This is a remote mountain village. Because the whole village’s surname is Bu, it is named Bujiazhuang.

The villa here has only a hundred households. The villagers built the village against the mountain and attracted the mountain springs to drink in the mountains. In the chaotic times, it is a few quiet places.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding..."

There are constant sounds of striking in the small village. There is a stove built in front of every household here. This small mountain village is famous for casting weapons. Because of the tempering of this mountain spring water, the weapons are a little sharper than the ordinary goods on the market.

Therefore, this Bujiazhuang, which is all surnamed, is famous in a distance within a radius of hundreds of miles.

"Dad, what's the name of this sword?"

In front of the best forging furnace in Bujiazhuang, a boy of six or seven years old was standing curiously in front of a man with his upper body naked, constantly pounding the sword in his hand and sweating.

"This sword is called a peerless sword. This sword is the best sword that my father has forged in his life!" The man showed a smile on his face, and the hammer in his hand kept hitting the sword blank that had just been taken out of the furnace, making a jingle sound.

The middle-aged man kept beating the sword blank in his hand. Although the sword had not yet been formed, just from the corner of the leopard, this forged sword should be the wide-sized sword.

"Dad, then do you think it is important to those people in the martial arts world? Or is it important to be a good sword or a peerless martial arts book?" Looking at the middle-aged man covered in sweat, the child looked at the sword blank in his father's hand and asked in confusion.

"A good sword can make people who know how to do martial arts feel safe in their hearts. If a martial arts knows how to do martial arts has a good sword, it will be like a tiger with wings. So in the eyes of those masters, a good sword is no less than a peerless martial art."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he smiled at the child and preached, "Jingyun, you will forge countless good swords like my father in the future, making those in the world crazy."

"Don't worry, Dad, I will definitely create the best sword in the future, which is better than your peerless sword. Let those experts from the World Association come and ask me to make swords for them..."

The child said happily, as if he had seen countless masters begging for his gaze.

.............

“One, two, three, four…”

There was a constant shouting in the open martial arts field. A group of children of different ages were wearing white training uniforms. At this time, they were practicing the most basic boxing technique under a large banner with the word "Tianxia".

"Under the leadership of the Xiongba Gang Leader, the World Association is now in a great momentum, and its reputation in the martial arts world is soaring. Looking at these children, I am sure the world association's hegemony will surely rise!"

With a sigh, an ugly old man in vegetarian clothes walked past the more than a thousand young men under the leadership of a man wearing a white robe, a sharp-cornered hat and a woman-looking person.

"Oh, Clay Buddha, look at what you said." The man with a white pointed hat twisted his waist, pinched the small fan in his hand and kept shaking it, and said with a smile like a woman. "You have chosen the Feng Shui pattern and location here by yourself. The world will soar. Haven't your value doubled!"

"I hope this is the case!" The mud Buddha nodded silently, scratched his itchy face, and as he twitched, he even pulled a piece of rotten meat from his face.

"Clay Buddha, if you can trust me Wen Chou Chou, then I want to ask you to take a hang for my servant too. I don't have anything else to do, I just want to see..."

"Uh..." Wen Chou Chou, who had just turned around, immediately saw the rotten meat emitting a foul smell in the hands of the clay Buddha.

There were countless tiny maggots squirming on the rotten meat. With Wen Chou Chou's eyes, a maggot as thick as a thin line leaned up and combined with the rotten face of the clay Buddha, Wen Chou Chou Chou couldn't help but take back what he was going to say.

"What did you just say?" The clay Buddha threw the rotten flesh on the ground and asked Wen Chou Chou Chou.

"It's nothing, let's go quickly, don't let the gang leader wait in a hurry!" Wen Chou Chou covered his face with the small fan in his hand. After keeping a distance from the clay Buddha for a while, he smiled reluctantly.

The clay Bodhisattva didn't say much when he heard the sound. He lowered his head and walked through the place where the young men practiced martial arts. He watched the disciples of the Tianxiahui who were holding swords and swords on both sides, and walked step by step towards the hall on the top of the mountain next to the steps with the words "Sword Pool" at the bottom of the mountain.

This is a very majestic hall, which looks magnificent from a distance, like an emperor's palace and more than a sect's residence.

In front of the hall, a plaque with the three words "Tianxiahui" was hanging on the door, as everyone declared that this was the head of the Tianxiahui.

The Clay Bodhisattva lowered his head and walked into the hall step by step. With the arrival of the Clay Bodhisattva and Wen Chou Chou, many guards in golden armor stood scattered on both sides.

