mo had never heard of it at all in Luofu Mountain.

Even within [Wangtian Tower], only those top-ranked disciples of the sect have heard of it.

After all, depending on the height you are at, the information you have access to is also different.

His Majesty Shenzong once said that the division of classes starts from the information gap...resources, national policies, military, etc., the highest level of the building always has the most complete information, and it decreases step by step downwards.

"Have you heard of it?" Li Mo couldn't help but look at Master Ji.

"Xuantian Sword Seed..." Master Ji's face turned gloomy, and there was a hint of reminiscence in his originally romantic brows.

"Of course I've heard of it...Ten years ago, Xuanmen rebelled against fate in order to understand the secrets of the Thirteen Sword Monuments, but many people died. With so many lives, they could only train three sword types..."

Master Ji said calmly.

"The birth of those three people has carried the life and death of too many people. They were born with different species and had an ominous fate. They have extremely high status in Xuanmen and are almost cultivated as successors." Master Ji said solemnly.

Xuanmen Jianzhong is the core disciple of Xuantian Pavilion. He has a high status and never shows off to others easily.

Even among the senior officials of Xuantian Pavilion, there are only a few people who truly know their identities.

"Many people died?" Li Mo asked subconsciously.

Master Ji nodded when he heard this: "That accident can only be compared to the fire eighteen years ago."

"Fire?"

"Everyone in the capital knows that eighteen years ago, a fire hit the capital, and half of the capital was completely burned. Those who died in that disaster...according to data released by the imperial court, three thousand people...

...Actually, it doesn’t even add a zero." Master Ji whispered softly.

In September, a fire broke out and burned the capital. There are very few records that can be found for such a big event. However, no one in the capital will forget the scene of that day. The fire burned for two days and two nights, and the night sky was dyed.

red.

A large number of corpses are transported out every day.

That year, Master Ji was only three years old.

"Eighteen years ago, when I was just born..." Li Mo murmured softly.

When he crossed over, he was already an infant and was abandoned outside the gate of Luofu Mountain.

"How could such a big change happen under the Emperor's feet?" Li Mo was puzzled.

Half of the city was burned down. This was a shocking event in Longyuan Mansion, let alone in the capital of Gyeonggi Province, the home of the True Dragon.

It is no exaggeration to say that such turmoil, if someone holds a banner high and raises their arms, seems to be no different from a rebellion.

"I don't know. The court didn't say it clearly. It is said that it was all done by Guixu. In the end, it was natural that people would be killed and the whole thing would be killed." Master Ji said calmly.

"Guixu again?" Li Mo was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, he just felt that all the bad things in the world seemed to be done by Guixu.

This is truly an evil organization.

"Why can't we sit in this seat?"

At this moment, a rush of sound came from the side.

Li Mo turned around and saw a young man in coarse cloth standing next to an empty table, his face flushed.

"Sword-holding Mountain? What kind of small sect? This is also a place where you can join in the fun?"

A burst of joking laughter rang out, attracting everyone's attention to the next table.

"The disciple of Duwangshan, that's Qian Yaodong!?"

"It turns out to be Brother Yaodong. It is said that he has been recognized by the Poison King Mountain [Seven Poisonous Silkworms] and has practiced the [Poison King Manual]. I don't know if it is true or not."

"His reputation is not weak. Who is that boy? How dare you argue with Brother Yaodong?"

On the second floor, there was a burst of noise.

Duwang Mountain is one of the top 100 mountain gates in the world.

Qian Yaodong is the descendant of this generation of Poison King Mountain. His strength is terrifying, he has reached the seven-inch realm, and he is considered a first-rate powerhouse among many disciples who have been promoted from the mountain sect.

"You...you are unreasonable..."

The commoner boy was so anxious that he stamped his feet, which made Li Mo stunned for a moment.

"You don't even know who you are. How dare you come here to join in the fun as a disciple of Sword Holding Mountain?" Qian Yaodong sneered.

"Sword Holding Mountain? Why does this name sound familiar..."

"Damn it... I remembered that three hundred years ago, there was a black sword wielder in this lineage."

"Really of this lineage, the mountain gate left by the Black Sword [Sword Holder] must be treated well."

Immediately, the noise in the building dropped a lot, making the low voices even more harsh, and everyone looked at the boy in cloth.

"Sword holder?" Li Mo was stunned. Although he didn't know the meaning of this name, it was related to the black sword, which aroused his curiosity.

"Three hundred years ago, a boy who followed Black Sword was dedicated to holding the sword for Black Sword... Because of this important relationship, this man received the guidance of Black Sword. After the age of forty, he became one of the great masters in the world...

His sect also changed its name to Sword-holding Mountain..."

Master Ji is quite familiar with the shopkeepers of all the major sects in the world.

The fierce reputation of the Black Sword spread throughout the world, and three hundred years later, its reputation remains undefeated.

However, in Beijing, this name seems a bit sensitive, and anyone related to it is not very friendly.

After all, this murderous master killed many people back then, and his glory was the shame of many people.

"Brother Li, you should know that there are two most unpopular gates in Wangxuan City..."

Master Ji raised his hand and pointed at the commoner boy.

"One of them is Holding Sword Mountain, and the other one is the mountain gate where Black Sword was born... What is it called?" Master Ji thought for a while, showing a thoughtful look.

Over the past three hundred years, someone in Holding Sword Mountain has stood out from time to time and advanced to the Xuantian Pavilion. However, the mountain gate where the Black Sword is located is silent, making people forget about it.

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Master Ji tapped the table and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"That's the name..."

"This..." Li Mo curled his lips and his expression became even weirder.

"Ever since Black Sword, this lineage has not produced any decent talents in the past three hundred years. Now we don't even know if they exist, so we don't need to care too much." Master Ji chuckled.

In the past three hundred years, no disciple in Luofu Mountain has been able to advance to the Xuantian Pavilion. Naturally, he has long been forgotten in the corner.

"Zhijianshan has had no newcomers come forward for twelve consecutive years. Why didn't you cover your crotch this year and exposed you?" Qian Yaodong sneered.

The Poison King Mountain and the Sword-holding Mountain have a feud. When the Black Sword came out, their ancestors were not defeated by the Black Sword, but they were directly killed by the sword-wielding boy.

Du Wangshan will naturally remember this great hatred in his heart.

In the final exams of the Xuantian Pavilion, it has been a custom that Duwangshan will play dirty tricks whenever he encounters a disciple from the Sword-holding Mountain.

For this reason, Holding Sword Mountain killed and injured many disciples overtly and covertly.

"Why is this kid so stupid? Why are you still standing there?" Someone whispered, with a sarcastic look in his eyes.

With such a connection with the Black Sword, he actually dared to show off in the market, and even offended the disciples of Poison King Mountain. This unique method of seeking death has not been seen for many years.

"How stupid..."

Qian Yaodong sat still, but his right index finger moved rhythmically, and a faint murderous intent flashed through his cold eyes.

"Come and sit, there's still room here."

At this moment, a soft voice suddenly sounded, instantly breaking the tense atmosphere in the building.

All eyes turned towards him, showing surprise.

"Brother Li, you..."

Master Ji was stunned and looked at Li Mo with a strange expression.

"Who is this person? How come you can even greet a fly like Zhi Jian Shan?"

"I don't know. I can't tell. He looks unfamiliar."

"Those who come from unknown origins must come from unknown origins."

Waves of whispers sounded from everywhere.

"I……"

The dull-looking commoner boy stood there, not knowing whether to advance or retreat. He just looked at Li Mo and cast a grateful look at him.

"Come and sit."
To be continued...