"Junior brother, come here and help me, I can't move this manhole cover." In a small courtyard in a small mountain village in the Qinling Mountains, a middle-aged man was struggling to carry a round stone slab, his face and body

His sweat was flowing down like water. "Muli, if you don't come here, I will be crushed to death by this broken stone slab."

"Come on, come on, I was watching the sword fight just now. Youyun's sixteen swords are just short of the last one. Master said that I can't become a disciple until I master these sixteen swords." Following an impatient voice, a

The carefree young man walked out of the house with a piece of foxtail hanging, scratched his long, messy hair, and looked down.

The senior brother who was moving stone slabs under the bright sun glanced at his mouth and said, "Just tell lies with your eyes open. With your Ziwu cultivation and your size, I won't believe you even if you say you can't move it. Okay."

, I'm going to continue learning my sword." The young man waved his hand, turned around and walked into the house, closed the door and locked it from the inside.

"Hey, I really can't move it. There is a Thousand Jin Talisman on this stone! Your uncle's Li Minghao!" The sad and angry voice of the senior brother floated back and forth in the valley, frightening the birds resting in the surrounding woods.

"You can also move the Thousand Jin Talisman, I believe you can." Li Minghao heard his senior brother's increasingly resentful voice, shook his head with a smile, and continued to turn over the yellowed ancient book in his hand. "Youyun Sword Technique No. 16

In the sword style, Shi Jingtang sent sixteen states to the Liao Dynasty. From then on, the Song Dynasty did not take it back one day in the next three hundred years.

Hui, as a general of the Song Dynasty, I always have the matter of taking back the sixteen states in my mind. However, I know that I will not be able to achieve it in my lifetime, so I leave this sword technique in the world. This sword technique is called: Youyun Bleak...

."After reading what was written in this book, Li Minghao felt a sense of sadness in his heart for some reason.

"Zhao Kuangyin, Emperor Taizu of the Song Dynasty, was wary of military generals because he was a military general. After that, he released his military power over a glass of wine. Military generals had no status in the Song Dynasty from then on. Although a dynasty that valued culture over military affairs could make cultural progress, many things could only be tolerated."

After writing the letter, Li Minghao closed his eyes and visualized the last move of Youyun's Sixteen Swordsman in his mind.

After an unknown amount of time, Li Minghao opened his eyes and smiled. The final blow was finally done.

Li Minghao was just about to get up when he suddenly found a person standing in front of him. This person was wearing a white robe. Li Minghao frowned and looked up. Hmm... it looked familiar. This was the Ziwu Yuanyang Yue, and

The canopy fan, Chi Youhuan hanging under the fan, played with it when he was a child, so this person must not have run away.

Li Minghao knelt on the ground: "Disciple Li Minghao, pay homage to Master."

"Get up." A cold voice came, and Li Minghao felt the hair on his body go up.

"Thank you, Master." Li Minghao stood up and stood opposite Master, lowering his head and not daring to look at Master.

"Now that you've finished your studies, come with me and see the world. You won't make any progress in this small mountain village."

"Huh?" Li Minghao's eyes lit up. Master is going to take him out. This is a good opportunity. "Thank you, Master!"

"Get ready to leave tomorrow." After saying that, the master disappeared.

"Hahahahaha, I can finally get out of this small mountain village, Oye!" After seeing the master leaving, Li Minghao finally couldn't control himself and laughed.
Chapter completed!