Chapter 1: The Realm of Ghosts and Gods

The border between China and Nepal, Mount Everest.

It was night, windless, and moonless.

The moon is very bright and round, round like the cake that Chang'e handed to Hou Yi on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, which seems gentle and soft, but it seems to contain an invisible and faint murderous intention.

There is little land, there is no snow on Everest.

In the barren area leading to the summit of Mount Everest at a height of more than 8,848 meters above the ground, there is a little old man walking leisurely.

He is of short stature, at most in his early sixties of one meter. He wore a straw hat that covered his red face under the brim, straw sandals on his feet, but straw sandals could hardly hide his exposed black toes, and he held a sandalwood cane with a body blackened by time, like the bark of a shriveled locust tree.

Like a ghost, he walks through the high peaks of the world.

At the highest point of the earth, whether or not you take a wrong step is the difference between death and life.

The road ahead of him is dangerous, glacial ravines can be seen everywhere, and the slightest mistake will fall into the abyss.

But the little old man didn't care, his face was as calm as still water, just like walking in his own back garden.

The wind began to blow in the sky, and it was faint at first, but then it began to howl wildly.

The snow that has not melted for many years is lifted by the strong wind, and goose feathers are white in the sky.

As if in response to the snow on the ground, the sky began to darken, and the moon had disappeared at some point, and the snow was flying all over the sky.

No matter the flakes of snow rising from the ground, or the goose white flying in the sky, they could not get close to the old man's body.

Fengxue met the old man and automatically changed his route, seemingly pitiful of his single figure, but in fact he was helpless against the old man.

When he cultivated to the realm of ghosts and gods, an invisible aura would be generated around his body, which would block the invasion and attack of wind, snow, rain and fog for him.

It's not that nature wants to have mercy on the little old man, it's that the little old man has already conquered nature.

The little old man's name is Liu Suifeng, and he has been practicing penance since he can remember. He walked the pilgrimage road over and over again, and kowtowed his head on the pilgrimage route. For the sake of the Buddha of nothingness, he gave up himself. Perhaps the Buddha was really touched by him, and he began to feel no cold, no hunger.

Only in the past, he suffered from inhuman loneliness and loneliness, and today he can walk lightly on the top of Mount Everest.

"Master Liu is really a man of temperament. We will never break our promises, and we will come when we say it, and there is no lie. Admire it below!"

Liu Suifeng was unmoved, as if he had known that there would be such a person waiting for him.

When he looked up, he saw Liu Yan in white clothes.

Liu Yan pinned the three-foot Qingfeng behind his back, and his footsteps were actually on the top of the mountain, but he was not steady, just looking at Liu Suifeng so quietly.

Liu Yan was condescending, although his face was expressionless, but his starry eyes revealed endless coldness.

Liu Suifeng only glanced at Liu Yan, then lowered his head, folded his hands, and whispered softly with low eyebrows: "Amitabha."

Looking at Liu Suifeng's harmless appearance, Liu Yan was unmoved.

"Since you're here, let's take it. ”

Liu Yan moved the three-foot Qingfeng behind him in front of him and shook it in the air a few times.

Obviously, there was no moonlight, but against the backdrop of layers of flying snow, the long sword actually emitted a dazzling light.

The light did not dissipate, and it shrouded the little old man's eyes.

Moving like a flying fly, flashing like electricity, as if beyond time and space, the light suddenly appeared in front of the old man's eyelids, with a slight chill, towards the little old man's head.

The little old man was not afraid, and blinked as if he was squinted by the wind and snow. A golden light flew out of the dead pupils, and it happened to smash on the sword.

The two rays of light collided, and instead of the explosion of the landslide and the earth, they were entangled together as if they were blending together, dissipating like smoke in the void.

Liu Yan frowned, looked at Liu Suifeng, and was about to attack again.

"The donor once said that if the poor monk came, he would tell the poor monk why he challenged the poor monk. And I hope that the donor will keep your promise. ”

He has no ego, only a poor monk.

Before Liu Yan's sword could make another move, Liu Yan's ears heard the words of the little old man.

Hearing this, Liu Yan's movements paused, a gloomy light flashed on his face, his expression was indifferent, and he gritted his teeth: "Twenty years ago, the Potala Palace. The peach and willow are green, and the flowers reflect each other. ”

Liu Yan's mood was unexpected, as if he was saying something that had nothing to do with him.

Liu Suifeng heard this, and his figure was also stunned, and a look of reminiscence quietly climbed up his cheeks.

After Liu Yan saw the little old man's reaction, he sneered, and then said: "The flowers and willows follow the wind, and the wind is cold and ruthless. ”

The convex part of the back of Liu Suifeng's hand clenching the cane was already difficult to calm down, and it was even more so now. The pitch-black ebony cane trembled. Snowflake deceived himself, and a snow baby sat on his straw hat. Xuewa was unwilling to be lonely, and was blown away by the north wind as soon as it fell, flying in the snowy void.

