The setting sun is like blood, splashing on the mottled long street outside Yulan Empire Capital. A thin layer of dust accumulates in the potholes made by carriages and horses. The hustle and bustle of the city gradually dissipates, leaving only the loneliness that fills the street and is blown by the wind.
Zhao Fan was still kneeling stiffly on the spot, his knees sinking deeply into the soft soil. The dull pain under his knees had long been completely drowned by the surging power all over his body. The young man in plain clothes just pointed an understatement, as if It split the chaotic world of his life, and a ray of warm but vast Life Laws aftertaste followed the acupoint between the eyebrows, continuously seeped into the limbs and bones, and flowed in every inch of the meridians.
That warmth was like the melting snow in spring, flowing gently through the wasteland of his dry, cracked, and perennially clogged meridians. Wherever it passed, the air was filled with a soft and soft halo. Deep in the center of his eyebrows, an obscure spiritual mark of Profound Mysteries slowly solidified - it was the most orthodox The foundation of Life Laws's spiritual practice is like a spiritual seed that absorbs Spiritual Energy from heaven and earth. It bursts out of the ground with vigorous vitality and is deeply rooted in the core of Divine Soul. No matter how eroded it is by wind and rain, it never wavers.
Zhao Fan closed his eyes tightly and recited the Breathing Method that the young man had just casually taught in his throat. Every breath resonated wonderfully with the Spiritual Energy that wandered between heaven and earth. The meridians that used to be obscure and blocked like a stone, now It was slowly washed and dredged by this power of life, and gradually stretched and widened; the originally turbid and stagnant Qi and blood that had difficulty running became clear and clear under the washing of the power of Laws, rushing through the body following an unprecedented pattern, and every pulse was filled with the majestic power of new life.
He could clearly feel that his mortal body was transforming and his chaotic soul was sublimating.
Ever since he was born, he has been the humblest orphan in this city, surviving by picking up scraps from others, being bullied by street gangsters, and coldly despised by passers-by, living like an ant. He had resigned himself to his fate countless times, thinking that his life would eventually be trapped at the bottom of the mud, rotting and dying in endless suffering, and never seeing any light.
But just now, that fluttering finger, that light and gentle hint, abruptly tore apart the Fate shackles that had restrained him for half his life, and opened a supreme door for him to practice Great Way.
At this moment, his humble life was completely rewritten.
Zhao Fan suddenly raised his head, and kowtowed heavily in the direction where Shiheng and Kelin Xiaoman were leaving. His forehead hit the hard ground hard, and there were bright red blood stains in the flying dust. It instantly penetrated the soil and dyed it red. He never stopped, once, twice, three times... each time he knocked on the capital, he used all his strength, full of extreme piety and gratitude, until his forehead was bloody and bloody, he supported the ground and stood up slowly.
He always held the rusty dagger tightly in his palm. The blade was dull and dull, the scabbard was mottled and damaged, and even the hilt was chipped by time. But at this moment, this useless sword-like blade seemed to be infused with an unyielding soul.
Although the sword is old, the heart is strong; although the body is weak, the way is established.
Zhao Fan raised his eyes to look at the sky, his gaze penetrated the layers of dusk clouds, as if following the back figure in plain clothes. There was no longer any confusion and cowardice in his eyes, only the burning persistence like fire, the unshakable determination like rock, and the indomitable courage to climb the mountain.
He straightened his thin but strong back, his hoarse voice was resonant, and every word was a lifelong vow:
"Senior, Zhao Fan remembers it!"
"Using a mortal body to cast Dao Heart!"
"With will, break the shackles!"
"In this life, I will live up to your kindness today! If I cannot reach the peak of Martial Dao, I will never look back in this life!"
After he finished speaking, he tightly grasped the dagger in his hand, turned around and faced the opposite direction to Shiheng, and moved forward firmly step by step. His thin back disappeared into the dusk, but revealed an unquestionable determination. He knew that the road ahead was long and full of thorns, but he had no fear - he had a way in his heart and a road under his feet, even if it was an abyss, he dared to move forward.
Shiheng never expected that the orphan in the market who he casually taught today would become the peerless Sword Saint who shocked the entire Yulan Continent a hundred years later. He used the broken sword in his hand to cut off the injustice in the world and protect the stability of all living beings. The grace of teaching him the Tao on this day also became the belief he guarded throughout his life, which has been spread throughout the mainland for eternity.
At the same time, in an elegant inn in the capital.
Shiheng sat by the window, tapping his fingertips on the simple wooden table, looking calmly out the window at the long street, taking in everything that happened on the street just now.
Kelin Xiaoman leaned against his side, her soft, boneless hands gently covering the back of his hand, with a slight coolness on her fingertips, her eyebrows curved, and a gentle smile at the corner of her mouth, and she asked softly, "Lin Family just now is from a prominent family in the empire. If you show off your talents like this, aren't you afraid that they will come and cause trouble?"
Shiheng held her hand with his backhand, and the warmth in his palm was long. He had just inadvertently exuded coercion and shocked everyone. At this moment, all the sharp edges around his body faded away, and his eyes were only clear and gentle, just like the clear springs in the mountains, warm and harmless.
"There is nothing to fear from a group of frogs at the bottom of a well." His tone was gentle, but he had the confidence to look down on the world. "Just don't provoke me. If Lin Family knows the current affairs, you can live in peace. If you don't know what is right and insist on provoking, don't blame me for being ruthless."
This is the confidence brought by absolute strength. He can control himself and others without deliberately showing off Fate. Even the top forces in the mainland have difficulty in getting under his eyes.
Kelin Xiaoman nodded gently, her gentle eyes fell on him, and she sighed softly, "The stubbornness in the face and eyes of that young man just now is very similar to yours back then."
Shiheng looked out the window again, as if penetrating through the many pavilions and passing through thousands of miles of smoke and dust, he was fixed on the thin and distant figure on the long street, and a trace of softness and resonance that had experienced vicissitudes of life gradually appeared in his eyes.
"I started from the bottom and climbed up step by step."
His voice was light, but it contained the weight of having experienced a thousand sails. "I came from a humble background, with ordinary blood, no resources, and no backing. At that time, like him, I thought I would be trapped in the mud forever and never be able to stand up."
"Origin, bloodline, opportunity, resources, these external things can trap mediocre people, but they can never trap people who are determined to be strong and unwilling to accept their fate."
Shiheng withdrew his gaze and lowered his eyes to look at the beauty beside him. His eyes were even gentler, "I just gave him an opportunity, a chance to embark on the road of spiritual practice. The road ahead will be bumpy or smooth, reaching the top or falling. In the end, he has to walk it by himself. The path needs to be proved by oneself, and the mind needs to be guarded. The road can only be broken out step by step."
Kelin Xiaoman said no more, just leaned gently on his shoulder, closed her eyes, quietly felt the temperature in her palms, and enjoyed the rare peace in this troubled world. She never asked too much about his past, but she could always understand the gentleness and persistence in his eyes, and his soft heart hidden under his strong strength.
Outside the window, the setting sun completely sank into the sky, night slowly fell, and twilight enveloped the entire capital. On the long street, the back of Zhao Fan completely disappeared at the corner, and the hidden crisis of the Lin Family had just begun. The entire Yulan Continent situation quietly set off new waves with just a finger on this street.