Four years ago.

"Kid, how did you get to this Cloud Suppression Peak? There are cliffs here, and you can't get through, so beware of being taken away by the big bad wolf. The young man who blocked Ning Xiaolong's way joked.

Ning Xiaolong was as dirty and dejected as a little flower, but under this body was the soul of an adult: "To the north, you can only take this road." ”

"To the north, you can take the main road. ”

"There is a city gate on the main road, and there is a card, so you can't get through. ”

"Do you know if you can't pass the checkpoint of the main road, how many man-eating monsters, robbers, and uncivilized barbarians are there along the way?"

"Yes, but I ...... You have to go. ”

The young man looked at him with a little interest: "You are young, what reason do you have to go, if you want to make a living, I can leave you as an apprentice in my Cloud Suppression Sect." "This young man is Wang Yuan's eldest brother.

Returning to his hometown, Ning Xiaolong was still in a trance.

The wind and smoke dissipated, and all the hustle and bustle returned to silence. The rolling snow of the mountains can hide everything.

A great sect was overturned, irretrievable.

The disciples buried the master in the graves of the ancestors of the past dynasties, and still engraved the name of "the previous generation of sect masters".

The two "culprits" who killed the dignity of a county did not care about the disobedience they committed, and there was no sign of escape. Even the young man surnamed Ning asked the fake Wang Li to go to the bazaar to buy meat, fish, vegetables and vegetables, as if he wanted to stay-

Ring in the New Year?

It's just that no one cares about them. Many disciples in the inner and outer courtyards were at a loss about their future.

The first day of the new year.

Fang Shu climbed the Cloud Suppression Peak alone, and the grand scene of the master leading all the disciples to the mountain a month ago seemed to be still yesterday - I didn't expect that it had only been a few days, and the sect had already been so silent.

Fang Shu let out a long sigh. Looking up, a person on the edge of the abyss stood with his back to him, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Ning...... Elder brother. Fang Shu hesitated for a moment and stepped forward.

Ning Xiaolong turned around and smiled: "Brother Fang!"

"I don't know if Brother Ning called me here...... What can I see?"

Ning Xiaolong said: "In the past month, pretending to be stupid in front of Brother Fang and winning sympathy is not my intention, so I am here to apologize to Brother Fang." He bowed to him.

Fang Shu was also at a loss for the past two days, and he didn't have time to think much about it, so he smiled reluctantly: "Brother Ning doesn't have to be like this, if you don't have your help, I'm afraid that Wang Yuan has been deceived by traitors all the time, and he will be harmed by him after all...... I-thank you on his behalf......"

"It's always bad to deceive people. But ......" Ning Xiaolong shook his head and said: "To deal with some people, you are not more able to deceive than him, and you often can't make people show their original form......" Regarding the matter of Wang Yuan's brothers, Ning Xiaolong didn't want to talk about it anymore, and said instead: "Yesterday there were many people, and some things were inconvenient to explain together, but now there are only two of me, Brother Fang is confused, you can ask me now." ”

Fang Shu hesitated a little, but did not speak.

"Hongyan West returns to the ......" Seeing that he didn't mention it, Ning Xiaolong took the initiative to speak.

Fang Shu was a little surprised, looked at him, and nodded slowly, "Not bad...... Actually, this is my family inheritance, but I don't know why Brother Ning made ......"

"I'm not stealing, this brother Fang can rest assured. Ning Xiaolong said: "Before coming here, I will make this style, and the person who passes on my style is still quite related to you...... But this is another long-standing experience, and I will talk about it when I have a chance. It's just that on the school field that day, I wanted to make a move that they didn't understand, pretending to be the exercises on the ancient sword, so I used the same Hongyan Xigui as you. ”

Ning Xiaolong's realm was higher than Fang Shu, and he could see that although this style was powerful, Fang Shu was not proficient in using it, so he immediately pointed out his mistakes and corrected them one by one. Fang Shu was still a little suspicious, but after listening to his detailed explanation of the dismantling moves, he realized that the other party's insights into his family inheritance and even forging his spirit were far beyond his own, and that trace of doubt was also dispelled.

