Hundreds of years ago, there was still a royal capital in the world, next to Taixian Mountain.

The important place in Wangdu is called Wentianliao, which is dedicated to the twelve immortals of Lingtai.

There are left and right envoys in charge of Wentianliao, and Yun Hai's father is one.

It was a dignified and dangerous errand, both enviable and enviable. When it is good, there is no scenery, and when it is bad, it destroys people.

The first time Yun Hai saw Mingwu Huaxin was in Wentianliao's guest house.

His fashion was still young, and he was spoiled and pampered. He regarded Wentianliao as the second residence in the palace, and he often played in the courtyard of the Kefu Gallery.

That day he was chasing a pine marten across the corridor and almost hit a visitor with his head.

Recklessly, a wind that rose out of thin air blocked him, and then a palm pressed against his forehead, which was slammed forward.

The people in charge of taking care of him shouted "be careful" and ran over. He hurriedly picked him up and took a few steps back, bowing his head in front of the visitor, looking cautious and frightened.

Only Yun Hao was ignorant and fearless, and raised his head curiously.

The flower letter that day looked like a human, and there was no white deer in the portrait, nor his lantern in his hand. He was dressed in plain white clothes, and his long hair was tied casually, with an uncarved wooden hairpin running diagonally.

Obviously it is a common appearance on Wangdu Street, but it still makes people look dumbfounded.

When Yun Hai came back to his senses, Hua Xin had already reached the end of the corridor and carried it into the living room, the white clothes swept across the high threshold, turned and disappeared.

Yun Hai turned his head, raised his face and asked the person looking after him, "Who is that?"

They "shush", hugged him away from the living room, and went to the back side of the porch, saying, "That's a man's immortal friend."

At that time, Yun Hao knew very little, not to mention the rules between those immortals.

He only knew ignorantly: the supernatural powers are wide and they are immortals. They are very personal, they are friends.

He thought that the "fairy friend" was such a person, but later found out that the number appeared just once.

The second time Yun Hai saw Mingwu Huaxin was after the sixth.

The royal capital was in chaos, and the envoy of Wentianliao had already been replaced. His father was framed by others, and even half of the people in the mansion lost their lives. For a time, the mansion was completely wiped out.

He is still the same age, but he has become the son of a sinner, and his original name and surname cannot be used. Following a group of refugees all the way south, stumbled into the Yuyang area.

At that time, Yuyang was afraid that the disaster would spread to the city and hurriedly closed the city, and the refugees had nowhere to go, so they had to temporarily live in a deserted temple in the mountains.

It was extremely cold in the middle of the winter, and those refugees barely survived a month. As a result, in those wild and desolate temples, there were piles of dead corpses in three or five piles, and the resentment was very heavy, and many evil spirits were attracted.

After a winter has passed, there will be few living people in the mountains.

Cloud is one of them.

That day, he grabbed food from a half-crippled female, dragged his broken leg, covered his scratched left eye, and hid in a cave.

He curled up behind the rock, wiped the blood from his eyes, grabbed the piece of meat whose source was unknown, and was about to bite it when he opened his mouth. Suddenly, saw a lamp shadow in the cold night of the mountain forest.

Yun Hai had already developed a habit, and before he could see who and what, he had to hide when he got up.

But the lights are too fast.

Before he could take a step, the lantern-bearer was already standing in front of him.

Yun Hai remembered that face, although he had only seen it once, although he should not have remembered it. But he just remembered it so clearly that after six years, he could still recognize it at a glance.

It was none other than the visitor from Wen Tianliao, his father's immortal friend.

Yun Hai still looked up at him, his movements were the same as when he was a child.

It's just that he opened his eyes and was full of curiosity. Now he is blind in one eye, with half-dry blood, and his face is numb.

He dragged his broken leg, knelt down behind Leng Shi, looked at the person who was staring at him with a numb expression, and heard the other person say, "I'm here to pick you up."

The voice was very nice, and it fell through the fog of the cold night, and it was almost audible to hear the wind.

Mortals are really weird. The government did not cry, the beggars did not cry, they did not cry when they were cold and hungry, they did not cry when they broke their legs and blinded their eyes...

I just heard someone say "I'll pick you up", but my eyes turned red.

Yun He clenched the dead flesh in his hand, expressionless, and looked at Ming Wu Hua Xin with red eyes.

When the other party reached out his hand, he suddenly burst out, grabbed the hand that was touching his forehead, and bit it down.

He bit so hard that he instantly tasted blood.

In the smell of blood, he thought with catharsis and resentment: Isn't it a fairy friend? Since you are a friend, where were you when you were framed? Where were you when you lost your life? Where were you when you broke down? !

Who are you entrusted with, and how can you come to pick me up? !

He was clearly thinking in his heart, but the other party seemed to hear it.

After a long while, that nice voice sounded above his head: "Lingtai has its own rules, I can't "interfere" in those human affairs."

The voice was gentle and pleasant, but there was no deep emotion - neither the grief of the death of a friend, nor the guilt of standing by, nor even the slightest pity, it seemed to be hard-hearted.

But after a long time, Yun Hai realized: Immortals are so powerful that they shouldn't have been bitten by him, and they shouldn't have been bitten with blood.

The other party can block but not block, just let him bite and vent.

Thinking of this, he finally let go.

Hua Xin didn't wipe the cut and blood on his hands, but bent over to look at his injured eyes and broken leg, and said, "Let's go, I'll take you back for treatment."

Yun Hai tilted his head and gave his hand away, and said dumbly, "I can't go."

Huaxin didn't care about his resistance, but said a little surprised: "Is the tongue still there?"

Yun Hai: "..."

"I thought I couldn't speak." Hua Xin said, raising his hand.

A white deer sprang out from the woods behind. He put Yunhao on the back of the white deer and led the white deer down the mountain.

