Time reverses, memories are presented.

A month ago, the Huangfu family.

Meteors pierced the night sky, and after the splendor, it was a light chill that penetrated into the bones.

In the grassy courtyard, a sword stood on the ground.

The sword is rusty, mottled and old, but it has a somewhat simple and solemn charm.

There was no wind blowing, but the sword body shook violently, because the owner of the sword was controlling the emotions of collapse.

The dark clouds that covered the sky whistled and dispersed, revealing the moon hidden within.

The moon was not round in a half-circle, and there seemed to be an eye on the horizon that was suddenly open.

In the darkness, a pair of eyes were raised, clear and clear, Jiang Fei held the black rusty sword, heavy dark clouds condensed between his eyebrows, and knelt on one knee in front of the soft soil.

He was grieved, but did not shed tears.

It's not because I'm not sad enough, but I understand that in the face of life and death, there is no room for any human affection.

Beneath the soil, rests his recently deceased mother.

Flowing fireflies are sparse, and a little fire is flying.

In a trance, Jiang Yurou's gentle and amiable smiling face seemed to appear in it, looming.

Jiang Yurou was ill for a long time, but died suddenly after her father, Huangfu Yin, went on an expedition.

I vaguely remember that on the eve of Huangfu Yin's expedition, Jiang Yurou had a heated argument with him:

"You can't go, the demon clan has been greatly injured, and they will never dare to step into the territory of the dynasty again within a hundred years, and it is fake to suppress them, I am afraid that someone has other intentions. ”

Huangfu Yin hesitated slightly, thinking that the woman's opinion should not be taken seriously, and then smiled: "You don't have to think about it, our Huangfu family has assisted the royal family for several generations, and has made great contributions, and the king knows it very well, and others dare not slander it." ”

"Because of this, you have to be more careful, I don't allow you to go, refuse to be sick, hurry!"

"This ......"

Huangfu Yin showed a look of embarrassment, he was not embarrassed about how to refuse to go on the expedition, but embarrassed about how to appease Jiang Yurou, who had an uncertain temperament.

She must be very sick and reluctant to separate, so she will be like this.

"The king's order cannot be violated, you are sick, you must pay attention to recuperation, don't worry about me. ”

"You...... Stupid!"

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The moonlight wings drooped slightly, cold as snow, and kissed lightly on the heavy sword.

This sword was given to him by Huangfu Yin when Jiang Fei had a little success in swordsmanship.

As the general who commanded the Tenglong Legion, Huangfu Yin has cultivated so deeply that he has long been unable to use a sword, but he wears it on his waist as a souvenir.

What's more, it's another rusty sword.

"Kendo is always in my heart, and I don't pin my trust on the three-foot Qingfeng to admire its appearance. Only when you have a sword in your heart can you dominate the future. ”

This was Huang Fuyin's gift when he gave the sword, and it also benefited Jiang Fei a lot.

It is said that this sword was given to Huangfu Yin by Jiang Yurou when she was in the fishing village of the South China Sea.

At that time, Huangfu Yin was a young general, majestic and extraordinary. He was ordered to quell the chaos in the South China Sea, and accidentally strayed into a fishing village and became acquainted with Jiang Yurou.

They hated to see each other late, regardless of the worldly fetters, and came together.

Later, Jiang Yurou followed Huangfu Yin back to Jinyongcheng.

The Huangfu family has been a general for generations, and they say that they have already found a competent partner for Huangfu Yin, and they are extremely rejected by Jiang Yurou, a woman from the wilderness village husband's family.

Huangfu Yinli ignored public opinion, and always expressed his unswerving attitude to Jiang Yurou, and the Huangfu family had no choice but to temporarily acquiesce to them being together, but never gave Jiang Yurou a name.

Jiang Yurou didn't care at all, until she gave birth to Jiang Fei, and Huangfu Yin had to marry her.

However, the Huangfu family could not use the "Huangfu" given by the dynasty as the surname on the grounds that the child born to a humble child was insulting the bloodline of the ancestors, and insisted that Jiang Fei should follow Jiang Yurou's surname and commit himself to the present.

Later, Jiang Fei was extremely talented, and his comprehension of swordsmanship was beyond ordinary people, and he could dance the iron sword at the age of three, which made the Huangfu family a little surprised, and their opinion of Jiang Fei was shaken.

But the good times didn't last long, and when Jiang Fei turned on his spiritual power later, he was beaten back into the abyss again.

On the Divine Continent, spiritual power is the foundation of all cultivation, and when anyone reaches the peak of the "True Martial Arts" realm, they will feel something, and they can introduce the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to run in the body and reach the realm of "condensation".

Only those who have successfully reached the realm of "condensation" can have the fate to ask for immortals. And those who fail can only live in the true martial arts realm, and if they don't have a special chance, they will fall into the cycle of birth, old age, sickness and death like ordinary people.

Some people can sense the realm of "condensation" when they are about fifteen years old, and they can be said to be outstanding and boast of being extraordinary.

And Jiang Fei was able to sense the realm of "condensation" when he was ten years old, which can be said to be the envy of the Quartet.

It is said that Jiang Fei should have already reached the realm of "condensation", but it backfired, since he sensed it when he was ten years old, six years have passed in a hurry, and he can no longer touch the refreshing artistic conception.

The amazing talent seemed to dissipate with the wind unconsciously, and Jiang Fei could only watch those who were far inferior to himself sprung up one after another, reaching the realm of "condensation" that most people dream of.

This also made the Huangfu family, who had originally expected it, gradually disappointed in him, and even turned a deaf ear and stopped asking.

Jiang Fei also asked himself in confusion if he really had no chance.

Whenever he was alone in a quiet daze, looking at the sky, he would always see Jiang Yurou's gentle and amiable smiling face on the top of the white clouds.

"Boy, my mother doesn't want you to compare yourself with others, she just wants you to be your true self. ”

The warm words like a sunny day have always warmed Jiang Fei's silent heart.

Now, Huangfu Yin has not rebelled, and Jiang Yurou has died because of his long-term treatment.

Jiang Fei's heart is like a knife, but there is no one to tell.

Bursts of black clouds rolled wildly, swallowing most of the half-moon.

Suddenly, the hand on the hilt of the sword began to clench, and the green tendons suddenly appeared.

Jiang Fei was depressed at this time that when he was seeking medical advice for Jiang Yurou, a woman came.

At that time, I was in a hurry and didn't pay attention to it, but now I think about it quietly, and I don't feel terrified to think about it.

This woman is not small, and when she stomps her feet, Jin Yongcheng will tremble three times, claiming that she is here to visit, what did she do?

It is better to believe that it is there than to believe that it is not.

Jiang Fei decided to give it a try.

The moonlight rippled, and the sword was drawn from the ground.

This sword, he has not yet drunk the blood of "right and wrong", tonight, he wants to try it.

Jiang Fei took a step and walked out of the courtyard, the anger in his eyes was burning, like a karmic fire red lotus, wanting to incinerate the inky night into ashes.

The wind roared, and the dusty grudges transformed into jagged torches, reflecting the unbearable past.

At the end of the rage, there was a touch of brightness that was particularly eye-catching, and the brightness gradually bloomed, and a scarlet and luxurious temple quickly took shape, and it suddenly appeared......