Lingyun Peak.

The top of Lingyun Peak, proud of the mountains, there is no trace of birds.

Looking at the other four peaks from Lingyun Peak, they are handsome and magnificent, pointing straight to the sky.

There is a stone platform on the top of Lingyun Peak, which is called "Lingyun Terrace". Under the Lingyun platform, the cliff is broken, and the clouds and mist are shrouded all year round, and the end is not visible. A few pines and cypresses stand on the cliff wall, and they are desperate to survive.

On the top of the peak, there stood a man in a silver robe, with a majestic back, carrying a three-foot long sword, the sword body was full of red light, like an ethereal immortal.

At this time, he stood with his hands in his hands and looked up at the sea of clouds in front of the cliff......

Behind him stood a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, wearing a Yunhua disciple uniform, with a smart temperament, this big and one young were quietly on Lingyun Terrace, just listening to the wind whistling on the peak......

After a long time, the tough voice of the silver-robed man sounded, and he said: "The method of cultivating the truth has existed in ancient times, practice hard, and seek the true self! How many cultivators in this world hope to become immortals and ascend in order to pursue immortality, and so on, but most of them are vain and ethereal. What's more, they are delusional and rush to achieve success, but they do the opposite, and eventually fall into the wrong path and destroy their future. ”

The silver-robed man fell into deep thought, and said: "Between heaven and earth, Haoran righteousness will last forever, and those who enter my Yunhua Sword Sect must be the way of heaven and earth, the foundation of helping the common people, the ability to eliminate evil, and open peace for all generations." Yun'er, you understand!"

The young man behind him, that is, Gu Nanyun, looked like he didn't understand, scratched his head with his hand, and then said with a bitter face: "Yes, the apprentice strictly follows the master's teachings, but ...... But there are still some things that I don't understand?"

At this time, Song Beiluo brushed his sleeves together, and his wide sleeved robe was blown by the mountain wind, and he said with a straight face: "What I said today, you will understand it after a day! You are familiar with my Yunhua Gate rules and precepts first, and I will ask Yao'er and Lan'er to help you!"

"Yes, disciple understands!" Gu Nanyun replied.

At this time, Song Beiluo turned around and walked towards him, stroked his forehead with one hand and said, "As a teacher, I will go down the mountain in the next few days, I will let Yao'er and Lan'er take care of you, you must also be obedient, and don't make trouble!"

Gu Nanyun looked at Song Beiluo, nodded a few times, and said, "Please rest assured, Master, I am now a disciple of Yunhua, not a wild child, I will listen to my senior brother and sister!"

Song Beiluo was very satisfied after hearing this, and said: "When the teacher comes back, he can pass on your skills!"

Before that, Gu Nanyun thought that today's master was going to teach him skills, but he didn't expect to hear Song Beiluo say this, and his excited mood just now cooled by half.

Now, he has nothing to look forward to, he just hopes that the master will come back soon and teach him how to learn.

In the following days, Gu Nanyun would participate in the daily morning class with Ling Yunfeng's fellow disciples.

Speaking of this morning class, it is nothing more than the rule of the Yunhua Sword Sect, all disciples must participate in learning every morning, and there are naturally knowledgeable and talented teachers in the sect to teach the disciples to read and break words, study poetry and books, learn etiquette, and impart knowledge!

After Gu Nanyun finished his morning class every day, he also spent part of his evening reading the Yunhua precepts, because there were almost one hundred and twenty precepts in total, which made Gu Nanyun a little worried.

As the days went by, his senior brother Jiang Yao and senior sister He Lan'er would take the time to help and tutor him from time to time, and said that he had to be able to recite in order to truly be a qualified Yunhua disciple.

Gu Nanyun's memory is much stronger than that of ordinary people, and it will not take a while for him to be able to memorize them all and recite them completely.

Since Gu Nanyun separated from his master Song Beiluo some time ago, he said that he had been down the mountain for a few days, but the time was half a month, and he heard his senior sister He Lan'er say that she had something important to do, and she didn't know when she would come back.

Early one morning, before the morning class began, Gu Nanyun got up early and trotted all the way to the martial arts arena in the back mountain, he heard that this was a place where Lingyun Feng's senior brothers and sisters often came and would practice here in the morning.

He has been coming to the Sword Sect for a while, and he has never had the opportunity to see the martial arts and sword training of his senior brothers and sisters, so he got up early today and naturally couldn't miss this great opportunity.

