Chapter 027 The Top of the Broken Sea

The men in Tianhuazongmen moved very fast. In a moment, they took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and prepared a large sandalwood table, which was neatly placed in front of Hongxuan. After the pen and ink arrived, Hongxuan thought for a moment, and then got up with the pen, tapped the ink, and the dragons and phoenixes rose up on the grass-colored rice paper!

Two years ago, when Hongxuan was 18 years old, he suffered from Jiuyang's unique pulse and was born unable to practice martial arts, so he had to dance all day long. In the past 18 years, Hongxuan's literary accomplishment is extremely extraordinary. He has been called a scholar of Kyushu University at a young age. His literary achievements are self-evident. Now when he waves a brush and walks around, he is a dragon and snake, and the wind is flying!

Holding a pen in one hand, waving, carrying the momentum of sky and air, waving and sprinkling in the state of clouds and flowing water, brushing several pens, dozens of powerful black characters leaping on the paper! Writing, biting ink, waving, ending, the whole process was completed in one go, and it was completely settled!

Hongxuan waved his pen and couldn't help but exude a trend of pointing the country. The calm situation of holding the world immediately won the secret applause of the surrounding people. Bai Yi raised the corners of her eyes and looked at this young man in her twenties in disbelief. Bai Yuwei was deeply attracted by Hongxuan's writing. Her transparent eyes flashed with a little starlight. She never thought that this slightly ruffian and frivolous guy had such a polite side.

"Huh..."

Taking a deep breath, Hongxuan slowly closed his pen and quietly looked at the words he had just written. With a smile on his cheeks, he couldn't help but show a sense of satisfaction.

"Tianhua has a beautiful woman, peerless and independent. Take a look at the beautiful city, and then look at the beautiful country.

Bai Yuwei opened her cherry mouth, read it gently, and quietly tasted the charm. A trace of delicate shyness flashed on her pure white cheeks. After reading the poem, she covered her mouth and smiled, and a sweet taste flowed quietly. Regardless of the powerful black words, the praise contained in these four small poems has made white Yu Wei was overjoyed. Bai Yi, who stood by and watched, had already been integrated into the poetry, and his mind couldn't help echoing 'look at the city, and then look at the country'.

"Good!"

After half silence, Bai Yi finally broke away from the artistic conception of poetry, turned back to reality, and looked at Hongxuan with a frightening face. There has already been a huge wave in my heart. Wen can govern the country, Wu can calm the world, Hongxuan can write and martial arts, and the most important thing is that he is still so young!

"Hongxuan, can you give me this poem?"

Bai Yuwei looked at Hongxuan carefully for fear that he would not agree. This poem may have any special significance for her.

"This poem is written for you."

Hongxuan nodded and smiled, and his obscene old face rarely showed a bright smile. The beautiful woman asked for it. In general, he was still willing to accept it.

"Write a poem for me."

Bai Yuwei's eyes linger, and sweet waves appeared in her heart. The girl's imagination had already taken her to another unknown palace.

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The next day

After a night of noise, Tianhuazong finally calmed down. The morning sun was as thin as a veil, pouring down and waving on the vast and majestic continent of Kyushu. Hongxuan did not have the habit of lazy sleep. He got up early, practiced sword dance, and studied the nine styles of swords taught to him by Gu Feng. Learning martial arts is like sailing against the water and retreat if you don't advance. With Jiuyang's peerless vein, if he does not break through the realm of Wuzong before the age of 22, his life will only be short-lived and will soon dissipate, and he will have to repay the hatred of the Jizong, Zhenzong and Yaozong. On the wedding day, the three sects joined hands. It was too coincidental. If it had nothing to do with the married heroine Qiu Jingyu, Hongxuan would not believe it.

Qiu Jingyu is talented, and his own strength is also extremely strong. How can such a strong woman look up to a weak scholar? At that time, Hongxuan was just a waste suffering from Jiuyang's unique veins and nothing. Although there is a light poke of the main style of the Kyushu region, the two are not a person in the same world at all. One is a talented person and a waste scholar. Qiu Jingyu looks down on her, and it is reasonable that she does not want to marry her.

However, Qiu Jingyu's behavior is like a sharp knife piercing Hongxuan's fragile heart, which is even more indescribable for Hongxuan's blow. When he got married, he secretly colluded with the three sects to harm himself. A man is also a man with a memory of two generations. Who can bear this shame! Qiu Jingyu's move completely hurt a man's most basic self-esteem, and then Hongxuan was taken away by the three sects in the name of guilt. He suffered from prison. Everything was an unspeakable shame for Hongxuan!

Qizong, Yaozong, Zhenzong and Qiujia, these four forces secretly hooked up and harmed Hongxuan. Hongxuan has long vowed not to die. He usually laughed and said, but he buried the deepest pain in his heart. A man's pain can only be hidden deep and unknown to outsiders. His efforts are only for two purposes, the first is to live well; the second is to find the shame of the past. Study hard every day, and there is no slackness in martial arts. Everything is to find the shame and the dignity lost in those years!

