Reborn Star Pass

Chapter 1

In recent decades, there has been a legend circulating in the land of Kyushu that Jun Luoqing, who was the most skilled swordsman in the world, has been living in seclusion since climbing the Shenjian Peak 20 years ago. In the past 20 years, no one has seen him in the rivers and lakes. Some people say that his swordsmanship has reached the heavens, and he has already turned into a fairy and passed away.

Maybe the young people who are new to the rivers and lakes don't understand, but those seniors who have been famous for a long time will never forget their indifferent and unrestrained posture and their miraculous swordsmanship.It is by no means a compliment to say that his swordsmanship is second to none in the world. Some people even say that only the man who was called a god more than 100 years ago can be compared with him.

He practiced martial arts at the age of five, learned swordsmanship at the age of seven, learned the art of swordsmanship at the age of 15, challenged the world's martial arts masters at the age of 20, and won evenly. Fighting against Yue Qianqiu, the head of Tianjianmen, the master of swordsmanship in the world, defeated the enemy with three moves.Since then, there is no one in the world who can fight against him, and the name of Jun Luoqing has been completely spread in the mainland.

How long is 20 years?It is enough for a baby waiting to be fed to grow into a hero that has been praised by all, enough for a twenty-eight-year-old girl to marry someone else, and enough for a master to die. In the past 20 years, there have been many pretentious people who wanted to climb the peak and see the true face of the sword god, but the god sword peak rose from the ground, towering into the sky, as if it had been split by a sharp sword, and most of the walls were flat Smooth rock with few places to stay.The mountain goes straight into the sky, high and precipitous, dark in color, without any vegetation on it, and there is absolutely no possibility of climbing it unless it is a person with a peerless kung fu.The halfway up the mountain is surrounded by dense wind. Even if someone is lucky enough to climb here, they will have to leave sadly in the face of the more dangerous terrain and the exhaustion of physical strength and endurance.Of course, more people were buried here because of their unwillingness to give up. For 20 years, Mount Kailash has maintained its original solemnity and tranquility.

The spring is warm, the courtyard is full of flowers, the dead vines grow new branches, and there are many peach trees growing on both sides of the road paved with bluestones. The branches of each tree are thick and thick, obviously they have grown for many years.Pink, pink white, bright red peach blossoms are in full bloom.The wind blows, the fragrance of the flowers is tangy, sweet but not greasy, a few petals fall off the branches, like a butterfly breaking its wings and falling to the ground, immediately, the blue slate becomes a little brighter.Such beautiful scenery, but it seems to be isolated from the world, and no one appreciates it.

At the end of the path, there is a quaint courtyard with red walls and green tiles, and the low-eaves corridors are full of history. The sound of the wind blowing leaves is more like the echo of the years. Even though this ancient house has been standing for hundreds of years, it is still stable. so.The courtyard does not have any gorgeous decorations, the vicissitudes and atmosphere are revealed in the simple elegance, the structure is rigorous and ingenious, every brick, every stone, every plant and tree are carefully arranged.It is almost unbelievable that this is the top of Jianshen Mountain, which is inaccessible.

Behind the courtyard is a huge mountain wall, which has been eroded by the years until only the best black rock is left.The rock is as hard as iron, but it is densely covered with many sword scratches, some are extremely deep, some are extremely shallow, criss-crossing.And the remaining sword intent in it almost broke free from the shackles of the cliff, revealing a fierce vigor that wanted to smash everything to pieces.

In addition to the traces of raging swords on the wall, there are also many handwritings, some are as small as mosquitoes, some are as big as a bell, some are handsome and elegant, and some are as powerful as a dragon.These engravings are obviously not done by one person, but without exception, there is an extremely mysterious atmosphere, and the sharpness of the words is like a sword, which means shaking the enemy.The content of the words or the experience of martial arts, or the use of sword moves, there are so many, but any one of them will inevitably lead to a bloody storm, and these are all buried here. can see.There is one line of writing that is particularly shocking, the font is messy and almost unreadable, it seems to have been written in a hurry, and it was completed in one go.