The mountain behind Lingyun Peak.

The martial arts arena was located in the remote shade of the mountain, and a group of Lingyun Peak Yunhua disciples were all heroic in their men and graceful in their women! Most of these disciples were elite disciples of Lingyun Peak.

According to the daily practice, I saw them arranged in a formation and separated, staggered and orderly. They all wielded long swords in their hands, and the sword light lingered, sometimes as light as a swallow, flowing water, sometimes with a fierce sword aura, like a broken bamboo!

A gust of morning breeze blew, the green bamboo swayed, and the disciples wore sleeves and robes, dancing in the wind, showing the meaning of leisurely and chic.

Gu Nanyun stood under a few green bamboos and watched, his eyes showing envy, and his small mouth opened slightly......

In the martial arts arena, at this time, Gu Nanyun looked at the two familiar figures, and he knew at a glance that it was Senior Brother Jiang Yao and Senior Sister He Lan'er.

After a short time, after all the disciples finished the practice, they all stopped their movements and put away the long swords in their hands.

Helan'er looked from afar, and saw her junior brother watching them practice martial arts and swords not far away, and the early sun shone slightly, only to see her wipe the beads of sweat on her forehead with her hand, and walked over with Jiang Yao with a smile.

The two walked up to Gu Nanyun, He Lan'er squatted down, and said with a grin: "Xiaoyun, why don't you sleep more early in the morning, how did you find here?"

Jiang Yao, who was behind Helan'er, was very interested, and then echoed and asked, "Yes, junior brother, will Yunhua's precepts be memorized now?"

Gu Nanyun showed a smug look on his face, and replied to Jiang Yao: "Senior brother, I have already written it down, otherwise I will recite it to you now!"

After Gu Nanyun finished speaking, he wanted to speak, but was stopped by He Lan'er's gesture, only to hear He Lan'er ignore Jiang Yao's feelings and say: "Xiaoyun, don't pay attention to your senior brother, what kind of precepts are you, just wait for the master to come back and you can recite it to the master yourself!"

Jiang Yao was slightly embarrassed on the side, as if his junior sister wanted to refute him in front of the little junior brother, and he broke up with He Lan'er immediately.

At this moment, Gu Nanyun looked at the two senior brothers and sisters who were older than him arguing, and made him giggle, but he didn't know how much he despised these two people in his heart, how they were more naïve than him!

Helan'er argued with reason, and in the end Jiang Yao said that she had to admit defeat, which is strange to say, ordinary people are red-faced when they quarrel and lose, but Jiang Yao's expression is very enjoyable.

At this time, Gu Nanyun stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of Helan'er's clothes, and he said seriously: "Master hasn't seen a figure in the past few days, senior sister, you can teach me swordsmanship!"

He Lan'er looked at Gu Nanyun's pitiful eyes, smiled coquettishly, and she shook her head and said, "This is the matter...... You have to take your time, and you have to have a gradual process. Besides, it's better for the master and his old man to teach you personally, if I teach you to learn, it won't be disobeying the master's orders!"

Then she continued: "In the future, Senior Brother and I will help you, you have to grow up quickly!"

At this time, Jiang Yao next to him interjected and said: "Little junior brother, I send the true law to be broad and profound, and the swordsmanship is even more unrivaled in the world, how many people dream of going up to the mountain to learn the arts." If you want to learn your skills well, you naturally need a good master!"

"Senior brother, are you talking about me, I can also teach my apprentice!" He Lan'er glared at Jiang Yao viciously and said.

When Jiang Yao heard this, he knew that something was wrong, so he hurriedly apologized: "Senior sister, don't misunderstand, I didn't mean that, don't think about it!"

"Humph!"

Helan'er ignored him.

On the other hand, Gu Nanyun's side also felt that what Senior Brother said was reasonable, he thought about it, and said with a wicked smile: "Thank you Senior Brother for mentioning something, Senior Sister, then I'll wait for Master to come back!"

Jiang Yao just said it casually, but he didn't expect that his little junior brother would agree with him, he pretended to be profound and said to Gu Nanyun: "Well, cultivation is not an easy task, junior brother, you have to stick to it, senior brother is optimistic about you!"

