The hidden swordsmen were not the Cultivation practitioners who used the swords to escape to heaven and earth, but those who hid in heaven and earth to avoid the swords.
What they avoided was the swords of the Sword Sect of Aoyama.
There were three hidden swordsmen in the world.
They were all the enemies of the Sword Sect of Aoyama, and the Sword Sect of Aoyama announced to heaven and earth that they had to be killed.
As long as they dared show up, the Sword Sect of Aoyama would kill them with one sword, or ten thousand swords.
The former referred to the Inherited Heaven Sword of the Sect Master of Aoyama, and the latter referred to the Sword Formation of Aoyama.
Killing them with one sword from tens of thousands of miles away sounded like a miracle, but how could it be true?
However, the Sect Master of Aoyama had a profound Cultivation state and that famous sword, as well as the unimaginably profound resources of the Sword Sect of Aoyama, could have done it.
The reason why the whole of Chaotian believed it was that the three hidden swordsmen never showed up again after the Sword Sect of Aoyama announced it.
No matter how high their Cultivation states were or how profound their backgrounds were, the three of them had disappeared.
This was how the name of the hidden swordsmen came about.
Those who had offended the Aoyama Sect to such an extent must have done something cruel to the Aoyama Sect, so they couldn't be ordinary people, and their Cultivation states and methods must be extraordinary.
It was rumored that the oldest hidden swordsman was an immortal swordsman in the Heavenly Arrival State in the South Ocean.
At the most dangerous moment, he activated the Great Formation to confine the island where his sect was located in the ocean fog by the Huge Whirlpool in the south. As a result, he was able to avoid being killed.
It was said that the second hidden swordsman was the successor of the previous imperial court. In order to regain the imperial power, he caused many tragedies in the world.
The Sword Sect of Aoyama lost dozens of outstanding disciples in this rebellion, which was not recorded in detail in the historical records.
That person relied on the shell of a ten-thousand-year-old tortoise to escape from the pursuit of the Tianguang Peak.
It was rumored that this person concealed his identity and lived in an ordinary city by the Ōzawa River. He didn't dare take off the tortoise shell for even a moment.
The third Hidden Swordsman was even more famous. He was the third grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect. This grandmaster of the third generation was a famous demonic swordsman in the history of Cultivation. He was killed by the Sword Sect of Aoyama because he had harmed a few disciples of Qingrong Peak. At first, he didn't care much about it, and he wanted to lead the Mysterious Dark Sect to confront the Aoyama Sect head-on. However, after a bloody battle, the headquarters of the Mysterious Dark Sect was destroyed, and more than half of the swordsmen of the sect were killed or wounded. The disciples of various branches were scattered all over the north, and they couldn't recover their former glory until now.
The Ancestral Master himself had been terrorized by the Aoyama Sword Sect and was hiding deep underground, unable to see the light of day again.
The story of the hidden swordsman was one of the most famous legends in Chaotian.
The three Hidden Swordsmen had never appeared again. Perhaps they were already dead. These legends were still circulating in the world, and even ordinary people knew about them.
There were also many speculations or doubts that the story of the Hidden Swordsman was created by the Aoyama Sword Sect. Since the three of them did not dare to appear, who could prove it? As time went by, the story would spread more widely, and the image of the Sword Sect of Aoyama would become more and more formidable.
More and more people thought so, in addition to the Zhongzhou School, the Guocheng Temple, the Platanus Sect and other Cultivation sects with a long history.
It wasn't until today when someone came to the precipice while playing the flute in the heavy snow and said, "Come out."
If it was true, the Hidden Swordsman in the precipice should be the Great Grandmaster of the third generation of the Mysterious Dark Sect. He had a formidable Cultivation state, but he didn't dare show up because of the Sword Formation of Aoyama.
The sound of the flute had died down, and only the whistling of the north wind could be heard in the mountain.
"You should still remember who I am. I'm so weak now. Don't you want to come out and kill me to vent your anger? "
The young man said this with a smile.
