Ninth-level fairy

"What's your name, sir?" Du Fang asked relentlessly. He didn't want to miss the name of this benefactor.

"Don't call me Mr., my last name is Mo, Mo Qingfeng!"

Jinghai is thousands of miles away from here. Did he walk here alone on a horse?

But his expression didn't look like that at all. Du Fang could feel a very sharp sword energy coming from him. Although his clothes were tattered, the green light was faintly visible, and it was obvious at a glance that this man was extraordinary.

His benefactor didn't like the word "sir", so Du Fang directly called out: "Brother Mo, are you from Jinghai?"

"Brother Mo, hey, no one has ever called me brother. Little brother, do you have any relatives at home?" The middle-aged man named Mo Qingfeng had a faint smile on his face.

"I have an older brother who is still farming!" Du Fang answered honestly.

Mo Qingfeng's face finally showed a little surprise:

"You are a swordsman, and your elder brother is still farming?"

"Yes, in Lingxiao Sect, only those from the Qingling Tower can learn swordsmanship. My eldest brother has no talent and can only make a living by farming!"

"What is the Qingling Tower?" Mo Qingfeng asked.

"That's the talent of sword cultivators: purple, white, gold, and blue. I have the lowest talent, so I haven't entered the inner gate yet!"

"Are there so many rules and regulations for learning sword?" Mo Qingfeng finally laughed.

"Brother, you are also learning swordsmanship, right?"

Mo Qingfeng pulled the sword from his back, placed it in his hand, and said calmly: "I have been learning swordsmanship for more than three hundred years, but I still cannot comprehend the profound meaning of swordsmanship. This sword has been with me for nothing!"

His sword was very ordinary, so ordinary that it didn't even have a trace of divinity, and there was even rust on it.

It was like the most ordinary blacksmith making the most ordinary iron, almost like scrap iron, but Mo Qingfeng's expression was as if he was looking at his lover.

His eyes are full of love and care.

"Brother, don't you have such talent requirements for swordsmanship?"

"No, anyone can learn swordsmanship!"

Du Fang showed an envious look. Yes, in their Zhongzezhou, to enter the door of cultivation, without connections and resources, one must go through many tests before becoming a trained disciple.

But my eldest brother's place doesn't have so many requirements.

"Brother, are the sword cultivators in your place also divided into different realms?"

"Of course. In the world of swordsmanship, there are nine realms, from the first to the ninth. Only when you reach the ninth realm can you be considered an entry-level swordsman!"

Du Fang took a breath of cold air:

"The ninth realm is considered the entry level?" Du Fang was stunned when he heard this. In Zhongzezhou, the second realm is considered the entry level. Could it be that the realm of sword cultivation there is not quite the same as theirs?

Mo Qingfeng picked up the wine jug again, and the wine sparkled like stream water under the setting sun.

Du Fang glanced at his wine gourd.

Under the gourd, there was a jade-colored sign with four words on it, but they were not very clear.

"Do you want a sip too? You're still seriously injured and it's not good to drink!" He said it was not good, but the wine jug was already handed over.

Du Fang didn't drink, nor did he have the habit of drinking. The jade plaque with four words attracted him:

"Nine Palaces Sword Master!"

Du Fang recognized it at a glance, but seemed unable to believe it, so he took another closer look.

Really, really, these four big words are true.

Du Fang took a deep breath and his heart suddenly started beating wildly.

The weight of these four words is a supreme honor for every sword cultivator who has just entered the sect. It is the goal that they strive for throughout their lives. Du Fang often brags about it and always mentions these four words.

Even the Seventh Realm Wilderness Lord of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, who commands three states, is not qualified to enter the pavilion for a sword duel.

This Big Brother Mo in front of me, this Big Brother Mo...

Mo Qingfeng watched Du Fang stroking the jade token and smiled, "Do you like it? If you do, I'll give it to you!"

"Give it to me?"

Du Fang's voice began to tremble, and he couldn't control his body, shaking violently.

Mo Qingfeng took it off and stuffed it into his hand. He looked at the setting sun in the distance, sighed deeply, and said, "This Nine Prefectures Sword Master happened many years ago. At that time, I was young, sharp-minded, arrogant and unruly. I wanted to reach the top and trample all the masters under my feet..."

He sighed again, "Who knew that only after reaching the ninth level could one be considered to have entered the Dao of the Sword? The common sense of the Sword before that was ridiculous!"

Du Fang was about to speak when Mo Qingfeng suddenly patted the sand off his butt, stood up, and said:

"Let's go and watch a good show! It's about time!"

He went up and patted the skinny horse's head, tied the reins around its neck, and turned to head towards the sand slope.

The skinny horse looked at its master with a desolate look. Then it followed. They seemed to have experienced many hardships together. A single look, a single gesture, showed understanding.

Du Fang followed behind silently, without asking what was going on.

There was an inexplicable aura about this Brother Mo, as if everything he cherished in the world had long since passed away, leaving him alone to live in this desolate world.

Two people and a horse walked on the yellow sand under the setting sun.

The skinny horse suddenly neighed happily, rubbed Du Fang with its neck, and ran forward with all four hooves.

In the middle of the yellow sand is an abandoned river valley, and in the valley is an old horse trail.

Mo Qingfeng chose a high spot, sat on it, and said with a smile: "Here we come!"

As soon as the voice fell, the sound of camel bells was heard on the horse trail in the evening light.

The first thing that came out was a large banner with the characters "Longyuan" written in black ink on it! This banner was carried on the shoulders of a burly man, who sat on a black horse that was completely black and had an extraordinary handsome appearance.

A carriage was in the center, with four swordsmen in white scattered around it.

Behind the carriage were three mysterious men dressed in black and wearing bronze masks.

Du Fang was horrified. Could these be the top masters of the Longyuan Sword Sect that Uncle Xuanzhen had mentioned? The three men in black at the back were probably the legendary Five Realms Yama.

Du Fang kept nagging for a few days, and finally met the eight masters of Longyuan School.

The fairy flower that Uncle Xuanzhen wanted should be placed in the carriage.

The convoy came to a sudden halt in the valley. Du Fang was puzzled and asked in a low voice, "Why did they stop?"

"Waiting for someone!" Mo Qingfeng said lightly.

"Who are you waiting for?"

"Waiting for the robbers, there is a black coffin in the carriage, and inside the coffin is the fairy flower of this life!"

Suddenly startled, Du Fang asked, "Brother, are you here for this fairy flower too?"

"I guess so. This thing is a disaster. If it falls into the hands of someone with bad intentions, it will cause another catastrophe!"

Du Fang suddenly bit his lip. His elder brother also wanted this thing, as he was his savior, and his uncle also wanted this thing, as it was the key to his entry and becoming an inner disciple.

He is in a bit of a dilemma.

Mo Qingfeng pointed at the bumps on either side of the official road and said calmly, "This is their deadly ambush, waiting for those who want to steal the goods to fall into their trap. The headmaster of the Longyuan Sword Sect is also a ruthless person. He intends to eliminate all the masters who covet this immortal spirit."

A trace of fear suddenly arose in Du Fang's heart. The people from Longyuan Sword Sect stopped here just to wait for the fish to take the bait, and the mirror monster was coming with his senior sister Li Qingshuang.

Even my uncle Xuanzhen may appear.

In today's battle, does the Longyuan Sword Sect want to wipe out all the masters of cultivation who covet the Fairy Flower?

While he was thinking——

Suddenly, at the end of the official road, a purple fairy sword light came whistling from afar, and the sound of the sword whistling was overwhelming.

It was Li Qingshuang, dressed in purple, who was otherworldly and otherworldly.