On the south mountain of Yancheng, there is a lush forest, the trees are luxuriant, towering to the sky. The tree that has been old for a long time, even five middle-aged men can't hug it, and the height is rare in the world. However, why are the trees here so stout? Because here there are often cultivators who gather the essence of the sun and the moon to participate in the Dharma and enlightenment here, and over time, these plants have also been "edified" to become much stronger.

The area of this forest is not large, but it is very quiet, and it has always been inaccessible, but it also has a bit of a depression. Looking up again, there is another hill, a convex mountain, the face is round and flat, the grass on it is like grass, only a few towering ancient trees stand abruptly on it. Because of the strange appearance of this hill and the vastness of the face, it was called "Imperial Sword Forest" by the people of Yancheng.

It was noon, and the sun was higher than mid-heaven. The mountain wind swept over the waist of the grass, stirring the branches and leaves of several ancient trees abruptly.

At the base of an ancient tree leaned against a man in his early twenties, dressed in white, with a handsome face and a well-mannered demeanor, squinting his eyes and wrapping his arms under his head, as if listening to the call of the breeze.

Not far from him, there was a young man who looked fifteen or sixteen years old, looking heroic, with beautiful eyebrows, and his appearance was somewhat similar to the man in white. He was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed at the moment, his expression was solemn, and a few beads of sweat were faintly sliding down his cheeks, but he was not moved at all, as if he was in meditation, thinking about something, and his expression was also changing uncertainly.

After about a cup of tea, the young man slowly opened his eyes and said to the man leaning against the root of the tree: "Dad, it's been almost two hours, why do I do it repeatedly as you tell me, but I still can't control the wind around me?"

The man who was called "Daddy" by the young man, that is, the young man who was resting on the roots of the tree, did not see him make any movement when he heard the words, but replied without hesitation: "In the world, how unruly is the power of nature? Even if there is a talented person, it is difficult to comprehend it within ten years." Even if I give you guidance, it will only help you avoid detours, and as for wanting to integrate with it with your own exercises, how easy is it?"

The young man pondered for a moment when he heard this, and then said: "What my father said is that the child heard that there is a great sect among the righteous path sects, named "Lingyun Sect", and its previous young masters are only seventeen or eighteen years old and can be integrated with the wind, form and spirit, and can even manipulate the terrifying "ghost", so how did he do it?"

The "Lingyun Sect" in the young man's mouth was none other than the Optimus Giant Sect, one of the five major factions in Fang Jinxia's righteous path.

The four major factions are:

The world-famous righteous sect for studying kendo - Yanagi Mountain.

The world-famous righteous sect for studying marksmanship - Divine Spear Valley.

The world-famous righteous sect for studying formations - Tiangong City.

Kinjoji Temple, a major school of righteousness that is famous for its study of physical arts.

The young man smiled slightly when he heard this, looked sideways at the young man, and said lightly: "The 'Lingyun Sect' has been established for more than a thousand years, and its sect is famous for its speed of specialization. As for the 'ghost', it is a set of exercises that they have studied on their own, and it has not been passed on to the world. ”

The young man was stunned for a moment and said, "I heard that there are five major factions in the righteous path, but what about the other four factions?"

The young man said: "Among the revisionist factions in the southern country, there are currently 'speed', 'sword', 'force', 'gun' and 'array', and the five major factions are the mainstays.

The young man's face was faintly excited, and he asked, "In my father's eyes, what is the extent of the child's cultivation?"

The young man closed his eyes again, and said lightly: "Chu Zhen 'Second Realm'" The man seemed to think of something after speaking, and then said: "Ling'er, the most taboo thing on the path of cultivating the truth is to seek shortcuts, you must be down-to-earth, study hard, and don't be in a hurry. ”

The "Ling'er" in the young man's mouth is the eldest son of Yu Jianghe, the head of the four families in Yancheng, and his name is "Yu Lingfeng", which is the eldest brother of Yu Shuang and Yu Xueying. And the young man is their father, Yu Jianghe.

