On the top of the snow peak, the white mountain top, like a knife halberd piercing the sky, under the sunlight, not white but green, green snow ten thousand, as if a huge piece of jade jasper inlaid in the strange rocks and rugged.

A stream of music, suspended on the top of the snow peak, smooth between the peaks and forests, endless, causing infinite sadness, shocked to hear someone plucking the strings to play, but do not know where they are.

At this time, it has passed the cold winter season, and in the land of the Western Regions, on the top of the ice peaks and snow, not to mention people, even the traces of birds are rare.

The cold wind caressed their faces, their hair had turned into frost, and the five of them were running in a hurry in the middle of the mountain road, and they seemed to have something very important in their hearts.

In a mansion in the mountains, there are mottled bloodstains, corpses are everywhere, and there is a strong smell of blood in the air, and it seems that a bloody battle has just taken place here.

The men slammed open the door and rushed straight in, a weak woman in blue with four gray-clothed disciples, all the disciples were already wounded, and they were frantically searching among the corpses, as if they were looking for something particularly important.

However, she still found nothing in the end, and sat on the ground with a sad look in her eyes, and there was a sad look on her face.

At this time, an older long-haired old man walked up to the woman, put down the long sword in his hand, and stepped forward to help the woman.

The old man sighed, shook his head sadly, and said, "Second Miss, I still haven't found the sect leader. ”

The blue-clothed woman's gaze became dim again, she looked at the old man sadly, the old man hesitated for a moment, and said: "Second Miss, don't worry, the old man checked the wounds on the body of the injured disciple, those deadly moves were done by the Seven Great Sects of the Central Plains, Miss, they must have been taken captive." ”

By this time, it was already nightfall.

The wind blows, and the leaves are rolled up all over the sky.

Tears flowed, and the sadness of falling to the ground.

The woman's face was expressionless, and she muttered, "The Seven Great Sects... The Seven Great Sects..."

In the countryside, the Qianmo criss-crossed, the village dwellings are scattered, a few wisps of cooking smoke curl up, there are farmers who are busy cultivating not far away, on the high mountains, there are woodcutters chopping wood walking hard in the crooked mountain paths, clear water streams, there are hermits holding poles and hanging Lun, leisurely.

In a small farmhouse courtyard, in a simple gallery, a woman looked at a painting, sighed, the painting is painted with flowers and leaves, there is an inscription poem, called, Leaves and Butterflies, its content is:

Colorful butterflies are thousands of flowers, Zhang Muyin's family.

After the dead leaves are resigned, the butterfly wood is not added.

The woman remembered a past, and the plot of the past is still vivid, but she doesn't know if the people from afar are doing well.

That woman is Ye Yidie, twelve years have passed, Ye Yidie has grown into a big girl, her appearance is gorgeous, fresh and refined, she stares at the picture scroll in front of her, a little red lips on her face, and her expression is still ashamed. The delicate place is like a pink peach petal, and the demeanor has a beautiful orchid posture. Time flies, and she has come out of the slim, not the little girl who can laugh at will.

has been accompanied by calligraphy and painting for many years, and there is a kind of elegance of everyone's ladies, but I often think of Zhang Mu who painted with me back then.

Hengshan Zhurong peak, one white and one black, two people with swords to fight, sharp sword qi, destroyed the trees, but also shook down the stones on the mountain, the two frequently fought, played dozens of rounds, regardless of the winner or loser, suddenly flew to the older person, only to see this person dressed in green clothes, the head of the hat, with a palm, the two people who fought separately, the man brought a sword, made a number of swordsmanship, the sword move is smart and elegant, the split of the trick is almost perfect, the two stood behind the man, respectfully called the master.

As if he hadn't heard, the man handed the sword into the hands of the man in black, and the man in black took the long sword and used it again according to the sword moves of the man in Tsing Yi, the moves were coherent and flawless, and the man in Tsing Yi stroked his long beard with a satisfied look on his face.

After the man in black finished practicing his sword moves, he turned around and called "junior brother", and handed the long sword to the man in white, and the man in white also used all the sword moves, the sword moves were messy, and there was no rule to follow, the man in Tsing Yi was silent, just stared at the long sword, and did not scold.

After the man in white finished all his sword moves, the three of them disappeared into the mountains and forests together.

It turned out that the three people were the people of the Hengshan faction, the elder in Tsing Yi was the head of the Hengshan faction and the current leader of the martial arts alliance Lin Yunyang, and the one in black was the younger brother of the Hengshan faction, and the one in white was the Hengshan faction Yi Weiyi, the two practiced swords together since childhood, as close as brothers, the senior brother Wang was diligent since childhood, proficient in the swordsmanship of the Hengshan faction, determined in the world, rigorous, quite a city, and was very liked by the master Lin Yunyang.

