The gray-robed old man took a leisurely walk with his hands, the dense forest under the Tianxiu Peak was like his own back garden for him, the old man's steps were extremely slow, but he was thousands of miles away between the steps and the ground, and it was the supreme method of shrinking the ground into inches.

A crystal long sword beside the old man did not leave an inch.

Yellow Mountain, Qingluan Peak.

The gray-robed old man found a rock that was rounded by the wind and rain and sat down, smiled and beckoned, signaling that Yuehong didn't have to fly so high, Yuehong's sword body buzzed, and fell lightly and lay on the old man's knees, the old man's face was quiet, and some rough palms rubbed the smooth and jade-like sword body.

The mountain wind blew, and the old man and the sword ebbed and flowed in the sea of clouds, and their thoughts drifted away.

Qingluan Peak of Huangshan was a holy place admired by sword cultivators all over the world hundreds of years ago.

It is said that one day hundreds of years ago, on the Qingluan Peak of Huangshan Mountain, there was suddenly a pillar of light condensed into black and black two colors of light through the heaven and earth, and the awe-inspiring and majestic sword intent that could be felt within a radius of thousands of miles pierced a hole in the top of the head.

The thunder of the Nine Heavens God is like rain, and the Qingluan Peak with beautiful mountains and rivers is unrecognizable.

The immortal sword cultivator on Qingluan Peak protected the tombstone engraved with the name of his beloved wife behind him, and the sword in his hand blocked all the heavenly divine thunder in front of him, and he did not retreat for half a step.

Three days later, there was a figure sword open the door of heaven and became an immortal, he stepped on the sky with a sword, and he was greeted by the colorful Furui auspicious clouds, but he turned back step by step, looking at the tombstone of his beloved wife on Qingluan Peak, his eyes were full of attachment and reluctance.

Not to mention whether the sword immortal who ascended to the sky in that step can leave any secret tips for future generations to enjoy the shade under the tree, that is, the sword immortal usually spits out a mouthful of phlegm, and may have hidden secrets about ascending immortals. The gate faction and the wealthy families in a radius of thousands of miles are eager to rush to this, and Qingluan Peak, which was originally full of people, has been in the limelight for a while in the past hundred years.

Qingluan Peak was almost split in half by the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, and the countless traces of the Sword Immortal's hundred years of solitary residence were all wiped out in the rolling thunder pool. An old woman in Qingyun Mountain who came with the sect team was a kind-hearted woman, and when she saw that the tombstone was smashed by the divine thunder, it turned into a gravel that was kicked around on the soles of the feet of the cultivators who were eager to find treasures, and she was angry.

The awe-inspiring old woman of Qingyun Mountain searched all over the entire Qingluan Peak, picked up the gravestone fragments that were broken by the divine thunder with her hands, and reassembled them into the complete appearance of the tombstone. The surface of the tombstone seems to be a little uneven when often touched, and I can only barely recognize that this tombstone is the sword immortal predecessor who opened the gate of heaven and went to the immortal for his beloved wife, and only the surname of the woman who failed to stay with the sword immortal predecessor for life on the tombstone is vaguely recognizable.

The woman's surname is Han.

Qingluan Peak has long since regained its appearance after several vicissitudes of life, but the tombstone of the sword fairy's beloved wife on that side is still standing, and for hundreds of years, Qingyun Mountain will send disciples every few years to clean up the entire peak and rebuild the tombstone, always continuing the little-known incense love of the year.

The old man recalled: "Thanks to the kindness of the old woman in Qingyun Mountain, the collapsed tree house on Qingluan Peak recorded the experience of the old friend's one-scale and half-claw moves was only obtained by Qingyun Mountain and his party, and then Qingyun Mountain completely sat on the second position of the Immortal Dao Alliance with those few unique earth-shattering swordsmanship. ”

The candle sighed, raised his palm and picked it up from the sword, shook his head and said slowly: "It's a pity that the severity of your damage is much worse than the old man's body, and the aura in the world is too thin after all, and there is no way to fundamentally repair you as before." ”

The candle couldn't help but sigh, his hundred-zhang divine dragon body was seriously injured after the tragic battle that could make the sun and the moon shine, and finally he was forced to tear the space and escape into the human world after endless pursuit.

