C3

Seven years ago, he was just an ignorant teenager at the age of 14. His mind was filled with thoughts of roaming the world, and he was extremely dissatisfied with his father's method of not allowing him access to the outside world.

"Daddy is so stingy. He wouldn't even teach me sword techniques, not even lend me his sword for a moment, and he's even not willing to buy me a new sword. Hmph, if you don't buy for me, won't I do it?" Eh? Well, cut it down a little, this, this again, ha! The treasure sword has finally been refined! " Qi Tianyun raised the bamboo sword in his hand as if he was holding a rare godly weapon. Good! Let me try. Flying Sword! " Holding the bamboo sword, the blade pointed forward, the back of his hand pointing downwards. He threw it upwards, drawing an arc in the air before landing on the ground.

"Oh!" "He ran over, picked up the bamboo sword, and continued to try out the moves." Father thought that since he hid the sword manual, I wouldn't be able to find it. 'Who cares where he's hiding, I'll still be able to capture him easily. Eh, hahahahaha … ' Look at the sword! Ah … "Whoa …"

A woman dressed in green walked out of a thatched cottage with a wooden bamboo wall. She raised her head and looked at the rising sun. She had a hairpin in her head, and her face was full of wind and frost.

In the blink of an eye, a carriage slowly approached from the road leading out of the mountain. The red horse was being driven by a burly and rugged man. A pair of sharp eyes were hidden under a bamboo hat.

The woman quickly walked over and shouted: "Wuyang! "I'm back, did you get soaked in the rain? Did you sell that leopard skin well?"

Qi Wuyang pulled the reins, "Phew —" He jumped down from the car quickly and smiled brightly, "The harvest is not bad. Yumei, have you finished breakfast? I'm starving."

The woman's name was Lili. She patted the water droplets on Qi Wuyang's body and said repeatedly, "Okay, okay, luckily the rain isn't too heavy, otherwise, you should bring a raincoat with you, Tianyun! Tianyun! Time to eat! "Where did this child go?" Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly saw his husband looking towards the bamboo forest in the distance. He was stunned as he saw Qi Tianyun happily dancing with a bamboo sword in his hand.

Qi Wuyang let out a long sigh, "It seems that this child is naturally active, we can't control him any longer."

Chou Yumei disapprovingly said, "It's nothing for a child to practice martial arts. At the very least, they can strengthen their body. We can talk about it in the future." She walked over and called out again: "Tianyun! Tianyun! It's time to eat. We'll practice later! "

Qi Tianyun answered from a distance: "Got it!" He came running through the wet mud, his head covered in sweat. Chou Yumei helped him wipe his sweat and pulled him into the house.

Looking at his small head, Qi Wuyang seemed to want to say something, but he hesitated. After a while, he said to Chou Yumei, "I met a servant of Elder Brother Ximen's house at the market. He said that Elder Brother Ximen invited me to play chess when I was free, and I wanted to pay him a visit after breakfast." He lowered his head and continued eating.

Before the food even entered his mouth, he heard Qi Tianyun shout, "I'm going too!" He looked excited.

Qi Wuyang hesitated for a moment, "Uh, Tianyun, next time, I'll take you there. Next time, I'll definitely take you there. Dad promises."

Qi Tianyun shouted angrily: "Dad is a big liar! I want you to teach me sword techniques. Say next time, if I want to borrow your sword, say next time as well. If you want to buy me a sword, say the same time. I don't care, I must bring you there today! "

Qi Wuyang put down his chopsticks, "Didn't Dad teach you martial arts?"

He disdainfully said, "What kind of martial arts is that? It's either moving rocks or hunting. What's the use of learning it?"

After a moment of silence, Chou Yumei advised, "Take him with you. He's your friend anyway, so nothing will happen."

He quickly replied obediently, "Yes, I will be obedient and promise not to cause trouble. You can rest assured." He ran behind Qi Wuyang and pulled his clothes, "Dad, please take me with you, okay, dad!"

Qi Wuyang took a while to relax, "Alright, alright, take you to eat." He immediately beamed. "I knew that Father would be the most trustworthy." He continued his meal business.

"Giddy up!" Qi Wuyang shook the reins and the red horse let out a long hiss. It let go of its four hooves and dashed forward. A breeze blew past Qi Wuyang's ears.

"Dad, how long will it take for you to arrive?"

"We'll be there by noon. It's not far."

Qi Tianyun looked at the scenery that was constantly moving backwards and felt very good. He could not help but learn to shout loudly: "Go! "Giddy up!"

