Chapter 1, The Storm of Broken Blades.

Feng Potian exclaimed, "Ri Ku Gui!" It was only then that he realized, in order to deal with himself, the Ri Ku Gui, who had the highest martial arts skills among the six ghosts of Qin Tian, had been lurking by his side all along. No wonder the Boot-Hanging Ghost was so fearless. In a moment of distraction, he saw the silver dragon whip of the Soul-Entangling Ghost sweeping a curve of silver light towards his neck. Without much thought, he shouted and fought with the Soul-Entangling Ghost.

Xu Moyang saw that Xiao Xian had indeed not wasted his years of careful teaching, and he was also delighted in his heart. Seeing that Xiao Xian wanted to speak but hesitated, he spoke up, saying, "What else have you noticed? You might as well say it all."

The man fanned the folding fan lightly, appearing extremely leisurely. He confidently said to Chan Hun Gui, "If you, Hu Lao Liu, can't control your temper, then first challenge Mei Yun, the Right Envoy. I will take care of dealing with you, ensuring that no one will escape." Judging from his tone, it seemed that he had full confidence and did not regard Feng Po Tian and Xu Mo Yang as important.

You must not go back on your word. The boy cheered and clapped his hands, looking as if he had everything under control, with a confident and assured expression, as if he could guess the outcome accurately.

Feng Potian sent someone to take a look, and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. This Yang the Blacksmith had a tiger's back and a bear's waist, broad shoulders and a wide chest, with eyebrows flying into his temples and eyes shining like stars, looking extremely majestic. The two large baskets were filled with stones, each weighing hundreds of pounds, but he lifted them effortlessly, showing remarkable martial arts skills. Although he appeared to be in his forties, he was still in his prime, but there were already some gray hairs on his temples.

Not to mention, if these two really want to capture Xiaoxian and meet the Lord of the Qintian Fortress, I cannot stand idly by no matter what.

Feng Potian pointed at Mu and said, "A great teacher produces outstanding students. Young Master Yang has such remarkable abilities at such a young age, and his future is boundless."

Feng Potian heard Xiao Xian's words and his heart was filled with suspicion. Mei Yun taught Qing Xie's left envoy Deng Gong and the protectors Fei Qinghai and Hong Tianyang all used long swords. Lei Mushi used a copper man with one leg, Jing Ke used a single knife, and the only woman, Yi Na, was skilled in using poison and usually fought empty-handed. ... It was impossible to guess who the owner of the broken sword was, but if it was an ordinary disciple of Mei Yun, it would be difficult for them to have the opportunity to enter the temple alone and come into contact with the treasure sword... Feng Potian was lost in thought and found it difficult to make a decision.

"Why don't you know how to do it?" Xiao Xian said proudly, "Since I have benefited from my uncle, I must show off my skills to deserve it."

The person behind the house burst into laughter: "This little doll speaks so amusingly. If we offer him to the lord of the castle, we will surely win his favor."

The man in black couldn't help but burst into laughter when he saw Xiao Xian acting like a little adult. He also made a polite bow and said, "Brother Yang, you have invited me. I am Feng Potian, the envoy of the Mei Yun sect in western Yunnan, who never changes his name or surname."

After listening to Feng Potian's explanation of his origins, Xu Moyang pondered for a while. He knew that this place was within the sphere of influence of the Meiyun Sect. If he did not agree to help Feng Potian receive the "Yue Feng" treasure sword, things would not end well. Moreover, he also needed to ask Feng Potian for some information. So he spoke up, "To be honest with you, Brother Feng, I am hiding here to avoid being hunted down by my enemies. I can help you receive the sword, but I only ask that you do not reveal my whereabouts." He still couldn't be sure of Feng Potian's true intentions, but he thought it best to use words to stabilize him for now and find another place later.

"Qiang" a sound, Feng Potian drew his sword and said, "The Six Ghosts of Qintian are all unspeakable things. If you have a grudge against the Meiyun Sect and come for me, why bother with the children? Besides, I have just met Brother Yang, there's no need to involve him in this. Feng Potian, the Right Envoy of the Meiyun Sect, although feeling uneasy as the opponent silently followed him all the way, remained fearless in the face of a formidable enemy. He even spoke up to exonerate Xu Muyang and Xiao Xian, thinking that the opponent was just two people. Even if he couldn't defeat them, relying on his swordsmanship and the extraordinary speed of the Fire Cloud Steed, he could at least escape unscathed. Although feeling uneasy as the opponent silently followed him all the way, he remained fearless in the face of a formidable enemy. He even spoke up to exonerate Xu Muyang and Xiao Xian, thinking that the opponent was just two people. Even if he couldn't defeat them, relying on his swordsmanship and the extraordinary speed of the Fire Cloud Steed, he could at least escape unscathed.

