I have a role in the heavens

In the south of Lingnan, Songjia Mountain City is located at the confluence of the Yushui River, facing water on three sides and majestic mountains. The stone city is built from the mountainside and follows the mountains. The main buildings are located on the large flat land opened up by the mountains. On the top, the situation is dangerous, with the spirit of a man in charge. The mountains and plains near Junlin, facing Yulin County from a distance, symbolize the power that dominates the safety of the entire Lingnan District.

Dozens of large warehouses and hundreds of large and small docks were also built along the Yu River. The docks were filled with large and small ships, and there was constant traffic on the river. The prosperity and prosperity made him feel spectacular. Surrounded by mountains, gloomy rivers, and rugged and dangerous terrain, even with tens of thousands of elite soldiers, they may not be able to be of use.

The Song Family Mountain City consumed an unknown amount of manpower and material resources, and it took three generations and more than a hundred years to build it to its current scale. The city has long-term reserves of food for more than a year, and there is spring water, which is sweet and delicious, and it is perfect for making tea. The construction of the mountain city was mainly due to its uniqueness and danger, but without the wealth of Yulin County, the entire mountain city would only have a majestic appearance. Now it can complement each other, and with the advantages of water and land transportation, it can reach the whole country. .

If you are on the mountain road to the city, whenever you reach a dangerous point on the cliff, you will feel like you are hanging in the air, with the river flowing below, and it is an endless wonder. The appearance and interior of Song Family Mountain City will give people two completely different feelings. If the former reminds people of offensive and defensive killings, the latter will only remind people of Ning Yi and Peace.

There are hundreds of houses distributed in the city, connected by more than ten orderly bluestone-paved avenues. The most distinctive feature is that it rises layer by layer along the mountain. Each level is connected by stone steps and slopes. It is convenient for residents to drop off their cars immediately.

Trees and flowers are planted along the road, and spring water from the mountain is introduced to form streams, which are interspersed in the garden residences, forming small bridges, flowing water, ponds and pavilions and other endless beautiful scenery. The space is spacious and comfortable, and it has the scenery of a Jiangnan garden. Being in it feels like being in a garden. In a large garden on a mountain.

The main building complex is gathered on a large platform about two miles around the ninth floor. The towering pavilions and elegant architecture are made of wood and stone. From the eaves to the flower windows, the decoration is meticulous, creating a southern atmosphere. The powerful cultural atmosphere makes people feel the Song Dynasty's important position in the south. There is a courtyard at the top of the mountain city, which is Song Que's retreat, the Sharpening Hall.

Song Que opened his tiger eyes, and there were thousands of knife shadows shining in his eyes. They were sharp and cut down everything in the world. With a solemn expression, he stood up, holding the thick-backed knife in his hand, and walked out step by step. Song Que had been there for many years. He hasn't stepped out of the Sharpening Hall anymore. He's coming out again today. Something big must have happened that requires him to take action.

Song Que stepped out of the courtyard. Under the bright sunshine, a handsome face without any flaws appeared. Under his thick and clear eyebrows, there was a pair of eyes that were as bright and bright as gems. They were broad and bright. His forehead shows wisdom beyond ordinary people, and his silence has a melancholy expression that can impress anyone, but it also makes people feel that the emotion is deep and elusive.

Song Que's temples were frosted, but they didn't show signs of aging at all. Instead, they gave him the aristocratic air of a high-ranking official and the demeanor of a Confucian scholar. It is also daunting and unattainable. Coupled with his well-proportioned and graceful body shape and Yuanting's posture, he indeed has the invincible demeanor of an unparalleled top master.

Song Zhi, the Earth Sword, bowed and stood outside the door of the Sharpening Hall. He looked at his eldest brother who was stepping out with excitement and admiration in his eyes. Song Que, the Heavenly Sword, was the white jade pillar holding up the sky and the purple golden beam that supported the sea. , is the belief of Lingnan soldiers and civilians, even Song Zhi, who has achieved the status of a master, is no exception.

Song Zhi took two steps forward, with a bit of anger and worry on his face, and approached Song Que to report.

"Brother, that child Yuhua was wronged. She married Xie Wenlong of Duzunbao for the sake of our Song family. Now the shadow assassin Yang Xuyan actually assassinated Xie Wenlong, making Yuhua a widow at a young age. The Demon Sect really has no control over it. We, the Song family, take it seriously! This matter cannot be let go just like this!"

Song Que waved his hand to stop Song Zhi's complaint. There was a bit of guilt on his handsome face. He felt a bit guilty for his eldest daughter Song Yuhua. For the sake of family planning, he betrothed her to the playboy Jie Wenlong. She had accepted her great grievance, and now her husband was killed. If he, as a father, did not stand up, he would really not have this daughter.

