The mountain behind Shenjian Villa, away from the Peach Blossom Forest Hidden Sword Mound, Meishan Tianchi Lake, there is an ancient plane tree.

All the descendants of the Xie family who have seen this towering sycamore tree regard it as a sacred tree and are in awe of it.

The young and delicate green leaves of the ancient sycamore tree are crystal clear, and the beauty is like a paintbrush;

Slightly taller, long and slender, slim and elegant, like a slender waist dancer;

Thick, straight into the sky, supporting a green cloud, like a giant pillar of the sky soaring into the sky.

Some people say that the ancient plane tree has a history of 8,000 years, and some people say that it has a history of 80,000 years, or even a hundred thousand years of annual rings.

The sacred tree has gone through countless springs, summers, autumns and winters, witnessing the vicissitudes of the red world, the sea is dry and rotten, and no one can accurately tell the true age of this towering ancient tree.

The ancient sycamore tree, I don't know how many spring and autumn wind, rain and frost, is still so green, upright, full of vitality, worthy of "the world's first sycamore tree".

Lush and vibrant, it takes more than a dozen people to hold hands to encircle it, and its branches are curled and vigorous, wrapped in the wrinkles of time.

Now in early summer, the ancient branches of the sycamore tree are luxuriant, growing tender green leaves, like a handful of natural sunshade mulberry.

In the early morning, thousands of drops of dew drip from the leaves, shining in the sun, sparkling and beautiful.

Xie Feiyan was standing under the ancient Wutong tree at the moment, looking up at the sacred tree that was worshiped by the Xie clan.

The vicissitudes of the ancient tree of the sycamore tree are unknown, carving the traces of time, sassy, the summer breeze blows, the delicate dripping hits, the dark green leaves sway with the wind, dancing posture, and continue to gaze at the red dust high in the clouds.

Since Xie Feiyan recovered from his injuries, he has been practicing swords under the ancient plane tree.

The three sisters and brothers of the Xie family all have their own places to be alone in the Shenjian Villa on the top of Meishan.

Xie Tingcheng likes to practice swords in the peach blossom forest.

Xie Yuyan likes to sweep graves in the cherry blossom forest.

Xie Feiyan likes to practice swords, meditate, meditate, read, and practice calligraphy under the ancient tree of Tianchi and Wutong.

The three sisters and brothers of the Xie family, when they were young, often ran to play in the water under the ancient sycamore tree, and there was a swing under the ancient sycamore tree. That swing is the good memories of Xie Tingcheng, Xie Yuyan, and Xie Feiyan, the three sisters and brothers when they were young.

Xie Feiyan always sits on the swing, Xie Tingcheng and Xie Yuyan stand in front and back of the swing respectively, pushing the swing and pampering their favorite non-smoking brother.

The three sisters and brothers took turns to sit in turns, and they were happy, and the sisters and brothers were deeply affectionate and envious of others.

Once one year, Xie Feiyan climbed to the ancient plane tree to play, accidentally stumbled, fell from the ancient plane tree, frightened Xie Tingcheng and Xie Yuyan who were swinging under the tree, the two sisters quickly ran over, wanting to reach out to catch Xie Feiyan, knowing that even if their thin bodies received Xie Feiyan, the three of them might be injured at the same time, but in order not to let their beloved brother get hurt, the two sisters had already let go.

Xie Tingcheng and Xie Yuyan quickly ran under the tree, tilted their heads, and stretched out their hands to catch Xie Feiyan, when a miracle happened. The ancient sycamore tree suddenly burst out with golden red light, and many sycamore leaves fell from under the tree, with the most holy and holy golden red light, holding Xie Feiyan and slowly landing, Xie Tingcheng and Xie Yuyan, the two sisters, stretched out their hands to take Xie Feiyan safe and sound.

Xie Feiyan was already frightened into a cold sweat when he stumbled and fell, and he was even more frightened and cried in the process of falling, and the sudden appearance of the golden red holy light that lifted him soothed the panic in his heart, and his emotions instantly calmed down and stopped crying.

So far, Xie Feiyan remembers that being wrapped in golden red light, the warm and comfortable feeling is like the sunshine on an April day.

