In the north of Zhongzhou, there is a famous mountain named Wangchuan.
I don't know how high the Wangchuan River is, how many thousands of feet it is, but I only know that the clouds are not as high as the mountainside.
There are clouds and fog in the mountains, so most of the time travelers looking from a distance cannot see the top of the mountain. They can only see the sun shining on the green mountains. Looking from a distance, it seems as if the green trees are coated with a layer of golden light.
If the weather is fine, brave travelers can look up and see the snow-capped mountain. It is majestic and majestic, seemingly far away and yet close. It is like a pillar of heaven and earth coming towards you. It is shocking. Your eyes look at the line of white snow in the sky. The closer you get, the more beautiful it becomes.
To feel that kind of greatness, it is not like the ordinary world.
Because, there really are immortals living on this Wangchuan River.
A peerless figure who can teach all the demons in the world not to dare to enter Zhongzhou even if he is alone here, Liu Xian Lu Zu.
On this day, there were overcast clouds above Wangchuan River, and there were no travelers at the bottom of the mountain. Therefore, no one could witness the celestial blue light that shot from the far sky, streaking across the sky like a meteor in the dark night, which seemed real, illusory, and like rain and thunder.
It's dawn in an instant.
The green light fell on the mountainside, and a middle-aged man wearing a blue robe appeared on the stone steps. His eyebrows were aligned, and his eyes were like deep pools. If it weren't for the slovenly stubble on his face, it would have ruined the whole face.
In terms of appearance, it looks a bit like a fairy.
The sloppy Taoist first frowned slightly and looked up at the top of the snow-capped mountain, then turned to look at the piercingly cold word "Jian Zong" written on the boulder beside him. He leaned over and swept up the mountain. He looked like a leopard and was as quick as an arrow.
, just before he set off, a ray of green light hanging above his head disappeared into the scabbard on his back like lightning, leaving only the gray plain hilt outside, with no trace of it visible.
Extraordinary.
The mountain peaks were high and the stone steps were steep, but the slovenly Taoist's feet felt like flat ground. With his hands behind his back, his figure was almost touching the stone steps, and he could jump over dozens of steps with every tap of his feet.
Soon, the first person appeared in his sight. That person was standing in front of the thatched cottage under a huge tree next to the stone steps. He had a sword on his back and was silently saluting him. The sloppy Taoist looked at him with a look.
He nodded slightly, but his feet kept flying past him, followed by the second person, then the third person, and it wasn't until...the 2998th person that the sloppy Taoist stopped, and the stone steps
Not far away are two small wooden houses, and a tall middle-aged man is already standing at the door of one of them.
This place is already at an extremely high position on Wangchuan Mountain, not far from the snow line accumulated over thousands of years. The cold wind is biting and biting to the bone, but the man only has a thin layer of snow-like gown, and he is carrying an equally thin and dusty robe.
The dye was like a jade white sword, the jade hairpin on the bun was like ice, and the eyes were as cold as snow mountains. Even if his thin lips were still smiling, no one could feel the slightest warmth.
Seeing the sloppy Taoist arriving, the smile on his lips widened slightly, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, let's go up the mountain."
The slovenly Taoist nodded with a serious face, and walked side by side with the cold middle-aged man on the stone steps in a hurry and said, "The last time I saw you, Master's breath was as calm as the sea. How come it's only been a few months?"
Is this the time when my skills have reached this point?" The cold middle-aged man's smile gradually faded away, and his face immediately turned cold. He pointed to the sky, "Even Master can't predict destiny..."
The sloppy Taoist immediately stopped talking. The two of them walked forward silently. They seemed to be walking leisurely up the stone steps, but they were walking several feet at a time. The speed was really not slow. In the blink of an eye, they entered the land covered with ice and snow. There was no grass growing here, even the stone steps.
There was a thick layer of ice on the top of the mountain, and the stone steps became steeper as they got closer to the top of the mountain. For mortals, even experienced climbers would inevitably slip down and die, but these two people were not affected at all. Soon,
When we reached the top of the mountain and passed through a huge stone gate with exquisite carvings, we suddenly became enlightened.
It turns out that the top of Wangchuan Mountain is actually a smooth platform like a mirror, with a radius of hundreds of meters, covered with the same ice and snow, but extremely unnatural, as if someone had flattened the top of the mountain with a sword.
There is a stone house standing alone on the cliff edge on the platform. In the open space next to the stone house, a green ancient pine stands proudly. Its roots penetrate deeply into the ice and rocks. No matter whether it is ice, snow or strong wind, it has not been bent in the slightest.
It is incompatible with the surrounding scenery.
There is a dark and round stone under the ancient pine. The strange thing is that the stone is not invaded by ice and snow. It was just casually thrown on the edge of the cliff. A small part is already hanging out. It looks very dangerous. The stone has white beard and white hair.
The old man didn't care at all. He just sat there quietly, cross-legged, like a sharp sword unsheathed. The strong wind on the top of the mountain could not move his hair or hair.