"I will give Yuhua an explanation for this matter and seek justice for her!"

After saying that, Song Que left the Song family mountain city with a thick-backed sword on his waist and took a boat to go north. Suddenly, the world was in an uproar and the rivers and lakes were boiling.

Song Que, the world's best swordsman, has not left Lingnan for more than ten years. Now that his son-in-law was assassinated, he has returned to the world. The four major sects of Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, and Demons were shocked by this, moved one after another, and paid attention. Song Que’s movements and whereabouts.

Outside Lingnan, in the territory of Bashu, there is an unknown green mountain.

Song Que, the Heavenly Sword, had a thick-backed sword slung around his waist. His palm was already resting on the handle of the sword. His handsome face was full of caution, his eyes were narrowed into a line, and his sharp gaze was like a sword, with its edge clearly revealed. , the momentum was at full strength, and the entire mountain forest was filled with a sense of murder, which was extremely terrifying.

The person who could make Song Que feel like he was facing a formidable enemy was certainly not an ordinary person. Opposite him stood a scribe and poet who stood proudly, wearing a large Confucian robe and long black hair hanging on his back. The mountain wind blew by, flying freely. Wild and uninhibited, flamboyant and free, the scribe's face had a look of concern for the country and the people, his eyes were full of tenderness and compassion, with a bit of sadness, and his charm was amazing. He put his right hand behind his back, blocking Song Que's path.

"Evil King Shi Zhixuan, do you want to stop me?"

The expression in Shi Zhixuan's eyes kept changing. Sometimes he was full of compassion, and sometimes he was indifferent. The changes were endless, making people wonder which face was his true face. He sighed in a faint voice.

"Please also ask Lord Song to turn around and return to the Song Family Mountain City!"

Shi Zhixuan also heard about Song Que's appearance and knew that Yang Xuyan's martial arts alone would definitely not be able to withstand the power of the heavenly sword, so he had to show up to stop Song Que.

Song Que's expression was slightly cold, and he said sarcastically with a bit of a smile on his lips.

"Your disciple killed my son-in-law. I haven't even had a fight with you yet. How dare you stop me?"

"Do you really think that the sword on my waist, Song Que, can't kill people?"

Song Que lowered his eyes and looked at the heavenly sword at his waist. His aura surged, and a flash of white light shone. The sword was unsheathed, and he stepped on it. The light of the sword spread across the void, and the sword's light was sharp. Song Que's person and the sword became one and the same. Divided and integrated into a whole, it is a strong and profound feeling, subtle and difficult to describe.

Song Que's eyes simultaneously shone with divine light, covering Shi Zhixuan, making Shi Zhixuan feel that no part of his body, inside or outside, could be hidden from the observation of this man who was known as the best swordsman in the world. He could be seen through, as if he were naked. , exposed to cold wind and snow.

The moment Song Que held the sword, an invisible but tangible sword force, like a copper wall and an iron wall, came towards Shi Zhixuan with Song Que as the center. He had to use his luck to resist, and even more, he had to muster up his fighting spirit, otherwise he would be heartbroken. Cold, collapse without a fight. Such martial arts cannot be believed to be true unless people witness it and experience it.

Song Que's divine will reached its peak. God is the mind, mind is the body and mind. Every time a sword is struck, the whole body follows. The mind and spirit are unified. The thick-backed sword cuts through the air and comes with various wonderful phenomena. It can't stop in a space of about two feet. Changes, every change is so clear, as if one's thoughts are written out with a knife. The most terrible thing is that every change makes Shi Zhixuan's prepared countermeasures useless, giving rise to a decadent feeling that all previous efforts have been wasted. By using the sword to this point, you have reached the pinnacle and reached a state of perfection.

As the force of the sword changed, so did his footwork. Even Shi Zhixuan couldn't predict which angle he would attack from in the end.

Shi Zhixuan was not weak at all. His right hand stretched out from behind, turning into finger shadows all over the sky, cutting through the void, condensing into one, stabbing forward, using his left hand as a palm, and waved it out frequently, dozens of circular aura rings formed, It was put on the hand and wrist, and it hit the knife shadows in the sky. There were bursts of air explosion sounds in the air, and the roar was endless, like a thunderous thunder, shaking the mountains and forests.

"boom!"

The aura rings hanging on Shi Zhixuan's wrists were cut through by the sword energy one by one, and the sword shadows in the air were also disillusioned one by one. The phantom body movement under Shi Zhixuan's feet was like a ghost, flashing left and right, leaving afterimages all over a ten-foot radius. Song Que continued to attack around the Heavenly Sword.

