All the mighty storms, thunders, earths, and fires were all stopped in that sword.

But that sword didn't appear in this world.

Rather, it fell many years ago.

The Qiankun Dao Technique dispersed.

The two of them landed again on the long street.

The old Taoist looked down at the inexplicable extra sword wound on his chest, full of surprise, he was silent for a long time, and said softly: "What kind of sword is this?" ”

The young Daoist looked at his master and said softly, "Causal Sword." ”

The old Taoist laughed, and the wind and rain came through the sword hole.

"This hexagram has indeed become very good." The old Taoist looked at the young Taoist with satisfaction. "I didn't count."

If it is not among the thousands of hexagrams, it naturally cannot be calculated.

The hexagrams in the whole rainy night are all confused.

It's just that the old Taoist has no intention of counting a lot of things.

The wind and rain continued, but there was no longer the previous killing intent.

Just wind and rain.

Washing the long street, everything comes from the desert and precipitates the wind and sand in the world.

The young Taoist stood in the rain, raised his palm and bowed deeply to the old Taoist, then picked up the umbrella that had fallen from the ground, turned around and walked out of the long street.

"I thought you were going to take this opportunity to kill me." The old Taoist looked down at the hole in his heart and said softly.

The young Taoist stopped in the wind and rain of the long street, wearing a fluttering robe.

"I can't do it, Master." The young Daoist turned his head and looked at the old Daoist, "Senior Brother, they will not let go of this opportunity—after this sword, Master, you will lose control of the Qingtian Dao." ”

The young man seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, and turned away in the wind.

The old man knew what he wanted to say.

- This is, the deepest ruthlessness I can do.

The old Taoist stood silently in place, and the old wounds that suddenly appeared in his heart began to bleed again because of this battle with his disciples.

Dropping to the ground.

The old man looked south.

I began to think, when did that sword fall?

A large galaxy began to appear in the eyes of the old Taoist.

The river of stars turned, and it fell in a certain year in the world.

......

In the ninth hundred and twenty-third year of the Great Wind Calendar, in December, there was heavy snow in the world.

Nanyi City.

In the snowy Nanyi City, there is a young Taoist standing on the long street, the Taoist is very young, just over twenty years old, and his eyebrows are still full of those immature and unfinished youth.

The Taoist came from the north, and when he came, the world was still full of spring branches, and when he traveled all the way to Nanyi City, it was already a season of heavy snowfall.

The snow in the city can't suppress the prosperous scenery in Nanyi City.

This is something that the Qingtian Dao can't have in a place deep in the green mountains.

The young Taoist walked along the long street, looking around, and then stopped in front of a vendor selling sugar gourds.

The Taoist looked at it for a long time, took out a few pennies from the soles of his shoes, bought a branch, leaned on the riverside guardrail where the snow was piled up, ate in small bites, and quietly looked at the world.

The Taoist only ate the sugar gourd once when he was very young.

It was when he was five years old, and when his father took him out for the last time, he rummaged in his arms for a long time, and with a penny, he bought a sugar gourd and stuffed it into his hand.

After he finished eating the sugar gourd, he followed the Taoist who suddenly visited to Qingtian Dao.

For many years after that, there was no green hill again.

Until the Tao is completed.

Yes.

The Taoist is very young.

But it's already a great road realm on earth.

Throughout the 2,000-year history of the cultivation world, it is extremely rare for young people to enter the Great Dao.

"White wind and rain?"

Someone was calling the young Taoist's name.

Bai Fengyu turned his head and saw a middle-aged man yawning on a bridge in Nanyi City looking at the snow.

Or rather, a demon.

A demon dressed in white.

It's just that Bai Fengyu can't see what kind of demon he is.

It's just that nine hundred years ago, the world would not distinguish between humans and demons, so Bai Fengyu didn't have any doubts about the identity of the middle-aged man, just took a bite of the sugar gourd, looked at him and asked, "How do you know my name?" ”

The middle-aged man smiled lazily and said, "When I saw you, I felt that there was a storm coming, so I called it casually, but I didn't expect you to really call this name." ”

Bai Fengyu naturally didn't believe it, and said: "Your Excellency doesn't look like an ordinary person, I guess you are very quick to draw your sword, it must be called Cong Blade." ”

Cong Blade looked at him with a strange expression, not knowing if he was joking, or if he really felt like this, thought about it, nodded and said, "My name is indeed Cong Blade." ”

Bai Fengyu shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm here today to see Senior Cong Blade, if I do, I will tell you about your offense to him by the way." ”

It seems to be joking.

Cong Blade thought.

So he thought it was funny, laughed, and said, "Then remember to help him ask him whether the sugar gourd is bitter or sweet." ”

Bai Fengyu felt that this question was very strange, but he didn't delve into it, but just said, "I'll try my best." ”

Cong Jian looked at him from the bridge and watched for a long time, and the latter was calmly eating the sugar gourd, licking the sugar stains off the stick every time he bit down on a hawthorn.

"You don't wonder how I know your name?"

Bai Fengyu put down the sugar gourd in his hand, looking at the heavy snow, his eyebrows were full of spring breeze.

"The world should know my name."

"The avenue?"

"The avenue is up."

