Deep in the Tianshan Mountains, a mountain covered with clouds all year round, looks like nothing from afar.

Therefore, according to old sayings, Tianshan Mountain hides a dusty history of martial arts. However, for more than a hundred years, no one has been able to restore its true face to the world. The size of Tianshan Mountain is not something that few people and hundreds of people can understand.

The snow is vast and the snow that never melts all year round makes the mountain look empty and lonely. This mountain is regarded as an insurmountable natural danger by hunters nearby. At this point, people either cannot withstand the cold and have already become a frozen corpse.

Since the Northern Song Dynasty, after being passed down from generation to generation by people nearby, the mountain peaks here have long become the garden of demons in people's eyes and an inconquering ghost peak.

However, the prophecies of the predecessors were destined to be proved by future generations. Compared with ordinary hunters, the people in the martial arts world who were high and high were naturally disdainful and believed that everything was just a fool's impulse to others because of their own inability.

But the reason why the mystery is mysterious is that no one knows the truth, such as the ghost peak in people's minds. After crossing the snow clouds, the peak is not a deep abyss, it is simply a blessing land of immortals. There are strange flowers and plants everywhere, flying springs and waterfalls, red flowers and green trees, colorful clusters and unlimited scenery. I believe that people from the outside world don't expect there is a unique world here!

In the open mountains, countless courtyards are everywhere, showing a desolate and heavy feeling. What is even more surprising is that people are constantly coming and going here. If others see this, they should suspect that this is a palace in the sky.

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At this moment, the sunset is faint, the evening clouds are perfect, and there are thousands of smoke and clouds.

Outside a courtyard, a handsome young man about twenty-five years old and handsome, knelt quietly in front of the house, looking at the urn in front of him without blinking, like a sculpture, and he was holding a four or five-year-old boy with his eyes closed in his arms.

Suddenly, a solemn voice sounded: "Since you have deviated from the master's sect, why are you going to return?"

The young man's face was happy, and after a moment, he remained silent again. He gently lifted up his clothes to shield the wind and snow for the child and looked at the child who was covered with blue bodies in his arms. His cold and arrogant face showed loving and heartache. He took out a dagger, cut his wrist, and squeezed his blood into the boy's mouth.

"Is it because of that child?" The solemn voice seemed to be out of the world, but the young man heard the excitement and trembling.

The young man thought for a long time and said in a hoarse voice: "Father, father, Lord Lord, child, disciples dare not deceive you. Since Su'e left, he has no longer cared about his children except the children. He only hopes that you will save his life because the child is of the same blood as you."

"Hmph, it seems that you are still dead? You violated the ancestral teachings for that woman and broke out of the master's school. Hehe, you just said that you would never interact with each other. What's even more evil is that you would piss off your mother to death. I have no children or grandchildren, so how could I take a fancy to the so-called bloodline? At worst, the Xiaoyao lineage will be cut off from now on. After I die, I will sue my ancestors. You want to use this to threaten and have delusions." The solemn voice finally became angry.

The young man's eyes were ashamed, and his mother's death was a repentance in life. When he remembered his kind mother's careful love when he was young, his face twitched, and his handsome face couldn't help but twist, as if he was tolerating something.

Suddenly, he laughed wildly and said, "What a bullshit ancestral teaching? You let me practice martial arts all day long, and you beat and scold me when you move. How did you treat me as a human being? I am your son, a person with flesh and blood, and my own thoughts. I won't say these. But when my skills are so successful, you use the bullshit ancestral teaching to stop me, saying that Xiaoyao Sect's disciples would not be able to enter the world without creating peerless martial arts. I'm so, why did you let me practice martial arts? Why are you not good at Su'e? Why did you break us up? Xiaoyao Sect emphasizes being straightforward and loves what I love,

I hate what I hate. It is you who really violates the ancestral teachings. You hate us, but you just maintain the so-called dignity of the master. Yes, I refuse to get married with my junior sister. I also know that in terms of talent and appearance, literature, martial arts and skills, Su E is far inferior to the junior sister. But have you ever thought that the junior sister is only twelve years old now, but I won’t say that the important thing is that I regard my junior sister as my fellow sister, and it is you who force me to take care of human relations. If you choose between death and marrying the junior sister, you would rather choose the former. Because I will never do anything worse than beasts."