Song Que's body is like a mountain, his spirit combines with heaven and earth, his spirit is infinitely high, his spirit is perfect, and his fighting spirit is constantly sublimating. His black hair is flying behind him, his spirit is heroic, his momentum is like a rainbow, and he is as motionless as a mountain. The thick-backed sword in his hand dances exquisitely. The Qi is vertical and horizontal, the Gang Qi is overflowing, the surrounding mountains and forests are in a mess, and the dust is flying.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The sound of fighting continued in this unknown green mountain, trees collapsed, and rocks flew. The two were like gods in myths and legends, destroying the world and destroying the earth, with immeasurable magical powers and terrifying power.

Half a day later, the world heard that the evil king Shi Zhixuan and the heavenly sword Song Que had a battle in the land of Bashu. It was difficult to decide the winner for a hundred rounds. Finally, they reached an agreement that the evil king Shi Zhixuan would not interfere with Yang Xuyan's affairs. The heavenly sword Song Que also He turned around and returned to the Song Family Mountain City.

As soon as this news came out, Xie Hui of Duzun Fort finally couldn't restrain the hatred in his heart and used all his strength to chase down the shadow assassin Yang Xuyan. Yang Xuyan fled all the way and was in a state of embarrassment.

There is Lingshan Mountain in the middle of Sichuan, and Emei is the most beautiful place in the world.

Hou Xibai closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the solitary blue stone in the pool. The waterfall was pouring in front of him, the water roared, and the rapids on both sides of him were gurgling, but his mind was extremely peaceful and clear.

Deep in the soul, thoughts are clear, true nature is agile, rising infinitely, filling the void, breathing and operating together with all things.

Hou Xibai felt that he had become the center of the universe. The essence of the sky penetrated through the top of his head and flowed down along the Ren meridian. The essence of the earth went straight up from the Du meridian and merged in the circumferential movement of the Ren and Du meridian.

When he reaches the realm of a supreme master like Hou Xibai, the most mysterious thing is no longer to absorb and refine the essence of heaven and earth to help increase his power, but that the essence of heaven and earth and his innate true energy are no longer limited by the physical barrier and establish Intangible and seamless connection, there is no difference between things and me, no distinction between inside and outside, impermanence and no self, the integration of heaven and man.

The integration of internal and external heaven and earth is no longer an idealistic feeling, but real and true. The laws of the innate true energy are no longer just coincident with the principles of heaven and earth, but actually and the essence of heaven and earth, in accordance with the laws of the universe. The laws of heaven and earth circulate endlessly, and their movements are endless, and they are no longer distinguishable from each other.

Although it is said that acquired things are made with some action, limited by physical constitution, they have their limits; innate things are made without action, seizing the creation of heaven and earth, gathering the essence of the sun and moon, and absorbing the natural power of heaven and earth, which is endless.

However, in fact, there is still only one person among ten thousand who can truly cultivate and evolve his own innate true energy to the point where he is in harmony with heaven and earth, and the endless realm. The road is long and long, and the hardships and hardships involved are difficult to explain to outsiders. !

Suddenly, Hou Xibai gradually felt that for miles around the waterfall and pool, every bit of life in the mountains and fields was connected to him. Completely forgetful of self, blending heaven and earth, illuminating all things.

Originally, Yang Xuyan was being chased by Wulin judge Xie Hui, which was none of Hou Xibai's business, but a letter from Shi Zhixuan still made Hou Xibai wear the stars and the moon, travel across mountains and rivers to Mount Emei, and quietly wait for the arrival of Xie Hui and Yang Xuyan. .

Shi Zhixuan knew very well that Yang Xuyan did not assassinate Jie Wenlong, but the assassin knew the martial arts of Butian Pavilion very well, and was very familiar with Yang Xuyan. There was only one person in the world who could achieve such a situation, and that was the person who had been with him since he was a child. Hou Xibai, who studied with Yang Xuyan, and Shi Zhixuan still didn't understand that it was Hou Xibai who did this.

But Shi Zhixuan was too lazy to explain to the outside world. After all, both Hou Xibai and Yang Xuyan were his disciples. He was half responsible for whoever killed Jie Wenlong, so why bother!

Only Yang Xuyan, the unlucky man, kept explaining that he was not responsible for the murder, but he couldn't explain why Xie Hui would believe the words of his enemy who killed his son. He could only fight and escape at the same time. He was in a state of embarrassment and suffered a lot.

Hou Xibai's mind returned, and his true spirit disappeared into the void. His eyes were clear and his heart was like a mirror, observing the surrounding sky. He slowly stood up and looked at the horizon. One after another, two figures came into view.

