The main hall of the Lingshan Sword Palace.

"Senior brother, since ten years ago, the unknown monk triggered the killing of the Thunder Tribulation in the mortal world, and the Demon Dao Emperor used the power of the Thunder Tribulation to break through the seal between the mortal and the spiritual mountain, and now there are people from the two realms of the righteous and demons who have left the spiritual mountain and secretly went to the mortal world, and the mortal aura is becoming more and more. The law enforcement elder said to Jian Nantian, the palace master of the Sword Palace.

"Fengshu, needless to say, the will of heaven is like this, there must be a reason, you control the disciples of this sect, no matter what others do, our Sword Palace will do a good job of itself. Jian Nantian grabbed a formation diagram and said intently.

Elder Fengshu wanted to say something more, but seeing that the palace master didn't have the intention to continue listening to him at all, he immediately shook his head helplessly and withdrew from the main hall.

At this time, in a small country in the mortal realm, this small country is called the Western Zhou Dynasty, and in the coastal villages in the northern part of the Western Zhou Dynasty, a young man with long snow-colored hair and an extremely young face was chopping wood at the door. It could be seen that this was the number one family in the local row, and the fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl sat on the steps in front of her house, watching the white-haired young man split one piece of firewood after another.

"Brother, you've been in our house for almost ten years, why haven't you ever heard your name come true?" It wasn't the first time the girl had asked this question, but she had never received an answer, so she asked again and again.

"Ling Luan, do you think the name is important?" The white-haired young man's hand did not stop, but he responded to Ling Luan's question.

"It's important, everyone is born with a name, and this name is meant to accompany you for a lifetime, can it not be important?"

"You're young, and you only know that people are born with names. But such a name will only accompany you for a lifetime, the world, the reincarnation is not stopped, the vicissitudes of life, for this world is only a snap of a finger, not to mention that people have lived for a hundred years, after a lifetime, nothing has been, and even oneself is no longer oneself, now do you think, after a person dies, is a code name important?" The white-haired young man had a fresh smile on his face, but in his eyes, there were fragments of time floating, the cycle of life and death.

"This ......" Ling Luan suddenly felt that his brother, who didn't speak before, just made people feel alienated, but the brother who spoke today made him feel scared and strange.

"Haha, Luan'er, play here again, go back to the house, your mother has something to call you. Suddenly, Master Ling's voice came out, and then he saw Ling Tie's figure.

"Oh!" Ling Luan agreed, and ran into the house in three steps and two steps.

When the white-haired young man saw that he was gone, he stopped talking and continued to chop wood.

Ling Tie looked at the white-haired young man who was silently chopping wood, a little unbearable, but more importantly, he was resolute. He said to the white-haired youth, "Young man, come to my study." ”

After saying that, he walked away with his hands on his back.

The white-haired young man was a little puzzled, but none of this mattered to him, he didn't put down the axe, took it and went into the house.

"Ten years ago, you drifted over from the sea, I was also to accumulate virtue, rescued you, invited the best doctor within a radius of ten miles to help you heal, and gave you an errand. In the study, Ling Tie asked the white-haired young man to sit down and whispered.

"Uncle Ling, you have something to say. The white-haired young man also sensed that something was wrong with Ling Tie's words.

"Well, I'll get straight to the point. In ten years, you have never said why you got hurt, you have not said who your enemy is, you have not said where your home is, what your family is, that's all, I don't even know your name. Now Luan'er's mind doesn't know if you can see it, to be honest, as a person, I shouldn't quit you ruthlessly, but I also hope that you can understand that as a father, I can't let Luan'er follow someone who doesn't even know who it is. ”

"Huh?" The white-haired young man was stunned for a moment, and then he understood: "I see, I understand." Uncle Ling, don't worry, I'll go back to the room to pack up and leave today. ”

Ling Tie saw that the white-haired young man agreed so happily, and immediately felt a little embarrassed: "Thank you for your understanding, but don't be in a hurry today, don't leave tonight, I will ask someone to prepare a dinner party, and I will see you off." ”

"No, Uncle Ling. ”

"Eh, don't shirk it, after all, I did something wrong, I'm sorry for you, I hope you can accept a little compensation from me. Ling Tie was a little ashamed.

