Mythology is the earliest comprehensive cultural creation of human beings in primitive times. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info This is the imagination of people in ancient times, and this is the dictionary that coldly records the meaning of mythology.

Human beings are always creating and then denying themselves in order to progress. However, with less and less connection to nature and the prevalence of technology, human beings compare themselves to the masters of nature, that is, gods in the new sense. However, thousands of years ago, in that barren and vast era, was the so-called fairy god just a totem, a legend, or the imagination of ancient humans?

Today's mythologists have always denied the existence of gods: "It was nothing more than the deified and moralized heroes of the ancient heroic age." ”

However, is it really just the ridiculous intelligence of human beings who support humble bodies and are not the strongest in strength to get to where they are today? Because human beings laugh when they think about God, and they don't bother the gods?

Tang Meng braved the heavy rain to return home, casually dealt with his parents' nagging, and after taking a bath, he lay on the bed tiredly. There was so much going on today that he needed to take a break. But the depression in his heart lingered for a long time, and suddenly he remembered the book, so he quickly opened the book with a black and wordless cover. The first page of the book is the four big characters in the beautiful cursive writing of the old way: the beginning of the kendo

He couldn't help but think of the old way of writing, cursive can be described as a pen walking dragon snake, dragon flying phoenix dance, there is a kind of natural pen rhyme, Taoist natural taste. It's like a sword dance, sometimes sharp and sometimes soft. Often Tang Meng has not seen enough, a Lishu ink treasure map has appeared, the old Taoist also taught Tang Meng, supervised Tang Meng's copying, and he was happy to drink his own never-leaving small wine pot beside him.

Tang Meng couldn't help but feel a little sour when he thought about it, his cold face also loosened, he brushed away the little wetness from the corners of his eyes, and laughed at himself: "Why is there still rain that hasn't been washed off." ”

Tang Meng stabilized his emotions and continued to read, but he saw that the cursive script appeared and the entity seemed to turn into a wild dragon and rushed towards him, Tang Meng's eyes went black, and he fell into boundless darkness。。。。。。。

Tang Mengmeng's eyes opened for a moment, but he found that he had come to a strange space, like that dream with angels, but it was obviously different. It is surrounded by mountains, rivers and lakes, and the towering mountains and rushing waterfalls carry a majestic momentum, rushing to Tang Meng, but Tang Meng cannot be touched. Because Tang Meng was standing on the top of the peak of the highest mountain, he could reach out and touch the height of the stars and moons.

But he didn't have time to experience the heroic feelings of seeing the mountains at a glance, and those golden snake-like words were spelled out into paragraphs of text in front of Tang Meng: The beginning of the way of the sword, it is called the way of killing. There are three realms of the mortal sword as follows: there is a sword in the hand, there is a sword in the heart, the sword of man is one, the first realm, there is no sword in the hand, there is a sword in the heart, killing people is invisible, the second realm, there is no sword in the hand, there is no sword in the heart, and the soldier who surrenders without martial arts is the third realm!

However, whether you believe it or not, there is still an immortal world above the human world. There are those who have attained spiritual energy in ancient times, those who have attained the Tao and ascended through the tribulation, and there are also exotic birds and beasts in the wilderness. Because there are many factions and sects, and they are afraid of the rampant demons, all the factions unite and form the Immortal Alliance. This sect is based on the sword entering the Tao, and the sword heart is the foundation, which is called the sword killing sect. Because of the sword book killing way, the killing life is difficult to be full, and it cannot be perfect, Gu Benzong has nine sword paths, as follows: sword control, sword cultivation, sword heart, sword sect, sword spirit, sword immortal, sword xuan, sword emperor, sword saint. Each realm is also divided into nine levels.

"Senior brother, I have given you all those sword moves from the past, and I have laid a solid foundation for you. Next is the method of practicing qi, I hope you will experience it carefully. Lao Dao's familiar voice came from the sky, which made Tang Meng, who was still in a state of shock, come to his senses.

I saw those words turn into a golden light and burrow into Tang Meng's body, wandering through Tang Meng's strange meridians and eight veins, repeating over and over again. As if bathed in the sun, Tang Meng unconsciously closed his eyes and began to feel the breath.

Once, twice, three times, Tang Meng finally felt the qi hidden in his body, and began to slowly follow the golden light to walk in the meridians, after running for a week, Tang Meng opened his eyes, and he actually practiced qi at one time. Tang Meng's eyes flashed golden. He has reached the peak of the worldly realm, and he can use his qi to increase his body to resist the sword. His innate talent and years of good foundation have made him reach the fifth level of the Sword Master. You must know how many mortals who have no talent or the opportunity to learn the method of qi cultivation have stagnated at this level. This layer is equivalent to the first level of the mortal realm, and it controls the sword with qi. The sword of man is one, there is a sword in the hand, and there is also a sword in the heart.