In the world of cultivation, the first to three realms are all introductory, and they all cultivate their own physique to the extreme, and the four realms go up, and each realm is a feng shui realm, no matter which realm it stops at, it is normal to stagnate, after all, people's qualifications are different. If the qualifications are smart and have the guidance of others, then the path of cultivation will be 100 times faster than ordinary people.

Yu Lingfeng groaned slightly, and asked, "Didn't the originator of demon cultivation back then, Dao Venerable's 'Sword Punishment', open up a new Dao method? It is rumored that it is a hundred times faster than practicing the righteous path technique."

Yu Jianghe was silent when he heard this.

After Yu Lingfeng finished speaking, he didn't notice that his father Yu Jianghe's complexion had changed a lot, from the initial indifference, it slowly changed to a strange vastness, he looked sideways, his eyes were deep and distant, as if he had fallen into a long memory......

Until......

"Dad!" When Yu Lingfeng shouted three times, Yu Jianghe came back to his senses, he smiled slightly at Yu Lingfeng, and slowly stood up, the whole person looked like a different demeanor from ordinary people, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, lips like Dan, arrogant, and arrogant.

He slowly walked to Yu Lingfeng's side, patted his son's shoulder gently, and said slowly, "You remember! This kind of magic will only harm others and yourself, remember......"

As soon as these words came out, many questions flashed in Yu Lingfeng's mind, and without waiting for him to ask more, Yu Jianghe took a step forward and walked towards the side of the mountain. He looked at his father's back, and he was stupid. Although his father's back has always been so upright, it seems that when he sees his expression, it is not difficult to see that there is a kind of vicissitudes and fatigue that cannot be concealed on his face.

In Ling Feng's eyes, his father was the person he had admired since he was a child, and he could feel that his father was definitely not an ordinary cultivator, because the grandiose feelings exuded by him, as well as the chivalrous spirit of "vicissitudes", were not something that ordinary people could have.

"Whew-"

The wind suddenly became stronger, and the withered yellow leaves on the big trees seemed to have found a new home, and they passed away with the wind, drifting away leisurely into the distance......

"Ling'er. Yu Jianghe stood on the side of the mountain with his hands in his hands, facing Yancheng, and suddenly shouted.

Yu Lingfeng responded, ran over quickly, and said, "Yes, father"

Yu Jianghe took out a book of drawings from his sleeve, handed it to Yu Lingfeng, and said, "You have comprehended all the formation diagrams that I taught you some time ago?"

Yu Lingfeng nodded and said, "Yes, father!"

Yu Jianghe stroked his son's head, showed a smile, and said: "You go to the 'Wolong Pond' to set up this formation now, or cut wood, or sprinkle water, or build stones, or start a fire, remember, don't miss anything." ”

Yu Lingfeng took the drawings and said suspiciously: "Why are you setting up a formation there, is something going on?"

Yu Jianghe's face was expressionless, he turned around again, and looked at the prosperous Yancheng in front of him, at this moment his heart suddenly welled up with a trace of relief, no one knew what the city was like when he first came to Yancheng. He still vaguely remembers that at that time, the world was in turmoil, and it was a spring famine, and the people of the world were cannibalistic, which seemed really heart-wrenching......

Yu Lingfeng looked at his father as if he had entered another period of contemplation, and then asked again, "What's wrong with my father today?"

Hearing this, Yu Jianghe slowly retracted his gaze and said lightly: "It's nothing, I just remembered the past." He sighed softly.

Yu Lingfeng originally wanted to ask again, but Yu Jianghe interrupted him and said, "Go quickly! Don't ask so much." ”

Yu Lingfeng was dumbfounded, suppressed the doubts in his stomach again, and muttered, "Yes, father!" With that, he turned around and walked down the mountain......

