Lianxian

Wanzheng had a son in his later years, and this son was very talented; Wanzheng really loved him.When Wanfeng was 3 years old, he was sent to Sword Immortal City to learn Taoism. He traveled as a teacher at the age of ten, and reached Mahayana at the age of 15. It took him only 12 years to reach the realm that others could not reach in their entire lives.For this evening, I am loving this gift from heaven even more; he has already passed on his position to him, but he has never found the time.Until this morning, I received a secret letter from the elders of Sword Immortal City, and learned that the Wraith Army had invaded. The elders called the monks and village chiefs from the surrounding villages to discuss the solution.Wanzheng wanted Wanfeng to go for him, so that he could get to know people in other villages better; secondly, he also felt that he was getting old, and it was time to let go and train Wanfeng to take over; that's why the above scene happened.

Wanzheng returned to the village to discuss matters with several high-profile people. It was late at night, and Wanfeng came back early. After asking his mother, he found out that his father had something to discuss.I asked my mother what happened, but my mother didn't know.

The bright moonlight illuminates the road under Guiren's feet, and the elongated figure is helpless and vicissitudes.

The bright moon returns to the people?I don't know if Gui Ren ever paid attention to the bright moon?

When Wanzheng came home, he saw Wanfeng was staring at the bright moonlight on the roof of his bedroom in a daze, his expression a little blurred; was it missing or distracted?

Wanzheng didn't bother her, she just walked lightly to the house, and as soon as she lifted her body, she was already on the roof; the soft sound of falling tiles interrupted Wanfeng's wandering.

Turn around, look back.The four eyes look at each other, the one who comes has a heart, and the one who is shocked is even more shocked.

"Father, you're back!" Wan Feng looked at Wan Zheng who had already sat down and said softly.

Wan Zheng didn't agree, but just gave a soft "En", which was regarded as a response.

When the response in the air faded away, leaving a few sleepless insects circling in the quiet night, the night was a bit dead silent.

Evening Breeze raised his head slightly, and looked at the sky; the vast sky had been covered with stars at some point, and the brilliance of the stars had covered the bright moon, making it eclipsed.

Wanfeng looked at the silent father who was also looking at the sky, and said softly: "Has the Wraith Army invaded?" Although the tone was soft, the listener could hear it clearly; the flat tone did not carry any titles, but But it's very real, as if it's like a pair of good friends, an ordinary conversation between good brothers.

The body that was being eroded by the years visibly trembled a little at night; was it startled by the sudden sound in this dead night?Or are you intimidated by the straightforward content of the speaker?

Wan Zheng tightened her coat and was about to get up.The seemingly smooth movement stopped before it was fully completed, and said as if suddenly thinking of something, "The wind is blowing, let's go into the house!"

Wanfeng didn't obey his father Wanzheng's words and got up and entered the house, still looking up at the sky, but the blurred eyes were a little more sharp, and he opened his mouth after a long time, as if responding to Wanzheng, or talking to himself : "Before you came back, I looked at the sky and found that there was a cloud of black air in the east that lingered for a long time, and you didn't come back for a long time, so I guessed whether it was the invasion of the Wraith Army; until you came back, I knew it from your eyes. I guessed right, so I asked."

Wanzheng was overjoyed when he heard the words, but he wanted to say something but didn't know where to say it, he just let the bowed body freeze there, forgetting for a moment whether he was sitting or standing up?

"Father," Wanfeng said slowly, turning his head to look at the arched father under the night.

Wanzheng's frozen body was interrupted by his father, he sat down quietly, softened his feet, and turned his head to look at his beloved son whom he loved all his life, and replied:

"kindness"?

The four eyes are facing each other, the pair is full of vicissitudes but also reveals traces of fatherly love from time to time.One pair is full of firmness but also a little dazed.

After a long time, Wanfeng turned his head unnaturally, hesitated for a long time before saying: "Take care of the lotus for me."

Wanzheng heard the words and didn't ask, but just stared at his son.What seemed nonsensical to others, but in Wan Zheng's heart, it couldn't be more clear.He knew that Wanfeng had seen that he had thought of letting him lead the tribe to participate in this resistance against the Wraith Army.The reason why he said this is that he has made up his mind, but he just can't let go of the lotus.

The two of them were silent in the night, only the occasional chirping of insects mixed with the evening wind drifted past, blowing the fragmented short hair scattered on the forehead by the evening wind, and hitting the blurred eyes.

Quiet, still, dead still. . .

The moon has disappeared without knowing when, and the stars have also darkened, and before you know it, it is the middle of the night. .

Wanfeng jumped up, right still sat there Wanzheng said: "I'm sleepy".

After speaking, he jumped down, landed, got up, and entered the door. . . .

Only an "oh" lingered in the air.

2.expedition

In the early morning, the breeze is gentle, and there are occasional bird songs echoing in it, so that Moya Village is not desolate and deserted.

There is not a single fallen leaf in the Wanfu courtyard, presumably someone who got up early cleaned it.

Wanfeng stayed up all night, not because he didn't sleep well, but because he didn't know how to say goodbye to Lianhua today.

Looking at the morning light projected from the window by the rising sun, evening wind thought it was time to get up.

What Wanfeng didn't know was that his father Wanzheng had been waiting at the door a long time ago. He tried to knock several times to ask if Wanfeng was up, but he put down his hand after hesitation, and just waited at the door in silence.

Wan Feng, dressed in white, walked towards the door, and opened the door as usual, but when he found Wan was at the door, his originally comfortable movements were obviously a little stiff.

