The most outstanding swordsman in the world was called the Third Young Master Shen.
The most famous swordsmanship in the world was called the Ten Thousand Convergence Sword Scripture.
The most powerful and mysterious place in the world was called the Abandoned Sword Villa.
The Ten Thousand Convergence Sword Scripture was the secret technique of the Abandoned Sword Villa, and the Third Young Master Shen was the young master of the Abandoned Sword Villa.
The Third Young Master Shen started practicing swordsmanship when he was four years and two months old. He could study the Ten Thousand Convergence Sword Scripture at the age of seven. When he was eleven years old, he mastered his swordsmanship and fought with Daoist Yu of the Shangqing Palace. He attacked one hundred and eighty-five times in a row, making this martial arts elder, who was famous for his fast sword, unable to counterattack.
Daoist Yu admitted defeat wholeheartedly and exclaimed that he was a "peerless genius".
When he was fourteen years old, the Third Young Master Shen defeated the Sword Maniac Zuo Tianxing of the Ten Great Experts with the Six Styles of the Ancient Sword of Extinction. He became the new number one swordsman of the Nine Underworlds.
The excessively young number one swordsman.
Countless people were mad with jealousy, but very few dared to challenge his sword. Because everyone knew that in the Nine Underworlds, no one could compare to the Third Young Master Shen's talent in swordsmanship. No one could block his brilliant swordsmanship like a peacock spreading its tail.
He was a dragon among men.
Some people said that the Third Young Master Shen's cultivation was close to the ancestor who created the Abandoned Sword Villa three hundred years ago.
Some people said that although he hadn't surpassed it yet, he would definitely reach the realm that all the previous sages couldn't reach in ten years.
He might even reach the legendary pinnacle of martial arts.
The Moon Decapitation had ascended to immortality and broken through the void!
"It's a pity that the weather is unpredictable …"
"Nine months ago, the Third Young Master Shen fought with the world's number one expert, the Devil Sect's Raincoat Man, on the Scarlet Sun Island. Although he used all the changes in his swordsmanship and pierced his opponent's throat within a hundred moves, nineteen meridians in his body were broken by the Devil Qi of Extinction. The Third Prince's life is not in danger, but his peerless martial arts have gone down the drain. This is the greatest regret of the present Wulin world. "
The middle-aged man who was narrating the story of the Third Young Master Shen heaved a long sigh. There was an extremely pained expression on his face.
The young men and women gathered in front of the gate of the Abandoned Sword Villa exclaimed loudly. Some of the girls even burst into tears. They had come for the idol in their hearts, but they did not expect to hear such bad news.
An ancient bronze sword stood silently at the entrance, casting a thick shadow under the setting sun, enveloping everyone within.
There seemed to be the sound of rolling thunder in the sky, and the ink-like darkness began to dye the sky in the west. It was probably going to rain soon.
Today was February 2nd, Waking Hibernation.
Every ten years, the Abandoned Sword Villa would open and close and recruit talented disciples from various sects and schools to spread the way of the sword.
Countless people traveled thousands of miles just to see the Third Young Master Shen. However, things remained the same, but people had changed. The ancient mountain gate of the Abandoned Sword Villa was still there after three hundred years, but the young peerless swordsman was nowhere to be found.
"Is the Third Young Master Shen not in the villa?"
"I heard that he is only in seclusion at the back of the mountain, but no one has seen him for a long time."
"Will he teach us a lesson or two?"
"As long as I can see him, I am willing to die immediately!"
The young men and women whispered, secretly looking at the White Pagoda floating in the clouds at the back of the mountain.
Where was the Third Prince? Almost every newcomer was asking this question in their heart.
Only in this mountain, deep in the clouds.
***
Late at night.
The back of the mountain was silent.
Under the cliff, the surging tides during the day had stopped and were quietly sleeping.
It was early spring, and the chill had not yet disappeared. There was still snow on the mountain top, but the green pines and cypresses stood proudly without withering. Shen Zhenyi sat quietly in a wooden wheelchair, looking up at the huge roulette of the moon hanging in the air. His clothes were fluttering in the cold night wind.
The moonlight was as clear as water.
He was the Third Prince of the Abandoned Sword Villa. Until today, he was still a teenager who had just turned seventeen.
Shen Zhenyi was tall, with delicate facial features and a high nose bridge. His eyes were full of divine light, as if he had seen all kinds of things in the world. He usually liked to wear white clothes, and his whole body was spotless, without a trace of decadence.
