In the second year of the Great Song Dynasty, two years have passed since the Jin State broke through Kaifeng, the capital of the Great Song Dynasty, and abducted the second emperor, but the wounds brought to the people by this famous "Jingkang Change" are far from healing.

In the past year, a number of major events have taken place on the land of China.

In this year, Zhongshan Mansion and several other state capitals fell into the hands of the Jurchens, and the Central Plains fell into a sea of fire.

Also in this year, the famous general Zong Ze, who was close to ancient times, recurred from his old injuries on the way to the expedition, and finally could not be treated, and Wangbei died with hatred.

Yue Fei, who was still only in command in Zongze's army, had already begun to emerge and gradually established his prestige in the army.

However, soon after the establishment of the Southern Song Dynasty, which had not yet been completely settled, there was a "Miao Liu" coup d'état that Song Gaozong Zhao Gou did not want to mention for the rest of his life.

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In the southeast of the land of China, there is a boundless sea, called the Wufu Sea.

It is said that there is a beautiful Poseidon Palace in the depths of the Wufu Sea, where there are not only rare treasures in the world, but also extremely beautiful Poseidon women, and there are many beautiful legends related to the Poseidon Palace in the world.

But the world is boundless, the sea is boundless, no one knows what is behind the calm sea, the legendary beautiful sea coast is the most difficult place in the world to reach, in addition to the invisible treasures, there are also incalculable dangers, even if some people are willing to take the risk to go to sea to find, there is no return.

Therefore, it can be said that there are very few people who have actually been to the depths of the sea for thousands of years.

At the junction between the Wufu Sea and the mainland, it happens to be isolated by a mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles and is difficult for people to reach, as if it also isolates the disturbances of the world, there is no battlefield smoke here, there is no earthly pursuit of fame and fortune, and there is not even superfluous fireworks.

In the midst of these mountains, a lonely mountain peak is majestic and steep, with thousands of walls, like a sharp sword straight into the sky, and the peaks around it are strange and changing, all arching on the side like guards.

This mountain was called Buting Mountain in ancient times.

The high mountains are like giants at the beginning of heaven and earth, bowing down to the vicissitudes of the world, and everything in the world changes, only the mountains do not move.

What people in the world don't know is that in such a continuous mountain range that does not have much human breath, there is a place that is enough to make all the forces in the rivers and lakes look up, even if all the imperial courts are trying to fight for it, but it is inevitable to be afraid of it.

This sect is not as old as Shaolin and other sects, with a history of less than two hundred years, but it has surpassed all major sects as early as decades ago and is recognized by the world as the number one sect in the world.

The "Holy Pavilion" stands in the middle of this huge mountain range.

Leaning on the Buting Mountain, looking down on the earthly world outside the world, the years of the world have changed for no reason, but here seems to be eternal, independent and independent.

Somewhere in this high mountain, there is a Tao Ran Pavilion, although the pavilion is small, but the carving and polishing are all exquisite, I really don't know who actually built such a small pavilion in the depths of the mountain, if it is placed in an ordinary place, it is naturally nothing, but in such a mountain where people are difficult to reach, it is not known how many times more difficult to establish such a small pavilion, and it can even be said that there is a kind of magic workmanship.

The hexagonal pavilion is like flying, mixed with the mountain scenery, there is no noise of voices here, only the birds and flowers, the insects sing the water color, the sound of the water, the story of the things is just right in the dark and the same color, as if they all show the unique magical charm of this mountain peak.

The color on the stone pillars of the small pavilion has long since fallen off, as if confirming the mottled traces of time.

In the center of the pavilion sat a person, with black hair pulled high, thick eyebrows and long beard, cross-legged and eyes closed, his expression was leisurely, as if he had been in meditation for a long time.

On the stone pillar beside this person was a particularly striking iron sword, long and wide, and pitch black, and the blades on both sides were not like ordinary swords, but more like an ordinary black iron without a blade.

The sound of cicadas grows thicker and the birds fly away.

Except for a few long wisps of long beard flying in the breeze, the whole person seems to be one with the mountains and water.

But all of a sudden, a drop of water fell out of nowhere, and his brow began to wrinkle slowly, like a brush of ink peeling off a painting scroll.

Heaven and earth suddenly stopped.

He tried to calm his throbbing pulse, but to no avail, and then he slowly opened his eyes, which were already bloodshot, already white.

