When Murong Feixue stepped into the ancient temple, he was greeted by a silent courtyard, and under the silver moonlight, the stone steps looked extremely clean, and there was no trace of many people stepping on it. Looking around, I saw that the hall was majestic, and the corners of the eaves were hung with wind chimes, swaying with the wind and making melodious sounds, like whispers from another world.
He cautiously walked through the courtyard to a wide pontoon bridge. The pontoon seems to have aged a long time, with moss growing in the gaps between the planks, but the structure is still strong. Under the bridge is a bottomless canyon, and the mountain walls on both sides are like knives and axes, and they are extremely steep.
Suddenly, a burst of sword qi cut through the tranquility, and Murong Feixue turned around suddenly, only to see a figure standing at the head of the bridge. It was a middle-aged swordsman, dressed in green clothes, although he was just standing casually, he had an aura that could not be ignored.
"Who is Your Excellency? Why visit late at night? The swordsman's voice was cold, like a night wind piercing through the forest.
Murong Feixue responded indifferently: "In Xia, Murong Feixue is just a passerby, I heard that there is a secret to solving doubts here, so I came to explore." ”
A hint of strangeness flashed in the swordsman's eyes: "Puzzle? There are countless mysteries in the world, what kind of doubts do you want to solve? ”
"The mystery of the origin." Murong Feixue's words were concise and her eyes were firm.
The swordsman was silent for a moment, slowly drew his sword, and pointed at Murong Feixue lightly with the tip of his sword: "If you want to cross this bridge, you need to defeat me first." ”
A fierce sword fight ensued. The sword light was like water, flickering under the moonlight, and the shadow of the sword blended with the flying snow, making it difficult to distinguish. Murong Feixue's swordsmanship is unique, overcoming rigidity with softness, while the swordsman is fierce and aggressive.
After several temptations, Murong Feixue gradually figured out the opponent's sword path, and with one move, "Walking in the Snow", he skillfully cracked the swordsman's killing and stopped the tip of the sword in front of his throat.
The swordsman's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't seem to care about the outcome of the battle. He slowly retracted his sword, and his words were a little approving: "The young man's moves are extraordinary, and they are really extraordinary. If you can solve the mystery of your life experience, you may be able to find a different path in this chaotic world. ”
Murong Feixue returned the sword into the sheath, and said, "Please advise your seniors." ”
The swordsman turned around and pointed to the other end of the bridge: "Cross the bridge, go ten miles to the east, there is a 'Ask Heaven Pavilion', you may be able to find the answer you need." ”
After speaking, the swordsman's figure flickered and disappeared into the night like a ghost.
Murong Feixue took a deep breath, adjusted her internal breath, and walked onto the pontoon. Each step seemed heavy and firm, as if each step had left a deep mark on his own path of life.
When the morning light first shines, the end of the pontoon bridge is already visible. Murong Feixue knew that a deeper secret was waiting for him, and this pontoon bridge was just the first threshold to the truth.