That night, the two sisters Xie Tingcheng and Xie Yuyan informed Xie Wangsun and Ye Gulan of such strange things.

Xie Wangsun took Xie Feiyan to the ancient plane tree overnight, and the father and son knelt under the tree reverently and bowed to the ancient plane tree.

The Xie clan has indeed a lot of records about the ancient trees of Meishan Tianchi Wutong.

At the beginning, Xie Wushu came to Tianchi, saw the towering ancient tree Sycamore, the year is long, with the sense of vicissitudes of history, remembering the heart of awe, often under the ancient Sycamore tree, playing the piano, practicing swords, enlightenment, meditation.

Xie Wudi often thinks about Rong with flowers, watching the stars and admiring the moon under the ancient plane tree, playing chess and drinking, stroking the piano and blowing the flute, playing the piano and flute ensemble, at ease, windy and moonlit nights, like a pair of fairy couples that everyone envies.

Because of this, the descendants of the Xie family are more in awe of the ancient plane tree, all things have spirits, all have divinity, and treat the plane tree as the sacred tree of the ancient mythology for bathing for ten days.

The ancient tree of the sycamore is old because of the age, I don't know who planted it, I don't know the annual ring, when the Shenjian Villa has not been established in Meishan, the ancient tree of the sycamore has been on the top of Meishan looking down on the red dust.

The people of the Xie clan will worship the ancient tree of Wutong as a god, the sacred tree has a spirit, caring for the common people, after saving Xie Feiyan, Xie Wangsun often takes time to imitate the ancestor Xie Wuving, and meditates under the ancient tree of Wutong.

Finally, one day, under the ancient tree of Wutong, Xie Wangsun obtained the apocalypse, stepped from the realm of human immortals into the realm of earth immortals, and achieved the name of sword immortals.

Although Xie Wangsun didn't know why this was the reason, he really benefited a lot from his kendo comprehension in the Wutong Ancient Tree, and it was also the key to his enlightenment, and his sword qi became more and more powerful, and even his sword intent became more and more real.

From the realm of immortals on the tenth floor of the day after tomorrow, he comprehended the bottleneck, broke the shackles, obtained the apocalypse, and successfully entered the innate realm.

The carp jumped into the dragon gate, stepped into the flow of earth immortals, and became one of the top masters in the world, even a few points stronger than the sword immortals of the same period.

This is nothing more than thanks to the nourishment of the earth qi and dragon veins of the Meishan Holy Pool, as well as meditation and enlightenment under the ancient tree of the Wutong by the Tianchi Lake.

Xie Wangsun warned Xie Feiyan to have a sense of reverence for the sacred tree, and the ancient Wutong tree is tantamount to Xie Feiyan's recreation of his parents.

Since that year, Xie Feiyan has respected the ancient tree of the sycamore more and more, believing that the sacred tree is a special existence, not only spiritual, but also divine.

As long as he has time, Xie Feiyan will come to practice sword meditation under the ancient Wutong tree, and even pull Leng Xiangling to sit under the tree and stroke the piano quietly, while he practices swords in a group.

Leng Xiangling will light a sandalwood on the desk, add fragrance to the red sleeves, the lady smiles and grinds the ink, and the gentleman practices words sincerely.

When Xie Feiyan was growing up young, the ancient plane tree occupied too many good memories.

When Xie Feiyan was ten years old, a strange thing happened that he couldn't figure out until now.

That year, Xie Feiyan was ten years old, and Leng Xiangling was also ten years old.

Xie Feiyan and Leng Xiangling, as usual, came to the ancient plane tree, Leng Xiangling's red sleeves added incense, lit sandalwood on the desk, spread out the rice paper, and concentrated on grinding ink.

Xie Feiyan concentrated on practicing swords under the tree, since he was seven years old when he held a sword for the first time, the human sword was one, the third young master seemed to have opened his mind, obsessed with swords, and would come to the ancient tree of Wutong every day to practice swords and words, perseverance, unchanged for many years.

Sword training is to continuously improve swordsmanship.

Practicing words is for self-cultivation, more sword practice assistance, the pen and the sword are originally the same origin, for the grasp of wrist strength, are the same.

