In the clear sky, there are a few white clouds, a few soft rays of sunlight, and a slight breeze to soothe some toiling people, the slight wounds in their hearts, and the marks of time and slight pain.

The mist-filled mountain, endless, ups and downs, ravines coexist in beauty, handsome and peaks coexist, a small village surrounded by beautiful mountains and clear waters, green trees, surrounded by small villages, three wooden doors, wooden walls and wooden windows, on the straw mat paved with wood, a delicate young man, the bridge of the nose is pointed, the lips are thin, a shabby cotton quilt is thrown aside at will, the sound of calm breathing can be heard clearly, the chest is high and low and the breath of breathing, regular and natural.

After a long time, the young man blinked his eyes a few times, and slowly opened a small slit slightly, the slitted eyes were like two black holes, pitch black, and the truth and vicissitudes that flashed from time to time in indifference and ruthlessness were more obvious.

When the eyes opened, the darkness engulfed all the colors of the earth, and a few soft moonlight and starlight seeped through the cracks in the doors and the white paper attached to the windows, adding a little misty color to the whole room.

The young man stood up, snorted, clenched his hands into fists, and used all his strength to slowly raise it towards the top of his head. After slowly putting it down, he stretched out.

A pitch-black hair casually falls on his shoulders and back, a night-colored robe and top, and black boots, casual and natural, clean and neat. Walked over to a wooden table and lit the oil lamp on top of it

The young man looked at the bronze ancient sword hanging on the wall not far in front of him, three feet six inches long and one and a half inches wide. The hilt of the sword is engraved with the two ancient seal characters of "Qingsuo" and the seven red and green gems on the scabbard are slightly glowing, staring at it for a long time, sighing,

The young man slowly raised his right hand at the waist and abdomen, above the belt, gently grasped it, and slowly stretched it outward, a soft long sword as slender as a steel wire, the color of fire ash, three feet long, a little luster could not flash, the tip of the sword fell naturally, just touching the ground.

Slowly raised and chested, began to dance gently, soft and beautiful coexist, but very slow, very slow, but it can't help but make people addicted to it, so I want to contain a lot of profound Tao and truth.

An old man with a ravine-like face, cloudy eyes, no more than five feet tall, and an iron pot on his back pushed open the two leaky wooden doors, and then gently closed, looking at the young man in front of him practicing the sword, motionless, in his turbid eyes, but from time to time flashed, reluctant, difficult to be too entangled.

After nearly an hour, the young man slowly stopped, his face not red, and he was not panting.

The old man said in his mouth, "The young master's sword is slower."

The boy's hoarse and magnetic voice sounded softly, "Slow"?

A living life, one sword of mine is enough to make him die.

A dynasty at its peak, my sword is enough to turn it upside down.

It is easy to die, but it is impossible to be resurrected.

It's easy to subvert, but it's a long, long time to be prosperous."

"It's still not slow enough."

Zhigobo, when will I be able to hang my sword on the wall like my master! But Chengying knows that it is not the master's sword hanging on the wall, right?

The young man put the soft sword back into his belt, walked to a wooden table in front of the wall, and picked up a brush hanging on an antique pen stand with a length and width of a foot, and opened a brand new white bula on the wooden table.

It was written, "The people dagger ten dynasties up and down for thousands of years, the night concealed everything related to the truth, the largest civil organization of the ten dynasties, the "rivers and lakes" has no historical records, but the folk have always circulated its legends, some things can not be concealed, but still trying to conceal it, but there are still traces to follow in the clues, will no one really find out? If it is the largest civil society, can be immortal for thousands of years, how can there be no organization and leadership people, who is in charge of all this?

From the beginning of the Blind Dynasty, there was a mountain villa among the people, "Famous Sword Villa", but the Famous Sword Villa gradually disappeared in the long river of history, but there are still several famous swords, such as "Xuanyuan, Zhanlu, Chixiao, Tai'a, Seven Star Longyuan, Ganjiang, Mo Ye, Fish Intestine, Chunjun, Chengying." ”。

What is the connection between the rivers and lakes, the famous sword, and the famous sword villa?

Now this folk group is called "Night", and I am the young master of "Tibetan Sword Villa", "Chengying", how long can I go through the rise and fall of the prosperous era. Will it be submerged in the long river of history in the future, or will it be changed to "black" in the future, black and white alternately, natural and balanced, dark night, why most people are always asleep.

Suddenly, a few drops of red blood fell on the snow-white white cloth, like a few red roses, natural and harmonious, it was so beautiful and moving, the young man looked at the tip of the sword in front of his abdomen, and gently wiped the blood on his lips with the fingers of his left hand, and said, "Why do you want to do this?"

Hehe, you don't need to say it, Chengying understood, I didn't expect him to take this step, but it was reasonable, did he let you do it?

Does he want the sword "Qingsuo"?Or does he want Seiying's life, he'll be here soon!

The sword can not only hurt others, but it can also hurt oneself.

Chengying doesn't blame you, how about going with Chengying to the place where the sword is buried?

The shadow is on a wooden brick on the wall, and it is gently pressed.

In the corners, several gray floor tiles are bent into the wall.

A passage three feet long and three feet wide appeared there.

The stairs made of Aoki one step at a time stretched downward, and I don't know how far.

Chengying walked down with a short sword that had just pierced through his abdomen and Wu Bo.

Drops of blood flowed from the stairs.

Wu Bo, this sword is a "fish intestine sword".

Childe, I'm sorry, Wu Bo watched you grow up.

I don't want to watch your brothers kill each other, and I don't want to get in the way of Gober's affairs.

But you shouldn't have let Zhigober's granddaughter come and live here for three years.

Hey, when I came here, I was already in the rivers and lakes.

Soon after, they came to an empty underground cave hall.

Zhigobo walked towards the wall, and after a while, several torches on the wall emitted a faint light.

Chengying looked at the "Land of Sealing the Sword" engraved on a wooden tablet in front of him, four big characters.

With a broken plaque placed next to the wooden tablet, the three words that are faintly visible, "Famous Sword Mountain", behind it, have disappeared.

After a long time, they came to a small hill with a radius of 100 meters, and dense long swords were stuck all over the small hill.

Some are still glowing with a cold glow, crystal clear.

Some are speckled and rusty.

In some cases, only the hilt of a sword remains, telling of its existence.

After watching for a long time, I walked to the back and saw several huge lone stone monuments.

When I came to the first stele and looked at it, I looked at the three big characters of "Xuanyuan Sword" on the top of the stele.

Written underneath is dense small characters, this sword is made of the bronze of the gods, a gold-colored thousand-year-old sword.

The sword body is engraved with the sun, moon and stars on one side, and the mountains, rivers and plants on the other, and the hilt of the sword is written on the art of farming and animal husbandry, and on the other side is the policy of unifying the four seas.

Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor's sword that defeated Chi You contains infinite power, which is a sword that kills demons and destroys demons.

This sword was passed on to Xia Yu, and he made great contributions and established the country with this.

Hundreds of years later, the Xia Dynasty monarch had no way, and this sword was obtained by Shang Tang, who took the world with this sword and established a new kingdom - the Shang Dynasty again. Finally, turmoil also began in the late Shang Dynasty, and this holy Dao divine sword was nowhere to be found.

But is it here?

Chengying continued to move forward, and came to the next huge upper part, engraved with three big characters "Chengying Sword" one by one.

In front of the wooden tablet below, which was empty, after a long time.

Not only fell into deep memories.