The sunset smoke covers the distant mountains in the twilight, the lonely shadow of the small building outside the mountain is full of maple leaves, the fog lock heart is still not spreading, and the ethereal red note wants to support the northern goose. Homesick people go away, rivers and lakes swordsmen wander the world, and Fang Xin secretly promises that the two of them will be on their own side. There are too many helplessness and worries every day. Flowers are not red for a hundred days, everyone is scattered, joy is always short-lived, and only loneliness accompanies a lifetime. The fog that had accumulated in Youzhou City for many years dissipated and the sun was seen again. It's like a lifetime away. Butterflies flapped their wings in this corner of the rivers and lakes, setting off a huge storm in the entire rivers and lakes.

The current Youzhou City is already the sphere of influence of the Blood Feather Alliance, since the Ghost Gate Pass was destroyed and thousands of acres of beautiful land turned into scorched earth, the people of the Blood Feather Alliance have brought their congregations and some of the strange treasures left behind back to the Netherworld Mountain, and for a while, the momentum of the Blood Feather Alliance has directly grown unprecedentedly. Countless people in the rivers and lakes rushed to tell each other, and the merchant pawns even regarded this matter as a talking point after dinner, and the name of the White Tiger Hall of the Blood Feather Alliance was also widely spread in the rivers and lakes. Fame.

Ten Thousand Swords Villa.

In a cliff Jedi, there is a uniquely decorated courtyard. Under the cliff is the abyss, standing on the edge of the cliff can also see the sea of clouds rolling, the edge of the cliff is a vigorous pine and cypress like a dragon, a few years ago was thundered off half of the body, now it is a dead wood spring, the rise is better than before. There is a stone table under the pine and cypress trees, and the top is smooth as a mirror, as if it is often used. Inside the courtyard is an elegant pavilion, and at the entrance there is a stone sword carved from a huge stone, which is a man high. The breeze is at your feet, the sun is above, the clouds are rolling and disappearing, and you can listen to the sound of flowers falling.

This place is the forbidden place of the Ten Thousand Law Sword Sect, and it is a place where the sect master will only come in on weekdays, and there are two people sitting under the vigorous pine and cypress at this time. A pot of tea was billowing with green smoke, and Wan Jian was sitting precariously, staring at the tea in front of him and not knowing what was going on in his heart. On the other side is an old man, his hair is like snow, meticulously combed behind his hair, his skin is shriveled and wrinkled, but his eyes seem to be able to see through everything, deep and full of wisdom.

The two of them did not speak, but sat quietly. I don't know how long later, the old man took a sip of the teacup, looked into the depths of the sea of clouds and said. "Do you know what's in the depths of this sea of clouds?" Wan Jian grew up in this place since he was a child, practicing swords. Looking at the sea of clouds every day, the sunrise and the sea of clouds are red like fire, and the sunset sea is like autumn leaves, and he has never seen anything in the depths of the sea of clouds for decades, and he has not thought about it specifically. was asked by the old man, and looked at the old man with doubts.

"When you don't pay attention to this question, you don't care what is in this sea of clouds, and when this question is raised, you want to know. In fact, there is nothing in this sea of clouds, and below is an abyss of nothingness, and it is said that a man jumped from here to verify this fact. In the end, I don't know if it was sealed or not, but the person never came back. The old man paused and seemed to think of something, that disciple with outstanding talent, a genius rarely seen in hundreds of years, because of everyone's doubts, he threw his body into this vast sea of clouds. Even so, this sea of clouds is still the same cloudy, and it has not been interrupted for hundreds of years.

"I know what your problem is, did the original teaching create a bloodthirsty demon. The circumstances of life are often like this, unpredictable and unknown, and because of this, as the spirit of all things, people live wonderfully, thousands of sentient beings, thousands of encounters, created this river and lake. When you were caught by someone at the beginning, you exchanged a edification for a creation, which can be regarded as a little twist and turn in your life. It's like you don't know what's in the sea of clouds, and I don't want to if I don't ask. If you don't ask yourself, do you care about the outcome?"

After listening to the old man's words, Wan Jian's brows finally opened, and at that moment, his aura changed slightly, and his sword heart became transparent. That year, that month, that boy. A short sword, a delicate sword heart. Slowly dissipate in my mind. When he opened his eyes again, his momentum was restrained, if he said that Wanjian was a sword before, and his edge was exposed, at this time he was like a sheath, graceful and restrained.

The old man looked at his proud disciple with satisfaction, a person like him who had lived for hundreds of years, saw through the red dust, did not like things or feel sorry for himself, and his descendants turned into a handful of loess. However, his teachings made the man in front of him become the sect master of the Ten Thousand Law Sword Sect. At this moment, I was looking forward to how far he could go in the future. Nodding kindly, he continued to ask, "Do you still know what is in the depths of the sea of clouds?"

Wan Jian took a sip of tea and said slowly. "Nothing!"

