The night has come, the clouds and mist are very thick, and the dense fog that does not disperse all year round is as lubricated and dense as milk, floating in the air.

Feng Qingyang stood on a stone staircase, standing in the lingering night mist, standing in the regrets of the past.

On the long "road to heaven", each stone staircase represents the hurdle he has crossed in his heart, and every step is the road he has walked in making up for his regrets. A total of 3,800 stone steps composed of the road of conscience has been two-thirds of the way he has walked, the moment he goes back, it is not a dream of nothingness, but an extremely real reality reappears in front of him, in the short twenty years of Feng Qingyang's previous life, his master is the person who has the greatest influence on his life, there is no one, the master taught him to practice the sword, but also taught him to be a man.

The heavy mental impact of regret makes one lose oneself and make him forget that he is climbing a mountain between steps.

The scenery around him changed, Feng Qingyang stopped, the hollow in the pupils gradually returned to normal, looking at the road of conscience that could still not be seen in front of him, the gaze seemed to capture a certain figure: "In my life, there is only a sword, and the sword is my heart." What else do you have to ask?"

Maybe it was because he had been stared at by the wind for a long time, or maybe he was impatient with the wind and why he didn't leave, and a desolate voice gradually sounded in the thick fog: "If your master taught you a knife, a gun, and a stick!"

"If I don't have a relationship with the sword, I won't meet the master at all, if I have a relationship with the master, how can I not teach me to learn the sword?"

"Then, what kind of sword is the sword you practice?"

"A clear conscience!"

In the thick fog, the desolate voice stopped, and after a while, a sigh sounded: "Do you have a clear conscience?"

Looking at the figure standing upright in the wind, the desolate voice murmured again: "The sword is a sharp weapon, but also a murderous weapon! Swordsmanship is a murderous trick, no matter how beautiful the language is used, it is always a fact! Your sword will not only hurt your enemies, but also yourself, and even, hurt the people who love you." Remember, remember!"

After speaking, the desolate voice drifted away, and the wind cleared the mountain road in front of him, as if it was brighter.

"Does it hurt someone who loves me?"

......

On the top of the snow-capped mountain, the elders of the Nine Sects looked at the figure hidden in the mist by the wind, and their eyes burst out with surprise.

"It's two thousand, it's a whole two thousand steps, this clear talent and will are so terrifying, far away from Wang Qifei and Xiao Xuefeng back then, is it possible that after five hundred years, my Nine Sects will have another genius who will reach the top of the 'Ascending Heaven Road'?"

"We still underestimate him. ”

"This kid's perseverance is beyond our imagination, I didn't expect him to succeed in making up for his regrets. ”

"The past is like smoke, how many people can forget the shortcomings of the past? How many of them can successfully make up for it?"

"You weren't aware of that kid's last burst of breath just now?"

"Although it is only a short moment, how can you not know the breath of sword intent?"

Invincible was still silent, as soon as that trace of sword intent appeared, he sensed it, but he was also a swordsman with a sword, and he could clearly feel a trace of heavy sadness from that sword intent breath, as if he was saying goodbye to his loved ones.

"Can he really make it to the top?"

......

On the other side of the mountain, the disciples of the Absolute Sword Sect were discussing excitedly, as if they were the ones who had climbed the 2,000-step stone slab stairs of the Path of Asking Hearts on the "Ascending Heaven Road".

"I'll go, this wind is so good, two thousand levels! It's a full two thousand, and Xiao Xuefeng, who has traveled the farthest way on the "Ascending to the Sky" a few years ago, is a thousand more!"

"Tut-tut, our little junior sister's vision is really tricky! We were still wondering if he would not be able to bear the fall halfway, but we didn't expect that such a serious injury could survive. ”

"That Wang Qifei is still hovering at more than a thousand levels, he is also very remarkable, and he also surpasses Xiao Xuefeng, but unfortunately there is a more dazzling Feng Qingyang. ”

Ying Hai was speechless with excitement at this moment, and his hand, which was originally clenched tightly, slowly relaxed.

......

The night was getting deeper, and the people at the bottom of the mountain couldn't see who was still on the "road to heaven". Most of the people who watched the trial of the "Ascending to the Sky" in front of the gate of Taibai Mountain have already left. However, the big figures of the martial arts family and the Nine Sects such as Nangong Yi and the Second Elder of the Taibai Sword Sect were still silently waiting for the final result. However, at this time, there were only two people left who were still moving on the "Ascending Road", and no matter how desperate the others were, they could only stay where they were.

However, the young generation who participated in the Nine Sects Trial did not leave, and after they could no longer move forward, they were sent down the mountain by the deacons and disciples arranged by the Nine Sects to receive treatment. They also looked at the mountain in silence, with very complicated expressions on their faces.

Nangong Yi looked at Nangong Ziyan, who was supported by the disciples of the Linglong Sect, looked at the look on her face that was suddenly lost, sighed, and said: "Yan'er, you go back and rest first, you have worked hard enough, fourth, there is nothing to see here, and now the only people above are Feng Qingyang and Wang Qifei, although Feng Qingyang is beyond everyone's imagination, but it is almost impossible to compete with Wang Qifei at this moment." ”

The female disciple of the Linglong Sect looked worriedly at the future junior sister she was supporting, she knew that the jade man in front of her had been so much on the "Ascending Heaven Road", although it looked fine now, but she knew that Nangong Ziyan was just holding on.

Nangong Ziyan shook his head, looked at the "Ascending Heaven Road" that was not clear in the night, and said faintly: "I want to see the result." ”

Suddenly, someone let out a suppressed exclamation.

The clouds in the night sky dissipated at some point, and the clouds on the mountainside also dispersed for a moment at that moment, and the faint light of the stars and moon sprinkled on the path of inquiry, actually shining those stone stairs clearly.

After only a very short time, the clouds and mist in the mountains gathered again, and the mountain path was once again tightly covered, and it was no longer possible to see what it looked like.

But in this moment, it was enough for many people to see two figures on the long stone staircase mountain road, one of them had already walked to the extremely high part of the mountain road, almost approaching the top of the mountain, and the figure behind was wandering with difficulty in the middle, and it was still very far from the end of the road of asking the heart.

The people under the mountain were very curious, the night was too dark, and they were far away, judging from the color of the clothes worn by Feng Qingyang and Wang Qifei, it was difficult to see who was leading the two for a while.

A voice carrying too many questions murmured: "Who is the leader between this Feng Qingyang and Wang Qifei?"