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Gone are the once cramped canyons, replaced by an idyllic landscape.

There are rows of trees, clear ponds, and the sound of shepherd boys, old cows, and willow flutes......

Wu Yi couldn't help but slow down and look back and forth. When I came to the valley, there was no trace of it.

Beneath his feet is a path paved with grass and wild flowers, which crosses through the countryside and leads to the unknown distance, to the end of the bright morning sky. There seems to be a breeze blowing, with the fragrance of the wilderness.

On the way there, the figures of several companions were faintly visible, the same stop-and-go, only in a little hurry. It's the old man Taishi, who doesn't have the casualness to laugh, and when he looks left and right, his expression is a little dignified.

Illusion?

This sudden variety was transformed by the sword intent of the owner of the sword mound. Don't think about it, it's just an illusion in front of you. And who the owner of the sword mound is, Zhu Ren may not know, and he hasn't mentioned it, and his advice from his predecessors shouldn't be false, just as he reminded Yue Qiong that there are many illusions, as long as your mind is not confused, you can walk through without hindrance.

And who is the owner of the sword mound? What is sword intent?

If there is really a nine-star divine sword hidden here, and the owner of the nine-star divine sword, Cangqi, should be the owner of the sword mound. And the sword trick has clouds: know yourself and know the other, move against each other, and say sword intent. What is the sword intent of the owner of the sword mound, and why is it named Yicun Gorge?

I didn't think about it for a moment, I couldn't break it down, so I simply didn't think about it anymore and followed the path with my feet up.

The grass and wildflowers, lifelike, the fields and cottages, vividly. It was like really returning to the countryside, which made people feel relaxed.

He hadn't taken a few steps before his eyes fell on the wildflowers in the field, hesitated a little, and walked over. Before reaching out to pick, a burst of light flashed. The wildflowers that were close in front of me suddenly disappeared, and then appeared not far away, but they were out of reach. The surrounding scenery is still the same, as if nothing has changed. He smiled slightly, and turned to continue on his way, when he was suddenly stunned and secretly puzzled.

The country path covered with weeds was still under his feet, and the figures of Taishi and the others had disappeared without a trace. And they are clearly in the same direction, and firmly believe that those partners are ahead, but because of the difference of one step, they are now on different paths.

In other words, the road under your feet can only be walked by yourself, and no one can replace it! In the same heaven and earth, the difference between one step and one thought, the scenery will also be different! Well, it makes sense, and it is also quite interesting!

Blameless continues to move forward, admiring the idyllic scenery near and far.

A cloud drifted through the wind, and a young man walked out of the village. I saw that he was fifteen or sixteen years old, with a simple appearance and simple clothes, but his eyes were attentive and his lips were smiling. He carried the package on his back and strode forward.

Whose child is that and where is it going?

"Hey—"

Blameless couldn't help but call out, then shook his head and closed his mouth.

And remember, everything you see here is an illusion. As long as you are unmoved, you can cross the Inch Gorge unharmed!

Blameless's feet didn't stop, and his eyes were still curiously watching the young man's every move.

Sure enough, the young man did not hear the call, and continued to stride forward. But in the village, five or six teenagers of the same age were chased out, each holding a stick, and shouting: "Feng Hao, you wild seed with no father and no mother, stand ......."

The young man named Feng Hao raised his feet and wanted to run, but he was caught up, so he simply dropped the package, turned around and rushed over with his bare hands. After a moment of confusion, he stood with his head held high with blood stained all over his body. Five or six opponents were lying on the ground, all in disarray.

Feng Hao picked up the package, raised his feet and continued to move forward.

Someone behind him shouted: "Don't go if you have the guts, I will definitely want you to look good......"

Feng Hao paused, turned his head and spat out: "Phew! It's boring to compete with you and others, it's boring to win or lose, it's better to go away and live up to your wishes in this life!"

"What ambitions do you have as a wild child of the country?"

"Travel all over the world, free and easy!"

The young man named Feng Hao, with a body of undried blood, put aside the mundane grievances and grievances, and left without hesitation!

Everything you see and hear at this moment is illusory. And the young man's bold words are still admirable. His name is Feng Hao, and his name is good, but I don't know what it has to do with this fantasy realm!

Blameless stared at the young man's back and walked forward. Not far from each other, as if they are in the same world, but like a dream, the virtual and the real have no intersection with each other.

Another cloud drifted by, and the young man's back faded away.

Suddenly, he appeared in the midst of a crowd of ragged people. Immediately the sound of horses' hooves sounded, and a group of reckless men with knives chased after them, and then the flesh and blood flew sideways, screaming in bursts, and the unarmed men, women, and children fell in a pool of blood one after another.

Feng Hao desperately escaped, and finally hid in the dense woods. And a fiery horse followed, and the cold light of the steel knife was desperate. Seeing that he was in danger, the man on horseback was swept away by a branch and fell to the ground. He hurriedly picked up the steel knife that had fallen beside him, and slashed it out regardless of it.

Heads sprung up, blood splattered.

Feng Hao was so frightened that he threw the steel knife and cried out in a broken voice. When the sound of horses' hooves approached, he hurriedly wiped away his tears, plunged into the dense forest, and finally escaped with his life......

"Hehe, I want to kill someone for the first time, and it's the same as that child!"

Blameless sighed, shook his head and smiled. He only looks at the scenery, and has the ease of being out of the way.

Another cloud mist drifted by, and Feng Hao reappeared. At this time, he was in rags, with a yellow face and thin muscles, unkempt hair, and a beggar. However, there was an old man with gray hair beside him. He called the other party Master, and the other party called him Hao'er. Suddenly, a high mountain emerges from the clouds, and there is a mountain gate archway, which is called Guyun Mountain.