I don't know if it fell from the sky or from a dream, a slender figure suddenly appeared in front of him when he was unprepared.

Obviously, this is a woman, and a woman who is a thousand times more beautiful than most women in the world.

If you hadn't seen it, maybe no one in this world would have believed it, let alone describe such beauty in words.

This woman's long hair is completely snow-white, and her beautiful face has a pair of stunning purple pupils that are particularly conspicuous.

A pair of big eyes like spring water, with long eyelashes on them, flapping slowly like butterfly wings, looking at the man in front of him fixedly, without saying a word.

The soft waves are like water, and everything is silent.

The bloodshot in the man's eyes seemed to be heavier, and the breath between his mouth and nose began to become more intense, but his hands were still conscious and formed some kind of special magic seal, as if he wanted to resist something as much as he could.

But in the end, the Dharma seal spun in front of him, but it was not pushed out.

However, his breathing gradually became more and more disordered, until at a certain moment, a hot current surged up from his lower abdomen, and he could no longer resist it, and a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out of his mouth.

The blood all fell on the stone slab in front of the man, and not a trace of it fell on the white-haired woman's body, as if she couldn't bear to let this peerless woman be contaminated with a trace of blood.

After the man spurted out a mouthful of blood, the whole person was no longer as quiet and leisurely as at the beginning, and his blood-colored eyes seemed to be on fire, and suddenly he copied the iron sword behind him, and the iron sword instantly seemed to have aura, glowing with a burst of colorful light, I saw that he was holding the iron sword in his hand, but he did not stop at all, but with a peerless momentum, he slashed at the woman in front of him impartially and volleyed, as if to brutally cut the beautiful woman in front of him in half.

Looking at each other, although there is a kind of eternal tenderness, but there is more than one complex emotion?

At the moment when the sword fell, his body was full of brilliance, the sleeves of his whole body were flying, and the person and the sword were one, who would have thought that there would be someone in this world who could burst out with such energy in such a short moment, let alone a person, even a small mountain would probably be turned into two halves under the power of such a sword.

However, there was no one in front of him, but it was a void, a sword fell, chopping countless residual leaves, flying in the air, and the beautiful white-haired woman had long since disappeared.

Even so, it seems that the man can't be calmed down, he holds an iron sword in his hand, the person shoots out of Tao Ran Pavilion like an arrow, and the figure shuttles through the forest, like a sword light like a rainbow, chasing something that can't be seen or touched, this is like a kind of never-ending dance, no one stops, then it will continue to dance until death.

In the mountains, it is still the same, only the birds that are stirred by this unparalleled sword are flying wildly, the branches and leaves are swaying, and the insects in the mountains seem to be ruthlessly disturbed at this moment.

Seeing that the man's sword was more powerful than a sword, even if the jungle in front of him was dense, the branches and leaves were quickly cut off.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, there was a "duh" sound, as if something heavy had entered the water and jumped up quickly.

But no matter what it was in the water, it would definitely not make such a loud sound, especially in such a dense mountain forest, but it was such a sound that made the man's spirit clear, and the sword in his hand suddenly slowed down.

It was this subtle sound that was enough to make him, who was unparalleled in the world, hold his mind, so the figure fell to the ground, his chest couldn't help but gasp, a blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth, and he held the iron sword in one hand, trying to calm the breath in his body.

He naturally knew that at the moment when he had just broken through the entrance, the demon in his heart invaded, if it weren't for that sound, he might not be able to extricate himself at all, and in the end, his martial arts would be completely wasted, his meridians would be broken, and his internal strength would be exhausted, and he would die of exhaustion of qi and blood.

So, apparently, someone knows that they are going to go crazy and deliberately points out, who will it be? In this mountain, there will be no one else besides himself?

He looked up at the tall mountain in front of him, as if talking to himself, "Holy Venerable, could it be you?"

But the mountain peak was speechless, and there was no response.

He thought about the fact that although the "Holy Venerable" had lived for many years and had extraordinary intelligence, he had always been extremely proud, and where would he easily move his body because of the things of the world.

So, he followed the direction of the sound that had just come out and walked slowly, trying to find the figure who had not even been able to discover his own cultivation.

I don't know if it's friend or foe, and whether it's friend or foe, he always has to look at it to rest assured, after all, this place is of extraordinary significance to him, if an unknown person dares to break in, I'm afraid it will affect the hundred-year-old foundation of the sect.

