In the middle of a lush and vast sea of trees, a huge yellow-brown cliff stands quietly, like a triangular cake that has been cut out separately. The cliff is alone in the depths of the green sea of trees. There are wisps of white clouds floating around.
The top of the cliff is flat and covered with dark brown moss.
call!!!
A whistling sound suddenly sounded in the gloomy and gray sky.
At the tip of the triangular cliff, a dark red cross sword fell from the sky, spinning like a red wheel, and plunged into the edge of the cliff.
Clang!!
There was a crisp sound, and most of the sword blade was inserted into the cliff, leaving only a section of the hilt exposed. The guard of the hilt was a coiled black and red strange scorpion, which looked extremely ferocious.
Suddenly, the sword shook momentarily, and a little red light flew out from the hilt, flying towards the sky and disappearing in a flash.
Time passes slowly and day and night alternate. As spring turns to winter, the mountain cliffs are covered with a thick layer of white snow, which then slowly melts. Not long after, it is covered with white snow again.
Cha Cha Cha
The wind was howling, and the entire cliff and the sea of trees were completely plunged into a world of white snow.
On the plane of the cliff top, there were clear sounds of trampling on the snow, which kept ringing rhythmically.
Soon, a white-haired old man carrying a medicine basket appeared next to the dark red sword.
"There is actually a sword here?" The old man carried a half-filled medicine basket and walked to the dark red cross sword. He squatted down and took a closer look. "This is the top of the green leaves. Who else would come here besides collecting medicine?
Are they those mountain climbers?"
The old man murmured in a low voice. He noticed that the surface of the cross sword was covered with black and red rust, and the hilt was also covered with green moss.
He stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword and pulled it out hard, but there was no reaction at all.
"So deep!" The old man shook his head. "Weird" the language in his mouth was actually clear chaotic language.
After hesitating beside the red sword for a while, the sky gradually darkened, and the old man finally left with regret.
After more than ten days of alternating night and day, it was a sunny morning.
Three or four more figures climbed up the cliff. One of them was the old herb collector who had been here before, and the other three were young men and women wearing tight-fitting black and green clothes. They were only seventeen or eighteen years old.
"Grandpa Matu, is the strange sword you mentioned up here?" a young girl asked curiously.
"It's right there, go and see for yourselves." The old man pointed to the red sword on the edge of the cliff in the distance.
The three young men suddenly cheered and rushed towards the strange sword stuck upside down on the ground.
The three of them surrounded the red sword and began to use shovels to try to dig out the surrounding rocks, but they tried for a long time to no avail. The rocks here were extremely hard, and the red sword could only cut through no matter how high it was dropped from the sky.
Such a small depth cannot be dug with their metal tools.
"I don't know who read too many novels on purpose. He inserted a sword here on purpose. Forget it, stop playing and go back."
"Yes, this kind of workmanship and newness can only be made by people today. I guess someone is playing a bad joke here."
Two men and one woman dug around the red sword for a long time, only digging out a little bit of moss and black soil on the surface. Finally they became impatient. It was not until the sky gradually darkened that they reluctantly left.
As spring turns to winter, people watching the strange sword come and go. Many people try to dig out the strange sword, but there is no way.
I don't know how many years have passed.
The long red sword was covered in layers of black ash with countless dust, forming a hard sword-shaped shell. The entire sword body became thicker and larger.
Gradually, the entire metal surface of the long sword was covered with black, gray, and black soil, and its appearance completely changed into a dark brown stone pillar. A stone pillar whose surface was shaped like a long sword.
The surface of the black stone pillar is also covered with dark green moss, and several tender green plants slowly bloom, bear fruit, and then wither.
Beside the sword, people came and went.
At the beginning, there were a lot of people, and they came every year. Suddenly, for a period of time, no one came here anymore.
The sword-shaped stone pillars gradually changed from rumors to history, then to legends, and finally were completely forgotten.
No one comes here anymore, and the sword-shaped stone pillar becomes thicker and thicker, becoming no different from an ordinary stone pillar. The entire shape is covered with layers of dust, and no sword shape can be seen anymore.
On the triangular stone cliff, herb collectors, tourists, and some mountain climbing enthusiasts have come. Occasionally, soldiers in dark green military uniforms and fugitives have also come. Some people have even died on the top of the cliff.
Flocks of birds occasionally land on the stone pillars, and sometimes monkeys climb up.
All kinds of people and animals came and left.
The altitude here is very high and it is inaccessible. It is only inhabited once every many years.
Unconsciously, time flies by. Another hundred years have passed.
a hundred years later
The spring sunshine appears pale golden and evenly shines on the entire cliff surface, bright but not too hot.
On the edge of the dark brown cliff, a black-haired boy in black sportswear was climbing up the cliff with difficulty along a thick rope with climbing claws.
He was sweating profusely, his skin was slightly dark, and his facial features looked normal individually, but when combined, they gave people a deformed and ugly look.
The young man looked extremely tired, but his black eyes were extremely bright and tenacious. He was extremely strong. As soon as he climbed up from the edge of the cliff, he turned over and lay on his back on the ground, gasping for air.
"This is the top of the green leaves? It's far from the main peak of the Andi Mountains." The young man shook his head with a disappointed look on his face. He stood up and walked straight towards the only black stone pillar in front of him.