The sword book is like grass, vertical and horizontal!

The clouds and rivers flow, and the mountains look up.

There is also swordsmanship in calligraphy, and there is also calligraphy in swordsmanship.

After Xie Feiyan finished practicing the sword, he put down the sword in it, came to the desk and took the brush handed over by Leng Xiangling, and concentrated on practicing calligraphy.

Xie Feiyan took a deep breath, held the pen and first swayed his pen and ink on the rice paper, and wrote down the mythical beast "Kunpeng Chapter" in ancient myths and stories.

"There is a fish in the North Underworld, and its name is Kun. The Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it is, and it turns into a bird, and its name is Peng. Peng's back, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is, and it flies angrily, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky. It is a bird, and the sea will migrate to the south. The Southern Hades, the Heavenly Pond also. ”

Complete one, make persistent efforts, and continue to write "Canglong Chapter".

"The Son of Heaven lives on the left side of Qingyang, rides the Luan, drives the dragon, carries the Qingyi, wears Qingyi, and serves Qingyu. Horses over eight feet are dragons, seven feet or more are horses, and horses are more than six feet. ”

Xie Feiyan finished writing two articles on ancient beasts, full of spirit, full of ambition, swaying his pen and ink, and continued to write, the "Qilin Chapter" of the Divine Beast.

"The hairy calf gives birth to the dragon, the dragon gives birth to the horse, the horse gives birth to the unicorn, the unicorn gives birth to the beast, and the hairy one is born in the beast. ”

Xie Feiyan finished writing three articles on mythical beasts in ancient mythology in a row, looking at the words he wrote on the rice paper, and smiled.

When Xie Feiyan wrote three articles on divine beasts, the Tianchi seemed to have undergone subtle changes, and the calm water surface of the pond emitted bursts of ripples.

The ancient tree of the sycamore has an inexplicable law surrounding this world.

Leng Xiangling looked at the finished article on the rice paper, and smiled at Xie Feiyan: "Young Master, although you are still young, you have been practicing swords for three years, which makes your wrists strong and powerful. Therefore, the words written, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, the dragon and the snake race to walk, the pen has a god, the clouds and the water flow, all in one go. I heard my wife say that swordsmanship and calligraphy are of the same origin, and as long as the young master insists on practicing calligraphy, it will be of great benefit to your swordsmanship in the future. ”

Xie Feiyan smiled slightly and said: "Civil and military affairs are to be cultivated, just practicing martial arts without learning literature, it is easy to go astray and become a madman." Martial arts training can strengthen the blood and gas, masculine gasification, if it cannot be restrained, it will affect the psychology. The real peerless master is both internal and external cultivation, wisdom and courage! Writing is practice, and calligraphy is also swordsmanship. There are poems as evidence, the immortal roots of the three religions are returned to the Dan body, and the eight magic swords are entered into the book. ”

Leng Xiangling listened to what Xie Feiyan said, and said with a slight smile: "Madam has taught me that the momentum is unstoppable and unstoppable, but the soft pen is strange." Those who study books start from not working to work, and then from work to work. Those who don't work will work hard. Learning books is especially expensive to read more, and reading more is to write elegantly, so since ancient times, although scholars are not good at books, and their books have a bookish atmosphere. Therefore, the book takes smell first. Otherwise, it is not expensive to make a skill. ”

