-- Two years later --

Time flies by in a blink of an eye, and another two years have passed.

The empty mountains show the birds, and the nectar shines through the morning light. On the top of this cloud, on the top of the 10,000-year-old giant tree, a young man stands leisurely. Break through the sea of clouds here, above the nine heavens, and reach out to pick up the stars. At a glance, I only feel that the sky is washed into the sky, and the blue is deep, which makes people feel small.

A gust of wind is coming, and a wisp of green silk is like a willow in March, fluttering with the wind. Just under this long flowing hair, there is a pair of extremely determined eyes. It is like a ten-mile cold pool, slightly revealing a trace of cold, and like a starry sky, revealing ten thousand streamers. The boy gently closed his eyes and enjoyed the beautiful sunrise.

Suddenly, his arms opened, and his body naturally fell to a sea of clouds under his feet. I saw that under the blue sky, above the white clouds, a blue flash quickly flashed down. In the blue sky, swoop down into the sea of clouds. Surrounded by clouds, gentle as water, but a gap was torn open by the rapidly falling teenager. When the clouds fell, a few light clouds were forcibly dragged out.

As the speed became faster and faster, the placket of the boy's clothes made a loud "whoosh" sound in the howling wind. Just when the giant tree was halfway up, he suddenly turned in the air, put his feet on the trunk of the tree, and ran up on the tree, like a soaring eagle. It is almost impossible for mortals to forcibly change their position and run between the giant trees in the midst of a high-speed fall.

And as soon as the man bent his knees, he landed safely in the world of the trees.

"Master, the way of the sword you said lies in parting. For two years, I have been searching hard, but I have never been able to understand it. ”

The green mountains are still the same, and things are not people. Monsoon sat in front of the grave, staring at the tombstone blankly, as if he saw him, and suddenly felt a trace of sadness.

"Today is my birthday, and I suddenly remembered my parents, so I went back to my hometown first. I'll see you another day. After sprinkling a bowl of wine, Monsoon pulled out the sword in his hand, stroked it with two fingers, and looked at things and thought about people. Suddenly he turned around, and with the sound of a sword, his feet kicked violently. A huge crack appeared in the ground. Man has soared between heaven and earth and disappeared.

Monsoon walked through a patch of yellow sand to the place where he once lived. There are his parents, relatives, and friends here. Although it is no longer there, revisiting the old place can still bring back a good memory.

——Little Stone Bridge——

The village is gone, and the small stone bridge is only ruined. But the brook was still clear and still flowing into the distance. Dragonflies fly by, tapping the surface of the river. The water ripples spread out slightly, reflecting the sunrise in the sky, and you can vaguely see the remnants of the bridge here, as well as the piers standing at one end, shining golden in the sunlight.

Monsoon remembered again how harmonious it was to sit on the bridge with friends in the past, fishing and playing. But now, he is alone, sitting on this broken bridge, and his heart is very desolate.

"It's been two years since I followed you. Coming here every year, can't you let go?"

A gentle voice rang in Monsoon's ears. He took out the iron plaque in his arms, and the lotus flower on it was shining with a strange light. And this sound also came from above.

"Divine Lotus, Divine Lotus. The joys and sorrows of the world are gathered and dispersed, and life and death are parted, how can we see through them. Ji Feng stroked the iron card in his hand, and there was a trace of sadness in his words.

As always, feet ripple in the water. It still feels cold. But the heart can't feel the original refreshment. Because the people on the bridge no longer exist.

This is where he was born and has his fondest memories. Whenever I come here, I feel the scene and refuse to leave. I sat there until the evening, and a few birdsongs came to mind in the air. Only then did I look up at the sky and know the sky.

"Let's go, it's time to go back. Tomorrow is the World Martial Arts Meeting, let's go back and prepare early!"

"The World Martial Arts Association, what does it have to do with me?" Ji Feng lowered his head, watching the water flow under his feet ease, and several small fish playing and chasing each other underwater, his heart calmed down a lot.

"Urging me again, I won't take you out next time. Monsoon flicked the iron card with his index finger, made a "bang" sound, put it in his arms, and turned away.

"Oops, it hurts!"

At sunset, a figure was dragged to the ground and finally disappeared to the ground.

——The World Martial Arts——

The once-in-a-decade World Martial Arts Meeting is finally about to begin. However, Monsoon is still just a buddy, setting up the competition stage, purchasing the audience seats, and taking care of trivial chores.

Two years ago, at the mercy of Yue Shanchuan, Monsoon entered the finals. Not only lost the game, but also lost dignity. He wanted to get it all back, but he didn't even qualify for the quarterfinals.

He glanced at the mountains and rivers above the high platform from a distance. At this moment he was standing there in a posture of contempt for all things. His eyes swept around, his face was cold and proud.

Yue Shanchuan also glanced to this side, his eyes full of disdain and contempt. Monsoon clenched his fists suddenly, but slowly let go. Over the years, he has also seen the progress of Yue Shanchuan. And what point can he compare with him?

One is the pride of the sky, and the other is inactive. Even Monsoon himself began to think that maybe this was fate. Mortals can't resist, so they have to accept it silently.

But deep down, there is always a trace of longing. Perhaps, one day, I will be able to become stronger. He wants to defeat Yue Shanchuan, he wants to prove that he is not a coward, and he wants to get back everything he lost.

But reality told him that it would eventually become nothing.

The World Martial Arts Conference was held in the Sihaizhuang martial arts training ground. The ring is in the middle, and there are spectators on all sides. Yue Haizhuo, the leader of the alliance, sat in the northernmost side, and Xiao Lanyu sat beside him. Come to think of it, Xiao Lanyu, as a sword saint, still has some weight in the World Alliance.

The opponent decision mechanism is determined by drawing lots. There are 1,000 and 24 lots, 512 numbers, the numbers determine the order of appearance, and each number has a total of two lots. People with the same number are opponents.

The monsoon had just finished and rested on a large tree a hundred feet away. There was a sea of people around the ring, and it was overwhelming. But at this height, you can still see the situation in the ring clearly.

On the field, Moguiyuan - Gong Yice, against Wuyu Pavilion - Zhou Xinmeng. Gong Yice holds a folding fan in one hand and bears it behind him with the other, he is young, but he has a lot of demeanor. I saw him fold the fan, put it behind his back, and with the palm of his other hand facing up, he slowly put on a humble posture and said, "Please!"

Zhou Xinmeng arched his hand, and also said "Please!" Immediately, he gathered his true qi and used a trick of "cold ice and rain" A cold air instantly filled the ring. Everyone shivered coldly, and there were countless sighs in their mouths. Even the hot tea in the cup instantly turned into an ice cube.

"Introduce the qi of the dantian, and pour water, yinjiao, perineum and other acupuncture points. It produces extreme yin qi, which quickly lowers the temperature of the whole body, thereby condensing the moisture in the air and forming crushed ice. Such self-harm, if it is not a pure yin body, is tantamount to self-destruction. ”

Gong Yice saw the other party's move, but he didn't panic, just fanned the folding fan in his hand, as if he was outside the ring. Seeing that the opponent's move was successful, he gathered his energy in the fan and waved it forward. A strong gust of wind was formed, blowing all the broken ice back.