In Shaanxi, on the banks of the Wei River, deep in the mountains and forests of the Qinling Mountains, foggy and rainy, due to the strange natural climate, it is shrouded in a faint white mist all year round, and few people set foot here, which is particularly quiet.

In the depths of the white mist, a mountain peak rises from the ground.

The mountain peak is not high, but it is like a long sword plunging straight into the earth, and it is extremely steep.

A hidden path, from the bottom of the mountain zigzag to the top of the mountain, the top of the mountain is a platform, the houses on the platform are scattered, not tall, very ordinary wooden houses, about seven or eight looks.

Listen carefully, and the sound of wooden fish tapping and chanting and chanting comes from the hidden place, bringing a sense of tranquility to this mysterious place.

The fog cleared slightly, and in a slightly larger wooden house in the middle, sandalwood was swirling, giving people a sense of calm and contemplation.

"Bell...... Bell ......"

The sound of wooden fish came.

The girl who knocked on the wooden fish was a girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old, the girl was not a beautiful woman, but her face was delicate, her contours were beautiful, and her gentle and compassionate eyes seemed to be able to influence anyone, but a trace of thought flashed in her eyes from time to time, making her a little normal.

"Alas......"

A sigh also made the sound of the wooden fish stop.

I don't know when, a middle-aged woman in plain monk clothes appeared behind the girl, looking at the girl's back, a trace of complexity flashed in her eyes.

"Your heart is upset. The middle-aged woman said after a pause.

The girl's eyes were slightly closed, and her face was a little ashamed, but her cheeks were flushed with a hint of red.

The middle-aged woman sighed, and couldn't help but sigh a little, counting the history of this door, the predecessors are all amazingly talented and talented, but most of them are trapped in the love pass and affected, most of them can't reach the sword heart from the heart, let alone the death level later, and no one has cultivated it.

She couldn't help but wonder a little, could it be that the first ancestor Dini created the "Cihang Sword Codex", but he couldn't break through the death barrier? Otherwise, why didn't he record a few words for future generations' reference?

After turning some thoughts, the middle-aged woman looked at the girl, with a hint of pity in her voice: "Forget him, that humane is firm-hearted, he is a natural Taoist, and he will never accept you because of your life-saving grace." ”

The girl smiled slightly, thinking of the handsome and tall man in black, her eyes were full of tenderness, and she said softly: "Master, you are too worried, the disciple is thinking about him, not to stay with him, in the past, the disciple only knew how to practice the sword code every day, but his heart was empty, and today, there is a thought in his heart, the disciple knows the original, and he can't ask for it, and missing is also a rare emotion." ”

When the middle-aged woman heard this, her eyes were even more pityful, and she clasped her hands together: "Amitabha." ”

In distant India, Ling Donglai, dressed in black, felt the wisp of spirit that existed all the time in the dark, looked up at the east, looked at it for a long time, and sighed silently.

He felt that although his spiritual spirit was stronger and more lively than before, it had a little more fetters and an extra layer of shackles.

He was born a Taoist, and his heart to seek the Heavenly Dao was very strong, and nothing could stop him, but after meeting that girl, what he felt in his state of mind quietly changed slightly.

I don't know if this change is good or bad, but after he visits all the great sages in the world, this matter will always have to be resolved.

Otherwise, how can it be detached?

Thinking of this, Ling Donglai turned around and strode forward.

......

Mongolia.

The new Mongolian Great Khan Ogedei, led many of his generals to see off the king of Tibet and the Mongolian national division Bashi Ba who came to congratulate him at the gate of the camp.

On the low mountain not far away, Meng Chixing was dressed in black, tall and powerful, such as a high mountain and a mountain, with a fair complexion, at first glance it looks like a statue carved from crystal, beyond all living beings, a pair of blue eyes, the divine light flows, full of a strange charm.

However, looking down at the foot of the mountain, the crowd in the distance, the god in the heart of the Mongolian at this moment, frowned slightly.

Next to him, a seven or eight-year-old boy looked at Meng Chixing with admiration.

Seeing him frowning, he said crisply, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Meng Chixing looked at the red figure in the distance, his brows gradually stretched, and he said lightly: "Ban'er, how are you practicing for the martial arts taught by your teacher?"

The boy named Ban'er said respectfully when he heard this: "Returning to the master, I have already practiced." ”

Meng Chixing nodded, his face was not different, this kid was talented, his qualifications were better than his own, and it was not surprising that Meng Chixing had made such progress in his martial arts training.

What was strange to him was that the person who had just been sent away by Wokotai was very similar in appearance and spiritual qi to that year, and it was normal for him to improve and change over the years, but somehow, he looked at the red-clothed monk, and there was always a strange feeling in his heart.

But where it is weird, I can't say.

Just as he was pondering, not far away, a man in a strange power suit walked quickly to this side, and Meng Chixing's master and apprentice didn't seem to see it.

After the man came to this side, he did not come close, knelt on the ground and said, "My lord, Prince Kublai Khan has ordered you to come and invite you to go." ”

Meng Chixing waved his hand and didn't say anything, the man kowtowed again and slowly retreated.

At that time, entrusted by Temujin, he chose one of the descendants of the Golden Family as a disciple, and Meng Chixing saw Kublai Khan's strong head, so he accepted him as a disciple, so he became Kublai Khan's teacher, and taught him the knowledge of the art of war, strategy, political methods, etc.

Meng Chixing turned around and looked down at the little boy and said, "You go back first, and you can come when you go for the teacher." ”

Spotted nodded, turned and ran down the hill.

......

"Grandpa, hurry up. ”

An An's two little short legs flew upside down, running through the trees, chasing a colorful butterfly in front of her, and a big yellow dog behind her.

Li Shan followed behind him with a smile on his face, but he didn't worry about safety, this is the periphery of the mountains and forests, and many children in the village are playing here.

"An'an, slow down, don't fall. ”

Since his wife left, Li Laohan's thoughts have all been on Xiao An'an, and his heart has slowly become much more depressed.

Just as the two were playing, in the dense forest not far away, a pair of bloodshot eyes stared directly at An An, and a trace of greed flashed in his eyes.

Li Laohan was old, a little out of breath, stopped, sat under the tree, turned his head and shouted, "An An, don't run far." ”

"I see. An An replied crisply.

Li Laohan smiled, took a breath, leaned his back against the tree, and closed his eyes to rest.

An An stared at the flying butterflies, her small body didn't seem to feel tired, and she hurriedly chased it, but unconsciously, she gradually ran in.

The butterflies fluttered their wings again and flew into the depths.

An An suddenly stopped, turned around and ran out.

"Hehe, what a clever little one. A gloomy whisper.

An An was shocked, her perception of danger since she was a child was different from ordinary people, she was very sensitive, she didn't see anything just now, but she felt a chill in her back, so she turned around and ran without hesitation.

But as soon as she turned around, a miserable white palm pressed against her shoulder and pulled her back.

I saw the grass and trees shaking, but Xiao An'an was gone.

Only the yellow dog on the ground was left foaming at the mouth.

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