............

The night by the sea came late, the white-haired young man packed his luggage, the dinner was not yet time, but he had no intention of staying, he carried his backpack, with a wine gourd on his waist, and walked lonely on the village road, walking, his footsteps stopped.

"Brother White-haired, are you going to go out or are you going to go home?" Ling Luan said angrily as he stood behind the white-haired young man.

"How about going out, how about going home?" said the white-haired young man calmly without looking back.

"It's too early to go out, it's not dawn yet, it's too late to go home, it's dark!"

"Poof. The white-haired young man couldn't help laughing: "Xiao Lingluan has indeed grown up and knows how to suppress me with what I said." ”

"Since you know that you said it yourself, why can't you abide by it yourself?" Ling Luan couldn't control himself and cried.

"Because this is your home, not mine, I am not leaving now, but going back, although it is a little late, ten years late......" The white-haired young man looked at the bright moon rising at the sea level, and his eyes were far-reaching.

Suddenly, a dark cloud appeared in the sky inexplicably, and among the dark clouds, two blood-red eyes shot out two rays of light, and a bloody voice rolled in: "This village is also thousands of miles away from the nearest Danyang City, and there are hundreds of households, no one will know if we do it here, and our skills will definitely go to the next level, maybe we can step into the Chenzhao realm in one fell swoop!"

"Okay, Brother Bloody Hand, you and I will definitely win the world in the future, even if Lingshan can't help us. Ghostface's voice was hoarse, but it revealed a greed that was hard to hide.

"Haha, kill!"

"Youkai!"

"Don't, please spare my son, kill me, ah!"

Two demonic evildoers, killing all the way, leaving not a single one alive. The bloody breath gradually spread to the white-haired young man, and the young man frowned, and immediately pulled Ling Luan and rushed back.

In the Ling family's compound, Ling Tie sat in the corner of the wall with his wife in his arms, and the ground was full of servants lying on the ground, the blood had been sucked dry, and the bloody hands licked the blood on their hands, and shifted their eyes to Ling Tie.

Ling Tie shuddered in fright: "Your Excellency is on top...... Small...... Although the villain is not good, he also has thousands of family fortunes, all ...... It's all for you, please let our family live...... Please. ”

"You think everyone cares about money? mortal, that's naïve. As he spoke, Bloody Hand pounced on Ling Tie and his wife, and Ling Tie suddenly saw two people standing at the door, it was Ling Luan and Bai Fa.

"Luan'er, run!"

"Hmph, don't shout, no one can run......" Before Bloody Hand finished speaking, a white light flashed, and his head fell to the ground, still with the hideous smile he had before.

The white-haired young man stood in front of Ling Tie and his wife at some point, holding the axe he had been chopping wood with in his hand, and blood was dripping from the blade of the axe.

This scene made Ling Tie feel incredible, the young man who was saved by himself, an ordinary woodcutter......

The ghost face flew down, and at a glance he saw the headless corpse lying in front of the white-haired youth, and then saw the delicate face under the white hair, and for a moment, his pupils constricted: "Who are you sacred? We have no grievances or hatreds, and we are all for our own cultivation." ”

"Do you practice with other people's lives? damn it!" the young man said, and the axe was changed to his left hand, and his right hand was pointed into a sword, and his fingertips spat out the sword.

Seeing the white-clothed young man holding the sword, Ghost Face suddenly remembered something, and the surprise on his face turned into fear: "You...... You are...... Qingzhu Sword Monarch!"

"Ten years ago, under the Zixiao Heavenly Thunder, the Qingzhu Sword Monarch was already dead. ”

Shout......

The sword rises, and the demon mourns.