In the second year of Jianyan of the Song Dynasty, two years had passed since the Jin Kingdom attacked Kaifeng, the capital of the Song Dynasty, and abducted the second emperor. However, the pain caused to people by this famous "Jingkang Incident" is far from being healed.

During this year, many major events happened one after another in China.

During this year, Zhongshan Prefecture and several other state capitals fell into the hands of the Jurchens, and the Central Plains was plunged into a sea of ​​fire. From then on, people were killed and starved to death for thousands of miles, and there was no fertile soil for peace and security in the country.

In the same year, the famous general Zongze, who was nearly 70 years old, suffered a recurrence of an old injury during the expedition. He could not be treated and died looking north with hatred.

Yue Fei, who was still just the commander in Zongze's army, had already begun to stand out and gradually established prestige in the army.

However, shortly after the establishment of the Southern Song Dynasty, which was not yet completely stable, a "Miao-Liu" coup occurred that Song Gaozong and Zhao Gou would never mention.

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In the southeast of the land of China, there is a boundless sea called Wuwang Sea.

It is said that there is a beautiful Poseidon Palace deep in the Wuwu Sea. There are not only rare treasures in the world, but also extremely beautiful Poseidon women. There are many beautiful legends related to Poseidon Palace in the secular world.

But the sky and the earth are boundless, and the sea is boundless. No one knows what is behind the calm sea. The legendary and beautiful shore of Wuwu Sea is the most difficult place in the world to reach. In addition to invisible treasures, there are also inestimable treasures.

Danger, even if someone is willing to risk it and go out to sea in search of it, most of them will never come back.

Therefore, it can be said that very few people have actually been to the depths of the sea for thousands of years.

At the connection between the Wuwu Sea and the mainland, it happens to be isolated by a mountain range that stretches thousands of miles and is difficult to reach. It seems to also isolate the world's disturbances. There is no battlefield smoke here, no pursuit of fame and fortune in the world, and even

There isn't even any extra smoke from fireworks.

Among the mountains, there is a solitary and steep peak, standing thousands of feet high, like a sharp sword thrust straight into the sky. The peaks around it stand strangely and change, all standing on the side like guards.

This mountain was called Buting Mountain in ancient times.

The mountains are like the giants at the beginning of the world, bowing their heads to the vicissitudes of the world. Everything in the world changes, but the mountains remain unchanged.

What the people in the world don't know is that in such a continuous mountain range with little human atmosphere, there is a place that can make all the forces in the world look up to it. Even the courts of all parties are trying their best to win over it, but they are inevitably afraid of it.

This sect is not as old as Shaolin and other sects, with a history of less than 200 years, but it has surpassed all other sects decades ago and is recognized by the world as the largest sect in the world.

"Shengting Pavilion" stands in this huge mountain range.

Leaning against Buting Mountain, looking down at the world outside the world, the human world changes over time without reason, but this place seems to be eternal, independent and dependent on the world.

Somewhere in this high mountain, there is a Taoran Pavilion. Although the pavilion is small, the carvings and polishing are exquisite. I really don’t know who actually built such a small pavilion deep in the mountain. If it were placed in an ordinary place, it would be nothing.

, but in such a mountain where it is difficult to reach people, it is infinitely more difficult to build such a small pavilion. It can even be said to be a kind of miraculous workmanship.

The hexagonal shape of the pavilion is like flying, blending into the mountain scenery. There is no noise of human voices here, only the singing of birds, the fragrance of flowers, the sound of insects, the color of water, the sound of water, and stories are just right in the dark, which seems to further show the uniqueness of this mountain.

of magical charm.

The color on the stone pillars of the pavilion has long since fallen off, as if confirming the mottled traces of time.

There was a man sitting in the center of the pavilion. He had black hair pulled high, thick eyebrows and a long beard. His legs were crossed and his eyes were closed. His expression was leisurely, as if he had been in meditation for a long time.

