Chapter 11 Prelude

The moon is bright and starry, and it is another quiet night.

The hundred-mile sky is still sitting on the eaves of the Taisang Hall, carefully wiping his sword, which is not a famous sword. Ordinary steel is combined with a little star iron, and there is no fancy decoration line. Such a simple sword has been accompanied by countless fierce battles in the hundreds of miles of sky.

A hundred miles in the sky stroked the inconspicuous but real cracks on the sword, and his heart was full of thoughts. Until this moment, he looked at the moon and had an indescribable unreal feeling, as if everything was false. He still remembered that it was also such a month's night that he fled from the snow peak alone... ...

He is the descendant of today's sword saint and has been deeply praised by the sword saint, but he is not yet a man of Tianjian Villa. He is just a wild seed, a seed left by the young master of Tianjian Villa after his youth and romantic. His mother finally died in the expectation of year after year, and he is carrying a handle after three years of filial piety for his mother. The rusty iron sword traveled a long distance to the peak.

It is difficult for others to imagine how a 12-year-old teenager could buy thousands of mountains and rivers until he climbed the snow-white peak, but the teenager did not find Tianjian Villa, because his direction was deviated on the way, so he could not find Tianjian Villa, but he met another very important person, one for him People who have a great impact on life.

The old man was standing on the mountain at that time, looking at the hundred miles of sky with a smile. The hundred miles of sky still can't forget the scene and the dialogue.

"Why did you come here?"

"I'm going to send that man down to accompany my mother."

"If this is not good, your mother will not be happy."

"I know, but I have to do it. My mother is reluctant to scold me. She will be happy soon.

The teenager's face is pale, cold and hateful.

The old man's face is rosy, kind, loving, and guilty.

"You can't kill him."

“......”

"You can't even get close to where he lives."

“......”

"I won't let you kill him, and I don't want him to kill you."

"I can only live with him after all, even if the bloodline in our body is so similar."

"Let me teach you swordsmanship. If one day you can take my three moves, or I can't take yours, you can go to him."

When the old man finished saying that, he sighed in the long sky. Is it sad for an old man to watch his grandson kill his son? In the following six years, Bailichangkong followed the old man to practice swords. He showed a talent that surprised the swordsman, but the more the Bailichangkong progressed, the more sad the Jiansheng felt, because the hatred in Bailichangkong's heart did not decrease at all...

Six years later, Baili Changkong went down the mountain, challenged everywhere and began his own road of kendo, and the sword saint also returned to the villa. However, at a certain time every year, he came back to practice with Baili Changkong. Baili Changkong still abided by the agreement with the old man, and the sword saint also announced the identity of Baili Changkong in the villa for a while. The people in the villa were extremely shocked.

Baili Yuanfeng, the father of Baili Changkong, the son of Jiansheng, already has a son. When he learned the existence of Baili Changkong, silent tears fell in his eyes, as if he recalled the relationship in those years, but the wife of Baili Yuanfeng saw it, and the son of Baili Yuanfeng also felt it. Threatening, the mother and son felt for the first time that Tianjian Villa was not under their control.

So, after the latest duel, the swordsman retreated and returned along the original road, but was ambushed halfway and almost died...

Zheng!

He shook his sword in a hundred miles of sky and let out a bright golden sound. He still remembers the man's eyes! The cold eyes of the man who can be said to be his brother!

"What's wrong?"

Another figure appeared on the eaves. Looking back in the sky, it was Ren Xu's younger brother, Chen Feng. After Ren Xu disappeared, this low-key man silently took over the burden of the Taishang Gang and kept supporting the Taishang Gang from dispersing. It is difficult for him to support him until now.

In the Taishang Gang, Ren Xu and Baili Changkong are all people who don't like to help, and Lu Yun's gloomy personality is also difficult to help. Yang Xuan is more like a bodyguard of the female guard. It is a fool's dream that Mr. Yu and Li Yang alone have to support the Taishang Gang to support the whole Sanshan League.

"Oh, I just remembered some unpleasant things."

"Oh."

Chen Feng nodded and sat next to the long sky. He is like this. He is used to with a straight face. In Lin Sihuan's words, it is a typical internal heat and external cold. Thinking about Ren Xufang's/unruly personality in a hundred miles of sky, he and Chen Feng are really two extreme people.

"Do you think there will be anything wrong with Ren Xu?"

The night wind blew, and the snow on the eaves was blown up, and the surroundings were like a fantasy. The moonlight was cold, which made people feel extra cold.

"I don't know, and the master doesn't know. He said that if this hurdle is passed, he will definitely get the road in the future. If he can't pass, the dust will return to dust and the earth will return to the earth. It's just this hurdle, decades in advance..."

"Yes..."

A hundred miles of sky took a white breath and arrived decades ahead of schedule. Will that be the key to breaking the shackles of the realm? Baili Changkong is confident that he is the second person under Ren Xu, and even comparable to Ren Xu's strength, but now it is the first time that he feels that he is going to be left away by Ren Xu...

"Maybe it's time for me to continue my kendo."

After a long silence, he suddenly said that he inserted the sword back into the scabbard.

"Go ahead."

Chen Feng patted the snow on his leg and spoke in a tone as if a friend had told him to buy something. He was extremely calm, but it made a hundred miles of sky feel a heartfelt emotion. He patted Chen Feng on the shoulder. For months, the man who did not look strong was also full of explosions at this time. Forced.

"It's okay to help. Master is here. I'm here."

When I was talking about the last time I was there, Bailichangkong felt Chen Feng's particularly aggravated tone, and he didn't know what to say. Ren Xu said that he was a ** person, but he couldn't get coquettish at this moment...

Tonight's dialogue is just an episode in a small corner on the huge chessboard of Nanshenzhou. At this moment, in Nanshenzhou is constantly changing its power. The chess pieces on the chessboard have changed again and again. The forces of Daomen and the forces of Tianganmen alternate with each other, and even the branch of the veins under Doumen have begun to After participating in it, the whole game of chess was suddenly chaotic. Everyone had a feeling that they did not know the future dynasty, and ordinary people were even more panicked all day long for fear of being implicated.

After the powerless Nanqi government accumulated enough power, it finally broke out!

is December of the year, before the festival.

The government of Southern Qi sent troops to suppress several power points of Tiangangmen at the upper end of the Yanghe River, expelling the influence of Tiangangmen to the south of the Yanghe River. At the same time, after the withdrawal of Nanqi, a large number of sect gangs appeared in the southern wilderness, a considerable part of which were barbarians in the southern wilderness, who had been plundered with the army. Gangs that seize resources and wealth will be defeated one by one.

South China fell into the prelude to the collapse...