Smoke and rain building.

A young girl with a black and white sword behind her back sat on a treetop, looking at the cliff on the opposite bank.

Behind the girl, there stood a hundred-zhang tall building, towering into the clouds, like the dwelling of immortals. In comparison, the gut-breaking cliff at her feet is actually not so heartbroken.

Some people say that the reason why the Broken Intestine Cliff breaks the intestine is not because of its height. But the people who come to the Broken Intestine Cliff to see the scenery are all people who are trapped by love, and the love is deep, and it is naturally sad and heartbroken.

Some people also say that the descendants of the first head of Yanyulou sacrificed their lives from this broken bowels cliff for their sweethearts.

The girl thought of these half-truths and half-truths, and naturally felt funny.

In the world, where are so many martyrs who want to sacrifice their lives and die for them at every turn?

Not to mention the cultivators on the mountain, who are already pure-hearted and have few desires, ask for immortality.

Love, hatred, and hatred are all stumbling blocks on the road to immortality, and they will only make the Qi Refiner stop and waste his time.

"Tomorrow night, what do you want?"

A woman's voice, as clear as a warbler, sounded from behind the girl.

The woman walked slowly to the bottom of the tree and looked at the girl with the black and white sword behind her.

The latter turned over, his movements were crisp and neat, and he fell violently, but he was able to unload ninety percent of his strength at the moment when his feet touched the bottom, and landed smoothly, without even splashing a trace of wind and dust.

That girl was already as light as a swallow, and after returning to the sect half a year ago, she was immersed in cultivation.

Swordsmanship, body method, and heart method, none of them are left behind.

Even the girl's father, the sect master of Yanyu Tower, Ming Qiansheng, one of the ten people in the world, once watched the girl downstairs practicing swords from Yanyu Tower, and sighed that she was really crazy and worked hard to practice.

It was as if someone behind her was chasing her with a knife, forcing the girl forward.

How could Ming Qiansheng know that it is not only someone chasing behind him that will make people go crazy and run forward.

If you have someone in front of you, you can do the same.

The girl is tomorrow night, and now she is already a sword cultivator in the cave realm.

Since the morning snow in the Sleepless Mountain, even on the way home, she has never left behind to practice.

The girl looked at the woman, pinched her sword and saluted, "Sister Peony, why are you here?"

Peony smiled and said: "Didn't you promise your father last night to go upstairs for dinner earlier, your father made a table of dishes, and seeing that you didn't come over for a long time, I told me to come outside the building to look for you." I guess you're probably coming to the Broken Intestine Cliff, come over and take a look, you're really in a daze here. ”

Tomorrow night, I passed by the woman with light red makeup and said, "I almost forgot, I'll go up now." ”

The woman said a word, stopped the girl, and said with concern: "Tomorrow night, what's going on lately, look at your soul and worrying all day long." ”

Who knew that the girl not only admitted it, but also retorted: "How can there be, my sister has not looked away, I have been practicing swords diligently recently, and I have never slacked off for half a minute, let alone not giving up." ”

"No, what are you hiding, your steps are hurrying, your eyes dodging. Aren't you afraid that your sister will see something strange in your eyes?" The woman smiled and approached, teasing and teasing the girl, and was about to twist with her.

After some play, he laughed tomorrow night, and seeing that the girl smiled naturally, the woman with light red makeup was relieved.

It's nothing to have things on your mind, but you have to be able to take them and put them down, you can't always think about those things on your mind, and you can't even live a good life.

Seeing that Mingye's expression was relaxed, Peony was convenient to teach the girl a few words, she said bitterly: "Tomorrow night, cultivators also pay attention to relaxation, you have excellent talent since childhood, you have been ahead of your peers, even if it is one or two failures, in fact, it is nothing, cultivators, after all, it depends on who can go longer and farther, and there is no need to worry about the small bumps in the middle of the road." The strong must be able to take it, put it down, win it, and lose it. ”

Knowing that Sister Peony was worried that she would be defeated by her peers in the Sleepless Mountain Morning Snow Festival, that sword line, so she would have this kind of temptation.

"Tomorrow night understands, more Sister Peony's golden words. "How smart the girl is, nodding in response, how well-behaved and sensible.

