In a land surrounded by beautiful mountains and clear waters, surrounded by mist, stands a unique wooden house.
The wooden house is built near the lake, and the gentle breeze creates ripples on the water.
At this time, outside the wooden house, there were waves of sword whistling sounds, the sharp sword energy filled the air, and branches and leaves were flying all over the sky.
Looking closely, among the falling leaves, a young and beautiful girl of seventeen or eighteen years old is waving a sword, with various postures, as if she is dancing, which is very ornamental.
Next to the girl, there was a wicker chair. Sitting on the wicker chair was a middle-aged man, looking at the girl intently with admiration in his eyes.
After a moment passed, the girl stood up with her sword, took a breath, then turned to look at the middle-aged man on the wicker chair, and said with a smile: "Master, how are you?"
"Not bad." The middle-aged man praised: "You have mastered some of the essence, but you still need to continue to work hard." After saying this, the middle-aged man changed the topic and said: "Now that you have achieved a small level of cultivation, you can
It’s time to go out and explore for a while.”
The girl pouted and said: "What is there to do? The fairy world is peaceful now. There are not many bad guys. Even if there are, they have been dealt with by Senior Feng. Master, I will still stay with you.
Bar."
The middle-aged man looked at the girl dotingly and said, "It's not like Master can't take care of himself, so he doesn't need you to accompany him. Besides, after you leave, I can also find time to meet my old friends."
The girl half-crouched in front of the middle-aged man, holding her cheek with one hand and said: "I don't know how the second master is doing now. It's been several years and there is no news at all."
"Don't worry, your second master is just pursuing his goal, nothing will happen to him. What's more, no matter who in the Three Realms is his opponent, thank God as long as he doesn't bully them."
Hearing this, the girl laughed and said: "Master, Second Master has his pursuit, don't you?"
"Me?" The middle-aged man raised his head and looked at the clouds as white as snow, a complex emotion flashing through his cloudy eyes.
"Cheng Cheng, in the eyes of the world, Master is not a good person because my hands are stained with too much blood. However, although Master does not distinguish between good and evil, I am not cold-blooded. In the battle that year, Leng Xuan disappeared from the Three Realms
I didn't know life or death. Originally I was determined to die and wanted to die with Yan Yun, but I survived. I owe this kindness to Leng Xuan. Therefore, after the war ended that year, I promised Feng Lie that from now on
I will never disrupt the order of the Three Realms. If necessary, I will try my best to help. This is the only thing I can do to help Leng Xuan, as repaying him for saving his life."
"So, Master, you have been living in seclusion here?"
"That's right. Master has experienced too much and has seen through everything. Now, for me, being ordinary is the best ending. Cheng Cheng, the world from now on belongs to you. I hope you will not let down Master's teachings."
"Master, don't worry, I will definitely be a person who upholds justice like my elder brother."
"Justice?" The middle-aged man smiled faintly and murmured: "Then your road ahead may become very bumpy."
As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man flicked his wrist, and with a touch of golden light, a crystal clear sword immediately appeared in his hand.
"Cheng Cheng, since you want to inherit Leng Xuan's ambition, then I'll give you this sword."
Yuan Chengcheng's eyes lit up and he said in surprise: "The Heaven-defying Sword?"
"Yes, this is Leng Xuan's portable sword. I picked it up when I was cleaning the battlefield. It had become incomplete at the time. Later I found a way to repair it. However, the sword spirit has been lost, and now the Heaven-defying Sword
Just an ordinary sword."
"Thank you, Master."
"Okay! Go ahead and do what you want to do. Just come back and see Master when you have time." After saying that, the middle-aged man stood up and walked into the wooden house behind him.
As the door closes, all past events, including the name of Demon Ancestor, may become a grain of sand in the long river of history and be buried forever...
(Originally, I thought this ending was very meaningful, but since most of my friends objected, I will comply with everyone’s request and everything that has not yet been explained will be explained in the extra chapter, but it will not be updated every day, maybe once every few days.)