Ten years after the death of the emperor, the imperial palace escaped and ignored the mortal world.

The Tianming Continent has changed the past calmly, and the smoke gradually arose and disputes continue. The accumulated grudges between various forces have finally become increasingly fierce after the emperor's shock.

There is no emperor in the world, and the sharp blade hanging above the heads of major forces disappeared overnight, and the ambition and the ** will be gone and gradually begin to emerge.

The Tianming Continent, which has been silent for thousands of years, seems to be shrouded in a cruel bloody storm.

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Outside Qingze City, there is a breeze and mist, and the drizzle is drizzling. There is a shadow shaking not far away. Maybe it is the young master and lady from which family came to watch the Sakura Dream Flower Festival!

Soon, the figure was clearly visible. A woman and two men were wearing a green long skirt, holding a sword in her left hand and an oil-paper umbrella in her right hand. Her brows were slightly raised, as if she was scolding the boy next to her. The boy was carrying a black giant sword, which looked a little weird compared to his figure. The boy drooped his head and let him scold him listlessly. The other man was obviously a little older than the other two, looking at the two with a smile.

The older man looked at the two of them and shook his head and said, "Our Liuyun Sword Sect's Jiufeng lineage, only junior sister, can subdue junior brother Chen, this troublemaker."

Chen Fan looked at the older man and rolled his eyes angrily but didn't say anything. The man didn't care, and touched Chen Fan's head in a doting way, nor did he care about Chen Fan's unwilling look on his face.

Mu Lingyao looked at Chen Fan, who was like anger, and her mouth raised slightly, and her eyes were even curved into crescent moons. She remembered the scene when Chen Fan first went up the mountain.

When Chen Fan was taken up the mountain by his master, almost no one liked this wild beast-like child. He hid in the room all day long and was extremely aggressive. Even his senior brother Fang Xinjue was inadvertently scratched his face.

The master used countless methods but failed to let Chen Fan accept this new environment. He could only deliver food on time and give him time to adapt.

One night, fourteen-year-old Mu Lingyao sneaked into Chen Fan's room because of playfulness and curiosity. Through the moonlight, she finally saw this child who was different from her. At that time, Chen Fan was sitting in front of the window, as if he was watching something, and stretched out his hand as if he was stroking something, quiet and lonely.

When Mu Lingyao closed the door gently, Chen Fan suddenly jumped up and threw Mu Lingyao to the ground, roaring loudly, like a fierce beast.

Mu Lingyao was frightened and immediately shed tears. Chen Fan stared at Mu Lingyao fiercely and roared again. Now Mu Lingyao didn't dare to cry anymore. She timidly raised the steamed bun that had been hidden secretly during supper in her hand. Chen Fan smelled it with his nose. Perhaps it felt that the little girl had no malice, or perhaps it was greedy for the steamed bun. He raised his hand and snatched the steamed bun over, slowly let go of the other hand, carefully retreated to the corner of the wall. After feeling that there was no danger, he sat in the corner of the wall, swallowed the steamed bun in a few bites, stared at Mu Lingyao, but did not pounce on it.

Mu Lingyao looked at Chen Fan and felt less afraid, but out of curiosity, she wanted to get close but didn't dare to get close. She looked at Chen Fan hesitantly, and finally got close to Chen Fan carefully. Chen Fan immediately made an attacking posture and let out a low roar.

Mu Lingyao pointed to the kettle and said, "Don't be afraid, I just thought of some water for you to drink."

Chen Fan stared at Mu Lingyao uneasyly, slowly moved to the table, poured a glass of water, picked up the cup and looked at Mu Lingyao vigilantly, walked towards her slowly, and then placed the cup about one foot from Mu Lingyao, and quickly returned to the corner of the wall.

"Is it for me?" Mu Lingyao stared at Chen Fan with wide eyes, unable to believe it for a moment.