"You're back," the old man said with his back to the two people behind him, his voice was firm and steady, clear and clean, without any of the hoarseness and deepness of the elderly.
The cold middle-aged man didn't move, and the slovenly Taoist bowed deeply and said, "Yes, Master."
After a period of silence, the old man spoke again, "Logically speaking, I should still have some time and would not call you back from there so early, but God's will is unpredictable and even more difficult to violate. Since you come back today, then today is the day."
The sloppy Taoist was shocked, lowered his head and said nothing.
"Why is it so," the old man seemed to have an insight into the world, smiled for a while and then said warmly, "The Ding Kingdom was founded, and it flourished for three hundred years and then declined for three hundred years. Because I went against the grain and continued for another three hundred years. Now that I am dead,
It is fate that the Great Cauldron will also perish. There is no need to do anything against the will of heaven, but..." His voice gradually became heavier, "But the Great Cauldron can perish, but the human race's orthodoxy cannot perish. Zhongzhou is the Zhongzhou of the human race. Billions of people
The people can only respect the emperor of the human race."
The two bowed and said yes.
"Zhongzhou is vast and rich, and has been managed by the human race for nearly a thousand years. It is helpless for the four barbarians to covet it. Now that I die, the big demon will come, and Zhongzhou will inevitably be in war. When Zhongzhou is in chaos, it is only a matter of time before thousands of demons enter the game to fight for luck," the old man said lightly
After sighing, he continued, "Last night, I used three years of life as a divination, and I could only vaguely get a sentence: 'The true dragon is planted in the houses of the princes.' Since the Sword Sect was born to suppress the destiny of the human race, this time the human race is in great danger."
The calamity is about to enter the world. As for whose family the true dragon seed fell into...Three Thousand Sword Cultivators, it all depends on chance..."
The two looked at each other and bowed in agreement. After another period of silence, the old man sighed again, "Go ahead."
The cold middle-aged man bowed deeply and then turned around and left without any trace of sloppiness. However, the sloppy Taoist hesitated to leave even though he wanted to speak.
"It comes from nothingness and returns to nothingness. There is nothing to worry about, just go ahead," the old man shook his head.
Upon hearing this, the sloppy Taoist knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times. After getting up, he bowed deeply to the old man's back before turning around and leaving.
After the two of them had walked for a long time, and even only a few Taoist boys watching the mountains were left in Wangchuan, the old man slowly raised his head to look at the sky, and murmured as if to himself, "This time, a hundred years have passed, but I haven't seen my old friend.
From the sky, I think you are also waiting for the day when I die. Since Lu Xuan is about to die and you don't come to compete with me for the third sword, even though Zhongzhou is big, there will be no one worthy of your action within three years...
...On the other hand, there are a few characters among the Nine Saints among the four barbarians who are worthy of Lu Xuan drawing his sword to win. For the sake of the connection between the two swords, you can go there first."
The world is silent except for the sound of wind.
The old man lowered his head and fell into meditation for a long time before looking up at the sky again. "It is inevitable that the general trend of the world will divide and merge. However, all sentient beings will be wiped out together in the great catastrophe. It will be of no use to you. Since the true dragon is planted in the houses of the princes, why not as soon as possible..."
After a long time, the old man shook his head and stood up slowly. With a wave of his hand, an ancient sword that was as black as gold and as wood hung three inches from his hand. "Since I, Lu Xuan, owe everything to all living beings in the world, I should repay it," he said.
At the end, the ancient sword disappeared without a trace. The next moment, a white light penetrated the sky, opening a heavenly gate in the dark clouds that had gathered for many days.
The old man suddenly became so heroic that he looked up to the sky and laughed, "Lv Xuan still has nine breaths left, and he can kill the nine great monsters from all over the world!"
The sound shook thousands of miles!
Heaven and earth are suffocating!
I don't know how long it took, but nine figures dropped down from the only light pillar in the sky and hung in the air. Under the golden light, no one could see their faces clearly. They could only feel the ethereal aura of fairy spirit coming from them crazily.
Escape!
At this moment, the old man did not look at them, but stood on the black stone and looked at the turbulent river at the foot of Wangchuan Mountain with a complicated expression.
The ancient sword that had returned to his palm was humming without knowing when. Suddenly, the ancient sword flashed nine times in a row, and the nine figures in the sky exploded into nine handfuls of smoke and rain, falling to the world!!
Then, the white light faded and the dark clouds returned.
The tip of the ancient sword, which was originally pointing straight upward, slowly drooped. The old man stretched out his hand to touch the hilt of the sword, but when he was about to touch it, his body turned into smoke and dust and was blown away by the strong wind on the top of the mountain, leaving no trace.
.
The ancient sword seemed to have lost its soul in an instant, falling straight down into the river.
Just under the cliff where the ancient sword fell, is a scene that the old man has seen every day for hundreds of years.
The famous Nu River in mainland China is roaring and coming from the north.
After hitting Wangchuan, all the anger seemed to be calmed down, and he started to go eastward along the river.