Above the sea of clouds, the mountains are continuous.

Between the mountains and mountains, the palaces, pavilions, stone steps, and cornices in the peaks can be faintly seen, just like a fairyland picture that unfolds.

This is Buzhou Mountain.

The highest peak in the world.

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There is a saying in Kyushu that there are three things that must be feared and looked up to in the world.

One, the starry sky.

Second, the sea of clouds.

Three, not Zhoushan.

The reason why the starry sky must be aweed and looked up to is that in ancient times, the weak human race relied on discerning the stars and constantly migrating all the way to warmth, so that the flame could be passed down from generation to generation.

The reason why the sea of clouds must be aweed and looked up to is that in ancient times, the human race learned to let the qi in the body that came from nowhere start to operate through the flow of clouds, so with cultivation, the human race began to become strong.

The reason why the mountain must be revered and looked up to is much simpler - this mountain has guarded the four seas of Kyushu for 3,000 years.

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On the first day of the first month of the 267th year of the Xuanli calendar, the Tianyuan Festival, the whole country celebrates in the four seas of Kyushu, and the people of every household hang the flag symbolizing the Buzhou Mountain at the highest place of their eaves, which shows the status of this mountain in people's hearts.

The imperial palace is no exception, in the imperial city of Dongyu, a banner of Buzhou Mountain inlaid with gold edges with red satin is rising, and it is blowing in the wind.

Outside the door of the imperial study not far away, a father and son sat on the steps, both dressed in yellow robes and wearing crowns, and their identities were obvious.

The young man, who was less than six feet tall, frowned at this time, looked at the flag pattern drawn by the mountain and the sword and seemed to be quite dissatisfied, and said: "Father, I still don't understand, why should the flag of Buzhou Mountain be raised on such an important day as the Tianyuan Festival, this is our country, not theirs!"

The middle-aged man who was called the father and emperor smiled slightly, and replied to the question: "You will bring hundreds of civil and military officials to participate in tonight's sword patrol." ”

The boy said word by word: "This is a shame. ”

The middle-aged man smiled again, and said lightly: "The twelve countries in the world, on this day, they all have to hang the banner of Buzhou Mountain, and they all have to honestly wait for the sword patrol of Buzhou Mountain, and it is not just our family." ”

"Father's ......"

The middle-aged man interrupted, squinted his eyes and said, "Listen." And pointed in the direction of Buzhou Mountain.

As soon as the words fell, a phoenix roared in the distance, although it was already a slight sound in the ears, but it was conceivable that this voice would inevitably sound thousands of miles away.

After three breaths, the middle-aged man stood up and dusted off the ash behind the buttocks of the luxurious yellow robe: "Do you know what the sound of the phoenix means in Buzhou Mountain?"

The young man shook his head, he grew up in the imperial city since he was a child, although he occasionally heard the dragon chanting and phoenix singing in the distance, but he never thought about it deeply, and he couldn't figure it out for a while, so he had to fix his eyes on his father's face.

The middle-aged man put his palm on the young man's nine crowns, and said softly: "You have to remember that the sacred life of the phoenix is raised as a big rooster in Buzhou Mountain, and its only role is to chirp the time. ”

"So, the Feng Ming you just heard just now just means that the time has come and your morning class is over. ”

After speaking, the emperor of Dongyu turned around and left, leaving the prince who had not come back to his senses for a while, watching the morning light break through the outline of the distant mountains.

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Far north, there is a remote village.

The village is called Lingyin County, which lives by hunting, and there are not many people living here on weekdays, but before the arrival of the Tianyuan Festival, the villagers have returned to their hometowns thousands of miles away, so today is particularly lively.

In order to celebrate the festival, in addition to preparing for the evening sword parade, the village squire also invited a storytelling class from the city, and just after the morning, the people of every household could not wait to carry a small bench to the makeshift storyteller.

The old wooden table with missing legs was upholstered with stone bricks, a few little daughters-in-law made a fire and made a large bowl of tea, the hunters brought in chewy jerky, and the children chattered with two big heads.

But the moment the storyteller came to the desk, the audience instantly became audible.

This is because the story to be told today must be the story of Buzhou Mountain.

Xingmu slapped the table, and Mr. Guo, a storyteller in a coat, said: "I don't know when the wind and rain fall, and the mountains will not be around for ten thousand years!"

Everyone was attentive and waiting with bated breath.

"It is said that three thousand years ago, the demon tide had receded, and the twelve kingdoms of the human world were shattered. ”

"The flint outside the sky is carrying the divine power of the heavenly fire, and the land is in ruins, the houses have collapsed, the farmland has been destroyed, and the livestock have been extinct, and a stone can destroy a city! ”

Many old people in the village nodded again and again when they heard this, there have been very few flying stones outside the sky in the past twenty years, but time is moving forward, they have really seen that hellish scene, and some of them still fled to Lingyin County in the early years to settle down.

"No, Zhou Mountain Tianzun can't bear to be ruined, and decided to fight with the sky with one person and one sword, and the story we are going to tell today starts here, starting from the most dazzling sword light three thousand years ago!"

