Great Qin Empire, Mengyang Mountain.

A round of blood-colored remnant sun hung far in the sky, and a lonely shadow standing up to the sky was outlined in the light wheel, which was peerless, but it was like a dream.

The cold wind howled, broke the depressed dead wood, messed up the catkins, and the world was solemn and silent.

Under the pressure of the killing intent in the sky, a lone shadow stepped on the top of Mengyang Mountain from the foot of the mountain step by step.

As he got closer to the top of the mountain, the smile on Ning Yuanjun's face became brighter, and of course it was more tender.

When the small courtyard on the top of Mengyang Mountain came into view, a slender figure like a moon was also outlined in the tender eyes.

The suffocatingly beautiful jade hand gently stroked the Qingtan Guqin in front of him, like the apricot eyes of the Martial Immortal Nebula, looking at the approaching Ning Yuan.

Three thousand green silk disclosure, the eyebrows are picturesque, the eyes are clear, the pure beauty is like the Nine Heavens Xuannu Linfan, and the extraordinary does not eat the fireworks of the world.

Looking at the slender girl in Tsing Yi, Ning Yuan's heart turned over the river and the sea, and he could only pause, and if he got closer, he was afraid that it would be difficult to suppress the desire and impulse in his heart, and he took Ye Qingxian into his arms.

Because Ning Yuan was really afraid, he never had the opportunity to set foot in Mengyang, quietly look at the person he wanted, and listen to the most beautiful music in the world.

Fortunately, Ning Yuan was sensible, quickly calmed down the impulse in his heart, and said with a smile to the woman: "This time, I am really leaving, going to a very distant place." ”

Although Ning Yuan's smile had been hidden as much as he could, the gloom behind the smile still couldn't escape Ye Qingxian's discernment.

Ye Qingxian's eyes were clear, and he didn't ask more, but just showed a smile that overshadowed heaven and earth, "You'll be back, right?" ”

"Definitely!" Ning Yuan blurted out without the slightest hesitation.

Ning Yuan was confident that no matter what greeted him next, he would be able to leave the Great Qin Empire, a land of right and wrong.

One day, Ning Yuan will definitely come back with a sword and wash away all shame.

"Qingxian, before leaving, can I listen to you play another song?" Ning Yuan said with a smile.

"Then take a song to light three thousand, and practice it for you." Ye Qingxian's head was lightly tapped, and the jade hand was dotted with the Qingtan Guqin.

One by one, Ye Qingxian felt their pulses and hearts, and suddenly touched the inspiration.

The slender jade fingers slid away, and the crisp and melodious music slowly came out.

Ning Yuan calmed down, his heart and ears followed the piano, and every heavenly note seemed to be a paper note, leading Ning Yuan's thoughts back to the past.

Ning Yuan has never had a memory of his parents since he can remember, perhaps as others say, Ning Yuan is an orphan.

At the age of ten, Ning Yuan stepped into cultivation and participated in martial arts competitions.

At the age of fifteen, Ning Yuan became a generation of grandmasters, becoming the youngest Heavenly Sect Realm powerhouse in the Great Qin Empire for thousands of years.

In the same year, Ning Yuan measured the cultivation bloodline against the sky, which was the supreme imperial body that was one in a million, and was praised by the world as the "Legend of the Empire".

At the age of eighteen, Ning Yuan entered the princely realm that countless cultivators dreamed of in one fell swoop, and the imperial lord personally named Ning Yuan the "Sword Prince".

On the day of Ning Yuan's canonization, a huge meteorite landed outside the sky and landed outside the imperial capital, causing an uproar.

And the investigation of the meteorite naturally fell on Ning Yuan, and on that day, Ning Yuan led thousands of armor to go in person.

But where the meteorite fell, there was not even a pothole left, but a 3,000-zhang green peak rose from the ground.

That green peak, that is, Mengyang Mountain, is like a dream, there is real and unreal.

On that day, Ning Yuan saw Ye Qingxian for the first time, and for some reason, the two seemed to fall in love at first sight and talked for a long time.

Since then, every time Ning Yuan goes out on a mission and passes through Mengyang Mountain, he will climb the mountain to listen to the natural sound played by Ye Qingxian.

Over time, the two became more and more familiar, but they didn't know if the flowing water was affectionate or not.

At the same time, Ning Yuan also knew that in addition to Ye Qingxian on Mengyang Mountain, there were also masters living in seclusion, but Ning Yuan had never seen it.