As a man, dignity is inviolable!

The sky gradually turned white, and Xuanyang had already crossed the top of the mountain and floated quietly in the blue clouds. Hongxuan looked up at the sky and secretly calculated everything in his heart. Two months later, Wei Fan, the patriarch of the array, survived the disaster here. As Wei Ling's father, he had to be prepared to pay for what his son did. In a few days, Zhenzong will send thousands of disciples to station here to build a place to cross the disaster, but Hongxuan's heart has a long-term calculation. The geographical location here is extremely superior. Although it is a good place to cross the disaster, it is also easy to take advantage of it.

"Go with the sword!"

With a soft shout, Taichu came out of his sheath, swinging a piece of purple, and quietly floating in front of Hongxuan. With his feet gently, Hongxuan jumped on the purple sword body, drove the flying sword, and rushed out of Tianhuazong. The day of the suzerain crossing the disaster is determined to be a deep defense. It is not easy to make trouble at that critical moment. Hongxuan has never fought uncertain battles, and it is extremely necessary to explore the surrounding terrain of Tianhua Sect.

Controlling Taichu, Hongxuan quickly skimmed through the mountains. The island where Tianhuazong is located is called Nansha Island. The area of the island is about hundreds of kilometers. It is surrounded by an endless ocean, like an isolated paradise. Only the occasional sailing boats still show that people come and go here. The environment of Nansha Island is extremely superior, and it is surrounded by countless fishery resources, which is the basis for the survival of Tianhuazong and Xianhuzong.

Above Taichu, Hongxuan carefully observed Nansha Island. Nansha Island was like a sudden rise at the sea level, and it seemed a little lonely in the boundless sea. Only a huge mountain range next to them snuggles up to each other, and they are like two brothers standing quietly in the sea. The tall mountain range next to it is called Duanhai Mountain. It is said that it is originally integrated with Nansha Island, but it was later divided into two by a top strong man and turned into two halves.

On the top of Duanhai Mountain, there are rolling waterfalls all year round, and thousands of waterfalls fall to the sky, setting off a white fog all over the sky, which is magnificent. As for why there is a continuous flow of white water rolling on the top of the mountain, but no one knows. Because no one can go up to the top of the broken sea mountain, no one can find out what is above. In the past, many masters frequently went to try to find out, but it always ended in failure. For this reason, the name of the broken sea mountain can be said to be famous in Kyushu, and its mystery. The measurement far exceeded that of the nearby Nansha Island.

The Royal Sword is flying. Hongxuan is on top of Taichu, and the whole sea area can be had a panoramic view. The huge mountain of Duanhai Mountain is even more conspicuous. The flying waterfall is like a white practice, setting off thousands of feet of water fog, and the momentum is little reachable.

"What a magical place!"

Hongxuan controlled Taichu, his mind turned, and then rushed away, and quickly rushed to the waterfall in the Duanhai Mountain. Taichu's flight speed was extremely fast, but the difference between Nansha Island and Duanhai Mountain was dozens of miles, and Hongxuan also flew with his sword for a period of time. Flying away, Hongxuan quickly felt the powerful power of the Qianzhang Waterfall. The water impacted, and the top of Qianzhang trembled down, stirring the rumble of the sea below. The water turned into a white fog all over the sky, almost covering the field of vision. Being in it, it seemed to be in a roaring and lonely world.

The wall of Duanhai Mountain is as gorgeous as a mirror. After the carving of the waterfall, what is left is some extremely hard stubborn stones, and ordinary swords can't be hurt. Flying with the Royal Sword, on half of the wall of Duanhai Mountain, Hongxuan quietly felt the magical beauty of nature, and he was full of curiosity about the magical peak above the cliff. When he was a scholar, he also yearned for this magnificent and magical broken sea mountain. Now he is lucky to be here, and his heart can't help but be stirred.

The mind trembled, the sword flew, and Hongxuan rushed up and leaped towards Duanhai Mountain. Although he knew the name of the top of Duanhai Mountain and could never jump up, his strong curiosity still made him go alone and try to find out. Although the Qianzhang cliff towered into the clouds, under the Taichu, it will soon jump to the top. Looking at the sea level from afar through the Taichu, I can't help but feel a sense of intimateness.

With the sword, Hongxuan quickly felt the invisible obstacles on the top of the mountain. There seems to be a thin air mask on the top of Duanhai Mountain, which quietly hinders everything and reaches this layer of obstacles. No matter how hard Hongxuan tries, it is difficult for him to rise by half, and he obviously feels that the vitality in his body is dissipating at an extremely terrible speed!

"What the hell is this place? The consumption of vitality is so huge!"

Hongxuan's face tightened and he was a little uneasy. If it is at this consumption rate, the vitality stored in the sea of gas will definitely turn into nothingness in a moment, and even the vitality of flying with a sword will be difficult to support. The strangeness on the top of Duanhai Mountain aroused Hongxuan's vigilance and hurriedly lowered his flight altitude. He didn't want to fall to death without vitality at that time.