In the southwest of Xuanhuang Tianxia, there is a big snowy mountain. The snow-capped mountains are so big, with a radius of thousands of miles, dozens of counties and towns along the foot of the mountains, with a population of one million;

The people under the mountain, for thousands of years, have seen people climb this high mountain, but they have never seen anyone come down.

Therefore, this big snowy mountain is not a mountain.

The mountain of no return is not a desolate scene of no grass as people imagine. On the top of the snow-capped mountain, there is a large area of sunken vast territory, forming a fertile plain with a radius of dozens of miles.

To the south of the plain is a belt of hills with gentle slopes.

Si'an Village, with more than 100 houses of all sizes, is like a small patch, hitting the junction of verdant hills and vast plains.

In Si'an Village, a grand mansion with a wide courtyard and lacquered pillars of Zhumen, there are more than a dozen young people in fresh clothes, who are practicing swords in the courtyard.

I saw the sword light Huo Huo, like thunder and lightning, like the condensation of the river and the sea, a group of young people, the sword momentum, are extraordinary.

Outside the gate of the mansion, the four big characters of "Xingzhi School" hanging high on the door are shining in the warm morning light.

This is the son of Ren Jingfang, the patriarch of Si'an Village, and the first swordsman in the clan, Ren Chongshan, presided over the civil and military training school. Most of the children of wealthy families in the clan will be sent to this Xingzhi School to learn swords in the morning and learn literature in the afternoon.

In the ordinary alleys, there are many village courtyards, although they are simple, there are also teenagers, under the supervision of the head of the family, practicing swords hard, sweating like rain.

The whole Si'an Village, if it is not busy farming, it is such a scene, in the lane, the chickens and dogs smell each other; in the courtyard, the young man is dignified, and the sword light is flying.

Outside the gate, a large road winds through the fields and leads to an exquisitely carved ancient stone bridge that has been washed by wind and rain for hundreds of years.

The bridge bends around the river, from west to east, through the entire plain, to the east of the cloud-covered Daze.

This bridge on the river, more than three zhang long, named "Yingsheng Bridge", is the only way for Si'an Village to lead to the plain and go to the countryside.

The structure and decoration of this Yingsheng Bridge are extremely exquisite. The bluestone railings, the blocks are finely carved, all of them are fairy reliefs with strange shapes and different postures.

Root pillar, the top of the head of the stone lion statue. It's just that the stone lion on the lookout post in the middle of the east bridge railing didn't know that it was damaged that year and month. Now, the top of this severed headpost is perennially exposed with a rusty iron bar as thick as a thumb.

On the Yingsheng Bridge, a young man of eleven or twelve years old was lean, his clothes were shabby, and he was covered in dust and dust.

The boy's name is Ren Pingsheng, and he is the son of Ren Qiang, the only hunter in the village.

Ren Pingsheng is also practicing swords, and from his flickering figure and gestures, it can be seen that he is practicing swords.

However, his sword enrollment is sparse, his body is strange, his hands and feet are stiff, and there is no coherent connection between one move and one style.

What's even more strange is that in the boy's hand, there is no sword at all. Even the wooden swords that were replaced by the roots, and even the sticks were not served. His hands were empty, but he was just the palm of his right fingers, and he made a gesture of holding a sword in a void.

But Ren Pingsheng is still obsessed with practice and tireless. For three years, it has been like this day by day, rain or shine.

In Si'an Village, everyone in the Ren clan practices swords, and everyone has a sword, except for the hunter Ren Qiang's family.

Parents of each family either teach their children swordsmanship in person, or those with rich family backgrounds send their children to Xingzhi School. Only the hunter's son, Ren Pingsheng, has no way to learn swords.

Therefore, since the age of eight, Ren Pingsheng had a whim, thinking that the eighteen railing reliefs on the Yingsheng Bridge must contain the eighteen supreme swordsmanship secrets, so he has been obsessed with it since then, and when he is free every day, he will come to the bridge, imitating the posture of the railing relief characters empty-handed, and realize the sword moves.

For this reason, Ren Pingsheng was ridiculed and ridiculed by teenagers of the same age in the village, and even adult elders.

After the eighteen styles were completed again and again, Ren Pingsheng was already soaked and exhausted, with his hands on his knees, hunched over and panting. In this posture, the eyes happened to meet the first style of the "Railing Sword Technique", the character relief called "Heavenly Fury".

That move "Heavenly Fury", according to Ren Pingsheng's understanding, should be at the moment when the sword is drawn, that is, floating forward and swinging the sword away.

He straightened up, intending to continue practicing.

Hold your right hand in a virtual position, hang behind your head, look to the right, and prepare to draw the sword...... Suddenly, the boy's gaze stopped on the rusty iron bar that exposed the top of the pillar!

