The boy woke up again, it was late at night, and when he turned his head, he saw a white bird lying next to his head.

The boy tilted his head and got up.

His body was sore and painful, and he was very tired, but the young man just tugged at the corners of his mouth, as if he didn't care at all.

He brought it on himself.

Drilling out of the stone wall, a giant black bird approached and babbled softly.

The night of Hurricane Gorge is dark blue, dotted with stars, and the river of stars flows.

The boy raised his hand and touched the head of the giant bird, looked up at the night sky, and whispered, "In the future, it won't be." ”

It's just that there is a bitter loss in the bottom of the eyes that can't be dissolved.

He just wanted something that was truly his own, but God told him that he was delusional.

How ridiculous.

"Babble!" the giant bird was psychic, at least it knew how to be a teenager, so it shrank its head and took the long sword on its back to the young man.

The boy seemed to be stimulated by something, and opened it suddenly.

Then, he froze, biting his lower lip slightly.

"Bah!" the giant bird cried again, looking at the boy in confusion.

The young man lowered his head, was silent for a few breaths, picked up the mediocre long sword again, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry." ”

"Bah!" the giant bird chirped.

The boy shook his head and walked towards the canyon with his sword.

"Goo. The white bird flew over from the side of the stone wall, stood on the boy's shoulder, and squealed softly.

It's just that the next moment, a big head stretched out and directly threw the white bird aside.

The white bird was a little angry, and flew back and cooed at the giant bird.

The giant bird crushed the white bird under his feet with one paw, and he was not afraid to squash the white bird.

The white bird suddenly grew larger, shrank sharply, and escaped with dexterity.

The giant bird shook off again.

The boy ignored them and stopped at the mouth of the Hurricane Gorge, but did not go in again, but sat down, and curled up.

The fight between one and two birds was finally won by the arrogance of the giant bird.

Two birds flew to the boy's side, one on one side.

Then they saw the boy curled up, his elbow slightly raised, and he was looking at his own hand in distraction.

A thin cyan breeze was hovering around his fingers.

Beautiful, smart, but cold.

The next afternoon, when the old man returned with a full load, he saw the boy sitting at the mouth of the hurricane gorge, and was startled, and threw everything away and hurried over.

He was most afraid that the boy would run in again.

The young man heard the footsteps, turned around, and smiled at the old man, "Senior." ”

Politely distant.

The old man's footsteps paused suddenly.

The young man said calmly, "The juniors are not here because of this hurricane gorge, but because they want to ask the seniors a few questions. ”

The old man frowned, and a nameless fire suddenly rose in his heart.

This is the demeanor of a chess player, the old man has seen it, so he knows it. But a young man like this, a chess player, or a swordsman?

The young man didn't care about the old man's emotional changes, and continued, "Why did the seniors destroy the Fulong List, why did they break their swords, and why did they come to Hurricane Gorge?"

The old man looked at the young man, and after a few breaths, he said indifferently, "You will know these things in the future." ”

"Why wait for the future?" the young man smiled calmly, "A few years ago, the predecessors destroyed the Fulong Bang, and then they broke their swords and disappeared into the world, and the predecessors knew what happened next?"

"I don't know. The old man frowned.

"You don't know, but you know. The overlord knife is gloomy, the axe is blunt and eroded, the halberd is unintentional, the Buddha is closed, the chess player lives in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and the windwalker has no successor. The younger generation dared to ask, is this the original intention of the senior?" The young man looked directly into the old man's eyes and said in a deep voice, "But like this, the rivers and lakes are too lonely. ”

The old man chuckled in his heart and couldn't help but take a step back.

The young man stepped forward, "The regression of the predecessors back then is not worth it." The rivers and lakes are out of spirit and too boring. Therefore, the juniors want to invite the seniors out of the mountain. ”

The old man was silent, quietly looking at the young man's eyes.

Clear as water, bottomless.

The boy didn't care about smiling.

After a while, the old man suddenly sighed, as if he had suddenly lost his spirit, "It's been decades, what's the use of going out?"

The young man was still calm, "The younger generation is not talented, and I invited all the seniors to talk about the dragon grand meeting, and fight the rivers and lakes back then." ”

The old man was stunned, but after a while, he shook his head again.

