"clang-"
The sharp-edged long sword rubbed the servant boy's cheek and slid straight into the ground behind him, with most of the blade sunk into the ground.
"Ah!" The waiter screamed and fell to the ground, the tray in his hand overturned, and the exquisite desserts on the tray smashed to pieces on the ground.
"Guanyan, are you alright?" The young man who was the culprit hurried over, squatted in front of the servant boy and stared at his face, looking left and right. He watched for a long time without seeing any scars, and he breathed a sigh of relief, "What are you running around for? It's so dangerous that you almost got hurt."
"But, but... it's the young master who asked me to deliver snacks..." the servant boy stammered, he hadn't recovered from the stimulation just now, and he was a little stunned. He must not dare to talk to the young man like that. He was just a housekeeper.
"Hey, my Mo family has practiced swords for generations. As a servant of the Mo family, don't you know that the master family should not be disturbed when they practice swords?" The boy stretched out a finger and poked the servant boy's face that had not lost its baby fat, " Xiao Guanyan, you must have the courage to admit your mistakes, understand?"
"Young, young master..." The waiter shook his head when he was poked.
"Don't bully him." A hand patted the boy gently on his head from behind. After a hit on his head, the boy reflexively stopped poking at the servant boy and turned his head to look behind him.
The appearance of the visitor is exquisite but not feminine, it seems that every inch and every minute is carefully crafted and crafted by God.
He has a pair of eyes that are enough to fascinate people, the corners of the eyes are slightly upturned, slender but not too small. When those eyes looked at people, there seemed to be a stream of light passing by. If they went to the cold and changed into a moving divine light, I don't know how many men and women would be captured. It's a pity that the expression on his face is always light, even if he smiles, the corners of his mouth are only slightly curved.
He turned against the light, dressed in white, and held a branch in his right hand. This branch was freshly broken, and the leaves growing on it were green and even stained with early morning dew.
"You're right, you must have the courage to admit your mistakes." The boy in white imitated the action of a boy poking a servant boy and poked the young master of the Mo family lightly with a branch, "Ling Yan, you just took three strokes and you were picked off by me. I almost hurt Guan Yan, do you know it's wrong for me to be lax?"
"Xuanyang, you have wronged me." This Mo Lingyan said with a hand, "Your swordsmanship is excellent, I can defeat you after three moves is the limit, how can I be slack?"
"Oh? How did I hear that someone has been practicing swordsmanship since he was a child, he is a genius in the world, and he was appointed as an apprentice by the first sword cultivator of the No. 1 cultivator?" Xie Xuanyang raised his eyebrows, with the vigor of a young man, quite playfully He asked, "The disciples of the first sword cultivator have only made three moves under my class of ordinary people?"
Xie Xuanyang asked three questions, every word was heart-wrenching, and Mo Lingyan burst into tears. Mo Lingyan covered her heart with one hand and waved it with the other, "Don't say it! Don't say it! Xuanyang, Brother Xuanyang, let me go, don't compare me with you."
Xie Xuanyang's swordsmanship is superb, and just holding a branch with a seemingly understatement swing is enough to cut off a tree that several adults can't hold together. Although he has already mastered kendo at a young age, as a grandmaster of a generation, he always likes to call himself an "ordinary person".
Where can ordinary people compare to this? Xie Xuanyang has no self-knowledge, so many years of humble words, he himself is sincere, but he does not know that every sentence seems to insert a knife into the heart of a lively friend.
Mo Lingyan was also praised as a genius.
However, it was not enough to see in front of Xie Xuanyang.
Xie Xuanyang is about the same age as his friend, but his friend has just started to learn swordsmanship, and he has been regarded as a master of swordsmanship by Mo Lingyan, who has been hit hard.
This is probably the difference between the proud and the passers-by
Mo Lingyan, who had read a lot of Jianghu painting books, thought so, and looked at Xie Xuanyang's eyes and couldn't help but resent, "Xuanyang, come here, tell me your secret."
