Daojian Mountain is located in the south of Fengning City. The mountain is not high. It usually only takes three or four hours for climbers with good foot strength to reach the top.
However, until dusk, Ye Qingfeng was still nowhere to be seen on the top of the mountain.
Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, mountain climbing has been regarded as a top priority among monks. No one knows what happened on the mountaineering journey. People only know that regardless of their level of cultivation, these mountaineers often go through a long climb before successfully reaching the top.
When monks climb to the top, they are often accompanied by the appearance of visions of heaven and earth. Among monks, this is called the path to communicate with the gods, that is, the long steps to the sky.
People are in awe of the unknown, which leads to a widely circulated saying among monks that only the chosen ones can reach the top.
Some young talented monks did not believe in evil and climbed the mountain without authorization, but they came down the mountain in despair in less than a quarter of an hour.
People were curious about what happened on the mountain. The monk who was hailed as the Immortal of Formation by later generations had tears in his eyes and remained silent all day after he came down from the mountain. After repeated questioning, he said vaguely: "I have never felt that I So insignificant, so miserable.”
This made the monks even more curious about mountain climbing.
Different from the mountaineering journey that seems like playing house to others, for the climber himself, it is the most cherishable memory in this life.
A conversation that spans time and space, going upstream along the long river of time, the figure standing on the shore looks solemn and solemn.
At this moment, Ye Qingfeng came to a wooden house on the mountainside. Physically and mentally tired, he looked at the broken wooden door and solemnly bowed again and again.
Since going up the mountain, Ye Qingfeng's heart has been falling again and again, and lifting again and again.
He had begun to worry about whether he could continue on this journey.
It is said that when climbing a mountain, the former guardians will appear as people in the mountain, guide the mountain climbers, and also have discussions with them.
These gentlemen feel even more insignificant when they face them in person.
These guardians all retained the memories of their mountain climbing days and used their best to clear the obstacles in front of them.
Just yourself, can you really afford their expectations?
Ye Qingfeng took a sip of mountain spring water and looked at the setting sun. He closed his eyes gently, feeling particularly calm.
He has met six of the eight guardians in the history of Fenning City.
That familiar figure refused to see him.
"Can't you walk anymore? There are many wild animals in the mountains at night, so it's better for you to go up in the morning."
Ye Qingfeng was awakened by the sudden voice behind him. It was not the sudden appearance of the voice, but the owner of that voice... He was too familiar with it.
"senior!"
Ye Qingfeng suddenly burst into tears. He turned around and hugged the visitor.
"My little friend, you look familiar."
Xu Yuanxia was wearing a green robe and gently patted Ye Qingfeng's back.
"I'm sorry." Ye Qingfeng took two steps back. His eyes were a little red, but he still did not forget to salute Xu Yuanxia.
Xu Yuanxia smiled, grabbed Ye Qingfeng's hand, and walked towards the top of the mountain.
Along the way, Xu Yuanxia didn't talk about spiritual practice, nor did she discuss Taoism with Ye Qingfeng, but only talked about family affairs. Ye Qingfeng had a lot of things to say to this cultivator who worked for others until his death, but the words came to his lips but turned into one sentence.
Xu Yuanxia held Ye Qingfeng's hand like this, just like she had led him to buy candied haws in Kyoto many years ago.
"Although I don't know you, you look very much like an old friend I know. You must have suffered a lot to get here." Xu Yuanxia looked at Ye Qingfeng, the former guardian's eyes seemed to contain stars. Sparkling.
Ye Qingfeng nodded and shook his head, and finally grinned and said: "It's not bitter at all."
Xu Yuanxia touched Ye Qingfeng's head with kind eyes: "What a good boy... The time is up, go quickly."
After that, Xu Yuanxia pushed Ye Qingfeng gently. When Ye Qingfeng turned around, she had already reached the top of the mountain, but Xu Yuanxia had disappeared.
Ye Qingfeng stared blankly at the huge stone in front of him that represented the guardian's contract, and then looked back at the road he came from. With a bang, this talented cultivator with a prestigious reputation and family honor knelt down and burst into tears.
What Ye Qingfeng didn't know was that somewhere he couldn't see, Xu Yuanxia was silently watching his actions, and there was an old man with him.
"You did a good thing, otherwise you wouldn't have walked up the mountain. I'm afraid your feet will become weak and you won't even be able to take a step forward." The old man snorted coldly, looking at Xu Yuanxia's eyes filled with Ye Qingfeng.
