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The stars in the sky were densely packed, and the beautiful scenery of the moon hanging high in the sky was mysterious and serene. Although it looked very beautiful, it was something that Siyuan would never forget for the rest of his life. It was unknown how many days they would have to endure the bitterness and hardship within it. Only those who were immersed in it could understand how it felt.

It was fine if it didn't rain, but at night, the mountain winds blew endlessly, making people happy in the simple wooden houses that were leaking wind. It was simply terrible. The ground was damp and damp, and it was impossible to sleep. The cold, damp air that invaded the mountains would hurt the body, and the body would be tormented when it was old.

At this time, Spiritual Master Xiao's Dragon Spring Sword had become a firewood chopping knife, chopping out a dozen or so large and flat square logs to embed in the carved wooden grooves. In between the two large trees, there was a small wooden hut built, and like before, a simple wooden cabin was built to shelter the trees from the wind and rain.

This small space was enough for the old and young to have a good night's rest. The only problem was that the night was very long, and Si Yuan was still too young. After travelling for an entire day, he was already exhausted. After eating some food, he was tired enough to fall asleep.

Spiritual Master Xiao had long since become accustomed to this kind of life, so he wasn't overly tired. He silently looked at the child who was sleeping soundly. After a long time, he sighed and lay down on the wooden bed, thinking about something as he slowly fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Spiritual Master Xiao suddenly woke up. He felt an inexplicable sense of danger surging through his heart. He touched Siyuan beside him, only to find nothing. He was scared out of his wits. Then he rushed out with the Divine Sword in his hand, shuttling back and forth in the pitch black forest. He no longer cared about the hidden dangers in the forest, and shouted sternly, "Siyuan, Siyuan, where are you? "Siyuan."

Anyone who encountered a blind wild beast would be killed by a cold beam of light. It would make the wails of ghosts and gods sound abnormally mournful, making the silent night even more bloody and terrifying.

"Uncle Xiao, quickly come and save me!" The voice suddenly stopped. Although it was far away, it was clearly the voice of Siyuan. When Spiritual Master Xiao heard this, he charged like lightning towards the direction of the darkness. The gentle moonlight illuminated the Dragon Spring Sword as if it was a limpid autumn water that was as bright as ice. Killing intent began to emerge.

He saw a few black shadows jumping through the forest. Without a doubt, this astonishing speed was that of a wild beast. He no longer cared about the glint of sword light, as he killed so many ghosts that they cried out miserably, unable to escape. Only when they got closer did they clearly see this ape-like beast's long arms and hands. It had long hair all over its body, and on its head was an ugly mask that resembled a venomous spider. This was what the common folk called "mountain ghost".

Siyuan had actually been kidnapped by these ghosts. This was simply preposterous. The tiger was getting tired of pulling its teeth out of the ground. Spiritual Master Xiao flew in the air in front of the Mountain Ghost at the very front and waited there, killing every single one of them before saving Zhenyuan.

It turned out that Siyuan woke up in the middle of the night to pee. He was feeling really bad and had been caught by these Mountain Demons the moment he got rid of the leaves. These fellows were very intelligent. Seeing the Dragon Spring treasured sword in Xiao Zhenren's hand, they did not dare to provoke him.

Afterwards, Spiritual Master Xiao deeply looked at Siyuan, who had almost died in the forest. He still had some lingering fear in his heart as he said in a low voice, "Do you know why you were injured? Because you're not strong enough. Without strong enough strength, you can't do anything in this world and anyone can bully you. What will you do when that happens again? Take your sword and kill them. No one can help you forever except yourself! "

Unknowingly, the two of them had been relying on each other for a long time. After so many winters, the birds in the sky flew back and forth, going back and forth from north to south. In these four seasons, the Master and disciple duo tread on the snow and look for the plum blossoms, watching the flowers through the fog. Lushan Mountain looked out over the vast sea of clouds, also lived deep in the city of gossip between the family. Of course, he spent most of his time on the road. He didn't know where the destination was, but the four seas travelled far and wide. The moon shines on the hill, tomorrow comes to my home, where my home, my peace of mind is home.

On this journey of training in the mortal world, Siyuan had unknowingly grown long hair. He changed into a Daoist robe and changed into the appearance of a ten-year old youth. His eyes were filled with the wisdom and experience of the human world. Because he had experienced too many stories, his heart had long been tempered into steel.

He had seen a young girl sell her body for a meal, had seen her beg along the road during the day and go to the lights at night to enjoy herself, had seen the highway robber who had been robbed on the way being chased by the government. There were also many ignorant townspeople who believed in weird forces and chaos, pouring out all their wealth in order to live forever. They had even seen corrupt officials colluding with merchants to commit all sorts of evil acts. Of course, he had also witnessed the love between a poor couple in the market. It was a heroic act of saving a life when seeing injustice on the road.