Helan'er glanced at Jiang Yao at this moment, and said in a somewhat playful tone: "Senior brother, I see that Xiaoyun's perseverance is very firm, don't underestimate our Xiaoyun! I think it took someone almost two or three months to memorize the rules and precepts back then, and Xiaoyun remembered them all in less than ten days, haha......"

Jiang Yaojun's face flushed, and he responded with an unnatural dry cough: "You can't get any better!"

"Hey, hey!"

He Lan'er said arrogantly with a pretty face: "That's also shorter than your time!"

In the end, Jiang Yao shrugged helplessly, turned his head, pretended not to hear anything, and had to pick up Gu Nanyun and walk in the direction of the front mountain.

Gu Nanyun looked at the other senior brothers and sisters in the martial arts arena, and a few of them looked over here and smiled and said hello!

After that, he looked at the disciples, and saw that their hands were pinching flower fingers, and there were words in their mouths. The long sword on his back was summoned, and he stepped on the sword body lightly, and the sword flew towards Lingyun Peak......

Looking at these senior brothers and sisters, ascending to the sky and the earth, soaring in the sky, Gu Nanyun had infinite fascination......

Yunhua Mountain, Feiyun Peak.

A peak stands proudly between the vast sea of clouds, the dangerous peaks stand tall, and the mountains are empty.

Muxian Pavilion, located in the middle of Feiyun Peak connected to Cangyun Peak, is a cliff on the left, a little farther away in front of the mountain, the water curtain hangs, turbulent and discharged.

On the right, you can see the distant peaks, which are stacked on top of each other, and here is the famous viewing platform of Feiyun Peak.

In the Muxian Pavilion, a woman in a bright green shirt sat in the pavilion, although she was middle-aged, her face was not reduced by half, her lips habitually brought a smile, her eyes were like autumn water, her skin was moist, and she looked elegant and gentle.

Behind her stood two young girls, with beautiful faces, who seemed to be her disciples.

And now, I saw that the woman stretched out her slender jade hand, stroked the piano and played, the sound of the piano was faint, floating in the valley and the forest, just listening to the sound of the piano, with a trace of resentment and gloom, like an infatuated woman waiting for the return of her longing lover, it actually made people feel a sense of heartache.

A white jade bridge spans from Cangyun Peak to Muxian Pavilion, and is long and curved, under the bridge is foggy, birds cross, from a distance to see, to say that it is a sky bridge.

On the other side of the bridge not far from Mu Xian Pavilion, a middle-aged man appeared at some point and where, and was slowly walking towards Mu Xian Pavilion, seeing that the man's expression was indifferent and hesitant.

His solemn eyes didn't seem to want to go this way, and when he got closer, this man was Song Beiluo of Lingyun Peak.

At this time, the woman in the pavilion noticed that someone was coming, and the gentle sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and she stopped her movements and stood up. A flash of joy flashed across her face. Turning to face the man not far away, she stared at her quietly with a pair of apricot eyes, for a long time, for a long time......

The two female disciples behind her quickly walked away in a playful manner, leaving only Song Beiluo and the woman in green clothes.

Song Beiluo looked at the woman in front of him, sighed slightly, and lowered his head to stop looking at her.

The woman in the pavilion said quietly: "Senior Brother Song, I haven't seen you for a long time......"

Song Beiluo slowly approached her, looking at her, his face was a little complicated, and then he became indifferent, he said, "You...... I've been feeling okay lately!"

The woman saw that there was no expression on his indifferent face, but he still did not change, and he was always smiling at her.

She stopped looking at him, turned her head and looked at the distant mountains and green forests in front of the pavilion, the sky was light and the wind was light, and she had no intention of enjoying such a pleasant scenery at the moment.

She said in a quiet voice: "Senior Brother Song came here today, didn't he just say hello?"

Song Beiluo's expression was about to stop talking, he thought for a while, and said: "I came to meet Master Xiao today, mainly to inform me that the Tianhui Cult has broken through the 'Yeming City' in Youzhou, and I happened to pass by here, so I ...... Come and have a look!"

The woman was silent for a while, she took a long breath, and said: "Now that the cult forces are in full swing, it won't be long before they will occupy the entire Youzhou, I don't know how many Youzhou righteous sects will be murdered, but unfortunately Moqin's body is declining day by day, and he can only survive in this deep mountain, and he can't do his best, so he is really ashamed of his ......!"

