The storm returned to calm, and everything that happened in the Realm Palace also spread. What happened that year broke out, and the Realm Palace still stood tall, even more powerful, and many people faintly guessed something.
But the parties involved were silent about this matter. No one mentioned it. The ancestor of Tianhe Dao didn’t ask about foreign affairs anymore. It seemed to have been greatly hit. Gradually, no one guessed about those things, let alone, because the ancestor of Tianhe Dao didn’t come out. In fact, the Realm Palace is the invincible overlord-level existence of the Tianhe Realm.
But now, the majesty of the Realm Palace has been questioned. On that day, Qi Xuangang’s questioning voice still lingers in my ears. Realm’s palace betrayed the Taoist ancestor of Tianhe thoroughly, and used extremely despicable means. The alliance, secretly cooperated with the Protoss, and swept away the ancestors of the Tianhe Dao.
Duan Qing can be considered dead. Although he is for the benefit of the family, what about those who died in vain.
However, even if the king and the loser know that the Realm Palace is despicable, but the Realm Palace now stands on the top of the Tianhe Realm, who dares to say anything.
Presumably, the Realm Palace has always been afraid of the existence of Tianhe Dao ancestors.
With Duan Qing's death this time, Jiehuang Gong couldn't do anything.
With the passage of time, the number of people discussing this matter has gradually decreased, and Ye Futian has been practicing on the mountain.
Participating in the same contract contains the meaning of the five elements and eight trigrams, and has a lot of mystery, and can even be used to practice formations. For Ye Futian, who is good at all kinds of Taoism, he is indeed very suitable for practicing to participate in the same contract.
Moreover, participation is in harmony with the Tao of Heaven and Earth, just as the world of Tianhe Realm wants to worship the ancestors of Tianhe Dao, it can bring people closer to casting the soul of the Tao and impact the realm of the Emperor.
With the day-to-day practice, Ye Futian's understanding of heaven and earth is getting stronger and stronger, and he faintly feels that it will not take too long before he can reach that level. The soul is integrated into the avenue of heaven and earth, man and Dao are united, no one is selfless. There is nothing and nothing, he is Tao.
It is a kind of sublimation, so although it seems that it is only one step away, it is very difficult to move past it.
The 1034 years of the Shenzhou calendar is gradually coming to an end. Ye Futian has been here for almost a year. Snow has started to fall in Tianhe City, and it has been falling for many days. The vast white snow covered Tianhe City, beautifully.
The mountain where Ye Futian was also turned into a snow-capped mountain, and the world was vast and ethereal.
Above the snow-capped mountains, an old man in vicissitudes of life is teaching a woman to practice, and both of them are serious.
The two of them are naturally Tianhe Daozu and Xu Ping'an. Xu Ping’an has made rapid progress under the teachings of Tianhe Daozu. She is very talented. After all, the blood of the first sword emperor of the Tianhe world flows in her body, so she is naturally compatible with kendo. .
Xu Pingan was practicing swords in the snow. Tianhe Daozu watched quietly. Gradually, he looked over the sky and murmured: "It will be another fifty years soon."
"Master, what fifty years?" A voice came from behind Tianhe Dao Ancestor, a white-haired figure stepped on the snow, leaving footprints on the mountain. His whole body was white, as if he had blended into the snow, except for his eyes. , Still profound.
Ye Futian walked to the side of Tianhe Daozu and watched Xu Pingan practice sword together.
"How is the practice?" Tianhe Daozu did not respond to his words, but asked.
"It shouldn't be too long." Ye Futian said, he felt that he was not far from enlightenment.
"Well, if you have an epiphany, don't rush to break the realm, don't enter the emperor for the time being." Tianhe Daozu asked.
"Why?" Ye Futian showed a look of doubt, what does this mean
Let him hit the human emperor realm, but let him not break the realm.
"Aren't you asking about fifty years, something will happen next year." Tianhe Dao ancestor said.
Ye Futian pondered a little, then nodded without asking more.
"Futian, how old are you?" Tianhe Daozu asked suddenly curiously.
"This year, it's fifty." Ye Futian said.
"Exactly fifty?" Tianhe Daozu asked.
"Yeah." Ye Futian nodded, unknowingly, he was fifty. If it were an ordinary person, fifty was already an old man.
"Is it such a coincidence?" Tianhe Daozu smiled without saying much.
"Coincident?"
Ye Futian didn't know what the ancestor of Tianhe Dao was referring to, and the ancestor of Tianhe Dao did not continue to say, nor did he ask.
Ye Futian also sat down, sitting down on the snowy ground beside Tianhe Daozu, watching the sword practice in front of Ping An.
Although Ping An is also in the realm of princes, in the eyes of Ye Futian today, Ping An is still like a girl. This is probably a change of mood. He used to see princes as unattainable, but he was the emperor of a small country.
Now when I look at the prince, he is already a junior figure. This feeling is unclear, but it happened naturally.
In fact, Ye Futian was only fifty years old. If it were before, many princes were far older than him.
This is a slight change in mood. Although he is only fifty years old, his experience is far more than that of his peers, and even more exciting than many hundreds of years old.