Only after experiencing all these aspects of life would one's heart become even stronger and persistent. He was no longer bewitched by external objects. Understanding things that you don't understand often ends up with the truth or falsehood of human nature and a selfish nature.

At that moment, Siyuan finally understood that only the heart was the most forgiving heaven and earth that suffered in the mortal world. Everything in this world was an illusion. The flowers in a mess were gradually dazzling, and the only thing left was to maintain one's true self. And this was also the intention of Spiritual Master Xiao to feel the warmth of the world. In this world, the most powerful and most terrifying sword was the human heart.

In the end, Xiao Yi and Siyuan still returned to the Azure Province where his life originated from. More than ten years had passed, and the world had changed. The Yuwen clan, which was once so powerful, had vanished without a trace. The catastrophe that happened many years ago had long since been forgotten by time, and only the elders knew about it.

Xiao Yi didn't pursue this matter too deeply. The affairs of the world were like clouds and there was a certainty of success or failure. It was not something that could be clearly said with just a few words about right or wrong. He was a righteous and evil man. He had always been indifferent to the grudges between the martial world and the martial arts world.

However, the clue of finding the Yuwen Clan of Qingzhou finally cleared up the fog of history and reconstructed the truth of the matter from the mouths of the crowd. The death of Yuwen clan is the consequence of many factors such as internal and external troubles.

In the past, a good-for-nothing from the Yuwen Clan had started a war over a woman, but he had never thought that he would provoke such a great enemy. In addition, there were several other Venerable families eyeing them covetously. Together, they exterminated the deeply rooted Yuwen Clan. That year, blood erupted into the sky, and the entire city was set ablaze. The entire Yuwen Clan was exterminated, uprooted, and the apocalypse arrived. Yu Wen, who had come to cause trouble, could not believe that his entire family would be destroyed because of a single woman. He died with grievances.

In retrospect, the root cause of the rise and fall of a family is the rise and rise of its descendants. Without the support of outstanding disciples, the decline of a clan was inevitable. The Yuwen Clan was unable to turn the tide in the face of such a wave of internal and external calamity. Under the premeditated planning of someone, they were destined to have their family destroyed and disappear without a trace.

There is no complete egg under nesting. As for the direct descendant of Yuwen Yi Chun's family, they were exterminated to the point of losing their lives. The family had been on the run for several months. The poor child was still a baby, but his fate was already sealed. In the end, he was still unable to escape from his wife's fate.

The decline of the Yuwen Clan was naturally due to its exhausted state. It could not be blamed for breaking the wall and causing tens of thousands of people to push it away. Xiao Yi finally got the answer in his heart. Siyuan was called Yuwen Yichun, the orphan of Qingzhou City's Yuwen clan. However, when he returned, his hometown was already deep in the spring. It was desolate and full of ruins.

Siyuan's parents died soon after he was born, and he couldn't even find his enemies if he wanted revenge. It was because his enemies were not a family of one. They were not a single person, and even more than half of the people in the Azure Province could not escape his responsibility. If it wasn't the murderer, then it was his accomplice. For the sake of his Yuwen Clan's blood feud, could he have been so devoid of conscience as to massacre the citizens of the city? It was obviously impossible.

The whole world was an enemy of slaughter. Only those who had lost their conscience and had gone mad could do such a thing. At the very least, Xiao Yi did not wish for his disciple to lose all humanity for the sake of revenge. Therefore, he chose to hide the truth.

However, what he had never expected was that sometimes, even if one didn't believe in their own life, they wouldn't be able to. After his disciple learned his skills and went down the mountain, his reputation rose rapidly. His enemies still came looking for him. That year, the martial arts world was in an uproar. The Nine Palace Mountain had undergone a shocking change. A Flowing Cloud Divine Sword was killed to the point of dripping with blood. Hundreds of experts had died from heavy injuries, while Yuwen Yi Chun had almost died because of it. Of course, this was also in the future.

Some people are stubborn by nature, while others have roots in high mountains. As long as there was a ray of sunlight, a little soil could tenaciously survive. Yuwen and Yi Chun's swordsmanship soared to the heavens under the careful guidance of Spiritual Master Xiao. Half a year later, the Master and disciple pair returned to their secluded place, Mount Xiyue. Yuwen Yichun met a handsome and elegant young man, who was also his Senior Brother, Li Guangling.

At that time, he was young and his clothes were thin and he was in high spirits. Li Guangling was dressed in a scholarly robe and had a handsome brow. He reached out his friendly hands and chuckled: "Welcome, Junior Brother Yuwen. I am your senior brother, Li Guangling. From now on, we are martial brothers. We need to take care of each other. "