Immediately, his eyes darkened again, and he retreated from the cultivation space. Looking at the alarm clock, more than forty minutes have passed. However, his heart could not be calm for a long time, is there really an immortal god in this world? The old Taoist book gave him a vague answer, which shocked Tang Meng's concept. He found that the book could not be opened, no matter how hard Tang Meng tried.

"Maybe I'm really not suitable for this world, heh, is this an immortal cultivator?" Tang Meng couldn't help but think of what Zhao Zhuwu said and laughed at himself.

Tang Meng didn't notice that the rain had stopped at the moment, and it didn't even seem to have rained before. Everything was never wet, and the sun was just warm

"Tang Meng's son came down to eat. His mother's call temporarily made Tang Meng stop thinking about what he was thinking about, and went downstairs to the dinner table.

"Coming, ready to eat. Tang Meng's father said lightly, his father was still reading the newspaper as usual, and the resemblance of his personality to Tang Meng was worthy of being father and son. However, Tang Meng still felt that something was wrong. The mother did not nag as usual, but sat on the chair and looked at Tang Meng.

"My son has grown up unconsciously. I've grown into an adult. With a little tears in his eyes, Tang Meng found that his mother's silver hair had grown unconsciously.

"Mom. What's wrong?" Tang Meng's voice woke up his mother, who was staring at him blankly, and his father finally put down the newspaper and looked at Tang Meng.

Time did not ease this awkward atmosphere, until Tang Meng's father sighed.

"Tang Meng, you are also older, maybe something should be given to you. With that, my father slowly went into the bedroom.

After coming over for a while, he took out a box and handed it to Tang Meng, then sat on the chair, as if reminiscing about the past, and said to Tang Meng, who was stunned: "Son, you have never done anything to worry us about when you have grown up to now. On the contrary, you have grown into a man who stands up to the sky. Excellent grades, fencing won many honors, make me and your mother proud. Son, you've always been excellent. ”

Tang Meng's father rarely said so much, but this time he said a lot, which made Tang Meng a little overwhelmed.

"Yes, your dad doesn't usually like to talk, and so do you, in fact, he really wants to talk to you. Mother said.

The words of his parents both moved Tang Meng and made him wonder, what is in this box?

"Your mom will tell you the rest. Father sighed and said, with a faint helplessness in his tone.

"Good son, in fact, on the day I gave birth to you, a Taoist priest who traveled all over the world sent this ornament, saying that he would not give it to you until you were 18 years old. Tang Meng listened and opened it to see that there was a small trinket lying in the box, which was very strange, made of a strange angel wing and demon wings intertwined with each other.

But the mother was muttering, "Many of the things he said about the future have come true, saying that you had a serious illness when you were 3 years old, and you had a high fever." When you were 5 years old, you were in a disaster and you almost got hit by a car. At the age of 9, you are talented and successful, and you really won the trophy of the Children's Palace. He also said a lot, until, until he said that after you handed you this ornament at the age of 18, you will go to a very mysterious distant place in the future, and it will be difficult for us to see you again. Speaking of this, Tang Meng's mother couldn't help but hug Tang Meng, his mother's warm embrace, but Tang Meng also felt his mother's sadness.

"Don't be afraid, Mom. Am I still here, and where can I go if I have to take the college entrance examination? That Taoist priest may be a liar, or maybe he said that he couldn't accompany you in college. Tang Meng pretended to be relaxed and said, in fact, the book given to him by Lao Dao made him feel a little frightened by the Taoist priest's prophecy.

The mother looked at Tang Meng with teary eyes and said, "That Taoist priest's words have not been missed. ”

"Don't worry, Mom, I won't leave you. Tang Meng said lightly, but it contained an undeniable meaning.

"Okay, let's eat. Tang Meng's father said. The food on the table is no longer steaming, but it is still fragrant.

"Hey, blame me for nagging, why do my sons eat. ”

Mother enthusiastically began to desperately pile Tang Meng's bowl with vegetables. However, Tang Meng couldn't eat, because the theory of gods and ghosts didn't seem to be far away from him. In particular, the peculiar word Taoist made Tang Meng full of doubts and fears about the future.

At the dinner table, his mother was still chattering about vegetables, and his father interjected a few words from time to time, how happy and warm, and using the camera to freeze it was like a complete family photo, but it made Tang Meng feel uneasy about the word parting.

Suddenly, the angel's wings of the ornament flashed with white light, releasing light alone in Tang Meng's pocket, so faint that no one knew......