Sword Immortal's set collapse record

Qingzhou Piaomiao Mountain.

This mountain is thousands of feet high, like a sharp knife piercing straight into the sky.The greenery that can be seen at a glance gradually disappears into the sea of ​​clouds.The sea of ​​clouds flows slowly, and for a while it looks like a crane dancing, and for a while it looks like a dragon fighting the sea.

In short, the fairy air is dim, like the residence of a hidden master.

A few men dressed as mountain people sat around in the only tea shop on the mountain road, ordered a pot of hot tea, and had lunch with the dry food they brought with them.

"Hey, did you hear that? The young man from Chenjia'ao followed a blind bear into Piaomiao Mountain a few days ago, but it was foggy at night, and he almost didn't say he was on the mountain. I heard that a white-clothed fairy saved him. It pierced Xiong Xiazi's throat with just one sword, and he disappeared in a blink of an eye..."

"It's fake, he has the guts to follow Xiazi Xiong into the mountains?"

"Hi. Didn't they get engaged, they're going to welcome a new wife, they hunted a blind man, and the faces of both families are bright..."

"Where are there any immortals on this mountain? I think he is talking nonsense."

"What's so nonsense about it? With such a big prey, he might as well just say that he hunted it back alone. Wouldn't it be more beautiful than meeting a god?"

The man with the protective gear wrapped around his wrist didn't participate in the discussion, and took a sip of hot tea with his head raised.With a bowstring on his back, knives, ropes and even some light traps beside him, he is obviously a hunter like An Housheng in the topic.Judging from his burly and capable figure, he is still a good player.

Wiping off the water stains running down her neck, her sharp eyes, like a falcon's, lingered on another pair of guests who were a few steps away from them.

Because the space is not large, the tea shop also charges a seat fee in addition to the tea fee.Most of the people who come here are regular customers, and they also share tables at will on weekdays. If it is not possible, there are some people who spread some straw and sit on the ground.But that pair of guests was different.

Those were two unfamiliar faces, a man and a child about ten years old.Not badly dressed, just linen clothes that can be seen everywhere.The man ordered a jug of water and a plate of snacks, and the toddler just swallowed the food silently.The two of them just sat without saying a word, except that the little boy was too good-looking, nothing special.

In the early years, Orion specially found someone to train in order to exercise his physique.He knows that there are some people in this world who don't look amazing, but they can always explode with extraordinary power.He thought this man looked like one of them.

The man seemed to have noticed his gaze, and glanced at it as if he didn't care. Orion felt a chill run from his tailbone straight up his back, and immediately turned his gaze away, not looking at them again.

The boy frowned slightly and asked, "What's wrong?"

The man withdrew his gaze and said lightly, "It's nothing."

Boy: "Tell me, are there really gods in this world? It doesn't matter whether they are gods or not, they just want someone who can save them."

Man: "I don't know either."

After a moment of silence, the man added: "Don't worry. Even if everyone in the world cannot be trusted, the person we are going to find now is definitely trustworthy."

The boy laughed, with a mocking expression on his face.

The man ignored the contempt in his smile, saw that he stopped eating, and calmly called the servant to pack the remaining snacks.

I don't know how the men found the way. Although they spent a lot of effort, they did climb to the top of Misty Mountain.

Surrounded by flowing mist, every time you step on it, you have to wonder whether your next step will step into the abyss.

In the distance, a green pine in the sea of ​​clouds came into view.A swordsman in white stood quietly on a branch with a sword on his back.The veil covered his face, but the corners of his clothes fluttered in the wind, like a lonely bird between heaven and earth.

The boy lowered his lower eyelids and clenched his hands slightly.

"Under Shao Yuan." The man saluted, and the boy followed suit. He was a little surprised to hear that he dealt with such an unknown white body with such a prudent and respectful attitude, "I'm here to pay my respects. Entrusted by the old man, I have something to ask for."

"About this child?" The swordsman's voice pierced through the clouds and mists, like pearls and jade striking each other.

"Yes. About this child." The man replied with his head down, with an imperceptible pleading in his words, "Please take this child on the face of the deceased and accept him until he becomes an adult."

The swordsman didn't move. The boy raised his eyes and peeked at him from the corner of his eye. He heard an inaudible sigh. Before he had time to wonder if it was his own illusion, he heard the man say, "Okay. Then I'll take him in." Be an apprentice. Wait until he reaches adulthood, let him go or stay."

The man raised his head in surprise, his expression was obvious surprise, although he tried his best to conceal it: "Thank you Immortal Jiang."

Looking at his expression, the boy felt a little complicated for some reason.

To his surprise, Immortal Jiang asked him quite solemnly, "Would you like it?"

The boy pursed his lips and replied, "Yes."

Before leaving, the man pulled the boy and said a few words to him.

"Your Highness, please rest assured. Immortal Jiang promises everything. With him, as long as you don't reveal your identity, even if you go down the mountain, you don't have to hide."

The man stuffed him with a small kit: "There are some banknotes hidden in it, some life-saving prescriptions, and the jade ring left by my wife... It's not that I don't care about Immortal Jiang, it's just that Immortal Jiang lives in seclusion in the mountains all year round. It’s still up to you to make up your own mind.”

The boy took the kit, and just opened it when he smelled the cold fragrance of Lan Zhi, and there was indeed a jade ring.

It was something his mother always wore by her side.

The boy clenched the brochure bag tightly, he turned his head and gritted his teeth for a long time, and finally squeezed out a sentence: "...Thank you."

The man is gone.

At some point, the swordsman descended from the pine tree and walked slowly to the boy.

"Aren't you going to keep him?"

Unexpectedly, the boy calmed down his expression very quickly, stuffed the kit into the placket of his chest, and replied, "Why do you want to keep him?"

The swordsman was silent for a while: "I thought you would not want to leave him."

The boy shook his head: "No."

He no longer depends on anyone.

"You are very resilient at such a young age." Perhaps the swordsman didn't know what to say, so he could only praise him, and brushed aside the men's affairs, "From now on, we will be masters and apprentices."

The boy was taken aback: "Yes."

"I don't know your name yet." The swordsman stepped forward and gently patted his head, his voice was cold, and there was a hint of helplessness in these words, "My surname is Jiang, and my name is Yubai. The immortal is just Jianghu jokingly said that it can't be true."

"Don't be afraid. In the future, with Master around, no one can bully you."

Even though he has decided that he will not rely on anyone anymore, maybe because of the strong wind in the misty mountains and seas of clouds, Zhou Yan at this time still inevitably feels a little hot in his eye sockets.He felt the touch on the top of his head, and for a moment he wanted to break free, but he couldn't move his feet for some reason.

"My surname is Zhou, and my first name is Yan."

"Okay. Ah Yan."