There was a roar, and it rained above the dreary sky. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At first the raindrops were delicate, then the rain poured down, making the road to the top of the mountain a lot muddy.

The young man's face became bitter, and he sighed when he saw that there was still more than half the way.

The young man was dressed in white, and his handsome and delicate face made people look very comfortable, but because the rain wet his body, the young man looked a little haggard at this time.

"Hey, Master, who is that person, it's raining so hard, he's still reaching the top, is he also a disciple of our Burial Sword Sect?" At the foot of the mountain, a passing girl looked at the young man in white and asked the old man beside her suspiciously.

The old man sighed, looked at the white-clothed young man with a very complicated gaze, and said with regret: "Qin'er, you just came to bury the Sword Sect, it's no wonder that you don't know this son, as a teacher, I'll tell you about this son." ”

The girl glanced at the young man in white curiously, as if the young man in the distance had a very peculiar magic, which made her want to know very much.

"This son's name is Ning Wushuang." It seemed that this name was very legendary in the Burial Sword Sect, and the old man's words revealed a kind of amazement.

"Ning Wushuang?" The girl blinked, the old man's amazement, she was still seeing it for the first time.

"Sixteen years ago, Xiaoqing, a disciple of the sect master, went out to practice and brought back an abandoned son, and that son was Ning Wushuang."

"Originally, no one paid attention to Ning Wushuang, but when Ning Wushuang was six years old and tested his talent, he lit up the Nine Sword Pillars"

The girl's pupils involuntarily shrank.

When she tested her talents, the sword pillar lit up four times, and all the elders at that time were like treasures.

"Master, why hasn't he cultivated at all?" Qin'er calmed down and asked puzzled.

The old man's eyes were complicated, and he was silent for a long time before he slowly spoke, "Because the sect master does not allow him to cultivate." ”

Qin'er's delicate body trembled, although she had just come to the Burial Sword Sect, she had long known about the authority of the Burial Sword Sect Master.

The decision made by the sect master has always been made, and no one in the Burial Sword Sect dares to resist.

At this time, she finally understood why her master was amazed when he said Ning Wushuang.

It was not an exclamation, but a pity, or a heartache.

She looked at Ning Wushuang, and her extremely beautiful eyes showed a little sympathy and regret.

"And he...... Willingly? Qin'er asked suddenly, but her tone became weaker and weaker, because she thought of what was the use of Ning Wushuang even if she was unwilling.

The old man smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Naturally unwilling, but this is the original agreement." ”

Qin'er was puzzled and looked at the old man, "Master, what is the agreement?" ”

The old man touched his gray beard and laughed heartily.

The piano on the side was very puzzled.

"In the Burial Sword Sect, the old man is the most obedient to this son, maybe the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, at that time, he actually dared to ask the sect master in front of all the disciples why he didn't let him cultivate."

Qin'er's eyes widened, as far as she knew, no one who dared to disobey the sect master's orders had ever had a good end.

Ning Wushuang actually questioned the sect master in person, and in front of all the disciples of the Burial Sword Sect, Qin'er couldn't help but become even more curious about Ning Wushuang.

"I don't know why, the sect master didn't punish him, but just agreed with him that if he could climb to the top of this sword tomb, the sect master would let him cultivate."

"And this son was also stubborn at that time, and he turned his head and went back and began to climb the peak, this climb is ten years, every day, no matter how windy or rainy."

The old man said, the approval in his eyes was undisguised.

"Ten years? There hasn't been a single break. Qin'er was shocked, she didn't expect Ning Wushuang to be so persistent.

"This Sword Tomb Peak, with the old man's current cultivation, it is extremely difficult to reach the peak, and this son has no cultivation at all...... Embarrassed him. The old man sighed.

Qin'er on the side was silent, looking at the white-clothed young man who was wet by the rain, and an inexplicable thing rose in his heart.

And Ning Wushuang's name and appearance were completely engraved in her mind.

She clenched her fists, biting her lip, and a trace of mixed emotions drifted through her eyes.

"Qin'er, it's time for us to go." The old man said.

Qin'er nodded, glanced at Ning Wushuang complicatedly, and then left with the old man.

Ning Wushuang, who was on the muddy road, looked at the heavy rain that had not abated in the slightest, and smiled bitterly.

