Martial King’s Retired Life

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Ten years ago, a young man met him in the far-reaching Maolin of southern Xinjiang.

The teenager did not know the Central Plains before then. It was the Central Plains merchants passing by in the village occasionally, and he dared to watch them from a distance. Watching them play out like a trick-another piece of gorgeous and delicate, but I do not know what it is. With ingenious local dialect, and the village chief's lip-swords, he was always able to leave with a smile. In addition, there was no contact at all.

He was curious about this foreigner from strange land. But the ability of men is still beyond the imagination of young people.

This man is superb, as if he knew everything and could do everything. He cut through thorns and dived into the jungle, destroying the beasts around the village. The robbers who have invaded the hometown of adolescents for more than ten years have been wiped out within three nights of his design. When the leader of the robber who killed the whole family and called him to a duel, he didn't know that hundreds of his own men were already in different positions. And this did not make much difference. The man picked up the sword on the ground-Pingping-the sword was killing him.

When the man was going to go further south, the young man-a rattle on the ground, five bodies cast to the ground, as if worshipping the ancient gods. The boy asked the man to take him away, and he wanted to follow the man.

I remember in the sunlight that poisoned human eyes in the forest, the young man felt a whisper beside his head, more-a sword-the iron sword that cut off his enemy's head.

The teenager raised his head, the figure and light of the man were almost indistinguishable.

"Going south, I will have great danger to take. The journey is not smooth, and the end is only for the warriors.

The man paused before he said it.

"I have only a few months to train you. If you can keep up, come on.

After this sentence, the man added a saddle before and after the horse, and quickly followed the class. A teenager who doesn't like talking but runs like a wind.

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The teenager followed the man to practice swordsmanship. His talent for swords is unprecedented. It even made men think about apprenticeship for a long time. Even the eldest son, who is full of portraits and never smiles, once laughed: "If this child meets his father for a few years, he may already be the first young swordsman of Luojian Villa."

The man didn't say anything, but compared the young man with the eldest son in his heart. If there is more time for training, in the future, there may be candidates for the chief of the sword room and the assistant.

The process of juvenile martial arts can be said to be one-thousand miles, except that silence is the same as innocence.

"You need the name, the name of the Central Plains.

One day, when the young man with more and more powerful skills killed one tiger, the man said.

"Your sword is the same as yours. It is like the wind. Just call it the name of the wind.

The teenager understood the meaning of the wind, so he smiled and nodded in response.

It's been a long time since the people around him called it "Feng Jian".

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"Brother, brother, please wake up.

He was called softly, always rain sword.

The only female disciple among the four swords has always been soft to him. Unlike the respectful others have to do because he was afraid of him, Yu Jian had a bright smile when he called ‘brother P’. Sometimes the handsome face flushed, as if with some kind of excitement.

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I don't know when, Feng Jian was a little afraid to see her. So there wasn't much to say about her.

The one-eyed young man sat up, and the last sight that appeared in his head was still dueling on the ring.

Fire Sword is the youngest of the four, and the origin is the quickest tongue, the story of everything that happened happened quickly.

Feng Jian recalled that Zhanxian's skill was comparable to that of Master, and it was a peerless master. If the Master had not been prepared, I am afraid that the chaos today has not stopped.

"Brother.

Thunder sword's thick voice sounded.

"Master has something to explain.

Sealed in a rectangular box, Feng Jian only knows that it is a rare and strange soldier by judging from the sharp breath revealed from the inside.

When Lei Jian saw that Fengjian had not received the brocade box, he opened the brocade box in the face of Fengjian. Revealed-the ancient long sword. This sword is very ancient, and the odd peaks in the deep sheath can break the gold and iron, and it represents a legendary sword school in the martial arts.

The wind sword naturally recognizes this sword,

For this sword, he led Sanjian to lurk in Lushan for half a year. Finally, in a heavy rain, the four people gathered around and took the ‘five olds’ from the wind across Long Ting ’.

"The" Five Olds "is left to you by the Master." Lei Jian's eyes-as usual, his awe of this brother is not inferior to that of Master, and his tone is uncontrollable and exciting, "Brother you have always been bad A stunner with your sword skills. With this shogun, who is your opponent besides Master?

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Feng Jian's swordsmanship has always been well received among Luo Ming's disciples, and even among those who know him, even Luo Ming.

The deep internal force obtained from the poison king, the superior martial arts inherited from Master,

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