The sea sings, laughs and asks the firmament, a lifetime of love, right or wrong?

The mountains are merciful, the earth is resentful, and he will live his whole life without complaining.

Cry or laugh, only blush and dry bones, drunk and singing.

The red dust wanders, looking for your mark, half a lifetime of aftersound, especially around the nine days.

A shout, I don't know the blue sky, sigh and sigh, shake my head and leave regrets.

I still remember you, you are affectionate, show and dance in the sky, bright eyes, clever smile,

But on the contrary, the golden wind and jade dew will accompany each other forever, and the three stone shadows will dance together.

Nai, Nai......

Once there, the red face was beautiful, like a shock,

But now, people go to the empty building, leaving no mercy,

After a while, the clouds and smoke turned into a barren land.

Yao Chi is empty, sigh and forget the river,

Those who can't get past are the next life, and those who can't wake up are the present life......

There is only three lives left on the stone, there is me without you.

Can't forget, can't forget,

That night was lingering and sorrowful, and that night was parting with sorrow......

I plan to get drunk with a crazy picture, get drunk in this life, and laugh at the next life.

Through the ages, he treats the beautiful woman alone, drinks and sings, and tears are in his eyes.

Riding a withered leaf, the vast sea walks alone,

The avenue is reincarnated, but you can't recognize your peerless face.

**Dance a sword, break the world,

Wake up drunk and pull a bow, tyranny.

Even if the way of heaven is confused and blocks my way, I also hope that you will not be lonely in the way of immortals!

It's a very tall mountain. The mountains are continuous, mighty and undulating, and this mountain is like a giant dragon soaring into the sky at the western end of the land of China. Although the mountain was high, there was no snow on the top of the mountain, not even wind, and only a huge temple was as silent as dirt.

There is no sunlight, not even a little bit of sunlight. The people who live in this mountain have never seen the sun. Because the summit of this mountain is shrouded in a thick cloud all year round, it is impartial and just blocks the sun's rays. Thunder, fire, and lightning were faintly visible in the clouds, as if a huge heavy thunder could be released at any time, and it would fall on this mountain, destroying it and dissipating it from the world.

This mountain is called Jilei Mountain.

Jilei Mountain is very famous, not only because of the clouds that cover the sky and the wonder of thunder and power surges, but more importantly, because of the large temple that is silent on the mountain. The whole of China knows that there are some amazing people living there. They can raise their hands to lead thunder and sprinkle rain; they can drive a fairy sword to come and go freely in the land of China; they can use the psychic weapons in their hands to suppress demons and destroy demons, and subdue traitors and defend the way; they have lived for a long time, and they can gallop between heaven and earth without worry...... These are the reasons why the world looks up to them. In the eyes of the world, these people are gods who can save all living beings, and they are immortals who should be worshipped, so everyone in the world calls them sword immortals.

Although the world calls them immortals, they are not actually immortals, they are a group of people, a group of people who are different from ordinary people, to be specific, they are a group of people who cultivate immortals.

Jilei Mountain Sword Pool, one of the best immortal cultivation sects in the world. Sect Master Xiao Bai is an immortal cultivator who is not born in this sect, since he took charge of the Sect Master of the Sword Drawing Pool of Jilei Mountain more than 100 years ago, he has been inspirational and energetic, with amazing perseverance, tenacity and his own superb strength, leading the Sword Sect of Jilei Mountain to become the top sect in this world, making the Sword Drawing Pool a holy place for cultivators. Since then, few people have called him by his real name anymore, and respectfully called him Xiao Sheng.

Xiao Sheng became famous, but he still continued to forge ahead in the practice of immortal paths, and practiced in retreat. After that, the duration of each retreat became longer and longer. Twenty-eight years have passed since this retreat, but Xiao Sheng has never broken through.

The affairs of the Sword Sect of Jilei Mountain Sword Pool have basically fallen on the shoulders of his second disciple, Yuan Zidao. There are a total of eight disciples under the Xiao Shengmen of the Sword Sect of the Sword Drawing Pond of Jilei Mountain, and the eldest disciple Mo Xiao has been obsessed with studying the sword technique and immortal path for many years, or retreating and cultivating in the Sword Drawing Pool, or subduing demons and eliminating demons in the world, and never asks about the miscellaneous affairs of the sect, and is nicknamed "Mo Xian Idiot". As a result, the affairs of this sect naturally fell on the shoulders of the second disciple Yuan Zidao.

Yuan Zidao was calm and sophisticated, and his talent in sect management was even higher than that of his teacher, which was the main reason why Xiao Sheng was so at ease in retreat. Yuan Zidao also did not live up to his master's orders, and took care of the sword pool in an orderly manner, and his reputation was growing. At this point, Yuan Zidao already has the demeanor of everyone, and the immortal cultivators of the world regard Yuan Zidao as the helmsman of the Sword Sect of the Sword Pool of Jilei Mountain.