After climbing a few hills, the carriage entered a dense forest. Several pieces of broken sunlight shined from the shade of the trees, gently shining on their bodies. Birds chirped from the trees, and the faint sounds of wolves and tigers could be heard in the distance.

"Tianyun, remember this. You have to call him Uncle Simen when you meet him. Do you know?"

"Got it." Wu Tie nodded and suddenly tilted his head, "Right, dad, what's Uncle Simen's name? Where does he live?"

Qi Wuyang was silent for a long time before saying: "I didn't want you to know too much, but since you asked, then I'll tell you. That friend of mine resides in Defensive Sword Mountain Villa, his name is Ximen San."

"Ximen San? How could there be such a strange name? "

"This was a nickname given to him by others, because the weapon he used was an umbrella made of specially crafted steel. Sometimes, he would float around on it."

"Wow, that's amazing! But the name "Villa" always sounds a bit awkward, what's the meaning of it? "

"Speaking of the origin of this name, there's a very ancient story that goes on all the way until today …"

"Dad, continue!" "I like listening to stories the most. After all, there's still a long way to go. If you have nothing else to do, you'll suffocate to death!"

"Sigh!" There are more and more people who are involved in this story, and because Ximen Family created this story, they established this Villa, and stayed here for a hundred years, so the story must be told from a hundred years ago … "

In a quiet little mountain village.

On a night full of stars, a torch at the foot of the mountain slowly moved towards the mountainside. The torch was held by an old man with a white beard. Old Yellow went home! Moo! Sigh, she was usually very obedient. Where did she run off to? "Old Yellow!"

"Moo ~ ~ ~" At the top of the mountain, he finally heard an echo.

"Old Yellow!" It's time to go home! " The old man walked over happily and held onto an old cow with curved horns. "Let's go home, don't run around in the future, it's really hard to find you. Your legs are sore, if you run around again, I'll let you sleep on the mountain. The sky is already dark, if we don't leave, the torch will go out and we'll leave in the dark. Old Yellow, Old Yellow! "

However, no matter how much he tried, the old Yellow Ox refused to move. The old man shone a torch on its face, and the old man saw it puffing heavily, staring at the sky with its eyes wide open.

The old man was slightly surprised, but following its gaze, his eyes also widened.

In the deep sky, a huge fireball with a long tongue of flame was rapidly flying towards the top of the mountain.

The old Yellow Ox looked up at the descending fireball in horror, its hooves kicking restlessly. Its head pulled on the reins with all its might, trying its best to break free from the old man's restraints.

"Moo!" Moo! Old Yellow did not panic! "Don't panic …" "The old man caressed its back as he coaxed it, waiting for it to calm down before he stealthily dragged it down the mountain.

Not long after, they heard a "Bang!" sound from the top of the mountain. With a loud sound, the ground beneath his feet went numb.

The old man and the old Yellow Ox were both scared to death. They ran down the mountain together, but by the time they reached the foot of the mountain, the old man could no longer hold them back. While running, the torch dropped. The old man didn't bother to pick it up, instead, he was dragged along by the old Yellow Ox.

When he finally got home, he stopped the cow, walked into the house with his legs limp, and sat on a stool, gasping for breath.

"His uncle!" Lend me a sieve for a second, yo! "What's wrong? I'm out of breath! Come, come, come! Wipe this!" The aunt who borrowed the sieve offered him a handkerchief.

The old man wiped his sweat, then said, "Sigh! That was a narrow escape from death. If I hadn't gone up the mountain to look for the cow, I wouldn't have encountered such a situation. "

"Ah?" We met a bandit? "

The old man shook his head, "No, it's a shooting star. It fell right on top of the mountain, and with such a big fireball on the ground, it scared Old Yellow and me half to death, we almost lost our souls!"

"Meteor? Yo! No wonder I felt a tremor under my feet just now. I haven't seen this place in years, I remember the last time it was, when a meteor crashed down and smashed a nice house into pieces. Luckily, everyone inside was working in the fields, or else they would have all been in trouble. I'll have to inform the folks before they know it. Yo! Look at my memory, I almost forgot. His uncle, borrowing a sieve, our family is that bad. " He then repeated, "Aiyo, such a big thing has happened, I have to hurry and tell this big guy."

The old man took it out and gave it to her. His heart finally calmed down a lot as he thought of his grandfather's reasoning. "If you can survive a great disaster, you will definitely have good fortune."

The next day, he got up early and headed up the mountain.

