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The territory of the Ming Dynasty was vast, and within a country, there seemed to be differences in all seasons.

The northwest is bitter and cold in the dragon abyss, and winter is about to pass, but the Jiangnan Road is separated by several roads, but the scorching sun is hot and the heat has arrived.

Jiangnan Road, a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, and its magnificent treasures have been symbols of prosperity for thousands of years.

Jiangnan Road, Qizhou.

Boom!

The clouds were covered with lightning and thunder. Before long, heavy rain poured down, and the water vapor on both sides of the Pingbo River evaporated, like a country of Cheng Ze.

The fishermen in the river retreated one after another, but the only pleasure boats with high footage and heavy water were still floating in the river.

In the misty water mist, red flowers can be seen hanging around them, surrounded by ribbons. If you have five senses and keen people, you can even smell the strong smell of powder.

And that faint, ethereal and touching sound.

"It is worthy of being the area of ​​the smoke and moon in the eight dynasties, a place where gold and powder gather, and a place for more than ten generations of prosperity..."

A small boat, an oil-paper umbrella, and a white dress. Chu Tianyi carried it with one hand, looking at the Jiangnan Road along the rain curtain beside the umbrella. No, the Ming Dynasty, the most famous fireworks place in the world.

The pleasure boats were as high as five floors, and there were even more luxurious gambling shops, tea shops, restaurants, etc.

It is the real gold-selling cave.

The strong wind and rain disturbed the fisherman, but they could not blow these pleasure boats that could serve as warships, which added a bit of fun to them.

Chu Tianyi could see clearly that on the decks of those pleasure boats, there were many literati and poets, geishas, ​​and geishas.

The wind blows and the tide moves, and the miserable appearance of the fishermen attracts the attention of the nobles on the boat. Some people who are unlucky fall down the river will also attract laughter.

Bang!

Chu Tianyi sent a gift under his feet, and the boat rushed into the wind and rain like an arrow. The energy left his body and started to sway the mist, throwing the fisherman who fell into the water back to his own ship.

He himself took advantage of his strength to cross the wind and rain for dozens of feet, and fell on one of the pleasure boats amidst surprise and cheers.

"What a light skill!"

"I dare to ask what my brother calls him?"

"Can you be the master of Zhujian Villa?"

A noble young man stood up to greet him, while a Confucian scholar was surprised and speculated that the beautiful courtesans and famous actors, with beautiful eyes flowing, as if they were moved.

Chu Tianyi has a tall figure and is eight feet tall. He has a cold and elegant aura, handsome and distinctive facial features, clear eyes and clear eyes.

In addition, his merits and deeds are profound, and he has his own attention.

call!

The closed paper umbrella opened again, isolating the wind and rain.

Chu Tianyi ignored everyone's gaze and shouting on the pleasure boat, bowing slightly, and his true energy was stirred:

"Sword Casting Villa, Chu Tianyi, please see the Sword God!"

His voice was neither high nor low, but it was extremely penetrating, and the sound waves echoed, causing the wind and rain to spread.

See the Sword God?

There was a quietness on the pleasure boat first, and then an uproar.

In the Ming Dynasty, there were countless martial artists in the world, and there were countless swordsmen who practiced swords. There were only one person qualified to be called the Sword God.

That is, the sword god Mu Qingliu!

Mu Qingliu is a legendary figure in the world.

Unlike the royal family and nobles who are mostly in the army, Zhang Xuanba, Mu Qingliu, who is a real martial arts myth.

According to legend, he was just a fire-burning servant in Zhujian Villa at the beginning, and his status was extremely low.

But with his own high spirit, he betrayed the sword-making villa alone and became a Martial Saint in just a few decades.

The "hanging sword platform" he opened up, with only four sword-bearing boys, became the top sect in the world.

Such legendary figures will actually come to Pingbo River to have fun?!

There was an uproar, but no one responded. Chu Tianyi bowed for a while and said again:

"Chujian Villa, Chu Tianyi, is ordered by the Lord of Long Manor to see the Sword God, and I hope you will be willing to see you!"

Almost everyone in the pleasure boat was alarmed and opened the windows to look at the deck, but there was no response.

"Chu Tianyi? The fourth young master of Qingzhou, Chu Tianyi, the true disciple of Zhujian Villa?"

Someone recognized Chu Tianyi.

"Young Master Chu, have you found the wrong place? There are only ordinary people like us in the pleasure boat, so where is the sword god?"

Hearing all kinds of noises, Chu Tianyi frowned slightly, and was about to speak, when he heard a crisp childish voice:

"Master is drunk. Come in and see him by yourself. I can't wake him up!"

"The Sword God is really here?"

Hearing this, the boat suddenly became boiling. Chu Tianyi saw that it was wrong and his true energy was swelling, which shocked the boat to calm down the riot.

"Everyone should drink, sleep, if there is any noise or noise..."

After sweeping over the crowd of people who were drunk and sweet, Chu Tianyi's voice became cold.

There was no more noise, and he walked into the pleasure boat. Inside, there was a mixture of powdery smell, wine and meat, and some unknown taste, which was quite pungent.

Chu Tianyi shook his head in his heart.

If he hadn't been looking for it with his supernatural powers, he would have thought he had come to the wrong place.

How could the dignified Sword God and the Martial Saint come to such a dirty place...

"here!"

The voice came, a silly man, as if a child who was only seven or eight years old was waving.

‘Sword God has taken the disciple?’

Chu Tianyi responded, but was extremely surprised.

Mu Qingliu did not establish a sect. The Hanging Sword Platform is not so much a sect as a sect, but a temporary temple for him to practice.

I haven't heard of him taking disciples for seventy or eighty years, so how could he accept such a little guy?

While walking, he looked at the little guy's face was full of childishness, with a wooden sword hanging on his waist, stupid and stupid, and his qualifications seemed to be very ordinary...

"Big brother is so beautiful."

The little guy looked envious.

Chu Tianyi smiled and asked: "Are you a disciple of the Sword God? What's your name?"

"My name is Shan Sheng. I am a wild child in the pleasure boat. Master passed by and insisted on accepting me as his disciple, but he couldn't even beat him."

The little guy blows his nose and eyes.

Chu Tianyi was stunned and stopped and did not dare to enter the door. He bowed and called again:

"Sword Forging..."

"It's so noisy!"

Accompanied by the strong smell of alcohol, a hoarse voice interrupted his words. Chu Tianyi was shocked, bowed even more, and his light swept over.

In the room, there was an alcoholic stretching.

It was an old man wearing a gray robe, not young, not tall, and extremely incredible. Even his hands were short and thick, without any trace of swordplay.

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Chu Tianyi is not a good person who is good at speaking, but he is from a big family and knows how smooth he is. But he is too shocked at this moment and is a little stunned.

Is this Mu Qingliu?!

Is this the Sword God?!

Bang!

With a slap, Chu Tianyi didn't react and was slapped again. His eyes turned black and his mind was buzzing.

"A moment, I will hit you and disturb you. I will hit you and see people with my dog's eyes."

The old man in gray robe yawned up and looked at Chu Tianyi coldly:

"In this chaotic era, the fortunes are ups and downs, and Buddhist sons are born in the rotten karma, great scholars are born in the Longyuan, Wuqu is born in the northwest, there is a Tiandao in the Lingnan, a hanging mountain, and a little Taoist priest is barely attracted to the eyes.

Why did you come out of Zhujian Villa?"

Chu Tianyi was stunned by the beating. He opened his mouth, and his shame and annoyance that he had never felt before flashed in his heart.

I want to argue, but I can't start.
To be continued...