The green mountains are like daisies, the flowers and trees are fragrant, the strange peaks are numerous, and the pavilions are innumerable.

In the center of the mountains, there is a peculiar peak, high into the clouds, clouds and mist, like a sharp sword, piercing the sky, as if to pierce the sky out of a big hole.

A winding staircase leads between the mountains to the bottom of the Sword Peak, where there is a wide square.

On the empty mountain road, there is only one figure that is not slow, holding a broom in his hand, and is slowly cleaning every staircase.

The cleaning is slow and meticulous, as if to sweep away every speck of dust, and only when you go up the next staircase, you will gently raise your head, revealing a green face, and her eyes are demented and confused.

The long staircase, it took a whole day to clean under the sword peak, the wide square, only a lonely figure, standing there in a daze, looking up at the sword peak covered by clouds and mist, with infinite confusion and doubt in his eyes.

The boy only knew how to clean the mountain road regularly every day, and he didn't know anything else, not even who he was, his mind was completely blank, and he couldn't remember everything in the past, as if the world was empty, and he himself appeared here out of thin air.

Day after day, year after year.

The young boy grows up slowly, still cleaning the ladder every day, still cleaning extremely meticulously, with the passage of time, so that the teenager has become different, it seems to be sweeping away the dust on the ladder, but in fact it is cleaning the dust in his heart, every time he sweeps away the dust on the ladder, he will make his heart more transparent, and he will recognize himself more clearly.

Whether it is a mundane matter or a practice of enlightenment, it will slowly make our hearts become chaotic, and it is easy to be covered with dust, which not only messes up our minds, but also blinds our sight, so that we can no longer find our innocent selves.

For cultivators, it is the most deadly, and cultivating to a high and deep depths will often give birth to terrible demons, causing the Dao heart to collapse and the body to die.

Only by introspecting oneself every day and constantly condensing one's state of mind can we be consistent and embark on the road to the top.

The original teenager has grown up, and the confusion in his eyes, with every cleaning, will be swept away little by little, and the light in his eyes is getting brighter and brighter, like bright stars slowly removing the cover of dark clouds.

On this day, the moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and the young man stands under the sword peak to meditate, his heart is ethereal, transparent, and there is no trace of distractions, this is the real heart of a child.

Suddenly, from the top of the sword peak, a middle-aged man floated down, Dao bone fairy wind, with a wave of his right hand, rows of weapons, presented in front of the young man, swords, guns and sticks, there are many types.

The young man only felt that the middle-aged man was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it, and then he looked down at the countless kinds of weapons placed on the ground, only to see that the young man unconsciously walked straight to a long sword, stretched out his hand and held the hilt of the sword, and with a bang, he pulled out the long sword, and the sword body was as bright as a mirror, reflecting the cold moonlight.

With a flash of light, the long sword instantly broke through the air, drawing a graceful arc, revealing a fine light in the young man's eyes.

One sword after another, the young man became more and more engaged, and his eyes became more and more fanatical, as if the long sword did not split the air, but cut through all the obstacles in his heart, so that his own heart was always clear and transparent.

With a wave of his right hand, the middle-aged man took away all his weapons and floated away without a trace, as if he had never come.

From then on, under the sword peak, every time the sun sets, there will be a figure, constantly waving the long sword, there is no complete swordsmanship, let alone a profound sword move, only the ordinary swing, whether it is a straight stab, or a chop, or an oblique flirtation, all by the youth at will, do not stick to all forms, only the deep love in the heart.

Because of love, you will focus, you will devote yourself wholeheartedly, and you will always maintain your pure heart.

Each of us will have one thing we love the most, and that is our early dream, if you don't have it, it's because you haven't found it yet.

However, as we enter the society, we have experienced countless temptations, and learned countless skills, but we have forgotten our original intention, every time in the dead of night, there will be a trace of regret and confusion in our hearts, and in the end, only a weak sigh remains, which is very regrettable.

