In the hundred years since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the imperial court has gradually become weak, and the sects of the rivers and lakes are different.

The righteous path is headed by the Prajna Temple, the Heavenly Machine Pavilion, and the Floating Cloud Sect. Tianji Pavilion is known as knowing all major events in the world, and Buddhism does not need to say much, and the Floating Cloud Sect is famous for its martial arts with a sword called 'Tianwen'.

It is rumored that the successive holders of 'Tianwen' are all once the sons of heaven, without exception. And the strange thing is that at the beginning of the founding of Great Xia, in order to get the recognition of Tianwen Sword, on the contrary, because the situation was unstable at that time, after several turmoil, it fell into the sword Tan of the Floating Cloud Sect, although the Floating Cloud Sect said to the outside that whoever can get its approval can take it away, but after a hundred years no one has been recognized.

In this regard, there are often ambitious people in the martial arts, which leads to the turmoil in the martial arts and the people's misery, so that the demon gate takes advantage of the void to enter, among which the Hades Palace is the most. The hall lord calls himself the king of Hades in the world, controls the life and death of the world, no one has ever seen his true face, according to legend, he has a pair of violet vertical pupils, which can suck people's souls, whether the people are also righteous monks, they are all shocked when they hear his name, therefore, the power of the demon gate is even faintly higher than the three major forces.

This situation did not change until the Floating Cloud Sect produced a disciple of Sword Dawn. Jian Zhixiao is the third prince of Great Xia, commonly known as Li Xiao. Li Xiao has not been liked by the Son of Heaven since he was a child, so he is withdrawn by nature. However, he was born with a love for swords, and then gave up the position of the prince and officially entered the Floating Cloud Sect to practice, and in just a few years, his strength was great, even stronger than the contemporary Floating Cloud Sect's senior brother Jian Yixin. Li Xiaohou retreated in the Floating Cloud Sect for ten years, and when he came out, the sword of the Floating Cloud Sect resonated with Tan Baijian, and the Tianwen Sword also flew on his side for him to drive.

After the head learned about it, he accepted him as a personal disciple and officially changed his name to Jian Zhixiao. After the strength of the sword reaches the level of transcendence, he holds Tianwen in his hand, one person and one sword, and calms the rivers and lakes. Legend has it that the dawn of the sword has no moves, no style, and no trace can be found. Although there is no move in his heart and no move in his hand, his shot is natural, and each sword is comparable to a sword style.

For a time, its prestige was shocked, and everyone was looking forward to it. Later, he led the people of the righteous path to fight for life and death with the demon forces such as the Hades Palace. The battle was extremely tragic, and the corpses were all over the field, although it was a victory on the right path, the king of Hades and the sword and his sword Tianwen were nowhere to be found.

The world is settled, and for hundreds of years, a mountain peak that only enters and does not go out, and is covered with thick fog all year round is known to the world.

Under the cover of the fog, the foggy mountains appear and disappear from time to time, and it stands to reason that it should be like the fairy cave, but the tranquility of the mountains and forests has brought a trace of dead silence to the mountain peaks, and the peaks that appear from time to time thus faintly bring people a sense of hideousness.

The valley is large, the road is rugged and winding, and the dense fog that swells like a tide spreads through the mountains, and from a distance, it is gray and misty, with only the slight outline of the woods, and only the winding mountain road under your feet can be seen.

In the thick fog, the silhouette of a man wandered in the mountains, and if you looked closely, this person was dressed in gray cloth with patches on his clothes, and the whole person was slightly immature, but his face was full of anxiety.

This young man's name is Lin Qiuzhi, a villager in a village called 'Yushan Village' not far from the Foggy Mountains, Lin Qiuzhi kept looking around, as if he was looking for something.

"I don't know where this grass of life and death is?"

Lin Qiuzhi muttered in his heart, and then casually walked to a place that looked quite pleasing to the eye.

I don't know how long he walked, Lin Qiuzhi still kept spinning in the mountains, and gradually looked panicked.

At this moment, Lin Qiuzhi saw many figures looming not far away. Seeing this, Lin Qiuzhi did not hesitate, and ran straight towards it, even afraid that they would not realize that they were still waving and shouting.

The blurred figure gradually revealed, and was greeted by a crowd of no less than dozens of people, all armed with swords and wearing uniform white clothing.

The leader is a fairy-winded old man in white, and there is also a high-ranking monk beside him. Looking back, there stood a woman and a man, the woman had three thousand black hair, flowing over her shoulders, dressed in white like snow, like a legendary fairy, making people dare not blaspheme.

On the contrary, the man was much closer, holding the long sword in his arms casually, looking Lin Qiuzhi up and down, seeing his appearance, if it weren't for the two older men in front of him, he would have asked one or two long ago.

Lin Qiuzhi looked at the people in front of him, everyone was wearing swords, he was stunned, gritted his teeth, and bowed to the old man: "Master, I got lost in the mountains and forests, I don't know if I can make it convenient and take the kid with me." ”

The old man in white looked at Lin Qiuzhi, his frowning brows soothed, and with his cultivation, he could see at a glance that Lin Qiuzhi was just an ordinary person, but he still had to do daily interrogation.

"But what are the people of the mountains and forests doing here?"

Lin Qiuzhi said respectfully: "The kid is from Yushan Village, not far away, and he came here to collect medicine because his mother was seriously ill. ”

"Yushan Village... Can you know the way?"

"I know a little roughly, but I don't know it at a deeper level. ”

The old man in white nodded, looked at the old monk on the side, and asked, "Master Xuanmo, what do you see?"

The monk known as Xuanmo clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, God has the virtue of a good life, that is, if you meet it, you have a fate, and you can bring it." ”

Lin Qiuzhi got some way from time to time, but he started working as a guide. However, just in case, the old man in white let the man behind him follow Lin Qiuzhi.

On the way, Lin Qiuzhi knew that this group of people was from the Floating Cloud Sect, and the leading white-clothed old man was named Jian Yixin, and the old monk was from the Panruo Temple. And the man's name is Ye Lifeng, he is a self-acquaintance, and he learned from him that the woman's name is Han Yuqing, who is his senior sister.

However, these were not important to Lin Qiuzhi, who had grown up in the village and had never seen much of the world, and what he was worried about at this time was whether they were also here for that magical herb.

"Brother Ye, what are you doing here in this foggy mountain? The people in our village can say that this mountain is very dangerous, and many people have never come out after entering before. ”

Ye Lifeng didn't think much of Lin Qiuzhi's words, and even showed a smug look on his face, and wanted to speak several times, but he wanted to speak and stopped, and under Lin Qiuzhi's repeated questioning, he heard a name from under his mouth, 'Tianwen'. Ye Lifeng seemed to know that he had said too much, so he quickly shut up, showed his brain, glared at Lin Qiu fiercely, and said, "Why are you asking so much!

Lin Qiuzhi grinned, scratched his head, and just wanted to say something. Suddenly, a sword light flashed in front of everyone, and the red sword light was particularly conspicuous in this thick fog, although it was only a short moment, it was still fresh in everyone's memory.

The sword has passed, ten miles of streamer!

The remnants are still alive, and all the soldiers are trembling!

Jian Yiyi felt the residual power left by this red sword, ignored the long sword that was still trembling in his hand, showed joy, hurriedly beckoned everyone, and chased after the direction where Jian Mang left.