"Senior's words are wrong." Xu Yuanxia touched the white whisk and said: "For some reason, I always feel that I have seen him somewhere. He has a kind heart and outstanding talent. I think the other six seniors must also have taken a fancy to this child. They will all show up in the future."
The old man was noncommittal and just looked at Ye Qingfeng, who was kneeling on the ground and crying loudly, as if he had thought of something.
"Speaking of which, if Senior doesn't show up, is it because he doesn't like this kid?"
Hearing this, the old man gently twirled his gray beard, shook his head and said: "How could it be? I wish I could pass on all the knowledge I have learned in my life to future generations, but what's the use of passing it on to someone who doesn't care about the common people."
Xu Yuanxia nodded lightly and couldn't help but sigh: "How can we ask others to do something that we can't even do?"
"No." The old man narrowed his eyes and suddenly said: "There will definitely be someone who chooses to take on responsibilities that do not belong to him for the sake of the world."
"We'll see." Xu Yuanxia said with a smile.
Ye Qingfeng was tired of crying. He lay on the ground and looked at the stars in the sky. It seemed that there was a breath blocking him in his heart, making him depressed.
When the sun's rays once again spread over the city, Ye Qingfeng finally stood up.
In front of an old stone platform at the top of the mountain, he respectfully offered incense, then cut his palm, and the blood fell into the ground.
In an instant, eight previous generation guardians appeared at the same time. They may be old or young, and they all wear Taoist robes or brocade or coarse white clothes. Everyone is different, but they all look at the young man in front of them with a smile.
Ye Qingfeng looked at the figures around him, and finally his eyes fell on Xu Yuanxia.
Xu Yuanxia had a smile in her eyes and nodded slightly.
Ye Qingfeng solemnly bowed to the guardians of past generations one by one, and finally stood in front of Xu Yuanxia.
Xu Yuanxia flicked the whisk, took out the seal symbolizing Fengning City from her arms, and handed it to Ye Qingfeng with her own hands.
Ye Qingfeng knelt on the ground and took the seal with both hands.
"I wish you good luck in martial arts."
Xu Yuanxia smiled and left her blessings to Ye Qingfeng.
"Draw the sword for the happiness of the people!"
A middle-aged guardian spoke out.
"Um!"
Ye Qingfeng nodded heavily, held back tears, and faced Fengning City. Standing here, he could see the city beneath him sleeping, like a fragile baby in need of care.
"I have wasted my time for twenty years, and now I am in my prime, and I am worthy of knowing a few things in the world." Ye Qingfeng murmured to himself, and this proud man of heaven finally lowered his head and walked down the altar that belonged to him.
Xu Yuanxia, who was in the last position, smiled even more. Yes, that's it. You are indeed the destined swordsman.
Differently, the old man standing at the top frowned when he saw this scene.
"Ye Qingfeng, what do you want?" The old man suddenly said.
"I want to be free in this world."
Ye Qingfeng's voice was not loud, but it echoed in every corner of Fengning. Demons trembled, rivers boiled, and birds flew up in fright.
"Okay." The old man smiled rarely, and his figure began to disappear.
The other guardians also disappeared one after another. When it was Xu Yuanxia's turn, he looked at Ye Qingfeng reluctantly and suddenly said: "I remember, Xiaoye..."
Ye Qingfeng trembled but did not turn around.
"Guard Fengning City for me." On the top of the mountain of Downward Sword, Xu Yuanxia placed all her hopes on Ye Qingfeng.
What the guardian wants to defeat is not the demon, but himself, his past and future self.
We all lose, but you will win.
On this day, an oath of oath exploded like thunder from the top of Daojian Mountain.
"The sun, the moon and the stars are the evidence, and the mountains and rivers are the oath. Anyone who invades our mountains and rivers will be killed by me with the sword in my hand! Wherever I look, it is a safe place in the world!"
Ye Qingfeng unsheathed his sword and inserted it heavily into the ground.
"Demons, devils and gods all listen to this. Fengning City will not allow you to act arrogantly."
Drawing out his sword, Ye Qingfeng held the seal in his hand and printed it heavily on the stone platform beside him.
Suddenly, a ray of light spread out from the top of the mountain, covering the entire Fenning City in the blink of an eye.
"All the cultivators in the world will listen to this. I will put an end to Feng Ning's injustice."
