Ancient domain

Koichi responded to the boatman's words, looked up, and found himself stuck on a bank full of purples and reds, and a hundred flowers bloomed. He took his little hand, walked up the flat stone steps to the bridge, and stepped into the sea of ​​flowers.

"Woooo..."

"What's the matter?" the boatman said softly.

"I don't know, I want to cry."

"It's so beautiful, don't you think it's not real enough, or are you afraid of losing the opportunity to appreciate these beautiful things?"

"It's scary—it's strange! Where is this place?" Yachi tightly held the same petite palm of the boatman.

"This is the foot of Xuanyuan Mountain. Look, there is a staircase leading to the gate of Xuanyuan Villa. We will practice in the villa." The boatman pointed to the zigzag stretch along the mountain and into the sea of ​​clouds in the distance. Wooden steps.

"Should we go up there?"

"How do I remember that Koichi has always been a young child prodigy with great energy and boundless strength?"

"Of course! I'll go up this distance in no time!" said Miao, slapping her chest.

"This is Koichi! Let's go."

The boatman had just moved away, when Koichi took his hand again: "Where is the agreed father?"

"Look, he's right on the shore"

Koyi immediately turned his head and found his father standing on the bamboo raft, getting farther and farther away from him. Koyi hurried to the shore, but still couldn't overcome the fear of the water waves, and threw himself on the long bridge.

The confused figure yelled at him: "Miao'er! Listen carefully to Kara Dobi's words! Queen of the Twelve Fate! Be sure to come to me! It must be difficult without your father's company, but you must grow strong and become Only real men can come to me! Wipe away your tears and turn around! This is my son!"

Suddenly he gritted his teeth, plunged into the river, and rowed desperately towards his father, the harder he struggled, the more his body became disobedient, and he kept slapping and spinning on the spot, and gradually sank into the river In the depths, the muddy water was sucked into his lungs, he pursed his lips tightly, his limbs were still swinging vigorously, and he stared at the bottom of the boat receding on the river with a pair of firm eyes. The boatman rushed to the river and jumped into the waterway. The bamboo raft also flowed to the end with the waves, but there was obviously no one on the bamboo raft.

His eyesight was dim, he was half asleep, the sound of the stream gurgling, the wet and cold air slapped on Koichi's legs, and the soft blanket was kicked away and pressed against his waist.

"Wake up," said the boatman.

Koichi sat up quietly.

"Your body feels fine, is there any discomfort?"

Yiyi lowered his head, looked at the white underwear on his body, and said blankly, "No, I'm fine."

"Do you want to rest for a while or have something to eat?"

He replied in a cold voice: "I'm not hungry, take me to practice, where is Caradobi?"

"Uh—" the boatman scratched the top of his head, pulled the hat bucket away, and smiled expectantly: "I am Caradobi!"

"Let's go."

Caradobi frowned suddenly: "Uh... let's go"

"For the next twelve fates, please give me more advice, Master."

「艸一」

"It's all right, I'm ready." Koichi quickly slid out of bed and stood on the ground.

"I understand." Caradobi touched the top of Koichi's head with his palms while speaking, showing a forced smile, and the surrounding air stopped flowing. He said calmly, "Your root comes from the "chivalry" ’, come with me.”

Cottage followed him silently, stepped out of the warm hut, stone slabs protruded neatly arranged aisles among the flowers, and autumn butterflies fluttered in the cool breeze, spreading all the colors in the world to the entire mountain bend, this auspicious quiet It was unbelievable that even the insects and birds were silent, straightening their feathers calmly, overlooking the reptiles on the trees, only the stream next to the foot of the scorpion, occasionally turning up the shadow of a fish.