"Senior sister, it's all because of me, if it weren't for you......" Song Beiluo looked at the woman with a heartache on his face and said, his voice was now a little choked.

The woman in dark green clothes interrupted Song Beiluo's words: "Don't say it, Senior Brother Song, I don't blame you for the previous incident, without you, I would have fallen for the "Ice Spirit Gu Poison", so you don't have to blame yourself." ”

Song Beiluo's eyes flashed with a hint of pain, how many years have passed, he has always felt guilty about the woman in front of him, and what he does now cannot make up for his mistakes, even if he wants to die now, he will never give up.

The two stood for a long time, silent, and this moment was as long as torment......

At this time, Song Beiluo took out a bead the size of a night pearl from his arms, only to see that it was crystal clear, the scorching light inside burst out, and the surface was wrapped in a thin layer of light like the warm sun of March.

He spoke: "Senior sister, this is a 'bath bead' that I found in the 'Stirrup Mountain' in Zhongzhou some time ago, it has the effect of warding away the cold and protecting the body, and clearing away evil spirits.

After that, Song Beiluo stretched out his hand and handed the bead to the woman in front of him.

He also said to her: "I believe it is good for your body, as long as you carry it on your chest every day, it can help you recuperate and get twice the result with half the effort!"

The woman in dark green clothes took the bath beads in Song Beiluo's hand, and suddenly felt that her body was warm and comfortable, and her blood was smooth, so she immediately stuffed the beads into the chest of her clothes.

"This bead...... I can feel a slight change in my body, thank you Senior Brother Song!" the woman looked at Song Beiluo with a pair of hot eyes.

Song Beiluo didn't dare to look at her directly, for fear that he would accidentally fall into her bottomless eyes, so his heart was flustered, and he looked into the distance.

He said, "Uh...... It's not too early, I'll go back to Lingyun Peak earlier, you...... Rest early!"

After hearing Song Beiluo's words, the woman's face darkened a little, and the corners of her mouth nodded with a faint smile: "Hmm...... Senior Brother Song, you should be busy first!"

Song Beiluo retracted his gaze and glanced at the woman in front of him, nodded and didn't say anything, turned around and was about to leave.

"I don't know when we'll see each other again......" the woman said to him with some reluctance.

At this time, Song Beiluo's distant back paused, and he said without looking back: "Recently, the affairs in the Sword Sect have been busy, maybe it will go down the mountain for a few more months!"

In this way, the woman looked at the man in the silver robe in front of her and gradually drifted away, and all kinds of helplessness and worries piled up on her pale face, which was particularly miserable and inexplicably distressed at the moment, but the man who turned his back to her and went away would never see her like this.

It is said that this woman is Ji Moqin, the eldest disciple of Xiao Zhengyang, the head of Feiyun Peak, who has both ability and political integrity, and is even more outstanding in true swordsmanship, and has been loved and supported by all teachers.

It's a pity that eighteen years ago, during the battle of the Jiuyi Li Wu Clan, he was hit by the Li Liwu Clan's "Ice Spirit Gu Poison", according to legend, this Gu poison is the Li Wu Clan's supreme Yin to Cold Strange Poison.

The people in the Gu are integrated into the bloodline, and they are becoming more and more addicted to cultivation, and their bodies are cold and weak. Even the Taoist Dharma is mysterious, and the unfathomable head master Venerable Yuan Xuzhen is helpless.

During this period, there were also people who searched for famous teachers and strange people in various parts of Kyushu, but they did not find a good solution to this poison.

After Song Beiluo left, Ji Moqin was still standing in Muxian Pavilion, his thoughts fluttering......

At this time, a man who looked like a middle-aged disciple walked from behind her, he was dressed in a blue and black robe, and his appearance was average, and there was nothing special.

This person is the "Feiyun Sword Envoy" Fang Hou of Feiyun Peak, when he came to visit Ji Moqin, he saw that Song Beiluo had just left Muxian Pavilion, so he secretly hid aside and observed.

Ji Moqin had already noticed that the person who came was his junior brother Fang Hou, but he didn't react much and didn't look at him.

Fang Hou stepped forward and said, "Senior sister, did that person just come to see you, he hurt you so badly, he doesn't feel guilty, and he dares to come to visit you, I don't want to see him!"

