In September, Taihe Mountain is hot and humid. Cicadas are clamoring mania on the trees.

Under the huge tree canopy of an umbrella, more than a dozen Taoist children were practicing swords. Under the leadership of the Taoist children, everyone's moves were neat and uniform, just like one person.

Every Taoist boy looked serious, even though his chest and vest had been soaked with sweat, he seemed to be unaware of it. There was a faint sense of unshakable perseverance in his behavior.

In fact, as disciples of the Xuantian Sect’s Secret Sword Hall, the Taoist children here have been strictly selected and can be said to be the elite ones selected from a thousand.

They looked young, but they all participated in actual combat. Everyone had killed people and were qualified swordsmen.

"stop."

Gao Zhengyang, who was sitting upright under the tree, looked at the burning incense burner and whispered to stop.

Many Taoist children neatly put their swords into the sheath, standing upright in place, waiting for the next order.

Gao Zhengyang nodded and expressed satisfaction with everyone's strict posture. He slowly said: "Swordsmen should be like swords in their hands, usually put them in the sheath and hide their sharpness. When needed, draw the sword and kill the powerful enemy. Whenever they are needed, they will be yin and yang, and hard and soft..."

Many Taoist children listened intently and did not dare to omit any word. Gao Zhengyang was the first in the Secret Sword Hall, in other words, the number one swordsman in the Secret Sword Hall.

Xuantian Sect has seven peaks and thirty-six halls, and the first combat power of the Secret Sword Hall. Gao Zhengyang is the first in the Secret Sword Hall, and he can almost be called the number one swordsman of the Xuantian Sect.

However, the most important thing about the Secret Sword Hall is a secret word.

For other martial arts sects, the name Gao Zhengyang is unknown. Only the senior management of Xuantian Sect and the secret sword hall know about Gao Zhengyang, the number one swordsman.

The disciples of the Secret Sword Hall are in the hands of Gao Zhengyang. Naturally, they dare not be rude.

What's more, Gao Zhengyang talks about the way of swordsmen, which is a unique skill that cannot be passed down for no money. Only in the Secret Sword Hall can you have the opportunity to learn it. Everyone cherishes this opportunity very much.

"The swordsman must not only know how to use swords, but also know how to adjust. When walking, lying, sitting, and standing, adjust his body with his breathing at all times, keeping relaxed and resting, and being alert enough. The world is sinister and complicated, and any negligence may cause death."

Gao Zhengyang is not just talking, he sets the best example by example.

In the hot and stuffy September, he was wearing a dark blue sword suit, with a black leather armor on his upper body, and armor was sewn on his elbows and legs. Two swords were inserted behind him.

You know, this is the inner sect of Xuantian Sect, and it is also the most important and safest place. But Gao Zhengyang dresses up like this every day for 365 days a year. He seems to be ready to fight against the enemy at any time.

It was precisely Gao Zhengyang's rigorous and coldness that everyone was extremely awe of him. Even the heads of each hall, no one dared to speak loudly in front of Gao Zhengyang.

In Xuantian Sect, there are probably only a few people including the sect leader and not afraid of Gao Zhengyang.

Gao Zhengyang pointed to a disciple in front and said, "Hongtong did it very well. His breathing was regulated by the method of turtles and snakes. His spirit was restrained, he was calm but not lazy, and he stopped but not stiff..."

Hongtong, who received praise, had a tight face and looked serious. But his eyes could not help but show a proud light.

The other disciples were inevitably envious. Gao Zhengyang was a cold and stern person, and it was too difficult to get his praise.

Gao Zhengyang finished speaking when the bell on the top of the mountain rang. He waved his hand and said, "It's all gone."

After many disciples bowed to Gao Zhengyang together, they left in an orderly manner in a row.

Only after the backs of many disciples disappeared in the winding mountain road did Gao Zhengyang sigh softly.

He always feels that there are some problems, but he doesn't know what's wrong.

