Tianjianmen,

It is an ancient mysterious sect that has been passed down for more than three thousand years.

A hundred years ago, a monk from Tianjianmen occasionally walked in the secular world, leaving behind various legends.

During this century, Xuanmen retired, and the footprints of high-level monks were almost extinct in the city.

Gradually, some people called these monks who were able to call the wind and rain, move mountains and fill the seas, "Immortals".

After all, it is invisible and intangible.

now,

Hanging in the mountains, birds singing and flowers blooming, like a paradise.

Somewhere on the Hanging Fairy Island, there is an ancient villa.

This house was said to have been built by a hundred years ago by a genius monk who spent just four years to cultivate the golden elixir...

This house has now become a forbidden area inside the Tianjian Gate. Except for a very small number of people who can enter, the other disciples are not allowed to approach it.

Inside the Tianjian Gate,

Many disciples have a lot of thoughts about this strange house.

Some people say that this house seems to be just a house, but there is a hidden world inside, and it is very likely that it is a treasure house at Tianjianmen.

Some people also say that this house is said to be uninhabited, but it is very likely that there are unknown ancestors of Tianjianmen who are in seclusion and practicing in seclusion.

The younger generation of disciples have different opinions on this.

But no matter what it says, there is a point that is recognized by everyone.

The former owner of this house must be amazing and unparalleled.

Look at the architectural style, look at the horizontal and vertical architectural structure, look at the interior layout, many disciples from the city thought they were a powerful man in the door who directly used his magical powers to move them from the secular world.

But when they heard that this old house was a building a hundred years ago, they were so shocked that they dropped their chins. This was unimaginable.

Is there such a "vanguard" building a hundred years ago?

later,

Someone accidentally found out,

The former owner of this ancient house...the surname is "Lin".

...

And at this time.

A white-haired woman, standing alone with a sword in the forest house, looks like a fairy.

But if someone looks from a distance, he will find that the back of the white-haired woman is filled with an unconcealable loneliness in the dust, which makes people feel sympathetic.

The woman stood for a long time.

A thin layer of dew was covered with dew on the ends of her hair.

It seemed that I was here, and I stood there all night.

Suddenly,

She moved.

She opened her eyes indifferently, held a snow-white sword in her hand, and danced gracefully over the forest house.

This is "Sword Dance".

That was a hundred years ago, on that day, the senior brother manipulated her and danced in the sky.

"Ba!Ba!Ba!"

When the white-haired woman fell to the ground, a shadow was slightly distorted not far away, and an old man with an unkempt and messy stubborn face walked out of the shadow.

The old man was wearing a sloppy Taoist robe, with a wine gourd hanging around his waist, and a tattered umbrella behind him.

"I've met Senior Brother Jian."

The white-haired woman put away her long sword and bowed to salute.

"Hey, we are all so familiar, don't be polite, Junior Sister Xiaoman." It turned out that this sloppy Taoist was Jian Nanchun who was elegant back then. Jian Nanchun waved his hand, took off the gourd at his waist, unscrewed the bottle cap, and tilted his head to pour a large mouthful of the strong wine from the world into his mouth. After one sip, he shouted with joy.

"Xia Xiaoman is dead, please don't forget Brother Jian. I am Xia Ruxue." The white-haired woman raised her head, and a trace of sadness floated deep in her eyes: "...This is fate."

"Go~ Like snow, just like snow. It's okay as you like, anyway." Jian Nanchun boldly used his dirty sleeves to wipe the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, and looked at a corner of the courtyard. At the end of Jian Nanchun's gaze, there were three graves standing there. The graves were engraved with "Lin Yizhi's Tomb", "Lin's Tomb", and "Lin's Tomb". His eyes stagnated for a moment. Jian Nanchun shook his head and chuckled: "Another year has passed."

"Senior brother, don't drink it anymore, you will be drunk to death."

Xia Ruxue looked at Jian Nanchun's unrestrained posture and sighed softly.

"As the saying goes, you must have fun in life. Don't let the wine be empty against the moon. Junior Brother Lin Yi once said that alcohol can cure all diseases and cure worries. This is a good thing!"