I saw that he was a little angry, his face was red, and his eyes were full of jealousy and hatred. Although he wanted to fight for his senior sister and let out a bad breath, when he saw Ji Moqin looking at that person's eyebrows, he was really heartbroken and unhappy.

"Senior Brother Fang, don't mention this matter again, don't blame him! After so many years, I am also used to it. Besides, our division belongs to the same sect and fights the enemy together, no matter who was right and who was wrong back then, we should let it go. Ji Moqin replied lightly.

After Fang Hou heard her words, he calmed down a little, and said, "Senior sister, you are just too kind, what have you done to him for so many years! Can't he see it? If you want me to say that he just sees that your cultivation is completely lost, and he dislikes you!"

A touch of sadness flashed in Ji Moqin's eyes, and he said, "All along, I know that Senior Brother Fang thinks about me, and for this, Moqin is also very grateful!"

She closed her eyes slightly, sighed and said: "Maybe there is no possibility between me and him in this life, look at my declining body, I don't dare to have any extravagant hopes for him, I just hope that he can be safe, I am satisfied." ”

Fang Hou now felt that it was useless to say anything, from eighteen years ago to now, Senior Sister's attitude towards him was as good as ever, and there was no change in the slightest.

"Master, his old man has something to do with me, that senior sister is so resting, junior brother, I will take the first step and say goodbye!" Fang Hou left without looking back and disappeared from Ji Moqin's sight.

Lingyun Peak.

After Song Beiluo came back from Feiyun Peak, he came to his favorite place to be alone - Lingyuntai.

On the Lingyun platform, looking at the ups and downs of thousands of mountains and clouds, the vast sky is vast and thousands of weather.

Only by letting him look at these magnificent scenery will his mind calm and his depressed mood will improve!

At this time, an old voice came from the back: "Beiluo ......"

Song Beiluo hadn't come back to his senses yet, and when he looked sideways, he saw an old man with an old appearance, a somewhat thin body, and a blue robe walking over.

Song Beiluo hurriedly clasped his hands into fists, bent down and saluted: "Uncle Palm......"

Lu Junya smiled peacefully: "No need to be polite, you have worked hard in recent days!"

Song Beiluo said: "Uncle Shi, this is what Beiluo should do!"

"By the way, I don't know if Uncle Shi came here to talk to Beiluo about the Youzhou Tianyu Cult?"

Lu Junya looks very old, and it can be seen from his demeanor that he is powerless for many things, but in recent years, he has handed over the affairs of Lingyun Peak to Song Beiluo to take care of, and he has gone to Qing Xiu.

No, there is more gossip in the door, and the position of Lingyun Peak in the future must be Song Beiluo.

Although there are many elite disciples under Lu Junya, there are only a few Song Beiluo who can take care of the affairs of the door in an orderly manner, so Lu Junya is very optimistic about Song Beiluo.

Lu Junya nodded slightly and said with a smile: "I wanted to ask you today to learn about the situation of the Tianyu Cult, but the old man seems to see that you have other things on your mind!"

He continued: "Let's not talk about this matter for the time being, you can tell Uncle Shi about your feelings, maybe the old man can help you!"

Song Beiluo was a little flattered and hurriedly said: "Thanks to Uncle Shi's concern, Beiluo doesn't dare to make a mistake, this matter is naturally a trivial matter, don't bother Uncle Shi, you don't have to worry about it."

Lu Junya saw that he didn't want to talk to him, but he gave up, thought about it and said to him: "You go to Feiyun Peak today, you must have also met Master Moqin's nephew!"

"Hmm!"

Song Beiluo nodded silently.

Lu Junya sighed in his heart, and said faintly: "Moqin is a good woman, but it's a pity that the good years were ruined, are you still guilty about what happened back then?"

Song Beiluo still bowed his head and didn't say anything.

Looking at Lu Junya's old face full of the vicissitudes of time, his wise eyes flashed.

I only heard him say: "The ups and downs of the past, all the clouds and smoke of the past, the love is deep-rooted, even if it is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, how to be afraid of it, even if you have to sacrifice everything you have, you have no regrets." You owe her more than guilt, do you understand, Beiluo!"

Song Beiluo saluted Lu Junya again: "Thank you Uncle for your teachings, Beiluo is ashamed ......"

A gust of mountain breeze blows, the cool meaning suddenly arises, embedded in the rolling mountains on the horizon, it looks extraordinarily magnificent, reflecting the image of the majestic and sacred city.