Xie Feiyan listened to what Leng Xiangling said, nodded again and again, and continued: "I once saw in the Ancestor's Codex that he understood the way of the sword, and I also felt that it was reasonable, and it even won my heart. The ancestors traveled the rivers and lakes, wandered the world, and saw countless strange people in the rivers and lakes, because the ancestors were swordsmen, and they had challenged countless famous swordsmen on the rivers and lakes, so they knew very well about those peerless swordsmen on the rivers and lakes. The ancestors said that every swordsman has four swords in his heart, which is the growth process of a swordsman. The first sword: fierce and fierce, indestructible, and the weak crown is used to compete with the Central Plains heroes. The second handle: the soft sword at the waist, the third floor of the day after tomorrow, the swordsmanship is small, the first glimpse of the sword, to overcome the rigid with softness, four or two dial a thousand catties. The third handle: Xuantie heavy sword, heavy sword without edge, big ingenuity does not work, the third floor of the day after tomorrow also, swordsmanship is successful, enter the room, although not into the realm of creation, but the rampant world. The fourth handle: decaying wooden sword, swordsmanship, the realm of creation, not stuck in things, grass, trees, bamboo and stone, everything in the world can be a sword. A real master, in fact, there is never a sword in his heart, there is no sword in his hand, there is a sword in his heart! There is no sword in his heart, every word and deed is a sword, and he follows the law, that is the real master, back to the basics, and perfection. I'm nothing now, I can't talk about the realm of the first sword, and I should do something at any age. I have just picked up the sword, starting from the basics, writing is to practice swords, calligraphy is swordsmanship, and I am far from becoming a real swordsman. The road is long, and I will go up and down to seek a place. ”

Leng Xiangling listened to what Xie Feiyan said, and continued to smile: "Young Master, both wisdom and bravery, at a young age, you already know the truth of swordsmanship. Young master, you are a descendant of the Xie family of Shenjian Villa, as a descendant of the Sword Saint, he will definitely live up to the name of the Sword Saint. Young master, talented and intelligent, at the age of seven, he has become a sword and a sword, talented, and a martial arts wizard, and will be able to become famous all over the world in the future and become a new martial arts myth. Young master, you have already written three articles on divine beasts, or you will write another article about the most mysterious immortal bird in mythological stories. Now, we are under this ancient plane tree, the young master once slipped on the tree, and was also saved by the holy golden red light emitted by the ancient tree. In myths and legends, the immortal bird does not fall without the sycamore, and the ancient mythological emperor Fuxi made the piano with the sycamore wood. Young master, this ancient plane tree is old, quite mysterious, and spiritual. Perhaps, this ancient tree once had immortal birds inhabited it, so it would have such spirituality, under such a spiritual ancient plane tree, wouldn't it be a beautiful thing to write an article, but also to express the awe of the ancient plane tree. ”

After Leng Xiangling finished saying this, the mysterious ancient sycamore trees seemed to have sensed it, and they fell sycamore leaves one after another.

Each sycamore leaf carries an inexplicable law, some fall onto the rice paper on the desk, and some fall onto the surface of the Tianchi water.

Xie Feiyan picked up the sycamore leaves that fell on the rice paper, looked at the sycamore leaves, and said with a slight smile: "Xiangling, it makes sense, under the sycamore tree, how can you not write the most mysterious immortal bird article!"

Xie Feiyan put down the sycamore leaf in his hand, picked up the brush, and continued to write, the article of "Divine Bird".

"It is rumored that there is a bird, named Furness, whose life span is four or five hundred years old, and when he feels that he is about to die, he gathers a pile of dried fragrant wood and stands on it.

When the weather is very hot, he burns himself on fire with his tail. The flesh and bones are left to ashes, and they become worms, and worms become birds. Therefore, there is only one bird in the world. ”

After Xie Feiyan finished writing, he looked at the completed work, held the rice paper in both hands, and read out the article he had just written aloud.

Every time a word is read, the ancient tree of the sycamore has an inexplicable sense, sending out bursts of inscriptions, rippling in this world like ripples.

After Xie Feiyan finished reading, he put the rice paper on the desk and continued to practice his sword, not noticing the changes in Tianchi at all.

Leng Xiangling lit another sandalwood stick, continued to grind ink on the desk, and waited for Xie Feiyan.

Xie Feiyan practiced for a while, under the ancient tree of the sycamore, the tiger who brushed the three-foot long sword in his hand, don't look at Xie Feiyan is only ten years old, but the three-foot long sword is in his hand, waving bursts of sword flowers, what is good-looking.

Suddenly, Xie Feiyan felt tired and wanted to rest for a while, but he only practiced for a while, and he felt so tired.

Xie Feiyan didn't think much about it, he had to put down his sword, came to the desk, and told Xiangling that he wanted to rest for a while.

Xie Feiyan fell asleep on the chair under the ancient tree of the sycamore tree for a while and fell into a dream.

