The most romantic swordsman in the world is called Chen San Gongzi.

The most famous sword technique in the world is called the Wancang Sword Sutra.

The most powerful and mysterious place in the world is Qijian Villa.

The Wanzang Sword Sutra is the secret master of Qijian Villa, and the third young master Chen is the young master of Qijian Villa.

Mr. Chen started practicing swords since he was four and two months old, and was able to study the Wancang Sword Sutra at the age of seven. By the age of eleven, he achieved some sword skills and fought with Taoist Gong Yu of Shangqing. He attacked 185 swords in one go, which prevented this martial arts master who was famous for his fast swords from counterattacking.

Taoist Yu convincingly admitted defeat, marveling at him as a "peerless genius".

At the age of fourteen, Mr. Chen, with his grand six styles of the ancient swordsman, surpassed Zuo Tianxing, the swordsman among the top ten masters, and became the first swordsman of the new generation of Jiuyou.

——The first swordsman who is too young.

Countless people were so jealous that they were crazy, but few dared to try to challenge his sword. Because everyone understood that the Nine Netherworlds were thousands of miles away, and no one could compare to the talent of the San Gongzi Chen in the sword, and no one could stop his brilliant sword technique as brilliant as a peacock spreading his tail.

He is the dragon among men.

Some people say that Mr. Chen’s cultivation level has reached the ancestors who created Qijian Villa three hundred years ago.

Some people also say that although he has not surpassed him yet, he will definitely reach a state that even his ancestors cannot reach in less than ten years.

——It is even possible to achieve the legendary ultimate martial arts.

——Slay the Moon Flying Fairy and tread through the void!

"It's a pity that there are unexpected situations in the world..."

"Nine months ago, Mr. Chen, the third young master, fought against the Demon Sect, the world's number one master, on Chiri Island. Although he exhausted all the changes in his sword technique and pierced the opponent's throat within a hundred moves, he was also shocked by the body's unique destructive energy and cut off the nineteen meridians in his body. The third young master's life was unhindered, but his peerless martial arts were put into flowing water. This is the biggest regret in the martial arts world in this world."

The middle-aged man who was explaining the deeds of Mr. Chen sighed with an extremely painful expression on his face.

The boys and girls gathered in front of the gate of Qijian Villa exclaimed in surprise, and a few girls even cried loudly. They came for their idols, but they didn't expect to hear such bad news.

The ancient brass-cast sword, which was more than ten feet high at the gate, stood quietly, rolling up a thick shadow under the setting sun, wrapping everyone up.

There seemed to be muffled thunder rolling in the sky, and the ink-colored darkness began to be printed and dyed in the west sky, and it would probably rain soon.

Today is the second day of the second month, Jingzhe.

This is the day when Qijian Villa opens and recruits outstanding disciples of all sects every ten years, and spreads the sword path.

I don’t know how many people travel thousands of miles just to see Mr. Chen. However, things change, the three hundred years old ancient sword mountain gate of the Qijian Villa is still there, but this young peerless swordsman is missing.

"Is Mr. Chen no longer in the village?"

"I heard that I was only in seclusion in the back mountain, but no one has seen him for a long time."

"Will he teach us one or two classes?"

"As long as you can see him, you will be willing to die immediately!"

The boys and girls whispered, and their eyes were secretly casting towards the white tower floating in the clouds behind the mountain.

Where is the third young master? Almost every newcomer is asking this question in his heart.

Only in this mountain, the clouds are deep and I don’t know where it is.

***

Late at night.

Everything in the back mountain is silent.

The turbulent tide of the sun was stopped under the cliff, and I slept quietly.

At this early spring, the chilly and coldness has not subsided, and there is still snow on the top of the mountain, and only the green pines and cypresses that have never withered stand proudly. Shen Zhenyi sat quietly on a wooden wheelchair, looking up at the moon's eyes hanging in the air as huge as a roulette, and her clothes vibrate constantly in the cold night wind.

The moonlight is as clear as water.

He is the third son of Qijian Villa, and to this day, he is still just a young man who has just turned seventeen.

Shen Zhenyi has a tall figure, elegant facial features, a high nose bridge, and a divine light in his eyes, as if he had seen all the worlds. He usually likes to wear white clothes, and his whole body is spotless, without a trace of decadence.

