More than 100 years ago, the head of the seven peaks of Shu Mountain was named Xiaofeng.

Halfway up the mountainside, there lived an old man and two children.

One day, as usual, the slightly older child looked at another child who was meditating and cultivating, and suddenly asked the old man, "Grandpa, what is the ultimate in kendo." ”

The old man asked rhetorically, "What do you think?"

The child said: "I often hear the uncles of other peaks say that what they want in their lives is the unity of man and sword. ”

The old man said: "The unity of human and sword is enough to call it the ultimate in swordsmanship." ”

The child asked again, "Dagui, can it be regarded as a combination of human and sword?"

The old man said: "He is a natural swordsman, and he is born to be the unity of man and sword. ”

The child said, "Then what is he still practicing all day long?"

The old man stretched out his hand to hold it, and the red sword Guangyuan, which had been randomly discarded next to the firewood, flew into his hand.

He asked, "Look, is this sword a shortcoming?"

The child looked at this peerless divine weapon and pondered for a long time, but he couldn't see what was missing from it.

This is the best sword in the world, before it was born, there was a famous sword known as "the sword qi spans 30,000 miles, and a sword light is cold on 19 continents". But when this sword showed its edge in the world, the famous sword silently retired from the rivers and lakes.

People in the world have a saying, even if there is a sword from the Tianshan Mountains, once it encounters the light yuan, it hides the edge.

Such a good sword, a child, how can you see what is still missing.

The child told the truth: "I can't see it." ”

The old man smiled and said, "A scabbard is missing." ”

The child was puzzled: "How can we Shushan people ever use a scabbard." Uncles and uncles all said that the scabbards used by the people under the mountain were because they couldn't control this double-edged weapon, so they needed to use the sheath to avoid the edge, and it could be said that they harbored evil intentions. ”

The old man said, "That's right. The world needs a scabbard when it uses a sword. We Shushan people use swords and disdain to use sheaths. Because of the sword intent of Shushan, what he is looking for is nothing more than the unity of man and sword, and man is like his sword. But after the sword of man, how can he hide the edge?"

The child asked rhetorically, "Why hide the edge?"

The old man said: "Life in the world is like a fish in water, helpless." If you don't hide it, your edge will be exposed, and it will be easy to break if you are too rigid. ”

The child shook his head and said, "I don't understand, I don't understand." ”

The old man was about to exit, and the child preemptively said, "I hope you don't understand." ”

The old man shook his head with a smile and said, "You have to understand." The sheath not only hides the front, but also contains the front. The sword is in the sheath to protect its sharpness. ”

The child said: "Why is the Guangyuan Sword unsheathed?" ”

The old man pointed to his nose: "I am the sheath." ”

Lu Dagui read the sword I and did not become a scabbard, so he only reached the point of the unity of human swords and became the first in swordsmanship.

And Lu Dafu, on that day, when the immortals descended to earth and the hundred ghosts came out, witnessed with his own eyes how the six sword gods used their bodies as sheaths to guard the world.

So many years later, Lu Dafu finally became a scabbard, hiding the front, and accepting the front.

A hundred years later, it rained at night in Chang'an.

The former founding patriarch of the Shushan Sword Sect finally dissipated in the world in that downpour.

Only a sword intent remained, indestructible.

At this time, the Great Dragon Empress was struggling to resist this sword intent.

A hundred years of cultivation, a hundred years of experience, turned into a sword, even if the Great Dragon Empress is extremely talented, it is difficult to deal with it.

This sword, called Outliers, is meant to be alone.

The loneliest sword is created by the loneliest man.

However, the Great Dragon Empress did not feel the sharpness brought by loneliness and despair, but felt a blazing heat, even warmth in this bone-chilling autumn rain.

She knew that this was the inheritance that Lu Dafu gave her.

She may not have resisted, but she resisted with all her might.

She wants to prove that she has the qualifications to take on the responsibility given to her by Lu Dafu.

After all, the sword intent turned into warmth, and after it spread, it wrapped the Great Dragon Empress in it, moistening it silently.

Even with her fists, she is like a sword.

