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After turning over the mountain, the road's position became flat, so he didn't have to force himself to keep up with the unbearable bumpiness.

Jinling was a place of water, filled with mist and rain, but the mountains were towering and didn't seem like Jiangnan no matter what. Li Xuanji walked out of the carriage and stopped in front of the stone steps. He was completely silent.

The dozens of stone steps all had a deep ravine in them, and the cut was quite smooth.

Although the mountain was silent, it was not silent.

Dozens of years ago, Shangguan Yi and the Daoist of Heaven's Gate had become enemies of Heaven Gate Mountain, and the post-Heaven Gate Daoist had defeated Shangguan Yi with the slightest bit of his sword. The official path of Heaven was the result of the Daoist of Heaven Gate swinging his half sword.

This mountain was none other than Heavenly Gate Mountain.

Even though the mountains in all four directions were overlapped with layers upon layers of peaks, just like the surging tides of the ocean. The peak of the mountain was always shrouded in clouds and mist. The white clouds that were placed on top of the mountain were also floating beneath his feet. The mountain sky rippled as it appeared to be ethereal and ethereal. If Qing Feng raised his hand, he could pluck the sun, moon and stars.

The Daoist man lived in the Heaven Gate Mountain, it was no longer a secret in the martial world, there was a time when people from the Heaven Gate Mountain came to visit him, and they were all young and rich.

The Jianghu was very lively that year, but not long after that year, the news of Daoist Tian Men taking in a disciple spread and everyone was surprised. If one were to say that this Daoist had a strange temper, if one wanted to use his reputation to suppress it, he was the son of the great general Cao Shuang. With such a big reputation, if Long Hu did not push himself to the limits and wanted to accept him as his disciple? However, when they landed on the Daoist Master of Heaven's Gate's side, they were all rejected and thrown off the mountain cliff and turned into a pile of powder. And the Daoist Master of Heaven's Gate had never had a single disciple in his entire life, except for Li Xuanji. The world was indeed puzzled. If he used his name to suppress it, then the number of 'young nobles' that had been thrown down would be innumerable.

Li Xuanji bitterly smiled as he slowly walked up the stone steps, "This old man is a naughty kid, he loves two things. One is the white beard that has been here for decades, and the other is the wooden sword that he used when he first entered the martial arts world."

Li Shu Wang froze, then covered his teeth and laughed. "Why?"

Li Xuanji shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly, "He said that he looks like an immortal." That year, I waited at the foot of the mountain for half a month before I drank all the wine in the mountain. Thus, I mixed some medicine in the wine that was sent to the mountain, and when he fell drunk, I cut off his beard. That wooden sword was tightly hidden by him, and I couldn't find it, or it would have to be destroyed as well. "Then, he sighed and said," When he woke up, he shouted that he would chop me up and feed me to the dogs.

Li Shu looked as if he didn't know what to say, but he heard Li Shu say, "So, no matter what, you must not let anything slip, or else you won't be able to go down this mountain."

Recalling the fact that he had insisted on not allowing his weapon to be carried, he thought that it was because he had seen his teacher once more. Yet, he didn't know that there was such a hidden truth behind it!

Yes.

The green grass hut looked out of place in the beautiful scenery, but he had lived in this hut for three months, Li Xuanji still remembered clearly that night when he suddenly woke up to see a Daoist with a sword by his side, brimming with killing intent.

After that night, Li Xuanji did not dare to sleep at night. Three months later, the reputation of borrowing the liquor for his master slipped away.

Li Xuanji, who was standing in front of the grass hut, was pondering over what to say when an elderly and cordial voice rang out from within the grass hut, "Has my good disciple returned?"

Li Shu gazed at Li Xuanji with a suspicious look, as if this image was completely different from the one in his story. "En!" Jiang Bin pushed the door open and walked in. On the tatami, the late stage old man's arms were trembling, his face was like wax, and even his eyes were cloudy.

It was as if he was sick.

Li Xuanji frowned and asked, "Old fellow, how did you become like this?"

The Daoist man replied, "People die eventually. One cannot find the great Dao in their entire life. If they are placed in the Immortal Class, how can they live forever? However, before I die, I can look at my disciple and have no regrets in this life. If I can see my disciple's sword dance one or two more times, I will be able to rest in peace in the underworld!

Li Xuanji was silent for a long time. The Daoist of Heaven's Gate looked to his side at Li Shu Wang and asked doubtfully, "Who is this?"

Li Shu Wang bowed and said, "Senior, I am..."

Before he could finish his words, Li Xuanji interrupted him with an exclamation, "A stranger he met at the foot of the mountain said he was here to pay his respects to you."

Li Shu Wang did not understand, but he did not say anything. The Daoist shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I am old. "Actually, this disciple of mine is also very skilled. Otherwise, I would have let him dance with your sword for a bit."

