It was still Sky Mountain, but this Sky Mountain was no longer that Sky Mountain.
This was the Sky Mountain from 300 years ago.
On this mountain, there were two top figures in the martial arts world. One was Master Huiming Yue Mingke, who was regarded as a god-like figure in the Qing Dynasty's martial arts world. The other was Lian Nishang, who had once ruled over almost half of the underworld forces in the martial arts world 30 years ago. She was also the Jade Raksha of the past and the White-Haired Witch of today.
On the northern peak of Heaven Mountain.
In a remote mountain valley.
A young man with a slender and handsome appearance, who was wearing a sheepskin coat and had a weathered aura, was practicing his swordsmanship in the col. He held a sword that shone with a cold light. The hilt of the sword was a dragon's tail, and the mouth of the hilt was a dragon's mouth. His swordsmanship was exceptionally superb. A treasured sword in his hand was either hard or soft, and his moves were constantly changing. Often, the previous move was still a straight stab, and the next move had already become a block.
In short, this was a young man who had already practiced his sword art to an extremely profound realm. Although his moves still inevitably carried some traces of axe chiseling, he already had a somewhat unique style. In time, he would definitely become a famous swordsman of his generation!
Swoosh! Swoosh! Unknowingly, it had already begun to snow in the sky. White snowflakes kept falling from the sky and scattered on the mountain depression, making the originally white mountain depression even whiter. The young man stood alone in the valley, allowing the snowflakes to fall on his head. His expression did not change at all.
However, the sword wind in his hand suddenly changed. With a burst of sword momentum, a sharp sword Qi shot out from the edge of the sword, and a cynical smile hung on the corner of his mouth. With a turn of the sword, the sword technique he displayed had already become a seemingly soft but meaningful sword technique.
Countless snowflakes fell from the sky, but they could not get close to the young man at all. They were all swept away by the sword wind of his treasured sword. Gradually, a white snow dragon condensed on the treasured sword. The snow dragon was ferocious and terrifying, as if it could choose to devour people, making people shudder.
Awooo! A clear dragon's roar suddenly came from the sword covered in snow dragons. Then, the snow dragons seemed to have come alive. They flew out of the sword, roared, and shot into the distance. In the air, this snow dragon had scales and claws, like a jade dragon.
Boom! With a loud bang, the snow dragon crashed into the col. The ice that had been accumulated for thousands of years and was hundreds of feet deep was shattered, revealing a piece of brown soil with a radius of 100 feet. The young man who had been used to the cold of Sky Mountain sighed with satisfaction.
"Eldest Senior Brother! Eldest Senior Brother! Eldest Senior Brother! "A hurried shout came from afar, waking up the youth who had finished practicing his sword.
"What is it?" Hearing this voice, the young man subconsciously frowned. His signature cynical smile still hung on the corner of his mouth as he shouted.
"Eldest Senior Brother, a guest has arrived. Master asked me to bring you back.”A tall young man with simple skin ran over from afar. Unlike the young man who was usually dressed in white, this new young man was dressed in greenish-gray clothes and held a heavy sword in his hand.
"There are guests?" The young man had his signature smile on his face the entire time. He pretended to be puzzled and asked," Is Uncle-Master here? Apart from Martial Uncle Lian and Martial Uncle Zhuo, no one else has returned to the North Peak of Heaven Mountain. Did the two Martial Uncle come together this time?”
"No." The young man shook his head." There are three people I don't know. They seem to have come up the mountain to visit Master.”
"Is that so?" The young man held the sword upside down and followed the young man back. He asked," What are the characteristics of the three people who came?”
"An old man and two young men," the young man answered honestly.”
Was it finally here? This was the only thought in the young man's mind after hearing this.
He had long known that this day would come. It was destined that they would leave the north peak of Sky Mountain sooner or later and start a glorious page for Sky Mountain Sword Sect. Of course, the glory of Sky Mountain Sect came at the cost of countless people's blood. Who would have thought that not many of the Seven Swords of Sky Mountain would return to Sky Mountain?