In front of Shen Zhenyi was a small red clay stove. On top of the stove was a teapot that was emitting white steam. The purple clay lid of the teapot was slightly trembling. The cold spring water that was transported from the Bird Extinction Mountain thousands of miles away was about to be opened. A scroll of scriptures was spread out on the grass at his feet. The pages were flowing with a faint yellow light. This was a silk paper made of natural silk. It was impervious to fire and water, and could be passed down for thousands of years.
If it were not for this strange phenomenon, no one would have guessed that this scroll that was casually thrown on the ground was the supreme martial arts treasure that everyone in the world dreamed of.
The Ten Thousand Hidden Sword Scripture.
The one in Shen Zhenyi's hand was not an ordinary copy. It was the original manuscript of the Abandoned Sword Villa that had been passed down for three hundred years. It was written by the founder of the villa, Shen Mengtian. However, it was casually thrown at his feet like worthless waste paper.
The pages of the sword scripture were full of scribbles. There was even a white sketch of a beauty on the blank space of the second page. Although it was only a few strokes, they were charming and romantic. The foundation of the writing was really good. It was a masterpiece left behind by his occasional mischievous nature.
If the ancestors of the Shen family saw him wasting a treasure that had been passed down for generations, it was not known if they would jump out of their coffins in anger.
Shen Zhenyi seemed to take it for granted and did not feel that there was anything wrong with it.
He sat motionless and immersed himself in thinking. Until the eye of the moon rose to the middle of the sky, the teapot made a sharp whistling sound.
The water finally boiled.
Shen Zhenyi lazily reached out and picked up the teapot. With a shake of his wrist, a silver line of water shot out from the mouth of the teapot and fell into the black glazed rabbit cup in the distance. Immediately, pearl-like white foam sputtered out. The fragrance of the tea filled the air and refreshed the mind.
The tea was a tribute of snow sprouts before the Ming Dynasty. One tael was worth a thousand taels of gold.
The pear wood table where the teapot was placed was more than twenty feet away from Shen Zhenyi's wheelchair. The boiling water naturally cooled down as it flew through the air. When it fell into the cup, the temperature was just right. It was not so hot that it would destroy the color and taste of the tender tea. It was also not so cold that the tea could not be steeped and the aroma could not be fully released.
If this trick was seen by a tea master, he would definitely be amazed. However, if one wanted to use this trick to make the tea taste wonderful, they would first have to practice the magical martial arts of the Third Young Master Shen. How many people could have such exquisite control of not leaking a single drop of water from twenty feet away?
Shen Zhenyi put down the teapot and closed his eyes to enjoy the dense tea fragrance in this short period of time. When the fragrance gradually faded, he slowly pushed the wheelchair to the tea table. He flicked his sleeves and bent down. He held the hot teacup with his long white fingers and pretended that he was about to drink.
His movements were calm and elegant. His every move seemed to contain the mystery of heaven and earth. It was pleasing to the eye, but also thoughtful.
It was rumored in Jianghu that one could appreciate the charm of the peerless sword art from every move of the Third Young Master Shen.
In the eyes of those who understood the sword, his back was a brilliant sword manual. Sword Maniac Zuo Tianxing once said so.
Suddenly!
Shen Zhenyi seemed to have noticed something. His movements were slightly sluggish.
The momentary unnaturalness destroyed the beauty of the flowing clouds and made people unhappy.
A piece of greyish yellow leaf was blown in from an unknown place, fluttering in front of Shen Zhenyi, and was about to hit his shoulder. But when it was within three feet of him, it only heard a light sound. The leaf seemed to have been cut by a sharp sword. It was divided into two neat pieces along the stem and fell obliquely to the dust.
Shen Zhenyi looked at this scene and sighed softly. "Come out! Your killing intent has been revealed. You can't hide it. "
He faced the deepest darkness.
Even if he had lost his Genuine Qi as the rumors said, the sword intent full of killing intent was as bright as a torch in the dark night in Shen Zhenyi's eyes. How could it be hidden from him?
But there was still silence in the mountain. No one answered.
A bird that had lost its nest flew out of the bushes and rushed into the night. It soon disappeared without a trace.
"Since nine months ago, there have been three assassinations a month in the White Pagoda in the back of the mountain. Don't you think it's annoying?"
Shen Zhenyi's voice was calm, as if it had nothing to do with him.
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