However, Liu regained his composure with the wind, and looked at Liu Yan with a look in his eyes.

The wind and snow began to avoid his body again, turning around and around.

"Lang is affectionate, the concubine is intentional, and the affection is with the willow and the wind. ”

Liu Yan saw Liu Suifeng's reaction like this, as if he had expected it, so he opened his mouth again.

"She's okay....... ”

Liu opened his mouth with the wind, but the sound he made was extremely obscure. Like an instrument that has not been used for a long time, the sound of metal colliding with each other makes Liu Suifeng stunned again. Obviously, he didn't expect that the mouthpiece would not be used for a long time, and it would no longer be the sonorous lubrication of the past.

This did not hinder Liu Yan's understanding, and his calm face began to ripple, gradually revealing a beast-like hideousness.

"Well, she's good, she's so good!"

At first, the sound is calm, and slowly climbs gradually.

No matter how difficult the sound is, no matter how quiet the breath is.

Liu Yan roared hysterically.

At the same time, when Liu was distracted by the wind, Liu Yan's hands were moved, and the sword in his hand also moved.

Liu took a sharp breath with the wind, and his face was originally dry, but now he was sharply pale, as if the yellow earth was covered with a layer of flying snow.

didn't have time to deeply savor the poignancy in Liu Yan's words, Liu Suifeng's cane tapped the ground, and the whole person moved a few meters to the left, stopping at the edge of an ice abyss.

His arm was dripping blood, and Liu Yan's sword was too fast. Even if he hid in time, due to the momentary stunned, although he avoided the vital point of the heart, he was still injured.

The red blood invaded the white snow, the red snow reflected Liu Yan's sword, and the red sword light shone on Liu Suifeng's face.

"Who the hell are you?"

"You're not qualified to know!"

Before he finished speaking, Liu Yan took out his sword again. Liu Suifeng didn't dare to be careless, but he didn't attack, but just held a cane in his right hand and dotted around in the void. His figure then fluttered like a ghost, and although Liu Yan's sword was as fast as lightning, it was difficult to reach his body in the slightest.

The previous injury was due to his own distraction.

The reason why Liu Suifeng didn't kill him was because he remembered twenty years ago.

Liu Yan's words were by no means untargeted, and every sentence hit the key point of Liu Suifeng.

Twenty years ago, Liu in his thirties was suave with the wind.

The charm of a person, especially a man, is often not determined by his appearance.

This is especially true of Liu Suifeng. It is said that he is one meter tall and in his early sixties, which is not considered majestic and majestic.

However, it turns out that not only is Xi Shi in the eyes of the lover, but Pan An is still in the eyes of the lover.

At that time, there was a woman who regarded him as her Pan An.

Liu Suifeng has been ascetic since he was a child, and he should have had no intersection with this kind of red dust. That year, his master told him that he should go to Hongchen to experience it. Only by chance, Liu Suifeng can come back and continue to practice with him. In this way, one was dry firewood and the other was a fire, and they collided together. What's more, the dry firewood also automatically wants to burn the fire. Soon after, the two of them were like glue, grinding their ears and temples, and they were inseparable.

The days of training have finally come to an end, and it is time for Liu to leave with the wind.

The woman held his hand, her eyes affectionate and tearful, and begged him if she could stay.

Indeed, there was a moment of stunnedness, and Liu Suifeng wanted to stay. His master also said when he left that if you don't want to come back, it's okay to stay in the world. However, thinking that he was picked up and raised by the master from a baby, and then received the master's earnest teaching, Liu returned to the mountain with the wind.

Of course, Liu Suifeng knew that even though he left early that day, there was a woman by the open window who looked at him affectionately. There is no hair pull, and the long hair is loose to the waist. Holding her lower abdomen with one hand and her mouth with the other, the woman's sobs were gradually drowned into a whimper in the gentle early spring wind.

He will never forget the tears in his eyes, the lips that hide his cry, and the slightly bulging lower abdomen.

It's not that he didn't go back to look for it, but when he went back, everything was wrong, and the traces of the beautiful woman were no longer easy for him to find.

These things have long been hidden by Liu Suifeng, and they seem to have been forgotten. But at this moment, when Liu Yan mentioned it, everything twenty years ago became so clear again. Everything happened as if it happened yesterday, poked his palm with his thumb, and Liu Suifeng seemed to feel the unique warmth left to him by the woman twenty years ago.

With thoughts in his heart, Liu Suifeng dodged Liu Yan's sword. In his opinion, Liu Yan is young and it is not easy to reach this step. can't figure out the relationship between Liu Yan and the woman, he really can't do it.

Today he doesn't want to kill because he remembers his lover.

The wind was still blowing, the snow was still drifting, but Liu Yan's sword had stopped.

