The First Sword to Kill That Sect

The rebellious young master of Hanlian Palace, whose love and hate are as fierce as fire × the chief disciple of Fuyun Mountain who was born with a sword as cold as an ice lotus Zhou Shen is the only young master of Hanlian Palace in the past three hundred years. The master said that it is because of her extraordinary talent and unique sword skills. She is a genius that has never been produced in Hanlian Palace. Zhou Shen believed. Not only did he believe it, he also practiced diligently day and night, vowing to help his master make Hanlian Palace bigger and stronger. But there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. Liang Qingyu, the leader of Fuyun Mountain, straddles Zhou Shen Xiujian and Guangmen's lintel like a natural chasm. She is proud and arrogant and never admits defeat. Carrying Qiushui Hanguang on his back, he headed south. After defeating all the famous Taoist friends in Kendo, he set out for Fuyun Mountain, hoping to compete with Liang Qingyu. After many twists and turns, the swords were no match, but on their wedding day, Liang Qingyu, who was born with a sword bone, pierced her heart with a sword. The leader of Fuyun Mountain killed more than 3,000 people in Hanli Palace with swords, leaving no one alive from inside to outside. Zhou Shen was filled with hatred, but he only said that you are not worthy of this marriage. When he opened his eyes again, Zhou Shen returned to the time when he first entered Fuyun Mountain Academy. The long sword in his hand was shining with cold sword light, and he was determined to pay with blood. The wind is high and the rain is strong. Zhou Shen pressed forward step by step to kill him. But when the sword pointed at his heart, the first sword of the sect, which was as cold as snow, shed tears with red eyes. He asked: Ah Zhou, why. Ah Zhou? Why do you call me A Zhou! Zhou Shen looked at this face with a cold expression: Liang Qingyu, no matter how much you say, you should keep it until you die and repent of my sword. ———— Before going to Fuyun Mountain, Liang Qingyu was a little mute who could not speak even at the age of three. The years were turbulent and demons were scurrying around. The master of Fuyun Mountain mistakenly entered Ouhua Town when he was slaying demons, and saw the clanking sword bone on the mute's body. Liang Qingyu's parents rubbed their hands and asked the mountain owner for thirty taels of silver, thus giving his whole life to Fuyun Mountain. It is difficult to cultivate a sword, but it is even more difficult to cultivate a mind. Because of his sword bones, he entered Wanjian Cliff and got the Jade Crane Sword with blue eyes. When he drew the sword, he took a quick glance and saw a figure as green as a new leaf stepping on the stone beside him. The sun was shining everywhere, and only her unruly brows and clear eyes could be seen. She held the sword in front of her eyes, with the new green leaves close to her, and asked his mask with a proud smile in her words: Brother Mute, how is this sword of mine better than yours? How can green leaves smell like flowers? It's the sunshine that dazzles the eyes, the spring breeze that's intoxicating, or the music from Wanjian Cliff that confuses people's minds. The scent lingering on the tip of his nose surrounded him, and his heart, which had been taught to be as calm as water since he was a child, was beating so fast that it seemed as if it was about to jump out of his chest. He heard himself open his mouth, his heart racing with the urge to say something. Lu Ye smiled brightly, put the sword on his back, and brought it to his eyes. Her eyes as bright as stars were flowing with clear springs, and she said: I forgot that you are mute. After that, this beating that seemed to kill him never went out like a flame. For such a heartbeat, he risked his life. For such a new leaf, he would burn his bones without regret. Intention: You are no worse than anyone else. As long as you want to do something, you will definitely succeed.