Ye Feng still had three days left in the Laughing and Proud World.
Outside Fuzhou City, Ye Feng walked along the familiar path. They walked very slowly. He was watching and listening carefully with every step, as if he wanted to see them and imprint them in his heart, using all his memories to remember them.
He had trained here for four years. He had once found an opportunity to improve his martial arts here.
This nameless valley had quietly changed his life and the entire structure of the world.
Small valley, bamboo house.
The valley was surrounded by walls on three sides, and there was only one road leading to and from the valley. The surroundings were filled with beautiful flowers, and they were unwilling to be lonely, emitting a refreshing fragrance.
The bamboo house was a little dark yellow and ancient, as if it had been there for a few years.
The most special thing about this valley was the deep and dense sword marks on the three walls. Each of them was a foot deep. At first glance, they seemed to be in a mess, but at a second glance, they seemed to have a deeper meaning.
From the smooth sword marks, there was no trace of an axe. Instead, it looked more like it had been cut by a sword.
Feng Qingyang followed the black-robed youth into the valley. He was not attracted by the surrounding flowers, nor did he cast a sidelong glance at the Dark Yellow Bamboo Residence. His first glance was naturally on the deep sword marks on the mountain wall.
As a grandmaster, he was immediately attracted by the residual aura in the deep sword mark.
Feng Qingyang stopped in his tracks and stretched out a hand from his green robe to place it on the sword mark.
The youth in black heard the footsteps behind him disappear and turned around to stop. Seeing that Feng Qingyang was attracted by the sword scar, he explained,""Master has been in this valley for four years. In these four years, he has created a total of three thousand sword scars. Each one is one foot deep, not more nor less.”
"Good sword!" Feng Qingyang nodded and praised.
"It's a good sword," the youth in black said.”
"Master said that only Senior Dugu's Nine Swords Beyond the Swords can compare to it.”
Feng Qingyang retracted his hand and looked up at the dense sword marks. He said something that no one could understand,""So fast, so cold, so simple."
After saying that, Feng Qingyang did not say anything else. He just looked at the sword mark on the mountain wall carefully, and there was an inexplicable pressure in his eyes.
"Let's go…" After a long time, Feng Qingyang called out to the black-robed youth.
There was a path in the valley that led to the top of the mountain.
The road was very dangerous.
Without a top-notch qinggong, there was a high chance that he would fall down from the mountain path and be crushed into pieces. Feng Qingyang's qinggong was very good, and the black-robed youth who had learned the Evil Repelling Sword Art was not bad either. In fact, he was not worse than Feng Qingyang's qinggong.
The two of them seemed to be taking a leisurely stroll as they flew up in the wind.
Only by standing at the top of the mountain could one see the entire mountain range clearly. It was like a giant pillar that reached the sky. The top seemed to have been cut into flat ground, about 300 to 400 feet in size.
If Mount Hua was famous for its precipitousness, then this nameless mountain was famous for its imposing manner.
A heavenly pillar that suppressed the earth.
Feng Qingyang had just stepped onto the mountain peak when he saw the back of a white-robed youth.
Standing with his hands behind his back, Silent Wind had a sense of independence. Just his back alone was enough to make people feel amazed, as if the entire sky above the Heavenly Pillar had become his foil.
Feng Qingyang even had a feeling that the entire world could not accommodate him. This feeling gave him a fright and he hurriedly shook his head to calm himself down.
"Feng Qingyang of the Sword Sect?" The white-robed youth did not turn his head, but it was as if he had accurately seen him.
Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed with sadness,""The Sword Sect has been destroyed. Where did the Sword Sect come from? Moreover, the Huashan Sect had already been destroyed. Even if there was a Sword Sect, it was no different from not having one!”
A trace of indifference flashed across the white-robed youth's lips as he said,""It doesn't matter if Mount Hua is destroyed or not. As long as you, Feng Qingyang, are here, it's enough. In my eyes, Feng Qingyang is the Sword Sect.”
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