Hearing this, the villagers all stood up and slapped their hands vigorously, as if they were about to overturn the awning that had just been erected not long ago.

The storyteller was not surprised by this scene, originally this sentence was also a breath of air, leaving it to the audience to give feedback, he took a breath and was about to continue, but found that the applause was getting louder and louder, and it did not stop.

So he took another deep breath and brewed another emotion, just... One, two, three, why hasn't this applause stopped?

Even Mr. Storyteller saw that several gray-haired old men were already in tears, so he silently glanced at the exceptionally clear sky today.

He suddenly understood that the story he had been familiar with was not just a story for the people in this remote village, but a belief in his heart.

The simple villagers can't give anything to Buzhou Mountain, which has guarded them for 3,000 years, but at least they can give Buzhou Mountain enduring applause here.

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There were no clouds in the sky, but it was raining.

The pouring rain raged in the Central Plains City without warning, waking up the entire city like a drumbeat.

When people woke up and pushed open the gates, the rain suddenly stopped, and rainbows filled the streets and alleys of the city.

On the stone pavement of Guming Old Street, an old scholar dressed in a long robe, with a stiff waist and gray sideburns, but still holding a book came to the stone tablet of Chaoxi Academy, stood still, stared, and finally sighed.

Behind the stele is the academy of blue bricks and tiles, but today is the Tianyuan Festival, where are there any students, and some are just an old guard with the same gray sideburns in the stone pavilion who is warming wine.

After sighing, the old scholar came all the way to the stone pavilion, sat opposite the old guard, and the two looked at each other and smiled, poured a glass of wine.

The old guard put down his wine glass, didn't sigh for a long time, just smiled: "There are thirteen thousand academies in Kyushu and the four seas, and every year these thirteen thousand academies will be assessed at the end of the year, and only one thousand of the millions of people can pass this pass to enter the preliminary examination of Buzhou Mountain, and then only one hundred people will be left to become outer disciples in Buzhou Mountain." ”

The old scholar didn't understand, because as the oldest student of the Central Plains City Chaoxi Academy, he certainly knew these rules better than the old guard, so why did the old guard say this?

Throwing a peanut in his mouth and chewing it, the old guard looked up to the sky and said, "You were still young when I came to Chaoxi Academy, and thirty years have passed in a blink of an eye. ”

"Of course I understand your dream of becoming a disciple of Buzhou Mountain, in fact, who in the four seas of Kyushu doesn't want to climb that glorious mountain and become a member of it?"

"However, that mountain is too high to climb!"

Hearing this, the old scholar looked at his old friend with a solemn expression, and replied, "Are you leaving?"

The two knew each other so well that they could capture all the motives beyond words, and the old guard nodded: "I remember that I haven't said these words to you for ten years, yes, I'm old and leaving." ”

The old scholar was sad when he got the definite answer, he understood that the old guard had not said these words in the past ten years because he understood his stubbornness, and saying these words today was a loyal word that he had to do as an old friend.

So he filled the wine glass, poured himself a glass violently, gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go with you!"

The old guard was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then smiled with relief: "Really?"

Obviously, the old guard still couldn't believe it, because the old scholar had spent thirty years proving how obsessive he was, and he didn't seem to let go of it in his life.

Looking at the old guard's expression, the old scholar who finally chose to give up said: "So, today is the last time we are in Central Plains City, watching the sword patrol in the Chaoxi Academy." ”

The old guard finally came back to his senses at this time, and he stood up: "I'll go buy some hard vegetables, and buy some good wine, and I won't get drunk tonight!"

The old scholar didn't stop, watching his old friend disappear briskly at the end of the street as if he was ten years younger, he raised his head and saw the most beautiful rainbow over Central Plains City, and shouted: "Fuck Buzhou Mountain!"

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Nanzhou has been known for its abundance and affluence since ancient times.

Naturally, countless gate valves and families were born.

On the day of the Tianyuan Festival, the capital of Nanzhou was crowded with people, and the ladies from the twelve counties gathered together, talking about the four seas of Kyushu, and occasionally flirting with their eyebrows.

Miss Shen sits in a corner, but her posture is beautiful, and her family background is proud, even if the place is a little remote, she can still attract countless sons and brothers to be green leaves, and she is surrounded by her.

She was already surprised by this, and also raised a topic: "There are seven inner disciples on Buzhou Mountain, who do you like the most?"

The characters on Buzhou Mountain are naturally an unavoidable topic among the children of young families.

Someone replied: "Naturally, he is a senior brother, he is elegant and easy-going, and after hearing that Tianzun is in seclusion, he is in charge of Buzhou Mountain." ”

Of course, there are also humanitarians: "Second Senior Brother, the magic is all over the sky, and he is the only successor under the throne of Tianzun." ”

"This little brother, the second senior brother's temperament is still too violent, in comparison, the third senior sister's Taoism is naturally more desirable. ”

"I like the honest and honest Fourth Senior Brother. ”

Everyone laughed and disagreed.

