Immortal Touches Your Crown, Tie Hair for Longevity!

The sun was setting, and the twilight sky was always gloomy, filled with the breath of death. A young man sat on a horse, dressed in brand-new clothes, holding a sword with a slightly worn scabbard.

The spring breeze blew on his face, making him feel happy and comfortable, spirited and full of vitality.

What made him happiest, however, were those eyes.

In the large carriage ahead, there were a pair of captivating eyes that kept stealing glances at him. This wasn't the first time he had seen these eyes.

He remembered the first time he saw them was at an inn in a small town.

He walked into the inn, and she had just walked past.

She bumped into him.

Her smile was full of shyness and apology, her face blushing like the sunset clouds on a rainy day.

He, however, wished she would bump into him again, because she was truly a captivating beauty, and he was not a hypocritical gentleman.

The second time he saw her was at a restaurant. Just as he was on his third drink, she came in, saw him, lowered her head, and smiled sweetly.

That smile was still full of shyness and apology. This time, he also smiled.

Because he knew that if she had bumped into someone else, she wouldn't have smiled twice.

He also knew that he wasn't a disagreeable man; he had always been confident about that.

So, although he set off first, he didn't rush his journey.

Now, her carriage had indeed caught up to him, but was it intentional or unintentional? He loved to wander, and on the road, he had met all sorts of people.

Among them were the formidable Red Beards from beyond the passes, the Iron Cavalry who rode across the Great Desert, the Greenwood Heroes who could kill with a glare, and the dashing Young Heroes of the martial world.

While wandering, his saddle and sword scabbard gradually became worn, and his beard grew coarser.

But his life was always fresh and vibrant.

He could never predict what would happen on his next journey, or whom he would meet.

The wind grew colder.

The lingering spring rain suddenly began to fall from the spring clouds, dampening his spring shirt.

The carriage in front stopped. He walked over and found that the curtain had been rolled up, and those captivating eyes were gazing at him.

Captivating eyes, a shy smile, a melon-seed face without makeup, and clothes as vibrant as the purple clouds.

She pointed to her delicate feet and then to his clothes, which had just been warmed by the rain.

Her slender hands were like spring onions.

He pointed to himself and then to the carriage.

She nodded, smiled sweetly, and the carriage door opened.

The carriage was comfortable and dry, and the satin on the cushions was as smooth as her skin.

He dismounted and stepped into the carriage.

The rain fell lingeringly and intimately, and it came at just the right time.

In spring, heaven always seemed to like arranging wonderful things, bringing wonderful people together by chance.

There was no forced feeling, nor any superfluous words.

It was as if he was destined to know this person, as if he was destined to sit in this carriage.

A lonely journey, lonely people, who could say they shouldn't have met and gathered?

Just as he was about to wipe the rain from his face with his sleeve, she handed him a soft red silk scarf.

He gazed at her, but she lowered her head and fiddled with the hem of her clothes.

"You're welcome."

"My surname is Bai, and my name is Bai Yu Jing."

She smiled charmingly and said, "Bai Yu Jing in heaven? Twelve cities on the fifth floor, immortals pat my head, and we tie our hair to receive longevity."

He also smiled and said, "Do you also like Li Bai?"

She wound the hem of her clothes around her slender fingers and softly chanted: "In my past life, I feasted on purple clouds on Mount Lao in the East Sea. I personally saw Duke Anqi, eating dates as big as gourds. In middle age, I visited the Han lord, but was dissatisfied and returned home. My youthful face faded with the spring bloom, and white hair marked my life. My hope was to achieve the golden elixir and ascend to the clouds on a flying chariot. I wish to follow my lord to the altar, and idly sweep fallen flowers with the immortals."

When she reached the line about Mount Lao, her voice seemed to pause.

The young man who called himself Bai Yu Jing said, "Miss Lao?"

She lowered her head even further and said softly, "Yuan Zixia."

A deep, cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves quickened, and three horses galloped past the carriage. Three pairs of sharp eyes simultaneously peered into the carriage.

As the horses galloped past, the last person suddenly leaped from his saddle, soaring two zhang, and landed on his horse's saddle. With a tap of his toe, he hooked the sword hanging from the saddle.

The three horses that had galloped away suddenly turned back.

This person flipped over and gracefully landed back on his own saddle.

In an instant, the three horses disappeared into the misty rain, becoming invisible.

Yuan Zixia's beautiful eyes widened, and she exclaimed, "They stole your sword."

He smiled.

Yuan Zixia said, "You watched someone take your things and didn't do anything?"

He smiled again.

Yuan Zixia bit her lip and said, "It is said that some people in the martial world value their swords as much as their lives."

Bai Yu Jing replied, "I am not that kind of person."

