one glance

"The green mountains do not change, the peaks are like Dai, the green water flows into the dream, he meets the flowers in the morning, and the flowers will be full of fragrance in the future..." The faint song of the Tianshan traveler is like the melting water of the snow mountain in the spring of Tianshan, revealing a trace of fragrance, a trace of It's cool, and it turns a thousand times.

He walked forward slowly along the looming loess path, and after an unknown amount of time, he finally saw a figure in gray clothes standing proudly on a bare hill, holding a long sword upside down.His long hair follows the wind, his gray clothes are like mist, he hides seven feet high, and his sword is like frost.

Feng Luoyang looked at the figure in front of him with admiration.Because this person in front of him is really amazing.

Since Guo Chongjiu continued to write the world's number one record and grandly launched the title of the world's number one sword, people have given him more and more titles and more and more important titles. In the past 20 years, people have almost forgotten his real name.At least, Feng Luoyang had never heard the hero's real name mentioned since he was a child.All he knew was that his surname was Zheng, and because he had been the No. 20 Sword in the World for [-] years, people always used the abbreviation No. [-] Sword to call him.

"Feng Luoyang?" The man in gray's voice was loud and deep, which lifted his spirits.

"Senior Zheng?" Feng Luoyang straightened his chest, not daring to relax his momentum in the slightest.

"..." The man in gray seemed to be taken aback, then he chuckled helplessly, and changed the subject, "Sword singing is good, Tianshan people?"

"Sword song?" Feng Luoyang was taken aback for a moment. He couldn't remember how he finally mustered up the courage to come to this place of death. Could it be that in his confusion, he sang the song of Tianshan Mountain again?

The man in gray didn't seem to want to linger on this issue for too long, so he said again: "I heard that you are the first person in history who can freely use the Sword of Reluctant without being backlashed by his mind?"

"Uh," Feng Luoyang felt the tip of his tongue knotted for no reason, hesitated for a moment, and finally said honestly, "Actually... I learned a strange breathing method of internal strength in Tianshan Danjian Pavilion, the famous work Small Wuxiang Gong. Using this method to promote the sword style is very reluctant, although the sword method cannot be as fast as the heart method of our sect, it will not have the backlash of the eight meridians burning the body."

"Very reluctant to give up the sword... When Fenghua Shuangjue was parting from life and death, he felt nostalgic in his heart. Just by looking at it, the sword technique was named "Reluctant to give up the sword". And because the time it takes to draw a sword is [-]% of the normal sword technique. One, swordsmanship is well-known. Together, it is very reluctant to give up. It is really a good name with profound artistic conception. Zheng has long been yearning for its true power..." said the gray-clothed man Here, the tone is agitated, and it seems that he is very excited about this.

"Senior, listen to me..." For some reason, Feng Luoyang was afraid that the gray-clothed man in front of him would have too high expectations of him, "Small Wuxiang Kungfu combined with our own sword style can only make this junior's sword move as fast as normal swordsmanship three times as much, so...the junior practiced this way of swordsmanship is inconvenient, so I am very reluctant to give up the sword."

"Oh," the man in gray nodded slightly. "It makes sense. This is a new kung fu that you have comprehended based on your own swordsmanship and the secret treasures of Tianshan. It should have its own name. Tell me, what is it called?"

"It's called...cough cough, it's called Three Points Reluctance to Give Up the Sword." After Feng Luoyang said this, he felt a burst of heat on his neck.

"Ah? Reluctance? Isn't this just willingness?" The man in gray shook his head repeatedly when he heard this.

"I'm ashamed!" Feng Luoyang lowered his head involuntarily.

"It sounds like your swordsmanship is still not enough to fight against me. You just entered the rivers and lakes and you are only in your early eighteenth year. You have spent a lot of time practicing. Come to me in ten years, and you may be able to compete with me then. Why are you so eager to make an appointment with me?" The man in gray scratched his head and asked in a deep voice.