"Lingyao" shout came, Mu Lingyao patted her head and said, "I've been out for so long, I must be anxious." She hurriedly was about to leave. After opening the door, she ran back quickly, picked up the cup and took a sip, put it in place, and said with a smile, "I'm going to see you with steamed buns tomorrow night, okay?" Then she ran out.

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"Senior sister, you have arrived at the city gate. Can you enter?" Chen Fan urged helplessly at this senior sister who always recalls her embarrassing things.

Mu Lingyao looked at the speechless Chen Fan and chuckled softly.

Since he was helpless, resisted, and panicked about the new environment when he went up the mountain, he was still prone to anger and irritability, but he had accepted all this and became the same as that of ordinary people.

He is no longer the lonely child like a beast, so... so good.

This is probably what Mu Lingyao smiles and face means!

In Qingze City, even though it was drizzling and endless, it did not seem deserted, and people were still coming and going.

Chen Fan even saw more than one top-ranking sect and aristocratic family. For example, Qiantian Dao Sect, the host Han Dynasty, Zhong family, Chiyun Valley, and even vaguely there were disciples of evil sects.

It was also the first time that Fang Xinjue came to Qingze City, so he planned to stay and make plans. He was about to discuss with Mu Lingyao and Chen Fan...

"There is Senior Brother Fang of Liuyun Sword Sect in front." Someone asked behind him, but he seemed not sure.

Chen Fan, who was following behind, turned his eyes and did not step forward. He sneaked into a small alley next to him, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Fang Xinjue frowned and looked at the six or seven disciples in front of him. There seemed to be a familiar person in the middle, but the leader had no impression of him. But then he smiled slightly and said, "I am Fang Xinjue, who is Lishan talented?"

"Senior brother praised me for being stupid, and he is not talented and dare not take on the reputation of being a talented man."

"Haha, junior brother, don't be humble. Leaving the mountain is the largest sect in Zhongzhou. There are countless geniuses under his sect and a long history. How can those who lead the team down the mountain travel be stupid? "

"If you want to talk about talent, it must be Senior Brother Fang. Three years ago, Lishan discussed swordsmanship, and his senior brother had extraordinary cultivation. He reached the top with his senior brother Lu Jianming in his sect. He defeated Senior Brother Lu with the last unpredictable sword. Yu Qingyang Peak's sword with Ling Chen. That scene is still like in front of him. If you want to tell me who is the young talent today can compare with Senior Brother Fang."

Mu Lingyao listened to the words of Lishan disciples, and seemed to remember the heart-wrenching sword. Looking at Fang Xinjue's eyes, there seemed to be something more. Perhaps there were some more things long ago. The smile on her face seemed to be unable to cover it up, so she simply stopped covering it and smiled in a daze.

"No, if Senior Brother Lu hadn't had an accident because of his cultivation, how could he be my enemy? I would have taken advantage of others' danger and won't be able to win."

"Senior Brother Fang, why should you be humble? After the defeat of Senior Brother Lu, he was in seclusion on me for three months from the Wujian Cliff on Shanshan. After leaving the seclusion, he only said one sentence. Liuyun Fang Xin Decided that sword was like a natural chasm, and his peers were invincible."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. Is it because of the rumors of the strange treasure?"

"Yes, my name is Chu Li. My master, Su Yi, the north peak of Lishan Mountain. This time, Senior Brother Lu was originally here, but was temporarily sent elsewhere. Master sent me to check it out."

"Uncle Su probably wants you to come out and experience it."

"Hehe, senior brother, why don't you introduce you who are going down the mountain this time? If you encounter a threat, you can take care of each other."

"What my junior brother said is very true. This time, there are only three people in this sect going down the mountain. This is next to me, the daughter of the family teacher, and there is another one..." Fang Xinjue turned around and was stunned for a moment. Where was Chen Fan's figure there?

Mu Lingyao was also confused. Wasn't she still behind her just now?

