The Legend of Futian

A storm returned to peace, and everything that happened in the Jie Palace was spread. Things happened that year, Jie Palace was still standing, even stronger, and many people faintly guessed something.

However, the parties were silent about it. No one mentioned it, and Tianhe Daozu did n’t ask about foreign affairs. It seemed to be a great blow. Gradually, no one would guess those things, let alone because Tianhe Daozu did n’t come out. In fact, the Jie Palace is the invincible hegemonic existence of Tianhe Jie.

But now, the majesty of the Imperial Palace has been questioned. On that day, Qi Xuanzhang's questioning still lingered in his ears. The Imperial Palace sold the Tianhe Taoist ancestors thoroughly, using extremely despicable means on the surface and Tianhe Taozu as The alliance, however, cooperated with the protoss in the back, and wiped out the ancestors of Tianhe Dao.

Duan Qing can be regarded as more dead than death. Although he is for the benefit of the family, those who strangled him.

However, even if the king is defeated, even if it is known that the imperial palace is low, but the imperial palace stands on the top of the heaven and earth, who dare to say anything.

Presumably, the Imperial Palace has also been afraid of the existence of Tianhe Taozu.

This time Duan Qing's death, the Imperial Palace could do nothing.

Over time, the number of people discussing this matter gradually decreased, and Ye Futian has been practicing on the mountain.

Participating in the same deed contains the meaning of the five elements and gossip. It has many mysteries and can even be used to practice the matrix method. For Ye Futian, who is good at various ways, he is indeed very suitable for practicing the same deed.

Moreover, participating in the same agreement fits the Tao of Heaven and Earth. Just as the world of Tianhejie wants to worship under the gates of Tianhe Taoist ancestors, it can bring people closer to the soul of Taoism and impact the realm of emperor.

Day by day practice, Ye Futian's perception of heaven and earth is getting stronger and stronger, and it feels like it won't take long for him to reach that level. The spirit and soul merge into the heaven and earth avenue. Nothing, nothing, he is Tao.

It was a sublimation, so although it seemed that there was only one step away, it was very difficult to move forward.

The Shenzhou calendar of 1034 years is gradually coming to an end. Ye Futian has been here for almost a year. It has snowed in Tianhe City, and for many days, the vast white snow has covered Tianhe City, beautiful.

The mountain where Ye Futian is also turned into a snow mountain.

Above the snow-capped mountains, a vicissitudes old man is teaching a woman to practice, both of them are serious.

The two of them are Tianhe Daozu and Xu Ping'an. Xu Ping'an was quickly improved under the teachings of Tianhe Daozu. Her talent is very outstanding. After all, the blood of the first sword emperor in Tianhe Realm flows in her body, so she fits into Kendo .

Xu Ping'an practiced his sword in the snow, Tianhe Daozu looked at it quietly, and gradually, he looked over the sky, and murmured: "It will be fifty years soon."

"Master, what fifty years?" A voice came from behind the ancestor of Tianhe Road. A white-haired figure came out of the snow, leaving footprints on the mountain. He was all white, as if immersed in the snow. , Still deep.

Ye Futian walked to the side of Tianhe Dazu and watched Xu Ping practicing sword together.

"How is spiritual practice?" Tianhe Daozu didn't respond to his words, but asked.

"It shouldn't take too long." Ye Futian said, he had a feeling that it was not far from Wudao.

"Well, if there is an epiphany, don't rush into the realm and don't enter the emperor for the time being." Tianhe Taozu asked.

"Why?" Ye Futian showed a hint of doubt. What does this mean?

Let him impact the realm of the emperor, but let him not break through.

"Aren't you asking for fifty years, something will happen next year." Tianhe said.

Ye Futian groaned slightly, then nodded without asking.

"Futian, how old are you?" Tianhe Dazu asked curiously.

"This year, it's fifty." Ye Futian said.

"Exactly fifty?" Tianhe Dazu asked.

"Yes." Ye Futian nodded, unconsciously, he was fifty. If it were ordinary people, fifty is already an old man.

"So clever?" Tianhe Dazu smiled and said nothing.

"What a coincidence?"

Ye Futian didn't know what Tianhe Daozu was referring to. Tianhe Daozu didn't continue to say, and he didn't ask.

Ye Futian also sat down and sat down on the snow beside Tianhe Road's ancestor, watching the safe sword practice in front.

Although Ping An is also a princely realm, in the eyes of Ye Futian today, Ping An still looks like a young girl. This is probably a change of state of mind. He used to see the princes as unattainable and can be a small country emperor.

Looking at the prince now, he is already a junior figure. This feeling is unclear, but it happened naturally.

In fact, Ye Futian was only fifty years old. If he had been before, many princes were much older than him.

This is a little change of mood. Although he is only fifty years old, his experience is far more than his peers, and even more exciting than many hundreds of years old.