Just as Ling Feng had just come down the mountain, fifty zhang away from the big tree where they were, there was a big tree, behind the big tree, a figure slowly walked out, that person was dressed in black like ink, wearing a hat, leading a thin horse, looking here, and said from a distance: "Uncle, I haven't seen you for a long time! Seeing your demeanor as before, the real thing is gratifying!" This person is the mysterious man in black who attacked Yu Shuang and Ouyang Ziyi in the "Daozun Temple".

Yu Jianghe had already noticed that the figure was hiding behind the ancient tree half an hour ago, an acquaintance he seemed to know, but he didn't want to see.

Hearing that the man greeted him from a distance through a layer of mist, Yu Jianghe's face was no different, but said in a light tone: "You have come all the way to find this place, but is it still for that thing?"

Yu Jianghe's voice was not loud, and the two were far apart, but his voice seemed to have endless force, and the black figure in the distance could hear it very clearly.

Hearing this, the man in black took a steady step, led the thin horse, and slowly walked towards Yu Jianghe, and said, "It's been fifty years, do you know how hard I have been looking for you?"

Yu Jianghe didn't look at the figure from beginning to end, he looked at Yancheng under his feet, and said after a while: "It's been fifty years, I didn't expect you to be so infatuated, Mo'er has a spirit in the sky, and I should be pleased......"

Soon, the man in black said with a grudge, and said viciously: "Mo'er has a spirit in the sky, you can be relieved, because today I can avenge her!"

Yu Jianghe was silent, his face was calm, and he quietly stared at Yancheng under him, as if there was no current appearance of the enemy.

The man in black gradually came closer, looked at Yu Jianghe who was standing on the edge of the cliff and stared with his hands, and suddenly said: "I can't imagine that fifty years have passed, and your appearance has not changed at all, but I'm afraid that your cultivation has also improved a lot, right?"

Hearing this, Yu Jianghe turned around, looked at the man in black, and said with a faint smile: "My cultivation has already become a fixed number, so how can I talk about improvement?"

Unexpectedly, when the man in black saw Yu Jianghe's front, his body shook violently, as if he was taken aback, and his voice trembled slightly: "You...... Have you really understood the way of 'eternal life', and your face will not grow old, and your description will not change?"

Yu Jianghe smiled slightly, paced and said: "How can there be 'eternal life' in the world? Compared with the long years, all living beings and all things are just a fleeting moment......" In his words, it seemed that he had seen through the mundane world. But the man in black didn't doubt his vision and experience at all, and only said slowly: "You and I are already more than a hundred years old, counting, I am still a generation older than you, but I have to call you uncle, if you are not the murderer of Mo'er, maybe you will also be my respected ......" The man in black's tone at this moment has gradually decreased, and then sighed deeply, raised his head leisurely, as if looking at a cloud in the sky, suddenly waved his hand, as if with a bitter smile, and said quietly: "That's it, it's not possible, it's impossible after all...... ”

The two stood facing each other, Yu Jianghe looked at the man in black lightly, his expression was ancient from beginning to end, and the two fell into silence for a while, and no one spoke.

Yu Jianghe's gaze gradually looked into the distance, and slowly became hollow. The past seemed to be vivid, but he didn't want to mention it, and after being silent for a long time, his voice was as calm as usual, and he also showed a helpless wry smile, and suddenly asked, "This is the first time you have asked me to avenge your master?"

When the man in black heard this, he immediately came back to his senses, and his body slowly began to exude a gloomy black aura, and he gritted his teeth coldly and said: "This is the eighth time I have avenged my master, I have worked hard to avenge this revenge, and I finally live up to it, I will definitely succeed this time! Yu Qiong, suffer death——"

The "Yu Qiong" in the black-clothed population is the man who killed the "Dao Immortal" Mo Rao, and it is also the Dao Zun of today's southern country - Yu Qiong.

The man in black suddenly changed color, Huo raised his hands, raised his head and shouted: "Supreme Dao Law, Heavenly Ghost Destroys Heart-".

