MTL - Everlasting Sword God-Chapter 1 Kimiko Shen

The most popular swordsman in the world, named Shen Sangong.

The most famous sword technique in the world is called Wanzang Sword.

The most powerful and mysterious place in the world is to abandon the sword villa.

The Manzang Sword Classic is the secret mastery of the abandoned sword villa, and Shen Sangong is the young master of the abandoned sword villa.

Shen Sangong started practicing swords at the age of four and two months, and at the age of seven he was able to study the Mantra of the Swords. By the age of eleven, his swordsman Xiaocheng was fighting against the Taoists in Shangqing Palace, attacking one hundred and eighty-five swords in a row.

The Yudao people convincedly conceded and marveled that it was a "peerless talent."

At the age of 14, Shen Sangong surpassed the mad left-handed swordsman of the top ten masters with his solemn ancient sword six styles. He became the first swordsman of the new generation of Jiuyou.

——Too young first swordsman.

Countless people are jealous and crazy, but few dare to try to challenge his sword. Because everyone understands that the place of Jiuyou is thousands of miles away, no one can match the talent of Shen Sangong on the sword, and no one can stop him from the splendor of the sword like a peacock.

He is the dragon among men.

Some people say that Shen Sangong's Xiuwei has been chasing after the ancestor who created the abandoned sword mountain village three hundred years ago.

Others say that although he has not yet surpassed it, within ten years, he will certainly reach a state beyond the reach of all the sages of all ages.

-It is even possible to achieve the ultimate martial arts legend.

——Zhanyue Fei Xian, break through the void!

"It's a pity that there are unforeseen circumstances"

"Nine months ago, Shen Sangong and the world's best master Demon Zongyi were decisive in Chiri Island. Although he exhausted the sword changes and pierced the opponent's throat within a hundred strokes, he was also used by the body. Nine extinctions of the two extinct demons shattered the nineteen meridians throughout the body. The third son's life was unharmed, but he put all his peerless martial arts into practice, which was the greatest regret of the world martial arts. "

The middle-aged man explaining the deeds of Shen Sangong sighed with a deep and painful expression on his face.

The boys and girls gathered in front of the gate of the abandoned sword mountain village exclaimed, and a few girls even cried. They came for the idols in their hearts, and they did not expect to hear such bad news.

A bronze cast ancient sword standing more than ten feet high standing at the gate stood quietly, rolled up a thick shadow under the setting sun, and shrouded everyone in it.

There seemed to be rumbling thunder and rolling sounds in the sky, and the dark darkness began to print on the western sky, and it would probably rain soon.

Today, February 2nd, amazement.

This is a big day when abandoned sword villas are turned on and off every ten years, recruiting outstanding disciples from all walks of life, and spreading Kendo.

I don't know how many people are far away, just to see Shen Sangong's side come. However, things are different, the 300-year-old Jianshan Gate of abandoned Jianshanzhuang still exists, but the young peerless swordsman is still missing.

"Is Shen Sangong out of Zhuangzhong?"

"I heard that he was retreating only in Houshan, but no one has seen him for a long time."

"Will he teach us a class or two?"

"As long as you can see him, you are willing to die immediately!"

The boys and girls whispered, their eyes sneaked back to the misty white tower behind the mountains.

Where is the third son? Almost every newcomer asks this question.

Only in this mountain, Yunshen did not know.

***

Late at night.

Houshan is so silent.

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The day's turbulent tide under the cliff has ceased, quiet and dormant.

At this time in the early spring, the chill is expected to pass, and there is still snow on the top of the mountain, but the green pine and cypress that does not wither stand proudly. Shen Zhenyi was sitting quietly on a wooden wheelchair, looking up at the moon eyes hanging in the air like a roulette wheel, and the clothespins kept vibrating in the slightly cold night wind.

The moonlight was bright and clear.

He is the third son of Abandoned Sword Villa. To this day, he is still just a boy who has just turned seventeen.

