Ziwei Mountain combines strange mountains and stones, natural caves, and rivers, making the canyons inside the mountain deep, with green valleys and pools intersecting, and waterfalls rushing, which is beautiful.
Every year, a large number of tourists come to Ziwei Mountain to visit.
Visitors familiar with Ziwei Mountain know that deep in Ziwei Mountain, there is a farmhouse on a cliff and a vegetable garden in front of the farmhouse. The farmhouse is quiet and far away from the world, just like the pastoral life that the ancients yearn for.
There is an old man living in this farmhouse. He looks not young last year, at least over 70 years old, but his body is still extremely healthy. Tourists who walk deep into Ziwei Mountain often meet this old man and go to the farmhouse to rest or ask for a cup of tea. The old man always refuses everyone, but he is extremely enthusiastic.
At this time, the sunset was setting, and the afterglow enveloped the mountain.
In the deep mountain road, an old man in coarse linen walked into this simple and ordinary farmhouse carrying a bundle of firewood. As soon as he walked into the farmhouse, a big yellow dog rushed up and kept calling around the old man.
"While going, I didn't get any delicious wild game to feed you this time."
The old man spoke and waved at the big yellow dog.
When he walked into the farmhouse, the old man took off the firewood and threw it on the ground.
At this moment, a leisurely voice came-
"The hut is built in a human world, but there is no noise from chariots and horses.
I ask you how can you? Your heart is far away from you.
Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountains.
The mountain atmosphere is beautiful day and night, and the birds return together.
There is a true meaning in this, and I have forgotten my words if I want to distinguish it."
Hearing this, the old man was not surprised. He turned around and saw an old man walking slowly. The old man had gray hair and an old face, but his burly body still looked straight, and his body contained a majestic momentum like a golden sword and an iron horse, like a general sitting on the battlefield holding thousands of troops!
"Old man Hua? It's really rare. You old guy is not here in the capital. You are coming to the deep mountains and forests to find me to reminisce about the past? I'm afraid it's not that simple."
The old man in the farmhouse spoke, and he only looked at the majestic old man. He ignored the guard beside the old man.
The person who came here was actually the veteran General Hua Xiong, and the guard next to him was Xue Feng.
Mr. Hua laughed and walked into the farmhouse and sat on a bench in the front yard of the farmhouse. Xuefeng did not step into the farmhouse. He stood at the entrance of the farmhouse, his breath was introverted, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, monitoring every move around him.
"Old Man Dao, it's been a long time since I saw each other, is it? Time is not forgiving people. You are old, and I am older." Mr. Hua sighed and said.
The old man named Dao also sat down on a low stool. His skin was dark and fleshy. Although he was old, his skin looked like a layer of black iron, exuding a hard and cold texture.
"Old man Hua, do you come to me to sigh that the ruthless years are so ruthless? I know what kind of character you are, and what kind of sadness and sorrow in spring and autumn have nothing to do with you. Let's talk, what's the matter with me?" The old man named Dao said straight to the point.
"Why do you and I have been comrades-in-arms, and I have also been old friends. I came from such a distance and didn't even treat you to tea?" Mr. Hua asked with a smile.
"Forget it, you are also a respected veteran general, and you cannot be neglected. Let me chop firewood and cook a pot of tea."
The old man named Dao spoke, picked up the firewood on the ground, and was about to chop it.
Others chop firewood, use knives and axes.
The old man named Dao stretched out his palm, a flesh-and-blood palm.
The old man named Dao's five fingers were gathered together, his palms were like a knife, and a breath fluctuated slightly. In an instant, the aura condensed from this palm seemed to turn into a giant sword lying across the world!
The breath of the entire farmhouse suddenly became cold, and only a biting cold light of the blade rose in the farmhouse, which was extremely terrifying.
laugh!
A sharp sound like a long sword breaking through the air sounded. The old man named Dao had already slashed downward, and a trace of holy-level power was fluctuating.
The firewood in your hand is immediately divided into two halves, and the fracture is smooth and tidy.
Even a real sharp hatchet may not be able to slash such an effect.
fear!
The strength of the old man named Dao has reached an unpredictable terrifying state.
Mr. Hua seemed to be familiar with this scene. He asked, "Have you been able to break the realm yet?"
He knew that the old man named Dao had lived in seclusion in the deep mountains for decades, not only to cultivate his own self-cultivation, but also to temper his own martial arts and to break through the shackles.
After hearing this, the old man named Dao shook his head and said, "I have not been able to break the realm. The road to break the realm is blocked, and my sword may not be able to break it. Not only me, the ancient martial arts world is the old monsters hidden in the small world. They are all the same, and they cannot break the door to block the road at all."
Old Hua's eyes moved slightly, and he asked, "Then do you think Ye Wusheng can do it?"
"Ye Wu?!"
The pupils in the eyes of the old man named Dao shrank slightly, and the action of gathering the knife's intention to chop firewood was slightly stopped. Then he said confidently: "I can't, and Ye Wu can't either."
"How likely do you have to win against Ye Wu?" asked Mr. Hua.
The old man surnamed Dao looked at Mr. Hua, frowned, and asked, "What do you mean?"
"I want you to go down the mountain and intercept and kill Ye Wusheng." Mr. Hua said bluntly.
"Ye Wu..." The old man named Dao was silent for a while, and then said, "Ye Wu's martial arts fell and disappeared. From then on, Ye Wu was no longer the target of me trying to temper my martial arts sword intent. Until he came back again, he went to the holy land to fight with one to fight four, and there were two powerful people in the Great Saint Realm. Ye Wu was still the Ye Wu back then. Even if the martial arts fell, he could still walk into a different martial arts path. Only in this way can he be worthy of becoming the opponent I admire most."
Mr. Hua said: "Ye Wu is considered a master of martial arts. And you are a hero! Old Man Dao, you have been sharpening your sword here for decades. Should this sword be born? With Ye Wu's sacrifice to the sword, maybe you can break the cage and confinement."
The old man named Dao was silent for a moment before he said, "I may not be able to kill him when I fight Ye Wu. If he wants to escape, I will be hard to guard against."
Mr. Hua smiled and said, "No need to worry, you can take action. In the ancient martial arts world, there are many people who want Ye Wu's life."
The old man named Dao's eyes moved slightly. The next moment, the palm of his hand slashed down. The piece of firewood was split into pieces, neatly and neatly. A sharp fighting spirit suddenly burst out from his eyes, causing the world to tremble. He said, "I still owe you a favor. Since you speak, I will do this. I have sharpened my knife here for decades, and this knife will rust even if it doesn't need it."
"good!"
Mr. Hua laughed faintly.
The old man named Dao's eyes were sharp, like a knife ray cut through the air—
Maybe it's time for me to be born!
In this world of great struggle, how can we prove the most powerful?
There were two great Yamas in the ancient martial arts world.
The living ghost doctor of the Yama, the flesh and bones of life and death, and the body of human flesh and bones are extraordinary and saints.
But there is another Yama - the dead Yama!
He takes action like a knife, slaughtering all living beings, and he will never have any living words.
If I don’t go down the mountain, maybe the ancient martial arts world will forget that there is still the existence of Knife Yan Luo.