This is Feng Dao Pavilion.
Ten years ago, there was no such place in the world. But when he lived in this mountain and built this pavilion, there was.
No matter Kunlun or Bashan, no place is named because of the people living there. Only Feng Dao Pavilion is an exception.
No one in the world knows the origin of his swordsmanship or who he studied under. Even the most well-informed Tianji Tower knows very little about it. They only know that he was once the young master of the Yi family. When he was eight years old, his family was exterminated by his enemies. Later he disappeared. Ten years later, it suddenly appeared out of thin air.
On the top of Mount Huashan, the man was holding a Heaven-washing Sword. His sword was like a god. He fought against the four great masters of creation and won great victories. Then he went outside the pass and fought against Khitan Yelu Abaoji, and won again. Since then, he has become the strongest sword sect in the world, and is respected by all swordsmen in the world, and is known as "Bantian Fengyu".
For some reason, after that, he lived in seclusion in the mountains and never stepped into the rivers and lakes again. He found a pavilion in the mountains called Fengdao and lived alone.
No longer using the knife, Feng Dao went into seclusion, so it was called Feng Dao.
Later, after Jianghu swordsmen learned about it, they went there one after another, just to have a glimpse of it. Regardless of his talent, as long as someone becomes his disciple and that person's character is upright enough, he will accept him as his disciple.
After another ten years of this, Feng Dao Pavilion has become the largest sword sect in the world, with nearly ten creation swordsmen working for it, and as many as a hundred masters of the Shen Tai.
It's not like no one asked him where he learned this martial arts. He just smiled and said nothing, obviously not wanting to say more. When asked why he retired, he said: "What about being the best swordsman in the world? Once you have achieved it, that's it. I don't want to play anymore." Other than that, he said nothing.
Yi Haichao sat by the pavilion, leaning on the pillars of the pavilion, recalling the past, and felt filled with emotion.
This place is a forbidden area in Feng Dao Pavilion, and it is also a place where he comes from time to time. Except for him, no one is allowed to come here. Anyone who violates this rule, no matter who he is, will be killed without mercy!
Yi Haichao poured himself a glass of wine and drank alone under the moonlight. The soft moonlight shone on him, taking away some of the sword intent, and it seemed to become extremely sharp.
Yi Haichao was a little drunk and waved his hand, suppressing the sword intent around him and not letting the moonlight go away.
Whenever this happens, Yi Haichao always thinks of the conversation he had with his master.
The young man said: "Master, can light and shadow really hurt people?"
"Of course, Master, when have I ever lied to you?"
The young man said again: "Master, when I reach the peak of my practice, can I use my light to hurt others at any time?"
"Silly boy. When you become a master, the light and shadow will no longer be able to hurt anyone."
The young man was greatly puzzled and said: "Master, this disciple is confused. After practicing to a great extent, doesn't it mean that light shines on the body, and one can hurt people on his own without expending mental effort? Why do you still call it a great achievement, Master, when you can't hurt others?"
"You will understand later."
However, Yi Haichao never had the chance to understand again.
"Master, I miss you."
Once upon a time, when he was still a disciple, every time his master saw him, he would tell him to practice hard and not to be like him in the future, so useless that even the people closest to him would not want to see him.
Yi Haichao cried. Two lines of clear tears slid down his handsome face, dripping straight to the ground. The tears also contained the intention of the sword, and a small hole appeared on the ground.
"Master, I want to be you, a knight who enjoys vengeance and is the fourth best knight in the world!"
"But I hope you are better than me."
Master...
Yi Haichao huddled up and cried like a child.
"I'm sorry, Master, it's a family feud, I have to..."
If there were any outsiders here, they would be extremely surprised - the No. 1 swordsman in the world, the Chief of Fengdao Pavilion who is not ranked under the Sword Master, would actually cry like this at this moment.
At this time, a pigeon suddenly flew from a distance until it landed in front of Yi Haichao. Yi Haichao wiped away his tears, stepped forward quickly, and took off the small paper roll tied to the homing pigeon's feet. Judging from his appearance, it was obvious that he attached great importance to the scroll.
Yi Haichao opened the scroll and after just one glance, he could no longer suppress his anger. A sword intent broke through the top of the pavilion and went straight into the sky. In an instant, several masters of creation in the Fengdao Pavilion were awakened and looked in the direction of Yi Haichao, frowning.
What's wrong with the pavilion chief?
There was only one sentence on the scroll - Kuai Jian was ambushed by nine people outside Chang'an City. He was seriously injured and escaped without trace.
who are they? How dare you hurt my master!
Yi Haichao's peerless sword intention crazily leaked out, gradually forming a wind circle and gradually sweeping around. Wherever it passes, not a blade of grass grows, and every living thing is lost. The thatched pavilion behind him was the first to be hit. It could no longer hold up and collapsed immediately.
"Wow--"
In the Fengdao Pavilion, the swordsman who was slightly closer to Yi Haichao felt a surge of supreme sword intent caught in the wind. Even the masters of creation felt dizzy at this time, with unbearable pain in their Dantian and nausea. Export blood.
"Pavilion Chief, be attentive and calm!" The masters of creation sent messages one after another, trying to stabilize Yi Haichao.
Yi Haichao turned a deaf ear. At this time, his eyes were red. He swung his right hand down hard and slashed a sword out of the air, slashing straight into the distance, leaving a deep knife mark on the ground.
In the knife mark, the knife's intention has not been dispersed, and it continues to corrode around, widening the knife mark. From a distance, this knife mark seems to be alive and growing.
Yi Haichao shook his left hand slightly, and the paper was shattered into pieces. Yi Haichao tried his best to withdraw his sword intent so that it would no longer sweep around, but the murderous intent in his heart became even stronger.
Missing?
I am his apprentice. Is it difficult to find the master?
The master only has two friends, the Sword Master and the Bow God. Now that he is seriously injured, he will definitely seek help from these two people.
The whereabouts of Gong Shen are so erratic that even the Tianji Tower has trouble tracking his whereabouts. Therefore, it is unlikely that Master will go looking for Gong Shen.
Then, it’s the Sword Master.
The Sword Master is the head of the Dugu family and has many affairs to deal with every day. He cannot wander around the rivers and lakes like Jiang Tianyi, but always lives in Fan Yang. If Master wants to seek help, he can only go to the Sword Master.
only……
Yi Haichao was a little puzzled - with his master's martial arts, even if those nine people were masters of creation, how could they possibly hurt him at all?
Yi Haichao stopped thinking about it, turned around, walked away, and walked down the mountain quickly.
Fengdaoting had many affairs, and there were many important things that Yi Haichaoyi had to win one by one, but he couldn't care about them at this time.
He just wanted to see his master.
Originally, I was going to Jiangnan to see her in a few days. But at this moment, Yi Haichao could no longer care about the love between his children.
"Sorry, Yanxia."