"Well, listening to Brother Ning's guidance today, I have benefited a lot!" Fang Shu sighed: "However, I still have a little bit ...... to understand"

"While I didn't leave, all the problems in my cultivation were said, but I made much faster progress than if you were alone in the future......" Ning Xiaolong himself often went astray when he was not able to practice the law before, and sometimes it was even very dangerous.

"It's not a practice, I'm trying to ask—"

"Huh?"

Fang Shu pointed to the abyss in front of him: "Brother Ning's day...... Did you really jump from here?" "Since Ning Xiaolong said that he has been "acting" for the past month, is it possible to jump off a cliff and really jump once?

"You said this!" Ning Xiaolong blinked: "It's really jumping." ”

"This person is a mortal in the flesh, how can he jump so high-"

Shizun jumped down and didn't die. But that doesn't mean that everyone who jumps off won't die. Not everyone is the protagonist of a novel.

In this world, there is no one who can fly.

Ning Xiaolong grinned: "Since I want to pretend to be forced, I must prepare in advance......" lowered his head to rummage through his backpack, and asked: "Do you remember, what did 'Wang Yuan' wear that day......"

"Surprisingly thick cotton clothes...... Fang Shu watched the other party take out something and pointed, "This is it?"

"Not bad. If you wear this, you won't fall to death. ”

Fang Shu scratched his head: "Why is this?"

"You put it on?"

Fang Shu didn't know what he wanted to do, and at the urging of the other party, he put his clothes on his body.

"Hahaha, it's as fat as a ball!" Ning Xiaolong smiled at the funny appearance of the other party wrapped in this body.

Fang Shu was wrapped up in breathlessness: "Uh, I still don't understand, why did I wear this-"

Ning Xiaolong pulled out a thin rope from Fang Shu's waist and handed it to him: "Wait a while, pull this rope hard." ”

"What?" Fang Shu didn't hear clearly.

"I'll say it again, you listen carefully! It's very dangerous!" Ning Xiaolong said solemnly: "Pull, this one! rope! You repeat!"

"Pull this rope?" Fang Shu pulled the head of the rope in his hand, still wondering, the other party suddenly restrained his smile and pushed him the back!

Fang Shu didn't expect to be pushed off the cliff at once!

Suddenly, disappear into the clouds of the abyss!

Ning Xiaolong looked at it, but he couldn't see the figure anymore.

After a while, Ning Xiaolong said to himself: "This stupid boy, don't really fall yourself to death!"

Why didn't he fall to his death a month ago?

Quite simply, except that he hid a parachute in his clothes.

Ning Xiaolong was left alone on the cold cliff.

Whenever he was alone, there was always a sense of loneliness that was difficult to dispatch.

Whether in his previous life or in this life, he is a person who likes to be lively. Especially in the past few years, he hopes to be crowded all the time.

Because once you are alone, you will inevitably remember those past events.

When he was unhappy, Ning Xiaolong would sit down cross-legged, take out a stack of thick letterheads from his backpack, and open one at will to read.

This stack of things was sent by his "fiancée" who had set up a "baby kiss" since he was a child.

"Brother Xiaolong, see the words as you are. The twilight of spring is warm, from time to time I feel sleepy, and I am still tired of paper and pen, so I have no faith for days. Thinking of Xiaolong's younger brother, I miss me for a long time, and I force myself to be a ruler, and I tell each other with close affection ......"

"What kind of bullshit is written!" Ning Xiaolong rolled his eyes and said in his heart: Would you be willing not to write to me?

Obviously, within a few days, I received a lot of unclear things from her.

Thinking of Yuan Siji's "little sister", Ning Xiaolong couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

Since Yuan Siji's sister left his house, he has always kept flying pigeons to write letters to him, all kinds of trivial things, there is one every few days, at first Ning Xiaolong also replied to her, and then saw that she kept sending it, I really felt sorry for the carrier pigeon (in fact, I was too lazy to write), the world was far away, and she didn't read every letter she wrote, only one every two months, so now he still has a lot of unread letters with him, and sometimes he takes them out to relieve boredom.

