Chapter I. Pure sun snow is deep.

At first, Ye Gucheng just felt a little cold.

Since his internal strength has been successful, he has not experienced the magical feeling of cold for many years.

Instinctively taking a breath of cold air, Ye Gucheng was a little surprised that he could still feel the ups and downs in his chest. He clearly remembered that Simon Blowing Snow's last sword—the momentum of that sword seemed to be able to split the heavens and the earth, and it seemed to be a stab that deserved to be stabbed forward—a stab that every child who had just learned the sword could do. But the elegance of that sword can be said to be the only one seen in the life of everyone present.

After all, a sword that could be submerged into Ye Gucheng's chest, who could have seen it elsewhere?

The hand subconsciously touched his chest, and Ye Gucheng was stunned for a moment. He was sure it was his hand. However, the bones of the hands were soft, and the fingertips and palms did not have the thin calluses honed by the sword in the past. There is no doubt that such a pair of hands does belong to Ye Gucheng, but it is not Ye Gucheng as the lord of Baiyun City.

"Little Master, I'm about to go to the Pure Yang Palace."

A middle-aged man's voice sounded, he stood half a step behind Ye Gucheng, and he did not raise the young master because he was young, but became more and more deferential and cautious. Seeing Ye Gucheng's slight pause, how could he know how Ye Gucheng's heart was surging, he just thought that the young master was young and a little tired walking on the snow leading to the Pure Yang Palace.

"Pure Yang?" Ye Gucheng paused slightly. He was already a governor at the age of five and had been practicing swords for two years. He will not be mistaken, when he was five years old, he did go out to practice swordsmanship, accompanied by the housekeeper at home. But at that time, he worshiped the Bashan Sword Sect, not the Pure Yang Palace in the mouth of the housekeeper now. Moreover, he had memories of the next thirty years, but he had never heard of the name of Pure Yang at all.

The housekeeper was stunned, but he still dutifully explained to Ye Gucheng: "Yes, now the servants are just going to escort the little young master to the Pure Yang Sword, this is what Madame meant." Mrs. studied under the pure yang jade void a vein Taiyin Zhenren, that day Mrs. was seriously ill, afraid that the young master would be helpless, so she forced the sick body to kneel in Huashan for three days, Taiyin Zhenren agreed to let you worship the pure yang, from the Taiyin Zhenren first apprentice Chongyi Dao Chang to learn the sword, now Mrs. Sanqi has passed, the little young master should be on the pure yang. ”

After listening to the housekeeper's words, Ye Gucheng nodded slightly and stopped speaking.

He was only five years old, but Ye Gucheng's face was calm, and his eyes did not look left and right like ordinary children. He walked calmly under his feet, his well-made brocade boots stepping on the snow, but he made only a faint sound, which he should not have made if he were young now.

But no one knows the turbulent waves in his heart now.

He was sure that this life was not a dream, because there would be no such real chill of falling snow in a dream. But everything here is indeed different from the previous life. In his previous life, he lost his father when he was young, and his mother was the noble daughter of the Xie family in the South China Sea. Although his parents are only a faint shadow to Ye Gucheng. But Ye Gucheng is also clear, his mother is a well-bred lady, and she knows how to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she will never be involved with a Jianghu sect.

Pursing his lips slightly, Ye Gucheng continued to walk forward.

-- He thought that everything was over, and that he had no regrets. His past life was gone, and he didn't know what the point of doing it all over again. Rao is Ye Gucheng, who is so firm that he can look down on life and death, is also a little dazed in his heart at this moment.

He didn't know how to go on from here, but he just had to go one step at a time.

"Where is my sword?"

The voice of the little boy who was not tall seemed to be mixed with the falling snow of the pure yang, and the butler who was buried in his head was a spirit, and subconsciously took a sword that was a little short, but glowing with jade-like light from the little boy on his side, and held it in front of Ye Gucheng with both hands.

Ye Gucheng suddenly took the sword.

Although this sword is not a black sheath long sword that he has never left since he became an adult, nor is it an overseas cold sword elite, it is also not unfamiliar to Ye Gucheng.

Yunshui sword, was used when he was a young man to practice swords, until ten and four, he used his sword to break the twelve villages of bandits on the sea, the way of the sword was first completed, and then this sword was submerged into the sword mound in Baiyun City.

The sword is already in hand, even if the future is unpredictable, this life is weird, the old things are no longer true, and Pure Yang is also an uncertain place, but Ye Gucheng is already fearless.

After walking for about half a day, Ye Gucheng and the others had already traveled to the bottom of Huashan. Looking around, there seems to be nothing on Mount Hua, only a hundred zhang of green pines and snow.

A figure wearing a high crown and a blue robe on a white background walked vaguely towards them. Ye Gucheng glanced behind him, on a piece of snow, except for the slight end that was swept up by the wind, there was not even a single footprint.

This person's light work must be good. Ye Gucheng's heart sank, and he silently clenched the sword in his hand. He's only five years old! Although this body is only five years old, Ye Gucheng has been immersed in the way of the sword for thirty years. A supreme master who has been practicing swords for thirty years, even if he succumbs to the body of a five-year-old child, his sudden burst of sword qi is still not to be underestimated.

