Yan Xing's sword is named "Duan Shui", but this name was not given by him.
He felt that a knife was just a knife and did not need to have a name.
This name was given to him by the world.
That year, not long after Yan Xing left the mountain gate, he saw the majestic Wei River rushing through the wilderness of Donglu. He was so lucky that he followed the river. His aura rose steadily along the way, and when he reached the middle reaches of the river, he entered the realm of Hinayana.
He broke through too easily and his aura was too strong, which made an elder who met him very unhappy.
The elder of Baopu Sect asked his servants to put down the sedan chair, and stepped out of it condescendingly, and lectured Yan Xing across the river, "Whose young man are you? You are so rude and disrespectful. Why don't you keep your composure when meeting a senior? You will not be able to go far in cultivation if you are so arrogant! You must know that 'drawing a sword to cut the water will make it flow faster', and 'the road to heaven is long like a muddy road, and no one can cross the suffering'. Young people nowadays! Just because they have a little power, they think they can do anything. They will always fall in the future!"
These words sounded like a warning from an elder, but they were filled with curses and resentment.
Yan Xing thought, this doesn’t make sense. There is a river between us, so even if my aura is exposed it can’t hit you, not to mention that your realm is slightly higher than mine.
This person neither taught him nor raised him, but now he is teaching him like an elder.
This reminded him of what his master had said.
"Not all people with high cultivation and long life have the demeanor of senior masters. There are always some people who, the stronger they are, the more arrogant they are. The longer they live, the more afraid they are of death. Such people hate to see young people showing off their talents the most, because it will make them feel embarrassed and frustrated that they are no longer in their prime."
Then he looked at him and sighed, "I encountered this kind of person a lot when I was young. Among my three disciples, you are the most like me. You will inevitably encounter this kind of person in the future. When the time comes, remember to beat him if you can, but make him angry to death if you can't."
Finally, the Sword Master concluded, "Young people should always show their edge."
It's a pity that Duan Chongxuan hasn't entered the sect yet, otherwise he would be able to anger the other party to death with just a few words.
Yan Xing was very young at that time, but he also had his own way.
Since you are a young man, if you don’t like it, you should draw your sword.
Yan Xing drew his sword and slashed straight away!
The one being beheaded was not the person on the other side of the river, but the surging Wei River!
Three thousand huge waves rise from the ground!
The true energy of the people on the other side of the river burst out, colliding with the huge waves above the river bank!
The water rushed up to the sky and continued all day. It was like a heavy rain on both sides of the river!
Many people were attracted to the wasteland, but people could only watch the battle in the Hinayana realm from afar.
When the river water receded again, those people were shocked to find that the Wei River's course had been cut off and split into two paths.
The young man's sword had been sheathed, his clothes were completely wet by the river water, and his black hair on his forehead was dripping with water.
At this time, people looking at him would not feel how embarrassed he was, but instead felt infinitely happy in their hearts.
"Master Wei Jingfeng."
This sentence is to answer the other party's previous question, "Whose family are you from?"
"What's this about 'drawing a sword to cut off the water, the water will flow'? I don't understand that."
What I want to say is, I will show you the answer.
No one knows what happens next to this rumor, because the story up to this point is already exciting enough to make a strong young man famous.
He cut off the Wei River with one stroke of his sword.
Let a river divert its course.
So his sword was called "Break the Water".
Such a person dared to draw his sword and cut the water when facing the elder of Baopu Sect who was half a step away from becoming a Mahayana master.
At this time, he was hiding in the woods outside the northern suburbs of Yecheng, using a formation that he was not familiar with at all, carefully avoiding a young man who was at a lower level than him.
I have to say, this is a very tragic thing, but it is also very interesting.
Not only Duan Chongxuan, but even Yin Biyue began to wonder what was going on.
Yan Xing reluctantly told the story of his grudge with the young master of Qinglu Sword Sect.
Half a year ago, Yan Xing came to the Southern Continent for the 'Zui Liu Xian' in the Rongcheng wine cellar.
He had been traveling for a long time, and his drinking buddies all knew that the more drunk Yan Xing was, the clearer his eyes became. He was not drunk at all, except for his drunken words.