Only then did the woman completely unload the burden in her heart, hugged the girl who was as tall as her shoulders and laughed all the way back to the Yanyu Building, recited the mantra silently in the magic circle, and went to the top floor of the Yanyu Building, which was an area that only the Sect Master and the Young Sect Master, as well as the two Patriarch Hall Elders, could enter.

Passing through the cloud corridor, entering a wide courtyard, in the wide courtyard, there are the main hall and the side hall.

A middle-aged man with white hair stood outside the door of the main hall with his hands behind his back, smiling at the women and girls who were approaching him.

Ming Qiansheng's age is actually not as old as he seems.

In his early years, due to the ups and downs of fate, the first half of his life as the sect master of Yanyulou was in the temple and dealing with those eunuchs and ministers.

In the prosperous world, the courtiers are loyal and treacherous, and the factional disputes between the DPRK and the Chinese are continuous, and the civil and military officials each form gangs and factions, forcing others to stand in line, a group of former courtiers, a group of courtiers, a group of courtiers, a group of saints, and a group of doglegs in the East Palace. The three provinces and six departments, the civil and military officials, seem to have sharpened their heads and drilled into the oily and watery places, drilled behind the "Ming Lord", and pointed out the country, all of them have a set of rules and regulations, but it is difficult to implement them······

Everyone is scheming, in order to seek a future and interests, so that Ming Qiansheng, who is in the center of the whirlpool, even if he just wants to seek a place to settle down and live, for the country and the people, it is difficult to gain a foothold.

Being in a high position, but not standing in line, and not doing something practical for the dawn of the common people in the real sense, may be able to return to the mountains and forests in the end and retreat with his whole body, which is already a life that Ming Qiansheng can be proud of.

It must be known that those who have always held high positions in the DPRK and the central government, in the twilight of their lives, whether they are traitors and loyal ministers, have found it difficult to save their lives.

Either die of cause and effect, or die of doubt.

From a certain standpoint, being able to get out of it is enough to be proud.

To this day, the old man, who has become a great monk on the top of the mountain, still laments the impermanence of fate and plays with mortals in applause.

If it weren't for his career back then, he wouldn't have gray hair early, and he wouldn't have chosen to retreat to the mountains and forests.

Then, naturally, there will be no subsequent visits to the mountains and immortals, and there will be more "Tao".

If you don't embark on the path of cultivation, there will be no one of the ten people in Fuyao today, and there will be no Yanyu Tower, which is one of the great sects in Fuyao.

However, although he broke through the world on the mountain, Ming Qiansheng still believed that it was still a pity that he could not achieve his ideals and ambitions in the "Son of Heaven Hall".

Otherwise, he would not have built the highest floor of the Yanyu Building into the appearance of the Jinluan Palace in the secular palace.

The main hall is a partial hall, this hall and that hall, this palace and that palace, and even the surrounding wall also adopts the palace wall style, color and material.

Moreover, at that time, before entering the mountain to visit the immortals, he had already thought too much, causing Ming Qiansheng, who had gray hair, even after cultivating to the Jindan realm, it was clear that he could rely on the cultivation realm to make his hair black again, but he did not do so.

It's like always reminding yourself that you've lost and lost.

And Yanyulou, the Jinluan Hall built in imitation of that dynasty, is today's Ming Qiansheng, a reminder of the past Ming Qiansheng.

Lost and lost, and importantly, stood up.

This is also the reason why the old sect master invited the female sword immortal Yunmeng with good intentions to rush to the Sleepless Mountain, hoping that she could try to make her lose before asking the sword to win the championship tomorrow night.

Ming Qiansheng thought that in this life, people will never have a smooth journey, and they will inevitably encounter turmoil.

The sooner the failure comes, the lighter it is. If the failure comes later, it will be heavier.

A person who has never lost will have a taste of failure for the first time, and it will be difficult to let go. And the later the person tastes defeat, the more difficult it will be to get back on his feet.

Ming Qiansheng is a person who has come over, and he knows that it is easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down.

It is easier to climb again than to fall down and climb again before reaching the top.