"Master Xiong Gang, don't be fine..." After entering the hall, the mud Buddha did not raise his head, and stood on the hall and bowed to the front.

"Clay Buddha, I have been waiting for a long time!"

At the end of the hall is a crystal seat, on which is a middle-aged man with long beards and looks over fifty years old. From the position where this person sat and the word "Tianxia" written behind it, it is not difficult to see that this person is the leader of the Tianxiahui gang that is now famous... Xiongba...

"It's really a mistake to let the leader of the Xiong Gang wait for a long time!" The Cy Bodhisattva lowered his head even lowered when he heard the sound.

"You guys retreat..." Xiongba stood up from his seat and waved to the guards in the hall.

"It's the leader of the gang, the villain took his leave." Wen Chou Chou glanced at the clay Buddha beside him. He was good at being a human being immediately called out the guards in the hall and closed the door when he left.

Looking at the empty hall, Xiongba stood quietly beside the Clay Buddha and whispered, "You and I have been together for many years, and you also know my nature well. I am here to ask you to discuss things this time."

"The leader of the gang wants to ask the sword saint!" The mud Buddha raised his head, and on his face covered with rotten sores, there was a pair of bright eyes, as if he could see through everything in the world.

Xiongba was used to the premonition of the Clay Bodhisattva and said without thinking; "It was the fact that I had made a fight with the Sword Saint. The Sword Saint became famous before me, and was once a hero who was proud of the world. It's a pity that we have never met, and now the date of the fight has come, so I want to ask you, I have a fight with him now, how much chance of winning can I have!"

"With the gang leader's extraordinary martial arts today, no matter the Northern Sword Saint or Nan Wuming, they are probably not the gang leader's opponent!"

The Clay Buddha smiled slightly, and when Xiongba heard the Clay Buddha's words, he was slightly stunned, and then he laughed out loud.

Xiongba laughs, and the Clay Buddha also laughs. Xiongba laughs, and the Clay Buddha also laughs.

In this way, laughter kept coming from the hall, which shocked the disciples waiting outside to be at a loss.

The two laughed at each other, but as they smiled, Xiongba suddenly turned cold and said in a deep voice, "If I can defeat the sword in one fell swoop, then my life will be just around the corner. If I am defeated this time, then everything here will be a passing cloud, including you..."

"Haha, the gang leader doesn't have to worry so much. Although the villain has seen through life and death, you may have to wait ten years for a fight with the Sword Saint!" Listening to the threatening intention in Xiongba's mouth, the Clay Bodhisattva laughed silently and said without caring about it.

"Oh! What does this mean?" Xiongba turned his head suddenly, staring at the clay Buddha with his eyes tightly.

"Haha, the time has not come!"

The clay Buddha smiled and shook his head, then took out a scroll from his hand and handed it to Xiongba gently.

"Gangmaster, this is for you. I hope it will be helpful to you!"

The Clay Buddha held the scroll in his hand and held it with both hands and handed it to Xiongba. Looking at the Casual appearance of the Clay Buddha, Xiongba also reached out to take it in confusion, and then opened it without hesitation.

"The golden scales are not something in the pond, they turn into dragons when they encounter wind and clouds!"

The scroll was gently opened, and two lines of white and black words were clearly written on it, which made Xiongba unable to help but read it out softly.

"What does this mean?" Xiongba looked at the two lines of riddles and looked at the clay Buddha with a strange look.

"These are two birth dates and eight characters, and they will also be the disciples who will be recruited in the future. One of the two of them has wind and the other has clouds. They are destined to help you turn into a dragon!"

The clay Buddha said softly, and then he placed two bamboo pieces with words in Xiongba's hands.

"Transforming the dragon!" Xiongba held the bamboo slices in his hand tightly and focused his eyes on the word "Tianxia".

"That's true, but this is just your destiny in the first half of your life, and I also put it in this box in the second half of your life." The mud Buddha untied the package behind him, took out a compass from it, and placed it on the table in front of him.

"What will happen to my second half of my life? Can't you just say it now!" Xiongba asked anxiously at the huge compass in front of him.

"It's not that I don't want to say it, but that I can't say it."

The clay Buddha pointed to the compass and said softly, "This compass is made of Persian craftsmen, and it consists of 108 sets of heavenly stems and earthly branches that have been broken. As long as you can regroup the broken heavenly stems and earthly branches, you will naturally know your fate in the second half of your life. But I want to tell you in advance, that is, this treasure box cannot be opened with external force, otherwise it will only burn both jade and stones."