Of course, this is a secret, he doesn't believe that there is anyone else in this world who can know this secret, but if he doesn't take a look, he is always uneasy.

Walking through a field of withered fallen leaves and turning over a dense forest, he could clearly hear the sound of gurgling water, and then a "aggressive" sound, just like the sound that had cleared his mind just now.

He looked up and saw that there was a deep pool under a stone wall in front of him, the water of the pool was naturally clear, I don't know whether it was the water of the underground dark river or the mountain spring water accumulated in the mountains all year round, the water surface was calm and waveless, and there was a faint cold air rising from the water surface, like a fog shrouded in the mountains.

It was not unusual for a pool of water to exist in the mountains, but to his surprise, there was an old man who looked very old sitting in front of the pool.

The old man's back was slightly rickety, wearing an ancient crown on his head, facing away from him, and holding a simple fishing rod made of a thin bamboo pole in his hand, the fishing rod went deep into the pool water, and beside the old man, a green cow was turning its head sideways and staring at him.

The green cow is very large, even much larger than the average buffalo, and the two stout horns on its head are not only very long, but also the concave and convex marks around and around are like the annual rings of a tree, I wonder if the age of the green cow is also recorded.

The old man didn't seem to know his appearance at all, but completely devoted himself to fishing, only to see his fishing rod flicked, not much force, just a "duh" sound, the fishing rod gently into the water, not long after, the water surface ripples suddenly, the fishing rod instantly broke out of the water, with a fish that was shaking its tail, and at the moment when the fish came out of the water, the water surface in the deep pool immediately returned to calm.

The fish is the size of a palm, there are barbs on the body, the fish scales on the back are like needles, and there are two rows of extremely sharp teeth in the mouth, which looks extremely vicious, even if it has been caught out of the water, it has not completely given up, but struggled hard, but the more it struggles, the tighter it bites, and before it breaks free, the old man shook his hands lightly, and the big green cow bit a bamboo basket in its mouth, as long as the fish flew out, it adjusted the position of the bamboo basket, and every time the fish could be included in the basket.

The man wondered in his heart, he had seen a lot of wonderful things in this world, but he had never seen a man and an ox have such a tacit cooperation.

Every time the green ox collected the fish into the basket, he turned his head sideways again and glared at the man with the huge bull's eyes.

The old man looked old, but he was still very agile, and he put two more fish in the basket, but the fishing rod in his hand did not put it into the pool again, but tilted his head slightly, as if he had just noticed that someone had been standing behind him for a long time.

"Old man, it's very rude for you to look at people like this!"

The old man said with a smile, as if he was making fun of the green ox, and the green cow snorted sullenly in response.

The old man no longer paid attention to it, but slowly turned around and said to the man: "Fishing in the old decay mountain, I can't imagine that I can meet someone who is destined......

Obviously, there was no one else in the mountains, and the old man's words were naturally addressed to him.

Thinking that he had almost gone mad just now, if it hadn't been for the old man's intentional reminder, I am afraid that the big mistake had been made, and he couldn't help but be grateful, but at the same time, he also tightly clasped the iron sword in his hand, after all, this old man didn't know where he came from, let alone whether he was an enemy or a friend.

However, he still thanked him respectfully: "Old man...... Thank you for ......"

The old man didn't know if he could see his thoughts, his long eyebrows blocked his eyes, and he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, he just waved his hand lightly and said: "Hehe, it's just a gesture, but the demons in my heart have become successful, I'm afraid you will have to be very careful in practicing in the future!"

The man knew that the old man had broken the demons in his heart, and he was slightly stunned, knowing that the old man had no malicious intentions, his hands relaxed slightly, and he clasped his fists with both hands and saluted: "Please also ask the old man to advise ......."

"This deep pool does not see the sun in the depths of this mountain all year round, the water is clear and sweet, and only such a place can give birth to such a delicious cold-water fish......" The old man said to himself, as if he had not heard him at all.

"It's just that this dark fish has barbs on its body and hard scale armor, so it is naturally difficult for ordinary people to eat it...... And that's the guy who likes it the most......"

When he said this, he looked at the big green cow on the side, intentionally or unintentionally, and the green cow seemed to know who he was talking about, and called out twice to respond.

The man originally lived in this mountain range, and he had walked on the mountain many times, but he had never heard of such a fish, could it be that the "Stygian Fish" was a fish from the underworld?