Isn't this exactly the size of the core of a sword? The young man had a whim, and the practice of this Heavenly Wrath style begins with drawing the sword, and how can there be no sword to pull.

So Ren Pingsheng moved two steps horizontally, his shoulder side was diagonally facing the pillar, his right hand was hanging backwards, and he held the iron bar.

"Get up!" With a clear shout, the boy struggled to draw his sword, run, swing his sword, cross the bridge, attack, the action was ugly, but in one go.

Ren Pingsheng, who was immersed in sword moves physically and mentally, didn't notice that the moment he drew the sword, the severed pillar behind the side was shattered, and he didn't notice that the iron bar in his hand had already brought out a rusty and worn iron sword!

It's so heavy!

Ren Pingsheng suddenly felt that his right arm was pulled down by a sudden weight. Only then did he realize that in his right hand, he was holding a rusty broad-bladed iron sword!

The boy was at a loss - where did the iron sword come from?

However, such a dazed moment was awakened by a deafening loud noise. The sound was like thunder, like an explosion, and a cloud of dust flew up in front of him, obscuring the entire vision.

The bridge is gone!

The entire stone bridge turned into gravel dust in an instant, and fell into the river.

The sword came out of the stone, and the stone bridge collapsed. After a brief review of the scene when Fang had just drawn his sword, the young man vaguely guessed the ins and outs of the whole thing.

Ren Pingsheng stood on the riverbank, stunned, or rather, lost his soul because of fear. The right hand holding the rusty iron sword bar tightened unconsciously.

His eyes flickered quickly, that is, he hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, dragged the huge sword strip that was extremely incommensurate with his thin body, and ran away!

For three years, he dreamed that one day, he would be able to have a sword of his own.

Now that the sword is in hand, go to his ancient stone bridge......

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Where I live, the peak of the green ridge, where I swim, Hongmeng space.

The immortals who are beyond the mundane world, for a hundred years and thousands of years, are nothing more than such a carefree realm.

In the Xuanhuang world, countless large and small mountain monk sects are all respected by the Taixu Temple of Hongmeng Mountain and believe in the Taiyi Sect.

At this time, on the stone lawn on the top of Hongmeng Mountain, among the flowers and grass trees, there are cranes flying and perching, and spirit beasts are running out.

On the shore of the boundless sea of clouds to the west of Shiping, an old man wearing a scarf and a cyan robe, with long hair fluttering and a dignified posture, is like a fairy.

This old man is the Taiyi Heavenly Master who controls the blessings and misfortunes of the people in the world, He Lanping.

In the Xuanhuang world, there are three primordial places full of spiritual energy, and Hongmeng Mountain is one of them.

Helan stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the straight skyline beyond the boundless sea of clouds, his eyes were deep, and his brows were tightly locked.

He had sensed some kind of ominous aura, an aura that had not been seen for hundreds of years.

Suddenly, the skyline fluctuated rapidly, like an immortal's whip, and then straightened out in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the straight skyline flashed with lightning, hitting the heart of the sky.

Under the lightning lightning, the heavenly dome of thousands of miles like a practice, as if bursting from the heart of the sky, the explosive waves, rushing to the sky canopy high and uplifting, pulling the straight skyline to the west, bent again, like pulling a tense bowstring, as if it was about to burst at any time.

The sea of clouds in the west ridge of Hongmeng Mountain, which has been permeated for thousands of years, suddenly churned, and between a few breaths, it was the waves crashing on the shore, and the huge waves were monstrous, just like the terrifying scene of Dapeng hitting the water and the giant kun turning over.

The cranes and spirit beasts on the stone lawn, which were originally leisurely, were startled, and in the blink of an eye, they all disappeared into the flowers and grass trees in the east.

The green-robed old man's expression was awe-inspiring, and his eyes became very sharp, staring at the rhythmic skyline and the surging and violent sea of clouds under his feet.

The young boy who was originally running and playing on the stone flat, not being afraid of the stern master who stood on the cliff, exclaimed, and ran into the dense fairy Langyao forest east of the stone ping.

At this time, the Langyao flower tree is full of leaves and leaves, but the Langyao flowers are in full bloom, the petals are white and pink, and the flowers are full of mutton fat and white jade.

But the boys were so infatuated with the flowers that they fled in panic among the trees, and took refuge in the palace on the eastern cliff.

A middle-aged Taoist with a hairpin and a graceful demeanor silently walked behind the Heavenly Master, standing with his hands down, as if quietly waiting for the Master's order.

The change of the heavenly dome and the turbulent sea of clouds lasted for a moment before it slowly returned to calm and returned to its original state.

The blue sky is still like a wash, and there is never the picture of thunder and wind and rain that the Celestial Master has been worried about.

