In the far north of the empire, there is a lone peak high in the clouds. The lonely peak dials thousands of feet, from the middle of the mountain peak from the mountain color from brown to gray, and then upward, it turns into a piece of silver white. The silver-white mountain has been invaded by the cold wind and freezing snow that has been blowing for many years, and the fragile parts have long been gone, and the rest are hard and smooth parts. Even if you are a master mountaineer, you can climb to the middle of the lonely peak at most. Further up, the difficulty is almost as difficult as climbing to the sky.

The top of the lonely peak is hidden in the clouds and mist, and only occasionally when the clouds open and the sun shines, can you see the peak like the tip of a silver-white spear. On weekdays, it's more like now, but today the weather is bad and the rain is pouring down. The rolling clouds were even more flickering with electric light, and from time to time a clear blue thunder light would be drawn on the mountain peak, which would explode a large area of electric light, but the debris that could fall off was pitiful. This lonely peak has been beaten by wind and rain for many years, and I don't know how many thunderstorms have been carved, and the upper half of the mountain is even mixed with a large number of crystals, making the lonely peak hard and hard, and a few thunderstorms can only split a puff of stone powder.

The electric light in the rain clouds, flashing from afar, rolled and advanced through the clouds. From time to time, it lights up and illuminates the entire sea of clouds. And the brightest place in the sea of clouds is actually at the top of that lonely peak. There, the electricity and light converged, like ten thousand snakes gathering, and it seemed to gather a sea of electricity. In that sea of lightning and thunder, thunder, fire and lightning flashed continuously, all of which struck towards the top of the mountain.

Looking from a distance, I saw that in the rolling thick clouds, the thunder and fire that kept falling were shaped like funnels, and the tip of the bucket naturally pointed to the top of the lone peak. Above the top, a bright yellow flame stream could be faintly seen turning and spinning, constantly pumping above the electric light that fell from the sky. When the two collide, a large canopy of fire will explode. The flow of fire is nearly a thousand meters long, whether it is slashed horizontally or vertically, or rotated like a wheel, it is condensed but not dispersed, but it is like a long sword condensed by flames.

But who can turn fire into a sword to fight against the might of heaven and earth?

At this time, if someone can pass through the layers of clouds and mist and climb to the top of the lonely peak, they will see that the fire flow is actually composed of thousands of long swords condensed from flames. Between every movement of this kilometer flame stream, endless sword intent was revealed. On top of the lonely peak, someone stood with his hands in his hands, and the stream of fire made of ten thousand swords swirled around him. I didn't see the man move a finger, but this stream of fire seemed to be manipulated by an invisible hand, and it was extremely flexible between movement and stillness, and the thunder in the sky was exploded one by one.

It's just that the lightning and thunder are flickering, and the clouds are circulating, and the person's face can't be seen clearly. At this moment, the sea of electricity in the depths of the clouds suddenly lit up, and a hundred and ten lightning lights thundered down together, and seemed to be pulled and twisted into a force by an invisible force field, like a thunderbolt spear thrown by the gods.

A string of laughter rang out in the midst of the storm, and the swirling stream of fire suddenly froze, and then thousands of flame swords dispersed, spreading all over the surrounding thousands of kilometers of void, erecting a sword wall. In the mist, the man finally moved. With both hands behind his back, one of his arms was raised and pointed at the thunder gun that was blasting at his head. The sword wall hummed, and ten thousand swords fired together, sweeping the Dao Dao tail flame and rushing up.

From a distance, it was like a waterfall of fire rushing into the sky, crashing into the thick thunder gun. The two collided in the void, and hundreds of energy storms exploded so frequently, stirring up thick clouds and rolling around, slowly rotating with the Thunder Spear Flame Sword as the origin.

Eventually, the clouds suddenly brightened, and several thick streams of fire exploded in all directions. The stream of fire was like a sword, cutting through the thick clouds, forming several cracks in the clouds that were up to 100 meters wide and unknown in length! Sunlight poured through these cracks, slowly climbing up the undulating earth below.

Then the lightning disappeared, the clouds cleared, and the downpour stopped.

After the rain stopped, someone on the top of the lonely peak stepped on the void volley, and then jumped down and swooped down against the mountain. When he was about to hit the ground, the man stretched out his hand and pressed down, and a circle of flame ripples suddenly appeared in the void, and the reaction force made the person's figure rise instead of falling. Floating up a hundred meters, it slowly descended.

He descended to a platform, but it was one of the many terraces of the castle. The castle is located on the gentle slope of the bottom of the lonely peak, and is built against the mountain town. The castle is built purely of huge stones, with thick walls and high walls, long window minarets everywhere, and vaulted cornices abound. The black-iron openwork gate was locked, revealing a deep smell of loneliness, and I don't know how long it had been since anyone visited this castle. The square in front of the castle is even more scattered with weeds, and there is no pruning. The stone carvings, which are works of art, climb vines from nowhere, making the castle even more eerie.