Fifty years of practice, from the smallest mortal world, step by step to the pinnacle of the Three Thousand Dao Realm, the Supreme Realm, every step is extraordinarily practical, and he has experienced a lot, I am afraid that his state of mind is comparable to that of a few hundred years old Guys.
"Let's take a look at the peaceful practice." Tianhe Daozu said, then got up and left, leaving Ye Futian here.
Ye Futian nodded lightly, his eyes still on Ping An, watching her practice sword, his eyes were gentle, as if he were looking at his junior. Ping An is indeed his junior, and he also knows that the teacher he has a heart for the Ping An family. Guilt, there was only Ping An in the blood of the first sword emperor in the Tianhe world.
Snow flies all over the sky. Although the sword aura carries the meaning of solemnity, Ye Futian still feels the meaning of beauty. He practiced the sword in the snow, and the snowflakes flew and shattered under the sword. Ye Futian watched and fell into a distant place. in memory.
He remembered what happened when he was young, and the snow in the sky seemed to pull his thoughts back decades ago. When he was still a boy, he practiced in Qingzhou Academy, where he had the rest of his life, Jieyu, and Qin Yi. Sister, there is a teacher who is very romantic.
At that time, it was very difficult, but now in retrospect, it seems beautiful.
He thought of Donghai City again, of Cangye Kingdom, of Eastern Wasteland, Shushan, and Thatched Cottage.
Yixiang, Ye Tianzi, teacher Mr. Du, senior brothers and sisters, one after another in the mind, form a scene of memories, these memories are branded in the mind, never forgotten, now in retrospect, like it happened yesterday It’s so beautiful.
At this time, Ye Futian was very relaxed. He had never been relaxed before. Since entering the supreme world, he has never been like this, because he has a lot on his back and experienced a lot. Even this year, he witnessed the teacher with his own eyes. Being taken away, one can imagine what kind of imprint it left on the bottom of my heart.
Although it was silent at the time, only I knew what I felt inside.
When the wind blew, snowflakes fell on Ye Futian's body. He was still watching Ping Ping's sword practice, as if it were in front of him, but also as if it was very fuzzy.
Gradually, Ping An's figure seemed to be farther and farther away, no longer in front of him, his consciousness seemed to drift to a distant place, he seemed no longer where he was, but above the sky.
His consciousness turned into wind, turned into snowflakes, flying all over the sky, he not only saw peace, but also saw the entire snow-capped mountains, and then saw the boundless white snow-capped mountains, everything, everything is in sight.
The snow fell and heavier, and the falling snowflakes were like goose feathers. After some time, the sword finally stopped, the sword intent dissipated, and peace ceased to practice. Because of the existence of sword energy, the snowflakes could not stay on her body, but the sword stopped. After that, the snow also fell on her.
Ping An stretched out her hand, a piece of white snow fell on her palm, her face showed a brilliant smile, extremely beautiful, it was pure beauty, like a flawless jasper.
"What's wrong with Uncle Master?"
Ping An looked forward with a look of doubt. Ye Futian was covered with snow, sitting there quietly like a snowman. His breathing was well-proportioned, except that the heat from the breath would melt the snowflakes. , The rest of the body is covered with snow.
Seeing that she stopped practicing, Ye Futian still didn't respond, and could not help showing a weird look. Could it be that Shishu was also practicing
Thinking of this, Ping An did not disturb Ye Futian, worried about interrupting Ye Futian's practice.
At this moment, a gust of wind blew on the snow-capped mountain, the wind was blowing, and snowflakes were flying all over the sky, and the snow on Ye Futian also danced and left his body.
The wind blew on Ping An's body, and her body trembled slightly, as if she felt something, but she couldn't grasp it. That feeling was extremely strange.
"what is this?"
Ping An murmured, the wind blew, Ye Futian opened his eyes and stood up, with a smile in his eyes.
"Uncle Master, you are awake." Ping An began to speak.
"Yeah." Ye Futian nodded and said: "Peace, I have also practiced kendo, so I will show you some insights about kendo over the years, which may be helpful to you."
"Okay." Ping An nodded slightly. Uncle Master wants to teach his own swordsmanship.
Uncle Master had taught her some before, but he didn't teach it like that.
At this moment, Ye Futian's eyes became extremely bright, as if there was a sword intent.
"Don't resist." Ye Futian said, looking at Ping An, and then Ping An felt divine consciousness directly into her mind. She saw a sword, and then saw countless swords, swords of the avenue, every Hilt swords seem to contain the essence of Dao.
For an instant, her mind seemed to be wrapped in a sword, and the whole world, only the sword was left, and entered the world of the sword.
Ye Futian quickly withdrew his gaze, and his eyes calmed down. In recent years, his understanding of sword practice has been directly branded into Ping An's mind in a unique way. How to repair the sword depends on how Ping Ping goes.
Ye Futian turned around and walked away on Baixue, the snowflakes still falling down, falling on him.
Ping An was still standing there, as if trapped in a static state, the sword intent on his body was constantly flowing. After a long time, the sword aura soared up, Xu Ping An, broke the boundary!