"The teacher will demonstrate it for you, and you will be optimistic!"

On a mountain in Longyan, an old man with a fairy wind and bones started up, holding a three-foot wooden sword, dancing and dancing, like a fairy.

The mountains are cold and the wind is steep, but the young man's heart is hot.

Holding a sword in your left hand, holding a ring with both hands, you can show your hands in a starting style!

Three-ring set of moon, big kui star, swallow water, left sweep, and sweep!

One move after another, the swordsmanship that the boy dreamed of finally appeared in front of him completely at this moment, and the boy's blood was full of blood!

As soon as he danced, the sword in the old man's hand suddenly became extremely sluggish, and the sword qi also changed from the previous sharp and awe-inspiring to weak, looking slow and soft.

At this time, this old man does not seem to be a hidden master at all, but has the same effect as those street performers, cheating and cheating on food and drink.

But the young man was still engrossed, and watched the old man's moves in front of him seriously.

At a certain moment, the sword is harvested, the cold wind in the mountains is no longer there, the sky is clear, and there is a vague sense of vitality ushered in early spring!

"Son, do you see clearly?"

The young man said, "I can see it clearly." ”

The old man said again: "Do you remember it all?"

"I forgot a little bit about it. ”

The old man's eyes narrowed, and he muttered: "Okay, that's hard for you, you have to think about it again!"

So the boy bowed his head and meditated, letting the twilight set in the mountains and the cold wind rose again.

The old man stood quietly across from him, as if waiting for something.

After a while, the old man asked again, "How is it now?"

The young man said calmly: "I have forgotten most of it." ”

The old man nodded appreciatively and said, "It is worthy of my favorite apprentice." ”

"I'll show you one last time, you'll see it. ”

After speaking, the old man raised his sword again, but this time compared with the last time, there was no trace of any similarity, as if it was waved indiscriminately, but it was only by brute force that a burst of sword gangs were scraped.

But the boy didn't think so, and he still watched carefully.

"Bang!"

At a certain moment, the wooden sword in the old man's hand suddenly shattered, and countless sawdust slipped from the sky, like a rain, washing away a lot.

The old man's face was sallow, but his smile was bigger than before, and he said, "Son, how is it now?"

The boy was silent, just kept his head down and thought.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up: "I forgot, I forgot everything!"

The old man patted the young man's head, and a three-foot short sword reflecting the faint green light appeared in his hand for no reason, entrusting it to the young man's hand.

"This is the Green Sword, and it's also your natal sword. ”

The old man's face became solemn, and he said, "You have to remember that the people are here, and the sword is there!"

The young man looked at the old man in confusion and nodded subconsciously.

The old man said again: "Go, you and I are both light boats, a drop in the ocean, look for your world." ”

After speaking, the old man gently patted the young man on the head three times.

The young man suddenly said, "Old man, who are you?"

The old man smiled lightly: "Just call me Tsing Yi." ”

The young man was puzzled: "Aren't you wearing white clothes? Why are you called Tsing Yi?"

The old man didn't answer, but said lightly, "What do you want to do now?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said, "Go down the mountain." ”

The old man said softly, "Then let's go, idiot." ”

The young man looked at the old man, and then at the old man, and only felt that the old man in front of him was very familiar and close.

The boy turned and walked two steps, then turned back to see the old man still looking at him with a smile on his face.

The moonlight in the sky is sprinkled, as if connecting the young man and the old man, turning it into a magnificent picture.

The young man felt something, and knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the old man three times.

He didn't know why he was doing it, but he felt that he had to.

The old man nodded in satisfaction.

The boy turned back and no longer hesitated.

His figure quickly disappeared from the old man's field of vision.

The old man was still standing in place, smiling.

"Senior brother, you say, can you really adapt to this world?"

On the other hand, the old woman suddenly appeared, stood beside the old man, and asked with a worried emotion.

The old man slowly raised his head, glanced at the endless starry sky, and said, "Everything has a way, like a dream bubble, and like dew and electricity, it should be viewed as such." ”

"It should not be forced, asking the sky has such a catastrophe, all of this is already destined. ”

The old woman nodded with deep feeling, and said, "When Ye Shenghuang approached him, it was to seize the bloodline on his body. ”

It's just that it was precisely because of Ye Shenghuang's mistake that Wentian woke up instead. ”

The old man smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Yes, that child wouldn't have thought that what she took away was just the impurities on Wentian's body." ”

The old man said happily: "They should meet again in the future." ”

"I will empowering all my life's internal strength to Wentian, and this time, he will no longer suffer. ”

When she mentioned this, the old woman's face was also smiling, but she quickly became sad and said, "Senior brother, how much time do you have left?"

The old man's voice was almost ethereal, and his originally muddy voice had become ethereal.

"I don't have time. ”

The old woman was shocked, and there were two tears in the corners of her eyes.

"When you return, the countryside will not return, and you will take your heart as the ......"

The old man's body slowly became stiff, and his voice became more and more ethereal, like the sound of Buddha, birds coming out of the forest, and the wind moving.

Suddenly, the old man's body was shocked, and the words he had originally read about returning came to an abrupt end.

"Oops, I forgot to tell him his name......"

"Huh?"

The old woman's eyes widened, and she wanted to say something, but the old man sat down on the mountain completely because of the sudden mood swings.

"Senior brother!"

Since then, there has been one less sword immortal in the world.

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At this time, Ye Wentian's face was excited, and he walked happily on the street, looking at the prosperity around him, not to mention how happy he was.

The three-foot dagger was wrapped in cloth by him, but it didn't attract much attention from the passers-by on the street.

This is a scene that can only be seen on TV before!

It's just that as he walked, his face changed from happy to doubtful.

"Uh, what's my name?"

Suddenly, this very ordinary question filled all his thoughts.

Ye Wentian racked his brains, but he couldn't figure out what he was called.

If you can't think of it, you don't want to think about it, Ye Wentian sighed, and an innocent smile reappeared on his face, and he kept walking in a certain direction.

Although he didn't know why, his subconscious mind kept driving him to go south.

So, Ye Wentian kept walking.

On the side of the road in front of him, an old man suddenly fell.

The old man's face was painful, but he couldn't stand up.

Seeing this, Ye Wentian hurriedly stepped forward to help the old man up.

Because of the old man in the robe on the mountain just now, Ye Wentian has a good impression of all the old people.

However, the old man's next sentence made Ye Wentian directly stunned.

"Hey, boy, you didn't even bumper me!"

"This thing is not over without 500!"