There was a "slam".

Song Mingting jumped out of the water, holding the Hanxing Sword in one hand and the fragments full of hands in the other, and landed at the edge of the pool.

The fragments are neither gold nor jade, in pure ink color, and are covered with stars.

After rushing out of the water, Song Mingting activates his magic power. The moisture in his clothes evaporated rapidly under the action of magic power and quickly dried up. Then he raised his eyes and looked around.

This is a deep valley with deep grass and trees, quiet water on the pond. A silver dragon rushes down on the cliff and falls into the pond. Song Mingting is so familiar with this valley because this is the valley where he used to practice swords.

Song Mingting pinched a sword technique. At this moment, he found that his hand was trembling. The Hanxing Sword flew out of the air and turned into a cold sword light, stopping in front of Song Mingting.

The sword light was deep and cold, dotted with dozens of star dots. Song Mingting jumped and came to the sword light. Then he activated the flying sword to fly into the sky. At this moment, he was almost impatient.

The Hanxing Sword quickly crossed the valley, and the vision became widened instantly.

The first thing that catches your eye is a majestic peak. The mountain is flat and towering into the clouds. It has disappeared from the sea of ​​clouds from the middle of the mountain, making it impossible to determine how high and majestic this peak is.

There are many small peaks around the giant peak, but compared with the giant peaks, these hills are obviously much shorter, and most of them do not touch the sea of ​​clouds. However, in addition to the giant peaks in front of you, there are five peaks in the distance that are also eye-catching. These five peaks are either steep or elegant, with different shapes, but they are all towering into the clouds and have disappeared in the golden sea of ​​clouds from the middle of the mountain.

The clouds are floating, the glow is flowing with gold, and the mountains of varying heights are like green boats wandering in the golden ocean. This scene is really like a dream, better than a fairyland.

Song Mingting looked at the huge peak hidden in the sea of ​​clouds in front of him, and couldn't stop trembling: This is really not a dream, he is really back.

After a long time, Song Mingting finally stopped trembling and urged the sword light under his feet to fly towards the giant peak.

This is Zhongshu Peak, where his master is located. His master is called "Guizang Jian Pavilion". It is one of the top sword sects in the world. It was established more than 3,000 years ago and has a long history and rich heritage.

There are six main peaks in the master's sect, namely Wude Peak, Jingyang Peak, Zhemei Peak, Jingyue Peak, Zhongshu Peak and Yaoli Peak. Each peak represents a lineage. He is a disciple of the Zhongshu Peak lineage and is the 32nd generation true disciple in the sect.

But such a powerful sect was destroyed overnight ten years later. Not only was the mountain gate occupied, but most of the elites in the sect were also killed and injured.

Thinking of this, Song Mingting's mood became cold again.

The sword light flashed in the sky and landed at the foot of Zhongshu Peak. Song Mingting withdrew the sword light and looked up at the peak of the century-old mountain in front of him. He stood at the foot of the mountain for a long time, until his mood calmed down, and then walked step by step towards the mountain.

Along the way, he looked at the scenery along the way almost greedily: when he was on the mountain, he walked up and down the mountain with his sword and had never seen the scenery along the way. Later, the mountain gate was captured by the demon path. At that time, he wanted to see it again, but he never had a chance. After returning from rebirth, he naturally had to walk the road he had never walked before and see the scenery he had never seen before.

Along the way, there were beautiful trees like a cover and flowers like brocade. From time to time, there were mountain muntjac, wild deer, and rabbits flashed through the bushes. Occasionally, there were groups of small people in three or five, and there were only a vague human figure, with a green light all over the body, which appeared and disappeared in the bushes from time to time. After he approached, he quickly disappeared from the bushes as if frightened.

This is a fungus man, an elf transformed from the leisure energy of plants and trees. Only when the spiritual energy is pure and the prosperous mountains and sieges can it be nurtured. He hasn't set foot on this land for hundreds of years.

In his previous life, the Demonic Dao attacked the mountain and occupied the mountain gate. At that time, only a few people survived, and he was one of them. After the master sect was destroyed, those who survived by chance became dogs of a family. Although they struggled several times, they were unable to turn the world back. After that, the Supreme Elder, Elder, and Brothers died one by one, and in the end he was the only one left.

From then on, he became a lonely man, fighting his fate alone, and then - and later, even he died.

A loud bang - a sound of leaves shaking, Song Mingting's footsteps frightened the birds in the bushes, and several cranes flapped their wings and rushed out of the woods and flew into the sky. The cranes were black and white, with their necks and bodies white, and the feathers on their heads, the lower half of their wings and the tail were pure black, and even their slender feet were pure black.

Song Mingting looked up and then withdrew his gaze.

This is Tai Chi crane, a kind of spiritual bird unique to Guizang Mountain. It is named after its feather color is the same as Tai Chi. Tai Chi crane is a scene in Guizang Jian Pavilion. It is spring now and there is nothing special about it. But if it is winter, it snows and the snow covers the mountain, you can experience the wonders.

Then I continued to move upwards, and when I was halfway up the mountain, it was almost noon. The sea of ​​clouds was near before my eyes. After passing through the sea of ​​clouds, I could see the building. At this moment, two groups of sword lights lit up from the clouds.

Song Mingting stopped.

The two sword lights were blue gray and blue. As the distance got closer, the sword light became brighter and brighter in the clouds and soon passed through the clouds.

There were two teenagers on the sword, and they were wearing the same white ink sword robe as Song Mingting.

The taller man looked seventeen or eighteen years old, with white skin as snow, eyebrows as willow leaves, extremely delicate facial features, cold face, and a bit handsome that was unaware of male and female. However, his eyes were very quiet and his temperament was very calm, which reduced his feminine aura.

The shorter boy looked like he was fourteen or fifteen years old, and his skin was not white. He looked even darker when he stood beside the tall boy. Although he was not as delicate and handsome as the former, he was not bad either. He was so sly, his eyes were cunning, and he exuded a cleverness.

The two of them also saw Song Mingting, and were stunned at first, then stopped.

"Senior Brother Third." The two stopped to greet Song Mingting, but their tone was unrestrained and polite.

Song Mingting stood in front of the two, and suddenly found that his emotions were very wrong. He felt that he should be excited because they were not others, but his junior brother. And he was his relative's junior brother! The younger brother of the same master! The older one was his fourth junior brother, named Li Qingque, and the younger one was his fifth junior brother, named Wei Kuangyuan. The reason why he felt that his emotions were wrong was because both of them died in the battle of the Demonic Dao attacking the mountain. He had not seen them for more than a hundred years. So his emotions should be excited at this moment, but now he is still dead in his heart and has no turmoil at all.

This is wrong, very wrong! Song Mingting said in his heart, but although he was thinking this way, his heart was still full of ancient wells.

Wei Kuangyuan saw that Song Mingting had not responded and was already impatient. His relationship with Song Mingting was not good, and of course, it was not bad. Because Song Mingting was as good as his roots and practiced slowly, although he was not bad, he was introverted and had no sense of existence. Such a person naturally couldn't be intimate, so he was really not familiar with this third senior brother. Therefore, when Song Mingting did not respond for a while, he became a little impatient. Just as Wei Kuangyuan was about to speak, Song Mingting suddenly spoke, and he said "um" without an expression on his face.

The two sides were silent. After Wei Kuangyuan and Li Qingque were stunned, they politely said goodbye to Song Mingting, but left quickly. Song Mingting continued to walk upwards until the two men disappeared.
Chapter completed!