It was quiet on the precipice; there was no response.
The young man said in a mocking tone, "The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect has been forced to act like a mouse by our Aoyama Sect. Don't you feel ashamed?"
There was still no response.
The young man turned around and said while looking at the wind and snow in the sky while holding his waist, "Now that I've found you, where else can you escape to?"
It was unclear where this young man came from, but he dared talk to the Great Grandmaster in such a manner even though his Cultivation state was rather low, and he didn't show any fear on his face.
"Yeah, I can't get in as long as you don't come out."
The young man continued with a smile while raising his eyebrows, "I can inform the juniors of the Aoyama Sect."
There was still no response, but a faint tremor could be heard in the deep end of the underground.
"You ask me what I, a madman, want to do?"
Seeing the wind and snow getting stronger, the young man said one thing after a long moment of silence.
"I just want to take back what belongs to me. I haven't played the Mahjong Tiles for a long time. Do you want to be my new Mahjong partner? "
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The drizzle fell again in Zhaoge City. The patter of rain made the moss green and the eaves wet.
Back in the manor house, Jing Jiu walked along the roofed corridor and was about to return to his own room. Seeing his "elder brother" in the living room, he halted his steps and asked, "Do you play Mahjong?"
The eldest brother of the Jing family replied hastily, "Sometimes, but not often … You … do you want to play?"
"I'm just asking," replied Jing Jiu, thinking of what he had said last time. "Have you bet on the Go game?"
The eldest brother of the Jing family understood what Jing Jiu meant, nodding blankly.
After a moment of silence, Jing Jiu suddenly asked, "Can I withdraw from the game?"
The expression on the eldest brother of the Jing family's face grew nervous, as he said, "It seems … impossible."
"Well … Do you have any books related to the Go game at home? I'd like to read them tonight. "
Hearing this, the eldest brother of the Jing family looked even more excited, as he said in a trembling voice, "I'll go look for them."
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After listening to the sound of the rain for a while and drinking a cup of tea, Jing Jiu found a Go game and started putting the pieces on the board.
The Go pieces were placed on the board one by one. The positions and order were exactly the same as the game outside the old plum garden.
After some thought, Jing Jiu started putting the Go pieces on the board again. This time, he played the black Go piece and moved by himself.
It didn't take long before the game was over. The final result was decided by half a Go piece.
If Jing Jiu started from the beginning, the result would be better than Grand Scholar Guo's, but it would still be tiring.
Jing Jiu coughed twice; it was unclear whether it was the cold air brought by the spring rain or the tiredness that affected his injury.
The Duke Of He happened to come out from the underground tunnel. Hearing Jing Jiu's coughing, his expression changed abruptly, asking worriedly, "Is the immortal master alright?"
Jing Jiu didn't pay any attention to him, and asked directly, "What kind of person is Tong Yan?"
In fact, Jing Jiu didn't care about this question, even though he had just met her outside the old plum garden and witnessed her profound Go state.
What if he lost at the Plum Meeting? What could he do if he lost? If it was the Jing Jiu of a few hundred years ago, he would have thought so.
Even Jing Jiu couldn't be the best at everything in the world.
But for the sake of Little Layue and … the wealth and freedom of the Jing family, it seemed that he had to win. As such, he had to take it more seriously.
The Duke Of He's response was quick and clever.
He didn't mention Tong Yan's hometown, Cultivation state, or hobbies, but gave a seemingly boring information.
Normally, this kind of information was only sought and exchanged by those women who walked the streets and alleys.
"Tong Yan is the son-in-law chosen by the wife of the Sect Master of the Zhongzhou School for her daughter, but he doesn't want to be the son-in-law."
The Duke Of He continued with a small smile, "It's said that it's because he knows that Lo Huainan is the son-in-law chosen by the Sect Master himself."
Hearing this, Jing Jiu recalled the weak young girl who played zither at the Plum Meeting today.
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