In fact, his life was very simple. He was an orphan since childhood. He was reported to the mountain by the Taoist priest of Xuantian Sect at the age of three. He showed his talent for sword training at the age of seven and entered the Secret Sword Hall.

For the next thirty years, I have been living in the Secret Sword Hall. Although I have repeatedly come out of the mountain to kill the enemies, there is nothing worth remembering.

Gao Zhengyang knew that his personality was cold, and even if the Taoist priest who raised him died of fire when he practiced martial arts, he didn't feel sad. He actually didn't care much about Xuantian Sect.

But after staying here for a long time, everything was used to. He didn't want to leave. For him, although the world was wide, it was no different.

Only fighting and killing can inspire his enthusiasm. But that's all.

Gao Zhengyang sorted out his memories, and found no abnormalities, nor did he find any problems. He was very surprised that he had spent half his life like this, so why did such strange thoughts suddenly appear?

"No, no..."

Gao Zhengyang stood up and stroked a cross-shaped sword mark on the big tree. This was the trace left by him when he was ten years old when he practiced the first level of the Liangyi Wuxiang Sword.

At that time, he was young, had low cultivation, and his sword weapon was even worse. However, when he was testing the sword, he was full of sharpness, which allowed him to leave long sword marks several inches deep on the tree.

The big tree has long been old, and this sword mark that has been almost thirty years old has not healed and is almost completely preserved here.

For Gao Zhengyang, this is the mark of his life and the coordinates he left in the long river of time.

But why did he still feel that everything was a bit illusory, like a long dream, but he couldn't wake up no matter how hard he was.

Gao Zhengyang didn't know what was wrong with him, but he was like a beast trapped in a cage, extremely irritable. He wished he could draw his sword and kill everyone.

"Is it the so-called demonic obstacle?"

Gao Zhengyang would also wonder if he was practicing sword too hard and was so illusory that he could get rid of the devil. But he didn't believe in these things. Sword technique was just sword technique, every move, every move, and every effort, but he didn't have those messy and ridiculous things.

Xuantian Sect is a Taoist sect, and all the secret books and Taoist sects are indispensable, ghosts and gods. Gao Zhengyang doesn’t believe it at all.

Destiny may be impermanent and unpredictable. But if there are gods and demons who are superior to you and control your thoughts and actions, then what is the point of living? What is the point of doing this?

Gao Zhengyang rejected authority and any existence above him. Therefore, he was confused by the sudden idea that came to his mind, and he didn't know what was wrong with him?

Since childhood, Gao Zhengyang has always been proud of his calmness and rationality, but he did not expect that he would have a day of treacherous talk.

The irritable Gao Zhengyang habitually returned to his room. The empty room was only a wooden bed.

According to Gao Zhengyang's level, there should be several Taoist boys serving him. But he doesn't like to get close to anyone.

In fact, the wooden house where Gao Zhengyang lives is far away from other buildings. He cleaned the surrounding plants and trees. No one wants to enter here, he can't hide his eyes and ears.

Gao Zhengyang sat on the bed and suddenly thought about whether he was a little too nervous and lived so rigorously.

Before he could reflect and understand, someone had already arrived outside.

"Zhengyang, you're in the room."

Zhengfeng knocked on the door with a smile on his face, and then slowly walked in after getting Gao Zhengyang's permission.

Zhengfeng is Gao Zhengyang's senior brother, thirty years older than him, but looking at the crane's hair and a young face, he is very fairy-like. Especially the eyes, pure black and bright, full of vitality, just like a 16 or 17 boy.

As the head of Xuantian Sect, the name of Zhengfeng Zhenjun is well known to everyone in the world.

The Emperor of Chu worshipped Zhengfeng in an unusual way and issued an edict to grant the title of Zhenjun. He also spent millions of taels of silver to build a Taoist temple for Xuantian Sect.

During the thirty years when Zhengfeng took charge of Xuantian Sect, Xuantian Sect became the largest sect in the Chu State. Its popularity was no exception.