The voice behind him laughed again, saying, "Haha, this little kid doesn't know the severity of the situation. Hu Laoliu's Dragon Scale is specifically designed to take lives."

The boy was slightly disappointed when he saw the newcomer was not a peddler. However, upon noticing the weapons the person carried, he did not appear panicked. Instead, he looked at the newcomer with great interest, observing them from head to toe.

Not bad, this is indeed Qingshui Town. The boy smiled and waved his hand playfully before the man in black could ask again, "Don't be in a hurry to ask me, let me guess what you are here for first."

The ghost in boots shakes its head and sways its body: "Brother Feng wants to know, but I deliberately won't tell you, making you a confused ghost on the road to the underworld."

How clever Xiaoxian is, seeing a faint smile in Xu Moyang's eyebrows and eyes, knowing that he appears tough but is actually soft-hearted, finally revealing his mischievous nature: "Of course, you should praise me in front of guests, so that Dad can save face. It wouldn't do for the two of us to praise each other at home, it would be ridiculous."

The boy looked bewildered when he saw the man in black, but then he became very proud and burst into laughter. He said in a crisp childish voice, "Because this is a broken sword!"

Xu Moyang nodded and said, "But I wonder who told Brother Feng about my name?" This question is crucial. It is known that he has been living in seclusion here for many years, occasionally going to Xuyong City dozens of miles away to purchase household items. Few people know where he stays. If Feng Potian cannot provide him with a reasonable explanation, it will naturally be difficult to dispel his suspicions.

Feng Potian slowly said: "I heard from Xuan Lao, the leader of the Pear Blossom Society, about Brother Yang's name. Brother Yang should know that I am not speaking without basis."

Feng Potian was half-believing and half-doubting towards Xiao Xian's words, but he also took them seriously. When he thought about the internal conflicts within his own sect and his position as the second-in-command to the leader of the Red Snake Sect, Mei Yun, he had no clue about the traitor within the sect. Instead, he had to rely on a child's words to suspect and doubt everything, which made him feel disheartened. He let out a long sigh and was about to speak when he suddenly saw Xu Moyang's face change and asked, "Who are you?" It was then that he realized that something was amiss.

Feng Potian saw people constantly greeting Xiaoxian along the way, with a very familiar attitude. It seemed that this little ghost was indeed a local, and the last trace of doubt finally dispersed. He held a high position in the Meiyun Sect, and naturally knew how to win people's hearts. At this moment, he put away his worries, presented a smile, and seemed to visit friends without arousing any suspicion from others.

Xiao Xian smiled and said, "I am not arrogant. I usually don't have many opportunities to practice, but now that I have this broken sword, let me hone my skills more." Children's minds are fickle, and at this moment, he was determined to try to connect the treasure sword, forgetting about riding the horse.

Xu Moyang saw Feng Potian frowning and consoled, "Children speak without restraint, Brother Feng, don't be upset about this. Perhaps he misunderstood."

Qingshui Town is located at the foot of the Yanping Mountain in the south of Xuyong City, at the junction of southern Sichuan and northern Yunnan. The name "Yanping" comes from the fact that the mountains here are mostly short and scattered, but adjacent to each other with a distance of only a few zhang.

Feng Potian saw Xu Moyang agree to pick up the treasured sword, and he was fully confident. He was overjoyed and promised with a full mouth, "Brother Yang, rest assured that I haven't told anyone about your whereabouts here, and I won't mention it in the future."

Feng Potian and Chan Hun Gui were originally in a state of readiness to attack each other. They were waiting for an opportunity to strike at each other's weaknesses. However, when they heard Xiao Xian's nonsensical words, they couldn't help but laugh and lost their intention to attack for a moment.

The man in black showed great agility as he leaped, unlike an ordinary child. It was evident that he possessed martial arts skills, and his mind was filled with confusion. He was a prominent figure in the martial arts world. Failing to hit his target with a single strike, he knew that this child was not an ordinary opponent. With a deep voice, he asked, "How do you know this is a broken sword?" His voice turned cold, "If you don't want me to capture you and interrogate you, you better answer me obediently."

