The breeze blows on my face, blowing the tender willow and goose-yellow branches on the branches.
Everywhere you look, there are patches of green.
These peaceful days have lasted for more than ten years.
As a result, many children born in later generations have almost forgotten the war that shook the worlds of humans and immortals more than ten years ago.
In the middle of a small village in the Central Plains, there is a very thick tree.
Not a locust tree, not a cypress, not a tung tree, not a willow tree.
The appearance is both simple and powerful.
Speaking of which, this tree has become the most famous towering tree from hundreds of miles away.
Warriors from all walks of life often come here to pay their respects.
Some of their eyes were filled with tears.
Some with reverence.
There are also some who seem to want to learn something in this big tree.
All in all, people have often come to visit this small mountain village since it was built.
And under the big tree, sitting upright, was a storyteller with rat-like features.
I have lived in the village for some years.
Usually, I would set up a forum under the big tree and talk about the anecdotes from that year.
As for the children in the village, they knew that this storyteller was always full of lies.
But after hearing his ups and downs and interesting stories, they all stopped and listened.
Sometimes, just listening to it lasts an entire afternoon.
I had to wait for my parents to urge me to go home for dinner, and then I reluctantly returned home.
And the stories told by the storyteller are also clichés.
It was the Battle of Xiangyang.
In the afternoon of this day, the weather was very hot.
Only under this big tree, there is a thick shade, which is quite refreshing.
The children fished out the cool fruits from the well water and gathered under the tree.
Today, in the crowd, except for the farmers taking a break at noon and those children.
There was also a pretty and graceful woman standing.
This woman was wearing a bamboo hat, with only half of her face exposed.
But she was born with skin as white as jade and a pretty face that was dizzy.
Wearing a blue and white robe, he looked quite different from everyone around him.
She quietly looked at the big tree in front of her and sighed quietly.
He seems to be quite nostalgic, as if he has been a close friend of this tree for many years.
"Snapped!"
Only a scream was heard.
The children who were originally sleepy suddenly became interested.
"Sir, are we still talking about the Battle of Xiangyang today?"
"I've told you too many times!"
"We fight back and forth, but in the end it's just the same old thing."
"Might as well talk about something else!"
The storyteller looked at Xi Zhou with his eyes and said with a smile.
"You are picky. My husband is happy today. What do you want to hear?"
"A debate on swordsmanship in Huashan Mountain? Five major sects encircling Wudang? Or is it the swordsmen of Zhongnan Mountain competing for supremacy?"
"I'm tired of hearing this. This tree in our village is so famous. Sir, why don't you tell us about it?"
"This tree..."
The storyteller turned around and looked at the tree.
"This tree is here, but it is quite old. It must be more than ten years old."
"Sir, you are lying! My father said that such a big and thick tree, even if it is planted on the most fertile land, will take hundreds of years to grow. How could it be so thick and thin in more than ten years?"
The storyteller smiled.
"But before this tree was transplanted here, it was planted in a place full of spiritual energy, so it naturally has such a thickness!"
As soon as I finished speaking, a breeze blew by, swaying the branches and leaves, and it was extremely cool.
It's like there is a world under the tree.
"The more you talk, the more mysterious it becomes. If it is planted in a place rich in spiritual energy, it must be a fairy tree!"
"Since it is an immortal tree, it was planted by an immortal."
"How can an immortal be willing to put this tree into the human world?"
The children wondered loudly.
At this time, a clear and gentle voice suddenly sounded from the crowd.
"You are right. This tree was originally an immortal tree, but it was not cultivated by an immortal. Instead, it was planted here by a martial artist."
This sound made people's hearts flutter and felt extremely comfortable. Everyone looked back as if hearing fairy music.
The woman in blue and white clothes seemed to be quite ignorant of worldly affairs. When everyone saw her, her face turned slightly red, which made her look even more adorable.
"This tree was originally planted in a place called the Emperor Garden Sword Realm. It was used by the warrior to absorb the vitality of the world and cultivate himself."
"At the end of the Battle of Xiangyang, the gods and humans were angry and gathered together to fight. The gods and humans of the Immortal Family entered the world to fight, causing a catastrophe."
"At that time, the millions of troops in Beimang turned into puppets of heaven and man. The flames of fire in the Central Plains continued to be passed down, and they were in danger."
When the child listened to what this woman said, she felt so emotional and reasonable, as if he was personally involved in the battle.
Compared with Mr. Storyteller's vague description, it seems to be more detailed.
They couldn't help but become interested, and they didn't interrupt the conversation, just listening silently.
"It was at this moment that the warrior rode up on a phoenix and swung his sword, slashing down three thousand sword immortals in the heaven."
"For a moment, the sword energy filled the heaven and earth. Even Tuoba Bodhisattva, who had reached the realm of immortality as a deity and human at that time, was severely injured by this sword and would never regain his realm for the rest of his life."
"The stability of the Central Plains and the peace of the world have naturally been preserved."
The children listened and were silent for a long time.
After a while, someone slowly asked questions.
"Because of this fight, it has only been more than ten years since the world was opened to heaven, and it will be impossible to fly to the fairyland?"
The woman shook her head slightly, her eyes full of tenderness.
"No, what that young man wants to do is neither a battle between heaven and man, nor a battle between heaven and earth."
"It's about fighting for a glimmer of hope for independence in the world."
"Let the affairs of the world be decided by the human world. Don't let the immortal world take care of it. Don't allow the immortals to fish for luck."
"As for what you said, in the past ten years, no one has opened the Heavenly Gate and ascended to the Immortal Realm. They are just people in this world, and there are only a few people who are amazingly talented and beautiful."
After hearing this, the children were all full of confidence. They each felt that they must be the next most beautiful talent after that young man.
"But, who is the young man you are talking about? Why have we never heard of his name?"
"Yes, during the battle in Xiangyang, many great masters were present, and we all know that."
"Xiangyang guard Guo Jing and Huang Rong's wife are naturally the first to win."
"The ancient tomb sect female swordsman Lin Chaoying, the peach blossom swordsman Deng Tai'a, the old swordsman Li Chungang..."
"There are also the Seven Heroes of Wudang! The Quanzhen Seven Sons and the old naughty boy Zhou Botong were all present to help with the boxing."
The woman in green and white clothes smiled bitterly and shook her head.
"If you don't remember his name, that's what he wants. What he wants is always a quiet library..."
As she spoke, she walked forward and gently touched the ancient and vigorous tree trunk.
Touched by the jade hand, the ancient tomb suddenly glowed with a warm and moist luster like a pulse.
It was really like old friends meeting again and each of them burst into tears.
There were tears in the corners of the girl's eyes, as crystal clear as stars.
"Old Shu, I'm leaving. Maybe one day, I can persuade that person to come down the mountain again and see you."
After the girl said that, she turned around and walked towards the outside of the village.
"Sister, since that hero is so powerful, why did he leave this fairy tree here?"
The child behind him suddenly asked again.
The girl turned her head and said with a smile.
"Of course it's just to add another blessing of luck to the human world."
As she spoke, her whole body suddenly emitted a lingering bluish-white halo, enveloping her entire body.
Suddenly, he soared into the sky and galloped away towards the east.
