Bang!

Wang Yan's mind, the moment his forehead touched the point of light, there was a bang, as if a bomb had exploded in his mind, and the whole mind was buzzing in an instant.

A large amount of information that was even more complicated and chaotic than the Great Dao Sutra was faintly superior to the level of complexity and clutter, and frantically poured into his mind.

……

"Master, what is kendo?"

"Kendo is the way of the heart......"

In front of Wang Yan's eyes, countless complicated pictures came one after another, as if they were walking in glory, one after another, sounds, pictures flashed one after another in front of him, as if he had opened the perspective of God, watching the flickering pictures.

He saw a little boy carved in pink, led by an old man wearing a wide-sleeved robe and carrying a single sword, walking in the snow.

"Master, where are we going?"

"Xiaohe, since you have entered our division, you should abide by the rules of our division. My lineage, passed down from generation to generation, is tied to the sword in my hand. ”

The old man's pair of long eyebrows are like two snow-white daggers, horizontal above the eyebrow bone, dazzling to see, it is like a white-eyed lion, there is a sense of not being angry and arrogant, walking in the ice and snow, the countless snowflakes around him seem to be pulled by some mysterious force, around him, with each step he takes, the bigger and bigger, gradually seem to form a huge ice and snow storm.

And the old and the young walked in this ice and snow storm like that, looking at peace and sound, without any abnormality.

"When you enter my door, you should practice penance behind closed doors, and only after being approved by the teacher can you go out of the mountain and travel the world."

"Generations to generations?" The little boy blinked, and seemed to still have some confusion about what it meant to be passed down from generation to generation: "Does it mean that each generation only accepts one apprentice?" ”

"Yes!"

"Then isn't our sect very weak, if I am bullied, no one will be able to help me fight back."

"A gentleman should be self-reliant, and if he is angry, of course he must get it back, and this is true among the teachers!"

"Then our sect's reputation in the world must be very weak, right?"

"Yes and no. As a master, the reputation in this world is not obvious, and every person who walks out of the door has a great reputation in the world. ”

"Then master, what is your name in the world?"

"I walked the world as a teacher."

The white-eyed old man paused, and under a pair of white-eyebrows that were as sharp as blades, there was a slight color of memory: "When I was a teacher, I was called the first sword in a thousand years. ”

Rumble!

As he spit out these words, the entire ice and snow, as if a thunderclap sounded, countless snowflakes exploded from the ground like a blowout, and between the snow and the earth, it seemed that a pure white volcano composed entirely of snowflakes erupted at this moment.

"The first sword in a thousand years?" The little boy repeated, but the white-eyed old man showed a rare smile and stroked the little boy's forehead: "I hope that one day, your reputation in this world will be better than that of a teacher." ”

……

The picture was shattered, reunited, and appeared in front of Wang Yan, turning into a stunned picture.

"Master, disciple, today, I went down the mountain."

The mountains are verdant, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

In the thick green of the mountain, in front of a thatched hut, a tall young man was respectfully speaking to the old man sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

The young man's eyebrows are like a knife and an axe, like a person in a painting, but there is a kind of sky-high sharpness and heroism, if the woman sees it, just this face is enough to make people unable to extricate themselves at a glance.

Looking at the young man's face, there was a vague shadow of that Tianhe.

And the old man in front of him was the white-eyed old man that Wang Yan had seen before, but he was obviously much older, but he was still like a white-eyed lion, not angry and arrogant.

He held the sword with one hand, the blade pierced deep into the bluestone under his feet, closed his eyes and nodded: "Go, Xiaohe, there is nothing to teach you as a teacher." Your Wanhua Sword Technique is now only needed to be honed in the world. ”

"Master rest assured, this time when you go down the mountain, the disciple will definitely practice the Wanhua Sword Technique perfectly." The young man Duan Tianhe respectfully hugged his fist towards the old man, but he faintly felt that something was not right.

His own master today, there seems to be a thick tiredness in his voice?

He didn't think much about it, the master was old, and in the past few years, he has become more and more old, maybe he is simply tired.

"Go ahead." The white-eyed old man just waved his hand, as if to drive away.

Duan Tianhe respectfully bowed to the old man and strode towards the bottom of the mountain.

It's just that when I walked to the foot of the mountain, my complexion suddenly changed, and I felt the change in the breath on the top of the mountain, and I didn't have time to think about it, and the speed soared to the extreme in an instant, and I rushed towards the top of the mountain.

However, it was too late, and by the time he reached the top of the mountain, everything seemed to have changed from before he left, with the birds singing and the flowers swaying, a quiet and vibrant scene.

The only difference was that the white-eyed old man who seemed to drive him away not long ago was now sitting cross-legged on the ground, but his head was resting on the hand holding the sword, and his head was bowed, as if he was asleep.

However, the young Duan Tianhe knew that his master was like a lonely sword all his life.

The sword body is straight, not bent or bent, and his master, in his life, has never lowered his head, even if he sleeps, his waist is straight and he stands tall.