He stopped struggling, waved his sleeves, turned around and walked down the mountain.

And the further down you go, the less invisible pressure you have on your body.

This path of Sword Tomb Peak is naturally attached to an invisible pressure.

The higher you go, the more pressure you put on you, and the more difficult it is to take steps.

When it rains, the invisible pressure is more than twice as strong as usual.

Moreover, the path of this Sword Tomb Peak is quite peculiar, and every next day, it will push people to the foot of the mountain.

So to reach the top, you have to do it within one day.

"Sect Master, old man, I hate you, if you are planted in my hands one day, I will make your life worse than death." Ning Wushuang was finely broken and vented the anger in his heart.

But in fact, he was extremely afraid of the sect master, and for some reason, whenever Ning Wushuang saw the sect master, he felt a feeling of horror in his heart.

Between complaints, Ning Wushuang had already descended to the foot of the mountain.

Then he walked towards the house where the disciple lived.

The Burial Sword Sect is a small sect of cultivation in a remote corner of the Nanzhou Continent.

The sect is surrounded by mountains, and beyond the peaks, there is a bottomless stream.

Such terrain has allowed the Burial Sword Sect to live for thousands of years.

And the Sword Tomb Peak is the inner peak of the Burial Sword Sect, and on the top of the peak, there is a person living, and that person is the Sect Master of the Burial Sword Sect.

……

Although he didn't have the slightest cultivation, in this cultivation world where the weak eat the strong, Ning Wushuang was not discriminated against.

All the disciples of the Burial Sword Sect remembered that Ning Wushuang had lit up the sky-high light of the Nine Dao Sword Pillars at the beginning.

Although Ning Wushuang has not yet cultivated, they have enough reason to believe that as long as Ning Wushuang can cultivate, he will definitely be a peerless powerhouse.

"Senior Sister Xiaoqing, I'm back." Ning Wushuang pushed open the dilapidated door and shouted loudly inside.

As soon as the words fell, a shadow walked out of the house, and a stunning woman like a fairy looked at Ning Wushuang with gentle eyes.

The woman's pink lips and red lips are gentle and elegant, and she is wearing a blue floral skirt, with her appearance, which is enough to bring disaster to the country and the people.

Seeing Ning Wushuang's soaked robe, Xiao Qingxiu's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and then scolded, "Shuang'er, how many times have I told you, no matter whether you reach the top or not, you must take care of your body, why don't you listen." ”

Seeing the worry on Xiaoqing's face, a warm current surged up in Ning Wushuang's heart.

Scratching the back of his head, he trotted to Xiaoqing's side and apologized, "Senior Sister Xiaoqing, I'm sorry for worrying you." ”

Xiao Qing shook her head helplessly, and with a wave of her hand, a cyan aura surrounded Ning Wushuang's side.

A moment later, all the rain on Ning Wushuang's body had evaporated.

"Okay, don't have a next time, the food in the house is already hot, hurry up and eat it while it's hot." Xiao Qing glanced at Ning Wushuang, but a smile still appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Senior Sister Xiaoqing is so good." Ning Wushuang took advantage of Xiaoqing's inattention and kissed Xiaoqing's crystal clear face, and then rushed into the house.

Xiaoqing shook her head helplessly, "You kid, really, no big or small." ”

Ning Wushuang smiled, and then began to gobble down the fragrant food on the table.

"Slow down, no one will rob you." Xiaoqing walked over to Ning Wushuang and sat down, and said softly.

"Senior Sister Xiaoqing, the food you cook is so delicious, I really want to be able to eat it for the rest of my life." Ning Wushuang said vaguely while eating.

"It's sweet in your mouth." Xiaoqing said with a smile.

"Senior Sister Xiaoqing, you are really good to me, when I can cultivate, I will definitely protect you."

Hearing this, Xiaoqing was stunned for a moment, and then pursed her lips and smiled, "If you have this heart, Senior Sister Xiaoqing will be content." ”

"By the way, Senior Sister Xiaoqing, do I really have no parents?" Ning Wushuang ate and said unintentionally.

Xiao Qing on the side was stunned again and fell silent, and it wasn't until Ning Wushuang looked at him that Xiao Qing woke up.

Looking at Ning Wushuang with a simple face, Xiaoqing sighed slightly, "It's time to tell you......"

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