"Flying Swordsman" Yan Pianfei.
Yan Jueling's eldest uncle.
The most extraordinary generation of swordsmen in the history of the Shushan Sword League, the nineteenth in the "Tianjue List", but because he failed to compete with his younger brother Yan Pianqian for the head of Yankong Mountain, he left the mountain alone and hid in Huaibei. on the mountain.
This is the place where he and his late wife lived in a hut and practiced swordsmanship hard.
The matter of Yan Pianfei's seclusion is extremely secretive, and only a few people in the Shushan Sword League know about it, including Grandma Miaozhen.
Grandma Miaozhen, as a peerless master of the previous generation, was deeply respected and loved by the disciples of the Shushan Sword League. It was not difficult to know about Yan Pianfei's past and where he lived in seclusion.
Before leaving, Miaozhen's grandmother specially explained to Lu Qiaozhen and asked her to convey it on her behalf.
If you encounter a strong enemy and you don't have time to escape, you can temporarily hide in a small valley in Xiangshan Mountain, which is Yan Pianfei's hermitage.
Now that he encountered a strong enemy and didn't want to hide, Ye Qingxuan planned to ask this master of heaven to help save people.
Xiangshan Mountain and Bashan Mountain belong to the same mountain range, and they are less than three hundred miles away. However, within this distance, there are dense forests, broken valleys, and no roads.
But all of this naturally couldn't help the real martial arts master.
Ye Qingxuan, Xu Xiyu, and Yan Jueling rushed forward with all their strength, but it took only a little more than a day.
The peaks of Xiangshan Mountain are higher and steeper than the last. Of course, this cannot deter the three of them, but the hero can't help but feel short of breath when he reaches the final ravine.
The gully is as straight as a cut, and looking down, the mist is slow, and I don't know how deep it is. The most terrible thing is that there is no grass growing on the gully, and there is absolutely nothing to cling to.
"It's unbelievable to say that there are people living under this cliff." Xu Xiyu sighed.
Ye Qingxuan said with a smile: "How dare you doubt Grandma Miaozhen's words? Be careful of your mother spanking your ass. Since you are here, you have to go down and watch! Brother Yan—"
"Go back if you're afraid of death!" Yan Jueling said coldly, then turned over and fell down. After descending a few meters away, he immediately inserted the long sword, pierced into the rock wall, hung his figure, and then fell again. After doing this and other operations, he disappeared in the mist after two or three strokes.
"I'm afraid of death, you uncle!" Yan Jueling always managed to make Xu Xiyu furious with a few words, and when he saw Yan Jueling going down the mountain, he immediately followed Yan Jueling down the mountain.
Ye Qingxuan shook his head and laughed, and immediately fell down.
The fog became thicker as he went down, his vision became shorter and shorter, and his moving speed became slower and slower.
After falling almost a hundred meters away, he still didn't find it, but the fog thinned, and he even had a feeling that it was getting brighter and brighter, and there were more grass moss and other plants on the gully wall, and then he smelled the aroma of barbecue, As soon as this fragrance entered his nostrils, he immediately cooed alone.
Since entering the mountain, for almost two consecutive days, Ye Qingxuan and the others haven't eaten well. They didn't feel very hungry at first, but they couldn't resist the temptation of the aroma.
When the scent first entered his nose, he almost suspected that there was something wrong with his nose, and then he became very excited, and immediately accelerated the speed of falling.
But in a moment, he had passed through the fog, and suddenly saw the light in front of him, not only saw the bottom of the ravine, but also saw the sky.
The bottom of the gully is a huge pool, with two gully walls, one waterfall, and the other side is a big gap sandwiched by short gully walls on both sides. The overflowing pool water pours down through this gap, looking at the blue sky and white clouds , the mountains are lush.
That waterfall is also very special, flowing out from the crevices of the stone like thousands of strands of yarn, and pouring into the pool quietly. Although there is the sound of water, the sound of water is like the sound of nature, with melodious rhythm, which makes people feel comfortable. pole.
There are several huge boulders in the pool, and a hut is impressively built with stones on top of them.
A fairy-like old man is sitting on the Yili stone facing the water in front of the hut, grilling fish, and the aroma comes from the grilled fish.
This place is simply a paradise on earth.
Ye Qingxuan fell on the edge of the pool at the bottom of the ravine, feeling more comfortable. He looked around carefully and saw that Xu Xiyu and Yan Jueling had also arrived safely. Yan Jueling walked over first, and Ye Qingxuan and Xu Xiyu followed behind him , and moved towards the old man.