When they arrived, they saw a sea of people. More than half of the villagers had already arrived, pointing towards the meteorites.

He pushed his way through the crowd, coming to a stop at the very front of the line: the mountain-sized meteorite had made a deep crater, and beside it were countless bits of soil that had crumbled into dust.

However, the most astonishing thing was that there wasn't just a strange stone on the meteorite, but a sword sticking out of it.

Its shape was very strange, the crescent-shaped guard on the sword hilt curved upwards to the sides, the top of the sword hilt was connected to a round ball, the sword blade was extremely thick, its entire body was black, only half of the sword blade was exposed, the other half was firmly inserted into the crevice of the meteorite.

The entire body of the sword exuded a faint red light. Although the red light was very faint, it seemed to have dyed the horizon before sunrise red.

"Why is there a sword? Did someone stick it in? Is one night enough?"

"You're stupid! Don't you see that this sword is very rare? Who would throw such a good sword here and wait for you to pick it up? There isn't such an idiot in this world.

"But if it wasn't done by a person, who did it? I don't know if I can touch it, sigh! Which one of you dares to touch it? "

No one answered him.

After a while, someone finally said, "Let me try!" A stout man walked out and was about to climb onto the meteorite, but after a moment of hesitation, he retreated. He picked up a rock from the ground, gritted his teeth, and threw it onto the meteorite.

Everyone turned to look at the stone, but there was no sound at all.

The stone flew in an arc, but just as it was about to touch the sword, the red light flashed and the stone bounced back. At the same speed as before, it bounced back in the opposite direction.

The crowd was in an uproar, and everyone quickly stepped back. The stone fell to the ground with a "pu" sound. After a false alarm, no one dared to take another step forward.

"Aiya! This couldn't be a divine object, right? It actually landed in our village, what's going to happen? "

"Fellow villagers!" Fellow villagers! "Listen to me!" The old man finally could not suppress the excitement in his heart. The old man had a very high status in the village. The villagers who respected him immediately quieted down, waiting for him to express his opinion.

"Fellow villagers!" This was a divine object that came from the heavens! The divine object that protects the peace of our village! With it, we will be able to avoid evil spirits entering our body, get rid of disasters, and have a peaceful life! This is what the Old Heaven gave us! "

When the villagers heard this, they felt that it was logical, and their hearts were filled with gratitude and comfort. It was unknown who shouted, "It's a godly object!" The rest of the group followed his command and kneeled down to worship it.

From then on, people from the village would come to the mountain every few days to pay their respects. The village had children who were sick for a long time, and adults brought them along to worship as well. It was strange that the children were able to recover after a visit, so the legends about it became more and more profound.

From then on, the fame of the divine creatures spread like wildfire, and the nearby villages all came one after another to worship them.

One day, a man in a trench coat came here in the winter when it was snowing heavily.

The surroundings were so quiet that only the sound of his footsteps could be heard. He walked up to the meteorite and stood there for a long time. After circling it a few times, he left.

Later on, the legends about the divine items finally spread to the people of Jianghu and the people of Jianghu. They asked who told the story first, saying that it was a sword crafting master who forged divine weapons, and that many martial arts experts had used weapons forged by him.

Many martial artists had come here to observe, as they all called this sword "Sword of Outer Space."

Actually, this name was given to him by the Sword Crafting Master, and it was passed down from his mouth as well.

Some young swordsmen had tried to pull it out, but no one had ever been able to climb up. Some had even tried to fly up, but they had all been shot down. Some had even been broken or seriously injured. People no longer dared to look down on it.

The situation became more and more chaotic, and finally, the Martial House Sisters could no longer sit still. Many people from the martial arts community were gathered on the mountain to resolve the issue of the ownership of the Sword of Outer Space, because they felt that they could not allow similar casualties to happen.

However, in the end, there was only one result. That was to rely on one's own strength to fight for it. Whoever could take it down would be taken care of.

One after another, powerful martial artists were defeated. Some of them were still severely injured, but none of them were able to remove it.

Everyone was shocked.

Someone invited the Sword Crafting Master over, and people asked him how did he make this sword, and why it was so powerful.

swordsmith did not say a word as he walked around it. Finally, he stopped and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "All swords are forged by humans. Other than this, no other living being can do it …"

Someone interrupted him, "But I'm afraid no one can forge this sword. Moreover, where can one find the materials to make it? Also, why did this sword descend from the sky? Is it really made by a god?"

swordsmith shook his head lightly, "I have never believed in God, it is just an ignorant person deceiving himself, this sword's forging materials are rare, it is made of an unknown material, and its forging method is extremely superior, I have been trying to figure it out for many days, but unfortunately, I could not figure it out, it fell from the sky with a meteor, that is, it fell from the sky in an unknown world, the people of that world threw it here, I think there are two reasons, either it was unintentionally lost, or I want to test who in the world can understand what they have in their world, if I'm not mistaken, it is not just a few decades simple, but even longer test."

