Ziwei Mountain integrates strange mountains and rocks, natural caves, valleys and streams, making the mountain's canyons deep, valleys, green pools intertwined, and waterfalls cascading, making it beautiful.
A large number of tourists come to Ziwei Mountain every year.
Tourists who are familiar with Ziwei Mountain know that deep in Ziwei Mountain, there is a farmhouse on a cliff. There is 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 longed for.
There is an old man living in this farmhouse. He looks young, at least over 70 years old, but he is still very healthy. Tourists who go deep into Ziwei Mountain often encounter this old man and go to the farmhouse.
Whether you want to take a break or ask for a cup of tea, this old man is always welcome to come, and he is very enthusiastic.
At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and the afterglow enveloped the mountains.
In the deep mountain road, an old man in coarse linen clothes walked into this simple and ordinary farmhouse carrying a bundle of firewood. As soon as he entered the farmhouse, a big yellow dog jumped up and surrounded the old man and kept barking.
"Go on, I didn't catch any delicious game to feed you this time."
The old man spoke and waved towards the big yellow dog.
Entering the farmhouse, the old man untied the firewood and threw it on the ground.
At this moment, a leisurely voice came -
"The house is in a human environment, without the noise of horses or carriages.
I ask you, how can you do this? Your mind is far away and you are biased.
Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see Nanshan Mountain.
The mountain air is getting better day by day and the birds are flying back and forth.
There is a true meaning in this, but I have forgotten to explain it."
Hearing this, the old man was not surprised. He turned around and saw an old man walking slowly. This old man had gray hair and an old face, but his burly body still appeared upright and his body was full of energy.
With a majestic and majestic aura, he is like a general sitting on the battlefield with thousands of troops in hand!
"Old Man Hua? It's really rare that you, an old man, don't stay in the capital. You came to this deep mountain and wild forest to talk to me about old times? I'm afraid it's not that simple."
The old man in the farmhouse spoke. He only looked at the majestic old man and ignored the guard beside him.
The person who came turned out to be Old General Hua Xiong, and the guard beside him was Xue Feng.
Mr. Hua chuckled, then walked into the farmhouse and sat on a bench in the front yard of the farmhouse. Xue Feng did not step into the farmhouse. He stood at the door of the farmhouse, his breath restrained, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, monitoring
Follow every move around you.
"Old Dao, it's been a while since I last saw you, right? Time is not forgiving. You are getting older, and I am getting older." Hua Lao said with emotion.
The old man surnamed Dao also sat down on a low stool. His skin was dark and fleshy. Although he was old, his skin looked like it was plated with a layer of black iron, exuding a hard and cold texture.
"Old man Hua, why do you come to me to lament how ruthless the years are? I know your old guy's character, and your way of hurting spring and autumn has nothing to do with you. Tell me, why do you come to me?" said the old man surnamed Dao.
He said straight to the point.
"How can I say that you and I were once comrades-in-arms and even old friends? Why don't you come all the way and not even offer us tea?" Mr. Hua asked with a smile.
"That's all. You are also a highly respected veteran general and cannot be neglected. Just wait while I chop wood for a fire and make a pot of tea."
The old man named Dao opened his mouth, picked up the firewood on the ground, and started to chop it.
Others chop wood with knives and axes.
What the old man named Dao stretched out was his palm, a palm of flesh and blood.
The old man surnamed Dao had his five fingers together, his palm like a knife, and his aura fluctuated slightly. In an instant, the aura condensed in this palm seemed to turn into a giant knife that stretched between heaven and earth!
The atmosphere in the entire farmhouse suddenly became chilly, and only a biting coldness rose in the farmhouse, which was extremely terrifying and frightening.
laugh!
There was a sharp sound like a long knife cutting through the air. The old man named Dao had already slashed down with his condensed palm knife, and there was a hint of holy power in it.
The firewood in his hand was immediately split into two halves, and the fracture was smooth and smooth.
Even a really sharp hatchet may not be able to produce such an effect.
fear!
The strength of the old man surnamed Dao has reached a terrifying level that is unpredictable.
Mr. Hua seemed not surprised by this scene. He asked: "You haven't broken through yet?"
He knew in his heart that the purpose of the old man surnamed Dao who had lived in seclusion in this deep mountain for decades was not only to cultivate his moral character, but also to hone his martial arts in order to break through the confinement.
After hearing this, the old man named Dao shook his head and said: "We can't break through. The way to break through is blocked, and my sword may not be able to break through. Not only me, the ancient martial arts world is those who hide in the small world."
The old monsters are all the same, they can't break through the door blocking the road."
Hua Lao'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 surnamed Dao shrank slightly, and the action of condensing the sword's intention to chop wood stagnated for a moment, and then said with great confidence: "I can't, and neither can Ye Wu."
"What are your chances of winning against Ye Wu?" Mr. Hua asked.
The old man named Dao looked at Mr. Hua, frowned, and asked, "What do you mean?"
"I want you to go down the mountain and intercept Ye Wusheng." Mr. Hua said bluntly.
"Ye Wu..." The old man surnamed Dao was silent for a while, and then said, "Ye Wu's martial arts fell into decline and disappeared. From that time on, Ye Wu was no longer my target to hone his martial arts and sword skills. Until he came back again,
retreat saint
In a battle with one against four, there are two powerful men in the Great Sage Realm. Ye Wu is still the same Ye Wu as before. Even if his martial arts falls, he can still find a different path to martial arts. Only in this way can he be worthy of becoming the most powerful man in the world.
An admirable opponent."
Mr. Hua said: "In the martial arts lineage, Ye Wu can be regarded as a hero. And you are a hero! Old man Dao, you have been sharpening knives here for decades. Is it time for this knife to be born? With Ye
With the martial sacrificial sword, maybe you can break that prison."
The old man surnamed Dao was silent for a moment, and then said: "Ye Wu and I may not be able to kill him. If he wants to escape, I will not be able to prevent him."
Hua Lao 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 eyes of the old man surnamed Dao moved slightly. The next moment, he slashed down with the palm knife in his hand, and the piece of firewood was torn apart neatly. A fighting intent as sharp as a knife suddenly burst out from his eyes, causing the whole world to tremble.
, he said: "I still owe you a favor. Since you asked, I will accept the matter. I have been sharpening my knife here for decades, and this knife will rust if I don't use it anymore."
"good!"
Mr. Hua laughed lightly.
The eyes of the old man named Dao were as sharp as a knife cutting through the sky——
Maybe it’s time for me to be born!
In this world of great contention, if we don’t fight, how can we prove our power?
There were two major Yamas in the ancient martial arts world.
The living Yama ghost doctor is made of human flesh and white bones, and his medical skills are extraordinary and holy.
But there is another Yama—the dead Yama!
His hands are like swords, killing all living beings, leaving no one alive.
If I don't go down the mountain, maybe the ancient martial arts world will forget that Dao Yanluo still exists.