"If it weren't for the jade mountain, I would meet Yaotai under the moon. ”

The peaks of Kunlun Yuxu Mountain are undulating, the forest is deep and ancient, the scenery is beautiful, at the turn of spring and summer, the mountains are full of green trees and green trees, and the daylilies compete for the strange and beautiful, so that the Kunyu Mountain that rises from the Pamir Plateau is volleyed down, the mighty and mighty traverses the east and west for thousands of miles, and the charm is more victorious. Zen sounded, the sword was broken, and the shadow of the sun swept on the stump sleeve. The sound of cicadas flutters with the wind, the evening glow reflects the green leaves and the glow is still there, the treetops faintly tremble crackling, the broken sword cuts through the void, it is the wind knife that cuts off, and the frost flowers float all over the sleeves of the green shirt.

The sleeve drummed into the mountain wind, the broken sword flew like a page like a wave, Huai Qingling had an idea in his heart, waiting for the wind and the shock-stopping sword picked a leaf through the starry eyes, the cold cold was like a piercing eye, and he stood quietly with his eyes closed, and his lips and teeth moved lightly:

"Falling Flowers",

Brush away the fallen leaves and look

"Let's use it"

Referring to the frost with the broken sword, some of the names are vulgar and not handsome, he shook his head helplessly, and quietly listened to the sound of the cicada is old, which caused him to think a lot, and the memory of his childhood is like the song of cicadas in the sky, around him, chasing him, he vaguely remembers that winter, his father carried him lightly across the snow, and the footwork of stepping on the snow without a trace startled the stubborn young man, since then he has been convenient for this snow-capped mountain and green leaves as a companion, following his father said that a senior of the Kunxu faction is highly respected, like a sloppy and sloppy old man practicing martial arts together, I still remember that seven years ago at dusk turned to the wild mountain behind the house, under a laurel tree, approached, and saw a late old man sitting on the stone bench next to the laurel tree holding a book, saliva inadvertently flowed to the corner of the book, and before he could speak, the old man stood up, and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with his cuffs.

Serious says:

"You have been studying martial arts with me for eight years, and you can be my closed disciple. ”

Huai Qingling was stunned

"What"

The old man said solemnly:

"Are you willing to be my disciple who breaks the breeze and closes the door. ”

Huai Qingling smiled helplessly:

"Do I have a choice, Dad threw me in a place where this bird doesn't, and he doesn't want me anymore, and you won't let me go down the mountain, and I can't beat you. ”

The old man in the twilight put away the folded magazine,

"Bang" a chestnut,

"I'm taking good care of you for your dad"

Huai Qingling was speechless for a moment, and raised the sword breaking dao in his hand violently, when will I teach me the second move.

Broken Qingfeng smiled:

"Let's practice again"

Huai Qingling saw that the master's smile was unfathomable, and he didn't dare to ask more. For fear of another chestnut knocking down.

The morning light is like firewood, the stars are like rice, one trip after another, the mountains are still the same, the broken sword slowly grows mottled rust, Huai Qingling doesn't know what kind of person the master is, only knows that this is the Kunxu faction of Kunxu Mountain, only knows that this person is the master of the Kunxu faction, and he has not seen anyone except the master for fifteen years.

Four months later。。。。。。

"Master, please teach me the second form."

Broken Qingfeng snorted and said:

"If you are greedy and chew more, you will practice the first form first, and then I will break your dog's legs"

Huai Qingling became confused, and began to ponder this style of sword move repeatedly, repeatedly asked Broken Qingfeng to explain, and half a month later went to find Broken Qingfeng. Not yet spoken.

Broken Qingfeng's face sank, and he said sharply:

"Learning swordsmanship is the most aggressive, and if you want to be fast, you are currently practicing the method, whether it is the style or the momentum, you are familiar with it, but you have not obtained its spirit, you have it in your hands, and you don't have it in your heart. ”

Huai Qing Ling Road:

"Master, how can you get its gods?"

Breaking Qingfeng reluctantly closed the special magazine with the torn volume in the corner of the book, dozed off lazily, and paused:

"The effect of one-style swordsmanship is different when practiced in the early morning and at dusk."

Huai Qingling's heart sank, as if he had a clear understanding.

"Walking red dust, stepping on the landscape, obeying the morning and evening, crossing the clouds and sunny days, the frost and snow birds on the road, moving joy, anger and sorrow, asking the heaven and the earth to establish the heart, all of them are changing rapidly, and they should move at the right time, when you practice to such a point, it is really practiced into this style. ”

Say, sneak up on the drops of sweat from your forehead.

I felt more and more that the master who could open the corner of the magazine was unreliable, so I ignored the noisy thoughts, and began to bow my head and think deeply, as if I had a clear understanding in my heart, and then I thought about it and practiced again.

Flowers and birds peck to the cold rain and floating leaves, snow covered mountains to the river warm fish jump, three years later, when the sword has been secretly combined with the terrain of the sky, when the blade roars like thunder, when the sword is hot like the scorching sun, when the sword wind is cold, the heart is slow like the gossamer birds and beasts crying, and the sword light is like a red grass and trees when the mind is happy. He has never had combat experience, but he has already trained his sword intent to the realm of sword spirit.

I don't know when the broken breeze has drifted behind Huai Qingling, suddenly changed the appearance of the lazy and sloppy old man in the past, smiled slightly, and said:

"I'll teach you the second sword today, I'm optimistic"

The sudden Huai Qingling's vision was blurred, as if the heavens and the earth were in the fog, and the fog covered Zimo Hongchen, like covering the Pegasus Quick Sword, making him unable to see clearly. Huai Qingming looked more and more stupid, looking at the sword light swimming, such as the clouds flying and the moon surging on the top of Huashan at night, and if the immortal mountains and seas were yin in the waves and clouds, and like pear blossoms falling into autumn frost.