After a long period of silence, an authoritative voice boomed, "Let me try!"

Everyone's eyes fell on him.

Everyone knew that he was Alliance Leader of the Martial Arts Circles. He had a gorgeous crown on his head, was dressed in a resplendent luxurious suit, had thick eyebrows and hawk eyes, and had a strand of black beard under his chin.

He walked to swordsmith's side and said, "Since the swordsmaster said this is a test, then I also have the responsibility to participate. In order to prevent more innocent people from getting into trouble, if I can't take it away, then I would advise everyone not to take the sword alone." He turned around and walked towards the meteorite, slowly gathering all the power in his body.

"Alliance Master, you have a martial arts background, you can't take the risk yourself." swordsmith's voice entered his ears.

He hesitated for a moment and suddenly let out a powerful roar. Everyone gathered their energy and silently endured it.

A figure flew into the air.

He first used 30% of his power to test the waters. That 30% came back without a single drop remaining. "I don't believe that it will be able to endure no matter how strong it is."

After his palm came in contact with the flashing red light, he felt a force that was even more powerful than before travel down his arm. It was as if he had used fifty percent of his strength to hit himself.

When he was about to fall, a strong hand held him and gently lowered him to the ground.

After staggering for a bit, he finally stopped and quickly closed his eyes to slowly adjust his breathing.

"Chief, are you alright?"

He let out a light breath and opened his eyes. "Thank you, swordmaster. I'll be fine after a few days."

The crowd burst into an uproar.

The Alliance Master suppressed his injuries and shouted, "Everyone! "As you have seen just now, I hope that you can act with caution. I do not doubt your position in the martial arts world. Goodbye everyone!" He clasped his hands toward the crowd.

Everyone cupped their fists in unison, "Alliance Master, take care!" People followed him down the mountain.

The story was not over yet. Not only did people not give up on the idea of taking the sword, they even became more intense. There was even a rumor in the Jianghu that whoever could obtain the sword would become Alliance Leader of the Martial Arts Circles. More and more people flocked here. There were also people who fought to decide who should draw the sword. They fought openly and fought secretly, and there were many of them. This caused a period of confusion among the martial artists.

But then someone changed it.

It was another snowy winter. The chief came to the mountain again with a man named Xi Men. He was an unknown young swordsman, and very few people in the martial arts world knew him.

He stood there and pointed at something not too far away: "Alliance Head, I will build a villa here to guard this sword. Anyone who comes here to pick up the sword must pass through the proper path, and if someone is crippled or even killed because of this, it can only be blamed on himself, but if someone is injured because of the fight for the sword, it will be a problem for Wu Lin, so something like this must be done to prevent it from happening."

"But you never thought that doing so would be equivalent to carrying a huge burden on yourself. In the future, it won't be so easy to unload it."

"Hahaha …" I was just worrying that I didn't have a burden to carry. The heavier the burden, the wider the shoulder. Why not? "

Looks like I'm really old, the lofty aspirations I had when I was young vanished like the clouds in the sky. I still need to rely on you youngsters to support the future of my martial arts Lin, then have you made up your mind?

I have already thought it through very clearly, the Villa's name is called 'Defensive Sword Mountain Villa', so I can guarantee with my life that I did not build this Villa out of selfishness. If no one can take it away from me during my lifetime, then my descendants will continue to guard here.

Manor Lord was that teenager. He bought the fields of the villagers at the bottom of the mountain at a high price, declaring that they were still farming here, and would only pay a small amount of food every year. Normally, the villagers would receive the protection of the village during their travels, and when they withdrew, they would return all the fields to the village.

However, day after day, and year after year had passed, and the reputation of the Villa had become more and more well-known, and its Ximen Family had also become more and more respected. This was not only because there was a weapon that everyone yearned for and feared, but also because the Ximen Family had the reputation of being praised by both the black and white of the martial arts world.

Although no one dared to snatch a sword from the Manor, the outside of the Manor was filled with secret sentries from various Factions, which were used to monitor whether or not someone took the sword away and then waited for the opportunity to act. However, for a long time, it was just a walk in the park.