As soon as the words fell, the black gas that emanated from his body was dozens of times stronger than that of Shicai in an instant, as if the air was isolated, and the two of them were wrapped in it, Yu Jianghe, that is, Yu Qiong, standing in the black gas at this moment, only to feel that the sky was suddenly dark, accompanied by the howling of wolves and ghosts, eerie and terrifying, he stood in place, did not move at all, and suddenly appeared in front of him a sea of blood, the sea water was red, and the corpses of the people piled up on the shore.

"Bang--" Wave after wave, wave after sound, the waves seemed to hit people's hearts hard. The smell of fish is overwhelming, and it is many times stronger than the usual smell of blood, and it is pervasive, penetrating straight into the nasal cavity, as if ordinary people are subjected to it, they will foam at the mouth and faint. But the corners of Yu Qiong's mouth smiled faintly, took a deep breath, and slowly closed his eyes, as if he had forgotten all his distracting thoughts......

Although his eyes were closed, the iron-clad illusions still appeared in his mind.

"Daddy...... Save me......" Yu Qiong was familiar with it, it was the voice of his son Yu Shuang, he was tied to an iron pillar and whipped fiercely by two demon disciples, his weak body was like skin and flesh, and blood was like a spring of blood staining all the white clothes.

"Bang, bang, bang......" The whipping of the whip was on the body of the frost, and also in the heart of the dome, Yu Qiong closed his eyes tightly, and a trace of unbearable and pain finally appeared on his face, but he did not say a word, but forced himself to calm himself in the dark space, watching his son for the last time, and shouted to him in a weak voice, "Help...... Help me". After that, Yu Shuang was so angry that he was beaten to death by these two disciples for half an hour without interruption.

Suddenly, another picture flashed suddenly, in front of Yu Qiong's eyes stood a bluestone table, on the stone table was a page of white paper with the word "Dao", three feet square, in addition, the world was pitch black, without a single sound, as if there was no breath of dead silence.

Yu Qiong looked at the word "Dao", and everything in the world seemed to have returned to fifty years ago, that snowy night. An oil lamp illuminates the small bamboo door, the wind howls outside, and the cold inside the house is biting. Yu Qiong vaguely remembered that today was the woman's birthday, and those who cultivated the true and enlightened Tao never took the worldly fireworks, and this vigorous but restrained and mellow word "Dao" was a birthday gift for her......

In the black air, Yu Qiong's face was pale, although his eyes were closed, his expression had gradually changed from the initial calmness to sadness and even sadness, his teeth bit his lip, his face changed, but he did not resist, just like this in the virtual world created by the man in black, floating like a dream.

Suddenly, just as Yu Qiong was looking at the word "Dao" that had just been completed, a pair of Qianqianyu hands reached out from behind him, blindfolded him, and then a soft cry came in his ear: "Guess who I am?"

Yu Qiong just smiled, but did not speak, nor did she remove her hands, and sat here upright. The woman behind her seemed to be quietly waiting for Yu Qiong's answer, and did not take her hand away because Yu Qiong was silent, and after a long time, the woman said with a slight resentment: "If I don't speak again, I will be angry." ”

Still silent for a while, the woman took her hands away and walked in front of Yu Qiong, looking at him with a sullen face, and he also looked at her with a smile......

How good it would be if time stopped here! Yu Qiong thought like this in his heart, he realized the Tao all his life, and he realized the Tao all his life, why did he come here? The time of a hundred years has passed, but after all, he does not know what he has realized and what he has realized......

The woman in front of him had a peerless appearance, skin like jade, lips like blood, apricot face and peach cheeks, bright eyes like water, and picturesque eyebrows, just smiling, quietly, quietly staring at him. Suddenly, he said, "Why don't you speak?"

Yu Qiong still looked at her with a smile and a word, looking at her deeply......

"Speak!"

“......”

"If you don't speak, I'll leave......" The woman straightened up and said slightly.

“......”

From beginning to end, Yu Qiong didn't say a word, just quietly stared at the beautiful woman's eyes, in the depths of the woman's bright eyes, there seemed to be a pool of clear spring water, which could irrigate all the dry and dead hearts......