A familiar memory suddenly appeared in Pei Ling's mind.

mountain peak!

A bare, grassless peak, but filled with countless flying swords, stands among the vast sea of ​​clouds.

He was wearing a simple robe and shoes, walking with difficulty among the lonely peaks.

The texture of the robe was originally extremely wear-resistant, but now it is full of sword marks, riddled with holes, almost ragged, and even the flesh and blood under the clothes have been cut out of wounds, dripping with blood, the bamboo crown of the hair has long fallen, and the long hair is scattered. , Described as embarrassed, the pain came from all over the body.

With every step, blood stains splattered.

Looking back at the solitary peak, the blood is wading, and I don't know the geometry.

Pei Ling felt that he was extremely weak and exhausted. In addition to fatigue and injuries, on this lonely peak, countless long swords exuded majestic sword intent, coercing him, expelling him, and provoking him all the time. following him...

Every moment, he felt that he had reached the limit, and he could no longer take the next step. It seemed that he had exhausted all his will and strength before he could take the next step.

Pain, loneliness, despair, cold... Pei Ling quickly fell into a daze, and after an unknown amount of time, a clear and clear sword sound like lightning in the dark night opened his hazy consciousness. . .

He raised his hand subconsciously, and a clear light shot from a distance, like a swimming fish, dexterously circled around his arm, accompanied by a buzzing sound, jumped gently, and turned into a brilliance. , A flying sword like frost and moon.

Feijian is cold and sharp, as if it can cut wind and water, and break through all obstacles, but it is integrated with him, like water and milk - blending, no distinction between each other.

Pei Ling grabbed the hilt of the sword, only to feel that all the hardships, all the pains and dangers were like the snow meets the sun, and there was no trace of it.

Immediately afterwards, the scene in front of him changed, and Pei Ling saw again that he was standing in the air with a long sword on his back. Not far away, five monks with white robes and golden crowns blocked the way in a fan shape.

These monks have a sinister and cold aura, and their attire is luxurious. At this moment, their eyes are full of greed looking at the long sword behind him: "All things are born, only human beings are the most expensive!"

"This sword spirit has a pure aura and a very high spirituality. Since I met it today, it should be used for my teaching."

"The Sword Sect of Cold Darkness has acted in perverse ways, and is willing to be humble. It is one of the nine major sects in the Panya Realm, and it lives and dies together with the mere sword spirit. It should be destroyed! It should be destroyed!"

"Kill this sword repairer and take the sword spirit away!"

"kill!"

The brilliance of the technique bloomed, and it swept over in an instant.

"Zheng!"

The flying sword was unsheathed, and in the clear sound, it quickly broke through the heavy attack.

After a long while, Jianxiu's robes were stained with blood, and his breath was messy, but his eyes were still bright, which set off against the returning Feijian's cold glow.

"Keng!"

The long sword was still in its sheath, and when he flicked his sleeve, he had already escaped into the sky.

Behind him, five headless corpses are slowly falling down, and the sword intent cannot be condensed. The gems inlaid on the golden crown flickered several times to no avail, and they dissipated helplessly, returning to darkness, and in the corpses, the vitality was completely annihilated.

Without waiting for Pei Ling to think about it, the surroundings swayed like a cloud of smoke for a moment, and he saw his light robe slowly belting, carrying a long sword on his back, walking on the steep mountain path.

This mountain is located in the mountains, the sea of ​​clouds is vast, the spirit beasts are flying back, the smoke is like a belt, and the misty forests are more and more dusty.

Pei Ling strode forward, followed by a girl in a purple-pink dress who also carried a long sword behind her.

The girl Yan Ruo Shunhua, with an apricot face and peach cheeks, has a slender but vigorous figure. When walking on the mountain trail, she looks like a deer roaming in the forest. She is light and graceful, and there is an undisguised excitement.

Her head is covered with blue silk in a double-screw bun, with a pair of begonia flowers in her hairpin. The red crow pendant near her ears swaying slightly with her steps, as if it was dyed by gems. With bright eyes, she bit her red lips lightly for a moment, as if summoning up her courage, and asked in a clear voice, "Senior brother, I don't quite understand the swordsmanship that Master taught last time, can you go to my cave and talk about it?"