"What?" Xie Xuanyang asked blankly.
"Are we good brothers? Tell me how to become like you." Mo Lingyan held Xie Xuanyang's hand in both hands, her eyes glittered, and she looked at him intently, "Are you going to jump off a cliff to experience life and death? Do you absorb the qi of heaven and earth every morning? Or do you just drink dew and eat fresh grass?"
"You said Xiu Jian?" Xie Xuanyang looked down at the branch in his hand, then looked at Mo Lingyan, pulled back the hand he was holding, and shoved the branch into his hand, "That's not what you said. "
"What is that?" Mo Lingyan asked tirelessly.
"Practice the sword well, and make progress every day. Keep your feet on the ground, and don't read the scriptures of Jianghu." Xie Xuanyang said this with a serious expression and deep eyes. Mo Lingyan really couldn't tell if he was joking.
How did Xie Xuanyang know that he read the Jianghu dialect? Mo Lingyan felt guilty for a while after hearing this, and her eyes fluttered. He originally thought that according to Xie Xuanyang's temperament and habits, he would never touch such things as the Jianghu dialect, nor would he know what was written there.
"I wouldn't be able to write these things." Mo Lingyan struggled, "Xuanyang, don't talk nonsense if you haven't read it."
He remembered that Xie Xuanyang had said that he had little contact with outsiders since he was a child, and that he followed his father to cultivate swords since he could remember.
"I haven't read it before, but that doesn't mean I don't know what will be written in it." Xie Xuanyang is practicing swordsmanship, and his schedule is correct, but he left home many years ago and traveled westward to this imperial capital of Xiliang, and what he saw along the way I heard a lot. Although it may seem like an unreasonable thing, in fact, his life experience is probably far broader than that of Mo Lingyan, so how could he have not heard those strange and unrealistic stories
Seeing that he couldn't be fooled, Mo Lingyan had no choice but to give up. After all, he was also the eldest son of the Mo family, who even the royal family of Xiliang had to yield three points of courtesy, but at this time, he raised his hands above his head without any image, palms outward, in a gesture of surrender.
"Okay, okay, I admit it." Mo Lingyan snorted and pouted, "I'm not going to the Xiu Xianjie in a few days. I heard that there are no books to read there, so I hurried to put those stories out. Remember it in your mind, after entering the sect and worshiping as a teacher, you should remember to pass the time during practice."
It's like something a friend of mine can do. Xie Xuanyang sighed helplessly in his heart, but raised his tone on his face and asked, "Do you still need to be distracted to pass the time during your practice?"
"Ah... No, no, no, I'm saying that when I have time, I will tell the future junior brothers and sisters to listen to them and let them pass the time." Accidentally leaked his thoughts, Mo Lingyan couldn't help laughing a few times, and quickly explained.
"You don't even pay attention to your practice, don't you think that no one cares when you leave home?" Xie Xuanyang sighed, "If you are really like this when you enter the sect, I will definitely tell His Royal Highness the Third Prince."
"Ah? Cousin?!" Hearing this, Mo Lingyan covered his face and let out a scream, "Don't! Xuanyang, don't tell cousin, I beg you!"
Although the third prince of Xiliang was with the old god all day, he was more like an old man than his grandfather, and he was not even interested in the position of the ninth-five prince, but he took charge of Mo Lingyan's affairs vigorously and resolutely. Mo Lingyan was not afraid of his father, not afraid of his grandfather, but was afraid of his cousin - after all, he was caught lazily practicing swordsmanship when he was a child, and he was beaten by His Royal Highness many times.
Mo Lingyan wailed for a while, "Xuan Yang, good brother, you must help me... Wait, Xuan Yang, do you mean that you want to go to the Heavenly Title Sect with me?"