"Yiyi, the place we are walking now is called Jiuyou Valley, and this stream is named Zhujuan. Every fourth evening, the Zhujuan flowers on the upper reaches of the Red Waterfall will bloom on the top of the mountain, and the Zhujuan River will be like an The never-ending banquet, covered with bright red rays, this season is called "the end of autumn" in ancient books, and we will soon be able to appreciate it. "

He Yi did not respond, his hand was lightly held by Caradobi, and he walked slowly upstream. Caradobi took him to a corner, and suddenly there were low houses all over the hills and plains on the slope valley. They have their own colors, carvings, and seals. Caradobi has some freckles on his cheeks, a large flat face, and square ears. It looks funny and harmless, but Koichi noticed his sad expression.

"Are you sad too?" Cotta asked in a low voice.

"I'll be back, I'll be back. By then, there will be many people like Caradobi here, and it will be lively again!" Caradobi's tone was abnormally joyful, like a cheerful person, but his heart was sad.

"Is there no one in the house?"

"Hmm." Caradobi lowered his pointed ears.

As soon as he rubbed Caradobi's palms lightly, the two continued to walk, along the stone stairs alternated with high and low, and came to a small house. The misty geometric lines, the circular windows, the circular wooden doors and the arched exterior are all made of a light gray wood.

Caradobi pushed open the quaint wooden door, and there were only two spaces in the house. There was a table and three stone benches in the living room, and a large bed and a very small low bed in the bedroom, not far away. Yi soon noticed that the slender scabbard and the dark green thick-bladed long sword were placed horizontally on the table at the end of the living room. The table reflected an unusual golden light, and the carvings and borders on it were in harmony with the surrounding out of place.

"Yuyi, come here." Karadobi stood in front of the sword platform and waved.

With a golden glow in his eyes, he stared straight at Shen Fang's long sword and followed his footsteps, while Caradobi put the long sword flat between his palms, held it up in front of him, and said excitedly: "Pick it up!" Come on, Koichi, from now on, it will accompany you like a shadow, a sword and a friend."

Joy raised his hands happily, stretched them out at will, and stroked them under the body and hilt of the sword, until the moment Caradobi left his hands, the long sword slammed and fell into the ground, leaving only A small portion of the edge and the hilt of the sword still floated above the ground, and a deep crack was drawn in Koichi's right palm, blood flowed out, the sword was as heavy as the earth.

Kala Duobi said calmly: "Yiyi, this is your first lesson, pull out this sword and hold it carefully. This is the supreme sword passed down from generation to generation by the Sword Sect of the Xuanyuan Clan──"Lingying Sword "."

"Yeah!" Koichi bent down excitedly, put his hands on the hilt of the sword, and immediately pulled out his own blush and blue veins.

Caradobi said directly: "Slow down! Let's deal with the injuries on your hands first!"

"It's okay! Just wait for it to be fine!" He waved his hand.

Caradobi bowed his head and smiled, leaving the words: "Oh, it's time for me to go to bed." Then he stretched and walked to his room.

"Okay!" Koichi continued to draw his sword.

In the bedroom, Caradobi was lying on the small bed alone, tossing and turning, his eyes always focused on the slightly larger double bed, then covering his ears, looking at his little hands again, as if he had forgotten something, and finally He simply wrapped his face with a quilt, and soon snored, with his limbs spread out.

Suddenly there was the sound of heavy objects scraping the ground in the living room. Caradobi jumped out of bed and hid by the door. He caught a glimpse of Cottage holding the scabbard with two hands and dragging the heavy Spirit Shadow Sword. He followed Cottage secretly. Behind him, he waved his hand to bring stone dust from the window, filling the deep groove on the floor.

Yi Yi exerted all his brute strength, dragged his epee to climb higher and higher, and walked into a plateau covered with green grass. The smell of the sea wafted faintly from the end of the plateau. He continued to move forward and dragged a long distance , suddenly found that he had stepped on the top of a cliff with no boundaries, a cliff stretched down into the mighty sea, and the wall facing the sea was engraved with a big ancient cursive script - "Wuwangya".

