Located in the south of Fengning City, the mountain is not very high, and it often only takes three or four hours to reach the summit for climbers with good foot strength.

However, until dusk, there was still no night breeze on the top of the mountain.

Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, all the monks have regarded mountaineering as a top priority. No one knows what happened on the mountaineering trail, only that these monks often had to climb for a long time to reach the summit, no matter how high or low they were cultivated.

Along with the monk's ascent to the top, it is often accompanied by the appearance of visions of heaven and earth, which is called the path to communication with the gods, that is, the long steps to the heavens.

The fear of the unknown has led to a popular belief among monks that only the chosen ones will reach the top.

Some young genius monks did not believe in evil and climbed the mountain without permission, but they slipped down the mountain in less than a quarter of an hour.

People were curious about what was going on on the mountain, and the cultivator, who was known as the immortal of the formation by later generations, had tears in his eyes and was silent all day after coming down the mountain, and after many questions, he said vaguely: "I have never felt so small and so unbearable."

This made the monks more and more curious about mountaineering.

Different from the mountaineering road that seems to be like a home for others, for the mountaineer itself, it is the most cherished memory in this life.

The dialogue across time and space, along the long river of time, the figure standing on the bank looks solemn and solemn.

At this moment, the night breeze left a wooden house on the mountainside, and he looked at the broken wooden door and solemnly bowed again and again.

Since going up the mountain, the breath of the night breeze has fallen and fallen, lifted and lifted.

He was already worried about whether he would be able to continue on this journey.

It is said that during the climb, the former guardians will appear as mountain people to guide the monks who climb the mountain, and they will also have a discussion with them.

These gentlemen, when they face them in person, feel more and more small.

These guardians have retained their memories of their mountaineering and used their most prosperous side to clear the obstacles in front of them.

It's just that I can really afford their expectations.

Ye Qingfeng drank a sip of mountain spring water, looking at the sinking sunset, he gently closed his eyes, and his mood was extremely calm.

Of the eight guardians in the history of Fengning City, he had met six of them now.

The familiar figure, but he refused to come to see him.

"Can't you walk, there are many beasts in the mountains at night, so it's better for Xiaoyou to go to the mountains in the morning."

Night breeze was awakened by a sudden voice behind him, not the sudden appearance of the voice, but the owner of the voice...... He was all too familiar.

"Senpai!"

Night breeze suddenly burst into tears, and he turned around and hugged the comer.

"Little friend, I see you very familiar."

Xu Yuanxia was dressed in a cyan robe, gently patting the back of the night breeze.

"It's rude." Ye Qingfeng took two steps back, his eyes were a little red, but he still didn't forget to salute Xu Yuanxia.

Xu Yuanxia smiled, grabbed the hand of the night breeze, and walked towards the top of the mountain.

Along the way, Xu Yuanxia didn't talk about cultivation, nor did she talk about Ye Qingfeng, but just talked about her parents. Ye Qingfeng had a lot of things he wanted to say to this cultivator who died for others, but it was okay to turn the words into one sentence when the words came to his lips.

Xu Yuanxia led the night breeze like this, just like many years ago in Kyoto, he took the young man to buy sugar gourds.

"Although I don't know you, you are very much like an old man I know, you must have suffered a lot of grievances to come here." Xu Yuanxia looked at the night breeze, and the eyes of this former guardian seemed to be shining like stars.

Ye Qingfeng nodded and shook his head, and finally grinned: "It's not bitter at all."

Xu Yuanxia touched Ye Qingfeng's head, and her eyes were kind: "What a good boy...... It's time, let's go. ”

After that, Xu Yuanxia gently pushed the night breeze, and when the night breeze turned around, she had already reached the top of the mountain, but Xu Yuanxia was gone.

Night Breeze looked at the boulder in front of him, which represented the Guardian Contract, and then looked back at the road he had come. With a bang, this genius monk, who was famous and carrying the honor of his family, knelt down and cried heartbreakingly.

What Ye Qingfeng didn't know was that somewhere he couldn't see, Xu Yuanxia was silently watching his actions, and with him, there was an old man.

"You've done a good deed, otherwise you wouldn't have walked up the mountain. I'm afraid that my feet will be weak, so don't even think about taking a step. The old man looked at Xu Yuanxia's eyes full of night breeze, and snorted coldly.

