Too Reckless

"Too reckless (!

All the sects in the world have sword pavilions.

The sword pavilion, also known as the town sword pavilion, not only stores swords, but also stores all weapons without a master.

Weapons are murder weapons, and they exist for the purpose of killing; the swords of practitioners are made of heaven and earth treasures and absorb the essence of the sun and moon, and they contain the power of heaven and earth; the higher the rank, the greater the power. Without the master's control, it is easy to accidentally hurt others.

Centrally stored in the sword pavilion, it can not only ensure safety, but also fight against each other between the blades, and can also temper the blades by itself, which is a way of 'raising the sword'.

Like Yunshui Jiantan, there is a special 'Sword Washing Pond', in which millions of remnant swords are sunk, and the sword qi goes straight into the sky; ordinary swords, as long as they can bear it, can be washed once in the pool, and they can become a A powerful weapon.

The three aristocratic families in Qingyun City are famous for casting swords, and all the swords they have made are put together; the quality of the swords stored in the sword pavilion is definitely not comparable to the town sword pavilion of the nine sects, but there are more than 10,000 swords in it, and the number is piled up. , is also not to be underestimated.

The Jiange Pavilion is built in the middle of Zhangjia Manor on the east side of Qingyun City. It is a seven-story tower. Above the eaves of each floor, there is a town house auspicious beast squatting.

The manor is very large, with a martial arts field built in the middle, right in front of the sword pavilion, and there are also verandas and pavilions around it for people to observe.

In the ancestral ancestral hall behind the Jiange, there is a portrait of the Lord Qingdu on the wall, and the tablets of the successive patriarchs are placed on the side of the ancestral hall.

Zhang Yinfeng, who was the head of the Zhang family at the time, held incense and bowed his head to the portrait on the wall; behind him stood his second brother Zhang Cheng, speaking in a low voice:

"Brother, last night, someone sneaked into the manor and killed three nephews who were patrolling the house. I saw that the route was to go to the courtyard where you lived; I rushed over and injured the man, but I couldn't see the appearance, only knew The swordsmanship is a bit like the swordsmanship of Zhao Ping in the Southern Wilderness."

"Zhao Ping?"

Zhang Yinfeng heard the name, his eyes moved slightly, he straightened up, and lightly rubbed the hilt of the sword at his waist.

The long sword on the waist is three feet six inches long, and at the end of the hilt, there is a red orb embedded in it, named 'Red Leaf', a medium-grade spiritual tool.

Zhang Yinfeng remembered the origin of this sword.

Twenty years ago, he was still the young master of the Zhang family. Walking in Shuanlonggang, he met a loose cultivator swordsman.

Both of them are swordsmen, and they are congenial. They heard that there is a wild cultivator in the southern wasteland, and they went to kill them together.

During the war, the swordsman drew the sword, but was also wounded.

Afterwards, Zhang Yinfeng came back with the sword.

He also set up a tomb for the swordsman, which was admired and worshipped by the surrounding monks and people.

That swordsman's name is 'Southern Wilderness Zhao Ping'.

Zhang Yinfeng released the hilt of his sword and said calmly:

"Strictly inspect, and once found, kill them on the spot."

Zhang Cheng caught the saber, did not ask the reason, turned around and walked out of the ancestral hall...

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Outside the gate of Zhangjiazhuang, there is a prosperous long street, which can be regarded as a small fairy market.

The well-known monks around Qingyun City were greeted by the three major families and entered Zhuangzi through the main entrance. The nameless scattered cultivators who came here because they didn't have this kind of treatment, lined up in a long queue outside the side door.

Zuo Lingquan was sitting in a restaurant on the street, eating lunch with Tang Jingshen. The little bird dumpling stood on the table, the bird's beak was not closed, and his eyes were fixed on Zuo Lingquan's chopsticks.

Cheng Jiujiang had long stopped eating grains, so he was not interested in sitting down to eat. He stood at the window and looked at it and introduced:

"The Zhang family is highly respected in Qingyun City, and the family advocates that Yin Feng, who has been slaying demons and demons around in the past years, attaches great importance to love and righteousness, and that the deceased friends who fought side by side will be properly buried and worshipped every year, no matter in practice or in everything. He is a swordsman that everyone admires..."

Zuo Lingquan used chopsticks to feed the dumplings. Hearing these stories, he was about to reply a few words, but out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed that there seemed to be a familiar shadow on the bustling street.

The last time Zuo Lingquan met Zhao Wuxie, his destination was Qingyun City. When he arrived here, he naturally thought of 'see you again' and kept paying attention to the surroundings. It's just that he turned to look at a medicine hall in the far side of the street. There were several sword-wielding martial artists outside the door, but none of them matched Zhao Wuxie.

Tang Jingxuan sat beside Zuo Lingquan, saw Zuo Lingquan turn his head to look at it, leaned in and asked:

"Little Zuo, what's the matter?"

"nothing."

Zuo Lingquan stared at the medicine hall, still thinking about Zhao Wuxie, the chopsticks in his hand moved to Tang Jingshen's mouth following the sound.