"I said goodbye three years ago, and I didn't say goodbye. Is Xiao Langjun taller? No, is he tied his hair? Sijun has been for a long time, and he has been crying a few times. Every time I ask Daddy, Daddy says, 'I don't know. 'If you want to come to Xiaolong's brother to think about me, you should be the same......"

Ning Xiaolong wiped his cold sweat: "This precocious little Lori, what do you think about every day......

"Daddy said: 'Why don't you paint a portrait to send it?' Yu Xinran was interested, so this letter was sent with a portrait of my sister recently. ”

"Hmm, I also sent a selfie this time?" Ning Xiaolong smiled and pinched the letterhead, it was indeed a lot thicker this time, because there was a portrait underneath.

"Xinyang is small, it is difficult to find painters, and the brushwork and skills are also quite clumsy, compared to the sister himself, it is difficult to get along, and the younger brother does not laugh when he sees ......it."

"Mmmm, I must give you a thumbs up, right? Ning Xiaolong complained.

"I had a lot of thoughts, and I forgot to write. The next time I write a letter, I don't know when. Brother don't read it. Elder sister. ”

At this point, the letter is gone.

Below, is her portrait?

Calculate the time, this letter was already six years ago, when Miss Yuan Siji was eleven years old?

Ning Xiaolong hesitated for a while before slowly taking the letter away, revealing the portrait of his "fiancée" below.

A cute girl, admiring flowers in the garden in spring, bright eyes and bright teeth, a light smile and pleasant, a butterfly happened to stop in the flowers behind her, the flowers are bright and beautiful.

"It's not a pose, I'll count you as a winner!" Ning Xiaolong muttered, looking at the little girl on the painting for a long time: "It turns out that the little Lori grew up a little later and became a little Lori, which is like this......"

The painter is not as bad as the other party complained, she has both god and form, Ning Xiaolong knew that it was her at a glance.

The little Lori has grown into a bigger little Lori, and it's still so good-looking.

When she grows up, you can imagine how beautiful and lovely she will be.

Pity......

There is no more such a day.

After looking at the portrait for a long time, Ning Xiaolong's tears fell.

He hastened to remove the portrait so that his tears would not wet her with what might have been the last of them.

How sunny, how cheerful, how understanding, how brave, and how loving she is!

But why, she's such a small person-

Death, shouldn't it be far away from her?!

In the mud cave full of demons and dry bones, so dangerous, the two of them are just children's bodies, didn't they also survive?

But why......

The little Lori on the painting, the little Lori who insisted on him calling "sister", the little Lori who shouted to marry him, died in the Central Plains military disaster four years ago.

"The father and daughter of the Zhu family are dead, they are all dead. It's miserable. When the girl died, she didn't even have a coffin, so she wrapped it in a bamboo mat and buried it under the poplar tree over there. The man of the Zhu family should also be dead, and he doesn't know where to bury him...... Poor ...... In troubled times, it's our people who suffer......"

Ning Xiaolong thought about countless scenes when he reunited with Sister Yuan.

It's just that I didn't expect that it was yin and yang.

It's like in his previous life, he was separated from his sister Ning Shuangxiao.

It's just that this time it wasn't him who died.

Picking up the small tomb that the locals were referring to, he saw only a small skeleton of a girl.

"Zhu's daughter, twelve. In the middle of the house, he died in Luodong. The sky is pitiful, when will he be buried in Huashan?" Ning Xiaolong heard that her father lived in seclusion in Shouyang Mountain in Guanzhong for ten years when he was young, it seems that it is her, and there will be no mistake.

There was no funeral thing, just a small wooden plaque with a few lines written on it.

Ning Xiaolong cried a lot that day, and others always saw him laughing happily, but no matter in his past or present life, there were many times when he cried a lot when he was unavailable.