Gao Zhengyang certainly admired Zhengfeng's scheming methods. But he also gave this person a special reluctance.

The Secret Sword Hall is the most sharp sword of Xuantian Sect. Over the past thirty years, I don’t know how many powerful enemies they have killed and how many sects they have destroyed for Xuantian Sect.

Gao Zhengyang knew very well that the Secret Sword Hall was the killer organization of the sect. Zhengfeng attached great importance to the Secret Sword Hall, but he also gave it a lot.

Similarly, Gao Zhengyang is also very wary of Zhengfeng. Although the two have the same interests, but people's hearts are separated by their belly, who knows what the other party wants to do.

Gao Zhengyang maintained a vigilant attitude towards all the forces that could threaten him.

Zhengfeng almost watched Gao Zhengyang grow up, and he was very familiar with him, and he had long been used to his indifference.

"Zhengyang, senior brother has something to do with you this time."

Zhengfeng smiled with a flattering smile, but stood there with a very reasonable attitude, keeping a sufficient distance from Gao Zhengyang.

Gao Zhengyang was irritable and instinctively wanted to refuse, but he felt curious again when he looked at Zhengfeng: "What's the matter?"

"The State of Chu and the State of Yun are in marriage. The emperor is worried that someone will destroy the marriage. Please help us protect the princess' safety."

Zhengfeng said excitedly: "Zhengyang, this is a great opportunity for our sect. One, you can form a good emperor. Two, you can become famous all over the world. Three, you can take this opportunity to enter the Yun Kingdom to preach the Dharma. It can be said that you can win three goals in one fell swoop."

Gao Zhengyang said coldly: "I'm not interested."

Zhengfeng's face suddenly collapsed and he begged in a low voice: "Zhengyang, this matter must be yours. The whole sect is full of wine and food, brags and slaps, and they are useless to do the serious work."

Gao Zhengyang still shook his head: "No interest."

If someone else dared to refuse so continuously, Zhengfeng would slapp him with a palm to let the other party know the power of his four-phase magic palm.

But he did not dare to use force on Gao Zhengyang. Just kidding, if he dared to put his hands on his hands, the other party would definitely pull out the sword and stab it without hesitation.

Zhengfeng could only discuss this cold junior brother like an iceberg: "In this way, you don't like that golden silk soft armor, senior brother will give it to you."

Gao Zhengyang's eyes drooped slightly, as if he had entered into meditation. Obviously, Zhengfeng's conditions could not impress him.

Zhengfeng had foreseeable about this. Now Gao Zhengyang is too arrogant and it is difficult to ask him to take action. However, only Gao Zhengyang is reliable in this kind of thing.

Zhengfeng admires Gao Zhengyang's combat talent very much. There must be many people in the world who are better than Gao Zhengyang's martial arts skills, but if you say that you can win him firmly in the battle, none of them are there.

Zhengfeng said again: "As long as you go, the Tianxing Double Swords will be used for you."

Gao Zhengyang corrected: "It's not for me to use, it's my fault."

"Okay, it's yours."

Zhengfeng reminded again: "The Swords of Tianxing are the most treasures of the sect. Don't lose them, and don't pass them to outsiders."

"It's my turn, don't worry."

Gao Zhengyang, no matter what Zhengfeng thought, it was not the turn of others to ask about the Tianxing swords when he reached his hand.

Zhengfeng felt heartbroken. The Tianxing Swords are the sect's magic swords, which are integrated with special materials such as meteorite iron outside the sky and undersea steel mother. Not only is the blade extremely sharp, but it can also recover on its own after the sword edge is damaged.

The sword weapon uses a sharp blade to attack and kill the enemy. No matter how sharp the sword blade is or how exquisite the sword technique is, it will inevitably lead to damage to the sword blade. Over time, the sword weapon will inevitably break.

Only divine swords like the Tianxing Double Sword can be used for a long time without breaking or breaking.

Although the world is great, there are absolutely no more than ten divine swords like the Tianxing Double Sword.
To be continued...