Tuanzi: "Gee??"

Tang Jingxuan saw the chopsticks stretched out, and was about to open it to catch it, but she reacted immediately, and quickly retreated, her face flushed:

"What are you doing?"

Zuo Lingquan noticed something was wrong when he shot, and quickly put the chopsticks back. When he looked around, he saw Tang Jingxuan's blushing face and bulging chest, staring at him strangely.

"I lost my mind, I didn't pay attention."

Tang Jingxuan was almost fed by a man, her face was a little red, she didn't say much after thinking about it, and sat quietly away for a while.

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The three major families in Qingyun City are competing for the place of 'Sword Young', and the competition has already begun.

Zuo Lingquan also inquired about it when he came over, and found that the standards outside were different from those of the Great Dan Dynasty. Those who were under the age of 30 and above the 12th level of Qi Refining were eligible to participate in the Nine Sect Alliance. Of course, there were no restrictions on men and women.

Except for Zuo Lingquan, no other person in the entire Great Dan Dynasty can meet this requirement; although Qingyun City is outside the mountain, it cannot be as large as a feather. The three major families add up to only five people in total, and they are all close to 30 in age. Years old, most of them have been piled up by the treasures of heaven and earth since childhood.

The cultivators fought in an instant, and five people fought for a spot, and it only took less than half an hour to add up.

Zuo Lingquan accompanies Tang Jingxuan to finish the meal, and the chickens inside also finish pecking each other. He leaves the restaurant and enters the manor with Cheng Jiujiang to participate in today's highlight - the gift of swords.

By the way, a loose cultivator who has no reputation to enter Zhuangzi has to pay a white jade baht as the ticket money.

Zuo Lingquan was not rich at all, and with two people, he couldn't let Cheng Jiujiang, the younger brother, give out the tickets. To be honest, it was a bit painful, but he came here, and finally gave the ticket money reluctantly.

With the flow of people turning left and right in the manor, they soon came to outside the seventh-floor sword pavilion.

Zuo Lingquan picked a good position in the veranda, stood behind Tang Jingshen, and looked at the martial arts field outside the Jiange Pavilion. Cheng Jiujiang stood with his hands behind his back and introduced the characters present:

"The one sitting directly below the Jiange is Zhang Yinfeng. The second one from the Zhang family should be standing at the back; the two seats on the left and right are from the Lin family and Wang family. The young girl was robbed by the Zhang family, and she doesn't look very good..."

When Cheng Jiujiang was observing, in the middle of the martial arts field, there was also a white-haired elder who spoke loudly:

"Today, it is an honor to have friends from all walks of life to come to support my Qingyun City. It is an honor to come and go without being indecent. My Qingyun City can't let all the Taoists run for nothing. The three patriarchs specially opened the sword pavilion and presented them to you. A friend sword. As for who to give it to, the old rules, fellow Daoists would like to know..."

"Know the rules, let's get started."

"As expected of the Shili Swordsman, he is really forthright, that Zhang did not say much, let the venue out, and those who want to take the stage will end on their own."

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding of the martial arts field became noisy.

The ten-mile swordsman who spoke up, Linggu Sanzhong was just stuck on the threshold, and he was bound to win today, so he got up directly from the seat.

When the scattered cultivators in the surrounding veranda saw this scene, they all sighed with joy. Only between the guests' seats, two monks stood up. After ignoring them, they began to push each other:

"Friend Chen, please come first!"

"Brother Song, let's go first..."

Fighting for the sword is not a fight, there is no rule that you can't fight with wheels. You can only win the championship if everyone dares to play, and then you will have a big advantage. When the monks saw this, they naturally cheered, but the two people in the seats did not argue. As a result, there was a noise between the verandas:

"Is there really someone going up? Could it be that you haven't heard the reputation of Shili Jiankuang?"

"You don't look like you're young, so why are you covering your face?"

"The eyes are so handsome..."

Pushing the two of them to stop when they heard the sound, they turned to look, but on the other side of the martial arts field, a man in a black robe walked towards the center of the martial arts field.

The man was tall, with well-proportioned limbs and muscles, with a sword behind his back, two machetes upside down in his hands, and a bamboo hat on his head~www.wuxiaspot.com~ His face was covered with a black scarf, only revealing a pair of sharp sword eyebrows and dark eyes. Other than that, there are no other special decorations.

Shi Li Jian Kuang Hu Yi, when he saw this appearance, his face became a little serious - Xiu Yi, ran to public but showed his face, there are only two reasons; one is that his identity is not clean, and the other is that he does not want to reveal his identity. . If these two types of people are not completely sure, they will not come out; if they come out, it means that they are determined to win.

Hu Yi let go of his arms, faced the man in black, raised his hands and clasped his fists:

"Hu Yi, Linnan County, who is your Excellency?"

The man in black, holding two machetes upside down, walked to the center of the martial arts arena, raised his hat, and spoke in a clear voice:

"Nanhuangjian has no intention, please enlighten me."

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