At this moment, the sky is already a touch of the twilight remnant sun, the half-round oblique sun reflects the sea of clouds of Wangtian Peak into a golden ocean, Wangtian Peak leans against the sky, the sky is high and wide, standing in the ancient sky, it is the highest mountain in the fairy world, towering and huge, but it is like the pillar of optimus, breaking through the nine clouds, as if it is above all things, looking down on everything. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At the pinnacle of Wangtian Peak, the immortal hall dotted all over the place, high and low, brilliant and magnificent, vast and sacred, magnificent, more immortal qi turned into a glow of light circulation, like a dragon flying and phoenix dancing, people are enviable, Wangtian Peak appears to be more brilliant in the last twilight afterglow, bright and dazzling. And around Wangtian Peak, there are high and low looming peaks and forests through the sea of clouds, like floating in the nine days of immortal mountains, dreamy and ethereal, more highlighting the majestic momentum of Wangtian Peak at a glance of the mountains.

In the midst of this Wanfeng standing, in addition to Wangtian Peak, the most famous is of course Fenghuo Peak, Fenghuo Peak is not as towering as Wantian Peak, nor is it a fairy holy land, the only eye-catching place is the Fenghuo Peak's weird maple fire tree, which is not a tree in other places, red as fire leaves and branches, even the soil and stones of Fenghuo Peak are a little red and transparent.

Originally, this was also a unique flavor scenery, but Fenghuo Peak had a strange feature: it would reject the spirit of immortals, I don't know when it started, it seems to be so ancient and so, even if the immortals are masters do not understand the reason, so no one wants to go to Fenghuo Peak, and there are even a lot of strange rumors about Fenghuo Peak, fortunately, Fenghuo Peak and Wangtian Peak are far apart, and the endless mountains of the fairy world are standing, and no one will think of Fenghuo Peak over time. However, four years ago, a middle-aged man came to Fenghuo Peak with a thin little boy, everything has changed since then, they have been in Fenghuo Peak for four years, countless bantering eyes fell on Fenghuo Peak again, more disdain, a drunken maniac and a dead waste seem to be a good show, who in the world will have the leisure to care about such two people, but these two people make the people of the immortal clan "all eyes on".

In the depths of the maple forest on the top of the Fenghuo Peak, there is a bamboo pavilion faintly on the shore of a bay lake, the distant mountains are as slim as fire, the water near the water is faint and faint and reflects the autumn, the sound of the guqin seems to be far away and close to the sound is fluttering, under the ancient maple fire tree covered with autumn colors, especially see the red leaves such as butterflies, flying and blurry, at this moment the sword shines on the sunset, the sword light flickers and blurs, like the wind and thunder run, and like the flying phoenix dances lightly. With such a smooth sword move, if there is a kendo master here, he may not be able to help but be shocked. Because Wu Jian's is just a thin and thin figure, it looks like a kid under ten years old, but he has such attainments at such an age, what a terrible talent, but the word talent is so good at using it on waste? Sweat ran down the tips of the soaked hair across his cheeks, and then wet the placket, but the thin figure seemed to be unaware, the pale yellow cheeks were embarrassed with dirt stains, and the chapped lips trembled slightly, perhaps because the teeth were too dead. Wielding a black iron heavy sword as long as his height so fiercely, what kind of hardships should he endure at such a young age, only those dark eyes are as bright as the stars in the night sky.

With a soft shout, I saw the thin and thin figure, retracting the sword and whirling, jumping up in the air, standing in front of the chest with the sword in his right hand, and pointing at the auxiliary sword in his left hand, the slight cold light flashed on the tip of the sword, and a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, "Chop!" The childish shouting voice has a terrifying perseverance and perseverance, at this moment, it seems that the human sword is one, and it is one, this is the realm that many sword cultivators dream of, who would have thought that it would be displayed on a child who can't help but look weak, a sword light flashed, and it split the red iron rock under the ancient maple tree, "Boom!" The sound of the gold and iron clashing was accompanied by sparks, and the boy only felt a terrible concussion force coming from the tiger's mouth in his right hand, and the tiger's mouth with the scar was torn apart in an instant, and the boy's thin figure was directly bounced out, although he held the hilt of the sword, but the sword still flew out of his hand, and the "bang" sounded the most, and the descendants fell to the ground fiercely.

The sound of the piano in the bamboo pavilion trembled slightly, stagnated for a moment, and a faint sigh, a middle-aged man in the bamboo pavilion sat quietly on the window, and the small window was in the middle of the lake, although he could not see the boy's martial arts, the middle-aged man seemed to be like a mirror, and everything was clear in his heart. The man has plain clothes and long hair, and there is a kind of unruly prodigal son of the rivers and lakes, but if you look closely, you may find that the eyes that are as deep as the sea of stars hide a trace of imperceptible vicissitudes. He habitually grabbed the wine jug on one side and took a few sips, looked at the girl in white who had been hidden in the middle of the lake for a long time, frowned, shook his head slightly, and drank violently, put down the wine jug, and resumed the uninhibited and frivolous smile.

The boy struggled to get up from the ground, looked at the undamaged red iron rock, his eyes were full of unwillingness, and finally turned into resoluteness, and the blood of the tiger's mouth was torn unconsciously, and his thin body staggered to the sword, and with great difficulty picked up the sword on the ground, the corners of his mouth grinned, and he took a painful breath "hiss", and then raised the sword again. The girl in white in the middle of the lake, her body trembled slightly, her peerless face, two lines of tears quietly dripped into the lake, she couldn't hold back anymore, Ling Bo tread water like a breeze and quickly approached the lakeside.