"That's a mistake from my predecessors." Xu Yuanxia touched the white dust and said: "For some reason, I always feel that I have seen him somewhere, he is kind-hearted and talented. I think the other six seniors must have also taken a fancy to this child's future before they appeared. ”

The old man was noncommittal, just looked at the night breeze who was kneeling on the ground and crying loudly, as if he thought of something.

"Then again, if the seniors don't show up, don't you look down on this kid?"

When the old man heard this, he gently twisted his gray beard, shook his head and said, "How can it be, I wish I could pass on everything I have learned in my life to future generations, but what is the use of passing it on to people who have no people in my heart."

Xu Yuanxia nodded lightly, and couldn't help sighing: "How can we ask others to do what we can't do."

"Nope." The old man narrowed his eyes and suddenly said, "There will definitely be someone who chooses to take on the responsibility that does not belong to him for the sake of the common people in the world."

"We'll see." Xu Yuanxia smiled.

The night breeze was tired of crying, he lay on the ground and looked at the stars, as if there was a breath in his heart blocking him, making him depressed.

As the sun's rays spread over the city once more, the night breeze finally stood up.

In front of an old stone platform at the top of the mountain, he made an incense offer, and then cut the palm of his hand, and the blood fell into the earth.

In an instant, eight of the previous Guardians appeared at the same time. They were old and young, and they were all dressed in robes or brocade or coarse cloth. Everyone is different, but they all look at the young man in front of them with a smile in their eyes.

Ye Qingfeng looked at the figures around him, and his eyes finally fell on Xu Yuanxia's body.

Xu Yuanxia smiled in her eyes and nodded slightly.

The night breeze solemnly bowed to the guardians of the past dynasties, and finally stood in front of Xu Yuanxia.

Xu Yuanxia shook off the dust, took out the seal symbolizing Fengning City from her arms, and handed it to Ye Qingfeng with her own hands.

Night breeze knelt on the ground and took the seal with both hands.

"I wish you good luck and prosperity."

Xu Yuanxia smiled and left her blessings for the night breeze.

"Draw your sword for the happiness of the people!"

A middle-aged guardian spoke up.

"Hmm!"

Ye Qingfeng nodded heavily, holding back his tears, and faced Fengning City. Standing here, he could see the city beneath his feet sleeping, like a fragile baby in need of care.

"Twenty years of wasted time, now it is the year of the crown, and you can know three or two things in the world." The night breeze muttered to himself, and the pride of the sky finally lowered his head and walked down the altar that belonged to him.

Xu Yuanxia, who was at the bottom, smiled even more, yes, that's it, you are really the destined sword immortal.

Unlike him, the old man standing in the first place frowned when he saw this scene.

"Night breeze, what do you want." The old man suddenly said loudly.

"I want to give back my free body."

The sound of the night breeze was not loud, but it echoed in every corner of Fengning, the demons trembled, the rivers boiled, and the birds flew up.

"Okay." The old man smiled rarely, and his figure began to fade away.

The rest of the guardians also disappeared in turn, and when it was Xu Yuanxia's turn, he reluctantly looked at Ye Qingfeng, and suddenly said, "I remember, Xiao Ye......"

Ye Qingfeng's body trembled, but he didn't turn around.

"Protect Fengning City for me." At the top of the Inverted Sword Mountain, Xu Yuanxia pinned all her hopes on Ye Qingfeng.

The Guardian is not going to defeat demons, but himself, who was and will be.

We all lost, but you will win.

On this day, an oath exploded like thunder on the top of the Inverted Sword Mountain.

"The sun, moon and stars are the witnesses, the mountains and rivers are the oath, and those who invade my mountains and rivers should be punished with the long sword in my hand! Everywhere I look, there is peace on earth! ”

The night breeze drew its sword from its sheath and plunged it into the ground.

"Demons, demons and gods listen to it, Fengning City does not allow you to be presumptuous."

Drawing his sword, the night breeze held the seal in his hand and printed it on the stone platform beside him.

Suddenly, a ray of light spread out from the top of the mountain, and in the blink of an eye, it enveloped the entire Fengning City.

"The cultivators in the world listen to it, and all the injustices of Fengning are judged by me."

Finally, Ye Qingfeng looked at the rising sun, clenched the long sword in his hand tightly, and gently swung it towards the sky.

Suddenly, dark clouds filled the sky, lightning and thunder. Soon it began to rain heavily.