What could he do after crying?

That year, Ning Xiaolong, who was under the body of a 12-year-old child, carried the bones of his 12-year-old fiancée and walked thousands of miles to send her back to her hometown in Guanzhong for burial.

Along the way, countless hardships.

"Go home, Sister Yuan, I'll send you home. ”

At that time, Ning Xiaolong only spoke to the bones on his back every day, but there was no noisy girl chirping in him.

In most dynasties, ordinary people were not allowed to leave their homeland casually.

Because they are wandering around, they are suspected of rebellion.

So no matter who is the Son of Heaven, he sets up gates everywhere to besiege the city, and strictly investigates and defends it-

Ning Xiaolong naturally has neither identity nor reason.

He can only eat and sleep in the open air, over the mountains and mountains, the more inaccessible and infested by wild beasts, the more his preferred path.

He still remembers, that year, he came to this place, and remembered this mountain, called Curb Cloud Peak.

......

"I'm going to bury the remains of my unmarried wife back to her hometown. Ning Xiaolong said to the young man who was holding him.

The teenager was a little surprised.

"You...... There are no adults in the family?"

"Dead. Ning Xiaolong pointed behind him: "The adults of her family are also dead." ”

I'm the only one.

If I don't do it, who will?

To Ning Xiaolong's surprise, this young man led him to take a shortcut in the mountains and sent him all the way through the Cloud Suppression Peak.

"This pack of dry food will be given to you to take on the road to eat. The boy threw a package to him: "Of course, you may also be eaten by the demon beast on the way." ”

This is the first time along the way that someone has offered to help him.

"In Xianning Snapdragon. When he returns, he will repay what he asks!"

"Come on, the mountains are far away, and even if I send you through this section, it may not be of much use. I'll help you, but seeing that you are the same age as my brother, I just thought that if my brother was sleeping outside like you, I couldn't bear it. What do you ask for in return!" The young man smiled and thought to himself: This kid is still a little interesting. After saying that, he gave up his hand and left his line, and he didn't look back.

"Dare to ask Your Excellency's name?"

"Curb the Cloud Sect, Wang Quan!"

Wang Quan looked at Ning Xiaolong as a child, and Ning Xiaolong looked at each other, how could he not be a child.

This kid is good.

"Okay, Wang Quan, I remember you!"

Ning Xiaolong parted ways with him and continued to march towards Guanzhong......

Wang Quan should not have expected that he would just give Ning Xiaolong a bag of dry food at the beginning, but now Ning Xiaolong has saved his brother's life.

"Curb Yunfeng, Wang Quan. Ji Yunfeng ...... "Ning Xiaolong looked at the cliff in a daze.

If you want to jump off a cliff and die, or get an adventure like Zhang Wuji, what about the Sect Master of the Cloud Suppression Sect and Wang Yuan?

So did he.

"Master! I really! I want revenge so much! Those people who are high! Those who are majestic and majestic! Those who treat people as animals! They fight for their world, but it is ordinary people who die! Won't they lose their relatives? Won't they have mutilated limbs? Will they not face life and death? I want them to taste the fairness of death to people!" "When he came back from Guanzhong, Ning Xiaolong frantically wanted to teach those people a lesson in blood and fire—— Why did such a little girl have to die, but the people who really killed her, who killed thousands of people, didn't have to die?

"Xiaolong, there is no way. Road, piece by piece, take your time, can't rush ......"

"But, I can't wait, I can't wait! Every day, I'm suffering!"

"I can't help it. There's no way around it. Unless, what adventures can you have. ”

......

"A thousand years ago, when Emperor Lilu went to Jiangdong, he threw his portable sword under the abyss. ”

Ning Xiaolong has also heard this story.

And he passed by the mountain in front of us. ”

It's just that in the version of the story that Ning Xiaolong heard, the mountain was the one he practiced at that time. In this world, there are countless places where this legend is not new.