Perhaps because he was afraid that he would fall, Yun Heshang Bailu couldn't move his back, so he had to lie on top. Listening to Huaxin asked: "How much?"

Yun Hai sneered in his heart: I don't even know anything about this, so I dare to say "fairy friend".

Huaxin is still calm: "Xiandu is slow, I don't remember this."

Yun Hai: "Eleven."

Hua Xin said again: "What's your name?"

Yun Hai sneered in his heart again.

Huaxin: "In the future, the common name will not be used. This generation is from the cloud word, you can call it... Yun Hai."

Yun Hai: "..."

Although I haven't mentioned my name for a long time, I can hardly remember it. But when he heard this, he was still sad, but he couldn't move, so he could only close his eyes.

From then on, he was called Yun Hai.

Ordinary people can't climb the thirty-three-story tower of Taixian Mountain, and naturally they can't reach Xiandu.

Huaxin said "take you back to heal the wound", which means to settle him in Huaxin.

Others said "Settlement", but in Yun Hai's eyes, that is to leave him behind.

At that time, the flowers were not in Taohuazhou, and the disciples were not as many as they were later, but they were also very prosperous.

Most of Hua's disciples enter the Tao with swords, and a small number of them practice medicine. No matter what you do, you will be full of homework every day.

Only Yun Hao has neither his own sword nor any other pill recipe to practice.

After taking care of his eyes and legs, he was in a hurry and wandered around Huagetang every day.

He asked the flower owner, and also asked the presidents, what should he practice? Or, when will he have his own sword?

In the end, whether it was the master or the elder, they all praised him for his extraordinary, rare, and excellent roots, and at the same time shied away saying that he was the apprentice of Lingtai Xianshou Huaxin himself. , still have to wait for Xian Shou in person.

"Then he's here!" Yun Hai said.

The Lord and Chang didn't answer, they could only laugh.

After several times, Yun Hao stopped making fun of himself and never asked those questions again. Sometimes when his disciples practiced swordsmanship, he would take a few glances from the side. He also took a few glances while practicing Dan.

But more often, he spends his time in the library.

There are statues and portraits of Huaxin in the library. He sometimes grabs a volume of books and can sit in front of that portrait all day. Half in a daze, half complaining.

Few people are high-spirited and cannot be ignored.

Besides, he really wanted to quickly make a name for himself...

He was so inexplicably grinded to the point that he almost lost his temper, and this time he saw Huaxin again.

Huaxin seems to have forgotten his only apprentice, and Huaxin came to him that day. But Yun Hao would definitely not miss the opportunity and grabbed Huaxin before leaving.

He obediently called out "Master" first, and asked, "All disciples are cultivating, but I am out of place. Does Master regret bringing me back? If so, Master can speak, and I will leave."

He was pampered when he was young, with a bit of arrogance. Later, he became a homeless beggar, and he was a little sharp and sensitive. At that time, he was still young, and all his arrogance and sensitivity were on his face, and he couldn't hide it.

Hua Xin didn't intend to answer him originally, but after seeing his expression for a long time, he still explained: "Your roots are really excellent, rare in the world. If you really want to enter the Dao, it will be easier than others to ascend to immortality. Don't be in a hurry. "

Yun Hai asked, "How long is this not in a hurry?"

Hua Xin said, "Wait until you are fit to take a sword."

Yun Hai is unrelenting: "Then why is it not suitable now?"

After a long time, Yun Hai remembered the look in Hua Xin's eyes at that moment, calm and as if he could understand everything. He said: "For you, you are always thinking about killing all those who framed your father, thinking about letting those people suffer and pay with blood."

The cloud is silent.

After a long time, he said: "Master is wise and wise, and his eyes are like torches. I really think so. But shouldn't I be thinking about it? I have to cultivate so that I have no love, no hatred, no hatred and no resentment, and watch calmly like you. Do those people live a long life?"

Huaxin didn't answer.

Yun Hao kept staring at him until his eyes were red, just like he was struggling to survive while holding dead flesh in the cave.

Huaxin finally said: "No one makes you like me. It's just that repairing is a long way, and the way you are looking for is too short."

Yun Hai: "Where is it short?"

Huaxin: "Murdering is but a sword, and after killing it? There is no more support."

Then wait until you can't support it.

Yun Hai said in his heart. But he just moved his lips, gave a final salute, lowered his eyes and said, "This disciple understands, I... I'll try."

To a certain extent, he is truly amazing. Said to try, really can not see the slightest thought. He is no longer in a hurry to ask for a sword, and he no longer cares about those pill recipes. Still soaking in the library, day after day.

After such a grinding, it is again.

During this period, Huaxin came to Huaxin three times. Yun Hai was in the library three times, and he didn't chase him out to ask Master for an explanation.

When Huaxin sees him again, he will be completely different from the young man holding dead flesh in the cave.

In the words of the flower master and Chang, Yun Hai is the most pleasant-tempered among the flower disciples. He can tease and play tricks, get along well with everyone, and his unhurried energy is very immortal.

Obviously he is sixteen.

Hua Xin heard this and tried him again and again.

So at the age of seventeen, Yun Hai had his own sword.

Once, when the world had not forgotten, there was such a description of Yun Hai——

He is a rare and rare person. At the age of seventeen, he had his own sword. After burying his head in the eighth year of cultivation, he gained a chance that many people would never have in a lifetime, and soared to immortality. He and Huaxin have a deep relationship with teachers and students, and they stand together in Xiandu, which is a good talk.

Because it was too light, the day when Yun Hao went to the immortal capital, it became a good story that all the immortals often talked about. But for Yun He himself, what he remembered clearly that day was not how he climbed to the top of the Taixian Pagoda and how he entered the immortal capital...

It was the person he saw.