The mist is shrouded, above the green peak, wanting to pass through the clouds, the drifting white clouds are more elegant through the fog. Under the clouds and smoke, there is a green mountain, overlooking down, the green mountain is like a veil, hazy.

The name of the green mountain is called: two sleeves mountain.

The green mountains are divided into two, and in the middle is a low valley, the valley is quiet, a waterfall descends from the peak, the "bubbling" sound of the stream, and the birdsong in the mountain forest, adding a poetic taste to the valley.

The peaks of the green mountains on both sides go straight up, the ends of the low end are connected, and the peaks spread out, up and down, looking like two big sleeves clasped.

"Two sleeves", two sleeves breeze, an elegant atmosphere hidden in the sleeves, a big arm flick, two sleeves a wave, there is no lack of pride.

Hence the name.

There is a mountain villa embedded in the two sleeve mountains, and it is called the two sleeve mountain villas in the name of green mountains. The owner of the village, Mu Dean, who once traveled the world and traveled the world, has now retired here and built such a mountain villa, only looking for a quiet in his heart.

The whole mountain villa is set against the green background of the green mountains and green forests, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the brick walls and rubble are also beautiful. Although there are no splendid palaces here, and there are no exquisite pavilions, it is because of this simplicity and ordinariness that it is more immortal and beautiful.

Walk through the villa, walk to the top of the green peak, look at it from afar, there is a pavilion at the top of the peak, the breeze blows, and a cool feeling swells through the heart. Standing in the pavilion, looking down on these two sleeve mountains, the majestic mountain of green mountains, the clouds and mist on the green peaks, and the winding and twisting of the mountain paths, you can see it all.

Looking closely, the pavilion is supported by four big red pillars, and the four corners of the roof are upturned, although there is no special decoration and carving, it can be seen here, but it also looks chic, a kind of interesting tranquility.

At this moment, in the pavilion, there is a young man sitting cross-legged. The young man had black hair and a shawl, with an angular and carved face, about fourteen or fifteen years old, not very old, but there was a trace of stability between his eyebrows.

The young man's eyes were closed, his body was straight, and his hands were on his knees, as if he was cultivating. But seeing that his eyebrows trembled slightly, and beads of sweat slipped down his forehead, a painful expression appeared on his face, as if he had encountered some problem?

The boy gritted his teeth, struggling in pain to maintain some balance in his body, and despite the pain, the boy didn't seem to have any intention of giving up.

After about another moment, the young man exhaled, his eyes slowly opened, his eyes were full of disappointment, he lowered his head and muttered: "Still not good."

When the boy was depressed, a girl came to the top of the peak, the girl's hair was draped over one shoulder, her eyes were as clear as morning dew, her skin was fair and shiny, and her green and red dress revealed a kind of delicate and elegant.

The girl stopped her light steps and called out softly, "Brother Xuan", and when the young man heard the sound, he wiped the sweat beads on his face, and got up and walked towards the girl.

The breeze blows, and the corner of the girl's dress also rises with the wind.

The young man came to the girl, with a handsome and cold face, looking at the girl with calm eyes, and asked, "Yunxi, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong, what's wrong, Brother Xuan, what time is it at this moment?"

The girl was slightly angry and pouted and stared at the young man, who only then did he react and looked up at the sky.

The sun was scorching, and at this time, it was already noon.

It's noon, it's time to eat.

The young man's expression moved slightly, with a hint of shame, and said lightly, "I forgot."

The girl didn't mean to blame the young man, and then, the girl's eyelids raised slightly, stared at the young man's eyes, and asked a little speechlessly, "Brother Xuan, ...... you?"

The boy knew what the girl was going to ask, took a deep breath, shook his head gently, and his face was as calm as ever.

The young man's name is Ling Xuan, and he is the youngest son of the prince of Chaoxuan today, with a noble status, but unfortunately, he has a strange "madness" since he was a child, when the madness attacks, his eyes are red, his muscles are tight, and the pain in his heart is unbearable, like the bite of ten thousand insects.

