"No, no, no, ah!!!"

The night was as cool as water. In a mail room of a mail room in the Yujiantang in Huanghan City, a young mail room, who was six feet tall and had a look that was not as good as everyone else, suddenly sat up from the bed, sweating profusely, and looked at the wall in front of him blankly, as if he had an extremely terrible dream.

"Wang Zhong! What are you calling?" There were seven or eight people living in this mailbox room, and they usually slept in a row. Now the young mailbox shouted, and such a big noise woke them up. One of the older mailboxes relied on their older age and worked in the boss for a long time. He asked, although the other mailboxes next to them did not speak, the dissatisfaction in their eyes was revealed.

"Sorry, Brother Huang Yang, I had a nightmare and I've aroused you all, I hope everyone will forgive me!" The young errand guard Wang Zhong was scolded by Huang Yang and came back to his senses. Seeing that the few errand guards around him looked bad, he quickly bowed and apologized.

"Forget it, no one has a nightmare, but don't make any more noises, otherwise we won't agree." Huang Yang and the other servants saw that Wang Zhong had repeatedly compensated, and they felt it was understandable when they thought about it. They looked at each other and forgave Wang Zhong.

However, the servient worker is heavy. Once he can't sleep well at night, it is likely to delay his work during the day. If this affects his work during the day, he will be scolded by his boss at the least, and his wages will be deducted or even beaten. So he warned that when Wang Zhong said nothing, he ignored him and lay down. After a while, he snored loudly.

Wang Zhong saw the servants lying down and laughed bitterly. If he were still the young leader of Qingyun Sect, why would this be like this? When Wang Zhong thought of the nightmare just now, he could no longer sleep. He sorted out his clothes, got out of the bed carefully, walked out of the servants' room, and looked at the moon full of the sky, a sense of sadness hit his heart, unconsciously burst into tears, and fell into memories...

Wang Zhong's real name is not Wang Zhong, but Qing Feng, which means Qing Feng is Wushuang. It is named by his father, Qing Yun Sect leader Qing Shan. Although he gave this name, Wang Zhong is not like his father, Qing Yun Sect leader Qing Shan, who is Wushuang. Instead, he is addicted to the sensuality and sex all day long. He is a full-blooded second generation.

Qingyun Sect is located on the southwest mountain top of the Huawu Empire. Although it is located in poor mountains and rivers, there are a large sect like Qingyun Sect with nearly 10,000 disciples here, so it naturally protects a radius of thousands of miles and a peaceful area. The transportation at the foot of the mountain is relatively convenient, and there are even towns that respect Qingyun Sect. It can be said that it suppresses one side and protects peace for thousands of miles.

As the young sect leader of such a big sect, Wang Zhong was not enterprising. He just wanted to rely on Zu Yin and indulge in sensuality all day long. With the resources of such a big sect, when he was adults, his cultivation level was not as high as the sixth grade. He really interpreted a realistic version of what a tiger father or a dog son is.

If there were no accidents, although Wang Zhong was unlikely to take over Qingyun Sect, under the care of the sect leader Qingshan and his successor disciples, he could live his life carefree. Unfortunately, things didn't go as expected.

Just half a year ago, Qingyun Sect ushered in the biggest disaster since its founding. The Huawu Empire's crusade army traveled through mountains and rivers and wanted to razed Qingyun Sect to the ground!

Wang Zhong only remembers that day, the army of the Huawu Empire was approaching the border, and it stretched for ten miles. There were thousands of mechanisms in the sky, and the sound of drums shook the sky. The Qingyun Sect was almost uneasy. Wang Zhong was hidden in a basement by his father. Through the basement that had been buried for dozens of meters, Wang Zhong only saw at the last moment, his father, Qingshan, the leader of the Qingyun Sect, who had been tall in his life, stepped on the Qingming Sword, flew to the sky with his sword, and rushed towards the enemy formation.

The last scene was a big unimaginable steel foot that seemed to be stepped on from the nine heavens. Under the huge shadow, it was not real. It seemed that a sword light flashed and blood splashed everywhere...

Then Wang Zhong fainted quickly. When he woke up, the entire Qingyun Mountain had been razed to the ground, leaving no chickens and dogs. The entire Qingyun Mountain was covered with blood everywhere. He walked to the bottom of the mountain in a daze, and saw that the blood had gathered into a small river...

After leaving Qingyun Mountain like a walking corpse, Wang Zhong, who had never suffered hardships, spent three months struggling to survive in the mountains. Finally, he met Ning Hu, the manager of the Yujian Hall in Huang Hancheng, who was rescued by him. In order to make a living, he worked as a choreographer in Yujian Hall, and did this for three months.