"Remember?"

"Master remembered," Huai Qingling said intoxicated.

Duan Wuya cleared his throat and said seriously:

"Qingling, you have been cultivating in this dragon's spine land for 13 years, tomorrow your senior brother will pick you up and go to the land of Kunxu, you should pack your luggage well."

Huai Qingling's eyes were red, and crystal tears hung in the corners of his eyes,

"Master, are you driving me down the mountain, or am I too stupid in my qualifications, and it took me 11 years to learn this sword?"

As he spoke, he fell to his knees with a pop, and looked directly at the ragged old man who had his back to him.

"I've taught everything that should be taught, when will you practice these two swords into one sword, you can't go anywhere in the world, I've been here for too long, it's time to go and go, you don't have to cook for me tomorrow morning"

After saying that, a faint phantom disappeared into the night sky.

The wind falls between the mountains and the sea, and suddenly it is like a boat breaking the waves, the vast ocean goes eastward, the top of the jade bead, and the old right hand of the wind purses the corners of his eyes,

"Hey, I can't accept the old man, I just walked so much, and the wind and sand were fascinated by the old man's eyes. ”

After speaking, he leisurely looked at the mountain peak in the distance when the cicadas were singing, bowed his head and said nothing.

And Huai Qingling sat down leaning against the laurel tree, the stars were swimming in the air, the moon shadow was chasing the autumn wind on the ground, and he fell asleep unconsciously. The cicada chirped and the tide gradually faded away, and Qing Ling, who was awakened by the nightmare, brushed his back that was dripping cold sweat with the residual dream, shook and stood up straight, and felt as if he had captured a trace of reckless sword intent of the new sword move from the strange dream, and when he thought about it again, his heart was blurred again. Trying to think about it for a while, he shook his head and walked into the thatched hut in a trance, and saw the moon under the moon in a trance, the beauty with long sleeves fluttering and dancing, and the strong man drew his sword and died. All kinds of verbal illusions with the master, hurried over, walked to his bed, and fell asleep again with the residual dream, the cicada chirped like a dream, like a sword roar.

In the early morning of the next day, Huai Qingling went down the mountain with his luggage on his back, picked up the broken Qingfeng that was rotten and rusty on the wall, and the morning light was like a layer of delicate thorns, scratching his face and neck, forcing him to go faster and farther and farther. He only felt that his body was as light as flying, and every step was almost like a bounce. In the green jungle, a young man in a green shirt greeted through the gap in the trees

He Xi Sunshine saw a figure standing tall and motionless from a distance, as if waiting for something.

Looking at the person in front of him, he touched the sword wrapped in the old cloth on his back with his backhand, and his heart was wide open, and he stopped and turned to Huai Qingling, who was slowly turning around and teary-eyed, and fixed his panicked thoughts.

"Young Master Qingling, you are here, your subordinate Qingfeng Wei Wu Rui"

Wen Xi's voice came from behind him.

Huai Qingling's heart was fluttering, but when he turned around, he saw a man who looked like a scholar, looking at the man who looked like a scholar in front of him, but when he saw that the other party was in his early thirties, his eyebrows were clear, and he was half-kneeling in a white scarf, which was indeed elegant and graceful.

Huai Qingling said lightly

"You are the one who took me to Kunxu"

His hand clasped tightly to the rusty broken sword wrapped in old cloth.

"It's the young master, the sect master has ordered me to wait here in a special way."

The middle-aged man raised his head and said neither humbly nor arrogantly, as if this matter was a great honor.

"Lead the way"

Wu Lu got up, and swept forward quickly in the clear and swaying tender grass, not seeing the morning light flashing diamond brilliance dew falling, the person had disappeared, Huai Qingling also followed quickly, his gait was slow and peculiar but like a sword flying out. Passing through the dense jungle, the river is wide, the egrets fly in the clear Yellow River, the cliffs and river streams are flying, and the neon light circle is refracted under the scorching sun. The two of them seldom spoke on the road, and the master and servant ate and rested, and the next day they came to the foot of the mountain, but they did not take many roads, but they chose the rugged little neck, and only went around the valley in half a day to a quiet valley. Qing Ling quietly followed Wu Rui, who stopped in front of him.

"That's it"

Wu Lu stopped and said quietly.

I saw a big hall that stands by the mountain with considerable momentum, the red wall and green tiles, the wall is towering into the clouds, covering the sky and the sun, the majestic Fangyu is magnificent, the height is staggered, the scales are one after another, looking at it from afar, it attracts people to worship, and it is close to see the "Kunxu faction" hanging above the vermilion lacquer gate The plaque, on both sides of the gate, a pair of majestic lions, on both sides are wearing white costumes, holding three feet of breeze and not moving, only to see Wu Li holding a black blue token, the vermilion gate clicked open, Qing Ling went straight in, about two hundred steps away, you can see the shadow of the attic, a low and wide building, the gate is closed, a small field is surrounded by all kinds of weapons and some stone locks.

The people in the martial arts arena saw that the two of them had put away their swords, bowed down, and said in unison:

"Greetings to His Royal Highness"

Huai Qingling looked at Wu Lu who looked like a scholar beside him at a loss, Wu Lu saw Huai Qingling's inquiring gaze, smiled dumbly, bowed to the martial arts field, signaled everyone to do their own thing, patiently explained to Huai Qingling on the side, and told Huai Qingling the reason why he came here.

"The sect master explained that within a year, you must wait for the seventh floor, and in the future, your food, clothing, housing and transportation will be in this rainy building."

After speaking, seeing that Huai Qingling was at a loss, he explained the origin of Yanyu Building.