The old man continued to grill the fish without seeming to notice.
A string of stones protruded in front of the hut at the bottom of the pool, and the three of them walked over by stepping on this string of stones.
When they got to the front, Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand to stop Xu Xiyu, and let Yan Jueling go forward alone, and the two waited not far away.
After all, this is the internal affairs of the Shushan Sword League, and even Yan Jueling's family affairs. It is hard to say something when outsiders are present.
The old man didn't respond all the time, Yan Jueling came to him and saluted respectfully, before he could speak, the old man asked, "Are you a disciple of the Shushan Sword League?"
His voice was not too loud, but very clear.
"Yes." Yan Jueling replied respectfully.
"The old lady Miaozhen asked you to come!?" The old man asked again.
"Yes." Yan Jueling replied again.
"Hmph, that old woman will make trouble for me..." The old man sighed and said, "Since you are the disciple introduced by Grandma Miaozhen, you must be the most outstanding one in this generation, and you must know that the old man is Who is it?"
Yan Jueling's face was a little difficult, and he nodded to express his understanding.
Of course he knew the origin of this uncle, and he even knew clearly about the conflict between him and his father back then.
It's just that it's really hard for him to say these words, and even now he is a little hesitant to call the other party uncle or uncle.
The old man looked back at this time, his hair was tied up high, his face was simple and thin, although there were wrinkles on one side, he didn't give people the slightest sense of age, but his eyes were shining brightly, giving people a feeling of sharpness like a sword.
Of course he is Yan Pianfei, the "Flying Swordsman" who ranks nineteenth on the Tianjue list.
Time has carved deep marks on his face, but his personality is like a sword, the more sharpened it is, the sharper it is.
"You are very young." The old man said lightly, "It is rare for you to be able to practice martial arts to this extent at your age. It seems that Shushan has not slackened in teaching sword skills in recent years."
The old man squinted his eyes and looked up and down Yan Jueling, his eyes fell on the long sword in Yan Jueling's hand, his eyes suddenly shrank, and he said coldly: "What's your name? Whose disciple are you?"
Everyone couldn't help but suddenly felt something bad.
Yan Jueling didn't want to hide it, and said bluntly: "Nephew Yan Jueling, I met my uncle!"
Almost at this moment, a frightening energy burst out from Yan Pianfei's body, and with a bang, Yan Jueling was blown outward by this energy, while Ye Qingxuan and Xu Xiyu He was also shocked by this momentum and took two steps back.
"Which one is your uncle, and whose nephew are you? This old man has no relatives in this life! Grandma Miaozhen actually introduced Yan Pianqian's son to me, how foolish!"
After Yan Pianfei finished speaking, she turned around and went back into the stone house, closing the door with a bang.
"You are not welcome here, get out of here immediately!"
Yan Jueling was taken aback and hurriedly said: "Uncle, my nephew is not..."
"roll!"
Seeing that something was wrong, Ye Qingxuan hurried to the door, and said: "Senior Yan, my junior Kun, Ye Qingxuan, I came to disturb you because there is a major issue in the martial arts world that needs the assistance of seniors!"
"The rise and fall of the world is nothing to do with old men. The Kunwu faction was destroyed a hundred years ago, and rebuilding it today is a whole lot of trouble. The Shushan Sword League is crazy to be with you..."
Ye Qingxuan anxiously said: "Senior, now that the Demon Sect has reappeared and trapped the court's top experts in the Valley of Evil, if Senior doesn't take action, I'm afraid Xue Gongwang and others will lose their lives!"
"Xue Gongwang is trapped in the valley, so what the hell am I going to do?"
Ye Qingxuan and Yan Jueling begged repeatedly, but Yan Pianfei just didn't answer, and finally didn't even bother to reply, just ignored them.
Xu Xiyu got angry when he heard it, and couldn't help shouting at Ye Qingxuan: "Forget it, don't ask him. It's just asking him to help save someone. What do you think he is doing? If it wasn't for the real masters who went too far How can I ask him? With his kindness, it's no wonder that Yan Kongshan chose Yan Pianqian as the head!"
"shut up!"
With a bang, the door of the small stone house was shattered with a blow, and Yan Pianfei appeared in front of the door with a grim face, stared at Xu Xiyu and said fiercely: "Who's little bastard is chewing his tongue here, believe it or not!" The old man pulled out your tongue."
Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, his heart moved, and he thought to himself: This Yan Pianfei's character is so unbearable to be provoked, it's not easy to be a general, it's better to be a general.