Caradobi hid in the green bushes above his head, rubbed his palms anxiously, and stretched his legs tightly. Fortunately, Kaladobi just sat down on the spot, dragged the epee out of the scabbard staggeringly, and the scabbard immediately rolled After a few laps, he was about to fall off the cliff, but he immediately stretched out his hand to hook it back, and the dangling epee fell onto his leg with a snap. He quickly raised the blade, pushed the sword aside, and patted his thigh. After a while, he sat up, struggled to grab the epee on the cliff with both hands, found a huge boulder, carved a deep oblique groove on the stone surface, and shed tears quietly. The blade is thick and solid, but deep and slender.

He stretched out his sleeves and gently wiped away the tears, but the round tears rolled more and more. He wrinkled his cheeks excitedly, pulled his limbs vigorously so that he would not make a sound, and tremblingly pushed the Lingying Sword Put it into the sheath, hugged the sword body and cried loudly.

As the days passed, Koichi's figure became more and more compact, and there were hundreds of slender sword marks on the big rocks on the edge of the cliff. For a while, he squatted by the stream to catch fish and pick mushrooms, or listened to Caradobi’s lectures on the Shenyun Terrace. It seemed that there was inexhaustible energy in his body, and he picked up the huge rock and bent down the mountain in two or three , When he came to the ferry, he put down the boulder and hit the stone surface with his thick palm, often splitting tall rocks into gravel.

Caradobi put his hands behind his waist, and reprimanded in a stern tone: "No, your energy is not pure enough, think about the original way I told you, don't always want to rely on brute force, look at your palm The roots are torn."

Koichi calmly raised his blood-oozing hands to his eyes, sighed deeply, but then accidentally smiled, loosened the high serve at will, and lay down on the spot, his light black hair flowing slowly in the breeze , from time to time draped on his delicate and slightly masculine face, then closed his eyes and began to dream.

Shenyun Terrace is located on the flat ground between Xuanyuan Hall and Jiuyou Valley. It is surrounded by clouds all the year round and the climate is pleasant. The wide stone platform is very suitable for teaching or performing martial arts. Caradobi often gives lectures here. One also often fell asleep in class.

"Cough cough! The origin is the innate characteristic of every creature in the ancient domain. Each individual may have multiple origins or only one origin that can be specialized, which more or less reflects the natural nature of the individual and is passed down through the group. The original training method or self-study, the original source will be catalyzed, transformed into the original source, and the corresponding ability will be exerted! Cough cough—hey! 艸一... 艸一" The surrounding scene slowly fades into black and white, Kara Dobby's voice also became farther and farther away, and the young Koichi desperately chased after it.

As soon as he chased to a strange snowy field, there was a dead body exactly like Caradobi lying in the distance, and Caradobi's words suddenly came clearly: "The origin of chivalry belongs to atmosphere, swordsmanship, and fists. A combination of origins, among which the origin of atmosphere is a very rare talent—combining the special origin of wind and space, void and gravity, and quite exclusive of other attributes. On the premise of the origin of chivalry, the origin of atmosphere is used in swords and fists You can imagine your leg as a sharp sword, but in the end you will understand that the only thing in the world that cannot be deceived is your source, which is rooted in your heart."

Ah──The blood rolled towards Koichi like a turbulent river, and the painful wailing echoed from the underground abyss. Caradobi's voice immediately turned into azure water, leading him: "Oh Koichi! Remember that you are a Good boy, your nature is kind, you must firmly believe in your nature!"

"Your nature is kind. You must firmly believe in your nature." The words of endless reincarnation kept ringing in Koichi's ears.

"Your nature is kind. You have to... stick to your... nature." The voice gradually became blurred: "Your... kindness. You have to... persevere-." And it became more and more distant, like a cloud entering the sky.

Zhang Yi woke up suddenly, sat up, his warm buttocks were deep in the green grassland, and the edge of the bottomless cliff was in front of him, he touched the saber beside him, patted his chest lightly, twelve Fate, like a party.