The man had really fallen asleep, and the cold wind was like a knife, but it couldn't blow the snow off his shoulders.

But what caught the eye was the black stone tablet next to the man.

It's been an unknown number of years, and it looks very quaint, with a few runes written on the surface of the tablet crookedly, as if scribbled.

Zhang Ze no longer paid attention to the man, but went over and caressed the stele.

The touch on the palm of the hand is very delicate and smooth, like a very pure piece of jade fat.

So the stele moved.

The runes on the stele also lit up.

An extremely dazzling light condensed from the surface of the stele, and those lights continued to distort and distort, eventually forming a whirlpool, and Zhang Ze had been sucked into the stele by the whirlpool.

A moment's notice.

Zhang Ze had already opened his eyes, and suddenly an extremely powerful sword intent came straight towards him, and he avoided it.

Zhang Ze had already looked up, and it turned out that there was a night dome above, dotted with stars, and countless Milky Way dodging, which seemed to be more real than the real world.

There are two moons and the same sky above the night dome, one moon is bluer, and the other glows red, which looks a little illusory.

There are countless mountains, countless rivers, forests, waterfalls, beasts, and a sea on the ground, like an ink chessboard, all-encompassing.

This is the world in the stele, called Senluo Dongtian.

"For decades, you're the only one to get in here. ”

Zhang Ze didn't realize where the man was, it sounded far away and like it was in his ears.

"Who are you?"

"My true body has long since perished in time. ”

"Interesting. ”

"All that is in this cave is my thoughts. ”

"So you're not human. ”

"Sort of. ”

"A wisp of ghosts, to be exact. ”

The voice said, "That sword boy, you don't look like a sword boy. ”

Zhang Ze has said: "Anything in itself is not actually himself. ”

The voice said, "What the hell could that be?"

Zhang Ze has already said: "Only he himself knows." ”

The voice said, "Maybe many people will never know it in their lifetime." ”

Zhang Ze said lightly: "That's just them." ”

Suddenly a* flew from the edge of the sky and fell into the sea.

Zhang Ze already felt that he was in a dream, and for a long time, he said: "In the end, I still prefer the cold and warm world outside, which knows that there is wind and snow." ”

The voice said, "That sword boy, I have a sword, are you willing to accept it?"

Zhang Ze has already said: "I don't want to, I don't practice and I don't practice swords." ”

The voice said, "Is it true that you have ventured over that cliff to this place just out of curiosity?"

"Curiosity itself is a big part of what it does. ”

The voice grew colder, and said, "Cats have nine lives, but they can't escape death, and after all, curiosity will cause trouble." ”

Zhang Ze said with a flat expression: "You want to kill me, but how do you do it?"

The real body is destroyed, and it seems that nothing can be done with a wisp of ghost.

But the next moment, his expression gradually changed, and countless swords suddenly poured out from the depths of the sea, enveloping him densely in the middle, and he would be scratched by the blade if he moved slightly.

The voice said, "Any sword here can kill you." ”

Zhang Ze thought for a while and said, "Kill." ”

It seems to be a casual but courageous answer.

When one of the swords was less than half a foot away from the center of his eyebrows, he continued, "But I'm willing to believe that you won't kill me. ”

The voice said, "You seem to be confident at all times. ”

Self-confidence comes from an attitude towards life.

Life will not treat him badly, and he will naturally live confidently.

Then the swords fell to the bottom of the sea.

The voice said, "If I kill you, you will die now, you will not accept my sword, and I will respect your choice, but I still want you to help me." ”

Zhang Ze has said: "How can I help you?"

Suddenly, something descended from the sky, but it was a sword, embroidered through, and it looked dirty.

Zhang Ze has already said: "When I first entered here, a sword came to me, is this sword?"

"This sword has no name, you can name it. ”

Zhang Ze had already picked up the sword, which was a bit heavy, and he was a little more handy, and he said: "Since the sword is nameless, it is called nameless." Speaking of which, how could you not cherish this sword so much?"

The voice said, "This sword is still rusty, and it needs to be sharpened." When it comes out of the sheath, it must be a very sharp blade! ”

Zhang Ze already held the sword in his arms and said, "Will this sword cause me some trouble?

The voice said, "Wear off its sword rust, and cut everything that comes." ”

......

Zhang Ze has already come out of the stele.

The wind and snow were still waiting for him, and the man next to the monument was still asleep, and the snow on his shoulders was deep again.

The voice said, "If you don't go and he wakes up, you're dead." ”

......

Zhang had already returned to the courtyard, where the snow was very deep.

Only then did he realize that there was a man waiting for him.

The snow on his body has not fallen, but the snow is still falling, indicating that he is a swordsman at the peak of Fuhu's realm.

Zhang Ze was already standing with his sword in his hand, and did not speak.

Yi Shi looked at him and said, "The mountain village is crazy and small, and it is really rude. ”

Zhang Ze had probably guessed that he was a certain instructor in Lingyun Palace, and he should have saluted and said hello, but he suddenly didn't want to.

Yi Shi glanced at him, looked around the courtyard again, and said, "Why don't you sweep away the snow in the courtyard?"

Zhang Zeji said: "The snow is still falling. ”

The snow doesn't stop falling, and it still falls after sweeping.

Yi Shi didn't expect his attitude to be so humble or arrogant, so he snorted and said: "The night is about to be released, but you are so lazy for his sword boy, if you continue like this, you can leave." ”

Zhang Ze said lightly: "No one can ask me to leave, unless it's him." ”

Yi Shi's expression became colder and colder, and he finally set his eyes on the sword in his arms.

The sword that looked very rusty and dirty.

Nameless Sword.

Yi Shi showed a contemptuous expression and said coldly: "I don't know where you picked up this broken iron, but since you have chosen the sword, it means that you have the heart to learn the sword, although your talent is ordinary, and you have made little progress in four or five years or even decades, but it is better than being idle now." ”

Zhang Ze had already looked at Master Yi and said lightly: "I'm sorry, I don't practice." With that, he pushed open the door and entered the house.

"The snow is still a little heavy, and if it's cold, I can make tea. ”

Yi Shi said angrily: "I want to see how long you can stay in the lonely mountain?"

When the firewood in the stove ran out, he filled it with new firewood and began to make tea.