One morning, a year later, a waterfall hung down from the valley, and the sound was deafening. Under the waterfall, a young man was naked, holding a black iron sword weighing about dozens of catties and waving it, looking very good-looking with every move

I saw a low cry from the young man's mouth, and then a sword stabbed out, the trajectory of the move was difficult to change, only a burst of bombing sound, a deep pit was blown out on the surface of the waterfall, and the figure holding the sword rotated one hundred and eighty degrees in the air, and fell into the water.

The boy is the night star. At this time, Night Star was already ten years old, probably because of his long-term cultivation, his figure had grown by more than half a head, and he looked like a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, his skin looked much darker after a long time of sun and rain, and his long messy black hair was scattered around his waist at will.

After going ashore, as usual, the iron sword was plunged into the ground and sat cross-legged on the boulder. took out a bloodthirsty pill from the ring and put it in his mouth, followed by a fever in his abdomen, which instantly spread throughout his body, and his body suddenly burned like a fire. As the aura of heaven and earth entered the body and the sea of consciousness was activated, the sword qi in the dantian slowly became more solidified, and after half an hour, the night star opened his eyes: "It is estimated that if it goes on like this, it will be able to break through to the swordsman level in another month."

That's right, Night Star cooperated with the cultivation of the Bloodthirsty Pill and broke through to a high-level swordsman half a year ago.

"Let's cultivate here today, and go back to see the master first."

Walking through the usual fork in the road towards the cave, in the middle of the basin, I saw Simon Fengshen sitting cross-legged on the stone steps of the cave.

"Master—" Nightstar saluted as he came to him.

"There is something I don't understand about my cultivation recently," Wei Wei opened her eyes and said kindly.

"Back to Master, no," Night Star bowed his head and said.

"To cultivate one, you need to work hard, you don't want others to deny it, you have to work harder, you have to remember that the edge of the sword comes from the sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. You are my only disciple, and you are also the most proud disciple in my life, and being able to accept you as an apprentice is the most correct thing to do for the teacher in this life" After speaking, he got up and walked back.

"Master," the night star looked up and said hurriedly.

I saw Ximen Fengshen waved his hand: "Life encounters are always caught off guard, and parting is mostly planned for a long time, there are always some people who will slowly fade out of your life, you have to learn to accept slowly instead of missing, after I die, the amorous sword will be left to you, for me to pass on." As soon as the words fell, the figure disappeared in front of the cave.

"Master...", a mournful voice came from behind him.

Nightstar fell to his knees on the stone steps, his shoulders swaying up and down, tears welling up unconsciously, and an indescribable pain rose with the blood, into the atrium, and deep into the bone marrow. Although I knew that there would be such a day sooner or later, I didn't know when I really came that it hurt to the bone marrow.