Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

Chengfeng sighed and said nothing more. He walked to the long boulder, squatted down, grabbed both sides of the boulder with his hands, and lifted it up suddenly.

He did not stop, but continued to shout, using both hands to lift the thousand-pound boulder above his head.

"Great! It really is divine power." The old man and the man in brocade clothes were moved at the same time and shouted "good luck".

Chengfeng slowly put the boulder down, dusted off his hands, and bowed to the two of them: "Excuse me!"

The old man laughed and said, "Not bad! You are born with supernatural powers. With such supernatural powers, you don't have to be afraid of the mandrill. It seems that you are really new to your hometown and have no experience."

After that, the old man waved to Chengfeng and said, "My dear, please come to my home and have a chat. I may be able to cure your illness."

The man in brocade clothes looked at the old man suspiciously.

The old man winked at him and took Chengfeng's hand and walked towards the yard.

Chengfeng did not refuse the old man's invitation. His words touched the softest part of Chengfeng's heart.

The reason for running away from home was to cure the strange illness.

I have consulted many doctors before, but no one dared to say that they could cure this disease. They just said they would try it.

In Chengfeng's opinion, even if he could find the miraculous doctor Hua Tuo, there was no guarantee that the disease could be cured.

Now that the old man said he could cure the disease, it was like a timely spring rain, which made Chengfeng overjoyed.

The old man's residence is a quadrangle courtyard with a room in each of the east, south, west and north sides of the courtyard.

The room on the north side is obviously more than twice as large as the other rooms.

In the sunlight, the old wall looks even more mottled.

The yard was overgrown with weeds, and the weeds rustled in the breeze.

Only one corner in the north is relatively clean, as if it is a piece of pure land in this wasteland.

The old man took Chengfeng into the north room, which was quite spacious.

In the middle of the room, there is an altar for incense and burning incense.

Seeing this offering, Chengfeng couldn't help but be slightly stunned, his eyes full of surprise.

On the altar covered with incense ash, what is enshrined is not the gods and gods in the temple, but a shining green sword.

The hilt of the long sword was facing downwards, inserted into a sandalwood box, with the tip of the sword facing upwards, emitting a hazy green glow and shining brightly.

The blade of the sword seemed to contain a mysterious power, filling the entire room with a frosty and murderous atmosphere.

In front of the long sword, there was an inconspicuous tablet with three small words "Yun Feizi" written on it.

There were four chairs in the room. The old man motioned Chengfeng to sit down, and then said a few words in the ear of the man in brocade clothes.

The man in brocade clothes looked at Chengfeng in astonishment, nodded, and walked out of the house.

After sitting down, the old man looked at Chengfeng with a smile but said nothing.

Chengfeng was a little puzzled and was about to speak when a man in brocade clothes came in with a teapot and some teacups.

After pouring a cup of tea for the old man and Chengfeng respectively, he turned to Chengfeng with a hint of pride in his words.

"Little brother, your fortune has come. My master Xuanjizi wants to accept you as his last disciple. You must seize the opportunity."

The man in brocade clothes cleared his throat and continued, "Master once dominated the world and no one could defeat him."

"I saw today that you have good aptitude, so I want to take you in as my disciple. What do you think?"

"Accept me as your disciple?" Chengfeng was stunned, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

I never expected that this old man invited me here to take him as his disciple.

Chengfeng has lived in the countryside for a long time and knows very little about the martial arts world and its senior masters.

Although there are one or two legendary figures that I have heard of.

But who is this Xuanjizi? What kind of person is he? I have no idea.

"Is this..."

Chengfeng hesitated for a moment, and swallowed the words back when they were about to come out of his mouth.

The man in brocade clothes did not let him finish his words, and continued: "Little brother, the master can not only teach you the invincible swordsmanship and superb spearmanship, but also cure your strange disease."

"With your natural divine power, you will definitely be better than me, the Silver Snake Sword King Yue, in the future. Little brother, I advise you to seize the opportunity and become my disciple as soon as possible."

"You...you are Wang Yue? Are you the senior Wang Yue who is famous in the capital and known as the 'world's number one swordsman'?"

There was a hint of shock in Chengfeng's voice that was hard to conceal.

The name Wang Yue was one of the several legendary figures he knew.

Wang Yue's name is not only known in the streets of the capital.

Even in the remote countryside, there are various legends about this mysterious swordsman.

Mentioning Wang Yue, he is almost a symbol of an era.

His swordsmanship is said to rank first on the list of swordsmen of the Three Kingdoms.

When the sword is struck, the wind and clouds change color, and no one can defeat it.

The Silver Snake Sword in his hand is the coveted sword of all swordsmen in the world and is known as "the best sword in the world."

It is said that he was Cao Pi's master from a different generation and taught Cao Pi the exquisite swordsmanship.

At this moment, the legendary swordsman was standing in front of him, and Chengfeng's face was full of shock.

Seeing Chengfeng's reaction, Wang Yue nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, I am Wang Yue. Little brother, all my sword skills are learned from my master Xuanjizi."

After a pause, he continued, "Master is a true sword master. If you accept his teachings, you will definitely achieve success in swordsmanship. You will be able to conquer the world and be successful wherever you go."

After hearing Wang Yue's words, Chengfeng was secretly shocked.

Wang Yue has already become a saint and is invincible in swordsmanship. What kind of terrifying person is his master Xuanjizi?

Once upon a time, I also fantasized about becoming a martial arts master who traveled the world with a sword and dominated the world.

That palm move that descended from the sky and that sound of piano playing like falling flowers and leaves, all of them are deeply rooted in my heart.

But the poor and remote place where he lived was hard to see even ordinary martial artists, not to mention a legendary figure like Wang Yue.

Now, a sword master who is more mysterious and ancient than Wang Yue has appeared and accepted him as his apprentice. Moreover, the old man can also cure his strange disease.

This good fortune came too suddenly and I was not prepared at all.

Chengfeng was a little dazed and hesitated for a moment, but ultimately didn't think too much about it.

With a "plop", Chengfeng knelt in front of Xuanjizi.

"Song Wei and Song Chengfeng from Yeyi are here to meet Master Xuanjizi and ask you to accept me as your junior."

Xuanjizi laughed loudly and quickly reached out to help him up.

"Good disciple! Get up quickly. Follow me and practice hard. With your aptitude, you will definitely surpass me and reach the realm of sword immortal. There is finally hope for my lineage."

After hearing this, Wang Yue was shocked and could hardly believe his ears.

He looked Chengfeng up and down, his eyes full of surprise and disbelief.

"Master! Can Junior Brother Chengfeng reach that legendary realm?"

Xuanjizi stroked his beard and looked at Wang Yue meaningfully.

"My disciple Wang Yue, don't be jealous. It's not that I don't want to teach you. Teaching you would harm you."

"That kind of magic will backfire on you, causing you to go insane and become a useless person."

"You and I don't have the talent. Even your teacher can't reach that level. Don't force it."