Sharp as her, today, finally sheathed.

The Great Dragon Empress, the Great Sword Hidden Blade, the strongest person in the world, on this day, only to understand what the first life of martial arts is.

The boat is big, and the horse gallops away.

In this world, heroes are needed.

When one hero ends, another hero appears.

Shennong sat on the ground and took root, although he did not raise his head, he knew everything about the world.

Dead Fat, finally, has become a real Dead Fat.

When the fat man was there, they laughed freely. The fat man is gone, Shennong, and finally on his face, full of autumn rain.

All gone.

In Shennong's life, he has lost too many people.

Now, it's time for him to go.

For the living.

The green vines are intertwined outside the Mingde Gate, forming a barrier, and the world will eventually see that within that barrier, towering trees are born.

Shennong finally got up, and when he raised his hand, new sprouts sprouted on the ground, growing wildly, holding up several people in Nangong together, and the Mingde Gate Tower was as high.

The shabby linen clothes faded, the beard fell off, the rickety back was straight, and the dirty old beggar regained his youthful appearance at this moment.

Zhang Xufeng looked at the familiar appearance in front of him, even if he had the world in his heart and mountains and rivers in his chest, he couldn't help but choke with tears.

It was the boy they remembered.

That cynicism, but in my heart, really engraved everyone's name.

The handsome young man was covered with white hair, and his posture was not straight, half a head shorter than the old Zhang Xufeng. There is still an indelible look in his eyes.

took a step forward, hugged the old man in front of him, and whispered softly: "Lao Zhang, Da Zhou will be handed over to you." ”

Then turned around, Bai Liyao had already opened his arms, and without waiting for Shennong's movement, he roughly pulled him into his arms.

The young man's head was no more than Bai Liyao's chest, and after hugging, he punched him.

Then he hugged a group of old friends one by one, and finally looked at Nangong and said, "You want to come too?"

Nangong was at a loss and looked at Bai Liyao for help.

Bai Liyao pushed him from behind, and the two hugged naturally.

Such a warm action, even in the enlightened Great Zhou, is really rare.

Shennong even touched Nangong's head and said with a smile: "It's all so high." ”

Nangong didn't know what to say, but he had a strange feeling in his heart, as if he was rejecting Shennong's departure.

The green buds under his feet continued to grow, and Shennong stood above the crowd and came to the Great Dragon Empress.

The Great Dragon Empress looked at him expressionlessly, and after the two looked at each other for a long time, they suddenly couldn't help but smile and said, "Let's go." ”

Shennong nodded and said, "A new generation is coming, this is your generation." ”

The Great Dragon Empress said, "It won't be too long, I'll come to you soon." ”

Shennong didn't answer her words, but just said, "You laugh so ugly." ”

Ignoring her serious expression, the green shoots were lifted and flew to a high place, almost close to the gate of heaven.

Nangong looked up at the sky, the green buds no longer knew where to fly, unable to see, he suddenly said: "Our emperor, is it going to fly?"

Although he didn't ask anyone specifically, he looked down at everyone after not answering for a long time.

The old ministers of the Manchu Dynasty all hid their faces and wept.

He didn't understand why these people were in such pain, and even if they were so affectionate, they shouldn't have been so gaffe.

are all heroic figures who accompanied Shennong to build a new dynasty, not to mention the city in the chest, at least to look down on life and death, how should it not be at this time.

What's more, Shennong's ascension is a happy event for Da Zhou.

The lord of the country has ascended to become an immortal, is there anything more powerful than this?

He didn't understand, and no one answered. He deliberately suppressed his curiosity, and for some reason, it was particularly strong.

He looked up at the sky for an answer.

But at this moment, as if hearing his thoughts, suddenly a voice came into his ears.

"The return of the spring god to the ......" is vast like thunder from the sky, resounding throughout Chang'an.

The vast night sky suddenly shines brightly, and the white clouds condense a huge gate of heaven that can be felt majestic on the ground, as if there are immortals coming out to greet them.

Such a scene, for thousands of years, a few people can see it.

But I heard Shennong shouting:

"Lao Tzu doesn't!"