Under the eaves of the main hall, hang a wind chime, there is a spring breeze blowing, it rustles, crisp and pleasant, such as a mountain stream flowing through the ear, faintly itchy.

After Peony saw Ming Qiansheng, she saluted respectfully and said, "Peony has seen Shizun." ”

Ming Qiansheng hummed and nodded in understanding.

"Night and night, come and try Daddy's handiwork. Ming Qiansheng smiled, opened his hands, and hugged the girl who was walking towards him.

The girl was a little embarrassed, she dodged away from Ming Qiansheng's embrace, hurriedly crossed the threshold, walked quickly into the main hall, and found a place to sit down, a little embarrassed.

Ming Qiansheng hugged a lonely person, but he was not angry, smiled and squinted, turned around and walked into the main hall, the woman named Peony stayed outside the main hall, gave Ming Qiansheng a blessing, and said: "Please Shizun and Sister Mingye enjoy dinner slowly." The peony won't disturb your father and daughter's chatter. ”

Ming Qiansheng snorted and did not stay.

After the words, the woman left, how could Tingting be curvy.

Although he wants to sit next to his daughter, how can the old sect master, who is familiar with human feelings and sophistication, not see the embarrassment of the girl?

In the end, he chose to sit at the door, sitting opposite the girl with his back to the main hall lobby, the two faced each other, but they were far apart, and tomorrow night was really much easier.

Ming Qiansheng picked up the chopsticks with a smile, pointed to the steaming dishes on the table, and said: "Night and night, look, these are all dishes you liked to eat in the past, eat quickly, don't look at it." ”

Tomorrow night complained a little: "I'm such an adult, why does my father always call me a nickname." ”

Ming Qiansheng laughed: "What's the matter, when my daughter is older, she won't be close to her father? Could it be that her father has to be like them, calling you the young sect master or calling her by her name?"

"Daddy, you know I didn't mean that!" the girl was ashamed and annoyed.

The old sect master laughed, stretched out a hand with a smile, pressed it twice, and said with relief: "Okay, good, daddy knows, I won't tease you, eat vegetables." ”

Don't say that a sixteen-year-old girl, even if she is a sixty-year-old girl, in the eyes of her parents, I am afraid that she will always be the babbling child.

Ming Qiansheng didn't say much, just occasionally put a chopstick dish into his bowl, and occasionally raised his head to look at the girl, not too often, in order not to give the girl a psychological burden, he had to rub his hands, pretending to look around left and right.

Looking at the daughter who had grown up, the old sect master was full of emotion in his heart, thinking back to the past, when the little girl couldn't walk and could only climb, she liked to ride on her shoulder the most, and let herself take her around to play.

At that time, when she called her daughter "night and night", the little girl would squeak and laugh non-stop.

Later, a few years older, my daughter learned to walk and talk, she could read and write, and when she met herself, the little girl would still fart and throw herself into her arms, and she was picked up by herself, and she circled in the air in place, and said with a smile "Edgeworth flies~".

The daughter is older, practicing swords, recognizing swords, and embarking on the road of cultivation, it seems that the father and daughter have divided a lot.

Hearing herself call her by her nickname again, her daughter will feel embarrassed and will dodge from her hug.

If you have something on your mind, you hide it in your heart, and you don't tell yourself, the father.

Watching your child grow up step by step is like watching your child go far step by step.

Ming Qiansheng was stunned, and in a trance, it seemed that the big girl who held chopsticks in one hand and fed vegetables to her mouth changed back into the little girl who wore two pigtails and liked to ride on her back and listen to stories.

In a blink of an eye, the little girl who was picked up by herself, spun around in a circle, and shouted "Edgeworth Fly~" changed again.

My daughter has grown into an adult.

Ming Qiansheng picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, it was tasteless, and he asked, "Tomorrow night, is it delicious?"

The girl Mu Ne nodded and said, "Dad's craftsmanship has always been excellent. ”

Ming Qiansheng smiled.

Since the daughter came home, it seems that the father and daughter have not eaten alone so quietly.

The first few times, once was the young sect master who returned home for the wind and dust, full of friends, staggered, as the master of a sect, Ming Qiansheng, had to deal with the toasts of guests and sect disciples, and naturally after a banquet, he couldn't say a few words to his daughter.

