One Person: Revitalize the Sword Sect, Start with the Sword Challenge of the Ten Lords

Feng Baobao rubbed his eyes and walked to the living room sleepily. Seeing three people busy together, he asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

Xu Si slapped his forehead, realizing his oversight. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry. My memory is so bad. We need to leave quickly. I'll book the tickets right away!"

Zhang Chulan shook his head and laughed, "Fourth brother, your memory is unparalleled. How could you forget Sister Baoer?"

Feng Baobao scratched his head with a dazed expression.

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Biyou Village, from the outside, is an ordinary village, but the people in the village have different hidden identities, but they are not well known to outsiders, and they live a very ordinary life.

Ma Xianhong, the village chief of Biyou Village, was standing at the entrance of the village waiting for the planned personnel to arrive.

Not long after, Zhuge Qing arrived with a suitcase. Although Ma Xianhong was not familiar with him, he still welcomed him warmly. Ma Xianhong arranged accommodation for Zhuge Qing, and soon it was already evening.

At the dinner table, the candlelight flickered, and the shadows of the two people swayed gently on the wall, creating a particularly warm atmosphere.

"Brother Zhuge, can I ask you a question?" Ma Xianhong put down his chopsticks and looked at him sincerely.

"Just say it." Zhuge Qing smiled slightly, with wisdom shining in his eyes.

"Brother Zhuge, what do you think is the purpose of cultivation?" Ma Xianhong took a sip of tea and said slowly.

"Practice is nothing more than finding oneself in this world, being detached from material things, yet remaining close to the world." Zhuge Qing's words were profound, as if he could see into people's hearts.

As the night progressed, the two of them had more and more interesting topics to talk about.

Outside the window, the moonlight was like water, which seemed to add a bit of mystery to the conversation.

“By the way, I will take you to visit the village tomorrow. You will find that it is far more wonderful than outsiders imagine.” Ma Xianhong’s face was full of pride in the village.

"I'm looking forward to it." There was a hint of curiosity in Zhuge Qing's smile.

The next morning, the sun shone through the mist and onto the green fields.

Ma Xianhong led Zhuge Qing through the village. Wherever they went, there were villagers who greeted them warmly. Zhuge Qing was quite surprised by the simplicity and harmony.

"Look, every house in this village contains unknown secrets, and every villager is a master with unique skills." Ma Xianhong said proudly.

"This is indeed an interesting place." Zhuge Qing nodded, his eyes falling on an old man who was practicing sword. His sword skills were exquisite and obviously extraordinary.

Just then, a child came running over holding a wounded bird and hurriedly said to Ma Xianhong, "Village Chief, the bird is injured. Can you help it?"

Ma Xianhong squatted down, gently took the bird, turned to Zhuge Qing and said with a smile: "This is also part of our village, respect and love for life."

Zhuge Qing smiled and nodded, secretly admiring in his heart that this village not only hides power, but also contains deep human touch.

"Brother Zhuge, I want to know, with your wisdom, can you see the future path of the village?" Ma Xianhong suddenly asked.

Zhuge Qing pondered for a moment and said, "The path lies within everyone. The future of Biyou Village may lie in balancing the external chaos with inner peace."

"That's right." Ma Xianhong nodded approvingly. "We must not only protect this secret, but also make this place a spiritual home for all."

Zhuge Qing didn't say anything else, just smiled knowingly.

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Early in the morning, in a dilapidated thatched hut in the northeast of Biyou Village, Maoshan Taoist Zhao Guizhen was constantly engraving Maoshan talismans. At the same time, a medicine jar was boiling next to him, and he only had one medicine ingredient, which was the heart of a young child.

Originally, he wanted to find a child in his own village, but then he thought that with Village Chief Ma there, he might not succeed, so he put down the talisman in his hand and began to go to the neighboring village to screen targets.

Zhao Guizhen's figure was hidden in the morning mist as he set foot on the path leading to the neighboring village.

His heart was filled with conflict and determination, and this contradictory emotion was faintly visible on his face.

Soon, he arrived at the neighboring village and scanned every child, looking for the key person who would allow him to complete the ritual.

In the village, children are playing in the morning light, and their laughter fills the alleys.

Zhao Guizhen deliberately approached, pretending to be a kind old man, trying to get close to an innocent child named Xiaobao.

"Xiaobao, grandpa has a fun candy here. Do you want it?" Zhao Guizhen asked in a gentle voice, with a candy of attractive color hidden in his palm.

Xiaobao looked at Zhao Guizhen in confusion. Before he could answer, a group of children nearby gathered around and looked at him curiously.

"Huh? A strange grandpa," Xiaoling, one of the older children, asked warily, with a hint of distrust in her eyes.

Zhao Guizhen's heart tightened, and he responded quickly: "Oh, I came to see Doctor Li in your village, and I brought some small gifts for the children."

The children looked at each other, Xiaoling was half-believing and half-doubting, when a voice interrupted their conversation: "What are you doing? It's so noisy?" It turned out to be Doctor Li from the village, a respected old man. His appearance forced Zhao Guizhen to concentrate his thoughts.

"Doctor Li, this Grandpa Zhao said he came to see you." Xiaoling said quickly.

Doctor Li looked at Zhao Guizhen and said with a smile, "Master Zhao, what can I do for you?"

Zhao Guizhen's plan was disrupted, and he could only make up a lie: "I have some urgent medicinal formulas that I need to consult you about, but it seems that you are very busy, so I will come back another day."

Xiaobao and the other children watched Zhao Guizhen leave, feeling strangely relieved. Xiaoling whispered to Doctor Li, "Grandpa Li, I think Grandpa Zhao is weird."

Doctor Li smiled and nodded, a hint of vigilance flashing in his eyes: "Thank you Xiaoling for your reminder, I will pay attention to it."

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Ye Lin closed his eyes and concentrated, taking a deep breath. The air in the room seemed to fluctuate.

He felt the dormant power within him gradually awaken, like a beast slowly opening its lazy eyes after hibernation. As the last trace of the residual influence of the fallen flowers and grass was completely eliminated, Ye Lin felt that his power was more powerful and pure than before.

As Ye Lin focused his mind, the airflow in his body began to converge like streams into rivers, surging and surging.

The little golden dragon seemed to feel the call of its master, and it soared into the air from his dantian, shining with golden light. The dragon's roar was faint but piercing the soul.

It circled around Ye Lin, and every time it swung its tail, it resonated with Ye Lin's meridians, as if guiding the flow of air in his body to make it smoother.

"Little guy, it seems you can't wait to grow up."

Ye Lin smiled softly, his eyes full of doting.

The little golden dragon seemed to understand human words and circled in front of him as if in response. The tip of its tail gently touched Ye Lin's palm. A warm and powerful energy flowed into Ye Lin's body, and his meridians seemed to become wider at this moment.