Saying that, she tentatively grabbed the corner of Pei Ling's clothes.

Seeing that he kept walking, Pei Ling said in a flat voice: "Master has a high level of cultivation and is busy with affairs. You took time to teach me, but you haven't taken a picture?"

The girl was stagnant, and then said with a lack of confidence: "I... my photo was accidentally damaged."

"Broken?" Seeing that, Pei Ling frowned immediately, and there was displeasure in his tone, "Why are you so careless about something so important?"

"Senior brother..." The girl grabbed the corner of his clothes with both hands, twisting her tender body slightly, trying to act like a spoiled child.

However, the next moment, she was swept away, and Pei Ling said coldly, "I have no regrets for breaking the photo, so frivolous, it is a disgrace to the teacher!"

"Go away and think about it for a month."

"Wait for the next time Shizun goes out of the customs, come forward and tell me, and wait for the hair to fall!"

The girl's face froze, and her eyes flashed with water: "Senior brother, you..."

"What? You don't accept it?" Pei Linghan shouted, "My Cold Dark Sword Sect is a holy place for sword cultivation in the world. You can enter the door to cultivate and worship under the master's door, which is the dream of countless sword cultivators, but for various reasons, it is impossible! "

"Not only do you not think about cultivating with your heart and study kendo assiduously, on the contrary, you can even damage the pictures of your master's lectures. You are so careless and idle, how can you be worthy of the flying sword in your hand and the heart of your sword?"

"I miss you for the first time, and this time I will deal with it lightly."

"Next time, I will personally throw you to Jiansha Valley!"

Having said this, seeing the girl standing still, staring at herself, tears streaming down her cheeks, Pei Ling became more indifferent, and said, "Within ten breaths, if you don't go to the back cliff, you will be guilty of one more crime!"

"...The photo is not bad." The girl heard the words, her tears became more and more turbulent, and her vocal cords choked, "I...I just...just want to stay with my senior brother for a while..."

Pei Ling listened, unmoved, stared at the girl with cold eyes, and said word by word: "If you bother me with this meaningless thing next time, don't blame me for throwing you directly into the Sword Demon Valley! "

The girl opened her mouth slightly and said, "Senior brother, you..."

Her chest heaved violently, her cheeks that were originally blushing were as pale as paper in an instant, but she didn't say any more, but turned and walked away quickly.

Seeing the girl's disappearing figure quickly disappear into the mountain, Pei Ling nodded slightly and said to himself, "It's finally quiet..."

Soon, he came to a deserted hillside and began to practice swordsmanship.

The sword light splashed like a sudden snow, and they were flying. Pei Ling saw again that sometimes he was hunting in a blue shirt, carrying a long sword, flying over the vast forest, searching for demons, and killing them; He turned the tide and rescued countless mortal beings; sometimes he folded his clothes and sat quietly in a secret room to learn swordsmanship; sometimes he sat on a high platform, chatted with many colleagues, and exchanged practice experiences; Plenty of money to teach...

One day, he stood up from the secret room, opened the portal formation, and the long wind blew across the mountains of Jianzong, with the dampness between the clouds and the cold and cold unique to Jianzong, and rolled up a corner of indigo. jacket.

Outside the secret room, several young men and women of different heights knelt on one knee, with a respectful attitude, and said in unison, "Welcome Master to go out!"

Pei Ling looked around, nodded slightly, the breath around him was restrained, and the surging power in his body was unbridled. Picking the stars, taking the moon, and moving the mountains and the sea seemed to be just a single thought, but he had already entered the stage of union.

He asked a few questions about everyone's cultivation situation, and named the oldest male cultivator among them.

"It's just that this trip has great opportunities and great dangers."

"Let's make arrangements for the rest of the day. If I go and never return, then you should be self-reliant and practice with your heart, and don't lose my reputation as Wei Duanju!"

The disciples were startled, and still waiting to be persuaded, Pei Ling flicked his robe sleeves and turned into sword light, and he disappeared thousands of miles away.

...In the dazed station, in the lobby, Pei Ling suddenly came back to his senses.

I remembered!

Wei Duanju, he is Wei Duanju of the Cold Dark Sword Sect!