After doing all this, Ye Qingfeng stood in the heavy rain, closed his eyes and let the rain wet his body.

Seniors, don't be too homesick, I will not let filth pollute your resting place.

The night breeze gritted his teeth, and a depressed breath in his heart finally exploded.

At the top of the Inverted Sword Mountain, a figure swept up and flew into the sky above Fengning City.

In Fengning City that day, the water in the river swelled, and it rained heavily for three days and three nights. Ye Qingfeng was like a madman, and he laid out twenty-four formations in the thirteen cities in the south of the Yangtze River in one day. Thanks to the blessing of the night breeze, until the later guardian succeeded him, the land of the three states in the south of the Yangtze River was still the most stable area in Huaxia.

This is also one of the reasons why later generations have a high evaluation of Ye Qingfeng, most historians believe that Ye Qingfeng is worthy of the title of genius of the world, and throughout the hundred years of cultivators, no one can stand out.

Of course, there are still some people who think this assessment is exaggerated. The reason they gave was that Ye Qingfeng had neither participated in the counterattack battle, nor had he been trained under the Demon Suppression Stone. It would be too casual to think that he was a genius of the world just by virtue of his exploits in suppressing demons, not to mention that Ye Qingfeng would be silent for decades, and if he was born again, he would already lose the duel with Ye Yu.

Because of the relationship between the night metaphor, people are always full of curiosity about Ye Qingfeng, the nominal father of the night metaphor, and there are many people who put aside the subjective factor and think that Ye Qingfeng is not guilty.

It's just that at that time, Ye Qingfeng has been in the past for many years, and right and wrong are probably only known by the two people who drew their swords against each other in the courtyard of the night family.

In the Jiangnan Military Region, Chen Jingzhi looked at the pouring rain, and a stone hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground.

We will always owe more to these monks.

Chen Jingzhi's eyes were complicated, he didn't understand why the Sword Immortal preached in all directions back then, but he didn't unlock the lifespan limit on human beings.

Rather than pinning hopes on an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years to save the common people, maybe the twenty-year-old young man in front of him is more like a person who can do such a thing.

Chen Jingzhi's eyelids drooped, and he revered these people from the bottom of his heart.

In Zhizhu Alley, Wang Wan lit the carbon fire in the stove to make the house a little warmer. After changing into clean clothes, she hid under the covers and watched the torrential rain outside the window. She suddenly remembered that when she was young, her mother once said to herself, what about the rain, is the tears of the rain god in the sky.

The corners of Wang Wan's mouth rose, but there was some sadness in her eyes, and she casually opened the "Hundred Swords Spectrum" borrowed from Xiao Li and read it carefully.

Ha, this book is so fake, what is the "No. 1 Sword Immortal in Jiazi", bragging! has made up so many names like decent, what flying sword takes people's lives, what kind of casual wave is the fire of the sky, how can there be such an unbounded book.

Wang Wan was bored flipping through the book, but suddenly thought of how good it would be if she could be the heroine in this book. Walking the rivers and lakes, with a sword, drinking wine, the road is uneven and draws a sword!

Wang Wan looked at her slender hand and shook her head. No, no, the sword is too heavy to pick it up, so let's marry a sword fairy! Great Sword Immortal! How big is big? Not......

Wang Wan turned her head to look out the window, although she couldn't see the scenery outside the alley, there was already a river meandering in her heart, so she read the preface of "Hundred Swords".

"The strong must dare to draw their swords to the sky for the injustices in the world - sword immortals."

Wang Wan's heart was warm, this sword immortal was really a good person.

Although life is difficult, there are always people who travel all over the world just to help these people, right?

Wang Wanyu swiped her hand, and the content of the first page came into view, it was a young man named Ye Qingfeng.

"First place...... Wang Wan pondered for a moment and then laughed: "Looking strangely young, the old guys in the back are envious to death, they just look a little dull...... It doesn't fit the image of the Great Sword Immortal in my mind! ”

Before the words fell, there was a knock on the door, Wang Wan got up in her clothes and opened the creaking wooden door, and what greeted her was a young man holding an oil-paper umbrella sideways, looking exactly the same as the breeze of the night just now!

Ye Qingfeng, who was dressed in a Confucian shirt, turned around, how could he still have half of the sloppy appearance when he first saw him at this moment, only to see him smile slightly, and then said: "Hello, Miss Wang Wan, I am the stupid and stupid night breeze you just praised."