Huashan.

At the foot of the mountain.

A figure staggered, ready to fall at any moment.

He was disheveled, his clothes were tattered, and he smelled of foul odors.

Holding a wine jar in his arms, he raised his head sharply and took a sip.

The man laughed, and his voice was desolate.

There was despair and grief in his eyes.

"Practice sword and qi, practice sword and qi, what do you practice when you die."

"A bunch of silly hats."

"A bunch of heartless eyes."

"Hahaha, it's all a lack of heart."

Boom.

The figure fell to the ground.

He didn't get up either.

Just roll over and lie down.

Lift the jar and pour it into your mouth.

The gurgling wine was not delicious, but at this moment, it was the best reliance for him to relieve his sorrows.

It's fifteen hours.

Tonight the clouds are light and the wind is light.

There are countless stars.

He looked at the bright full moon in the sky, and his heart turned his back even more.

In the past, at the foot of the mountain, you could even hear the shouting of people on Mount Hua.

But at the moment, there is nothing. ，

Nothing.

"The wind is clear, the wind is clear, what are you doing alive?"

"Sword Sect, it's dead."

"What are you doing back to Huashan? Could it be that you are going to kill Yue Buqun? ”

"Is there still Huashan?"

As a disciple of the Sword Sect, he was taught swordsmanship by the elders of the Sword Sect since he was a child.

Affectionate friendship.

Bestow great grace.

Toothless and unforgettable.

Not to mention, the family affection of the sect is deep in the bone marrow.

As he grows up, he gets stronger and stronger.

But I suddenly found that practicing qi and practicing swords, to put it bluntly, practicing qi is the foundation, and swordsmanship is a tool.

Those who practice martial arts can not practice swords.

Because, you don't have to fight, you don't fight, you don't have to fight for power.

However, you can't help but practice qi.

Practicing qi can prolong life.

Practicing qi can strengthen the body.

Practicing qi can consolidate the foundation and cultivate the yuan.

What can you do with sword practice?

Practicing an injury?

Practicing to deform your body?

Do you have to live long?

He knew that the elders of the Sword Sect had taken the wrong path.

However, as a disciple, I can't say it explicitly.

Question the elders, not to mention the question of humility. The friendship of the sect alone did not allow him to do this.

In that case, the Sword Sect will be dispersed.

Maybe Huashan will be stronger.

However, the Sword Sect is gone.

The home he grew up in is gone.

I thought that the Sword Sect Qi Sect would discuss it forever.

Keep competing.

We can dislike each other.

They can also compete with each other and become stronger with each other.

But I didn't expect that a trip down the mountain would be in the world.

"It's changed, everything has changed."

"It's gone, there's nothing."

"Huashan, it's completely finished."

The figure whined, wept, threw away the jar, and rolled on the ground.

He got up again.

Laughing, he staggered up the hill.

After walking for a while, he lay on the ground and cried.

But in the end, I still walked up the mountain.

Walked back to their home.

However, at the moment, home is no longer home.

People are gone.

Nothing is gone.

The lively Huashan became silent.

There are only three small courtyards, which are lit up.

It looks lonely, but it is full of hope.

His dead heart throbbed.

The dead eyes also regained their light.

There are still people in Huashan.

He didn't get closer, but walked along the familiar mountain path, step by step.

Huashan.

Huashan.

The mountains have not changed, but the people have changed.

Even, even the ancestral Wuyue token has to be handed over.

He burst into tears, and all kinds of feelings came to his heart.

In my mind, there are people coming and going in the heyday of Huashan.

There is a shout full of confidence in walking the rivers and lakes: I am the wind of Huashan.

There are also people who are getting older, carrying their hands behind their backs, and making a high-ranking appearance.

Standing next to the martial arts arena, looking at the new disciples who practiced swords.

Sometimes nodding, sometimes scolding with a cold face.

Then, give your own pointers.

Every time I see my disciples progressing, I will be relieved and happy.

It's like a reincarnation.

The master taught me.

I teach others.

Huashan has been passed down from generation to generation.

Prolonged.

But everything was gone.

The figure in his eyes turned into a dark mountain forest.

The lonely wind blows.

He was loner than the wind.

Tattered clothes, foul smell.

Let him, who was once chic and elegant, not take it to heart.

If the heart is dead.

I don't care anymore.

Hurried footsteps.

Mountains and mountains.

Dead and silent yards.

A lonely temple everywhere.

He walked by, passed by, cried, tears fell.

Finally, we walked back to the distance.

I looked at the three small courtyards that were shining not far away.

Long.

With a complicated expression, he lifted his feet and walked over.

Come to the outermost gate of the courtyard and tiptoe a little.

The whole person is like a willow leaf without weight.

Go with the wind.

fall on the roof.

Uncover the tiles.

Lean down and look.

But I saw a young man sitting cross-legged, his face was serious, and purple qi rose between his eyebrows.

"Purple ......"

He looked at it with a complicated expression, stunned.

The young face that didn't talk like that, even if it was practicing, was frowning.

He could see that the young man was full of thoughts.

Very attentive, only six points.

The remaining four servings were placed around.

"Who?"

The boy opened his eyes abruptly and looked up.

But nothing was found.

Squeak.

The door opened, and a figure floated out

Yue Buqun held a sharp sword in his hand and flew onto the roof.

Scan your surroundings as if you were facing a great enemy.

In the darkness, the figure stood on the top of the tree, silent with the ups and downs of the branches and leaves.

"The mind is not pure. With a heavy burden on your body, how to cultivate Zixia Divine Skill? ”

Is this the successor of Qigong?

If so.

Nahua Mountain...... When will we be able to go back to the past?

He sighed.

Sneak into the middle yard again.

With light steps, untie the tiles.

But I saw a girl dressed in white, standing in the room.

The girl's expression was serious.

One-handed sword.

A palm-sized piece of wood hung in front of him.

Choke!

The dragon's groans rang out.

A cold light flashed.

The sword came out of its sheath and stabbed into the wood.

The wood flew with its strength, and the sword stabbed the loneliness.

The girl frowned slightly.

The sword is sheathed.

Standing still again, his face was serious, his eyes fixed on the wood.

Long!

Choke!

"This is a little interesting, but the little girl of the Qi Sect actually practices swords in this way?"

The figure has a strange look.

Lying on the roof and peeping.

The more I looked, the more amazing I became.

"It's not bad, practice makes perfect, with great perseverance, practice supreme instinct. This swordsmanship, if practiced, is a swordsmanship designed to kill people by simplifying the complex. ”

He realized in his heart and left quietly.

Finally, land on the last roof.

Untie the tiles.

Take a look down.

The figure stiffened: "This ......"

He was silent.

Confused.

The whole person trembled slightly.

Who is the kid hanging in the air down here?

Is it an orphan of my Sword Sect?

Isn't it, Yue Buqun deliberately taught like this?

Until, in the wee hours of the morning.

Ning Zhong came.

The figure suddenly realized: This is the orphan of my Sword Sect.

It turns out that it is more effective to hang it up and practice.

Hiss!

Looking at Yue Buqun's reaction and the girl's expression, all this, could it be true?

"If that's the case, then I'm an orphan of the Sword Sect, and it's only a day."

Half an hour later.

Think about the cliff.

Back Mountain.

A hidden valley.

A few rattans drooped.

There was a figure hanging.

"Seemingly...... It really works. ”

"My internal strength...... Added a hint. ”