Jian Nanchun regretted it as soon as he finished speaking, because when he said that name, he clearly saw the calm face of Junior Sister Xia Ruxue suddenly twisted.

The two fell into an awkward silence.

"Uh, sorry, senior brother is a little drunk."

"It's okay."

When Xia Ruxue closed her eyes and opened it again, her heart was as calm as water.

Jian Nanchun's eyes turned and immediately changed the topic: "Speaking of it, junior sister, your sword intent is becoming more and more concise. It seems that it is not far from the breakthrough, right?"

Xia Ruxue shook her head: "The spiritual energy between heaven and earth is getting dryer, so it's not easy to break through."

"But there are always talented geniuses in the world, right? Your face has never been old for a hundred years, and you are called "Heavenly Man" in the world. Unlike my senior brother, I am old and no longer as handsome as before!" Jian Nanchun didn't know that his unintentional words hit Xia Ruxue's pain again.

After a few seconds of silence, Xia Ruxue looked away, suppressed the trembling sword, and whispered: "Senior Brother's 'Secretless Sword Intent', in the eyes of the junior sister, it has reached the realm of transformation. Before the senior brother speaks, the junior sister can hardly notice the arrival of the senior brother."

...

A hundred years ago.

In the snow pavilion.

In the yard, Jian Nanchun sat cross-legged on the snow.

The girl sat under the eaves, eating bait and drinking hot tea.

The young man wandered around Jian Nanchun, full of energy.

"You won't notice the dead leaves on a big tree beside your enemy, you won't notice the shadow behind you, you won't notice the paint falling off the brothel plaque, and you won't notice the heavy rain that pours into the turbulent water droplets."

"If you want others to think you are a 'shadow', first of all, you have to become a 'shadow'."

"Press down your emotions, calm your breathing, suppress your heartbeat, forget the fact that you are 'as a human' and completely integrate into your surroundings."

...

"I realized it too late as a shadow, without traces."

For a moment, Jian Nanchun's eyes were dazed, as if he had returned to a hundred years ago, to that yard, and to that day.

It was not until ten years ago that Jian Nanchun was remembering the past that he finally understood what Junior Brother Lin Yi said, and realized his own martial arts, and truly his own sword intent "Wushi".

Now,

Even Jian Nanchun's smile froze.

He had just finished hitting Xia Ruxue, and then he was hit again.

The name "Lin Yi" seems to have become a scar that will never be erased in the hearts of the two.

Every time I lift it, it will cause a slight pain in my chest.

Even if... it's been a hundred years.

How long does a hundred years take?

If it were Jian Nanchun in the past, he might have said that it was a long time, a long time.

But now he feels that it's not long.

At least, a century of vicissitudes of life are not enough to completely fade away memories.

"Forget it, I won't say much," Jian Nanchun came back to his senses, smiled and clapped his hands: "Today is the death anniversary of junior brother. On July 7th, let's all be happy."

While speaking, Jian Nanchun walked to the corner of the courtyard, where the three graves hugged each other, sprinkled the strong wine, turned his back to Xia Ruxue, and said while sprinkling: "Drink a few more sips, senior brother knows that you always like to hide and drink secretly with Senior Chen. In the past, senior brother didn't understand the taste of wine, but now, he has also taken this sip."

"By the way, Senior Chen is strong and still pretends to be an old man in the servitude class. Many newcomers don't know the identity of Senior Chen. Do you know? Every time I look at those newcomers and treat Senior Chen as an old man, I find it funny."

"But, my Bi Pang is not in good health. He said he has not had much time and wants me to be an elder. Junior brother, you know me and know that I am not here. Whoever loves to be an elder, senior brother, I don't care at all."

"Your junior sister, your face is not old for a hundred years, but it's amazing. If you were more eye-catching back then and married Junior Sister Xia as your wife, you would be blessed. An old couple is a young wife, but many people cannot envy you."

“…”

Jian Nanchun sat in front of the grave and said in a lingering manner. When Jian Nanchun said the words "marry Junior Sister Xia as his wife", Xia Ruxue, who was listening from afar, couldn't help but want to scold her, but when she heard it behind her, she was like a thorn in her throat, but she couldn't scold her no matter what.

Because, she knows.

Jian Nanchun is crying.
To be continued...