Jilei Mountain, a sacred mountain in the west of China.

The sword pool, the holy place in the hearts of the world's cultivators.

Yuan Zidao, a sword crossed out of the ghost and god cry, and ordered Shenzhou to move.

Chapter 1: Jilei Mountain

Halfway up the slope of Jilei Mountain, densely packed with primitive trees, tall and quiet in this mountain, it seems so lonely and clear, layers of green cover the upright of the shrubs, as if to tell the world, they are the eternal army that has existed here, with amazing greatness and unyielding perseverance, in this mountain that does not see the sun, it is extremely proud and mighty, it exudes full of vitality, and breeds tenacious beauty.

And in the greenery of the mountains, a small figure suddenly appeared. This is a child who looks to be only twelve or thirteen years old, carrying a large bamboo basket on his back, and is struggling to climb upward. It's like a tiny snail, wriggling in the tranquil and lifeless ink-splashed landscape paintings, each of which is both clumsy and dangerous, as if it could slip into the abyss at any moment. But this small figure still persevered to climb upward, and his eyebrows and eyes were still full of the joy of conquest.

This son's name is Ye Hao, and he is only thirteen years old this year, and he has been dependent on his mother since he was a child, living in Linjia Village under Jilei Mountain. More than ten years ago, Ye Hao's mother came to Linjia Village with Ye Hao, who was only more than a year old, and since then he has been integrated into the life of this calm and peaceful mountain village. Although they are outsiders, Ye Hao and his mother have never suffered a trace of white eyes, everyone pities the hardships of a woman with a disabled left leg raising a child alone, so they take in the mother and son as if they were people of the same clan and clan, and treat them as relatives, giving them the care and care they deserve.

Xiao Yehao gradually grew up in such an environment. He is brave, upright, diligent, loves to fight unevenly, loves to protect the weak, he gradually became the child king of Linjia Village, whether it is a boy or a girl, whether it is older than him or younger than him, children like to follow him, with him to the mountains and forests and streams to play and play.

The children of Linjia Village have to go to the mountains to collect medicine since they were young, because on the first day of the new year of every month, the big sect on the top of the mountain, which attracts the attention of thousands of people, will send people to the villages below the mountain to collect medicines. Because the price is very fair, the people in these villages under the mountain naturally develop the habit of collecting medicine. Whether it is an adult or a child, as long as they have free time, they will go to the depths of this mountain to collect those strange herbs, as long as they collect satisfactory herbs, they can exchange a lot of money from the hands of those gods on the mountain to supplement their families. Everybody does it because everybody thinks it's a good deal.

And for Ye Hao's family, this is naturally a more cost-effective thing. Because my mother's left leg is disabled and unable to move, farm work is naturally impossible, and the family can only rely on this teenage child in addition to relying on my mother to raise some chickens and ducks. In the past, they would go to the mountains to cut firewood, or follow the village hunters to hunt in the mountains, but after all, these could only fill the stomachs of two people. Since those people on the mountain began to go down the mountain to purchase medicinal herbs, they can be regarded as giving the Ye family a great hope and a hope for making their lives better, so Ye Hao is extremely energetic.

Whether it was windy, rainy, or cold and hot, Xiao Yehao had to go up the mountain to collect medicine every day, and over time, this had become an indispensable part of his life. Because his family is poorer and his life is more difficult, he must ensure that he takes more and better medicine. Everyone in the village knows that the more precious and rare the herbs, the deeper and higher they grow, and those places are often full of dangers, so even the most experienced people often dare not go deep into that kind of place, lest they step into danger and become a pile of white bones in this mountain.

And Ye Hao, who was young, never cared about those dangerous existences, because he had a strong obsession in his heart, only by picking better herbs could he exchange for more money, live a better life, and let his mother suffer less. Because he deeply knows how much his mother has suffered and suffered in order to raise him for more than ten years, and now that he has grown up, he must take on this family and give his mother a better life.

At this time, the corners of Ye Hao's mouth were smiling, because today was really a happy day, as soon as he climbed this familiar hillside, he picked a few bayalo plants and a few red cotton fruits. Both of these medicines were at a good price, and Ye Hao's heart was extremely happy, so he tried to climb the higher and steeper hillside.

This hillside is not as easy to conquer as it seems. The strange rocks on the slope were as huge as the thatched hut they lived in, as smooth as ceramics, and the trees that grew up on the slope were so thick that Ye Hao's two arms seemed to be pressed against a wall after he fell down. The pine branches under their feet sway back and forth like sharp blades, like murderous creatures with saliva, ready to suck blood and harvest life.

Ye Hao was hugging a small tree that had just grown for a short time at this time, panting, his whole body was violently shaking, his head was already covered with sweat, but he never had his hands free to wipe it.

"Damn, look down at how such a small tree has become so big......" Ye Hao's mouth kept scolding. If someone heard this childish remark at this time, they would definitely laugh. At the foot of the hill, it looks like the trees and stones are so small, but in fact they are really small.