At this time Xu Xiyu had already opened his mouth, so naturally he would not stop, and scoffed: "Senior Yan naturally does not want to listen to these many truthful words, because what the younger generation said is the truth. Now that the martial arts world is in a catastrophe, but the senior lives here in seclusion and turns a blind eye, it is in vain. Absolutely master."
Ye Qingxuan made up his mind, and deliberately tried to persuade him: "Brother Xu, don't be so rude to Senior Yan. Senior Yan is a gentleman and lives in seclusion in the mountains. It is our fault that we bother you. We should pass the news to your father as soon as possible. Let him send someone to help immediately!"
Yan Pianfei snorted coldly, and said: "Even Xue Gongwang is not an opponent of the Demon Sect, what kind of shrimp soldiers and crab generals are you looking for?"
Xu Xiyu said angrily: "My father, Xu Zhengyi from the Tsing Yi Building, unfortunately, is ranked just ahead of Senior Xue on the Tianjue ranking list. Let's talk about whether we can save people or not. Anyway, my father will never stand idly by."
"You are Fatty Xu's son?" Yan Pianfei looked Xu Xiyu up and down, and sneered, "No wonder the words are so obscene. Since there is such a strong support, there is no need for the old man to help. Go to Fatty Xu for help. In short Get out of here quickly."
Ah, this old man is not interested in the status of martial arts, and he doesn't follow this set, so what is he concerned about
"Let's go, who cares to stay in this tomb!" Xu Xiyu turned around and was about to leave.
Yan Jueling glanced at Ye Qingxuan, which meant that I had tried my best.
But at this time Ye Qingxuan suddenly let out a sigh, and said: "I knew this before, so I asked my master to come to help. My Kunwu School's swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world. If my master comes, we will definitely win easily."
As soon as this remark came out, Yan Pianfei immediately snorted coldly, and even Yan Jueling's face was not good-looking.
Yan Pianfei said coldly: "If the swordsmanship of the world is said to be unparalleled in the world, it means that Li Muchan, who doesn't know what to do, will speak so loudly. Although Kunwu's five great swords are fierce, but the Liufeng Sword of my Shushan Sword League The law is not too much to give up. Hmph, now that the Kunwu faction has experienced a catastrophe, it is still unknown whether the five great swords can exist, and the juniors are vainly saying that the sword is unparalleled in the world, it is a bit slanderous... "
Ye Qingxuan's heart moved, and he thought to himself: Sure enough, there is a way, this old man is a sword idiot, he can not fight for anything, but this sword technique is indeed not to be left behind.
Seeing Yan Pianfei being fooled at this time, Ye Qingxuan secretly expressed embarrassment to Yan Jueling, and continued to speak: "Oh? The Shushan Sword League's swordsmanship is really so powerful?" After speaking, he glanced at Yan Jueling and laughed. : "It's a pity why the disciples of Shushan didn't give me this feeling!?"
Yan Jueling's face turned red immediately, and his right hand, which was holding the scabbard tightly, trembled non-stop.
"Ye Qingxuan, don't bully people too much!" Yan Jueling said almost gnashing her teeth.
Yan Pianfei was taken aback at this moment, looked at Yan Jueling coldly, and asked, "What does he mean? You lost in the sword fight!?"
Yan Jueling remained silent, but it was undoubtedly tantamount to acquiescing to the matter.
Ye Qingxuan looked even more insolent, his defiant appearance could almost kill people's anger.
Xu Xiyu chuckled, and said, "That's true. Hey, I joined forces with Brother Yan at that time, but I couldn't even catch Brother Ye's move. I'm so ashamed!"
Yan Jueling was so ashamed and angry that she wanted to die!
Xu Xiyu felt even more joyful.
This guy, in order to disgust others, is not even afraid of losing his own face...
"If there is such a thing!?" Yan Pianfei was furious, staring at Yan Jueling and said angrily: "How can you be so incompetent, you lose when you lose, and join hands with others to fight against the enemy? Your swordsmanship is so good What, your father is a bastard, and his son is also an idiot? There is nothing wrong with high realm, swordsmanship is the foundation of the Shushan sect. You can't even take a single move from others, and you call yourself the number one disciple of the time, Could it be that the disciples of Shushan have fallen to this point now? Bah, you have completely lost the face of the Shushan Sword League!"
Yan Pianfei cursed violently, not only Yan Jueling blushed, and almost fainted on the spot, but even Ye Qingxuan stuck out his tongue secretly, thinking that Yan Jueling was a tough kid, and he almost committed suicide after losing, your old man The general scolding method, don't force him to death.