There is no need to jump, Ning Xiaolong has naturally searched everywhere at the bottom of the mountain to see if there is a legend about this person's divine weapon.

The results can be imagined.

Everywhere, the same model of stories is being used to deceive people.

But there are still people who flock to it, because they want to believe, or force themselves to believe in such absurd and unfounded legends.

......

"Whew! It's so exciting! It's so fucking exciting!"

The human voice pulled Ning Xiaolong back from his memory.

Looking up, it was Fang Shu, who came back from the mountain, and Yuan Xiaohao, the "lifeguard" he sent to prevent accidents.

Fang Shu obviously had never experienced such a "exciting" "bungee jumping" activity, and his face was flushed with excitement.

"Brother Ning! Brother Ning! You scared me to death just now! I thought I was going to fall off a cliff and die! Who knows, as soon as the rope is opened!

Ning Xiaolong looked at each other with a smile and thought: I know that's the case.

The other party is just a child to him after all.

When he and his sister first went to the playground to ride the roller coaster when they were children, they were probably the same as Fang Shu at this time.

He doesn't like to see everyone always look old and bitter.

A child should be like a child.

Fang Shu seemed to let go, throwing away all those troubles, even the swear words burst out, and a smile bloomed on his face.

"This is a small compensation for Brother Fang. Ning Xiaolong smiled and said, "Are you still having fun?"

"It's so cool!" Fang Shu shouted: "Brother Ning, you are really good at playing! This is a good baby, can you give me one?"

"This is for you. ”

Fang Shu was busy thanking. Unexpectedly, a toy made him happier than teaching him subtle swordsmanship.

Well, kid.

Sighing, Ning Xiaolong saw that Fang Shu was in a good mood, and said: "Brother Fang, I came to the Cloud Suppression Sect this time, and I only came to visit the deceased's brother Wang Yuan by the way, the main purpose is actually to find you." ”

Fang Shu was surprised: "Looking for me?"

Ning Xiaolong nodded.

"What are you looking for me? Brother Ning knew me before?"

"I know Ling Zun. ”

"I-Dad?" Fang Shu was taken aback.

Because, he doesn't have a father.

Or rather, he never knew who his father was.

"Yes. Ning Xiaolong nodded, and said something that surprised Fang Shu even more: "Ling Zun is the sect master of the Qianshan Sect. ”

"My father is—the Hidden Mountain Sect Master?" Fang Shu's eyes widened, and he was speechless.

The Qianshan Sect is a large sect with thousands of people, and compared to the Cloud Suppression Sect, it is simply insignificant.

Fang Shu had always thought that after his mother died, he would have no relatives in this world, and when he heard the news, he was in an indescribable mood.

Ke Ning Xiaolong's next sentence made him even more stunned.

"Ling Zun passed away last month, and I came this time to inform you that you will go to the Qianshan Sect on the twentieth day of the first month...... Funeral. ”

......

Seeing Fang Shu, who had mixed tastes, descend the mountain, Yuan Xiaohao shook his head and sighed: "It's really strange that the great sect master of the Qianshan Sect sent his only son to such a small sect......! Fang Shu, this kid is quite righteous, and when he goes back this time, he doesn't know if it's a blessing or a curse!"

Ning Xiaolong rolled his eyes: "People in the world are intrigued. The bad guys can play, and we good guys are better at playing than they are. ”

"Or, worse than them – it's up to us to be the bad guys. ”

patted the dust on his body, and beckoned Yuan Xiaohao and said, "Let's go, go back to the school's 'Monster Academy', I'm going to start writing a winter vacation practice report." Yes, this month's experience is worth choreographing, showing the various complexities of human nature, and if you can get a high score, it is better to be more exciting than the last reward......"

The two went down the mountain.

No one knew that in the cold pool under the abyss of Curb Cloud Peak, in the stone crevice under the cliff book written by the Curb Cloud Sect Master sixty years ago, there was an ancient sword that had been sleeping for thousands of years.

I don't know when I will see the light of day again.

(End of book)