Later, there was a celebration of tomorrow night's birthday, and the same banquet was held, and the immortal masters and friends of the major immortal sects were invited, and countless congratulatory gifts were received, and there were also those younger generations under their knees, who were in the prime of their youth, and felt that the men should be married, and the women should be married, and they wanted to take the opportunity to marry with Yanyulou. Besides, after the marriage of the two sects, what kind of unprecedented prosperity will it be, riding the dust, making it difficult for the rest of the Fuyao Immortal Sect to look forward to.

Speaking of which, I was unhappy about the happy birthday of tomorrow night, but my daughter was also sensible, so she didn't lift the table and leave directly at the banquet, and politely rejected those uncles and uncles. It's just a forced smile, and the mood is not right.

Later, all the banquets with many people were too lazy to attend tomorrow night, under the pretext of practicing swords. In fact, it's not an excuse, but it's really hard to practice sword practice, send people to find it, and you can always see the girl holding a double sword in the Broken Intestine Cliff, and the sword doesn't stop.

So today, Ming Qiansheng deliberately made a table of dishes, and did not invite anyone, as his proud disciple of the peony, naturally he was also very discerning, and did not leave to disturb the father and daughter.

A supper, eaten for an hour.

My father was reluctant to end the dinner first.

The daughter didn't want to be too raw, so after she was full, she added a bowl of hot soup to herself, held the bowl in her hand, and drank it slowly.

It wasn't until the hot soup turned into cold soup and the bright moon replaced the sunset that the old sect master of the Yanyu Building slowly got up and said, "It's not early, go back and rest." It is good to practice the sword diligently, don't get tired, pay attention to rest. I'm going to get busy. ”

Ming Qiansheng turned around and stepped out of the main hall one step at a time, and he had to go downstairs to deal with some sect affairs.

Tomorrow night suddenly got up, stopped the old sect master, and said softly: "Daddy has worked hard." ”

It's not that the bothersome management of the sect is that the cadres still take time out of their busy schedules, painstakingly cook a table of dishes, and take care of their daughter's feelings all the time, and can't be too close to their daughter who has grown up, and always suppresses the taste of inner emotions, which is naturally very hard.

"It's not hard. ”

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Sleepless Mountain, Demon Suppression Tower.

Zhong Yu looked at the back of the woman who had just recovered from a serious injury, and gradually walked out.

The fairy sword Chengying is very powerful, that day in the territory of the Daxuan Dynasty, the seemingly understated sword pierced the "heart", so that the woman of the Eight Realms, who was called a demon girl by the world, has been recuperating for more than a year.

It's just the Chengying Sword that no one has mastered, if the owner of the sword holds the fairy sword, what kind of killing power should it be?

There is very little fairness in the world.

For example, the group of sword immortals with the highest cultivation may not necessarily be favored by the fairy sword.

Those divine weapons that have been passed down from ancient times always like to choose the younger generations who don't look so strong to recognize the master.

In the matter of the immortal sword recognizing the master, Rao is Daluo Immortal is helpless, it is all up to the will of heaven.

Not to mention, among the top ten immortal swords, Hanguang, Chengying, and Xiaolian occupy the top three.

How can a rebellious and unruly disobedient to discipline.

Even the few mausoleum guards at the peak of the Ten Realms, now the highest combat power in the world, can't make the fairy sword recognize themselves as the master.

I think that in addition to cultivation, maybe they also look at other things.

The owners of the first two fairy swords both appeared in that morning snow festival.

Maybe the owner of the night practice was also there at the time, but she didn't carry a sword, so others wouldn't recognize her.

Zhong Yu suddenly stopped the woman who was walking out by herself, "Cheng Wanwan." ”

The woman's figure was slightly sluggish, but she didn't look back, and asked, "What?"

She had expected him to say things like "don't go" and "stay".

But he didn't.

Zhong Yu thought for a while, walked a few steps towards her, but didn't get too close to the woman, and said, "In the future, don't trouble him again." ”

Zhong Yu wanted to say that she couldn't win against the master of the fairy sword, but she felt that talking like this made her even more disgusted.