The old man nodded slightly and said, "This weapon is called the Silver Dragon Whip, it is my unique weapon."

Xu Moyang spat and said, "How dare you say that? That day I asked you to polish a pair of scissors, and it cost me over ten jin of pig iron."

Under the old tree in Zhenkou, there was a pool of shade. A boy who appeared to be only twelve or thirteen years old lay under the tree, chewing on a half piece of grass root. He tilted his head and looked at the sky, motionless, as if he was listening to the sound of cicadas, or perhaps contemplating something.

Little Xian doesn't take the reins, and winks at Feng Potian, saying, "I can't leave first, otherwise who will repair your precious sword?"

The man was dressed in all black, appearing to be in his early thirties. He had an ordinary and unremarkable appearance, but there was a hidden aura of menace in his eyes. He carried no other belongings, except for two sheathed long knives hanging from his waist on either side.

It turned out that the six demons of the Qintian Hexagram each had their own names, namely: Riku, Yeti, Suoshen, Miehen, Diaoxue, and Chan Hun. Although Feng Potian had never met them face to face, Qintian Fort was a great enemy of the Meiyun Sect, and naturally knew the strengths and weaknesses of the other side. Upon seeing the Silver Dragon Whip, he knew that the old man surnamed Hu was the last-ranked Chan Hun demon among the Qintian Hexagram. He was originally a notorious thief in the Huguang area, and was recruited by the Dragon Judge a few years ago. Due to his soft and continuous whip technique, he was named Chan Hun. Although Feng Potian had never met him face to face, Qintian Fort was a great enemy of the Meiyun Sect, and naturally knew the strengths and weaknesses of the other side. Upon seeing the Silver Dragon Whip, he knew that the old man surnamed Hu was the last-ranked Chan Hun demon among the Qintian Hexagram. He was originally a notorious thief in the Huguang area, and was recruited by the Dragon Judge a few years ago. Due to his soft and continuous whip technique, he was named Chan Hun. As for the fact that the other party could follow him here without leaving any traces, it was speculated that the other person should be the best tracker among the Qintian Hexagram, the Diaoxue demon.

To know that both the "Record of the God of Soldiers" and the "Treasure Book of Destiny" are invaluable secret books, although they are not related to martial arts techniques, they actually contain extremely profound and extensive principles. Among them, the "Treasure Book of Destiny" is even more verbose and obscure in content. If one does not have great wisdom and intelligence to integrate the knowledge of the book, it is easy to fall into the evil path by simply understanding it literally. Even ordinary people may not be able to understand it in their lifetime. The so-called "strong soldiers will perish, strong wood will break", such profound and mysterious studies, if practiced with single-minded devotion, it would be against the Taoist philosophy of simplicity and inaction. Without the opportunity, it may not bear fruit. This is also the painstaking effort that the master of skill and clumsiness did not leave behind the "Treasure Book of Destiny" in the past. Moreover, it is even more difficult to achieve great success by practicing both the "Record of the God of Soldiers" and the "Treasure Book of Destiny". This is also the painstaking effort that the master of skill and clumsiness did not leave behind the "Treasure Book of Destiny" in the past. Moreover, it is even more difficult to achieve great success by practicing both the "Record of the God of Soldiers" and the "Treasure Book of Destiny".

The boy Xiaoxian was unintentionally adopted by him six years ago and was named Jingxian, which means being connected to the stolen sky bow and the changing day arrow. However, Xiaoxian lost his previous memories due to a sudden change in his childhood. Xu Moyang pitied his background and, since there was nothing to do in the mountains and wilderness, carefully taught him everything he had learned, but never mentioned his background to Xiaoxian. Xiaoxian always thought that he was Xu Moyang's legitimate biological child. However, Xiaoxian lost his previous memories due to a sudden change in his childhood. Xu Moyang pitied his background and, since there was nothing to do in the mountains and wilderness, carefully taught him everything he had learned, but never mentioned his background to Xiaoxian. Xiaoxian always thought that he was Xu Moyang's legitimate biological child.

Little Xian, you are not allowed to touch that horse. The blacksmith Yang sternly glanced at Little Xian, seeing him pouting and stepping aside. Then he said to Feng Potian in a serious tone, "Brother, you must have mistaken me for someone else. I am just a wild man from a mountain village, usually only repairing plows and harrows for the villagers, and mending pots and pans. Where would I have the unparalleled skill of metallurgy? It seems that Brother Feng has come here in vain."

