Chapter 326: No Regrets (Part 2)
At this moment, Yi Xifeng had already seen the top of the mountain, but he couldn't climb it. If he wanted to reach the top, he had to let go at the 799th tree and jump out!
His arms trembled even more, the warmth in his belly dissipated, and the feedback from heaven came to an end.
Those white marks accompanied him through the seven hundred and ninety-nine feet, but this last step was the path that belonged to Yi Xifeng alone.
The dark night faded away, ushering in the morning of the next day. Golden light spreads in the clouds above the head, but the golden light gathers and disperses, and the flow of the clouds surges like waves on the sea.
Yi Xifeng grasped the rock peak on the top of the mountain, thinking constantly in his mind. Perhaps because he stayed for too long, his fingers were trembling slightly.
If you take a step back, you will reach the cliff of ten thousand feet, and if you take a step further, you will reach the top of the mountain that is the heart of the sword.
Gradually, a staircase appeared behind him.
Two or three stairs kept appearing at his feet. As long as he stood on them, he would no longer suffer like this.
As long as you stand on it, you can follow the stairs to the top of the mountain.
Yi Xifeng looked at the stairs that appeared and hesitated. After a moment, his feet slowly moved downwards, and his whole body dropped by half a point. The stairs below were very clear, and they were also approaching the soles of Yi Xifeng's feet.
Just as he was about to step on it, the figure of the fair-skinned young man suddenly stagnated, and his toes were firmly embedded in a gap in the rock. The hands that were holding on to the rock also freed up one, and slowly stretched out to the line of small characters that remained here.
——Seven hundred and ninety-nine feet and ninety-nine——Yi Xifeng!
After writing, the young man closed his eyes and returned to the previous height again.
"In my life dictionary, there is no such thing as shrinking." After a pause, he suddenly thought of something and continued, "Life should be like a candle, burning from top to bottom, always bright."
Even if there is only one second left at the end of your life, you must burn out the lights and keep the light!
Suddenly, Yi Xifeng opened his eyes, turned his hands, and suddenly jumped up with force.
He will never change, past or present, present or future. He is him, the Yi Xifeng who never changes.
Since it was your choice, don't look back.
This is his path, the path he set for himself from the beginning, not a choice.
This is the longest road among all the shortcuts in the world.
Behind him, those golden steps were all broken shadows. If Yi Xifeng had turned around and stepped on the stairs at that time, he might have fallen into the abyss.
There is no blessing of true energy here, only an eternal belief.
With this leap, he spread his arms, worked hard to adjust his direction, and tried his best to take another step forward.
The next moment, a powerful muffled groan sounded from the top of the mountain. Yi Xifeng grabbed the edge of the cliff wall. It was no longer as smooth as ice, but overgrown with weeds.
What he caught were the flowers and plants growing on the cliff.
At this moment, the heavenly vision appeared, and the sword space harmonized. He just heard a crackling sound in his body, the bones of his body began to rotate, and the unused true energy slowly returned. At this moment, the sword's intention soared to the sky, resonating in his heart.
A sword in your hand is better than a sword in your heart.
Yi Xifeng felt a completely different world. Everything he saw with his heart became a part of the sword.
Dayan swordsmanship reflects into the soul!
He hung one hand on the cliff wall of the mountain and looked back. The glow in the clouds behind him reflected the morning sun, which had just risen! The small numbers growing in the cracks of the rock wall face the rays of sunshine, as if they are born again.
Yi Xifeng watched all this silently. When he was at the foot of the mountain, he could only see the towering mountains and the peaks that blocked the sky and the sun. But when you look at it from here, everything is like dirt beneath your feet.
The man in fine clothes who had fought with him at the beginning was no longer known where he was now. Even if they were really at the foot of the mountain, they were still thousands of miles apart.
After seeing every place under the mountain, I turned over and jumped to the top of the mountain.
At the top of the mountain, Yi Xifeng looked quietly in front of him.
In front of him, there was only a monument, with a name he didn't recognize engraved on it. The name of the person named "Zhu Yun" was naturally also on it. This was his only "acquaintance".
He had also imagined that the scenery on the top of the mountain should be shocking, but it was very ordinary and nothing special. It could be said that it was exactly the same as the top of the mountain outside.
Perhaps, climbing this mountain is important, but the important thing is the process, not the result.
——Success does not have to be mine, success must be mine.
Perhaps this is what this world of swordsmanship wants it to feel.
What is really shocking are the white marks left on the rock wall. Each white mark represents a meaning, and behind each white mark is a different person.
Yi Xifeng counted and found that there were four people whose names were engraved on the monument. Of course, these were the only four people.
But there were dozens or even hundreds of white marks under the rock wall, and most people fell at this level. If he, Yi Xifeng, was not a body-refining warrior, it might be difficult to climb this mountain today.
The fair young man was silent.
I don’t know how long this kendo space has existed. Only these hundred or ten people could reach the rock wall, and only four people reached the top. They came here one after another, just to fulfill the dream in their hearts.
It also opens up a path to heaven for those who come after.
Yi Xifeng walked around the stone tablet and looked at each name. Suddenly, when Yi Xifeng turned behind the stone tablet, his figure suddenly stopped in place, staring at the back of the stone tablet in a daze.
It was a section of engraved words that corresponded to the previous names.
"If you look back, it will become empty."
This was what Zhu Yun signed. It was very short, only six words. It reflected on Yi Xifeng's mind and gave him a hard blow on the chest.
But these six words are like a special expectation. I hope that everyone who comes up can maintain the current state of mind, regardless of the world's right or wrong choices, and insisting on being yourself is the path to heaven.
He didn't expect that this Zhu Yun was so similar to him, like another version of himself.
Yi Xifeng took a deep breath, regained his true energy, turned his fingers into sword blades, and carved his own words on the stone tablet at the top: "Success does not have to be mine, success must be mine...Yi Xifeng."
He doesn't need to look back in his life, he just needs the courage to make the move without regrets.
The moment I finished writing, a mysterious and mysterious energy followed. At this moment, there was no significant increase in strength, but I felt extremely relaxed, and the world was in my heart.
The mountain wind passed by, and the small numbers growing in the gaps under the rock wall swayed, and the leaves fell down. The wind whistled, and the leaves moved with the wind. They were blown to the top of the mountain, facing the rising sun. Xiaguang and Yi Xifeng passed by each other.
The fair young man reached out and took off a piece, put it into his arms, turned around and walked down the mountain.
It's time for him to go out.
The breeze blew over the stone monument, blowing away the remaining gravel...
(End of chapter)