The young man became more and more excited as he spoke. He stood up suddenly, looked at the boy in his arms, and showed a sense of determination. He whispered to the baby: "Ran'er, don't blame the cruelty of the father. I am really forced to be helpless. Life and death are fate, and wealth is in the sky. For my father, I will take you away from this cold and ruthless ice peak, and let our family of three go to the underworld to continue the family affection."

After saying that, he picked up the urn and strode out, walked to a cliff, looked at the iron chain bridge connecting the cliffs on both sides, and his face turned fierce and he was about to throw himself into the cliff. At this moment, the boy in his arms was about to cry.

Listening to the child's crying, the young man trembled all over, his cruel look faded, his eyes were filled with tears, and his heartache spit out a mouthful of blood. He said in a low voice: "Ran'er, I hope the heaven has eyes, so that you can survive well." After saying that, he took out a jade pendant from his arms, put it in the child's clothes, kissed his little face fiercely, and then placed the boy underground, and looked at the child reluctantly - although he glanced at it gently, the emotions contained in this glance were deeper than the sea water.

Resolutely holding the porcelain altar, he jumped and disappeared into the abyss...

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"Senior brother! Why are you doing this? Why are Su'e, what's the child? Don't you know that your intentions are just for this child. Since Sister Su'e passed away, I believe that my senior brother has long been determined to die, right?"

The voice is so lively, ethereal and unpredictable, and the voice is so loving and affectionate that it makes people unable to live in. No one in the world can forget this voice after hearing it.

The sky of the earth seems to have become full of loss and melancholy because of this faint sentence. The sky and sunset seem to have lost its color because of this sentence.

A figure in white had already walked from the sunset all over the sky to the cliff. She came from nowhere or how she came from.

Her clothes were fluttering like a ride on the wind. Her white clothes were as white as snow, her long hair was as bright as clouds. Although her teeth were young, she was also graceful and graceful, like a fairy. However, no one could describe her appearance, just because no one in the world dared to look up at her, for fear of blaspheming the appearance of a fairy.

Gently picked up the boy on the ground, his eyes flexibly filled with tears, looking at the evil abyss, as if he was secluded, as if he was resentful, as if he was bitter...

After a long time, she sighed, "Senior brother, don't worry, this mere yin and cold poison is not difficult for my younger sister. My younger sister must help her untie the child and raise him to become a man who stands tall."

At a young age, she seemed to contain infinite sorrow, which really made people want to comfort her. She looked at the boy on the ground and smiled softly, but tears kept falling, and she said softly: "Little guy, senior brother will no longer play with me. When you grow up, will you not accompany your aunt like your father?"

The little boy seemed to hear something while sleeping, and turned his head slightly, and his cute appearance made her very happy. Yes, no matter how beautiful the fairy is, she is still a child. The sadness comes quickly and seems to go quickly.

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There is no time in the mountains, time is like water, and five years pass by, and the quiet and heavy peaks appear more and more lonely.

"Ten years of life and death are vast, and I can't forget it if I don't think about it..." In front of the cliff, a boy about ten years old stood beside him. The boy had sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, red lips and white teeth, and his eyebrows were filled with loneliness and vicissitudes that were not in line with his age. He wore a blue shirt that was cut and combined, and he became more lonely under the erosion of the mountain wind.

At this time, he was opening his mouth and chanting the poem that was not in line with his age. While he was reciting, he looked at the bottomless abyss. Ah, what he wanted to do, did he have any uneasy thoughts and wanted to seek a shortcoming view?

No, at least everyone in the Piaomiao Peak Lingjiu Palace thinks so, because this boy is always there for many years, and he is just dazed here without any trouble. Because he is introverted, no one likes this strange boy except for the young master who raised him. Even if he has the blood of the Lord, he cannot make everyone please, because everyone thinks he is an ominous person, not only killing his mother, but also killing his father.

He didn't care or mind about the rumors, because he was no longer the original him, but a person with a soul in the 21st century. Thinking about his past and his experience, everything was like a dream. He couldn't figure out why Mu Chu, who was obviously the 21st century, came to this virtual martial arts world. After being hit by a car that night, he woke up and found that he had not only become a five-year-old child, but also a descendant of the Lingjiu Palace Xuzhu. But unfortunately, everyone here didn't like him, including his "grandfather" Xu Jinghan. Later, after asking more questions, he realized why he was not liked by others. With the circumstances of his previous life, he completely closed himself here.