Don't be impatient. I know... " The boy emphasized his tone and slowly said, word by word, "You are here to find Yang the Blacksmith!"

However, the founding leader of the Meiyun Sect, Lu Yu, was a prominent figure in the martial arts world decades ago, wielding the formidable "Meiyun Palm Technique" to dominate the martial arts community. However, due to a falling out with Long, the chief of the six major evil sects, he established the Meiyun Sect in the eastern part of Yunnan, creating a standoff with the Qintian Stronghold of Long, the chief of the eastern Sichuan, with one in the south and the other in the north.

Great! In the world of rivers and lakes, one's words must be kept. You must keep your promise! Little Xian was overjoyed and ran forward happily. But then he stopped and turned around, bowing with a cupped hand: "May I ask for the honorable hero's full name?"

Feng Potian found Xiaoxian's words interesting and laughed heartily: "You are still young, so it's better not to touch such dangerous weapons like knives and swords for now."

Little Xian smiled and said, "In that case, let's all be harmonious. My father has always been kind-hearted, maybe he can even give you some clothes."

The ghost with boots squinted at Xiao Xian and chuckled, "I'll send you to the castle lord. As long as you can amuse him, there will be many rewards and you won't be poor anymore."

Feng Potian coldly snorted: "Why do you need to secretly break the Divine Sword? If you have the ability, come at me openly and see if I'm afraid of you."

The shock caused by the man in black is not to be underestimated. This knife is of great importance. If news of the broken knife spreads in the martial arts world, it will surely cause a huge uproar. The reason he went through so much trouble to come here is because he heard that the Yang family blacksmith is extremely skilled in swordsmithing and knife forging. He wanted to secretly obtain this broken knife without anyone noticing. Who would have expected that as soon as he entered the town, this boy saw through his intentions. In a moment of impatience, he struck out with his palm, intending to capture the boy and interrogate him. The reason he went through so much trouble to come here is because he heard that the Yang family blacksmith is extremely skilled in swordsmithing and knife forging. He wanted to secretly obtain this broken knife without anyone noticing. Who would have expected that as soon as he entered the town, this boy saw through his intentions. In a moment of impatience, he struck out with his palm, intending to capture the boy and interrogate him.

Xu Moyang pretended to be angry: "With guests present, it's surprising that you can utter such self-praising words. You have completely tarnished Father's reputation."

Feng Potian shouted, "What is your purpose for following me here?"

These are all the greatest explorations of mental potential. In addition, when combined with the "Book of Destiny," they unexpectedly cultivate Xiao Xian's sharp and quick mind, keen insight into things, adept utilization of the environment, optimistic and insightful understanding of the world, and a kind of insightful enlightenment in martial arts.

The gaze of the black-clad man shifted towards his right waist. Although he wore two knives, their shapes were different. The knife hanging on the left side was plain and ordinary, about three feet long, just a common horse knife commonly seen in the martial world. On the other hand, the scabbard hanging on the right waist was as long as five feet, with a gold border on the mouth, a pure black handle, and several bright pearls embellished on it, appearing quite luxurious. However, despite the eye-catching appearance of this scabbard, it was just a scabbard. Although he wore two knives, their shapes were different. The knife hanging on the left side was plain and ordinary, about three feet long, just a common horse knife commonly seen in the martial world. On the other hand, the scabbard hanging on the right waist was as long as five feet, with a gold border on the mouth, a pure black handle, and several bright pearls embellished on it, appearing quite luxurious. However, despite the eye-catching appearance of this scabbard, it was just a scabbard. The black-clad man looked for a while, still unable to understand how the boy could discern something from this scabbard alone.

Six years ago, there was an internal conflict within the Meiyun Sect. The couple Lu Yu were secretly killed by their subordinates, and their only young son also went missing. The position of sect leader was then taken over by their nephew, Lu Wenyuan.

At this moment, when Feng Potian mentioned Xuan Laoda's name, Xu Moyang didn't know the reason behind it. He blamed Xuan Laoda for revealing his whereabouts, but he couldn't refuse. He said, "Since that's the case, Brother Feng, please wait a moment. I will make up for it. I don't need your gratitude, but please don't mention my name if someone asks about it in the future."