On the side of the stone wall, a sword was inserted obliquely, three points into the stone, but there was no crack in the stone wall, which was a manifestation of the extreme control of internal force.The hilt of the sword is made of high-quality red sandalwood. Even after being exposed to wind and rain, it still maintains its original moist color. Without any gaps.This is a peerless sword, although it has almost lost its original brilliance at this time.

The oldest peach tree on Shenfeng Peak grows in the middle of the small courtyard. The big peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the red and bright colors cover the branches. It is more vivid and delicate than other peach blossoms in the courtyard. It seems to have been painted with blood.The trunk is tall and strong, and the branches are winding and spreading around. It is full of vitality due to the absorption of sufficient nutrients. Red flowers and green leaves are clustered on the branches, dense and luxuriant.The peach tree is like an umbrella cover, casting a large shadow on the ground.

Under the peach tree is a polished or clearly cut stone table. On the square stone table is a chessboard with black and white vertical and horizontal lines, and the fight is fierce.A large group of blacks surrounded a few whites, the attack was fierce and unstoppable, and there was a tendency to encircle and suppress the crowd, while the whites seemed dangerous, but one of the blacks was tightly choked by the throat of the black dragon, slowing down the opponent's attack , but it also made the chess game with a certain ending more mysterious.The two sides of the game can be described as a battle between dragon and tiger, evenly matched, evenly matched, no matter which side makes the first move, it can make the other side have no room for recovery.

Next to the chessboard is a finely crafted recliner, on which a young man is lying.The white clothes are like snow, and the finest silk woven clothes are invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire. They are treasures that are flocked to in the rivers and lakes. The hands on the armrests are slender and white, with well-defined joints, but they seem a little weak.The man has a handsome and extraordinary face, the eyebrows and eyes are more delicate than the woman's, but it is a bit more handsome and elegant that women don't have, his face is as smooth as white jade, and it is a bit paler, but it makes his lips more rosy, like a smile that is not a smile Slightly evoked, it is already touching the heartstrings.The eyes are slightly closed, occasionally revealing a gleam of brilliance, but it is fleeting like a divine light.No matter the appearance or temperament of this man, it is definitely not something that ordinary people can possess. His demeanor and magnificence make people involuntarily admire him even if he is lying down so quietly.There is no restlessness of the young, nor the twilight of the old, but the pale hair is extremely dazzling, which makes the man's age a bit blurred.

The long hair was not crowned, and it only clinged softly to the man's body, a few strands slipped off the reclining chair, and the ends were shaken by the wind.A few old petals were blown by the wind and fell on the chessboard and white clothes, like blood, but the man was unable to flick them away.The whole world fell silent, the wind gradually calmed down, and the sound of gentle breathing was almost inaudible. The man's figure seemed to be integrated with the world, and it was as silent as the world.

It was dusk at this moment, and the burning clouds all over the sky were as thick as fire, almost giving people the illusion of being burned by the fire.Because it is closer to the sky, it can be seen more clearly. The sea of ​​red clouds undulates like a tide.The wind stopped, and the sky and the earth were eerily quiet. The mountain and the rain were about to come and the wind filled the building. This kind of calm seemed to indicate that something violent and violent was about to happen.

Suddenly, there was a faint sigh from somewhere, waking up Jun Luoqing, who was almost in a deep sleep, her eyelashes trembled, and she opened her eyes gently, those eyes were as deep and clear as two pools of cold pools, a little bit However, it was a bit silent, a bit wanton and free and easy, but there was no nostalgia. "That's all." A vain murmur escaped from his mouth, and Jun Luoqing closed his eyes again.

The burning clouds in the sky slowly dissipated, and the sun finally dissipated his last ray of light and heat.The boundless and vast land falls into the embrace of darkness, the perennial snow on the peak is icy cold, and the most mysterious corner is still picturesque, warm as spring, eternally peaceful and quiet, as if trapped in the cracks of time and space middle.