【Sacred Tree Country: Blue Flower Mountain】

The Blue Flower Mountain of the Sacred Tree Country blooms with blue flowers, and even in autumn, the blue flowers do not wither. It's like tears from the stars, pure and moving.

Under a large tree in Jacaranda Mountain, there is a small grave. The man sits in front of the grave and drinks the wine in his hand.

In the golden autumn of October, the breeze blows the lawn. The man's brown cloak fluttered in the wind, like a goshawk with wings spread and flying into the blue sky. The man drank all the wine from the jug, wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth with his hands, and looked at the grave in front of him in a daze.

Birds chirped on the tombstones, and weeds grew around the tombstones.

There are a few lines engraved on the tombstone, which were written by the man ten years ago: Best friend - Bai Meiluo.

The man stood up, stuck an ancient holy sword in front of his best friend's tombstone, and said, "This sword is called judgment." However, before your death, you told me that a swordsman should have sword intent in his heart, so I changed the name of this sword to "Blessing". The sword of blessing, wielded for protection. ”

The man looked at the big blue tree in amazement, as if his best friend was in front of him, "It's been ten years, you, are you okay?"

The trees swayed and fell silent.

"I'm now the number one swordsman in the Tree Country, if you're still alive, you'll be very excited!" the man smiled, "Twenty years ago, we swore here that one day we would let the whole world remember our name. The sword hero is in the autumn wind and the sun, and the sword is crazy and the white plum falls. ”

Qiu Fengyang's long pale green hair fluttered in the wind, and he raised his head and muttered: "Now I have done it, Shuguo Sword Hao Qiu Fengyang, but there is no sword madness in the world." ”

Under the dark green eyebrows of the autumn wind and yang, the bright eyes began to become moist, and I still remember the young man who stood in the blue flower mountain and was proud of the world, holding a long sword, threatening to swing Kyushu with a sword.

In the autumn wind, the sword hero of the Tree Country, Qiu Fengyang, stood next to a tombstone at the foot of the Blue Flower Mountain, and no one could have imagined that the strongest swordsman in the Seven Kingdoms would cry here.

"I once promised to go with you to see the white plum fall, but now I don't have a chance. Qiu Fengyang stroked the rough tombstone and said in a low voice: "This time, I'm here to say goodbye." ”

Qiu Fengyang took out a long sword similar to a blessing from behind the tombstone, and said, "The streamer hasn't been opened for ten years!" Qiu Fengyang stroked the sword body and blew away the dirt on the surface, even if many years have passed, the sharpness of the streamer is still the same as it was back then, "This may be my last battle." You were right then, but the forces in the alliance were already ready to move. ”

Qiu Fengyang inserted the blessing back into the scabbard behind his back, and took the streamer in his left hand, "It's been ten years, and Gu Monroe is finally about to appear." It's time to understand the grievances between us. ”

"I know you don't want me to do this, but Gu Monro owes you a life, and he must pay it back. ”

Qiu Fengyang turned around, took one last look at the tombstone under the giant tree, and left.

"White plum falls. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid it would be me who died at the hands of Gu Monro!"

【Twenty Years Ago, Sacred Tree Country, Blue Flower Mountain】

The warm sunlight shone into the foot of the Jacaranda Mountain, and the green-haired boy practiced under the big tree with a wooden sword in his hand. The father of the little boy is a famous swordsman in Shuguo, and his name is Qiu Feng.

The little boy saw his father for the last time two years ago, and he still remembers that his father left the Blue Flower Mountain with a simple sword on his back, and told his six-year-old self without looking back: "Son, if I don't come back in three years, then I will never come back." ”

The little boy had never seen his mother, and every time he asked his father who Qiu Feng's mother was, Qiu Feng just smiled slightly, touched his head, and continued to practice his sword.

The little boy's name is Qiu Fengyang, which is the name given to him by his father Qiu Feng.

The autumn wind said: "The autumn wind brings slaughter, but the sun in the autumn wind brings warmth." ”

Qiu Fengyang looked at the back of his father's departure, and waited for two years under the Blue Flower Mountain. Every day he looked forward to his father's return and watched him practice his sword under the tree.

Gradually, Qiu Fengyang understood, maybe Qiu Feng would never come back.

On that day, Qiu Fengyang made a decent wooden sword for himself and practiced the sword under the giant tree. He told himself that he wanted to become stronger, to become as strong as his father, and one day, he would become a sword hero, a sword hero of the Shuguo.

Qiu Feng didn't teach Qiu Fengyang swordsmanship, but every day when Qiu Feng practiced swordsmanship, Qiu Fengyang would hide from a distance and watch blankly. Since Qiu Fengyang was three years old and sensible, he has watched Qiu Feng practice swords under the tree every day.

Every move and style of the autumn wind was engraved into the mind of the autumn wind and yang.

Qiu Fengyang picked up his wooden sword and danced under the tree, imitating his father's movements.

If you practice according to your father's movements, you should be able to become a swordsman!" Qiu Fengyang thought. So, from that time on, as long as he was awake, he did not put down the long sword in his hand. When he was tired, he fell down under the tree and slept quietly, and when he was hungry, he went to hunt in the blue flower mountain, and when he was lonely, he told his heart to the sword in his hand.

Qiu Fengyang thought, it's good to be like this for the rest of your life.

When he was eight years old, Qiu Fengyang still clearly remembered that it was dusk, and at the end of the sunset, he saw a figure.

Qiu Fengyang sat up, thinking that it was his father, but he didn't expect that it was a child of the same age as himself.

Qiu Fengyang walked away, landed lightly beside the child, looked at her with white hair and asked, "Who are you?"

"White plum falls. The child replied softly, pointing to the wooden sword beside Qiu Fengyang, and asked, "Are you a swordsman?"

Qiu Fengyang shook his head, "I'm not. ”

"What's your name?" Bai Meiluo's white eyes were as pure as ice and snow, "Since you're not a swordsman, why do you practice swords?"

"My name is Autumn Wind Yang, the sunshine in the autumn wind. Qiu Fengyang smiled and put the wooden sword on his waist, "I didn't come to practice swordsman, but to wait for someone." ”

"Wait for someone?" Bai Meiluo was a little puzzled, "Who are you waiting for?"

"My father, Autumn Wind. ”

Bai Meiluo looked around, and the blue flowers bloomed all over the mountains, like a beautiful scenery in a fairy tale, "How long have you been waiting here?"

"It's been two years. ”

"Do you have to wait?"

Qiu Fengyang was silent for a moment and replied, "Wait another year, and then don't wait." He saw the black long sword behind Bai Mei, which was incompatible with her white hair, and asked, "Are you a swordsman?"

"Yes, I want to be the strongest swordsman in the Tree Country. Bai Meiluo patted the hilt of the long sword on her back and said with a smile, "This black sword is called Streamer, it is my saber, and one day, I will become the sword maniac of the Tree Country." ”

"Are you a girl?" Qiu Fengyang asked in a low voice as he looked at Bai Meiluo's long white hair.

Bai Meiluo snorted, "What if it's a girl, isn't there a female swordsman?"

"No, no. Qiu Fengyang hurriedly waved his hand, "It's just that I'm eight years old and I've never seen anyone other than my father." You're the second person I've ever met in the world. ”