However, for cultivators, only by entering the world first can they hone their state of mind, and then they will be born, if they can't find their original intention, then they can't jump out of the fetters of red dust, they can't find their own martial arts path, let alone form a Taoist heart, only blindly practice for a lifetime.

Whether it is in the past life or in the present life, Ye Yifei's experience can be described as wonderful, it is because he has experienced too much that his heart is completely blinded, he can't see himself clearly, and he can't find a way out, although his mood has made a breakthrough, it is just the result of Hongchen's tempering.

And now, he has completely forgotten everything and re-found his original intention, which makes him feel like he has been reborn.

On this day, standing under the sword peak, looking up at the night sky, the black pressure of the clouds and mist was extremely low, which made him feel depressed abnormally, but he couldn't vent it, which made people extremely aggrieved.

All night, standing still, until early in the morning, he went to clean the stairs again, and for several months, it was like this, which made the depression in his heart stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, one day, the weather was sunny and cloudless, Ye Yifei, who had just finished cleaning the stairs, looked up and saw the sword peak that pierced the sky, the momentum that pierced the sky made his heart tremble, and he was suddenly full of pride.

"My long sword will be like a sword peak, piercing all obstacles, even if heaven and earth cannot block my way."

"Break!" shouted, and the long sword stabbed into the air with a powerful momentum.

With a bang, something in his mind shattered instantly, and countless pieces of information poured into his mind like a flood that burst the embankment, making him stunned.

"It turns out that everything here is a fantasy." Ye Yifei stood under the mountain peak, completely cleared his thoughts, and suddenly came to his senses.

"Since it's an illusion, then break it for me!" he shouted, and the sword slammed into the air again.

And this sword has a strong intention of dividing and destroying.

With a snort, Ye Yifei's soul body felt a sharp pain, as if the long sword just now was pierced on his soul body.

"Hmm, how can this be? It is one with my soul body? If you break this illusion, won't you break your own soul body?" Ye Yifei was dumbfounded, but the next moment, his eyes returned to clarity.

"Hmph, even if your soul is broken, I will pierce you, and don't want to hinder my steps."

With a loud shout, the long sword stabbed out violently again, and the soul body trembled again, and the pain was incomparable.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break the illusion, which made Ye Yifei's eyes even more crazy.

"Explode for me!" shouted, and the long sword not only destroyed the true intent with the golden qi, but also carried a powerful blast to destroy the true intent.

Boom, the heavens and the earth shook violently, as if they were about to be shattered, Ye Yifei's face suddenly turned pale, and his soul body was dizzy, as if it had been torn apart.

"Hmph, break it for me!" This time the long sword was not only really unexpected by the destruction of the golden fire, but also with a kind of crazy soul destruction true intent, without a trace of hesitation in his eyes, and bombarded out violently.

Boom! A loud bang not only resounded in the air, but also resounded in the depths of Ye Yifei's soul, giving him the illusion of being completely destroyed.

"Ah!!h

What is real destruction? Even if you destroy yourself together, you have to take the initiative to attack, completely regardless of any consequences, this is the purest destruction, but also the most terrible destruction, just imagine, how ruthless people who don't even let go of themselves must be.

At this moment, Ye Yifei finally found his own destruction, and it was also the sharpest destruction, so far, Ye Yifei's destruction sword path was officially formed.

The more painful the head, the more terrible the eyes became, and the more violent the attack.

One sword, two swords, three swords......

When the thousandth sword was drawn, there was a loud bang.

Then there was a bang, and the heavens and the earth trembled violently, completely shattered, but Ye Yifei's soul was also shattered together.

Instantly plunged into darkness, life and death are unknown......

"Not bad! Not bad! It is rare to have such an awareness! Only after breaking through and standing up can we realize the true way of destruction."

A faint voice came from the void, with a hint of relief......

ps: Work is too busy, only time code words after work, modified a few times, are not satisfied, everyone forgive me (to be continued.) )