Although Yi Weiyi is talented and intelligent, he is lazy, has low swordsmanship, is simple, and chivalrous, Yi Weiyi is very well-behaved and very lovable, and a pair of sharp teeth is to please Jiang Xinmei, Jiang Xinmei is Lin Yunyang's daughter, who is more than ten years older than the two, so both of them respect Jiang Xinmei as an aunt.

Today, the Hengshan faction is very busy, one after another many people from the rivers and lakes have climbed Hengshan, come to Huiyan Villa, the leader of the martial arts alliance Lin Yunyang arranged for them to live in the wild goose pavilion in the mountain, for a while, the originally quiet and peaceful Hengshan faction had to meet the martial arts faction with a warm attitude.

Many people with swords and swords walking around in the village is indeed a very attractive new thing for Hengshan disciples who rarely have the opportunity to go out, many Hengshan disciples can't help but look at them a few times, in fact, before Lin Yunyang served as the leader of the martial arts alliance, the Hengshan faction was almost a closed sect and rarely participated in the fighting in the rivers and lakes, their hearts were pure, and they did not have much to kill, but as the reputation of the Hengshan faction gradually spread in the rivers and lakes, gradually some disciples in the Hengshan faction began to have evil intentions.

In the next few days, Shaolin's fate, Wudang's Qingwei, Emei's Huiguo, Kongtong's Yin Xindao, also led the disciples to Hengshan, the rivers and lakes in the major sects have also gathered in Hengshan, originally, according to the agreement of the rivers and lakes, August 15 will be held on Hengshan's Zhurong Peak annual martial arts conference, the election of a new martial arts league leader, in fact, in Lin Yunyang as the martial arts league leader for 12 years of calm in the rivers and lakes, and there is no major fight and fight situation, but peace and quiet for those who have bad intentions is not a good thing after all, so for the martial arts conference to elect a new martial arts leader, there are many sects in the rivers and lakes eager to try, all hope to win the position of the leader of the martial arts league, in order to command the entire martial arts。

In the blink of an eye, it was already August 13, and the martial arts conference would be held in another day, and there was a commotion on Hengshan.

On this day, at the top of Zhurong, another sect came, with a respectful attitude and a low voice, a total of seven people in a line, led by an older, about fifty-year-old man in a long shirt, carrying a long sword, the sword was three feet long, extremely sharp, followed by two disciples dressed as figures, both carrying swords, one with kind eyebrows, one with a hideous face, followed by four disciples who looked like people, followed.

It seems that this sect is not qualified to participate in the martial arts conference, the guards are blocked from entering the door, the leader of the person and the doorman negotiated, the tone is also kind, after several requests, the doorman is still unyielding, the kind young man behind him also paced before the good words to persuade, seeing that the doorman did not allow, where can the brave man still bear it, draw his sword to fight with it, was led by the elder to drink, had to give up, standing behind him, without saying a word, but still with anger in his eyes.

At this moment, a woman about thirty years old came out, it was Jiang Xinmei, seeing that the doorman politely called "Miss", the person at the head of the house, gave a slight salute, and hurriedly bowed down and said: "Miss Jiang, the old man is Zuo Mingfa, the head of the Lingdao Sect of Linghu Mountain, and he came to participate in the martial arts conference, but he was unexpectedly blocked by your faction outside the door, and I hope that Miss Jiang will pass it on behalf of her, so that the old man and his disciples can enter." ”

"You are the Lingdao sect that colluded with Yang Ming as an evil Jianghu back then. Jiang Xinmei asked, her tone was full of disgust, and then she approached a few people, and saw that it was Shaolin's fate, Wudang's Qingwei and Emei's Huiguo, Jiang Xinmei hurriedly stepped forward to greet her, and Zuo Mingfa immediately became respectful.

"Yes, because of the old man's negligence, it brought a catastrophe to the martial arts, the old man has felt guilty in recent years, said that he is introspective, it is difficult to sleep and eat, and what he thinks about is nothing more than to contribute to the Central Plains martial arts, and often teach his disciples to be kind to the rivers and lakes, and hope that the Jiang girl will let me enter to see the grand occasion of the martial arts conference. ”

It turned out that the leader was Zuo Mingfa, the head of the Lingdao sect who disappeared from the rivers and lakes due to Yang Ming's defeat after the battle of Hengshan Zhurong, and the evil and the good behind him were the disciples Quan Zhennan and Ning Zhiyuan.

Jiang Xinmei heard that it was the spiritual Taoist sect of the evil rivers and lakes back then, and she was not happy in her heart, and she was about to refuse, but a voice floated behind her, it was the master of Shaolin, he walked slowly and said: "Amitabha, good! Master Jiang let them in, people are like grass and trees, only by bathing in Qinghua can they truly understand the way of goodness. ”

Qingwei and Huiguo also agreed, Jiang Xinmei wanted to refuse, but because of the way of getting along with martial arts, many refusals showed that the Hengshan faction was not broad-minded and lost its decency, so she had to comply with their request, explain to the doorman, and let them in.