Ye Hao knew that he was in danger now, it was not easy to go up, and it was impossible to go down, and he was really sad. However, Ye Hao has not yet thought of going down the mountain, he always believes that there will be greater gains if he climbs this hillside. Yes, Xiao Yehao's heart has been thinking about those fairy grasses that look like people and those delicate spirit fruits that have baby faces like smiles.

"Yes, Sister Xiancao, Brother Lingguo, you must wait for me, I will come to you. Whenever he thought of those cherished herbs, Ye Hao was full of strength.

Ye Hao rubbed the sweat on his clothes indiscriminately, and then shook his head in a chic manner, shaking off the miscellaneous branches and grass on his head as much as possible. He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and continued to climb upwards with a sharp lift.

Xiao Yehao grabbed the withered grass with his left hand, climbed the roots of the tree with his right hand, and climbed slowly between the mountain walls. Because he has been collecting medicine all year round, although he is not very old, he is very skilled in climbing the mountain. Such a steep mountain wall is something that an adult hunter would not dare to climb casually, but Ye Hao didn't care at all, as if nothing in heaven and earth could stump him, his face was full of determination. But this time he climbed too high, and he had already entered the halfway slope of the Jilei Mountain Range, and the cold mist began to disperse in front of him, and he climbed more and more hard.

Suddenly, Ye Hao's eyes lit up, because a branch stretched out obliquely from a mountain rock less than five meters away, the branch was delicate and smooth, and a thin texture flowed like water waves. Next to the red fruit, there were seven white leaves with strange patterns, floating in the wind, as if a petite and beautiful girl nodded shyly at Ye Hao. Ye Hao looked at this rose red fruit, swallowed his saliva unconsciously, and his heart instantly became ecstatic.

"Could this be the legendary Seven Leaf Immortal Ling?" Ye Hao's whole body immediately became hot. I remember that more than ten years ago, Shi Daquan, the eldest son of Shi Weng, the head of the neighboring village, inadvertently picked a seven-leaf fairy in this mountain, and was taken away by an old fairy who came down from the mountain with a lot of money, and made an exception to accept Shi Dalum as a disciple and took him up the mountain to learn art. You must know that the sword pond on Jilei Mountain only opens the mountain gate every thirty years to receive disciples, and the large piece of stone was actually brought up the mountain with a seven-leaf immortal ling, so you can imagine how precious this seven-leaf immortal Ling is in front of you.

"Haha, I'm ...... now" Thinking about it, Ye Hao swallowed his saliva again, and his eyes became blurred. But no, with this red fruit, even if you can't be taken to Jilei Mountain by the old fairy to learn the arts, you can get a lot of money. Ye Hao immediately hurriedly crawled towards the red fruit.

Regardless of the steep cliffs and rocks, Ye Hao's eyes could no longer put anything down, only the rose-red spirit fruit in his eyes. The hands and feet moved, but the eyes barely moved. Five, four, three, two...... Seeing that the spirit fruit was getting closer and closer to him, Ye Hao stared intently, and his heart bloomed like a flower. This is really within reach, Ye Hao's right hand gripped a piece of grass root, and his left hand stretched out towards the spirit fruit.

Seven strangely shaped white leaves, holding a red spirit fruit that was as clear as a drop of water, Ye Hao's hand was already close at hand, and he could pocket this spirit fruit at any time.

It's good-looking, it's really good-looking, "Such a beautiful spirit fruit, as if it contains spirituality, am I harming living beings by doing this......" Ye Hao's brows furrowed, and he seemed to hesitate a little. But suddenly thinking of his disabled mother and his poor family background, Ye Hao was instantly relieved.

Yes, everything is for the mother, as long as the mother can live better, she has the right to be a bad person for once. "Brother Lingguo, don't blame me, I have no choice but to do it, I did this to make my mother's life better, so you have to be wronged. ”

Ye Hao's left hand grabbed the spirit fruit, and when he was about to leave, suddenly, the seven strange white leaves under the spirit fruit "poofed" upward, wrapping the red fruit like an eight-legged octopus, and a layer of white light flashed from the tips of the seven leaves, spreading out to the surroundings.

Immediately afterwards, the originally lonely and silent mountain forest suddenly shook the mountain, and the wind rose in all directions, spreading with the rhythm of the white halo, and the wind in the cliff slope forest was louder than ever, as if it was about to engulf the mountain alive like a monster.

Ye Hao only had his right hand climbing the grass roots, and his left hand was still hovering in mid-air, without a trace of preparation, this wind really appeared suddenly and was inexplicably wild, how could Ye Hao's thin body withstand it. The moment the grass root he was holding in his right hand cracked and broke, Ye Hao was rolled up in the air with many stones on the mountain, and fell hard towards the bottom of the cliff.

Ye Hao's eyes were closed, but his mind was clear, but a voice jumped out of his heart: "My life is over!"