He caught a glimpse of the old master's face becoming more and more ugly, this was the first time he had seen the old master with such a look - a trace of anger in his sighs, and a little regret in his doubts......

"Isn't it just that you want to go to the top, isn't it Senior Sister Zhao who is practicing here......

Ho Ho consciously talked a little more, and without waiting for the old master to turn his head, he hurriedly shut up.

"The hair hasn't grown, you know?"

As he spoke, the old master jumped up and landed at the end of the almost transparent white light, and the white light tore through the clouds and went straight to the peak.

Ho Ho stuck out his tongue at the backlight, still standing in place.

"If you don't keep up, do you want you to follow the sword in the sword shrine?!"

The voice of the old master came from above the floor, and Ho Ho slowly got up and chased after him.

......

The more you go up, the more deeply you feel the chill of the five words "the height is not cold".

It's not that the eyes of those disciples who have successfully broken the mirror and washed the marrow under the clouds, and it's not that the temperature has been extremely lowered at this altitude.

In fact, he can't say what the reason is, in short, this chill is unforgettable.

And that Born Dao Seed had been in such a place for a whole year.

Through the clouds, the old master was very puzzled, how did he know that Yiyi was resting here?!

Zhao Yiyi's cave dwelling peak, the entire floating mountain, only the old master and Hao Hao knew about it, and even the masters of each peak did not know.

Yusheng wanted to know, naturally he had his way.

Just one fruit a day is enough.

Kuroksuru is not bound by any sword formation, and of course he does not follow anyone's orders.

The crane was related to the rain.

Yusheng didn't go to the top of the cliff, whether he was incapable or had concerns in his heart, the old master didn't dig into the reason, as long as he didn't go, he would rest assured.

The sword intent here is no worse than that of Sword Valley, and it can not be parried after only ten breaths.

The old master saw that Yusheng was still stable at this time, and he couldn't make any waves for a while, so he left his sword intent and sent him down the mountain.

......

There is a small col on the southeast side of the top of the floating mountain, in which the roots of this poplar tree from the end of the Quaternary Era are miraculously preserved.

Over the years, the roots of the tree have long been integrated with the mountain rocks.

Zhao Yiyi practiced in a cave "built" by tree roots and mountain rocks.

When Yusheng climbed up and stood in front of the tree hole with his bare hands, Zhao Yiyi walked out of it.

"You're here!"

Yu Sheng couldn't hear the slightest hint of inviting him in to sit down from her tone, so he hummed casually.

"It's very high, it's cold, but it's quiet. Zhao Yiyi walked to the edge of the cliff and stood in front of Yusheng and said.

"I just want to say that your family also lives in Yong'an Fang. ”

Yu Sheng glanced at those ice-like eyes, as if he remembered something.

"You climbed so high just to tell me this?" Zhao Yiyi asked in her heart, she was not very good at chatting, and she was not good at answering.

"Hong Lao was only four years old when he took me up the mountain, and I don't remember anything before I was four years old. Zhao Yiyi said very seriously.

I don't remember!

These four words are more real than the chill that Yu Sheng felt before.

"I'll come up again!" Yusheng prepared to leave.

"No, I'll go down the mountain before the Sword and Fairy League. It didn't take long. Zhao Yiyi suddenly felt a little nervous.

Yusheng smiled and said, "yes! It's not long. ”

Zhao Yiyi also smiled faintly.

That smile is no more, no less, just right.

Obviously, Zhao Yiyi didn't understand the meaning of Yusheng's two sentences.

But the old master understood, if Xue Yang heard it, he would also understand.

The black crane has not appeared for seven days, and even the old white camel has not looked as indifferent as in the past few days.

The stars in the starry sky of the southern sky are mostly dim, and the seemingly mild morning breeze and evening breeze can always smell the slightest chill.

Zhao Yiyi went down the mountain and Yusheng knew.

These changes have nothing to do with her.

At first, Yu Sheng was intoxicated by the warm sunshine and ignored these complexities.

Until the neighing of the green oxen in the valley sounded again.

Yu Sheng threw the broken soil that he had grabbed in his hand down the cliff, and he didn't look at the swallow wings made of broken soil and weather, his eyes fell on the void and savored the cow cry echoing between the peaks.

At this time, the peaks of Fushan were either practicing swords, meditating, or chewing scriptures, whether it was a disciple who had just started, or a disciple who had broken the mirror, and even the teachers and elders of each peak were shocked by this sudden cow sound.

The voice was too familiar, and it was slightly unfamiliar.

Twenty years later, even a person can be forgotten, let alone a cow!

However, 20 years ago in Fushan, especially those who have been there recently, will not forget.

"What's wrong? You see, Elder Cui has never looked like this. ”

A young man who had just entered the door pointed with his chin to the stone steps, his brow seemed to be locked, and one arm hung in the air, not knowing whether to raise or put it down.

The slightly older Nanjian disciple who was asked on the side replied in a low voice:

"I don't know, it's not like Senior Brother Beitang's green cow. ”

Behind the boy, a slightly outstanding young man exclaimed:

"Could it be there!?"

The young man behind him said, his gaze falling to the heights.

The disciples who heard his voice nearby also turned their gazes to the heights.

At this time, a young man named Weichang saw them like this, and smiled:

"The vertical son said in vain, the grandmaster's mount was released to Qingshan as early as twenty years ago......"

Wei Chang is the chief disciple of Nanjian and has a high prestige among the young generation of Nanjian and even the entire Fushan.