There was a small red mud stove in front of Shen Zhenyi. The teapot on the stove was gurgling with white air, and the lid of the purple clay pot trembled slightly. The cold spring water transported from the Bijue Mountain thousands of miles away was about to open. A volume of scriptures spread out on the grass at his feet, and the pages of the book flowed light yellow and faintly precious light. This is the silk paper woven by the silkworm of heaven. Water and fire are not damaged, and can be passed down for thousands of years.

If it weren't for this strange phenomenon, probably no one would have guessed that this book that was randomly discarded on the ground would be the supreme martial arts book that everyone in the world dreamed of--

——"Wanzang Sword Sutra".

The manuscript in Shen Zhenyi's hand is not an ordinary copy, but a manuscript that has been passed down for three hundred years in Qijian Villa. It is written by Shen Mengtian, the creator of the villa. However, it is thrown at her feet casually, like waste paper worthless.

The pages of the Sword Classic are full of traces of smearing the pen, and a beautiful woman even painted in a blank space on the second page. Although there are only a few strokes, they are all charming and charming, and their skills are truly profound. It is his occasionally naughty childlike masterpiece.

When the ancestors of the Shen family saw him ruining the treasures he passed down so much, I wonder if I would be so angry that I would jump out of the coffin.

But Shen Zhenyi seemed to be natural and didn't think there was anything wrong.

He sat upright and thoughtfully. Until the moon's eyes rose to the middle of the sky, the teapot made a sharp whistle.

The water finally opened.

Shen Zhenyi lazily reached out and lifted the teapot. When his wrist trembled, a silver water line shot out from the mouth of the pot, falling directly into the black glaze rabbit tea cup in the distance, and suddenly splashed pearl-like white foam. The fragrance of tea was everywhere, refreshing the heart.

Tea is a tributed snow bud before the Ming Dynasty, worth a thousand gold if it is one or two.

The pear blossom wood table in which the tea cup is placed is more than two meters away from Shen Zhenyi's wheelchair. The boiling water naturally cools down during the flying in the air, and the temperature is just right when it falls into the cup. It will not destroy the color and taste of the tender tea, nor will the tea leaves not be soaked because of the coldness, and the aroma cannot be completely emitted.

If this move is seen by the master of the tea ceremony, it will definitely be amazing. But if you want to use this move to make the wonderful tea flavor, you must first practice such magical martial arts as Master Shen San. How many people can do this exquisite control that does not leak a drop of water from two feet away?

Shen Zhenyi put down the teapot, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the tea fragrance that was lingering in his breath in a very short time. When the fragrance gradually faded, he slowly pushed the wheelchair to the front of the tea table, bent down, stretched out his long and white fingers to hold the hot tea cup, and made a gesture to drink.

His movements were calm and elegant, and every move seemed to contain the mysterious principles of heaven and earth. It looked pleasing to the eye and thoughtful.

There are rumors in the world that you can experience the charm of the peerless swordsman from every move of Mr. Shen.

In the eyes of those who know swords, his back is a brilliant sword score - the sword man Zuo Tianxing once commented so.

Sudden!

Shen Zhenyi seemed to notice something and her movements stopped slightly.

The instant unnaturalness destroys the coherent beauty of the flowing water, making people feel unhappy.

A gray-yellow fallen leaf blew from nowhere, and flew towards Shen Zhenyi, and was about to hit his shoulder. But when it entered within three feet of his body, there was only a slight sound. The leaves seemed to be swept by a sharp sword, and divided into two neatly arranged pieces along the stems, spiraling and falling into dust.

Shen Zhenyi looked at the scene and sighed: "Come out! Your murderous intent has appeared and cannot be hidden."

He faced the deepest darkness.

Even if he lost his true energy as rumored, the murderous sword intent was as bright as a torch in the dark in Shen Zhenyi's eyes. How could he hide it from him?

But there was still silence in the mountains and no one answered.

A bird that lost its nest flew up from the bushes, whinely rushed into the night, and soon disappeared without a trace.

"Since nine months ago, the White Tower in the back mountain, which is usually rarely visited, has been assassinated three times a month on average. Don't you feel annoyed?"
Chapter completed!