On the terrace, the sunlight gradually crept into every corner after the rain clouds cleared, and naturally fell on the man. At this time, I finally got a glimpse of the whole picture, and the man was obviously not young, with traces of years between his eyebrows. It is not difficult to imagine from his facial features that he must have been a handsome man who caused young girls to scream. And even though his youth is passing away, his sword-like outline has an indescribable majesty.

The man has thick black hair that is rare in the empire, and his mane is gray, hidden in the black hair, which does not show twilight, but is a little more elegant. His clothes are all exquisite, golden and jade, and extremely noble. His eyes were like lightning, full of determination, and slowly swept over the stone and wood under the ancient castle. Suddenly, the weeds in the square, the vines carved in the stone, and the moss that climbed the thick walls of the castle suddenly flashed from the inside out. It didn't even have time to burn, and these things were turned to ashes. When the wind blows again, the ashes disperse, and the eerie feeling of the castle is swept away.

At this point, a smile escaped from the corner of his mouth: "This is what I remember." ”

The door to the terrace behind him was pushed open, and an old man with wrinkled, overgrown shifts and thinning hair was dressed like a butler. Walking into the terrace with the help of the two maids, the moment he saw the man's back, the old man's eyes blurred, his dry eyes flowed out of tears, and he exhaled softly: "Young master." ”

The man who did not change his face in the face of the violent thunder, but his shoulders shook violently because of this softer cry. Then he turned around, a complicated look in his eyes, and nodded: "Butler Charlie, how many years have we not seen each other?" ”

"Twenty years! It's been nearly twenty years, my little young master ......" The old butler pushed away the maid's support and staggered towards the man.

The man took a step forward and appeared in front of the butler, stretching out his hand to support the old man. The old man lifted his age-spotted hand and landed tremblingly on the man's face. This action made the two maids behind almost exclaim, but they gave the man a sharp glare, and swallowed back the exclamation in his mouth. The man's gaze drooped, and his gaze softened. The old butler didn't know what was going on behind him at all, he just said in a trembling voice: "It turns out that I didn't dream, little master, you are finally back." It's back. ”

"Yes, I'm back. Charlie, thank you for taking care of it for me for so many years, and now that I'm back, you don't have to hold it up alone. I will restore this castle to its former glory. I'll get everything back that belongs to me, and that's where it starts! The man said solemnly.

The old butler only nodded his head, and could not say half a word.

At this moment, the sound of a horse neighing was heard, and the man looked back. Beyond the castle, a team of horses marched in the direction of the castle. The castle's black iron gates open on both sides, allowing the horses to enter the castle square. The old butler pushed the man away regardless of etiquette, and came to the stone fence at the edge of the terrace by himself, watching the crowds surging in the square, listening to the long-lost boiling voices, and the old tears were all over the place.

After twenty years of silence, the castle has finally come to life!

Over the next few days, the castle underwent extensive restoration work. Scaffolding was erected everywhere, and the figure of workers appeared in every corner of the castle. The weed-filled gaps in the square needed to be repaired, the facades had to be reinforced, the iron doors and windows had to be repainted, the rat-bitten carpets had to be replaced, the cobweb-strewn cellars had to be cleaned, the corridors had to be filled with potted plants or armour, and the walls of the castle rooms had to be painted with oil...... There was so much work to be done that even the owner of the castle had to be careful to avoid the workers and the objects in their hands as he walked around the castle.

I finally came to a study that had just been cleaned up, and only half of the corner of the study was cleared out. Workers were also busy laying new carpets, removing broken bookshelves, and rehoisting an ornate chandelion from the roof of the room. So to be able to have a chair to sit on, the man is already very satisfied. As soon as he sat down, the middle-aged butler, dressed in a tuxedo and wearing white gloves and shiny hair, walked over and handed the man two envelopes.

The man took it, waved his hand, and told the butler to go down, there was still too much work in the castle that needed the butler's assistance, and staying by his side would be of no use at all. After the butler left, he looked at the two letters. The clay on the two envelopes is different, which means that the two letters came from different places. The castle was in ruins, and there was no letter opener in this study for him to use, so he didn't pay so much attention to it. Stretching out his tail finger, he flicked off the letter with the wolf motif.

There were only a few sentences in the letter, but the man's face continued to be gloomy. Eventually, with a grip of his fingers, the letter suddenly burned out in his hand, leaving a few pieces of paper ash with sparks remaining.

The workers in the study were stunned, and their faces turned pale, and everyone could see that their master was now angry. However, the man's cultivation was excellent, and anger flashed in his eyes, and he regained his composure and said lightly: "Continue to do your work." ”

But he knew that if he stayed, the workers would only be absent-minded, so he left the study with another letter in his arms, which finally relieved the workers.

The man came to the terrace that descended from the lonely peak that day, facing the vast world outside the fort, and stood with his hands in his hands. Then a woman's voice rang out behind him: "Honey, you look unhappy. I thought you would be happier back here. ”

When the man heard this, he quickly turned around, frowned, and said, "Why did you come out." It's windy here, so go back to your room. ”

Although it is a reprimand, the meaning of concern in the words can be heard even by a deaf person.