Finally, Ye Qingfeng looked at the rising sun, tightly grasped the long sword in his hand, and gently swung the sword towards the sky.
Suddenly, dark clouds appeared in the sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Soon it started to rain heavily.
After doing all this, Ye Qingfeng stood in the heavy rain, closed her eyes and let the rain wet her body.
Seniors, don't be too homesick. I am at home and will not let filth pollute your resting place.
Ye Qingfeng gritted her teeth, and the gloomy energy finally burst out in her heart.
At the top of Daojian Mountain, a figure flew up and flew to the sky above Fengning City.
That day in Fenning City, the water in the river surged, and it rained heavily for three days and nights. Like a madman, Ye Qingfeng deployed twenty-four formations in thirteen cities in Jiangnan in one day. Thanks to Ye Qingfeng, until the successor of the guardian, the three states in the south of the Yangtze River were still the most stable areas in China.
This is one of the reasons why people in later generations have a high opinion of Ye Qingfeng. Most historians believe that Ye Qingfeng is worthy of the title of genius of the world. Looking at the monks in the past hundred years, no one can surpass him.
Of course, some people still think this evaluation is exaggerated. The reason they gave was that Ye Qingfeng had neither participated in the counterattack nor had any experience under the demon-suppressing stone. It would be too casual to consider him a genius based solely on his achievements in suppressing demons, not to mention that Ye Qingfeng fell into silence for decades and lost the duel with Ye Yu when he was born again.
Because of Ye Yu's relationship, people are always full of curiosity about Ye Qingfeng, Ye Yu's nominal father, and many of them believe that Ye Qingfeng is innocent regardless of subjective factors.
But at that time, Ye Qingfeng had already been dead for many years, and probably only the two people who drew swords at each other in the Ye family compound that day could know what was right and wrong.
In the Jiangnan Military Region, Chen Jingzhi looked at the pouring rain, and a stone hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground.
To these monks, we will always owe them more.
Chen Jingzhi's eyes were complicated. He never understood why the sword immortal spread around the world but did not solve the life limit of human beings.
Rather than placing hope on an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years to save the common people, maybe the twenty-year-old young man in front of him is more like a person who can do such a thing.
Chen Jingzhi lowered his eyelids and admired these people from the bottom of his heart.
In Zhizhu Alley, Wang Wan lit the charcoal fire in the stove to make the room a little warmer. After changing into clean clothes, she hid under the quilt and looked at the heavy rain outside the window. She suddenly remembered that when she was young, her mother once told her that when it rains, it is the tears of the God of Rain in the sky.
The corners of Wang Wan's mouth raised, but her eyes were a little sad. She casually opened the "Hundred Sword Manual" borrowed from Xiao Li and read it carefully.
Ha, this book is so fake. How about "the best swordsman in the world"? Bragging! There are so many decent names, things like flying swords that kill people, and things like fire coming from the sky with just a swipe, how could there be such a nonsensical book?
Wang Wan was flipping through the book boredly, but suddenly thought that it would be great if she could also be the heroine in this book. Walking around the world, equipped with a sword, drinking wine, and drawing the sword when the road is rough!
Wang Wan looked at her slender hands and shook her head. No, no, the sword is too heavy and I can't pick it up. Then marry a swordsman! Great Sword Fairy! How old is big? Well……
Wang Wan turned her head and looked out the window. Although she couldn't see the scenery outside the alley, there was already a river meandering in her heart, so she read the preface to "Hundred Swords Manual".
"A strong man must dare to draw his sword to the sky for injustices in the world - the Sword Immortal."
Wang Wan felt warm in her heart, this sword fairy was really a good person.
Although life is difficult, there are always people running around just to help these people, right?
Wang Wanyu swiped her hand, and the content on the first page came into view. It was a young man named Ye Qingfeng.
"First place..." Wang Wan pondered for a moment and then laughed loudly: "Looking at the strange young one, the old guys in the back are envious to death, but he looks a bit dull... he doesn't fit in my mind. The image of the Sword Immortal!”
Before she finished speaking, there was a knock on the door. Wang Wan got up and opened the creaking wooden door. What she saw was a young man holding an oil-paper umbrella on his side. He looked exactly like the Ye Qingfeng just now!
Ye Qingfeng, who was wearing a scholar's shirt, turned around. At this moment, he still looked half as slovenly as when they first met him. He smiled slightly, and then said: "Hello, Miss Wang Wan, I am the person you just praised. The dull night breeze."