Bai Fengyu said arrogantly.

"Awesome!"

Cong Blade complimented.

"That's nature!"

Cong Blade laughed and walked off the bridge.

Bai Fengyu looked at Cong Blade's figure leaving in the wind and snow, and secretly speculated.

White-clothed, demonic.

Could it be the president of the Huangliang Hanging Academy?

The white clothes are indeed handsome.

Bai Fengyu also wanted to wear white clothes, but the people of Qingtian Dao did not wear white clothes, so he gave up this idea.

After eating the sugar gourd in the snow on the riverbank, Bai Fengyu asked a passer-by about the location of the Human Sword Sect, and walked in the wind and snow.

When Bai Fengyu arrived at the Human Sword Sect, the people in the Sword Sect were playing cards.

In the gatehouse, four or five disciples gathered around a table with a stove, and they were inseparable.

Although Bai Fengyu didn't understand this kind of card-playing ethos, he didn't ask too much, and politely asked where their master was.

A disciple showed him the way, and Bai Fengyu stepped on the thick snow, passed through the snow forest of the inclined bridge, and headed towards a pool.

Then he saw a smiling bush under the peach tree.

"Why are you here?"

Bai Fengyu was stunned for a moment.

Cong Blade looked at him and smiled, "Because I really am Cong Blade." ”

......

Beitai stood in the wind and rain and looked at the old Taoist, he knew what the old Taoist was looking for.

The point in time when that sword fell.

It's just that up to this point, there is still no sign of it.

When the old Taoist recalled this, he also smiled, as if he was laughing at the stupidity and simplicity of the past.

Then the star river turns and goes on.

......

It took Bai Fengyu a long time to get out of that embarrassing situation.

Naturally, he didn't ask Cong Blade Sugar Gourd whether it was bitter or sweet.

Under the peach tree by the bridge, he laughed for a long time in the peach blossoms and snow.

"Entering the avenue at the age of twenty, even if it was my master Cong Zhongxiao, I didn't do it back then, and I didn't either, the world should really know your name, Bai Fengyu."

Bai Fengyu Shouli also stood proudly on the edge of a pool, and said with a chuckle: "A hundred years of life, they will have to hear the name Bai Fengyu for many years." ”

Cong Jian smiled slightly and said, "So what are you doing in Nanyi City?" ”

"Learn the sword."

"Why?"

Bai Fengyu looked at Cong Jian with reverence and said: "The avenue is tens of millions, the seniors have learned from the world, and the younger generations also have this ambition. ”

Cong Blade did not refuse, nor did he agree, just calmly looked at Bai Fengyu.

"My talent is not good, my master used to say this about me in the past, and I entered the Dao very late." Cong Jian looked at Bai Fengyu, "Do you know why I can also practice the Witch and Ghost Dharma? ”

Bai Fengyu was silent for a long time, and then said: "Because the predecessors lived for a long time. ”

"Yes." Cong Jian stood up, walked over to Bai Fengyu, walked to the edge of a pool and looked at the snow by the pool. "Your talent is very high, I can't match it, when your master took you under his disciple, I heard about it - the world has heard your name for a long time."

Bai Fengyu listened quietly, he knew that Cong Blade would naturally not just praise his talent.

Sure enough, Cong Blade's next words meant a turn.

"But in life, talent alone is not enough, your talent is very high, but you are only a human being after all."

"Why is the Dao Saint able to learn from the world?"

Cong Jian smiled and said, "Because he is a Dao Saint, in the words of a thousand years ago, if he wants to do something, he will always be the best in the world, and he will always be the first in the world." ”

Bai Fengyu stood quietly by the edge of a pool.

"I think I can too."

Young people are naturally always confident and arrogant.

Cong Blade chuckled softly, turned and walked back to the bridge, and lay down on the edge of the bridge.

"Then prove it to me."

......

The memories of the old Taoist stop here.

Look down at your heart.

Yes, this is it.

After Cong Jian said this sentence back then, it should have been—I will teach you a sword at that time.

But in that memory, the old Taoist saw a different picture.

Cong Blade suddenly had an extra sword in his hand.

Heart.

Now you can learn this sword.

Cong Blade said.

Bai Fengyu has not yet reacted.

The sword had already passed through his heart.

The old Taoist's memories ended, and the stars in his eyes dispersed.

Holding his chest, he bent down in the rainy night, coughing incessantly.

What a sword cause and effect!

The corners of the old man's lips were full of blood, and he coughed violently.

Yes, but isn't this the fulfillment of Cong Blade's words back then?

Bai Fengyu proved that he has enough talent.

To set off the storm in the world.

So Cong Blade taught him a sword.

In the nine hundred and twenty-third years of the Great Wind Calendar.

The first sight in the snow in December.

It's just that.

What is this?

Bai Fengyu coughed incessantly, then raised his head and looked under the eaves.

A sword came out of the storm.

fell into the hands of Bai Fengyu, and then stabbed at the young man who followed all his memories under the eaves of the rainy night.

The sword of rain stayed at the tip of the nose of the north platform.

"What do you want?"

Beitai looked at the sword in front of him for a long time, looked up at the old Taoist in front of him, and said softly, "Do me a favor." ”