"Sword Demon Bloodline, wake up!" He Lanping's gaze still fell on the distant sky, and he muttered, "This Sorrowful Heaven Sword, I don't know what kind of magical power it has been forbidden, and it has been dormant for another five hundred years, and this will finally awaken the Sword Demon Bloodline that has been silent for ten thousand years." ”

He breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, the Taitian Court has not noticed it yet, and we, as servants of the Heavenly Emperor, can still remedy it." Otherwise, once the wrath of the heavenly court is provoked, although you and I are the supreme immortals above the world, under the thunder, we will only leave a pinch of dust. ”

The middle-aged Taoist behind him didn't care about "a lady and a gentleman, his manners are not careful", he raised the big sleeves of his gray and white Taoist robe, and constantly wiped the beads of sweat that oozed from the corners of his forehead. Thinking that he had been practicing on the mountain for so many years, he had never heard such a serious word from his master.

The old man withdrew his gaze from a distance, and his eyes without any emotion fell on the nervous face of the middle-aged Taoist, and he bowed his head slightly: "Wang Jing, you have been cultivating with me for 600 years, but you are still so delusional and impure, and your seven emotions are continuous, how can you become enlightened?"

Although the old man's gaze did not mean harshly, the middle-aged Taoist named Wang Jing did not dare to look directly, and replied in fear: "The disciple is incompetent, five hundred years ago, he failed to kill the descendants of the sword demon in one fell swoop and cut off this calamity. ”

The old man didn't seem to have the intention to exert more coercion on this disciple, so he turned his face again to look at the sea of clouds that had already returned to normal, and said slowly: "I don't blame you for what happened last time, these people didn't get the inheritance of Ren Fengshu's sword path back then, and the reason why they were able to survive and get out, I don't believe that there are no three old immortals in Motianling who are making trouble." But since there is no evidence for that incident, we should not complain. ”

After finishing his reassuring words, the Heavenly Master's face was a little strange, the word "old immortal" just now, didn't he even curse himself!

He turned his face and commanded calmly: "I still have the old saying, what you have to do is to use the feet that Hongmeng Mountain Walkers should have to walk all over the world." The next time I go back to the mountain, bring me the Sorrowful Heavenly Sword Strip that makes the heavens restless. ”

The tone of the Heavenly Master was not harsh, but the implication that fell on the heart of the middle-aged Taoist was a thousand words: If you don't have the Heavenly Sorrow Sword Strip, you won't need to come back.

After the middle-aged Taoist received the order, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he stopped talking.

Thinking about this carefully, how can you escape the sharp eyes of the Heavenly Master!

"I hope that your departure will not be an eternal farewell, but if your luck is really so bad, or if your state of mind is so unfortunate, then there is no need to hide it now. ”

The middle-aged Taoist breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Master, I just don't know anything, since that sword is deeply hated by the heavens, the person who forged this sword must also be unkind to the heavenly court, but why do you want to name this sword 'Sorrowful Heaven'?"

The old man in the green robe rarely softened his expression, and said with a very playful smile: "For example, if you and I have an appointment for a life-and-death duel. I walked up to you, looked at you with a compassionate look in my eyes, and sighed, 'Pathetic, why did you have such an opponent as me?' It's called the meaning of sadness, and that's about it. Back then, the sword demon was so arrogant that he never knew the height of the sky. ”

The old man in the green robe suddenly said with frost on his face: "Such an arrogant person will also cause his children and grandchildren to die well in future generations." ”

The middle-aged Taoist looked awkward, and the joke that the old man said was so cold that he was a little creepy.

"The disciple dares to ask again, if you are lucky enough not to dishonor the master's life, I don't know what to do with the person who holds the sword?"

"Since we take care of this Xuanhuang world for Emperor Taitian, we should not let the emperor of heaven appear in the world and make the emperor regard him as a rebel. ”

The middle-aged Taoist had a frost on his face and nodded slightly.

But seeing that the old man had his hands behind him, he said with a pleasant face: "Since I Hongmeng Mountain is the master of the immortal family at the head of the mountain in the world and a disciple of the disciples, I should only do the things of the immortal family." This vision of heaven and earth, the blind people have seen it on the side of the Northern Wilderness City and the Tieliu Station. So after going down the mountain, you can go to Xijing to ask Chang Yi first. ”

The middle-aged Taoist looked more and more respectful, nodded again and again, and did not speak again.

The old man in the green robe sighed, turned around leisurely, and went to the palace on the east side of the mountain top.

The old man stopped under the flowers, and said with a sideways face to the middle-aged disciple who was still standing respectfully: "If you find that those old ghosts in Motianling come out to make trouble again, you can tell me." ”

After speaking, he didn't look back, passed through the Langyao flowers, and walked into the cliff hall covered by Yaoguang.

In the Xuanhuang world, hundreds of millions of Taiyi sect believers are full of awe at this time, and their five bodies are thrown to the ground, shocked by the supreme Taitian power.