Not only that, but madness also brought about another result, that is, it was impossible to open the pulse and not be able to cultivate. According to the witch doctor, Ling Xuan is an innate yang vein, which is extremely rare in the spirit vein, so it is a pity that he has such a talent.

The opening of the pulse is the beginning of every practitioner, and if the spiritual pulse is not opened, it will not be possible to cultivate. Ordinary cultivators, generally around the age of five or six, could open their pulses, but Ling Xuan still couldn't do it when he was seven years old, and it was also the first attack of madness that year.

Despite this, Ling Xuan never gave up the idea of cultivation and insisted silently. Since then, Ling Xuan has tried thousands of times, but the result is still unsuccessful, and this insistence is eight years, insisting on the same thing every day, but the result is the same.

The aura of the two-sleeved villa gathers in heaven and earth, the scenery is beautiful, and after the madness of the year, Prince Xuan sent Ling Xuan to the two-sleeved villa to meditate.

As a result, over time, Ling Xuan has cultivated an indifferent and calm personality and attitude, and he is extremely calm and calm when encountering anything, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, and not in a hurry.

The girl is Mu Yunxi, the daughter of Mu De'an, the owner of the Two-Sleeved Villa. At this time, Mu Yunxi saw that Ling Xuan shook his head, and also lowered his head, his expression showing sadness and regret opposite to Ling Xuan.

Ling Xuan touched Mu Yunxi's head, "Don't feel sorry for me, I've gotten used to it for so many years." ”

Ling Xuan paused for a moment and said, "Okay, it's not too early, let's go back to eat." ”

Mu Yunxi nodded.

Ling Xuan and Mu Yunxi walked side by side towards the bottom of the mountain, the two of them had not taken a few steps on their front feet, at this time, two black and white figures suddenly flashed out of nowhere behind them, and then, I saw two men dressed in black and white appear behind the two, and followed Ling Xuan towards the bottom of the mountain.

The man in black is named Black Dragon, and the man in white is named White Tiger, these two black and white brothers are masters specially sent by Prince Xuan to secretly protect Ling Xuan, and Ling Xuan has long been accustomed to their protection without a trace.

Ling Xuan returned to the villa and had lunch in a hurry, in the afternoon, Ling Xuan watched the disciples of the villa practice swords, and the young man in the lead was the best in practice. The leading young man is named Mu Yunyi, the young owner of the Two-Sleeve Villa, and Mu Yunxi's elder brother.

As the name suggests, the two sleeves are breezy, the two sleeves are waved, and the breeze will rise, this swordsmanship is soft and rigid, and the body is elegant, like a branch, which seems to be slender and soft, but it is full of strength and ruthlessness.

Ling Xuan was also familiar with this set of swordsmanship for a long time, and he remembered every move clearly, but because the spiritual vein could not be opened, the move was just a showcase, and it was powerless.

In the world, the aura of heaven and earth, through heaven and earth, practitioners can use the aura of heaven and earth to improve their own cultivation, the higher the cultivation, the stronger the power of the moves.

"Okay, that's all for today, and then you can practice separately. ”

Mu Yunyi stopped, took the sword behind, and said to the junior disciples, then looked at Ling Xuan on the side and walked towards him.

Mu Yunyi came to Ling Xuan's side and sat down, Ling Xuan said, "You are getting stronger and stronger now, you should break through the Quadruple Realm now!"

Mu Yunyi nodded, "I only broke through to the Quadruple Realm not long ago. Then, the conversation changed, "How's it going? You haven't had a seizure of madness lately, have you?"

Ling Xuan said: "Occasionally, just meditating here, my mentality has improved, and the number of times is much less than before. ”

Mu Yunyi nodded, and didn't say anything more, the two of them didn't dare to mention the matter of opening the pulse in front of Ling Xuan, for fear of hitting Ling Xuan. But in fact, Ling Xuan didn't feel anything, after so many years, as he said, maybe he was really used to it.

......

Time passed, in the blink of an eye, dusk came.

Gradually, it got dark, and night fell.