Soon after the Shura field closed, it was already dusk.

The scenery in the distance is hazy, and several pairs of unknown birds fly to the sky and enter the painting.

In spring, the climate is always a little humid, and at the top of the highest mountain of the lonely mountain, there is still a thin layer of snow that has not melted.

A few clear crane chirpings came from the deepest part of the clouds.

The most intense competition of the three days has ended, and some of the disciples are relieved, and at this moment they want to sleep comfortably on a wooden bed or eat three bowls of rice with a few pieces of braised pork.

Some people are happy, and some people are sad.

For those disciples who were defeated in this big test and did not have a teacher, they were naturally not in a good mood. Some are even ready to punish themselves by going on a three-day hunger strike. There are also people who quickly come out of this bad mood, defeat is defeat, which can only show that they have not worked hard enough, even if they starve to death on hunger, what can they change?

......

Zhang had already returned to the messy courtyard.

A few stars shone in the sky.

The wooden door was pushed open with a clatter, and the room was also very messy, with the quilts piled up on the bed, and the washing water resting in the basin without being emptied......

He placed the sword in his hand somewhere at random, and lay down on the bed himself.

Soon the voice in the sword dissatisfied: "If you were a sword, I would use it to chop wood, cut ice and scrape fish scales, and finally throw it into the garbage heap." ”

Zhang Ze already felt that something was wrong, got up and picked up the sword, and put it on the table lightly.

"Senior Yu, I didn't mean it, can you have a little omen every time you appear, otherwise you will be like a ghost and scare people to death. ”

The strange voice in the sword said: "I am a ghost, an old ghost who has been dead for twenty years. ”

Zhang Ze had already thought about it, felt that it made a little sense, and hurriedly shook his head and said, "I've been with ghosts for a few months." ”

The voice in the sword said, "It's rare that you call me a senior for the first time. ”

Zhang Zeji suddenly asked, "Can you tell me your story?" ”

The voice in the sword was silent for a moment, and then said, "Are you in the mood to listen to my story?"

Zhang Ze nodded seriously and said, "Now that I have advanced to the final five, I am even closer to the sword test." Although I promised you to become the first in the sword test, I want to know a little bit about you now, I can't not know what kind of person I am helping, ugly or good-looking, whether he was an old pervert who ruined countless cabbages or a big villain who did all kinds of evil during his lifetime, whether he deceived his teacher and destroyed his ancestors, and whether he did some unsightly things. ”

It was getting dark.

The wick the size of a soybean in the room lit up, emitting a dim glow.

The sword lies flat on the table.

After a long time, the voice in the sword said: "My story is not long, if you want to listen to me, I will tell you, many of these things I have forgotten." ”

At the last moment of my life, I crossed that high mountain, which was beyond the reach of the vast majority of practitioners in the world. There are only two people in the entire Canglan Continent who can cross this realm, and they are out of the lonely mountain together, one is the first generation of the head Long Chengzi, and the other is Senior Brother Xiziyu.

When I reached the summit of that high mountain, I saw a sight that I had never seen before, and I couldn't tell the mysteries of it. It was an endless ocean, with blue deer, huge whales, flying fish, mirages, and a very beautiful song.

I soared into the sea, as if I had merged with heaven and earth.

Everything in heaven and earth is also integrated into my body.

I see more clearly.

I see that the world is not the only one.

There is a sky beyond the sky.

Six.

That's when I suddenly wanted to take a look.

A sword pierced my heart, a dagger plunged into my head, and I sank into the sea like an abyss.

Stele.

Maybe because my cultivation intention was too strong before I died, so my soul was immortal after death, and I sent my will to this imaginary tablet in the cave sky.

Twenty years.

My sword is called the Sword of the Heavenly Clouds, and it is the nameless sword on the table at this moment.

......

I grew up without a father, my mother was a prostitute, the prettiest woman in town, I can't remember her name, only those hazy fragments of memories, and those screams when I complained.

When she was eight years old, she died, and I don't know what the disease was. So I worked in the green building to support myself.

When I was eleven years old, I was deceived into virginity by a prostitute, she was thirty years old, she looked like an old sow, and when she lay on the bed, the flesh of her body would slowly spread out and pile up like cream, and she demanded that I have to be with her every night. Later I killed him, a blade I had sharpened for months, but her flesh was so thick and laborious that she screamed louder before she died than she did in bed.

I fled from the Qinglou,

Stray.

Wandering all the time.

I met my brother.

He took me up to the Lonely Mountain, and from then on I embarked on the path of cultivation.

For decades, I was immersed in penance and did not ask about the world, so few people knew my name.

My name is Chen Ziyu.