In the early morning, the dew still gathered between the grass leaves, and the passers-by's clothes were wet by the dew, leaving a shallow watermark. The morning light gently passed through the gaps between the leaves, turning into golden debris and scattered on the ground.

On this quiet morning, most people had just woken up from their sleep. On the road where they were usually deserted, two shallow figures suddenly appeared. They traveled through the woods outside the village and continued to move forward further.

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As evening approaches, pedestrians on the road become scarce, and the already empty town becomes colder.

The originally low-high walls at the gates of the town have collapsed due to the impact of war and there is no sign of repair. The town has also been baptized by war, but it has survived tenaciously.

The guards at the door were scanning the surroundings to prevent any unexpected changes. In this era, war is inevitable and cruel. The guards' job is to discover abnormal movements as early as possible to ensure the safety of the city.

A group of people appeared on the horizon in the distance, and the guards who found this scene couldn't help but concentrate. Usually, there were no groups of people entering the city. Due to the war, many of the relatives or families of many people were destroyed, so most of the refugees who came were alone. The number of people was about ten, so it should not be an army. Despite this, the guards did not relax their vigilance and still focused on watching the crowd slowly moving towards the city gate.

Several people dressed as monks, and two or three children, moved slowly towards the town.

"Monkey!" Seeing the monks' guards, they couldn't help but look at them. In this chaotic era, not only were the society turmoil and difficult to survive. The order and ethics of this society were almost destroyed. The monks who originally advocated compassion for the world also colluded with the government and even enjoyed oppressing the people. However, these monks were not as smooth as those wine and meat monks. They were dressed simply, their clothes seemed very old, and their monk's shoes were worn out due to long journeys.

There should be no problem, and the guard chief's hands, which were originally holding the long halberd, also relaxed.

A young man with a long sword hanging around his waist appeared in his sight. Is he a young man who learns swordsmanship? It is useful to learn this in this era. At least he can defend himself. Unfortunately, if he faces the army, unless he is an extraordinary swordsman, otherwise ordinary swordsmanship will have no effect under the crushing of the army. The guard once saw a swordsman who is successful in practicing swordsmanship, and was crushed and then dismembered from his corpse in the face of dozens of times his own army. War, this machine cannot be forced to stop with the power of a person. The guard's eyes became a little dim, and the war also took away the lives of the guard's relatives. The war only gives everyone the harm and sorrow, and the originally harmonious life was ruthlessly destroyed. When will this era of war end?

"Uncle, you must concentrate when you are a guard!" A plain word drifted to the guard's ears with the passing wind.

The guard turned his head to look at the boy who had just walked by. The boy seemed very abrupt in the crowd, perhaps because of a strange atmosphere that was permeated with him, as if he was not standing with these people but walking alone on the street. "The strange people, maybe they were different from what I imagined." The guard thought. The boy's back gradually disappeared into the crowd, as if the scene had not happened just now.

"Master Quanzong, where are we going next?" The young man walked towards the front of the team and asked an older monk. This person was the leader of this group of monks, Master Quanzong. As one of the few monks who still adhered to Buddhist principles, he could not bear the depravity of monks in this era. A group of monks with the same ideas advanced towards a holy land.

Chen looked at this simple-dressed monk. Although he didn't have much contact with him, he was sure that he was one of the few people in this era who could stick to himself. He pursued what he thought in his heart and was not troubled by this chaotic era.

"Then it's the end of the night. There's no need to bother you at the end of the night." Master Quanzong said in a gentle tone.

"Anyway, I'm going to that direction, so it's nothing to go with you." Chen replied with a smile.

"You do have the same characteristics as my master. Don't you plan to meet my master?" Master Quanzong suddenly became a little serious and asked slowly.

"Although I really want to go, I must first fulfill my master's last wish. I'm so sorry." Chen looked into the distance and said. When he met this master a few days ago, he heard this sentence. Chen did not find any special things in himself. Apart from that mark, it would be okay if it was really related to it. However, he still had to fulfill his master's last wish first. I heard that the man had left the original garrison, and went to Ise. Hidetoshi Uchizumi, maybe he should be called Natsukazumi. Can he inherit his master Tian Jingliu compare with this sword saint who created the new Yinliu? In any case, this journey must be gone.

