Why, your uncle, this sad voice echoed in the ethereal immortal mountain. The sorrow is irrepressible, the tears are hard to stop, who said that the man has tears and does not flick, it is only because he has not reached the sad place!

Time passed quietly, Mo Fan was disdainful of the immortal resort in front of him, no matter how precious the treasure was, could he exchange it for Lao Li? Obviously, this was just an unrealistic delusion, if he had known that this was the case, he would not have been willing to go to the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion if he had been killed, but what was the point of regretting it now?

A person who can't be called, a dream that can't be realized, a revenge that can't be avenged, a road that can't be walked together, a thought becomes a forever secret. The past can never go back, Mo Fan's heart is full of grief and reluctance. Everything is irretrievable, whether to blame the tricks of fate, or to blame your own incompetence, or to blame yourself for not knowing how to cherish in the past!

The oath of holding the sword and swearing that day is still vague in my ears, I don't want to bear the unwillingness of being powerless, and I don't want to regret the loss anymore, but now I have to watch the people around me leave but can't do anything, it turns out that all this is a joke.

What is Karma?

What is Destiny?

The weak are played with by fate, and their inability to change it naturally becomes fate; the strong control their own destiny, and the so-called fate is used to break it.

Since everything is irreparable, then we can only bear everything silently, and at the same time remind ourselves with pain that only by becoming stronger and stronger again can we not go through such despair.

Helpless?

Unwilling?

Bear it first!

The clouds changed, day and night alternated, the night passed silently, and quietly saw a touch of the sunset, Mo Fan's heartache gradually disappeared, and he was no longer attached to the lost past. He comforted himself in his heart, "Lao Li, as long as I still have you in my heart, you will always be with me." ”

It doesn't matter if you deceive yourself or you can't recognize the reality, as long as you can make yourself less sad, what's the harm in deceiving yourself. The days to come have to go on, the dreams of the ancestors still need someone to take over, how can they sink!

After tidying up his demeanor, Mo Fan looked up at the Cang Mang Immortal Mountain in the distance and chuckled, "Goodbye, Lao Li!

Two goodbyes, indicating that Mo Fan is about to face life with a new attitude, striding out, proud, and the awe-inspiring swordsman is back.

Focus on the real Tianyi Peak in front of you, stand tall from the ground and clouds, enter the eyes are full of flowers, birds and flowers, birds and beasts chase each other and play, a peaceful scene. Not far away, the waterfall pours like snowflakes, the river water is crystal clear, and the swimming fish at the bottom of the river swim happily, looking carefree.

It is the setting sun in the west, the twilight is getting thicker, the wind blows the green waves, and the red glow reflects the recklessness. Mo Fan picked a few spiritual fruits in the mountains, washed and ate them, and then began to practice, sitting upright like a clock, his eyes were lightly closed, concentrating and calming around the sky, quietly entering the meditation to the point that he forgot about things and me, and his expression was peaceful.

Quietly overnight, the ups and downs in Mo Fan's heart completely calmed down, and he got up the mountain to undertake his own destiny.

At the top of the peak, the clouds and mist are shrouded, and there are twenty-three stone tablets across it, which is the true inheritance of Tianyi Peak, and it is also the last trace of the twenty-three heroes left in this world. The sword marks on the weather-beaten stone tablet were staggered, spotted with moss, Mo Fan felt the hidden immortal sword intent in it, and admired it in his heart.

Respectfully and piously kneel on the ground and bow three times, one to worship the ancestors, two to respect the predecessors, and three to inherit the mandate of heaven. After three worships, Mo Fan's sharp edges and corners seem to be a little more mature, and he seems to have a little more courage to take on the temperament.

What is a sword?

Why the sword?

Mo Fan's heart suddenly sounded these two questions, and at the same time, the scenery in front of him was also abrupt, and it turned out to be an endless sea as far as the eye could see, the sea water was clear and transparent without a trace of impurities, and the microwaves rippled with the wind, and countless swords of various colors also fluctuated with the waves.

Reaching out and picking up a sword, when he went out to sea, he turned into seawater and returned to nothingness, Mo Fan chuckled and laughed funny, and the question just now sounded in his heart again.

"Damn, there are so many tricks, hehe!"

Mo Fan laughed and scolded in his heart, curled a strand of his hair with his fingers, and said proudly with an evil smile, "The metaphysical is the way, the metaphysical is the instrument, the sword, the instrument, the instrument is the Tao." The Tao is in one heart, my heart is the Tao, and I defend the Tao with a sword, and I have no regrets. ”

As soon as the words fell, the calm sea suddenly rippled, the immortal sword intent was earth-shattering, and ten thousand swords rushed to the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it merged into a giant sword across the sky, the sword intent was unparalleled, and the oppression was unprecedented.

"Let's make a life!" The mysterious voice remembered Mo Fan's heart again.

"So easy?"

Mo Fan chuckled, and then said with a straight face, "All the seniors sacrificed their lives to protect the common people, and they must do their best after death. This sword should be named 'Compassion Sword'! Compassion Sword, the blade of slaughtering gods and demons, the sword of compassion for people, the direction of the sword, there is no regret, and there is no evil!"

The sword roared, as if in response to Mo Fan's oath, and the giant sword broke through the sky and turned over, returning to reality in the blink of an eye. The quaint three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, the sword blade glowing with cold light reflected Mo Fan's righteous face, indicating that all this was not a dream.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Mo Fan seemed to see Lao Li's vague figure on the blade of the sword, but after a closer look, he didn't find anything. The sword pointed at the sky, the cold light reflected the mountains and rivers, Mo Fan seemed to have an illusion in front of his eyes again, and the figures of the twenty-three great banks loomed in the sunlight, and when he took a closer look, there was nothing.