He is the only disciple of Nanjian who is expected to break through the fourth layer of the Initial Realm, the Tonghui Realm, within two years.

"Yes, since you have been released into Qingshan, how can you come back?!"

A female disciple chimed in.

Hearing the discussion of the disciples, Qu Yibai of Bigu in the depths of a deep valley in the Nanjian slowly opened his eyes.

Uncle Qu's lips opened slightly and said:

"It's coming. ”

The sound was so light that only a mosquito that happened to pass by its lips could hear it.

A sword shadow flew out of the valley and landed in the clearing in front of Sparkle Roll Pavilion.

"The scenery on the mountain is very good, but you have to have the ability to go there. ”

Qu Yibai's voice suddenly became like a deep bell.

Everyone was still immersed in asking where the sound of the green cow came from, and the respected master stood in front of him and didn't notice it.

"Master, the apprentice knows his mistake. ”

Seeing Qu Yibai in Bigu for several months, the disciples felt very cordial and admitted their mistakes in unison.

So one by one, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, they all worked hard to get up.

"Ying'er, come. ”

He didn't often walk through the crowd, and the wind brought by his feet lifted the robes of the disciples on both sides.

"In extraordinary times, you have to take care of your teacher. Nanjian is the southern gate of my Fushan Sect. ”

Qu Yibai tried his best to lower his voice so that only one person could hear it.

"Master, is it really ......?"

Before he blurted out the words that were not often followed, Qu Yibai signaled him to shut up.

"Go ahead! It's going to be the Sword League again. ”

......

That day, he did not often follow the four elders of Nanjian down the dry stream and came to the dry stream beach to inspect the sword formation.

In the twilight, when the five of them stood on Ganxi Beach, they were swayed by what they saw, and fell into a long silence.

Dry Creek Beach is an empty meadow, the size of four fairy sword platforms.

It can accommodate all the Fushan disciples to practice swords here.

The entire dry creek beach was covered with a small red flower like blood.

The florets have four petals.

This small flower is called the flower of the sun.

The four petals symbolize the four peaks of the east and west, north and south of the floating mountain, and more than 200 years ago, the four peaks were led by four beautiful sons.

Back then, the four sons fought against the four elders of the Abyssal Land on this dry stream beach.

The two sides fought hard for 9,981 days and nights, but no winner was decided.

The four princes did not completely reduce the pressure on the main peak, and the four elders of the aliens held their swords on this dry stream beach.

Later, all the places that were stained with the blood of the fourth prince were full of small red flowers.

The red flowers don't bloom every year, but every time they bloom, something important happens.

The last bloom was sixteen years ago.

Back then, Sikong Lord Qian Nanhao was tragically destroyed.

The day before the crime, Yi Zhongxing, who had just been in charge of the sword vein of the Fushan Sect for four years, saw patches of blood-like four-petaled red flowers on this dry stream beach.

I don't often look at the flower that is strong enough to devour the afterglow of the sunset.

It seems that he feels the blood of the four sons, and he can even see the four sharp swords hidden under the flowers.

"Do the four uncles know about this flower?"

"I, the Fushan Sword Master, did not dare to forget the bloody battle two hundred years ago. ”

The elder surnamed Cui replied.

In this case, the disciple should immediately inform the Master. ”

As soon as Wei Chang's voice fell, he suddenly felt that someone had entered the sword formation, and then said sharply:

"Someone created a formation. ”

As he spoke, he drew his sword and got up, ready to rush into the sword formation.

"Ying'er, go back and tell the Venerable Master that the person who came is Wang Ziyang, the minion of the millet man. The eldest elder ordered.

Wei Chang looked at the four sword lights that entered the sword formation together, sighed and turned to leave.

That Wang Ziyang has been dormant in Lingnan for more than seven years, and the four elders can't have the upper hand when they join forces.

......

The entire Fushan Peaks have not yet figured out the origin of the sound of the green ox, and the sky above the dry stream beach is already full of sword intent.

After only ten breaths, the sword intent in the sky above the dry stream beach had disappeared.

A moment later, a black sword dragged its long tail straight towards the main peak.

What's even more strange is that none of the four peaks Venerable Master stepped forward.

Among the disciples of Fushan, there were many young men with flesh and blood, and they all couldn't swallow this breath noisily.

A young man with the "ambition" of a newborn calf in Xifeng had already drawn his sword, but was stopped by the dragoon.

"Master has something to say, no one can leave Xifeng half a step today. ”

The disciples were very puzzled by the words of the dragon rider, but they didn't dare to say anything, and they could only hold their breath one by one.

He turned his head to look at the rising black smoke, and his eyes were about to come out.

"What are you staring at, go back to me. Qu Yibai said sharply.

"Master, do you already know? Wei Chang was puzzled and asked:

"Why don't you save the four uncles?"

"They won't die in vain. ”

Although Qu Yibai was very firm in his mouth, he couldn't hide the heavy worry on his face.

Nanjian lost the four elders at once, this is not a trivial matter not only in the Fushan Sect, but also in the entire world sword dao.

And the black sword disappeared after a circle around the peaks of Fushan Mountain.

The atmosphere of the entire floating mountain as if facing a great enemy gradually dissipated with the disappearance of the black sword.

However, the disciples of Fushan, including Wei Chang, never swallowed that evil breath.

Just because the masters of each peak had words, the disciples could only transfer this evil qi to their daily practice.

There are also many disciples who simply vow to dedicate their lives to Fushan and swear to kill all those who commit crimes against Fushan.