"Okay, since what you said is so interesting, then I will play with you. The answer I got in this way is better than if you said it directly!"

Xiongba was full of passion, but he didn't think he could not untie a box. You should know who could practice martial arts to this level is not a person with arrogant and super wise nature. So after hearing the words of the Clay Buddha, Xiongba agreed after a moment of thinking, and never thought about the possibility that he could not untie the box.

.............

"According to the order of the Tianxiahui Association, all males with birth date and eight characters above will be reported immediately from now on. Those who report will reward 100 taels of gold, but those who conceal or not report will be killed."

Countless horses with two-character flags on the back of the world start from the world, and the two birth dates and eight characters were also known by the world.

"Master, the owner of the mansion, someone is looking for the young master's birthday and horoscope!"

Someone in Bujiazhuang ran to a family with a notice posted.

"Don't worry about them, my peerless sword is coming out at a critical moment. What are you doing with these things!" The middle-aged man glanced at the notice in the man's hand, wiped the sweat from his face, and said indifferently.

"The owner of the manor, it says that those who know the information and do not report the information will be punished by the three clans, and those who report the information will be rewarded with a hundred gold!" Looking at the man who ignored him, the man said anxiously.

"I, Bu Qingtian, don't rely on my own children to make money. Who knows what the world will do that!" The big man didn't care at all and kept beating the sword in his hand.

"Master, this is a hundred gold coins!" Looking at Bu Qingtian's disregard for his disregard, the man opened his mouth again, but in the end he could not change Bu Qingtian's mind. He could only shake his head and leave with the notice in his hand.

At the same time, a warrior named Nie Renwang walked towards the Leshan Giant Buddha with his ancestral snow-drinking sword.

One night, Bujiazhuang was looted by horse thieves, and none of the people in the village were spared. The only child who survived was a little boy standing in the villa and reading books while killing. His name was Bu Jingyun. Faced with the tragic situation of his village, the child's expression remained unchanged from beginning to end, and he never even had a tear fallen.

One day, the tide of the Leshan Giant Buddha surged and the water flooded the big Buddha's knees. Two warriors who duel encountered the mythical auspicious beast Qilin. One of them was dragged into the Qilin cave by the fire Qilin, and the remaining warrior left with a bright red sword.

"The fire is fierce on the southern mountain ridge, and the snow is cold in the abyss of the North Sea! Humph, the snow is crazy sword, sooner or later, I will put you in my sword tomb!" The warrior, holding the boy crying in his arms, disappeared in front of the Buddha statue where the river was swelling.

The golden scales are not something in the pond, but they turn into dragons when they encounter wind and clouds...

"Didi... The spatial reaction has been discovered and is heading to the world, Fengyun. Please prepare the host. In order to make it easier for you to find fragments, your identity is arranged as 'nameless'..."

Recalling the prompts the system gave him, Qin Hui suddenly opened her eyes, and saw a stone wall and a pool filled with red blood.

"Where is this! Is the secret room in the Hero Building?" Qin Hui looked at the pool full of blood, stood up from the spot in confusion, and gently headed towards the stone gate in front of her.

"KaKaKa..."

Qin Hui pushed the thick stone door open, and behind the stone door were the rows of torches, and stalactites with water droplets dripping down from the top of his head.

"What place is this? I am not Wuming? It doesn't look like a hero building!" Qin Hui was full of doubts, and her body flew up and rushed towards the end.

This is a high mountain. There are five identical peaks around the cave, linked by huge chains. Clouds float at their feet. Qin Hui looked outside the cave entrance. The towering peaks in the clouds seemed to be in the world.

"Gate of Life and Death!" Qin Hui stood on the platform outside the cave entrance. When she turned around, three big words like hooks and swords were deeply engraved on the cave, emitting a faint murderous intent.

"The pool filled with blood, the peaks towering into the clouds, the iron chain, the gate of life and death!"

Qin Hui kept thinking about it, but no matter how he thought about it, it was like the symbol of the First Evil Emperor, not the nameless martial arts myth.

"Mirror..." Qin Hui shouted softly, and a crystal clear water mirror immediately emerged in front of her.

This is a man who looks in his forties. Although he still looks like Qin Hui, his long gray hair and gray beard on his chin all give Qin Hui a strange feeling, and it also makes Qin Hui's age less than thirty look like he is in his forties.
To be continued...