He drank from noon until the bar closed at night, and he was already drunk without using his true energy to make wine. But he walked steadily on the street, and no one could tell that he was a man or a woman, or a human or an animal.
He happened to meet Song Tang from Qinglu Sword Sect.
Song Tang led a group of disciples from the foot of Qinglu Mountain to Yecheng, passing by here. Seeing that the person blocking the way was a cultivator of the Hinayana realm, although he was dressed unkemptly, he decided to give way. But he was stopped by the other party.
"What's your name?"
Out of politeness, Song Tang introduced himself, "I am Song Tang from the Qinglu Sword Sect. What advice do you have for me, fellow Daoist?"
Who knew Yan Xing would burst out laughing after hearing this?
"Send candy? That's a sweet name, my beauty!"
It was night time, and there were few people on the street. Angrily, Song Tang directly attacked Yan Xing with his scabbard.
Yan Xing was so drunk that his mind was extremely confused. He thought that this was the first time in his life that he had teased a girl, so it was okay to let the girl hit him.
...Hiss, this girl is quite strong.
Song Tang didn't expect that the other party had no intention of fighting back, and with one blow, he actually broke the other party's leg.
But he couldn't do anything to apologize. Fortunately, for a cultivator in the Hinayana realm, this kind of injury would heal in a few days. So he left a bottle of elixir and left.
Logically speaking, this matter should end here.
Master Song also got beaten and vented his anger.
The bad thing was that a month later Yan Xing met his drinking buddy in Yecheng and got drunk again.
Someone asked him, "I heard that you actually said in front of Song Tang that his name was sweet?"
Yan Xing waved his hand proudly, "Hahaha! He's even sweeter!"
There were many people in Taihe Tower that day, and the news spread throughout Yecheng in less than half a day.
It became unstoppable and spread more and more widely.
From then on, when people in the Southern Continent mentioned Young Master Song's name, they didn't think of Qinglu Sword Sect, Jinghong Sword, or Yuyi Jue, but...
——People are sweeter.
So he gave her candy, no, Song Tang was really angry this time and vowed to find Yan Xing and fight him.
Even though there was a gap in realm, he didn't think that he would definitely not be able to defeat Yan Xing.
Yin Biyue thought it was understandable. Even though his name was Yin Biyue, if anyone dared to say something like "beautiful enough to shame the moon and the flowers", Juebi would draw his sword and teach him a lesson in a moment!
Duan Hualao's focus was obviously off, and his smile was somewhat malicious.
"Which leg did he break?"
Yan Xing was startled, then reacted, "Right leg! What are you thinking about!!"
Yan Xing thought he was in the wrong and was unwilling to fight with Song Tang. He planned to leave Nanlu.
He sighed, "I, President Yan, have never even held a girl's hand in my life, but because of one sentence, everyone in Nanlu calls me a scoundrel! It's all because of drinking!"
Then he untied the wine flask from his waist and took a sip.
Yin Biyue was silent and looked at the three of them.
Very good, three people, with very different painting styles.
Master!
Are you really serious about accepting disciples?
The three of us are your free gifts for the "Buy a Sword, Get a Disciple Free" promotion! !
After finishing his own story, Yan Xing suddenly remembered their purpose, "Fourth Junior Brother, Zhehua will fight with all your might! No one can defeat you!"
Three wet breasts!
Where on earth did you and the big wet breasts get your inexplicable trust in me? !
Yan Xing finished his drink and didn't even bother to collect the battle flags on the ground. He waved his hand and said, "Who knows, maybe Mr. Song will come again later... The mountains remain unchanged, the rivers flow forever, we'll see you later! I'll buy you a drink next time!"
Before he finished speaking, the man was already three meters away.
Looking at Yan Xing's back, Yin Biyue quickly realized a more serious problem.
Xihua Peak and Baopu Sect have always been at odds with each other, so it will definitely be a fierce battle.
Now, in addition to the fact that the third senior brother has offended Qinglu Sword Sect, there is also Zhongshan in Qinglu Sword Sect.
How can we beat this flower-folding club?!
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