Chapter 1

The most romantic swordsman in the world is named third childe Shen.

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

The most powerful and mysterious place in the world is Yijian mountain villa.

Wancang sword Scripture is the secret and unique skill of Zijian mountain villa, and third childe Shen is the young master of Zijian mountain villa.

Mr. Shen has been practicing sword since he was four years old and two months old. He can study wanzang sword Sutra at the age of seven. At the age of 11, his sword technique was Xiaocheng. He fought with Taoist Yu of Shangqing palace and attacked 185 swords in one breath, which made the martial arts elder famous for his fast sword unable to fight back.

Yudao accepted the defeat orally and marveled that he was a "peerless genius".

At the age of 14, Mr. Shen became the first swordsman of the new generation of Jiuyou with his majestic six movements of ancient sword, which surpassed the sword maniac Zuo Tianxing among the top ten experts.

——Too young first swordsman.

Countless people are crazy with jealousy, but few dare to challenge his blade. Because everyone knows that no one in the nine secluded places can match Shen's talent in sword. No one can stop his brilliant sword technique like a peacock.

He is the dragon of man.

Some people say that the cultivation of third childe Shen has followed the ancestors who created abandoned sword villa 300 years ago.

Some people say that although he has not exceeded it yet, he will reach a level that can not be reached by the sages of all dynasties in ten years.

——It is even possible to reach the legendary extreme of martial arts.

——Cut the moon and fly the immortal, step through the void!

"It's a pity that there is an unexpected situation..."

"Nine months ago, the third childe Shen had a decisive battle with the coir raincoat man of the demon sect, the best expert in the world, in Chiri island. Although he tried his best to change his sword skills and pierced his opponent's throat within a hundred moves, he was also shocked by the body with the immortal spirit of extinction and broke 19 meridians all over his body. The third childe's life was all right, but his peerless martial arts were put into water. This is the greatest regret of the Wulin in the world."

The middle-aged man who explained the story of Mr. Shen sighed with a very sad look on his face.

The boys and girls gathered in front of the Mountain Gate of abandoned sword villa shouted loudly, and several girls even cried loudly. They came for their idols. Unexpectedly, they heard such bad news.

The brass cast ancient sword standing more than ten feet high at the gate stood quietly, rolling up a thick shadow in the setting sun and enveloping the people.

There seems to be a rumble of thunder rolling in the sky. If the dark ink begins to dye in the western sky, it will probably rain soon.

Today, on the second day of February, it awakens the sting.

This is a big day for Zijian mountain villa to open and close every ten years, recruit qualified disciples from all schools and schools, and widely spread kendo.

I don't know how many people have traveled thousands of miles just to see Mr. Shen. However, things are right and people are wrong. The 300 year old sword Mountain Gate of abandoned sword villa is still there, but the young peerless swordsman disappeared.

"Is third childe Shen not in the villa?"

"It's said that he only closed in Houshan, but no one has seen him for a long time."

"Will he give us a lesson or two?"

"As long as I can see him, I'm willing to die immediately!"

The boys and girls whispered, and their eyes secretly turned to the misty white tower in the clouds behind the mountain.

Where is the third childe? Almost every new comer is asking this question.

just somewhere in this mountain here, but deep clouds set me wondering where.

***

Late at night.

Everything is quiet behind the mountain.

Under the cliff, the day's surging sea tide has stopped, sleeping quietly.

At this early spring, the chilly chill has not disappeared, and there is still residual snow on the top of the mountain. Only the green pines and cypresses that do not wither stand proudly. Shen Zhenyi sat quietly in a wooden wheelchair and looked up at the moon's eyes hanging in the air like a wheel. His clothes vibrated in the cold night wind.

The moonlight is as clear as water.

He is the third childe of Zijian mountain villa. To this day, he is still just 17 years old.

Shen Zhenyi has a tall figure, beautiful facial features, a tall nose, and inner light in his eyes, which looks like reading all the forms in the world. He likes to wear white clothes on weekdays, and his whole body is spotless without a trace of decadence.