In the dream, Xie Feiyan stood on the surface of Tianchi Lake, and there seemed to be only this lake between heaven and earth.

Xie Feiyan looked in all directions, the world was silent, and there was nothing else.

Xie Feiyan looked down at his feet again, and found that he was standing on a clear and transparent lake, and his figure was reflected on the surface of the lake.

Xie Feiyan had no choice but to walk forward, and with every step, there were ripples under his feet, and there seemed to be giant winged fish swimming in the lake.

Suddenly, the ancient plane tree appeared on the lake, exuding a dazzling divine brilliance, Xie Feiyan showed surprise on his face, the ancient plane tree he knew, it was the plane tree on the top of the plum mountain.

Xie Feiyan walked on the water, like a dragonfly dotting the water, rippling step by step, the giant winged fish kept swimming under his feet, he slowly came to the plane tree, bowed to the ancient plane tree, in awe, his eyes were full of respect.

The water of the lake reflects the ancient plane trees, which are connected with the clear and transparent surface of the lake, making this plane tree full of mystery.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of heaven, and the phoenix sang the world.

Countless golden and red feathers suddenly fell between heaven and earth, Xie Feiyan looked at the golden red feathers falling from heaven and earth, his heart was full of curiosity, his eyes were full of surprise, he reached out to catch a feather, the feather exuded a powerful breath, and the scorching warmth, that was the endless power.

A golden red divine bird burning all over its body, waving its wings and accompanying the fluttering feathers in the sky, fell from the sky and landed on the ancient plane tree.

Xie Feiyan looked at the divine bird that appeared in front of him, and the divine bird's whole body was burning with golden red flames.

The divine bird fluttered its wings from the ancient tree of the sycamore, and came to Xie Feiyan in an instant, Xie Feiyan didn't know how the divine bird came to him, and there seemed to be bursts of fluctuations in the air, and the divine bird appeared in front of him without surprise. Xie Feiyan didn't know what the Divine Bird's intentions were, but he knew that the Divine Bird had no ill will towards him, so he looked at it quietly and didn't say a word.

Although the divine bird burned with flames all over his body, Xie Feiyan couldn't feel the scorching fire at all.

The divine bird flapped its wings and opened its mouth to speak, the voice resounded through the world, ethereal and elegant, ethereal and mysterious, it said to Xie Feiyan: "You and I are destined, the article on the divine bird you just wrote, let me feel, I have been perched on this tens of millions of years old plane tree, addicted to this day." When you stumbled and slipped from the plane tree, it was my divine consciousness that I left on the plane tree in the past and turned into golden feathers to lift you up. Today, you wrote the 'Divine Bird Chapter' article, and the poem you read reminded me of my addiction. I ask you, would you like to accept my inheritance and let me merge into your flesh and blood, and you can not only have immortal body, but also have invincible power! But you will also be cursed to become a solitary god of heaven! I am born with heaven and earth, and my appearance represents ominous, indicating that heaven and earth are about to give birth to demon gods, and I am also the nemesis of demon gods. Every time I wake up, I am reminded that calamity is coming, and the person who awakens me is my host, inheriting my power and taking on the mission of defeating the demon gods. ”

Xie Feiyan listened to the words of the mysterious bird, and his heart was full of curiosity about the mysterious bird, only to see him clenching his fists, raising his head, with a smile on his face, and said excitedly to the divine bird: "Who are you, why are you on fire all over your body, are you the legendary immortal bird reborn from the fire?"

The immortal bird nodded at Xie Feiyan.

Xie Feiyan's bedtime story when he was young.

Mother Ye Gulan often holds books and coaxes Xie Feiyan in her arms, which tells stories about immortal birds.

Xie Feiyan continued to the immortal bird: "Then I inherit your power, can I still practice swords?"

The immortal bird nodded at Xie Feiyan and continued: "Naturally, once you inherit my power, your swordsmanship also contains my power, which will only make your swordsmanship stronger, the sword aura is domineering, and the sword intent is stronger." ”

Xie Feiyan heard the immortal bird's reply and continued to ask, "What is Tiansha Guchen?"

