The most romantic swordsman in the world is named Mr. Shen San.
The most famous sword technique in the world is called wanzang sword Sutra.
The most powerful and mysterious place in the world is abandoned sword villa.
Wanzang sword Sutra is the secret and unique skill of abandoned sword villa, and Mr. Shen San is the young master of the villa.
Mr. Shen has been practicing sword since he was four years old and two months old. At the age of seven, he can study the ten thousand Tibetan sword Sutra. When he was 11 years old, he was a little successful in his swordsmanship. He fought with Taoist Yu of Shangqing palace and attacked 185 swords in a row, which made him unable to fight back.
Yu Dao accepted defeat orally and exclaimed that he was a « rare genius ».
At the age of 14, Mr. Shen Sanzi, with his dignified and dignified way of killing the ancient sword, is better than Zuo Tianxing, the sword maniac among the top ten experts. He has become the first swordsman of the new generation of Jiuyou.
The first swordsman who is too young.
Countless people are mad with jealousy, but few dare to challenge his blade. Because everyone knows that there is no one who can match the talent of Mr. Shen in the sword. No one can resist his brilliant sword skills like a peacock.
He is the dragon of man.
It is said that Mr. Shen’s accomplishments have been traced back to the ancestors who created the abandoned sword villa 300 years ago.
Some people say that although he has not yet surpassed him, he will surely reach a state beyond the reach of the sages of all ages in ten years.
— it may even reach the legendary ultimate of martial arts.
Cut off the moon and fly the immortal, break through the void!
« It’s just a pity that there’s something wrong with the weather… »
« Nine months ago, the third son of Shen and the world’s best master, the man of coir raincoat, fought a decisive battle on Chiri island. Although he tried his best to change his swordsmanship, he pierced his opponent’s throat in a hundred moves, but he was also shocked and broken 19 meridians in his whole body by the irresistible extermination evil Qi. The third young master’s life is unimpeded, but his unique martial arts are put into the water. This is the greatest regret of the Wulin. »
The middle-aged man who explained the story of Mr. Shen San sighed with a look of great pain on his face.
The boys and girls gathered in front of the gate of abandoned sword villa exclaimed, and some girls even cried. They came for their idols, but they didn’t expect to hear such bad news.
The bronze ancient sword standing at the gate more than ten feet high stands quietly, rolling up a thick shadow in the setting sun, enveloping the people.
There seems to be a rumble of thunder rolling in the sky, such as the dark dark start in the west of the sky printing and dyeing, probably will soon rain.
Today is the second day of February.
This is a big day for the village to open and close every ten years, to recruit excellent disciples of various schools and schools, and to spread Kendo widely.
I don’t know how many people came all the way to see Mr. Shen. However, the three hundred year old sword gate of abandoned sword villa is still there, but the young and peerless swordsman has disappeared.
« Is Mr. Shen no longer in the village? »
« I heard that he was only closed in Houshan, but no one has seen him for a long time. »
« Will he teach us a lesson or two? »
« As long as you can see him, you will die at once. »
The young men and girls whispered, and their eyes were secretly cast on the white tower in the clouds behind the mountain.
Where is the third childe? Almost every new comer is asking this question.
Deep in the mountains.
late at night.
The back mountain is quiet.
At the bottom of the cliff, the surging tide of the day has stopped and is sleeping quietly.
At this time of early spring, the chilly feeling has not disappeared, there is still snow on the top of the mountain, but the green pine and cypress stand tall and upright. Shen Zhenyi sits quietly in a wooden wheelchair, looking up at the moon eye hanging in the sky as big as a wheel. Her clothes vibrate constantly in the cold night wind.
The moon is as clear as water.
He was the third son of the abandoned sword villa. To this day, he is still only a boy who has just turned seventeen.
Shen Zhenyi is tall and tall, with delicate features, high nose and bright eyes. It is like reading all kinds of forms in the world. He likes white clothes on weekdays, and his whole body is spotless without a trace of decadence.