"Senior Brother Fang, what happened?" Chu Li looked at Fang Xinjue and Mu Lingyao's expressions and asked.

"It's not a big deal. It's my playful junior brother who seems to avoid us and leave ourselves." Fang Xinjue said with a wry smile.

Then he hugged and said, "Junior Brother Chu, at this time, the storm of the Qingze City, the Nine Yang Demon Sect and other evil sects also appeared occasionally. My junior brother is playful by nature and is afraid that he will not know the dangers of the world. My junior sister and I will take the lead and find my junior brother to prevent him from having any trouble."

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A light rain seemed to completely wash away the dust floating in Qingze City, everything was completely renewed, the trees, flowers and plants were green, but people were coming and going, but there was no slight impetuousness or noise.

The breeze and drizzle moisturize everything silently!

Chen Fan walked aimlessly, with a black giant sword behind his back, looking a little strange. He was not blocked or blocked in the rain, and let the wind and rain baptize, the wind cooled the bone marrow, but the rain moistened the heart. It was so inexplicable that he liked the rain for no reason.

The convenient front is Qingze City Fengyu Bridge, a mottled ancient bridge that has gone through vicissitudes and has not fallen for thousands of years.

This wind and rain bridge is older than Qingze City. This bridge already existed when Qingze City was first built, and no one knows its origin. After a long period of time, this ancient bridge has gradually become widely known.

There is a legend that there is an ancient tree at the head of the wind and rain bridge, which is always accompanied by a small bridge and immortalized over the years. I don’t know how many years it has grown, but it has never withered.

Some people also say that the bridge and the tree are originally a lover, but the fate is short and they are wandering around for a lifetime, but they can never get along with each other. Perhaps they can't stand the will of heaven, so the two of them choose to run around the world and forget each other in the world.

Several years later, when they met, they recognized each other at a glance. Although they were gray-haired and old, they still looked like they were in their hearts.

From then on, you are a bridge and I are a tree, and you are always with each other.

Chen Fan walked to the ancient tree at the bridge. The wind and rain were blowing, and the bridge and ancient trees were filled with some familiar feeling. It seemed that he had been here before. Chen Fan shook his head slightly and smiled. He probably felt a little ridiculous about this feeling. He stepped on his feet and stepped onto the bridge.

On the other side of the bridge, there was a woman in white wearing a yellow oil-paper umbrella, just walking quietly, but even so, it attracted many pedestrians to stop and stare.

Quiet and gentle, not as good as the world's fireworks, is she talking about. How can this be so beautiful in the world? Even if there is a Nine Heavens Fairy, it is probably not as good as her!

Her appearance seemed to have even paused time. Almost all her eyes were staring at this figure, suddenly appearing and about to leave, silent, and the sound of wind and rain seemed to be infinitely amplified at this moment.

The next moment I met unexpectedly, my eyes were cold and gentle, full of spiritual energy. One glance was enough to be deeply trapped in it. My hair was drifting in the wind, slightly messy, but even more breathtaking, so Chen Fan was stunned, just like others.

With just one glance, Chen Fan threw away his helmet and his armor and became defeated...

The wind and rain are about to stop. As the two pass by each other, a sigh is heard and lingers in their minds.

The picture is a bit weird. It was already passing by, but for some reason it stopped.

After a long time, Chen Fan and the woman hesitated to look at the ancient tree, as if they had discovered something strange.

"What did you hear?" the woman hesitated and finally said to Chen Fan. Her voice was crisp and pleasant, and she had a hint of imperceptible indifference.

Chen Fan looked at the woman's eyes and uncontrollably recalled the strange scene just now.

A sigh, as close as a stone's throw, but I don't know where to come from. My body was imprisoned by inexplicable power and could not move. Then a woman's whisper came, with despair and unwillingness, but more of it was determined...

Turning around, a wisp of cold fragrance is far away, the snow is deep, and the smile is shallow. Is it a wish for you to save me in the next life?
Chapter completed!