There is a particularly eye-catching iron sword placed diagonally on the stone pillar next to this man. The iron sword is long and wide, and the whole body is dark. The blades on both sides are not like ordinary swords that are sharpened with blood, but more like a sword.

An ordinary black iron without an edge.

The sound of cicadas gets louder and the birds fly away.

Except for a few strands of long beard fluttering in the breeze, the middle-aged man meditating seems to be integrated with the mountains and water.

But suddenly, a drop of water fell from nowhere, causing his brows to slowly frown, like a stroke of ink peeling off a painting.

The world suddenly stopped.

He tried hard to calm his violently beating pulse, but still had little success. Then he slowly opened his eyes, and his originally white eyes were already covered with bloodshot eyes.

I don't know whether it was falling from the sky or coming from a dream, but a graceful figure suddenly appeared in front of him when he was unprepared.

Obviously, this is a woman, and she is a woman thousands of times more beautiful than most women in the world.

If you haven't seen it, maybe no one in the world will believe it, let alone describe such beauty in words.

This woman's long hair is completely snow-white, and her beautiful face has a pair of stunning purple pupils that stand out.

A pair of big spring-like eyes with long upper eyelashes that flap slowly like butterfly wings, looking intently at the man in front of them without saying a word.

The waves are as soft as water, and everything is silent.

The bloodshot eyes of the man seemed to be heavier, and the breath between his mouth and nose began to become more intense, but he was still conscious and formed some kind of special seal with his hands, as if he wanted to resist something with all his strength.

But in the end, the seal was spinning in front of him, but was not pushed out.

However, his breathing gradually became more disordered, until at a certain moment, a wave of heat surged from his lower abdomen. He could no longer resist it, and a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out from his mouth.

All the blood fell on the stone floor in front of the man, and not a trace fell on the white-haired woman. It seemed that she could not bear to let this peerless woman be tainted with a trace of blood.

After the man spurted out a mouthful of blood, his whole body was no longer as peaceful and leisurely as it was at the beginning. His blood-colored eyes seemed to be on fire, and suddenly

However, he picked up the iron sword behind him. The iron sword instantly seemed to have spiritual energy, glowing with a burst of colorful light. He held the iron sword in his hand, but did not stop at all, but with an unparalleled momentum.

He struck the woman in front of him with an impartial volley in the air, as if he wanted to brutally cut the beautiful woman in front of him in half.

The four eyes look at each other, although there is an eternal tenderness, but there is more than one complex emotion in it?

At the moment when the sword fell, his body glowed with brilliance, and his sleeves were flying. The man and the sword were integrated. Who would have thought that someone in this world could burst out such energy in such a short moment, let alone a human being?

, even a small mountain would probably be broken into two pieces by the power of such a sword.

However, there was no one in front of him. It was just a void. A sword slashed down, splitting off countless leaves and flying in the air, but the beautiful white-haired woman had long since disappeared.

Even so, it seems that it can't calm the man down. He holds the iron sword in his hand and shoots out of Taoranting like an arrow. His figure shuttles through the forest, like a rainbow of sword light, chasing someone.

Invisible and intangible nothingness, this is like an endless dance. If no one stops it, it will keep dancing until it dies.

The mountains are still the same as before, except for the fierce and unparalleled sword power that causes the birds to fly around, the branches and leaves swaying, and the insect chirping stories in the mountains seem to have been ruthlessly disturbed at this moment.

Seeing that the man's sword was more powerful than a sword, no matter how dense the forest in front of him was, all the branches and leaves were quickly chopped off.

Suddenly, a "duh" sound came out from nowhere, as if something heavy fell into the water and jumped up quickly.

But no matter what it was that entered the water, it would definitely not make such a loud sound, especially in such a dense mountain forest. But just such a sound made the man's altar clear, and the sword in his palm suddenly slowed down.

Just this subtle sound was enough to make him, who was unparalleled in the world, calm down. Then his figure fell to the ground, his chest was panting, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He held the iron sword with one hand and tried to calm down the breath in his body.