The immortal bird explained to Xie Feiyan quietly: "If you inherit my will and strength, you are the child of destiny, and you are destined to be plagued by many disasters. The heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically, so they are tempted to endure and gain what they cannot. You will go through the tribulation in the red dust, which can be described as ninety-nine eighty-one difficulties, before you can see the right results. Just as I continue to bathe in the fire, turn into ashes and be reborn, each time I experience a rebirth, my strength will only get stronger and stronger, until I reach the top and achieve perfection, so that I can fight the demon god. ”

Xie Feiyan heard the words of the immortal bird, and smiled at it: "As a descendant of the Xie family of Shenjian Villa, I have been taught by my father and mother since I was a child, and I have to endure hardships to become a master. Although I am only ten years old now, I also know that a good man is determined to fight in all directions, fighting swords and rivers and lakes, punishing evil and promoting good, since the catastrophe is coming, as a descendant of the Sword Saint, how can he retreat and insult the holy name. ”

The immortal bird was very satisfied with Xie Feiyan's answer, and continued to say to Xie Feiyan: "You must know that once you recognize the Lord, it will be a lifetime of fetters! You will have to bear the fate of being alone, or even lonely for a lifetime, you have to think about it carefully." ”

Xie Feiyan smiled at the immortal bird and said: "I am a descendant of the Xie family of Shenjian Villa, since I was a child, my father told me that as the third young master of Shenjian Villa, I will have to shoulder the banner of honor of the Sword Dao Holy Land of Shenjian Villa in the future, and I must not insult my ancestors! ”

Hearing what Xie Feiyan said, the immortal bird continued: "Tianxingjian, a gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement. The terrain is good, and the gentleman carries things with virtue. ”

After saying this, the immortal bird shook its wings, flew towards Xie Feiyan, and integrated into Xie Feiyan's body, only to see that all the clothes on Xie Feiyan's body turned into ashes in an instant.

Xie Feiyan was also at this moment, sleeping on the surface of the lake, the giant winged fish in the lake was under him, guarding him, and the golden-red immortal bird totem loomed on his body, extending from Xie Feiyan's chest to his back until it disappeared.

Xie Feiyan woke up from his dream, immediately jumped up from the chair, and found that the clothes on his body were intact, and even took off his shirt, and found that there was no tattooed totem of the immortal bird on his body.

Xie Feiyan saw Leng Xiangling lying on the desk and falling asleep, so he didn't disturb her, but picked up the article he had written before and read the article on the immortal bird again.

When Xie Feiyan recited the immortal bird poem, the immortal bird totem on his body immediately appeared, but he couldn't see it, but he could feel that when he read the poem just now, his body seemed to be full of strength, and his whole body was boiling.

After Leng Xiangling woke up, the two left Tianchi.

After the two left, in the water of Tianchi, there were big fish swimming, setting off bursts of waves.

Xie Feiyan is now seventeen years old, and he is standing under the ancient plane tree, thinking about the dream he had when he was ten years old!

Since the third young master had that dream, he has discovered his own secrets, since he was ten years old, he has never been sick, he is invincible, his strength is infinite, he can lift the peak, pull out the mountains and cover the world, even the cultivation realm, it is a thousand miles a day.

Now at the age of seventeen, he has reached the realm of the third floor of the day after tomorrow, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a miracle.

Xie Feiyan even found that even his own blood was mellow and sweet, or he himself once accidentally cut his hand, put his finger in his mouth, and felt the mellow smell of blood.

Xie Feiyan was very curious in his heart, and tried to recall that he had no adventures, and he suddenly remembered the strange dream he had when he was ten years old under the ancient plane tree, and the immortal bird burning golden red flames all over his body in his sleep said everything to him.

The third young master of the Divine Sword Villa believed that everything in his sleep turned out to be true, otherwise how could he explain all this.

Xie Feiyan stood under the ancient plane tree, with awe, looking up at the sacred tree, and on the surface of Tianchi Lake behind him, a big fish jumped out of the water, jumped up from the water, flipped a heel from the air, and plunged into the water.

There is a fish in the northern underworld, and its name is Kun.