The year of the A.D., the month of Meng Qiu. The wind is gradually declining, and it is the beginning of the world. Foreign bodies are arrogant, demon seeds are rampant, burning, killing, plundering, doing all kinds of evil, and the people are miserable, so the inhabitants of each continent take the alien race as the first enemy, and those who have gaps in the country abandon their previous suspicions, rebuild and rebuild, and the country's courtesy, show each other's fierce loyalty, and make an alliance with blood. However, foreign bodies are not ordinary things, and there are many people with monstrous strength, even if human beings are hurrying for thousands of miles, watching and helping each other, and moving their whole body, they can only survive temporarily according to the creation of heaven and earth, and their momentum has already fallen! In this critical autumn of survival, the heavens have given grace and sent down visions! It is night, the sun and the moon have no light, the rivers are boiling, it is the middle of summer and the sky falls on the snow, the Sanskrit sound is played lightly, the ethereal sound is absolutely sound, the thirty streamers bloom from the sky, and they are far away, flying in all directions, dragging the tail flame, rotten to give light, and the colors of the thirty streamers are different, for a while, the world is like a dream, overflowing with beauty and color. At the same time, a prophecy spread in the world: "The doom has come, and the holy devil has come." The king is a divine soldier, and the sword spirit is weak. ”

Five swordsmen were born, the two saints of demons, gathered together from all over the world, and the great plan of the Xing clan, since the banner of the five sword gods fluttered in the sky, it was vigorously burning the world!

——General History of the Mainland: Western Yuan

Twilight is four, and the flow of fireflies is dotted.

Snow-white waterfowl perch on the moonlit water's edge, comfortably swinging their feathers and playing with their long feathers. Their long, thin legs gently plunge into the calm surface of the lake, making the cool water soft and dreamy, rippling in circles. On the shore, the old trees are tall like peaks, like clouds, the evening breeze floats, rustling lightly, and the moonlight is hazy, and the shadows of the trees dance lightly in front of the indigo night, like a baby's lying place, containing the harmony of light yarn.

Not far from here, there is a soil mound, on which the wild grass is overgrown, although it seems that there is no fun, in fact, the wild flowers are in the meantime, sometimes hidden, like a blanket of changing fancy styles on the ground. The style here is even more unique.

Suddenly, the sound of rustling started, from far and near, as if someone was striding in, breaking the silence of this small world. The white bird was startled, and the water was shining, and it was loud. Suddenly, a silk cloud boot stepped through the grass.

This person is dressed in a black robe, about 1.7 meters, his face is hidden in the shadow covered by his hat, and the night is blurry, making it more difficult to identify his true face. This person's white left hand is holding a sword, the hilt is simple and atmospheric, the sword is cold and cold, the scabbard is simple and unpretentious, on it, there are several white silk entanglements, faintly, there seems to be a treasure light flowing under the white silk, like an illusion.

This sword is suddenly visible before it is unsheathed, and if it is ready to be struck, who can compete with it?

This person stopped here, saw the scene of the four rings seemed to be aware, he raised his head and looked at the sky Haoyue, and then looked around, for a long time, sighed suddenly: "Although the bright moon is full of Qianchuan, although the fireflies are with me, but I have no hatred at night, what kind of attitude should I walk on the road ahead? The small trees are unsheltered, the young eagles are helpless, and the fate is difficult, I am afraid it is extremely difficult to walk!"

The words were followed by another long sigh. His thoughts couldn't help but flow back to a few months ago.

The main peak of Tianxuan Mountain leads to Tianshan Mountain. Mingyue Pavilion, built by the cliff, jade step Zhuliang, Biwa Feiyong, green yarn slightly raised, wind chimes ringing lightly. The furnishings in the pavilion are far away from the atmosphere of the vulgar wells, and there is no sense of grandeur and luxury. Some are just dashing out of the dust, like the indifference and tranquility of the immortals. In the daytime, the distant mountains are verdant, the forests are green, the clouds and fog are around, and the ink is freehand. The best thing is that at night, the bright moon is as big as a millstone, facing the pavilion. When the breeze passes through the hall, pour two bottles of wine, admire the moon and go down the mountains and rivers, blow a Qingxiao, and startle the mountain birds, isn't it a great joy in life!

The founder of the Tianxuan Sword Sect was very happy with the bright moon in this night, so he personally inscribed it: Mingyue Pavilion.

In the early morning of that day, a middle-aged man in white stood against the railing, holding his hands, looking into the distance. Only one step ahead of him is a cliff, a volley, and there is no place below, which is terrifying. At this time, the morning fog is swirling in the distance, the breeze is gradually rising, and the flowing water by the stream is singing the song of Ding Dong, splashing with pearls, and refracting colorful light in the new sun.

Behind the middle-aged man, a young man approached, this young man had sword eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome facial features, and his eyes were like bright cold stars, deep and charming. He was dressed in a black suit, with long silver hair tied behind his back. Under the sunshine, the handsome nose casts a gentle shadow on the face, making it more youthful and heroic.

"Master, are you looking for me?" the young man's thin lips opened lightly.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man turned sideways slightly, and his long eyes flashed a kind smile: "Come, no hatred." ”

Ye Wuxian smiled lightly, stepped forward, and stood side by side with the middle-aged man.