Originally, Wang Zhong thought he had forgotten his identity and even forgot that he was still a warrior, but the nightmare he had today opened up his dusty memories one by one.

Unfortunately, since he used to focus on pleasure, he turned a blind eye to the top martial arts that had accumulated over the mountains of Qingyun Sect, and was only interested in those strange stories, he now only knows a set of sword control techniques and a basic set of Qi training techniques. Even if he wants to go further, it will be even more difficult, let alone revenge?

Thinking of this, Wang Zhong, who was bitter and unspeakable, touched the pendant in his arms. Fortunately, there was still hope. According to his father Qingshan, this pendant is a pendant for teaching the Dharma. As long as he finds the correct method of opening, he will have the opportunity to obtain the highest level of martial arts. Unfortunately, since he got this pendant at the age of seven, he has not been able to open it. Now it seems that it is a long way off to open it.

Sighing, Wang Zhong calmed down and walked back to the mail room. Just as he was about to step into the mail room, a green light flashed across the pendant in his hand. This is?! Wang Zhong's eyes instantly opened...

"Hey! Young man, he has been addicted to lust so early. What should I do in the future?!" The next morning, in the manager's office of Yujiantang, Manager Zhan looked at Wang Zhong, who was standing in front of him with a pale complexion and swollen eyes.

No wonder Manager Zhan looked very angry. Manager Zhan, who was nearly fifty years old, was a big manager of the Yujiantang, but he had no son and had no future in martial arts like him. At this age, he was thinking about finding a replacement.

He was originally optimistic about Wang Zhong who was rescued by him, because he was taciturn, but he was hardworking and willing to do things, and was not silly. He was indeed the right person to take charge of the business. He had only been moved for a few days. This morning, he saw Wang Zhong absent-minded in his work, swollen bags in his eyes, and his feet were blown.

For granted, I felt that Wang Zhong did this because he did something bad when he went out last night, but he felt that it was harmless. As a man, it was not a problem to have some demands, but he just couldn't go too far, so he wanted to hit Wang Zhong, so he put on this look.

Wang Zhong, who was standing in front of Manager Zhan, felt crying when he heard this. When he was about to enter the room last night, he saw the green light flashing on the pendant. He was immediately excited and thought that he could get the upper martial arts in the pendant. He thought that he could check it over and over again, but there was no result. Wang Zhong, who was disappointed, saw that the sky had turned white again, so he had to bite the bullet and start the day's work. Unexpectedly, he would be called by the manager today, which caused a big mistake.

Although he felt wronged, Wang Zhong couldn't find a reason to defend himself, so he could only look at the manager, look remorseful, and deal with it first.

Manager Zhan nodded in his heart when he saw Wang Zhong's face full of embarrassment and remorse, and secretly praised him for being able to teach. However, if Wang Zhong's current state is obviously not suitable for doing things, he would have to send him a more relaxed job.

After all, although he intends to let Wang Zhong take over, he must nod the head of the Yujiantang Hall. If the boss sees such an invigorating side, it will definitely make his boss's impression of this child greatly reduce. When he thought about it, he became scheming.

"Well, if you do things in your current state, you may even destroy the things of the boss. In this way, you go to Dongsili Street and find the owner of Yu's sword casting workshop. You will say that I want to book thirty teaching swords with them, so that he must make them in five days. This is my token. If you take them, they will understand. After you come back, you will go and make up for your sleep. Don't let the boss see it, it will be unlucky!" Manager Huang pondered for a moment and said.

"Thank you, Mr. Manager, please understand! I'll do it now!" Wang Zhong was overjoyed when he heard this. Of course, he knew that this was the back door opened by Manager Huang for him. He had long felt tired today, but he had to do it because of his livelihood. Therefore, he hurriedly stepped forward to take the token from Manager Huang's hand, bowed his hand to thank him, and then turned around and ran away.

"It's so good to be young!" Looking at Wang Zhong who was just looking exhausted, he turned around and ran out in a gust of wind. Manager Huang shook his head and sighed.

Walking out of the sword hall, Wang Zhong slowed down and reached out to touch the pendant in his arms. While walking, he was thinking in his mind how to get the upper martial arts in the pendant.

The pendant was left on him for more than ten years, but he had never found a way to untie the pendant. Last night, the green light flashed. Although it might not be untie, it was at least hopeful. But since last night, he had been thinking about where there was a special place that made the pendant react?

He walked and thought about how to make the pendant react again, but he wanted to break his head, but he didn't expect anything special last night. At this time, he realized that the under his feet had been replaced with marble at some point.

He looked up and looked forward. Ten meters ahead was a vermillion gate, ten meters tall. There was a plaque with black gold on the top of the gate. Four big words were written like a knife and axe: Yu's sword casting! It turned out that he had arrived at the destination.
Chapter completed!