Who knew that the woman sneered, completely ignoring the concern for her in this sentence, and only heard a mausoleum keeper, standing on the side of the so-called decency, saying cool words to her, the villain in the eyes of the world, like the kind words and persuasion of the victor.

It's not very pleasant.

Cheng Wanwan stepped out of the Demon Suppression Tower in one step, leaving no words.

It seems that in the past year, the time spent here to recuperate from injuries has been nothing more than a woman and the person who saved her life and can protect her from her injuries safely.

Cheng Wanwan walked out of the Demon Suppression Tower and appeared in the Nightless Mountain, when a light rain fell in the sky.

In the drizzle and haze, Zhong Yu stood on the top of the Demon Suppression Tower, watching the woman leave the Sleepless Mountain step by step.

He wondered why she didn't just leave quickly against the wind.

Zhong Yu thought about it, but he still pinched the sword trick, turned into a sword light, and melted into thousands of raindrops.

Constantly passing through those broken raindrops, it was like the relationship between him and her.

The man hid in every drop of rain and watched the woman walk away.

Go out again.

Maybe that Demon Suppression Tower will be left to another world to take advantage of.

People in the world, no one would have guessed that the last "battle of victory" that swept through Yaksha Mountain in Taoyao Prefecture was only because of the unauthorized departure of the mausoleum keeper Zhong Yu.

Even if they guessed, no one dared to blame a peak of the Ten Realms, or a sword cultivator.

Cheng Wanwan went to Daxuan Capital to intercept and kill Li Zijin, and when she was chased and killed by the fairy sword Chengying, Zhong Yu disregarded the safety of the people in the world, and also traveled across the state to save the woman.

Losing the overwhelming thing of the mausoleum keeper is like a leaky skylight, which naturally can't stop the leakage of demonic energy.

However, this friendship, in her eyes, is no match for good and evil.

I didn't even ask him if he was willing to become on the side of "evil" for her.

Just as he hadn't even asked her if she wanted to stay.

Finally, at the border of the Nightless Mountain, the sword light disappeared, turned into a man, hid behind a tree, and secretly looked at the woman who was about to leave his sight like a child with a thief's heart.

The man smiled wryly.

I can only send you here.

As everyone knows.

The woman was also here, and stopped walking.

She rode the wind from the border of the mountain that never sleeps.

There was no looking back.

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Worship Sword Pavilion.

Outside the Sword Worship Pavilion, where thousands of sword qi lingered, a young man in white came to meet him.

The young man's left hand was in the shape of a sword, but the palm of his hand was empty.

Every time he took a step forward, the "sword?" in his hand gradually revealed its face.

When that sword cultivator walked to the sword qi barrier formed by the three formations of ten thousand swords, the sword in his hand also went from only the hilt to the sword body, and finally exposed the tip of the sword.

Fairy sword, with light.

The Sword Worship Pavilion, which almost no one could approach, was able to get close by the young man with the sword qi split by the immortal sword in his hand.

In fact, when he showed the fairy sword in his hand, the sword slave who worshiped the sword pavilion guard, asked from afar in his heart, whether he needed to "open a way" for him.

The young man just smiled and said, "My Jiang Xiang's Dao has always been killed by my own hands. ”

A wisp of sword qi opened the way in front of it, splitting a sword qi waterfall of the Sword Worship Pavilion from it and squeezing towards both ends.

Jiang Xiang came to the sword worship attic, shook his sleeves slightly, and the light sword disappeared on its own.

At the top of the Sword Worship Pavilion, Jiang Xiang looked at the immortal sword Chengying that was inserted into the ground one inch into the ground, his face was expressionless, and he said to the sloppy man on the side: "Sword slave, open the 'door' to that side for me." Twelve hours later, open it again, and pick me up. ”

The sloppy man looked at the young sword immortal at the peak of the Jindan Realm and asked, "Really don't wait for Yuan Ying to go again?" The great cultivator of the demon clan over there is probably already eyeing you." Even if you have a fairy sword, it is too risky for you to sneak in there to kill demons so many times. ”

Jiang Xiang was noncommittal, but said with a smile: "Kill a big demon tonight to help the fun, and you can enter the Yuanying realm." ”