Yuan Zixia sighed softly, seemingly disappointed.

Which maiden doesn't admire a hero? If you were to fight someone to the death over a sword, they might think you a fool, or perhaps shed tears for you.

But if you watched someone take your sword without a fight, they would definitely be disappointed.

At this moment, he smiled and said, "Miss Yuan, you don't need to be disappointed. I can kill people even without a sword."

"What?" Yuan Zixia was stunned, and then her smile froze, forever frozen.

A hand, fair and jade-like, as if a woman's hand, gently, very tenderly, touched her head.

Then, as if possessing infinite magical power, Yuan Zixia suddenly fell into the carriage, her smile still lingering, as if she had fallen into a sweet sleep, only she would never wake up again.

"The immortal supports your crown, tie your hair for longevity!" He Heng looked at her smile and smiled too.

No matter who you are, what your identity is, or what your intentions are, as long as you are dead, everything will be over.

Just then, there was a sudden sound of hooves. The three horses that had just galloped past turned back.

The rider on the first horse suddenly pulled down the wind flag, reached out, and gently hung the sword on the saddle.

The other two simultaneously cupped their fists in their saddles and bowed, then disappeared into the fine rain.

He Heng smiled at them, looked at the recovered sword, its name was... Longevity Sword!

The Myriad Heavens Treasure Mirror traversed endless time and space. This time, he had arrived in a very interesting world.

His name in this life was Bai Yu Jing, the owner of the first of the Seven Weapons, the Longevity Sword.

But this world was not simply the world of the Longevity Sword, nor the Seven Weapons.

Here, the undisputed number one swordsman in the world was the Sword God of Divine Sword Manor, Xie Xiaofeng! After his lifelong rival, the peerless swordsman Yan Shisan, died, he confined himself to the Hidden Sword Hut for over a decade, but his fame had not diminished and remained brilliant.

The great hero Yan Nantian also possessed the name of a divine sword, but he had disappeared from the martial world for over a decade.

Other famous swordsmen included Xue Yiren, the Flying Swordsman A Fei, the master of White Cloud City of the East Sea Ye Gucheng, and Ximen Chuixue of Ten Thousand Plum Manor...

The number one hero in the world was the master of the Iron Blood Great Banner Sect, Tie Zhongtang!

There was also Little Li Flying Dagger, the peerlessly benevolent Li Xunhuan. After defeating Shangguan Jinhong and destroying the Money Gang, he retired with his wife Sun Xiaohong. Though he was elusive, he still did many earth-shattering deeds from the shadows, maintaining the stability of the martial world.

The martial world also had many notorious female demons, such as the Water Mother Yin Ji of Divine Water Palace, Yao Yue and Ling Xing of Flower Palace, Shi Guanyin, and so on.

The dark side of the martial world also had forces like the Azure Dragon Society, the East West Demonic Cult, and others, making it incredibly chaotic.

This was the world, a realm jointly constructed by numerous Gu Long novels.

To say it was a gathering of masters would be an understatement; it was simply incredibly complex. And He Heng, he was Bai Yu Jing, the owner of the Longevity Sword, an equally mysterious figure.

"I like this world," He Heng revealed a faint smile, holding his sword behind his back, and slowly walked away into the sunset.

Countless masters, endless powerhouses, heroes and villains, were waiting for him. He Heng intended to use the sword in his hand to meet the enemies of the world and cut off their longevity!

He slowly walked into an inn, booked a room, ate dinner, and then quietly went to sleep.

At night, a man in black suddenly appeared by his bed, raised a knife, a sharp knife, and suddenly stabbed at him.

Shing!

A sword light flashed, illuminating the room. A bloodstain appeared on the man in black's throat. Then, disbelief filled his eyes as he crashed down.

"How... how is it possible? In this world... there is... such a fast sword..."

"It's not that my sword is fast, it's that you are too slow, Wei Tianying. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

He Heng stood up, picked up a brocade handkerchief, and gently wiped the blood from the sword. His gaze slanted towards the fallen Wei Tianying, whose eyes were still wide open.

"Alright, with your death, this matter is concluded. The Azure Dragon Boss is really bored. He doesn't clean up his own subordinates and asks me to do it."

He Heng gave the corpse a cold look. After confirming it was completely dead, he let out a cold laugh and walked out of the inn.

The night was deep, the moon hung high, a gentle breeze blew, and the stars shone brightly. It was a good season for a decisive battle, but unfortunately, there was no good opponent.

He Heng walked slowly on the street, his steps neither hurried nor slow, as if he were strolling. If he weren't holding a sword, anyone would have thought he was a harmless young man.

However, someone immediately ruined He Heng's good mood. Under the cover of night, a faint voice echoed.

"After killing, you're just leaving like this?"

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