In fact, this kind of ironclad scale fish is because it grew up in the cold pool, so it is called the dark fish, in addition to such naturally formed conditions, the place in the world that can give birth to this kind of vicious fish is really rare, so even if you see it like a man, it is unheard of.

The old man put away the fishing rod, slowly stood up, walked to the green ox, and hung the fishing rod on the saddle on the green ox's back, at this time, the man saw the old man's face clearly, but not so much as to see clearly, but not much different from the back, because the old man was probably too old, his eyebrows and beard were very long, and they were completely white, and his face was almost blocked.

The old man smiled at the man and said, "Young man, I'm going to send the Stygian Fish to that old friend, the mountains are difficult and dangerous, I'm afraid I can't invite you to go along!"

The man laughed secretly in his heart, if he wanted to say that he could be called half the master of this mountain area, where would he use the invitation of others? Not to mention that with his own skills, there were a few places in the world that he could not go, but after all, he thought in his heart, but he still did not say it, after all, this old man can come here, and he must not be an idle person, but the "old friend" he keeps saying does not know who it is, and he can feed on such a vicious fish.

Although he thought a lot in his heart, he knew that the old man did not have any malicious intentions, so he was still respectful on the surface, not for anything else, just the old man's words just now, intentionally or unintentionally, were not something that could be repaid by leisure, not to mention that he had a heavy sense of thanks, but he was diverted by the old man with other words, obviously not wanting to say thank himself.

"In that case, the juniors won't bother the seniors......"

The old man patted the green ox on the back and was about to leave, but when he turned around, he suddenly heard a roar resounding through the four fields, the sound was extremely loud and deafening, like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, all beasts were frightened, even the old man and the man were frightened without preparation.

Although the roar was loud, it faintly resembled a mournful scream.

At the moment when he heard this voice, before the man could react, the old man sighed and stomped his foot.

"It's a thousand years of work, it doesn't change overnight, the world is unpredictable, I didn't expect it to be too late......"

After that, he didn't look at the man anymore, his rickety body floated slightly, and he got on the back of the cow, patted the green ox, the green cow seemed to understand, "moo" a long scream, and then didn't care about the bamboo baskets scattered on the ground, and went straight to the steep peak.

The man watched a man and a cow drift away, and his heart was shocked, knowing that this mountain peak was extremely steep, even he could not easily climb it, not to mention that a cow carrying such an old man actually stepped on the mountain wall like walking on the ground.

"Old man, please leave your name......" He finally couldn't help but want to ask the old man's origin.

The old man sat on the back of the green ox, turned his head silently, looked at the middle-aged man with an iron sword in his hand, and smiled mysteriously.

"Because of fate, you and I have this side of the fate, the vicissitudes of time, my old man has forgotten his name, but I know you...... Surname Leng ......"

Without waiting for the man to speak, the old man continued: "People have demons, and there are calamities in the world, everything changes, one life is reincarnated, sometimes take a step back or you can see another wonderful world......"

He raised his head and looked at the steep cliff of Buting Mountain, as if a tall and mighty man in white was standing on the stone wall, he looked at the empty air and said in a sad voice: "Idiot...... Idiot...... Forever turns empty, floating in the sea is the rest of life......"

After that, he floated away on the ox.

The old man sat on the back of the ox and couldn't help but start singing: "The red sails hang west...... The cold river is blue...... The kite is out of the waves...... Qin Se plays mountains and rivers...... Painting Streams...... Shallow ink ...... The sword is like a sword...... Hills and ravines in the palm of your hand...... The moon shines lonely...... The sea sinks into the ......"

It's like an ancient song, but I can't listen to it completely.

The man surnamed Leng stood by the waterhole, looking at the scattered fish in the bamboo basket in a daze, at this time the old man had gone far away, and he could no longer hear his singing, only the loneliness in the song still echoed in his ears.

"Take a step back or have a different world...... Take a step back or have another wonderland......" he repeated the old man's words over and over again.

After a long time, he seemed to understand something, and resolutely raised his sword to look at the other side of the mountain.

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A few months later, a major event alarmed the major forces in the rivers and lakes, and what puzzled them all was that Leng Yunyan, the current head of the Holy Pavilion of the First Great Gate Sect in the prime of life, announced that he would pass on the position of head to the eldest disciple Qi Shengjun, and he would be in retreat from then on.

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