Xiao Xian led Feng Potian through the market town and headed straight west towards the town. Although Qing Shui Town is small, it has few residents and spacious roads. Even when the Fire Cloud Steed walked leisurely, there was no crowding. However, outsiders are rare in the small town, and it is even rarer to see such a magnificent horse, which naturally attracted the admiration of the surrounding residents.

Little Xian was a little afraid, hiding behind Xu Muyang. But seeing his father's stern and mighty demeanor, he calmed down and peeked out from behind Xu Muyang, making a face at the Boot Ghost, "You keep talking about sending me to some castle lord, but have you asked if I agree?"

Little Xian retorted: "How could I have caused trouble? Everyone in the town says I am well-behaved and obedient. They even say that my father disciplines me well in private..."

Little Xian saw the old man in a harmonious manner, and the silver dragon whip danced beautifully, completely forgetting the danger. Curiously, he asked, "Are those dragon scales attached to it? Can I take a look?"

That Yuefeng's treasured sword can cut through gold and iron, and it is inherently extremely strong. However, it was silently broken by someone, undoubtedly by a master. Feng Potian knew it would be difficult to find any clues, but ultimately he couldn't escape blame. He had no choice but to secretly investigate while pondering how to respond. He thought that at this point, the best strategy would be to secretly repair the treasured sword without anyone knowing. He was afraid that news of the broken sword would leak out, so he didn't dare to find someone nearby to repair it. It just so happened that he heard about Yang the blacksmith's ironworking skills through a fortunate coincidence. Thus, he hurried day and night to arrive at the small town of Qingshui in the Yinging Mountain area. He thought that at this point, the best strategy would be to secretly repair the treasured sword without anyone knowing. He was afraid that news of the broken sword would leak out, so he didn't dare to find someone nearby to repair it. It just so happened that he heard about Yang the blacksmith's ironworking skills through a fortunate coincidence. Thus, he hurried day and night to arrive at the small town of Qingshui in the Yinging Mountain area.

小弦压低声音对冯破天道 : "You must not mention the bet we made. My father forbids me from showing off everywhere." Seeing the panic on his face, it seems that he often makes bets with others and has suffered a lot because of it.

Who are you? The more the person in black thought about it, the more frightened they became. Their face grew colder. If it weren't for their vigilance in scanning the surroundings and finding no ambush, they would have thought they had fallen into a well-laid trap.

Xu Moyang was secretly frightened. Just now, he followed the sound and looked around the woods, but he couldn't find any trace of the old man. Seeing that he was so tall, he didn't know where he was hiding just now. And at this moment, he suddenly appeared from under his eyelids, showing that he was not an ordinary person. Judging from his tone of voice, it was natural that Yue Feng's treasure knife was broken in his hands, and he was naturally Feng Potian's opponent. Although he didn't want to get involved in the martial arts dispute, since he had promised Feng Potian to take over the knife, he couldn't stay out of it in terms of reason and emotion. Moreover, there was still someone hiding in the dark behind the house. If he had similar martial arts skills to the old man, it would be difficult to deal with.

The sword is the king of a hundred weapons, with great power and versatility. Its technique is simple yet hides great skill, making it effective for chopping and cutting, surpassing even brute strength... Xiao Xian carefully examined the sword and muttered to himself, "The break in the blade is in the first half foot of the handle, where it is flat and thick without a ridge. If it were to be broken during use, it would be difficult to break at this point, indicating that it was likely broken by a heavy blow." Xiao Xian had studied the "Divine Record of Casting Soldiers" for years and took this opportunity to show off his knowledge, impressing Feng Potian.

This seems a bit off... Xiao Xian scratched his head and looked at Feng Potian with an expectant expression. Summoning up his courage, he said, "From the break, it seems that there was a heavy weapon, but those who use such weapons usually exert their full strength without holding back, which seems inconsistent with his style. Judging from the way he retains strength and hooks back when his strength is about to be exhausted, it seems that he is accustomed to using soft weapons such as ropes, hooks, and meteor hammers..." Judging from the way he retains strength and hooks back when his strength is about to be exhausted, it seems that he is accustomed to using soft weapons such as ropes, hooks, and meteor hammers...

Feng Potian respectfully said, "I was introduced here by a friend. He said that Brother Yang's metallurgical skills are unparalleled in the world. Any damaged weapon in Brother Yang's hands can be restored to its original state, so I have come to disturb you."