In front of Shen Zhenyi was a small red clay stove. The teapot on the stove was bubbling with white gas. The purple sand pot lid trembled slightly. The cold spring water transported from bird Jue mountain thousands of miles away was about to open. A volume of Scriptures was spread out on the grass at his feet, and the pages were flowing with light yellow light. This is the silk paper woven by Tianchan silk. It can be passed on for thousands of years without being hurt by water and fire.

If it hadn't been for this strange image, probably no one would have guessed that this book, which was randomly discarded on the ground, is the supreme martial arts treasure book that people all over the world dream of——

——Wan Zang Jian Jing.

This is an unusual manuscript in Shen Zhenyi's hand. It is an original manuscript handed down from the abandoned sword villa for 300 years. It is written by Shen Mengtian, the founder of the villa. However, just throw it at your feet like worthless waste paper.

The pages of the sword Sutra are full of traces of letter pen smearing, and a line drawn beauty is even drawn in the blank of the second page. Although there are only a few strokes, he is charming and romantic. His skills are really good. It is the masterpiece left by his occasional urchin's nature.

The ancestors of the Shen family didn't know if they would jump out of the coffin in anger when they saw him spoil the precious treasure handed down from generation to generation.

Shen Zhenyi seemed to take it for granted and didn't think there was anything wrong.

He sat still and thought hard. Until the moon eye rose to the middle of the sky, the teapot screamed sharply.

The water finally boiled.

Shen Zhenyi stretched out his hand lazily and lifted the teapot. His wrist shook. A silver water line shot out of the mouth of the teapot. It landed in the black glazed rabbit's hair in the distance, and immediately sputtered pearl like white foam. The fragrance of tea is refreshing.

Tea is the snow bud before the Ming Dynasty, which is worth thousands of gold.

The pear blossom wooden table where the tea cups are placed is more than two feet away from Shen Zhenyi's wheelchair. The boiled water cools naturally in the process of flying from the air, and the temperature is just right when it falls into the cup. Neither too hot to destroy the color and taste of tender tea, nor too cold to make the tea bubble, and the aroma can not be fully distributed.

If this move is seen by the tea ceremony master, it must be amazing. But if you want to use this move to make a wonderful tea flavor, you must first practice the magical martial arts of third childe Shen. How many people can achieve this exquisite control without leaking a drop of water two feet away?

Shen Zhenyi put down the teapot, closed her eyes and enjoyed the dense tea fragrance in her breath in a very short time. When the fragrance gradually faded, he slowly pushed the wheelchair to the tea table, brushed his sleeves, bent over, stretched out his tall white fingers, held the hot tea cup and tried to drink.

His movements are calm and elegant. Every move seems to contain the profound truth of heaven and earth. It is pleasing to the eyes and thoughtful.

It is said in the Jianghu that the charm of peerless sword can be appreciated from every move of third childe Shen.

In the eyes of those who know the sword, his back is a high Ming sword spectrum - the sword maniac Zuo Tianxing once said so.

Suddenly!

Shen Zhenyi seemed to notice something, and his action was slightly sluggish.

The instantaneous unnaturalness destroys the beauty of continuity, which makes people unhappy.

A piece of gray and yellow leaves came from nowhere and flew to Shen Zhenyi's body. It was about to hit him on the shoulder. But when he was within three feet of his body, he heard only a slight hiss. The leaves seemed to be swept by a sharp sword, divided into two neat and uniform pieces along the leaf stem, swirling and falling obliquely into the dust.

Shen Zhenyi stared at the scene and sighed: "come out! Your killing opportunity has appeared and can't be hidden."

He faced the deepest darkness.

Even if he lost his true Qi as rumored, the sword full of killing opportunities is as bright as a torch in the night. How can he hide it from him?

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

A bird that lost its nest fluttered up from the Bush, whined and rushed into the night, and soon disappeared without a trace.

"Since nine months ago, Houshan White Pagoda, which is usually inaccessible, has been assassinated three times a month. Don't you feel bored?"

Shen Zhenyi's voice was calm, but it seemed that it was none of his business.