Walk to the stone pillar and hold on to it, overlooking the entire sea of trees.
The young man took a deep breath, exhaled slowly and evenly according to the rhythm of nine times, and slowly blew out a bunch of white air from his mouth.
He let go of his hands, stood up straight, and moved his arms forward. With a pop, a layer of black ash spread all over his body, and it was slowly blown away by the wind. It was the dirt and dust on his clothes from climbing up the mountain.
After the young man dispersed the dust, he stood by the stone pillar and began to punch one after another. His movements were slow and powerful, as if there were two heavy objects hanging on his hands. He raised his hands calmly and naturally. His steps were light and nimble as he moved.
An old ape in the mountains.
As the punches were struck over and over again, steam slowly rose from the top of the boy's head.
Suddenly, he swung his arms and slammed against the only black stone pillar.
Bang!
His palm left two clear fingerprints on the stone pillar.
call
The young man slowly exhaled a breath of white air, stood up straight, closed his eyes and breathed slowly.
"It has been three years since I came here from Gulamia Peak and I haven't slacked off at all every day, but I still can't break through the last step and enter the legendary realm of knights."
He looked straight ahead of the cliff. On the horizon of the vast sea of trees, a pale golden round sun was slowly rising.
"Legendary knight-level masters, thousands of troops and horses can move unimpeded, and can easily break even the hardest rocks and metals with every movement. Unfortunately, now that the Ji Dao has declined, individual strength is far from being as strong as the collective strength. No matter how strong the individual is, it cannot be compared to firearms.
One shot"
The young man sat cross-legged and looked calmly at the sea of trees below the cliff.
The breeze blew, the forest sea was turbulent, and there were bursts of buzzing sounds. A group of blue birds took off from the woods and soared into the distance.
"It's a pity that I can't witness the glorious era of the ancient masters of Mingta Kingdom."
beep
Suddenly, a sharp sound came from the young man's waist.
He frowned, took off a black leather case from his waistband, and opened the button of the leather case. Inside was a circular display. A line of Chaos language text was displayed in black and white.
The young man looked at the text on the monitor, a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes. He pinched a button on the top of the circular monitor.
A woman's anxious voice suddenly came from the monitor.
"Song Xiaoyun, are you in trouble?! There are people from the army looking for you everywhere! Now the whole hotel has been ransacked! Just stay outside and don't come back! Don't come back!!"
"What's going on?" Young Song Xiaoyun frowned even deeper.
"I don't know. Anyway, it's safest for you to stay outside now! Remember! Go and don't come back! Before I find out the situation!" The woman's voice suddenly broke off.
Song Xiaoyun suddenly felt irritated. He turned off the communicator, stuffed it into the leather holster and put it back in its place.
He grew up without a father or a mother. He was an orphan. After living in an orphanage until he was ten years old, he was adopted by an old martial artist. He lived in a declining martial arts school and became the old martial artist's son.
The martial artist only has one daughter, who treats him very well, and almost all his dreams of finding the ancient Yakuza are placed on his son.
Song Xiaoyun was also extremely enthusiastic about the Ji Dao and practiced martial arts with a martial artist to lay the foundation. Unfortunately, his qualifications were not good. Five years passed and he only had some external strength. His body was also considered strong. But unfortunately, he still could not follow the martial artist's expectations.
Break through the extreme realm.
The martial artist was disappointed, but fortunately after adopting Song Xiaoyun, he took in two more apprentices, one boy and one girl, and trained them since childhood. In fact, they surpassed Song Xiaoyun by a lot. Although he did not break through to the extreme realm, his external strength was much stronger.
Song Xiaoyun was also extremely disappointed with himself, so he simply went out alone to a desolate place, using the sky as his bed and the earth as his bed, vowing to pursue a breakthrough in the extreme realm.
In today's society, personal Yakuza is far from the mainstream. Firearms made with blue fluorite as energy are the main force. Even strong knights who are new to the Yakuza can only defeat three or more firearms.
As a result, war machines such as cannons, tanks, and airplanes that appeared later became more and more powerful, and individual strength became smaller and smaller in this environment. Until now, it has been reduced to a fitness project.
Recalling these, Song Xiaoyun took a deep breath helplessly, stretched out his hand and carefully touched the two handprints he had just made on the stone pillar.
Suddenly, stones began to fall down layer by layer from the surface of the stone pillar, and layers continued to fall down. The entire stone pillar actually began to shed layers of stone shells.
Song Xiaoyun was shocked and retreated sharply. Every time he took two steps back, he saw that the stone pillar almost completely collapsed, revealing a red sword stuck on the ground inside.
"This is?!" Song Xiaoyun was slightly startled, and suddenly a red light flashed in his eyes.
Buzz!!
The ground began to shake violently, and the red sword flew out with a screeching sound, turning into a red line and piercing Song Xiaoyun's forehead.
hiss
The blade of the sword pierced the center of Song Xiaoyun's eyebrows like lightning, as if drilling into a bottomless pit. The entire red sword penetrated from beginning to end into the center of Song Xiaoyun's eyebrows, leaving only a black and red scorpion mark that flickered slowly.
Song Xiaoyun stood there blankly, letting the sword pierce his head. In an instant, everything returned to calm.
The red light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, becoming more and more dazzling.