The man in front of him was wearing a black brocade robe. He was handsome, with a bit of coldness, and his eyes were extremely indifferent. Even though he was running for his life and in a state of embarrassment, there was still no fluctuation. He was like a dry well, and his mind was dead.

Behind him was a man about fifty years old, with a high forehead and straight nose, dark complexion, and a proud and indifferent expression. He stood there casually, with a domineering aura that shocked everyone, although it was not as good as Song Que's. The magnanimity of looking down upon the world and the world at my disposal can still make anyone respect him and leave a deep impression on him. He didn't wear any weapons, but no one dared to doubt his powerful lethality.

Hou Xibai's body fluttered and flashed to the middle of the road, his expression was lazy, he even stretched, yawned, tilted his head, and glanced at Yang Xuyan, who was stained with blood, with a somewhat joking smile. , joked.

"Hey, what's wrong with Senior Brother Yang? He's in such a mess and is being hunted down!"

Although Yang Xuyan was very disgusted with Hou Xibai's sarcasm, he still stopped, exhaled a breath, and relaxed a little. He knew that Hou Xibai appeared here to help him. The two of them joined forces, even if they didn't The enemy Jiehui can also retreat intact, so there is no need to run for his life.

Xie Hui stood with his hands behind his back and looked at Hou Xibai. He was dressed in white robe, seven feet tall and extremely handsome. He couldn't help but feel a flash of surprise. This was the first time he had seen a man who was more handsome than Song Que.

Her temperament is refined, free and easy, her eyes are as bright as the sun and moon. She holds a folding fan in her hand. Judging from the material, the fan ribs are made of fine ivory, as warm as jade, as white as gelatin, and feel delicate to the touch. The fan surface is made of silkworm silk. It's done, it's impervious to water and fire, and it's indestructible to swords. This folding fan is priceless and priceless.

The Baimei fan in Hou Xibai's hand is the most valuable treasure in his body. However, this fan is not his own. It is the inherited treasure of the Huajian sect. He has no right to dispose of it, otherwise it would have been pawned by him and exchanged for gold. If you already have a lot of money, how can you go to the Dashi Temple and eat fast and chant the Buddha's name for so many years just because of a mouthful of rice?

"Who are you?"

Xie Hui's voice was extremely cold, and his heart was full of anger. His whole body was on fire, like a powder keg. His only son was killed, and his enemy was right in front of him. Whoever dared to stop him would be his life and death enemy.

Hou Xibai still felt a little guilty in his heart. After all, Jie Wenlong was killed by himself. Facing the suffering master, he was somewhat lacking in momentum, so he spoke with a slight smile on his face.

"Master Jie, Senior Brother Yang is wrong for killing your son, but I couldn't help myself and came here under the orders of my master. I'm really sorry!"

Regardless of other things, Hou Xibai wanted to put this shit basin on Yang Xuyan's head. Even if Yang Xuyan knew the truth and explained it to the outside world, no one would believe it. This is the fear of people's words and preconceptions.

How did Yang Xuyan know that the real murderer was Hou Xibai next to him? Seeing that he was still exchanging greetings with Xie Hui, he said coldly.

"Hou Xibai, don't talk nonsense with him, let's join forces and repel him together!"

Yang Xuyan has made great progress in these years, and his cultivation has reached the innate realm. He has the cultivation of a first-class master. He also practices the way of killing. He has amazing combat power, cruel methods, and is good at assassination. Even a master master cannot do it. Dare to underestimate.

Yang Xuyan took a look at Hou Xibai and saw that the aura around him was floating and unstable, as if he had just broken through to the innate realm. Thinking that the other party was here to help, he frowned slightly and took the initiative.

"I will be responsible for the main attack, and you can just stay on the sidelines to contain him. This old guy has profound skills and strong cultivation. Don't show off, be careful!"

It was the first time that Yang Xuyan cared so much about Hou Xibai, which moved Hou Xibai, and he secretly decided that if he pretended to be Yang Xuyan one less time in the future, he would be worthy of his concern this time.

Yang Xuyan just didn't know what Hou Xibai was thinking, otherwise he would definitely turn his gun and join forces with Xie Hui to besiege Hou Xibai.

Hou Xibai Xiuwei made some cover-ups and deliberately hid his clumsiness. When he heard Yang Xuyan's words, he was willing to save some energy, nodded, and agreed without hesitation.

Only then did Yang Xuyan feel relieved. His body moved like an arrow from the string, and a stream of light flashed across. A thin sword in his hand stabbed Xie Hui's throat. Although the sword was thin, it was full of killing intent and was brutal and bloody.