Master said, this is the spiritual mountain, the place to cultivate immortals. From now on, you lonely child, follow my old man!

Feng Hao was excited, and said to himself: I want to cultivate the Immortal Dao, I want to become an Immortal!

In the back mountain of Guyun Mountain, there is a small courtyard built of stones, and the rooms of the outer disciples, which are very shabby and simple, and this is where the master and apprentice live.

Only then did Feng Hao understand that his master was not an omnipotent immortal, but a man in a room, an old monk with no hope of immortality. The reason why he was brought with him was nothing more than to find a way to live for this poor boy! And he did not have the identity of a disciple of the Immortal Sect, he became a handyman who burned fires and chopped wood......

Spring goes to autumn, three years in the blink of an eye.

Feng Hao's height has grown, his body has strong bones, and he has a smile on the corner of his mouth all day long. With the company of the master, there is a full meal, and he can also see all kinds of miracles of the fairy gate, even if he is tired and hard, he feels comfortable and happy.

In his spare time, he flipped through an old booklet. The booklet was called "The Secret of the Stars", and he threw it down by his master, but he picked it up like a treasure, studied it hard every day, and learned to breathe and breathe according to the above method......

On this day, the disciple stood in the courtyard and was asked by the master: "Hao'er, why are your clothes torn, could it be that those senior brothers beat you again......?"

Feng Hao apologized and admitted his mistake, and comforted: "The disciple is beaten and scolded, and he will never provoke right and wrong, besides, those senior brothers can't hurt me, so the master can rest assured!"

The master looked at it for a moment, reached out and grabbed the disciple's wrist vein, and was stunned: "Hao'er...... When did you have a cultivation that had reached the first level of Yushi, and it was quite strange, it was extremely difficult to detect!"

Feng Hao was ignorant: "I don't know either, but I just practiced the exercises taught by the master diligently, and unconsciously lost my body and body, my ears and eyes were smart, and my strength was ......."

The master was surprised and incredulous: "You mean "Xingchen Jue", that broken booklet that I picked up from the mundane market town? It's obviously useless, even if you throw it away, no one wants it, it's really unexpected for you to have a chance! I'll help you collect exercises, just practice in secret, and report to the Xianmen records and make a book in the next day, and become a real Xianmen disciple, hehe......"

It was like seeing that his child had a chance, and the old man was quite happy, so he did his best to collect exercises, just wanting his cheap disciples to become stronger and get ahead.

And Feng Hao burns fires and chops wood every day, and he keeps doing penance. Maybe it's a coincidence, maybe the "Xingchen Jue" is supernatural, maybe it's talented, maybe it's the care of the master, all in all, his cultivation is improving by leaps and bounds......

"Look at people's luck, tsk!"

Blameless continued to move forward along the road under his feet, but he did not forget to envy the good luck of that Feng Hao. And the other party's diligence, intelligence, forbearance, and perseverance still make him sigh to himself.

The clouds drifted through again, revealing the scene of a valley.

A group of disciples of the Immortal Sect surrounded Feng Hao, and when they were humiliating, they also secretly cast spells to trick them. Feng Hao tried his best to avoid it, but he couldn't stop it, he couldn't bear it, so he had to flee from it. Unexpectedly, his cultivation had already exceeded his imagination, and he couldn't restrain himself with a slight move, and he suddenly hit one person hard. Suddenly the crowd was furious, and then they were besieged.

He's really angry!

Forbearance is not fear, but a disdain, because his ambition is to become an eagle fighting the sky, not to live in the jungle and make noise with birds!

He exerted his cultivation, punched and kicked, and the group of senior brothers who were high in the past suddenly fell to the ground. However, the elders who came later were indiscriminate, not only injuring him, but also abolishing his cultivation and expelling him from the mountain gate.

At a critical moment, his master stepped forward.

The old man who was obedient, in order to save Feng Hao, was willing to accept it on his behalf, and he actually abolished his original humble cultivation. And when he walked out of Guyun Mountain with Feng Hao, who was covered in bruises, it was already difficult to support. He lay on the grass and was dying, and said with difficulty: "I am a lowly cultivator, and I have no qualifications to accept disciples, and the so-called master-apprentice status is really ridiculous and generous. Besides, my longevity is exhausted, time is short, and I can help you again in the end, the sky is ruthless and affectionate......"

Feng Hao cried: "Those who gave birth to me, parents, those who know me and raise me, Master!"

Master was pleased: "Hao'er, let's go, from now on, the sea and the sky will be wide...... I'm a monk who takes care of the house, and I don't know the truth, but I might as well give you a saying...... is not afraid of the wind and clouds to cover his eyes, and he has the dust of heaven and earth in his chest. Wield the sword to slash a hundred thousand hatreds, and the iron and blood are hard to break an inch of soft ......"

The master left two sentences and passed away with a smile.

Feng Hao buried the master and knelt in front of the grave for a long time. It wasn't until three days later that he wiped away his tears, clenched his fists, and said in a low voice: "The disciple remembers the master's teachings and does not dare to extinguish his conscience with personal grudges. From now on, the sword Quartet will sweep away the gloom of the world. Willing to do virtue, the gate of heaven is open, and the clouds support the sun, which is said to be the rise. The disciple swore by this, and the name of the Tao rose-"

Blameless silently watched the tired figure go away alone.

Rise?

The young man named Feng Hao turned out to be the predecessor of Cangqi?

And the origin of the One Inch Gorge is so tortuous. The two different sentences before and after have far-reaching meanings......