Shen Zhenyi has a long body, a beautiful facial features, a tall nose, and a dazzling look in her eyes. He usually wore white clothes, and his body was dust-free, with no trace of decadence.

There was a small red clay stove in front of Shen Zhenyi, the teapot on the stove grumbled whitely, the lid of the purple sand pot trembled slightly, and the cold spring water from a thousand miles away from the mountain was about to open. A volume of scripture spread out on the grass near his feet, the pages of which were faintly yellow. This is a piece of paper made from silkworm silk.

If it were not for this vision, probably no one would have guessed the scrolls that were randomly dropped on the ground, or the supreme martial arts book that everyone in the world dreams of--

——Wanzang Sword Classic.

This manuscript in Shen Zhenyi's hands is not an ordinary manuscript, but a 300-year-old manuscript abandoned by Jianshanzhuang, written by Shen Mengtian, the creator of the villa. However, just throw it at your feet just like waste paper worthless.

The pages of the Book of Swords are full of marks smeared with letter pens, and even a white-painted beauty was drawn in the blank space on the second page. Although there are only a few strokes, he has to be charming and romantic, and his writing is really solid, which is the masterpiece left by his occasional naughty heart.

Seeing his ill-conceived treasures, the ancestors of the Shen family ancestors did not know if they would jump out of the coffin.

Shen Zhenyi seemed to take it for granted.

He has been sitting still and pondering. Until the moon eye rose to the sky, the teapot made a sharp howling sound.

The water finally boiled.

Shen Zhenyi stretched out her teapot lazily, shaking her wrists, and a silver water line shot out from the spout, and she landed in the black glaze rabbit in the distance, and spewed like pearl foam. The tea is overflowing and refreshing.

Tea is a tribute to the Ming Qian Xueya, one or two worth thousands of dollars.

The pear flower case where the tea cup was placed was more than two feet away from Shen Zhenyi's wheelchair. The boiling water naturally cooled during the process of flying from the air, and the temperature was just right when it fell into the cup. It will not overheat the color and taste of the tender tea, nor will it cause the tea leaves to not open because of the coldness, and the aroma cannot be completely emitted.

If this trick is seen by the master of tea ceremony, it must be amazing. But if you want to use this trick to make a wonderful tea taste, you must first practice the magical martial arts like Shen Sangong. How many people can achieve this delicate control without leaking a drop of water outside the two feet?

Shen Zhenyi put down the teapot, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the aroma of tea in the middle of a short period of time. Wait until the scent fades, then slowly push the wheelchair to the coffee table, bend your sleeves, stretch out your long and white fingers, hold the hot tea cup, and drink eagerly.

His movements are calm and elegant, and every move seems to contain the mysteries of the heavens and the earth, and it looks pleasing and thoughtful.

There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that Shen Sangong can appreciate the charm of the peerless swordsmanship in every action.

His back is in the eyes of those who understand the sword is a brilliant sword spectrum-Jian Kuang Zuo Tianxing once said so.

suddenly!

Shen Zhenyi seemed to notice something, and her movements were slightly delayed.

The momentary unnaturalness destroys the coherent beauty of flowing water and makes people unhappy.

A gray-yellow leaf fell from nowhere, fluttering in front of Shen Zhenyi, and he was about to hit his shoulder. But when he was within three feet of his body, he only heard a soft sound. The leaves seemed to be passed by a sharp sword, and they were divided into two neat and uniform pieces along the stems of the leaves, and the dust fell obliquely.

Shen Zhenyi watched this scene and sighed softly: "Come out! Your killing power is now out of sight."

He faced the deepest darkness.

Even if he had lost his vitality as rumored, but the murderous sword intention was as bright in the eyes of Shen Zhenyi as the torch in the night.

But the mountain remained silent, and no one answered.

A lost bird fluttered up from the bush, wailed into the night, and disappeared without a trace.

"Since nine months ago, the usually inaccessible Houshan White Pagoda has been assassinated three times a month, don't you feel annoyed?"

Shen Zhenyi's voice was calm, it seemed like nothing to do with himself.