He naturally knew that at the moment when he broke through the profound entrance, the inner demon invaded. If not for that sound, he might not be able to extricate himself at all. In the end, his martial arts would be completely useless and his meridians would be broken. In the worst case, his internal energy would be exhausted, his energy and blood would be exhausted and he would die.

So, someone obviously knew that he was about to go crazy and deliberately prompted him. Who could it be? Is there anyone else besides himself in this mountain?

He looked up at the tall mountain peaks in front of him, as if muttering to himself: "Holy Lord, could it be you?"

But Shanfeng was speechless and there was no response.

He thought about how the "Holy Lord", although he had lived for many years and had extraordinary wisdom, had always been extremely proud. How could he easily move his body because of worldly matters?

So, he followed the direction of the sound just now and walked forward slowly, trying to find the person who could not even find him with his own level of cultivation.

He didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend, but he always wanted to take a look before he could rest assured. After all, this place was of great significance to him. If an unknown person broke in, it might affect the century-old foundation of the sect.

Of course, this was a secret. He didn't believe that anyone else in the world could know this secret, but he would always feel uneasy unless he went to see it.

Walking through the withered leaves on the ground and climbing through a dense forest, he could clearly hear the sound of gurgling water, and then another "duh" sound, which was exactly the same as the sound that cleared his mind just now.

He looked up and saw that there was a deep pool under a stone wall in front of him. The water in the pool was naturally clear. It was unknown whether it was the water of an underground river or the spring water accumulated in the mountains over the years. The water was calm and waveless, with a faint chill coming from the water.

It rises slowly, like the mist shrouding the mountains.

It was not unusual to have such a pool in the mountains, but what he didn't expect was that an old man who looked very old was sitting in front of the pool.

The old man's back was slightly stooped, and he wore an ancient crown on his head. His back was facing him. He was holding a simple fishing rod made of thin bamboo poles. The fishing rod went deep into the pond, and beside the old man there was

A green cow turned its head and stared at him.

The green bull is very big, even much bigger than the average buffalo. The two thick horns on its head are not only very long, but also have concave and convex marks that look like tree rings. I wonder if this green bull is also recorded.

The age of the cow.

However, the old man seemed not to be aware of his appearance at all, but was completely devoted to fishing. He swung the fishing rod without using any force, just a "duh" sound, and the fishing rod gently entered the water. After a while, the water surface rippled.

The mark suddenly appeared, and the fishing rod broke out of the water instantly, bringing with it a fish that was swaying its tail. The moment the fish came out of the water, the water surface in the deep pool immediately returned to calm.

The fish was the size of a palm, had barbs on its body, and scales on its back like needles. Even its mouth had two rows of extremely sharp teeth. It looked extremely vicious. Even though it had been caught out of the water, it did not give up completely, but used all its strength.

It struggled, but the more it struggled, the tighter it bit. Before it could break free, the old man flicked his hands gently, and the big green cow had a bamboo basket in its mouth. As long as the fish flew out, it would adjust

The position of the bamboo basket can always put fish into the basket.

The man felt strange. He had seen a lot of wonderful things in this world, but he had never seen humans and cows working together in such a tacit understanding.

Every time the green bull put the fish into the basket, he would turn his head again and stare at the man with his huge bull eyes.

Although the old man looked older, he was still very agile. He put two more fish into the basket, but did not put the fishing rod in the pond again. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, as if he had just noticed someone behind him.

Have been standing for a long time.

"Old man, it's very rude of you to look at people like this!"

The old man said with a smile, as if he was making fun of the green cow, and the green cow snorted in response.

The old man no longer paid attention to it, but slowly turned around and said to the man: "I didn't expect to meet someone destined to be there when I was fishing in the mountains..."

Obviously, there was no one else in the mountain, so the old man's words were naturally addressed to him.

Thinking that he had almost gone crazy just now, if the old man hadn't reminded him intentionally, he might have made a big mistake, he couldn't help but feel grateful, but at the same time, he also tightly clasped the iron sword in his hand, after all, the old man didn't know where he came from, let alone who he was.
To be continued...