Liu Suifeng also stopped his figure and didn't ask any more questions. Because he knows that the question only needs to be asked once. Otherwise, if you ask even though you don't have an answer, then there is no point in asking. For so many years, everything has been simple, and even the shortest one has been chosen to speak.

Liu Yan moved, to be precise, his sword moved.

The sword is too fast, and once it moves, it is not one. It was as if there were countless swords dancing in the air, and the bright sword light of the Dao caused the snow light to reflect the light, so that Liu Suifeng had the illusion that it was full of swordsmen in all directions. The sword was like a ball of lightning, and the sword shrouded the willow with the wind.

Paradoxically, Liu remained motionless with the wind, as if he hadn't seen the attacking sword.

One thread, two threads...... A silk sword flew out from the spherical sword, forming a giant sword, attacking the dantian three inches below Liu Suifeng's umbilicus. The light is dazzling.

A smile appeared on Liu Yan's face, and he firmly believed that under such a strong sword, Liu Suifeng would inevitably die.

The sword light in the sky dispersed, but Liu Yan was suddenly stunned, because Liu Suifeng was still standing there, but his expression was a little sad.

Liu Yan's expression was also suddenly sad, because he seemed to have understood that the sadness on Liu Suifeng's face was due to the pain in his heart, not from the Qingfeng in his hand

Liu Suifeng sensed Liu Yan's doubts, and immediately began to shake his body.

Liu Yan was horrified to see that as Liu Suifeng's body twisted, his dantian part actually rotated.

As the rotational speed surged, a hole opened in Liu Suifeng's belly.

From the front abdomen to the back, Liu Suifeng's abdomen actually opened a gap.

Around the notch, it is a muscle that rotates at high speed.

Liu Yan has reason to believe that even if he throws a steel needle into it, he will be immediately shattered by that terrifying speed, not to mention just some swords!

"This, this, this ....... ”

Liu Yan felt shocked and also felt the gap. Although he knew something about his swordsmanship, he still felt powerless in the face of Liu Suifeng. This has surpassed the limits of human beings, it cannot be called martial arts, it has simply reached the realm of ghosts and gods. I'm afraid that only the unpredictable ghosts and gods in the legend have such skills.

With a bang, Liu Yan threw his sword at the mountain. After a few ping-pong sounds, the sword slid down with the celestial body, and it actually fell into the ice abyss.

"Mother, the child is not filial, I'm afraid I won't be able to avenge you in this life!"

Liu Yan sat on the ground, leaning on the cold mountain, as if he couldn't feel the cold of the mountain.

He looked up to the sky and roared, his expression was extremely sad, and his eyes slowly became hollow.

In the past twenty years, since he knew that his mother was abandoned and died in childbirth, even though he knew that he was being used, Liu Yan still received inhuman training and wanted to kill Liu Suifeng wholeheartedly. But the sky is not pitiful, and finally waited until he got through it, and after his kung fu was successful, he was allowed to go down the mountain to challenge Liu Suifeng, but he still couldn't succeed.

There is nothing to hope for, there is nothing to go in life.

For more than twenty years, he has been living for revenge.

Now after learning that the enemy's power is extremely strong, Liu Yan actually has a will to die.

Liu Yan, who was immersed in pain, didn't see it, and after he shouted out his mother's words, Liu Suifeng stayed there all of a sudden. Although his body still relied on the strength of his cane, the vitality of Liu Suifeng had begun to dissipate.

Liu Suifeng's death intent spread faster than Liu Yan, and gradually froze his body.

The sins of heaven can still be saved, but the iniquities of oneself cannot live.

In such a situation, only the will to live and die can be taken away.

There was a pop, the sound of a body falling. Liu Yan responded to the prestige and saw Liu Suifeng's body rolling towards the ice abyss. was already on the edge of the ice abyss, and the body of the willow with the wind fell towards the ice abyss.

Liu Yan was stunned and didn't react for a while.

When he cultivated to the realm of ghosts and gods, it was difficult to get a love word.

The monks and monks are ruthless, but they have not reached the sad place.

At this moment, very suddenly, a thunderclap appeared in the sky. Liu Yan watched as the thunderbolt smashed straight into Liu Suifeng's body, and the raging fire began to burn. Liu Sui Feng directly turned into a ball of fireworks, falling straight towards the ice abyss, leaving Liu Yan to sit on the top of the mountain in amazement.

Looking at the fire man who fell into the ice abyss, two lines of tears welled up in Liu Yan's eyes, and instantly formed ice in the extremely cold wind. Liu Yan walked down the mountain decadently, without enemies and relatives, at this moment he is like a newborn baby, about to start a new life.

The willow disappeared with the wind, and the soul quickly dissolved under the devouring of the will of death.

What he didn't know was that when he cultivated to the point where he was here, how could his soul be so fragile?

His demise in this world is also his rebirth in another world.