Fifty years of practice, from the smallest world, step by step to the peak of the Three Thousand Avenues, the supreme world, each step is exceptionally pragmatic, and has experienced many, I am afraid that his state of mind is comparable to the hundreds of Guys.

"You look at the safe practice again." Tianhe Dazu said, then got up and left, leaving Ye Futian here.

Ye Futian nodded gently, still looking at Ping An, watching her practice sword, his eyes were mild, like looking at his junior, Ping An was indeed his junior, and he also knew that the teacher had his heart on the Ping family Guilt, the blood of the First Sword Emperor of Tianhe Realm was only Ping'an.

Snow flakes danced in the sky. Although the sword air had the meaning of killing, Ye Futian still felt the beauty. Practicing swords in the snow, snowflakes flying and shattering under the sword, Ye Futian looked at it and fell into a distant place. in memory.

He remembered things when he was young. The snowflakes in the sky seemed to pull back his thoughts decades ago. When he was a boy, he practiced in Qingzhou Xuegong Palace, where he had the rest of his life, there was a parody, and there was Qin Yi. Sister, some teachers spend love.

That time was very difficult at the time, but now it seems beautiful in retrospect.

He thought of Donghaicheng again, Cangye Kingdom, Donghuanghuang, Shushan, and thatched cottage.

Yi Xiang, Ye Tianzi, teacher Mr. Du, brothers and sisters, all traced in his mind, forming a scene of memories, these memories are imprinted in the mind, never forgotten, now in retrospect, it is as if it happened yesterday It ’s so beautiful.

At this time, Ye Futian was very relaxed. He had never been relaxed. Since he entered the Supreme Realm, he has never done so because he has a lot on his body and has experienced a lot. Even this year, he saw the teacher with his own eyes. Taken away, you can imagine what kind of imprint left in my heart.

Although it was silent at the time, I felt only by myself.

The wind was blowing, and the snowflakes fell on Ye Futian's body. He was still watching Ping An's sword safely, as if in front of him, and it was very vague.

Gradually, the figure of peace seemed to be farther and farther, no longer in front of him, his consciousness seemed to drift to a distant place, he seemed to be no longer in place, but above the sky.

His consciousness was transformed into wind and snowflakes, flying across the sky. He not only saw peace, but also saw the whole snow mountain, and then saw the endless white snow mountain range.

The snow was falling and growing, and the falling snowflakes were like goose feathers. I do n’t know how long it took, the sword finally stopped, the sword dissipated, and the practice ceased peacefully. Due to the existence of the sword gas, the snowflake could not stay on her but the sword stopped After that, snow fell on her.

She stretched out her hand safely, and a white snow fell on the palm of her hand, and a bright smile appeared on her face. It was extremely beautiful, and it was pure beauty, like a jasper without time.

"What happened to Uncle?"

Looking peacefully, a hint of doubt was revealed to the front. I saw Ye Futian was covered with white snow, sitting quietly like a snowman, his breathing was well-balanced, except that the heat from the breath would melt the snowflake , Other parts of the body are covered by white snow.

Seeing that she stopped practicing Ye Futian, Ping An still couldn't help but show a strange look. Could it be that the uncle is also practicing?

Thinking of this, Ping An didn't bother Ye Futian, worrying about interrupting Ye Futian's practice.

At this moment, a gust of wind was blowing on the snow-capped mountains, the wind was blowing, the snowflakes were flying in the sky, and the snow on Ye Futian also danced and left his body.

The wind blew on Ping'an, her body trembled slightly, as if she felt something, but she couldn't catch it. The feeling was extremely wonderful.

"what is this?"

Peace murmured, the wind blew, Ye Futian opened his eyes and stood up, a smile appeared in his eyes.

"Uncle, you are awake," Ping An said.

"Yes." Ye Futian nodded, and said, "Peace, I have practiced Kendo, and I will show you some of my experience of Kendo over the years, which may be helpful to you."

"Okay ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Ping An nodded slightly. Does the uncle want to pass on his kendo?

Uncle also taught her some before, but did not teach it like this.

I saw that at this time, Ye Futian's eyes and pupils became extremely bright, seemingly dazzling.

"Don't resist," Ye Futian said, looking at Ping An, then Ping An felt the divine thoughts directly into her mind. She saw a sword, and then saw countless swords, the sword of the road, each The handle swords are like the essence of the road.

For a moment, her mind seemed to be wrapped in a sword. The whole world, with only the sword left, entered the sword world.

Ye Futian quickly regained his gaze and calmed his eyes. In recent years, the spiritual practice of the sword has been branded directly into the mind of Ping in a unique way.

Ye Futian turned around and stepped away from Bai Xue, and the snowflakes still fell and fell on him.

Ping An is still standing there, as if in a state of stillness, the sword of his body is constantly flowing, and after a long time, the sword's qi is rising, Xu Ping An, breaks the ground!