"There's a whole story behind it, it's not enough for outsiders to understand!" Feng Luoyang said in a deep voice.

"Hahahaha, if you don't tell me, can't I guess it?" The man in gray looked up and laughed, "The surname is Feng, and the name is Luoyang. I am afraid that your ancestors will never forget the Luoyang lei back then. Let me think about it, could it be Your father died not long ago?"

Back then when Luoyang discussed swords, Ailao Shanfeng Kongji was humiliated by Gong Tianying and left sadly. Now this young man with the surname of Feng is naturally related to him.

"..." Feng Luoyang tightly closed his lips, unwilling to say yes, but he couldn't deny it either.

"If you have a son like this, how can you ask for more?" The man in gray sighed with emotion, and turned his head suddenly.

"The name of the best sword in the world, how about I give it to you today?" The man in gray took a step forward and said loudly.

"How did this happen?!" Feng Luoyang lost his voice.

"Could it be that you want your father to die with hatred?" The man in gray did not relax.

"Although that's the case, how can I feel at ease with such a name?" Feng Luoyang protested.

"It's not your peace of mind! On the contrary, it's my heart." The man in gray showed a hint of sympathy, "I've been tired all these years, and I want to rest. This is the archway of the world's number one sword , why don't you carry it for me, just as a favor for me?"

"Help? This is the best honor in the world, how could...?" Feng Luoyang felt puzzled.

"That's it." The gray-clothed man ignored Feng Luoyang, turned around and strode to a Kongming lantern on the cliff, and grabbed a brush from the Four Treasures of the Study prepared beside the Kongming lantern, which was stained with ink. , On the snow-white lantern paper of the Kongming lantern, three big characters "Feng Luoyang" were written in a fluttering manner.Then, he threw away the writing brush, grabbed the lamp with his left hand, and reached out with his right hand, a gust of hot air rushed out, and immediately lit the Kongming lantern.As soon as he put his hands down, the half-person-high Kongming lantern fluttered up and down, and in a blink of an eye it floated into the distance with the mountain wind.

"From now on, you will be the number one sword in the world, Feng Luoyang!" The gray-clothed man laughed three times, and flew away.

"Senior! Senior! Senior, please come back!" Looking at the back of the man in gray going away, Feng Luoyang felt that the heat in his body seemed to be going away with that person. He opened his throat and screamed desperately, desperate to Let him come back, but the leaping figure is getting farther and farther away, becoming more and more out of reach.

"You look very happy." The gentle and gentle smile on the face of the man dressed in white and standing with a sword behind his back.Years have not damaged his beauty, but because of the precipitation of time, he looks more noble.

The man in gray said in a light and cheerful tone, "Of course, no one has come to challenge me for many years, which made me carry this name all the time."

"That little guy." The man in white seemed to be very interested and said, "If you give him the seat of No. [-] Sword in the World, aren't you afraid that he won't be able to bear it?"

"Eh...he can bear it." The man in gray said with some humility.

The man in white didn't care about this either, as if his concern for Feng Luoyang just now seemed to be on a whim.

"Then, where are we going next, Nianfeng?" Seeing that he didn't continue the topic, the man in gray immediately shifted away.

"The sky is big and the earth is big, walk slowly." Gu Nianfeng handed over the head of Tianshan Mountain to a junior five years ago, and left Tianshan Mountain with Zheng Dongting.

"Walk slowly?" Zheng Dongting felt that he liked this sentence very much, as if he and Gu Nianfeng could walk together like this forever. "Xiaojing wrote to ask if we have seen the fairy mountains overseas, how about we go out to sea?"

Zu Beiqiu and Luo Qiutong have a daughter, named Zu Jing, who was raised in Tianshan Mountain since she was a child, and she is more clingy to Zheng Dongting than her biological father. Zheng Dongting also likes Zu Jing very much, it is as painful as being a daughter.

"Go to sea?" Gu Nianfeng thinks this is a good suggestion, "Then go to sea and have a look."

"it is good!"