Another day passed in the busy, at night, Jiang Xinmei did not sleep, she sat quietly in the courtyard, listening to the flying flowers falling, she remembered the collusion of the Lingdao faction with Yang Ming to cause trouble to Wulin, and the appearance of the Lingdao in the day appeared in front of her, and there was a faint trace of uneasiness in her heart, she always felt that there was something wrong with it, but she couldn't say what was wrong.

"Auntie, what are you thinking?" At this time, a person came over and interrupted Jiang Xinmei's train of thought, and it turned out that the person was Yi Weiyi.

"It's okay, I just remembered something from the past. Jiang Xinmei said, there was some evasion in her eyes.

"I know what my aunt is thinking, my aunt is worried about the Lingdao sect's entry into Huiyan Mountain Villa. Yi Weiyi said Jiang Xinmei's worries in one sentence.

"How do you know?" Jiang Xinmei asked puzzled, she was a little curious about Yi Weiyi's understanding of her own mind.

"Oh, today in front of the gate, I saw that my aunt was very embarrassed about whether to let the Lingdao sect enter the village, and I expected that my aunt's worries must be caused by this. Yi Weiyi said proudly, his expression was like that of a child.

"You're so smart. Jiang Xinmei did not hesitate to praise her from the bottom of her heart, and looked at Yi Weiyi with pity in her eyes.

"Auntie, you don't have to worry, in the future, I will be responsible for observing their every move, it is cold in the middle of the night, don't catch the cold, go and rest, auntie." Yi Weiyi said.

"Well, okay, it's up to you to watch their every move, and tell me if there's anything going on, and don't take the liberty of fighting them. Jiang Xinmei said.

"Yes, Auntie. Yi Weiyi happily agreed, and after a happy conversation, the two of them went back to their rooms to sleep.

The night passed, nothing special happened in the villa, everything was still peaceful, the only difference from usual was that it was a lot more lively.

Yi Weiyi got up early in the morning, he remembered what he had promised Jiang Xinmei, he wanted to see if the Lingdao Sect had any abnormal behavior, and he came to the accommodation where the Lingdao Sect had been arranged.

Although the sky was completely bright, the people of the Lingdao sect showed no signs of going out, just staying in the wing, Yi Weiyi stood outside the door, looked inside, and did not have any special manners, and was about to leave, when he suddenly heard someone in the house talking.

"Master, why were you so afraid of the Hengshan faction yesterday? Our martial arts are above theirs. "It was the brave man who spoke yesterday with the surname of impatience.

"Senior brother, don't worry, Master has his own reasoning. The mild-mannered young man said.

"Yes, Nan'er, Master, it's not that I'm afraid of the Hengshan faction, it's just that if we can't bear it, we will make a big plan, we have to learn to preserve our strength in many things, wait for the opportunity, and exert our strength at the right time, and a fatal blow is the most desirable. Zuo Mingfa said.

"What Master said is extremely true, Senior Brother, we must be patient and not impulsive. Ning Zhiyuan, who has a gentle surname, said.

"Well, Master has a point, the position of the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance belongs to Master. Quan Zhennan, who is short-tempered, said.

Zuo Mingfa just smiled and didn't say anything, there was an unknown and weird smile suspended on his face, Yi Weiyi listened outside the door, and through the gap in the window, he saw the smile on Zuo Mingfa's face, and suddenly felt a chill behind him, and an inexplicable chill hit his whole body.

What Yi Weiyi didn't expect was that the purpose of the Lingdao faction's participation in the martial arts conference this time was to compete for the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance, he felt that he should tell Jiang Xinmei about this matter immediately, and was about to get out, but was discovered, Zuo Mingfa came out of the room, and injured Yi Weiyi to the ground with a palm, Yi Weiyi hurriedly hid.

Because he grew up in Huiyan Villa since he was a child, he was very familiar with everything in the village, Yi Weiyi hid behind a rockery, Zuo Mingfa searched for it, but there was no result, and it was inconvenient to show his martial arts too much, so he had to give up and go back to the house.

After Yi Weiyi was injured, he dragged his injured body to find Jiang Xinmei, and told her the idea of the Lingdao faction trying to compete for the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance, Jiang Xinmei untied Yi Weiyi's clothes and inspected his injuries, he was injured by the palm force, the palm power was very powerful, and it hurt Yi Weiyi's internal organs, and the injury was three inches below the chest, with five distinct fingers, Jiang Xinmei was somewhat familiar with the palm technique, but she couldn't say where she had seen it, so she had to let Yi Weiyi sit down and heal him.

After a few hours, Yi Weiyi's injury improved, Jiang Xinmei came out of the room, her face was occupied by worry, her worry came from Yi Weiyi's injury a little, but more worried about the martial arts conference, because she didn't know what kind of conspiracy was hidden behind the Lingdao faction.;