Today, half a year has passed in a hurry, and this time, Ning Yuan was detained by the royal family on trumped-up charges.

After framing Ning Yuan for a banquet in the palace last night, he used alcohol to invade and defile Her Royal Highness the princess, which made the whole city known and spread throughout the empire at a very fast speed.

The emperor was furious and personally issued an arrest warrant, bound to arrest Ning Yuan and seek justice for Her Royal Highness the princess.

Under the influence of His Majesty the Emperor, almost the entire people in the imperial capital were insulting and spurning Ning Yuan, what an imperial legend, what a sword prince, in fact, he was a bastard who was inferior to a beast.

People who had festivals with Ning Yuan in the past all asked Ying to come to encircle and suppress in the name of seeking justice for the princess.

At this moment, outside the entire Mengyang Mountain, in the sky and on the ground, there are dense human figures, shouting and killing loudly, and the murderous aura fills this space.

However, Ning Yuan didn't seem to care, still looking at Ye Qingxian, listening carefully to the three thousand songs of the lights, and cherishing the time the two of them spent alone.

Half an hour passed with a flick of a finger.

At the end of the song, the people were scattered.

Ye Qingxian stopped the movement between his fingers and quietly looked at the lonely but proud back of the road that walked down the mountain.

This time, Ning Yuan resolutely did not look back.

Ye Qingxian gently stroked the Qingtan Guqin again, which was given to her by Ning Yuan, and at this moment, her expression was very complicated.

"Uncle Yu, why don't you help him." Ye Qingxian opened her mouth to speak, her tone was complaining, and she didn't know who she was talking to.

Suddenly, there was a wave of spatial fluctuations, and a middle-aged man wearing a Xuanwen Taoist robe was standing on the dream balcony, his breath was not released, but he was simply there, but he seemed to have the momentum to dominate the heavens and the earth.

"Qingxian, it's not that I don't help him, but I can't help him, and I don't dare to help him." The middle-aged man smiled bitterly, he was also very helpless.

"Uncle Yu, I don't understand what you said." Ye Qingxian's face was puzzled, is this a trick?

"I can sense that the hidden imperial consciousness in Ning Yuan's body is gradually awakening, and besides, he has a lot of luck and another opportunity, which is not something we can interfere with."

"As I said before, although Ning Yuan is more auspicious this time, but his life is worry-free, it is an excellent time to break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, and he will definitely come back."

The middle-aged man explained the reason to Ye Qingxian, even he was very curious, Ning Yuan was a person from the lower realm, but his talent was so rebellious, and he didn't know where it was sacred.

Hearing this, Ye Qingxian didn't say much, just stared at Ning Yuan's lonely back from afar, and unconsciously, her apricot eyes had sparkling droplets.

Outside Mengyang Mountain.

"Sword King, you are finally reluctant, I thought you were going to shrink in it for the rest of your life."

Above the sky, the prince Qin Luo was wearing a golden robe, condescending, staring indifferently at the figure that appeared in the valley.

That sword lord was extremely ironic.

"Qin Luo, do you really think you can keep me today?" Ning Yuan sneered, his eyes swept over the tens of thousands of monks in the heavens and the earth, as if he was looking at the dead.

The imperial soldiers rounded up by Zhou Tian felt Ning Yuan's eyes, and couldn't help but shiver, like falling into an ice cave, extremely cold.

Ning Yuan at this moment, where is he like a humble gentleman who listens to music elegantly in Mengyang Mountain, and more like a cold-blooded and ruthless killing god.

"Arrogance, it's just a dog of my royal family, do you really think you're invincible?" Qin Luo looked down, his eyes full of disdain.

"All the soldiers listen to the order and release the arrows!"

With Qin Luo's order, the bows and arrows in the hands of tens of thousands of elite soldiers came to Ning Yuan in unison, overwhelmingly descending, piercing the air, and there were bursts of whistling sounds.

"Empty ban."

Ning Yuan stretched out a palm and shook it in the air.

In an instant, a dull voice came from the space.

He saw that the countless huge bows and arrows that had collapsed down seemed to be frozen in ice, motionless, and hung high in the air.

"How...... What's going on? Qin Luo's face changed drastically, and he didn't know what was going on.

In the next moment, something even more strange happened, half of Ning Yuan's figure could no longer be found in the valley, and the living Ning Yuan disappeared under his nose.

There is only one sentence left in heaven and earth, which reverberates for a long time.

"The day I return will be the time of the change of your dynasty."