Even if it is a person who does not practice swords, he will feel that momentum by Ye Gucheng's side at this moment, not to mention that Chong Yi is already a good player.

The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and Chong Yi's gaze paused for a moment in Ye Gucheng's sword-holding hand, and he sighed for a long time: "Good sword." ”

He didn't despise the person in front of him because he was only five years old, on the contrary, Chongyi's gaze was very pure. What he saw was not the person in front of him, but the sword in front of him. As soon as he entered the pure yang, Chong Yi was also an idiot for Xi Jian.

Ye Gucheng's gaze also stayed on the long sword behind the Chongyi Dao Leader in front of him. The scabbard of that sword was simple, but it was different from every sword Ye Gucheng had seen before. The bloody aura of this sword is thick, and the souls under the sword are unknown, but there is no trace of ruthlessness. It's like the person in front of him is not a cultivator who has never killed anyone, but he is still clear and clear, and he has his own fairy wind bones.

Chong Yi noticed his gaze, untied the long sword behind his back and placed it in front of him: "The name of this sword is Zhishui." The heart is like the meaning of stopping water. ”

Ye Gucheng nodded, "It's also a good sword." ”

Chong Yi was silent, but there was no smug look on his face, he just returned the sword into the sheath, looked up at the top of Mount Hua that seemed to rise into the sky, and said: "There is no difference between superior and inferior swords, only the difference between the high and low sword hearts." ”

Before Ye Gucheng could say anything, Chong Yi had already stopped. Now there is no way out in front of them, and since the appearance of the Chongyi Dao Chief, the housekeeper of Baiyun City has retreated with his family. Since the Anshi Rebellion in the Tang Dynasty, Chunyang has been hidden. If you are not a child of the Pure Yang Palace, you can't enter the Pure Yang if you have nothing to do, and the housekeeper still understands such rules.

Chong Yi turned around, with complete solemnity in his voice. He leaned over and looked at Ye Gucheng at eye level, and then said: "Pure Yang and Snow are deep, although it is not completely isolated from the outside world, it is not far away. Now, if you want to enter the Pure Yang, although it is Senior Sister Xie's last wish, you still need to be cautious. ”

Ye Gucheng didn't speak, but the pair of cold star-like eyes calmly looked at Chongyi.

Chong Yi looked at his eyes and said word by word: "I specialize in the way of swords in Chunyang Palace, and there is a cloud in the Tao Te Ching: goodness is like water, and water benefits all things without fighting." Whether you fight or not, it will surely run through your life of practicing sword cultivation. If you choose to join the Pure Yang Palace, you still need to make a spiritual vow at this moment: "The path can be walked, but it is no longer the path taken by ordinary people; What is the name, you must have the heart of heaven and participate in the supreme sword! "Pure Yang Qing Cultivation requires perseverance and perseverance, are you willing to accept the Dao Sword Qing Cultivation that has obtained the supreme martial arts, enter my door wall, and become a formal disciple of Pure Yang? 【1】”

To fight or not to fight.

Ye Gucheng read the two words carefully, and thousands of old things came one after another. After all, he is not a five-year-old child, he knows the past of Baiyun City, and he also understands his responsibility. If he erases all his personal hesitation and helplessness, and covers it up in a word, wouldn't the life of the Baiyun City Lord be exhausted with the four words "fight or not"?

The Ye family in the South China Sea is the bloodline of the previous dynasty, and the pain of losing the country extends into the bloodline of every Ye descendant. After a long time, he couldn't understand the pain and hatred that the elders in the family said, but he, Ye Gucheng, as the head of the Ye family, could not fight?

But what if you fight? The shattering of mountains and rivers is not what Ye Gucheng imagined, the imperial power is ethereal, and disputes will inevitably arise again in the world. He has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, how can he be willing to fall into the red dust? He protects the well-being and joy of the people of a city, and how can he hope that there will be another dispute in the world?

To fight or not, for Ye Gucheng, it was a dilemma.

However, Chong Yi also said that all pure yang disciples can take the road, but it is no longer the path taken by ordinary people; What is the name, you must have the heart of heaven and the supreme sword.

When these words came into his ears, Ye Gucheng's heart shook violently. The load that had been hanging around him seemed to loosen a little, giving him a chance to breathe. Yes, the road ahead is far away, but it is not the road of yesterday. At this time, he vaguely understood the choice of his mother, who had no chance to see him in this life-she knelt for three days to break the deadlock for her child and lead him to another path. However, she can no longer protect this child to go on.

It's really a mother's heart. Holding back the reddish eyes, it was not until this time that Ye Gucheng's face showed a slightly relaxed expression. As if the haze had dissipated, he repeated the oath of the Pure Yang Palace word by word.

"Okay" Chong Yi stroked his palm and smiled, and then said, "From this moment on, you are my official disciple of Huashan Pure Yang Palace." I hope you can stick to today's words, if you are foolish, ask your heart with a sword, and seek the way. ”

Looking at the childish cold star-like eyes in front of him, Chong Yi nodded slightly, and then picked up Ye Gucheng and made a ladder cloud vertical, and disappeared into the vast snow.

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