After all, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and even if the dragon is deeply damaged, it is still not something that the human force can resist. The candle transformed into the appearance of a human race, and he was incognito and single-mindedly scavenged for all the heavy water in the human world that could repair his body. The hard work pays off, and a few years later, he entered Qingyun to seek a corner of peace for himself to recuperate, and all the Xuanzhong water in the human world is probably gathered in the thousand-foot-deep Qinglong Pond.

The light of the moon rainbow sword on the lap of the old man flickered, and there was a thick memory in the eyes of the candle, in the past, the old friend held this sword with the courage of ten thousand people, and the demons were afraid of him like a snake and scorpion.

The candle comforted Yuehong and said: "Although the spiritual power of the human world is thin, the sword-forging technique that the human race is proud of is prestigious, with Chang Xi's child's heart, when he is successful, he will definitely do everything possible to restore you, there is no doubt about it." ”

The light on the Rainbow Sword buzzed and flickered regularly, as if asking a question.

Candle smiled: "You ask me if the two of them can see each other in the future?"

The old man, who has gone through countless ups and downs, seems to be a rich man, and said with a hearty smile: "There is a difference between them in terms of cultivation and status, and the old man only knows that he must not be ambitious on the road of cultivation, as long as he can take every step steadily, they will naturally meet each other." ”

The old man's heartfelt words were listened to by Yuehong and were only regarded as casual perfunctory without nutrition, and in the face of the old friend's saber and sword spirit like a child's splashing temperament, the candle had to be helpless.

Feeling the meaning of life and death that is gradually flourishing under the Qinglong Pond thousands of miles away, the candle is more relieved on his face, laughs heartily, and the figure of the long sword on his lap is gradually illusory.

The gray-robed figure in front of him appeared without warning, Qinglan in the Qingyun Hall was shocked, and hurriedly put down the ancient books in his hand, and saluted the senior who broke the Qingyun Ten Thousand Swords in a snap of his fingers more than ten years ago.

He was one of the few people in Qingyun Mountain who knew the true identity of the old man back then, and the real dragon had been dormant for decades, and was he finally going to take action?

Although there are many etiquette rules in Qingyun Mountain, they are not pretentious, and the old antique who has lived for tens of thousands of years like the candle also feels comfortable and can't find any fault, and glanced at the Qingyun Mountain master who is admired by tens of millions of sword cultivators in the world, and said lightly: "It won't be long before the deity will leave Qingyun Mountain, I'm afraid I won't come back in this life." “

Qinglan's heart jumped, and without waiting for him to speak, the candle narrowed his eyes and continued: "It's just that the deity left Qingyun Mountain, and the one-third of an acre of land in Qinglong Pond under Xiufeng Peak that day was still not allowed to be moved according to the old rules. ”

The two sides had an appointment in advance, and even if Qinglan's cultivation realm was far inferior to the old man in front of him, he would inevitably be dissatisfied, but his heart was not at odds, and soon disappeared with the old man's few words of divine consciousness, and Mount Tai collapsed in front of the Qingyun Mountain Palm Sect, and his heart was shocked, and he didn't even know when the old man would leave.

Let Yuehong fly back to Qinglong Pond on her own, walk out of the temple gate and look up at the northwest, and suddenly said to herself: "I lend you twenty years of enlightenment, and benevolence and righteousness have been exhausted." ”

The gray-robed old man chuckled, and walked up to the sky, above the sea of clouds, the wind and clouds changed in an instant, and the sky was thunderous, and there were hundreds of golden phantoms covering the sky and the sun but they were incomparably magnificent, and the golden phantoms swam across the sky to the northwest.

On that day, according to the historical records of the Immortal Dao League in later generations, there was a hundred zhang golden dragon soaring into Kunlun through the clouds. Respected as the head of the five sects on the Immortal Dao Alliance, with the power of one sect to resist the fierce demon clan outside the northern border, known as the towering Kunlun of the human race's most solid barrier.

Defeat without a fight.