This news was enough to make Mo Lingyan so surprised that he forgot his fear of his cousin. He has not mentioned to Xie Xuanyang next time to let him join him to enter the sect to practice, but every time Xie Xuanyang refuses. Unexpectedly, he has changed his mind now!
Mo Lingyan was overjoyed, jumping three feet high. With Xie Xuanyang, what are the words of the rivers and lakes? What time do you have to pass between practice
Suddenly he froze, "No, Xuanyang, how are you going?"
The Tianxian Sect holds an apprenticeship meeting every 100 years, but it has been a year, and if you want to pass the meeting, you will have to wait for nearly a hundred years. Mo Lingyan was able to worship because of the long-standing good relationship between the Mo family and the Tianxianzong.
There are four countries in the Jiuhua Continent, and behind each country is a great cultivator. Immortal practitioners rarely interfere with mundane things, and the family is the bridge between the country and the immortal sect. The Mo family is such a family in Xiliang, and they have been friends with the Tianxian Sect for generations. The children of the clan practice swordsmanship freely, and each generation of outstanding people will be admitted by the Tianxianzong at a certain age.
Mo Lingyan was the disciple of the Mo family who was accepted by the Heavenly Title Sect.
"His Royal Highness said that if you want to join the sect, in addition to passing the apprenticeship meeting, you can also be recommended by the family." Xie Xuanyang said, "I heard that your family needs help with something, so I will go and respond."
Every year on April 15th, the yin qi is at its peak. The yin gate opens at midnight on this day, and countless yin ghosts pour out. The location of the vagina is uncertain. The location opened this year is in the center of the Mo family Linzhen, and there were countless casualties at that time.
Xie Xuanyang has some ways to deal with the formation. Although the Mo family is good at swords, they can kill ghosts and ghosts, but they are not enough to kill thousands of people with a few people. It takes seven to seven forty-nine days to set up the Yinxian Avoidance Formation, and when they learned the location of the Yinmen Gate, there were only ten days left until April 15th, and the time to invite good people to come and set up the Yinxian Avoidance Formation was far from enough.
However, this time was too short for ordinary arrayers, but too long for Xie Xuanyang.
In addition to the Yin Avoidance Formation, he also knew another formation called the Yin Yang Retrograde Formation. This formation is more capable of protecting mortals from yin than its yin avoidance formation.
How powerful is this lineup? No one knows except Xie Xuanyang himself.
For ordinary people, the yin-yang retrograde formation is unheard of. Just hearing about it, you can tell what the sky is against, not to mention seeing it with your own eyes. The scene was shocking, and the Mo family who were fortunate enough to see it with their own eyes will probably never forget it.
It was also when Xie Xuanyang set up this yin and yang retrograde formation that Mo Lingyan saw his saber that he had always wanted to see. Mo Lingyan has never seen Xie Xuanyang wearing a sword, nor has he seen him use a sword, but it is impossible for a sword cultivator to not have his own sword.
As the saying goes, the sword is like a man, Mo Lingyan once guessed what kind of sword is worthy of his good brother with superb swordsmanship. Is it cold and snobbish, like Xie Xuanyang himself, like the ice in the snow-capped mountains? Is it simple like an ordinary soldier, but in fact it makes a decision
Mo Lingyan had guessed a lot, but he never thought it was such a sword.
The blade of the sword is like frost and snow, but it is faintly glowing with blood. It is decorated with colorful beads and nine-flowered jade. The tail of the handle has a Tai Chi seal, and two long black spikes hang down. It is full of evil spirits.
"What's its name?" Mo Lingyan was amazed when he saw this sword, but he didn't expect Xie Xuanyang's saber to be so domineering, and it was difficult to restrain his suffocation even if it was stored in the scabbard. If a monk saw it, he might mistake it for a magic sword.
No wonder Xie Xuanyang rarely brings a sword, Mo Lingyan thought.
Xie Xuanyang stroked the body of the sword and looked at it like a lover.
"Its name is Scarlet Firmament Red Lotus."