Wan Zheng looked at Wan Feng, turned around and said softly, "Come with me to the study" and then walked towards the study.

When Wanfeng came to the study, Wanzheng had already arrived for a while.I saw a long object wrapped in cloth in his hand.This thing is more than one meter long, straight but not broken.

Seeing that the evening wind was coming, Wanzheng took off the wrapped cloth with light hands, and suddenly a straight and sharp ancient sword more than one meter long was imprinted in front of her eyes.It is said to be ancient because the pattern and texture of the blade do not seem to be from this era.

The sword body and the sword body are integrated into one, and there is a faint purple light emerging from the whole body; one can tell that it is a top-quality sword.

Wanzheng turned his sword to Wanfeng, motioning for him to pick it up.Wan Feng looked at the sword, then at his father, and picked up the sword with purple light steadily.As soon as he touched it, a cool air flowed slowly to the whole body from the right hand holding the sword in the evening wind, and he became more awake all of a sudden.Holding the sword in Wanfeng's hand, the purple light emitted became even stronger.Unlike before, it just appeared faintly.There were cheers from the blade.

With the sword in hand, who is the hero in the world?

The morning light is dazzling, and the setting sun is few people.

parting, gathering...It seems that life is walking in such a cycle!

When the evening wind left, many people came to see them off; all of them were familiar faces and familiar people.There seemed to be an unknown liquid in the eyes that wanted to break through, but it was suppressed by that strength.

The boy's sword goes with the wind, the white clothes win the snow with a few traces of sorrow

A little bit lost, a little bit reluctant.Is it because of the loss of not seeing the beautiful woman and the pain of lovesickness?

The young man knew that not far from where he had just left, that familiar person, that familiar white clothes, had been watching him until he left!

It lasts three years for the evening wind to go, and three years for the first-class lotus. "Three years..." How many three years are there in life....

In three years, kill the vanguard, fight the generals, and retreat the Wraith Army.

Wanfeng has become a hero in everyone's mind, or more like a kind of spiritual support.

Who knows that lonely person under the night, quietly and independently... is sad!Still missing?

The Wraith Army retreated all the way, and finally the three-year war subsided like this, and the old people have begun to go back to reunite with their families one after another.

On the third day after the Wraith Army's defeat, the night was slowly coming and it was very quiet.

"Is not it good?"

Wanfeng stood in front of the barracks window and said to himself.

The only answer to him was the starlight all over the sky, twinkling and twinkling.

Fragments of memory emerge bit by bit.In this quiet night, a few tears fell quietly, dripping in the dust of memories, nourishing the long-dried heart.

【Wraith Swamp·Wraith City】

The defeated Wraith Army returned to Wraith City one after another to recuperate.The ghost king standing on the outer wall of Wraith City looked at the long army with a somewhat calm expression.

Along with him were the main general Qin Xiong and the deputy lion king who had returned from leading the army.

"My lord, let me go this time, I will definitely destroy those humble humans and that boy named Wan Feng." Qin Xiong stood upright, standing on the left side of the ghost king.Just like a soldier who is about to go into battle to kill the enemy and wait for the test and affirmation.Incomparably determined in the eyes.

The wind of late autumn blew up his broken scarlet cloak; it fluttered in the air.The crackling sound of being rubbed by air.

The Ghost King withdrew his expression, still as calm as before.Gently patted Qin Xiong on the shoulder: "The army can't fight anymore in a short time, otherwise even if we win, it is very difficult to recover in a short time!!"

"Then...then, shall we retreat like this?" The Lion Emperor stuttered a little because of his anxiety, which made his originally ugly face look even more ferocious.

"Don't worry, I already have a way to win without a fight." The ghost king looked confident.

Both Qin Xiong and Shihuang were surprised, and the surprise turned into joy.

"Boss, what can I do?" The Lion King asked happily, but he didn't know that his uncontrollable voice was really comparable to the thunder of nine days.

"Let me ask you Lion King, what is the main reason for your retreat this time?" Ghost King asked back.

"Did he lose at the hands of a young man named Wan Feng? Does that young man have a sword that exudes purple aura?" The Ghost King didn't give the Lion Emperor time to answer, and asked again.

"That's right, I just didn't pay attention, and I was sneak attacked by that kid, and I won such a half move." The Lion King, who was mentioned in the pain point, felt that he had lost his face.

"Haha, I don't know who was beaten to death. If it wasn't for his mercy, he would have almost lost his life." Emperor Qin couldn't help but joked about the Lion Emperor.

"Not to mention, I think I know a lot. I don't know the origin of this sword!"

"My lord, what is this sword for?" Qin Xiong changed the subject, leaving the Lion Emperor in a dull silence. . . . . .

"It's not an exaggeration for you to not know the origin of this sword, because this sword should not exist." The ghost king turned to face the distance, and stood with his hands behind his back.

Qin Xiong and the Lion King were shocked again, but they did not interrupt the Ghost King.

"This sword is called Xuande, and it is one of the four ancient artifacts. It is made of Xun stone from the sky and the soul stone of righteousness. It is said that only wise men with a heart for the world can pick up this sword, otherwise they will be backlashed. Approved by the sword People can win the world, and there are even legends that those who win the sword are equivalent to standing on the top of the world. There are poems that say, those who are mysterious are profound and far-reaching; those who are virtuous are rich in the world. , Convincing people with virtue, this Xuande sword is for those who are virtuous." The ghost king pursed his lips, his eyes were a little confused.

"So, a benevolent person has a big weakness, not to mention a person with profound virtue. How to do it, the two of you bow your ears, and I will tell you how to do it."