Master Quanzong carefully looked at the young man in front of him. Although he seemed a little thin, the powerful power contained in his body cannot be ignored. A group of monks who intercepted him halfway was easily solved by young people. I really can't underestimate anyone, and I will also be an amazing swordsman in the future.

"Live here for the time being today." Master Quanzong said to Tianse.

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At night, there was no light in the town, only the stars scattered on the ground.

In the courtyard, a boy stood with a knife. When you look closely, you can find that the boy closed his eyes. A gust of wind blew, and some green and yellow leaves on the tree drifted down with the wind. The boy moved, and a circle of dim white light spread around with his body as the center.

"Ten Ye Jiudu, it's pretty good. It seems that the blind sword technique has been achieved." Chen put down his long sword, carefully glanced at the broken leaves on the ground, and said slowly. The blind sword technique is one of the highest secrets in the Tianjing River. It uses his own perception to replace his eyes to understand the secret sword technique. Even Chen's master can only cultivate to the realm of Ten Ye Liudu. However, Chen can reach the nearly perfect Nine Dust.

"It's a miracle that the practice of this sword technique is so fast. Although I have the experience and guidance of the teacher, it may be related to myself." Chen thought silently. In fact, before practicing this sword technique, he found that he could sometimes see the world with an inexplicable perception instead of his eyes. Later, combined with this blind sword technique, he strengthened this ability.

Perhaps because of this method of practicing, Chen felt that his perception ability was getting stronger and stronger, and he would probably reach the state of complete 10 leaves in a while. Chen did not end his practice, so he put down his knife and perceived the outline of the outside world with a peaceful heart. With the concentration of his spirit, the general things in the courtyard appeared in Chen's mind. However, it seemed very blurry. As the scope of perception was narrowed, the perceived things became clearer.

"It seems that the range of clearly perceived is only about three steps, which is similar to the past." Chen opened his eyes and looked at the farthest place he could perceive. "Forget it, this will not be improved in a short time. I have basically learned all the secrets of Tian Jingliu. I don't know if this level can be compared with Xinyinliu." Chen was thinking. Perhaps his thoughts would be made fun of when someone knew about it. Nobuoka Uchizumi was a famous swordsman of this era, who created the Grandmaster of Xinyinliu. How could this young man compare with the already famous Shangiuzumi?

"The Tianjingliu inherited by the master is not worse than the Xinyinliu, and I have done something that Shangquan could not do. Master, I will express your wish to Lord Shangquan." Chen looked at the long sword in his hand. This cloth soul also cared the teacher's wish. A faint starry light covered the long sword. This famous sword was passed down by Nagajuro to Chen, which can also represent the inheritance of Tianjingliu.

Putting away his long sword, Chen stood in the courtyard, and the town under the night sky was very quiet. There was a faint metallic radiance flowing on Chen's wrist. This was one of the inheritance tokens given to him by Nagajuro. It is said to be a strange thing obtained by the previous ancestors, and it is also one of the few ancestors in the history of Tian Jingliu who could achieve the final mystery.

"Can the legendary final mystery really be cultivated?" Thinking of the teacher describing the final mystery to him in the past, both the teacher and him were confused...

"The ultimate mystery of Lan Realm, Tian Jingliu, has been practiced by no one except the previous ancestors. It is said that when the ancestors perform this move, they can generate strong winds, cut open the huge rocks blocking the mountain roads, and surpass humans to reach the realm of gods."

Although this was seen and recorded by the previous ancestor disciples, Chen still complained: "This swordsmanship cannot be practiced by humans, right? How can it be possible to cut a huge rock several times higher than a human? This is not a fantasy world."

However...that this kind of thing happened to me when traveling through time, maybe this kind of swordsmanship is really possible.

"If I could practice this move, I guess the master would be able to come back from Huang Quan with a smile..." I complained silently in my heart.
Chapter completed!