From the moment he stepped into the grass hut, Li Xuanji had felt that something wasn't right, and when he heard these words, he had already felt that something wasn't right. He sneered and said, "Sure, old fellow. Then I'll borrow the sword."

Even though he knew that Li Xuanji had martial arts skills, but he had never been able to find anything wrong with that mouth. In the past, when he was asked to swing his sword, Li Xuanji would always decline, but today, he agreed without hesitation. Daoist Tian Men felt that today was a good opportunity.

Li Xuanji watched as the old fellow pulled out a peach wood sword from the tent, and he almost cried in his heart. Li Xuanji watched the old fellow pull out a peach wood sword from the tent, and he even cried in his heart, thinking that the peach wood sword was placed in an extremely well-hidden location.

However, he still said with a smile, "The house is too small. We can't use it. Shall we go outside?"

The Daoist Master of Heaven's Gate said, "Good, good, good!"

He stood up and took two quick steps. Then, he felt that something was wrong. He bent down and said with a shaky voice, "Good disciple, wait for me."

Li Shu Wang also noticed the Daoist Tian Men's odd expression as he walked towards Jiang Qi and whispered, "What is going on?"

Li Xuanji helplessly said, "He is a naughty kid. Don't worry, I have a way to deal with him."

In front of the grass hut was a huge pine tree. No one knew how long this tree had been there for. Under the pine tree, Li Xuanji took a deep breath and said, "Old fellow, look carefully, you've taught me three swords."

The Daoist of Heaven's Gate's eyes were shining brightly. Li Xuanji's luck with the sword had boosted his heroic spirit by a thousand feet. The number one sword technique was named the Broken Cloud. It was created when he first entered the martial arts world and before Li Qingshan died, he swore to use the wooden sword in his hand to create a world. The Broken Cloud Sword was also broken by the Broken Cloud, making it the number one sword technique in the world.

That day, when the Daoist of Heaven's Gate danced with the sword, it was also at the same place where Jiang Fei had once watched the clouds churn, and now that he was the one dancing with the sword, only Qing Bai did not move at all. Li Shu Wang also shook his head slightly. The second sword was to take over the martial arts world. The Daoist man had traveled the world at a young age and knew all the advantages of the martial arts. He only wanted to create this sword art; the Daoist man wanted this martial art and Jiang Fei wanted this world! Even though these seven sword strikes were incomparable, the state of mind of the Daoist Master of Heaven's Gate was transformed over the years. No matter how hard people tried, they were nothing more than a picture of a tiger.

A glimmer flashed through the Daoist man's eyes. He didn't seem to care at all about the sword aura. He then spoke, "Next is the third sword."

The Daoist chuckled, "Good disciple, you tricked me into being your master for a long time."

Li Xuanji's pupils constricted, but the Daoist of Heaven's Gate had already appeared in front of him. Li Shu Wang was shocked. "So fast!"

Li Xuanji cursed, "Old thing, I knew you were pretending!"

The Daoist man touched his chin, which had grown to become a white beard, and said sorrowfully, "I'll send him down to see you now."

Have you ever heard of a master who has always wanted his disciple's life?

Li Shu gazed at his brother, seeing him shake his head, he did not know what to do. The Daoist man of Heaven's Gate raised his right arm, and Li Xuanji raised the wooden sword with a defeated look on his face, "Do it, at most the fish will die and the net will break."

Have you ever heard of anyone using a self-destruct wooden sword to threaten their master in the martial arts world?

Since people were strange, the martial arts world became strange as well. The Daoist man from Heaven's Gate glared at him and said, "Little thing, put down your sword."

Li Xuanji refused to forgive him and said, "You old bastard, let go."

The Heavenly Gate Daoist was so angry that he blew at his beard and glared. Li Xuanji's two hands slightly bent the wooden sword, producing crackling sounds, but of course he wasn't stupid enough to actually destroy it: "Don't kill me today, how about you kill me tomorrow? We haven't met for a long time, and I have a lot of things I want to say to Master. "

Li Xuanji exhaled a mouthful of impure air, and Li Shu Wang walked over and said with some lingering fear, "Brother, let's quickly leave. It seems like he's angry."

Li Xuanji waved his hand and said, "I didn't come here specifically to see this old thing, not to mention his temper."

As he spoke, he also pushed open the door and entered the grass hut. Currently, there was no longer any sign of the Daoist from the Heaven Gate. They were all majestically sitting at the table and drinking wine from their gourds.

Li Xuanji impolitely sat on the opposite side of the table and smiled, "On one hand, it's because I'm worried about Master, and on the other hand, I've indeed encountered a problem and need Master's explanation."

Li Xuanji knocked on the table and said, "Old man, where are you looking? You're already so old, and yet you're still being so dishonest."

The Daoist man slapped the table and stood up, "When I was young, I was famous for my looks. I didn't even like girls that are more beautiful than you. What are you panicking for?"