Leaned forward, and sure enough, I felt that the master's breath had been completely cut off, and there was no more life.

Many years ago, the first sword of a thousand years, which was once famous in the world, fell silently on this verdant mountain peak that no one cared about.

The world is impermanent, and time is merciless.

Tears rolled down the corners of the young Duan Tianhe's eyes, and he didn't know if he was sad about the death of his master or crying for the ruthlessness of time.

Their vein, all over the years, no matter what kind of scenery they were in life, they will be lonely after death, and they will die in the mountains and forests.

I don't know if it's some kind of curse.

"Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs......"

The young Duan Tianhe gritted his teeth, but a seed was planted in his heart.

He didn't want to be like his master, even if he ran rampant for a lifetime, he couldn't avoid the end of passing in time.

The master's body was respectfully collected, a tombstone was erected, and the young Duan Tianhe respectfully kowtowed in front of the tomb, and then disappeared between the misty mountains and forests.

……

The image shattered again.

Instantly, the shattered picture is like a storm and clouds, regrouping into a completely different picture.

Duan Tianhe, who was already a little mature on his face, swam on the riverside with a woman in a white dress.

The two talked and laughed, and they were in love with each other.

"Tianhe, will you take me away?" Suddenly, the woman in the white dress smiled and spoke.

"Let's go? Where to go? ”

Duan Tianhe was stunned for a moment.

"Go to Da Yue Country, go to Da Shi Country, you can go anywhere, as long as you leave here......" The voice of the woman in the white dress seemed to be faintly eager.

"It's just that I still have some things to ...... here," Duan Tianhe hesitated.

Not long ago, he received news that he wanted to explore an ancient ruin with a friend, and he couldn't get out of it at all.

"Well, let's wait a few days, and then we'll talk about leaving......" He reassured the woman in the white dress.

There was a flash of disappointment on the face of the woman in the white dress, but then the smile was full again: "Okay, I'll listen to you." ”

Duan Tianhe didn't notice at all that there was a bit of sadness hidden in the smile of the woman in the white dress.

A few days later, he and his friend explored the ruins together, but in the ruins, he encountered a meteorite from the sky, and his friend was seriously injured and unconscious.

He didn't have time to rejoice, he sent his friend out first, and after confirming that his friend was okay, he began to flip through the Great Dao Sutra, and under this reading, he was even more ecstatic.

With the scriptures in front of him, he had already left behind his promise to the woman in the white dress, and studied the scriptures behind closed doors for several months, and finally got a glimpse of the way, and he was overjoyed.

As soon as he got out, he rushed back to the capital, wanting to tell the woman in the white dress the good news.

As a result, what awaited him was a big bad news.

It turned out that the woman in the white dress was actually the daughter of the Son of Heaven of the Great Yan Kingdom today, and she was a princess, and when she got along with Duan Tianhe before, she always concealed her identity, so Duan Tianhe didn't know about it.

And the reason why she was exiled was because she fled without permission, in order to escape the marriage arranged for her by the emperor of the Great Yan Kingdom.

When Duan Tianhe was in retreat, the Son of Heaven sent someone to arrest the woman in the white dress and force her to hold a wedding ceremony.

The Son of Heaven of the Great Yan Kingdom also knew that the princess had some connection with a mortal boy, but he didn't care, just a mortal boy, could he turn the sky upside down?

As long as that kid is killed, who in the world knows that the princess once had a bad relationship with a grass people?

Hearing this news, Duan Tianhe was furious and killed the people sent by the Son of Heaven, and even came out with his sword and killed all the way to the Jinluan Palace.

There is a huge capital, and the masters are like clouds, but no one can stop that person and a sword.

The blood flowed like a river, and there were countless corpses of His Royal Highness Jin Luan, and even today, he was trembling with fright, and left Beijing to avoid trouble.

It's a pity that when he entered the palace, what he saw was a three-foot white silk and a corpse that had died.

The princess thought that Duan Tianhe had abandoned her, and when she was desperate, she committed suicide by hanging herself, but the Son of Heaven did not make a statement in order to protect the reputation of the royal family.

Only one word remains.

What is the situation in the world? Orthodox people depend on life and death.

At this time, he recalled that his master always seemed to have a handkerchief hidden in his arms, like a woman's use.

Perhaps, this is also the curse suffered by their master?

Duan Tianhe was grief-stricken, but at this time, he was attacked by the means left by the Son of Heaven, and was seriously injured, and in the chaos, he still forcibly broke out of the capital.

It's just that he was seriously injured because of this, his foundation was damaged, his realm plummeted, and he was no longer at his peak.

The Son of Heaven did not want such a big enemy under the tree, so he personally sent someone to negotiate peace with Duan Tianhe, and Duan Tianhe finally agreed, on the condition that he would not set foot in the capital without permission.

He was already famous, so he simply established a sect in this remote place, called the Thousand Yang Sect.