Yan Jueling was scolded with grief and indignation, and finally couldn't help but said: "It's not that my nephew is not good at learning martial arts, but that I haven't learned the last three moves of [Dan Yuan Sunset Sword Art]..."
Then he looked at Yan Pianfei in a daze, and suddenly made a big salute, and said: "My nephew begs my uncle to teach me the last three moves of this set of swordsmanship, so that my nephew will be ashamed."
"Oh?" Yan Pianfei said with squinted eyes: "Want to learn the last three moves of [Dan Yuan Sunset Sword Art]? Hmph, no, you are Yan Pianqian's son, let me figure out a way, don't come beg me… "
"Uncle..."
"Don't teach, say don't teach, just don't teach!"
Yan Jueling gritted her teeth, kowtung knelt down on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "Uncle, the enmity between you and my father, as a junior, my nephew dare not comment on right or wrong, but my nephew has never begged you, old man, Just this time!"
Unexpectedly, Yan Jueling, who was always proud, would kneel down and beg for help. Both Ye Qingxuan and Xu Xiyu were taken aback.
Yan Pianfei did not expect that he would force his nephew, who was masked for the first time, to kneel and beg. Although he was at odds with his father, he was no less concerned about Shushan than his younger brother.
Yan Jueling looked at Yan Pianfei with pleading eyes, and continued: "Uncle, the Shushan Sword League has declined to this point, and there is only one disciple who can still be cultivated, and there is hope to revive the prestige of the Shushan Sword League. Uncle, you just look down on disciples , I also have to imagine for the Shushan School, please teach my disciples the last three moves of [Dan Yuan Sunset Sword Art]."
Even though he was pleading, his voice was still very pompous.
Yan Pianfei sighed, and said lightly: "Don't do this, even if you kneel down to death, I won't teach you..."
"Why?" Yan Jueling was really not convinced.
"I don't want to hurt you yet!" Yan Pianfei closed her eyes and sighed.
"Hit me?" Yan Jueling was even more surprised.
"[Dan Yuan Sunset Sword Art] The last three moves must be combined with yin and yang. Only with the internal strength of yin can you be able to match the masculine moves. You are more masculine than feminine. Even if you learn the moves, it will not help much. Hard work must be broken, I am afraid that you will die before you finish your studies."
"Nephew would rather die than learn!" Yan Jueling said firmly.
Yan Pianfei suddenly sneered and said, "Don't provoke me. Every one of the six peaks of Shushan's swordsmanship is a unique skill. Even if you don't know the last three moves of [Danyuan Sunset Swordsmanship], you can rely on the swordsmanship of other main peaks. Against the enemy, after all, it’s not that you are not good enough…”
"The disciple has practiced the five-peak swordsmanship to the utmost proficiency..."
"That means you lack experience in dealing with the enemy!"
Yan Jueling finally couldn't bear the humiliation, stood up abruptly, drew his sword out of its sheath with a "clang" sound, pointed at Ye Qingxuan and shouted in a deep voice: "Ye Qingxuan, Yan once again asked for the Kunwu faction's unique skills today!"
"Okay, this time I will let you show what you have learned. If you can stab me with a sword, you will be considered a winner!"
Ye Qingxuan drew his sword out of its sheath in arrogance, and hooked his fingers provocatively.
Yan Jueling let out a long whistle, flew up into the air, and slashed with a sword. The sword light was like a red glow in the setting sun, hazy and hazy, and suddenly flew over!
Ye Qingxuan's sword technique was displayed, and the light of the sword flew like a rain of light, and the seventeen swords of Yan Jueling were connected in a series of ding ding ding sounds!
Yan Pianfei watched from the side and nodded again and again, and said: "Well, the [Yingyuan Zhaoxia Swordplay] of Guxia Mountain is quite good... It's a pity that this swordplay is too fast, but it's not right. It should be done with a lot of hard work. To the endlessness of the morning glow..."
Yan Jueling's eyes lit up, he is really talented, and at the same time he is very familiar with the swordsmanship of the various peaks of Shushan Mountain.
The originally sharp sword glow suddenly became as diffuse as clouds, and fell down lightly.
Ye Qingxuan laughed, "That's what makes it interesting!"
[Lingbo Weibu] was deployed, and the figure was disabled, and immediately escaped from Zhaoxia's coverage. Yan Jueling used [Yingyuan Zhaoxia Swordsmanship] several times in a row, but Ye Qingxuan easily avoided it with his body speed.