In fact, the seven disciples of Buzhoushan are also role models for young people in Kyushu, and some disputes are naturally very common.

"I heard that the fifth senior sister is as cold as frost and gorgeous in the world, but I have never seen it, and I regret it. ”

"Fifth Senior Sister, you can't see it, but I heard that Sixth Senior Brother will fight in the sword world next year, maybe we will have a chance to meet, it is rumored that he is an unborn kendo wizard!"

Everyone, you say a word to me, it's so lively.

Just chatting and chatting, they gradually realized that something seemed wrong, and a young handsome man looked at Miss Shen, who had bright eyes and bright teeth: "Look at us, the rise of the chat actually forgot the initiator of this topic, I don't know which senior brother Miss Shen likes in Zhoushan?"

Miss Shen smiled when she heard this, and replied simply, "Seventh Senior Brother." ”

Everyone asked in unison, "Why?"

"Good looking. ”

Miss Shen gave an extremely simple and powerful answer, but those eyes like autumn water had already looked into the distance, full of...

"Miss, miss...", the maid beside her had to call softly.

Miss Shen came back to her senses, looked at the children of the family who could be described as a chicken and a dog compared to the seventh senior brother around her, and couldn't help but say: "I heard that this year's sword patrol in Nanzhou is presided over by the seventh senior brother, I don't know who of you has a way, I really want to see the seventh senior brother, just take a look from afar..."

Everyone was disappointed, and dared to love this Miss Shen already had a place in their hearts.

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The night was deep, and the full moon was high.

People from all over Kyushu began to look at the starry sky from time to time.

The crown prince of Dongyu Kingdom with hundreds of civil and military officials, standing and waiting on the star-picking platform, he hated everyone's pious face, and he also hated the status of Buzhou Mountain in the hearts of the courtiers, and he swore that he would slowly change all this when he ascended the throne.

In Lingyin County in the north, the children of every household have climbed on the roof, the old people have sat on the rattan chairs that can look up, and the storyteller who has been talking all day is gnawing on a big chicken leg, thinking that after watching the sword parade, he will give a few free words to the old and young masters in the village.

In the Central Plains City, in front of the Chaoxi Academy, the old brothers who had been drinking all day seemed to be a little unconscious lying outside the stone pavilion.

And at the highest point in the capital of Nanzhou, Miss Shen still didn't find the seventh senior brother in the end, and only hoped to see the sword named Lixian up close.

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At the time of the child, the twelve countries of the four seas of Kyushu rang the bell in unison.

This sound shook the world, and it also represented the beginning of the sword patrol in Buzhou Mountain.

People raised their necks and stared intently at the bright starry sky, guessing as in previous years that the sword they saw this year would be the sword of the immortal of Buzhou Mountain.

Time seemed to stand still in this moment.

Whether it is a crowded city, an imperial city symbolizing power and status, or a deserted countryside, as long as there are people, people are looking up at the starry sky.

But this year's sword patrol seems to be a little late, and the flying sword has not been seen flying over the sky for a long time.

The elderly people are a little worried, not because the sword patrol ceremony in Buzhou Mountain is never late, but because the sword patrol ceremony was not a festival ceremony of the Tianyuan Festival three thousand years ago, but only on behalf of the inspection, there are flying swords circling, which means that it is safe.

So does the delay in seeing flying swords today represent a danger as it did many years ago?

No one knew the answer, until a quarter of an hour later there was a tremor under the feet of the people.

Dongyu Kingdom, which is closest to Buzhou Mountain, first saw this shocking scene in front of him, the prince fell, and all the civil and military officials knelt down.

- What they saw was that Buzhou Mountain was flying.

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The rolling mountains are shrouded in the cold moonlight.

The temple and pavilion on the top of the mountain are the most desirable places in this world.

The only winding path up the mountain looked incomparably long, but the steps made of each spirit stone shone brightly.

A phoenix full of fiery feathers spreads its wings, and a dragon that has only been heard of in rumors is like a tiny earthworm.

In this way, Buzhou Mountain broke through the fog that lingered in the mountains all the year round, and it was displayed in front of everyone in Kyushu in an all-round way in the form of lift-off.

The people who saw this scene were dumbfounded.

Why did the sword parade become a mountain parade, and what should Zhou Mountain do?

The crown prince was supported by the ministers.

The old guard of Chaoxi Academy patted the old scholar's face.

The old men of Lingyin County were stunned

Miss Shen only wanted to see the sword, the sword of the seventh senior brother.

But soon people felt that something was unusual, because Buzhou Mountain was rising into the sky, and it kept rising, first to the size of the moon, and then to a little glimmer like a star.

When Buzhou Mountain disappeared, the world was in a panic.

At this moment no one knew that their faith, the power of their awe, their spiritual idols, the aspirations of their hearts had abandoned them.

Abandoned the four seas of Kyushu, where they were, entered the unknown universe, and began to wander in the Buzhou Mountain.