The top of Mount Tai

There is a group of majestic buildings that sit like a heavenly court on top of the clouds. The architecture here is luxurious and majestic, and it is endless. Mount Tai is located in Chongshu, which is the state where present-day Kyoto is located. The buildings on Mount Tai are all palaces built by emperors in the past dynasties, and this place also has a very important role is that every year on the winter solstice, a ceremony will be held in Kyoto to worship the heavens, in order to be the son of heaven. And every three years there will be a big sacrifice, when the emperor will bring cultural relics to the heavens. This is a great test for the civil officials who are powerless, and this complex is used for the festival of heavenly sacrifices.

There is still a month or so from the triennial ceremony of sacrificing heaven and sealing Zen, at this time Mount Tai is already crowded, this is the only moment to see the emperor for the people of Pingtou, so many people come back to the top of Mount Tai to watch the ceremony, the top of Mount Tai is divided into two parts, one of which is used by the royal family, a special cableway, a special stone step up the mountain. There is also a special temple for them to rest. The other part is civilian, and the two do not interfere with each other. Each intersection is guarded by a special person to prevent Xiaoxiao from getting mixed in. Only at the beginning of the ceremony were the people allowed to walk to the viewing platform, when the people were closest to the emperor.

Because Emperor Jing was injured before, the last time he sacrificed to heaven was when he had just ascended the throne, when the world was unified, and the grand ceremony was unprecedented. It has been seventeen years since the last injury, and even if Emperor Prospect has just recovered from his injury, no one has mentioned it in the past ten years. At the beginning of this year, Taiwei mentioned it again, and Emperor Jing immediately agreed. It's been more than half a year since I was ready, and this time it's a little different from usual.

Because most of the gangs in the rivers and lakes today have been registered in the imperial court, this festival also widely distributed hero posts, as long as there are heads and faces in the rivers and lakes, they will be invited, regardless of the right and the devil, they are invited to the mountain to watch the ceremony.

It is precisely because of this that many people and people think that this is a rare festival and wait here early. Even if there is still a month before the ceremony, there is no place to live in the civil area at the top of Mount Tai.

Kyoto Van House

The young man was writing something in the study, and a man in an official uniform was standing next to Fan Hong with a pamphlet.

"Have you been notified in place?" Fan Hong said without stopping the brush in his hand.

"Back to my lord, the rivers and lakes have been notified, and the officials and governors of various state capitals have also been notified. The man next to him replied respectfully.

"Okay, so how did they reply, who came?" Fan Hong continued

"Among the various state capitals, except for the King of Xiliangliang and the King of Yuezhou, who said that it was difficult to withdraw from military affairs, and by the way, except for Youzhou Mu, who had fallen into the cult and died recently, did not come, the rest of the people said that they would send people to come,"

"It's not uncommon for this King of Liang not to come, since even King Yue can't come back, it seems that the war in the south is not optimistic! You don't have to worry about the affairs of Youzhou, just leave it to Your Majesty! By the way, the people in the rivers and lakes

"The people in the rivers and lakes are eager to come to watch this grand ceremony, of course, this refers to those who do not have invitations, several of them said that they would send people to come, the Taiyi sect is Junjie Lu Ge in recent years, the Wanfa Sword Sect is Shu Nanjing, the Wanhua Temple sent people to come to the Ming Dynasty, and the person who led the team this time by Haotian Sect is Chang Yi. ”

"This is similar to what I thought, the rise of the younger generation is bound to let them see the world, stand up for themselves, and play majestic!"

"This is the news of a few righteous paths, and some of them belong to the Demon Sect, why did you invite them this time, and I didn't see them coming to register in the list of rivers and lakes?" The man was a little curious, not knowing why Fan Hong made such a choice.

Fan Hong continued to scold Fang Xuan on the paper, and said with a smile, "Firewood, you have been with me for so many years, and you are still an elm head, haha, I see that your firewood can't be used, you can't light it, because your brain is full of water!!" The firewood on the side was a little embarrassed, and his face was slightly red.

"Since we have invited the righteous way, of course we have to invite the devil way, otherwise how can we call them good and evil, if you only notify the orthodox church, those white-haired old men still think that we are on their side, and they don't pat their legs and applaud!" This time Chai Huo understood, and secretly admired Fan Hong's wisdom and means in his heart. Go on.

"The Demon Sect also agreed to come, the one who came from the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons was their poisonous son Murong Xiuyuan, and the one from the Yongle Sect was their young master Shangguan Shuo. The Blood Feather Alliance came this time to be the White Tiger Hall Master who has recently become famous, Blood One!" When Chai Huo said Blood One, the pen in Fan Hong's hand stopped, and then said with a smile, "He's here too, it's interesting and interesting!"

"By the way, there is also the Shura Palace, this time it is the Dharma Protector Shentu who leads the team"

"The Shura Hall is in decline, and there hasn't even been an outstanding disciple in these years, it seems that the last blow made them unable to slow down now!"

After Fan Hong finished speaking, he breathed a long sigh of relief, stopped the brush in his hand, held up the fine rice paper on the board, and nodded with satisfaction. Then he turned to the firewood and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Chai Huo looked at the ink painting in front of him with a flushed face, even if it was painted by Huangkou Xiaoer, it was much more wonderful than this. Qiang held back a smile, and his face was as red as the vermilion on the gate of the Fan Mansion.

"I don't know how to appreciate it!" After finishing speaking, Fan Hong carefully put it away and regarded it as a treasure.