Yang Yuncong died tragically under the siege of the Qing army, dying together with Niu Gulu. Chu Zhaonan threw himself into the Qing court and finally returned to Heaven Mountain. However, he was defeated by his niece, Yi Huizhu. He was not willing to be humiliated by the younger generation and committed suicide with his sword. Mu Lang returned to Sky Mountain and changed his name to Ling Weifeng, becoming the first sect leader of Sky Mountain Sect. As for the others, they all had their own circumstances.
As his thoughts turned, the young man, no, the future leader of the Seven Swords, Wandering Dragon Swordsman Chu Zhaonan, had already returned to their residence with his junior brother, Yang Yuncong.
Tianshan was covered in snow all year round, and it was difficult to transport supplies. The living conditions were also very difficult. Naturally, their residence was not luxurious. It was just a simple cave. There were a few separate stone rooms in the cave, which could be considered as a room. However, Chu Zhaonan and Yang Yuncong were not dissatisfied with this kind of residence.
They were not the kind of people who pursued luxury. As long as they could live in it, there was no need to be particular.
When they returned, Chu Zhaonan immediately saw the three strange people that Yang Yuncong had mentioned. Right in front of the cave where the master and disciple lived, there were now three people kneeling side by side. The one in the middle was a white-haired old man who probably wasn't much younger than his master, Master Huiming. On both sides were two young people.
"I implore Master to help the country, expel the Tartars, and restore our Ming Dynasty!”At the entrance of the cave stood an old monk with white hair, beard, and hair. His face was covered in wrinkles. This old monk was none other than Chu Zhaonan and Yang Yuncong's master, Master Huiming, Yue Mingke. The three men knelt in front of Yue Mingke and begged.
"Amitabha, I have not been involved in the affairs of the world for many years. I hope General Fu can understand.”Master Huiming chanted the name of Buddha and refused.
"Master, if possible, I don't want to disturb your cultivation. However, now that the Manchu barbarians are wreaking havoc, the people of the Central Plains are in deep trouble. Under such circumstances, I can only take the liberty to go up the mountain and ask you to go down the mountain to subdue the demons. Moreover, you are a Han, after all. Do you have the heart to see our Han land fall into the hands of the barbarians?”The old man begged.
Master Hui Ming was speechless when he heard this.
In the past, he also had a period of time where he was determined to serve his country. Back then, he was working under the famous Xiong Tingbi and had fought against the Qing Dynasty. However, the crafty sycophants had misled the country, and Administrator Xiong had died tragically. The great rivers and mountains had fallen into the hands of the Manchu Dynasty. To be honest, he had some passion left behind from his youth.
However, due to his vow not to go down Sky Mountain for the rest of his life, he was in a dilemma.
"Master, why don't I and a few junior brothers go down the mountain on your behalf?”Chu Zhaonan stood at the side. When he heard this, he thought that everything was finally about to begin. Seeing Grandmaster Huiming's troubled look, he immediately took a few steps forward and volunteered.
"You?" Master Hui Ming was a little tempted at first, but then he shook his head." No, you haven't finished cultivating on the mountain. It's not time to start cultivating at the foot of the mountain now.”
"Master, if we don't put it into practice, how would you know what level we have cultivated to?" Chu Zhaonan asked. Moreover, the Manchu invasion of the Central Plains had reached a point where the situation could not be delayed. How could he delay the people of the world because of his own personal matters?”
"Ugh!" When the kneeling old man heard Chu Zhaonan's words, he exclaimed," That's right! "Master, your disciples can come down the mountain with us. I, Fu Qingzhu, swear to the heavens that since I brought your disciples down the mountain, I will definitely bring them back intact. Please rest assured about this."
"Yes, Master, Eldest Senior Brother is right.”Yang Yuncong echoed.
Mu Lang also walked out of the cave and said,""Master, the current situation in the world is already like this. Please let us go!“
The three disciples stood in front of Master Hui Ming and begged him.
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