In front of Shen Zhenyi is a small red clay stove. The teapot on the stove is bubbling with white gas, and the purple sand pot cover is shaking slightly. The cold spring water from niaoyue mountain thousands of miles away is about to open. At his feet, a volume of Scriptures was spread out on the grass, and the pages of the book flowed pale yellow and bright. This is the silk paper made from Tianchan silk. It can be passed on for thousands of years without being hurt by fire and water.
If it had not been for this strange image, no one would have guessed that the book left on the ground at will would have been the supreme martial arts treasure that people all over the world have been dreaming of –
— the ten thousand hidden sword Sutra.
Shen Zhenyi’s manuscript is not an ordinary manuscript. It is the original manuscript handed down for three hundred years by the founder of the villa, Shen Mengtian. However, it is so casually thrown at the foot, like worthless waste paper.
On the second page of the letter, there are even white marks. Although there are only a few strokes, they are all charming and romantic, and his writing skills are really good. It is the great work left by his occasional naughty temperament.When Shen’s family members saw that he had ruined the treasures handed down from the world, they didn’t know if they would jump out of the coffin.
Shen Zhenyi seemed to take it for granted, and didn’t think there was anything wrong with it.
He had been sitting still and thinking. Until the moon eye rises to the middle of the sky, the teapot makes a sharp whine.
The water finally boils.
Shen Zhenyi reached for the teapot lazily and lifted it. His wrist shook. A silver water line shot out of the spout of the teapot. It landed in the black glazed rabbit hair cup in the distance, and immediately sputtered pearly white foam. The fragrance of tea is overflowing and refreshing.
Tea is a tribute to the snow bud before the Ming Dynasty, one or two is worth thousands of gold.
The pear blossom wooden table where the tea cups are placed is more than two feet away from Shen Zhenyi’s wheelchair. The boiling water cools naturally during the process of shooting from the air, and the temperature is just right when it falls into the cup. It will not damage the color and taste of the tender tea, and will not cause the tea to be unable to open and the aroma can not be completely distributed because of the coldness.
If this move is seen by the master of tea ceremony, it will be amazing. But if you want to use this method to make a wonderful tea flavor, you must first practice the magic martial arts of master Shen San. How many people can do this kind of subtle control force that does not leak a drop of water two feet away?
Shen Zhenyi put down the teapot and closed his eyes to enjoy the dense fragrance of tea in his breath in a very short time. When the fragrance gradually fades away, the wheelchair is slowly pushed until the tea table. He bends down and reaches out his tall white fingers to hold the hot tea cup for drinking.
His movements are calm and elegant, and his every move seems to contain the profound truth of heaven and earth.
It’s said in the world that you can appreciate the charm of the peerless sword technique from every move of Mr. Shen.
In the eyes of those who know the sword, his back is a Gao Ming sword spectrum, which was once said by Zuo Tianxing, a sword maniac.
Shen Zhenyi seems to notice something.
The momentary unnatural destroys the sense of beauty, which makes people unhappy.
A piece of gray yellow leaves from nowhere, fluttering and flying to Shen Zhen’s clothes, it was about to hit him on the shoulder. But when he was within three feet of his body, there was only a slight hiss. The leaf seems to be swept by a sword, along the leaf stem is divided into two neat and uniform pieces, whirling and obliquely falling dust.
Shen Zhenyi watched the scene and sighed: « come out! You’ve got a chance to kill. You can’t hide it. »
He faced the deepest darkness.
Even if he lost his true Qi as the rumor said, the sword full of murderous opportunities was intended to Shen Zhenyi. His eyes were as bright as the torch in the night. How could he hide it from him?
But the mountain is still silent, no one answered.
A bird that has lost its nest flutters up from the Bush, rushes into the night, and soon disappears.
« Since nine months ago, the White Pagoda in Houshan, which is usually inaccessible, has been assassinated three times a month on average. Don’t you feel annoyed? »
Shen Zhenyi’s voice is quiet, as if it were none of your own.
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