"You and I have been apprentices for more than ten years, and time really flies. "There is no enemy master at night, the eyes of the Tianxuan Sword God are as usual, browsing the picturesque rivers and mountains in front of him.

"Yes, if it wasn't for the master's dislike at the beginning, the apprentice would still be living a wandering life now. ”

"Hehe, if there are so many wars and countless displaced people today, I can only do my part to save them. In recent years, my sword sect has taken in thousands of orphans who can cultivate, all of whom live in the outer gate, although they have the ability to cultivate, but their talent is not satisfactory, this number is more than the overall strength of my sword sect is useless, but it is still there to give them the ability to live in peace in troubled times. Tianxuan Sword God paused, turned his head to look at Ye Wuxian, and continued: "You are different from them, there is no hatred, you have outstanding qualifications, and you are a malleable talent, so I accepted you as an apprentice." If it weren't for that, you'd probably be treated the same as the orphans at the outer gate. ”

"Master, the apprentice knows. The master can take care of the victims in such a troubled world, it is already the master who has the common heart, the way to survive in this world is the law of the jungle, and it is reasonable for the master to take a fancy to my potential for the sake of the sword sect. ”

"It's good that you can think so, there is no such thing as a free lunch. If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight! Only with strength can you be favored by the world and become the darling of fate! Otherwise, everything is not to be discussed!"

Ye Wuqiu's heart shook slightly, and he said solemnly: "Disciple obeys the teachings!"

The Tianxuan Sword God sighed slowly, and said, "I have always cultivated you as the next generation leader. ”

Ye Wuqi was shocked when he heard this, and he was just about to shirk it, but was interrupted by the Tianxuan Sword God.

"Your senior brother Ye Luochuan is stubborn and self-serving, and his eyes are empty, and your second senior brother Ye Longchi is narrow-minded and can't tolerate people. Although these two are extremely talented, they are really embarrassed to use. Only you, since you were a child, you have suffered from the bitter cold, and your temperament is far stronger than your peers, and those who have become great have not only supernatural talents, but also perseverance, and I, in you, see this hope!"

The night was silent without hatred, and there was no shirk. He firmly believes that high positions have always been occupied by capable people. There is no reason for this.

Then there was silence. In the distance, the cranes are singing white clouds, loud from the wind, and two or three white cranes are bright and high, as if they have the ambition to reach the sky.

"The current situation of the Sword Sect is not optimistic. The Tianxuan Sword God's tone revealed a hint of worry. "The Black Devil Sword Sect surrounded and suppressed on three sides, but Tongtian Peak was not captured. Now, although I have sent 100,000 disciples to defend Tongtian, it is still not impregnable, and the Black Devil Sword Sect is attacking fiercely, and it is really unstoppable. ”

Hearing this, Ye Wu's face was like frost, and his palms were clenched into fists unconsciously. He said coldly: "Master, it's not impossible to break the net when the fish dies!"

The Tianxuan Sword God shook his head slightly: "The battle must be fought." But participating in this battle must be nine deaths, my Tianxuan inheritance has been thousands of years, and it must not be destroyed by my generation!"

"What does the master mean?"

"I will send the young generation to be sent out in batches, and the five most talented young people need to send a few swordsmen to escort them all the way. Each of the five peerless schools of Tianxuan holds one of them, the ends of the earth, change their names and surnames, and wait for a good opportunity to rise!"

A wave of heroism arose, and the hands of Ye Wuqi trembled with excitement, and he said loudly: "Tianxuan is passed down from generation to generation, and it will never be extinguished." When these Tianxuan youths grow up, heaven and earth will surely tremble again for the word Tianxuan! Even if it is the Black Demon Sword Sect, it is no exception!"

The Tianxuan Sword God glanced at Ye Wuxian, and the confusion in his eyes was even greater: "You can also go, go ahead, the world is your stage! Although the sword sect is big, it is not your destination after all." The dragon is in the pool, and he wants to go to the sky by thunder!"

The night was frightened, and he hurriedly withdrew and knelt down on one knee, and the young man's words were loud: "No, Master, you will take me in Tianxuan, then I am a person of Tianxuan in life, and a ghost of Tianxuan in death!"

Hearing this hard words from the man, the Tianxuan Sword God shook his head gently, with a loving smile on his face: "It seems that what I said earlier was in vain." The great task of reviving Tianxuan falls on your shoulders, how many years later should you stand up and announce to the world, my Tianxuan is not finished, my Tianxuan is back, my Tianxuan's goal is not only this, I Tianxuan wants to make all the clowns who have jumped in front of my house look up and tremble. Therefore, you can't die, for the sake of Tianxuan, for the glory, for the sake of my great faction to have hope of recovery!"

Glory, the night has no hatred, and the heart chews this bright word thousands of times.

"Zhuang, my Tianxuan!" Tianxuan Sword God stretched out his arms, his eyes closed, hugging these thousands of mountains and rivers, embracing this picturesque rivers and mountains, and even embracing this, which was marked with glory, the strange and magnificent Tianxuan!

Ye Wuqiu hung his head, his hands trembling slightly.

"No enmity, I will give you a gift for the teacher before leaving. ”

The night has no hatred and rubs the sword in his hand, for a long time, for a long time......