The middle-aged man whispered: "If it is really a heavenly immortal, the aura is extraordinary, such a terrifying talent is enough to shock the ancient and modern, maybe it can break the ban of the immortal clan, hehe, the immortal emperor, my good virtuous brother, am I really wrong." The man flicked his fingers at will, and when the finger fell, a force instantly hit the sword in the boy's hand, and the sword body let out a wail, and came out of his hand, and he didn't even have time to react, the boy waved half a move before he felt that there was no sword in his hand, and when he turned around, he saw that the sword had been deeply pierced into the hard red iron rock. The girl in white who had just come to the lake stopped, looked at the red iron rock incredulously, and there was a look of horror in her eyes, could it be that he had returned.

"Master, I'm 。。。。。。" The boy looked down in shame, he must have disappointed the master, they were right, I was really just a waste.

A neutral and rich voice remembered in the boy's ear, "You kid don't want to die, how can I spread your mud and can't support the wall" The middle-aged man in the bamboo pavilion said as if he remembered something, shook his head, raised the wine jug and drank again, drank the last drop, shook the wine jug, seemed not to believe that the wine was finished, and then put his eyes on the mouth of the wine jug to look at it, and threw the wine jug aside in a boring way, and then said: What's wrong with being a waste, I am an old waste, and my apprentice is of course a little waste, Do you look down on your master and me, or do you look down on waste like them? ”

The boy lowered his head, as if a light flashed through his heart, and he didn't know how to answer: "Master, I ......"

The middle-aged man asked again: "Okay, then you tell me what waste is, do they say you are you, they say you are not, they say you are not?" "Then what do you live for, so that others don't call you waste?"

The boy felt a thunderbolt flash in his mind, was stunned for a moment, a glimmer of wisdom flashed in his eyes, and said, "Master, I was wrong. ”

The man nodded with satisfaction, and his figure was already leaning on the branch of the ancient and thick maple tree next to the boy, and he was holding the wine jug in his hand, his eyes were slightly focused, and he muttered to himself, "What a pot to cross the red dust, a drunken years to forget the river, like a dream for eternity, now that this wine is exhausted, whether you have woken up from a dream, whether it is drunk or drunk, hahaha!" ”

The boy looked at the master who came to his side in a daze, and had a different illusion, the master has changed more and more obviously over the years, but there seems to be no difference when you look closely, there is a feeling that you can't explain it, the master is sober.

"Boy, what are you watching me do, are you wondering if this drunken maniac will be sober today" The middle-aged man looked at the boy playfully.

The boy blushed and couldn't help but "Huh? After thinking about it, he hurriedly said: "No, no" After thinking about it, he hurriedly said: "I mean the master has always been very sober." ”

The middle-aged man said in his heart that if this stupid boy hadn't experienced a catastrophe and misery at a young age, and he was too obsessed with it, it would be quite interesting, and the girl in white hiding in the forest on the side couldn't help but smile. The middle-aged man stroked his beard and said in a matter-of-fact manner: "You kid listen, people can't only live in their own world, let alone in other people's worlds. ”

The little boy thought for a moment and asked, "Oh, master, how should I live?" ”

The middle-aged man smiled, and the corners of his mouth hooked: "This is what I just said that you live for, people live so simply, just to understand how you should live?" ”

The little boy only felt that it seemed to be very reasonable, "Then the master I want to be a strong man, they say that I am a waste, but I don't allow them to insult the master, but I can't beat them, I don't want Sister Xian'er to always worry about me and protect me, she has suffered too much grievances for me, I think one day I can also protect her." ”

A trace of memory flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man, so similar words, as if he saw his childhood self, although it was too far away, but it was still so clear, I swear, one day I will become a strong man...... "Strong, very good, but if you want to be a real strong man, you don't rely on hatred and anger, they can give you strength, they can also give you destruction, if you want to be strong, you must have a strong heart, this is the beginning of the road to the strong." ”

The little boy's mind echoed the words of the master over and over again, this was his ninth year in the fairy world, and he still didn't know where his parents and his family were. Who the hell are they? He has experienced too much sadness and suffering, maybe it is a miracle to be alive, maybe it is better to die, he has endured too much that he should not bear at this age, but for the sake of Sister Xian'er, for the sake of the master, he told himself that he must live well. (To be continued)

Author's message: Stopped for a long time, many reasons, too much helplessness, I'm really sorry, thank you for all the time, Fu Yu said that as long as there is a person who is still no matter how difficult it will be written, Fu Yu is not a professional writer, to work, to live, so maybe the update will be a little slow, I hope to understand.

I've reimagined it for a long time.,Work during the day.,Start to catch up with the manuscript at night.,I promised to publish in October.,But it's not more for a long time.,A lot of chapters are lost.,I added new ideas on the basis of the original.,Some places have to be straightened out.,Write, write, delete and delete is always dissatisfied.,Sometimes I sat until the early hours of the morning and didn't write a word.,So I prepared some saved manuscripts.,I hope to keep one or two more changes a day after I start posting.,There are previous chapters that will be deleted.,Re-upload.,Because there is new content added.,You can re-read it from the new first chapter., Thank you for your support and ask for recommendations.

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