The young man frowned slightly, and said loudly, "Since the matter of the past, the predecessors dared to resist alone, and now that the heroes are rising together, how can the seniors push back and hold back?"

The old man shook his head, "You don't understand. ”

The young man raised his eyebrows, "The younger generation doesn't understand, but the seniors do? What happened back then, the seniors felt wrong, and now the seniors are disappointed in the rivers and lakes just because they have not entered the rivers and lakes for decades, but how do the seniors know that today's rivers and lakes must be flowers and grass withered after a flash in the pan? What's more, what if it's really a big dream, why should the children of the rivers and lakes be afraid of this big dream." Now we are paving a big road for the younger generations, and decades later, the heroes of the rivers and lakes will rise together, who dares to look at the heroes of the rivers and lakes, and why should they be afraid of the boring rivers and lakes. ”

The old man was silent for a long time, and said in a deep voice, "Okay!"

"Thank you, seniors. The young man bowed and took out a piece of white jade-colored jade in his hand, "Piaoyilou will not let down the seniors." ”

The old man raised his hand to take it, and suddenly said, "But I haven't touched the sword for decades, and the old man is afraid that the sword will rust." ”

The young man smiled, "The juniors have the courage to ask the seniors to fight, is it okay?"

The old man hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, "That's exactly what it means." ”

The boy threw the middle of the middle behind his back, "The sword of the senior." ”

The old man raised his hand to catch it, stunned, "How can it be here with you?"

"Entrusted by a dear friend, his sword is very good. The teenager explained.

The old man touched the words on the sword, smiled with relief, and suddenly looked up and said, "Young man, do you have wine?"

"Naturally. The boy untied the wine bag from his waist and threw it over.

The old man took it casually, even if he knew that the young man should have no alcohol, he didn't think much about it, and he was hearty.

Then, with a flick of the wine bag, the long sword was unsheathed and swept over.

The wine is like rain, and the sword is like a rainbow.

The young man took a deep breath, his sleeves shook slightly, the soft sword was in his hand, and a sword was handed out.

The sword qi and the sword qi collided together, and countless sword qi crushed wildly.

This is the sword of the old man Zang Feng Yijiazi.

This is the decisive sword that the boy gave up his last insistence.

Not without reservations, but both are swords in their purest form.

Whether it was gravel or qi, a huge whirlpool gradually formed, and a circle of terrifying qi waves visible to the naked eye suddenly rippled under the feet of the two people.

Then, all around, the gas machine suddenly exploded.

The two of them retreated several feet.

"Come again. The old man shouted.

The sword is like autumn water, carrying the sound of wind and thunder.

The boy also came with a sword.

The sword is like a tide, swift as the wind.

The extreme of the sword, emphasizing forge ahead, stressing freewheeling, stressing the struggle of will, stressing the unforgiving, but for these two sword-raising people, these are not important, the important thing is that what kind of sword, how to make a sword, endless.

Don't spell for, don't look at the roots, just a sword.

The old man simply swung out a sword, and then swung a sword, a sword in front, a sword in the back, showing the momentum of the tail, the sword momentum intensified, the clouds rose and the wind surged, it was magnificent.

The young man's figure flashed suddenly, and the sword qi came out with a flick of his fingers, and his mind reached the sword intent, almost the old man handed out a sword, and the young man swept by a wisp of sword qi, and he didn't let it go.

The young man in the Hurricane Gorge, although he was defeated by heaven and earth, but also because of his arbitrary understanding of the sword intent and the mind of the soul, not in the barren mountain The majestic sword momentum of the man, is the chic posture of traveling through the world, fierce, silent, but no one can look at it.

Countless sword intents surged out of the sky, like a rainstorm, pouring down!

The sword qi was furious, the sand and stones flew away, and countless qi planes bombarded in an instant, endlessly.

When the heavens and the earth are clear, the sword is returned to its sheath.

"Young man, in today's battle, the victory is inseparable, and he hopes that there will be a time to ask the sword again. The old man laughed heartily and walked away.

The young man watched the old man leave, looked down at the long sword that the old man sent back at parting, and smiled, without the calmness of the chess player, without the edge of the swordsman, he was sorry but helpless.

Then, he looked at the giant bird behind him and said softly, "Lingdiao, it's time to go." ”