Now Mu Chu has no other activities except studying with his master every day. When he is resting, he comes to the cliff to stare blankly, thinking about how to leave here in the future. Every day he looks at the shaking iron chain bridge, with endless frustration. He knows that if he wants to go out, he must learn martial arts and learn well.

However, his "grandfather" regarded himself as a transparent person, so no one would teach him. Originally, Master Gu was the best martial arts master, but she refused to teach him how to learn martial arts, which made him extremely troubled. However, he knew that in the martial arts world, internal energy is the kingly way, and to learn martial arts, you must be familiar with the meridians of the human body, so he begged Master Gu to teach him various miscellaneous studies. In order to avoid Master Gu's suspicion, he learned piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, medicine, star, history, classics and ancient brains. I don't know whether it was God's compensation or the excellent bloodline of the Xu family, which gave him the ability to remember everything he could. In the past five years, he learned far more knowledge than he had learned in his previous life.

After five years of loneliness, he was used to this monotonous life and his name as Li Haoran. From his master, he learned that his name was Xu Haoran. Since he saw the cold eyes of others, he resolutely changed to his mother's surname in anger.

Li Haoran thought to himself: Since the Xu family does not regard itself as descendants, why should he follow their surname? He knew that the ancients attached the most importance to the concept of "there are three kinds of unfilial piety, and no descendants are the greatest". In this way, he would have cut off the incense of the Xu family, but he also cut off the path of learning the Xiaoyao School of martial arts. However, he was not worried about this, because there was also a junior who loved him, Duan Susu.

Duan Susu, an orphan of a famous family, was once the Duan family who was the Dali family that was so powerful that it was the south of the world. During the Northern Song Dynasty, the Duan family was famous for their "one Yang Finger" and "six meridians swords" and made a great reputation.

Li Haoran doesn't believe that such a masterpiece will disappear with the passage of time. As soon as the time comes, he will be careful and will teach himself. His confidence comes from Duan Susu's love for him. As he gets older, Li Haoran's idea of ​​learning martial arts becomes more and more urgent. He knows that he cannot miss the golden period of martial arts, so he has been thinking about how to let Duan Susu teach him these days.

Suddenly, someone said, "Ran'er, what are you thinking? Are your homework done?" His voice was clever, as if he had natural purity. Li Haoran didn't have to look back to know that the visitor was the closest person in his life - Duan Susu.

"Yes, I'm so idle in the house, so I'll go out for a walk." Li Haoran looked back and looked at this beautiful face that was not as good as the world, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

Duan Susu didn't care about Li Haoran's name. In Li Haoran's words, such a young girl, you take advantage of me as my sister. Although Duan Susu is not in the world, she is also a woman. Why don't she like the praises of people she is close to?

Looking at Jian Shui's eyes that seemed to see through everything, Li Haoran sighed secretly, and couldn't bear to let her teach herself to practice martial arts in a deceptive way. He took a deep breath and said firmly: "Sister Susu, I want to learn martial arts."

Duan Susu was stunned when she heard this, and then returned to her original state. She smiled and said, "You finally said it after so long. I thought my Ran'er could hold on until next year! Alas, the child couldn't hold back."

Li Haoran couldn't help but feel ashamed when he heard this. It turned out that he had known his little jiujiu for a long time. He was just testing his patience and waiting for his request. Fortunately, he thought he was doing it perfectly. However, when he heard her tone, he seemed to have hope of learning skills, but he didn't care about her playing. He said anxiously: "Sister Su Su, you, you really want to teach me martial arts." He was so happy that he couldn't even say a word.

Duan Susu touched Li Haoran's head and smiled and said, "Will I still lie to you?"

"But, the martial arts of Xiaoyao Sect is not spread, and that person will not let you pass on the martial arts to me. I don't want to make things difficult for you. I think it's better to forget it!" After being happy, Li Haoran calmed down immediately because he was afraid that his request would cause trouble to his only relative.

Duan Susu watched Li Haoran's transformation from happiness to despair, tears flashed in his eyes, and a hint of touch and pity appeared in his water-like heart. His eyes turned, thinking of his plans, his eyes were lively and he said playfully: "Ran'er, the martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect cannot be passed down, but what I teach you is the family-born martial arts, but the Xiaoyao Sect cannot be controlled. What's more, you are not a member of the Xiaoyao Sect, and those rules cannot control you. Although the Duan family has lost, the family-born martial arts are not weaker than others." Thinking about the exquisiteness of the family-born martial arts, Duan Susu was both proud and lost.
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