It was already deep into the night. Starlight poured down on the peak of Skysea Peak, dyeing the entire peak in a layer of starlight.
Ye Fan sat on the ground at the peak of Skysea Peak. Dew drenched his white eyebrows.
Caressing his snow-white beard, Ye Fan stared blankly at the stars in the sky and sighed. So many years had passed without him realizing it. It seemed like he really had gotten old.
Slowly standing up from the ground, Ye Fan reached out to smooth the wrinkles on his green robes. He raised his eyebrows and murmured softly, "I admire You Huanyu for wearing a green robe."
As soon as he finished speaking, his feet suddenly floated into the air. His green robes fluttered in the wind. Ye Fan placed his hands behind his back and looked at Skysea Peak. His originally cloudy eyes seemed to have a strange luster to them.
"When I was young, I thought that love was the most bitter thing in the world. Only by cultivating the path of emotionlessness can one reach the other side. Therefore, I say that the Lotus Sword Blooms is the sword of emotionlessness."
"Rumble!" When Ye Fan spat out the words "Lotus Sword Blooms", Skysea Peak suddenly shook. A green short sword seemed to have broken free of some kind of restraint and rushed out of the belly of the mountain. It first buzzed around Ye Fan, as if complaining that its master had forgotten about it for so long. Then it directly rushed into the sky!
"Immortals once danced in the world. Who has ever seen the Lotus Immortal?" Ye Fan's index finger lightly touched the blade of the sword, and the Green Lotus Sword suddenly rushed into the sky, evolving into countless sword shadows in the sky, intertwining with each other, impressively forming a green lotus, and the countless green lotus then formed a huge lotus bud.
Shaking his head, Ye Fan no longer looked at the gradually disappearing Lotus Sword. Instead, he took a step forward in the sky. The world spun in an instant. In the next moment, he had already left Skysea and arrived at the Nanhuai River.
"I once thought that when things reached the limit, there would be a different scenery. Because of this, I felt the flowers bloom in spring and summer and comprehended the Time Sword." Ye Fan gazed at the surging Nanhuai River. He brought his right index and ring fingers together and casually swiped at the river before him.
Just like that, the raging river was suddenly blocked, leaving an empty space in the middle for three people to walk together. In the yellowish-brown river mud, a cold glint of a sharp sword lay quietly there.
One sword to split the river, and the sword buried in the mud was called Water Flow Severance.
Ye Fan stared at the sword that had been with him for the longest time. Then, his gaze slowly became firm. With a wave of his sleeve, Broken Stream immediately turned into a stream of light and flew into the distance. Not long after, the sword that had left behind countless legends in the Jianghu completely disappeared.
Time may be cut, but, old friend, your bones are still strong, but my old bones can no longer bear the torment.
"I entered the Dao by being emotionless. Through the River of Time, I understood the Dao of Emotion and obtained a sword. This sword is invincible!"
The waters of the Nanhuai River suddenly boiled, and countless bubbles rose from the surface. Then, pillars of water shot up from the river, intertwining with one another in the sky. Finally, they transformed into a three-inch-long hidden blade.
This sword was called Melancholy of Love, Ye Fan's third sword!
All these years, the world only knew that Green Lotus Sword Immortal Ye Fan had five swords that were the best in the world. They didn't know that each sword had a story.
The story of these five swords was actually Ye Fan's entire life.
Since the third sword was called Melancholy of Love, it naturally had a story about love. Ye Fan was extremely talented. His cultivation in the way of the sword was the best in the past five hundred years. However, the heavens were fair. Even though Ye Fan had attracted countless women in the pugilistic world to submit to him, all extraordinary people in the world had strange hobbies. Ye Fan didn't love power, and he didn't even love beauties. He simply loved his sword.
But she still appeared in the end. It was as if it was fated. Ye Fan fell for her the moment he laid eyes on her. For the first time, he realized that swords weren't the only beautiful things in the world. There was also … her.
He really did like her. Yes, he just liked her, very simply liked her.
Young people's dreams of love were always so simple. Liking someone was just to make them happy. That was all.
But not everyone in the world liked the Green Lotus Sword Immortal, who loved swords to the point of madness.
He was nice to her and she didn't reject him. The two of them were neither close nor far. When he asked her about something, she would just chuckle.
This was actually quite good, but Ye Fan knew that she didn't like him.
And so, Ye Fan left.
Not long after, on this riverbank, Ye Fan fought with his opponent and comprehended the Melancholy Sword Technique. Even though he won in the end, he also lost.
He won the world but lost to her.
Ye Fan's eyes were a little wet. His snow-white eyebrows slowly turned white. In his eyes, a yellow-clothed girl was lowering her head and smiling shyly.
Are you okay?
"Buzz!"
The three-inch Melancholy of Love hummed in the air, as if comforting the old master who had practiced the sword his entire life but still lost to the heart sword.
Yes, Ye Fan was old. When he buried the five swords, he was already old.
This carefree swordsman who had lived a glorious life had finally welcomed his declining years.
Forcing out a drop of blood from his fingertip, Ye Fan flicked it and it landed on the three-inch hidden blade. It immediately turned a dark red.
The Melancholy of Love sword started to tremble as if it didn't want that drop of blood to land on it. But it was all in vain. Ye Fan was truly tired, so tired that he couldn't pick up Melancholy of Love anymore. He felt that after being buried for so many years, it was time for it to come out again.
But from now on, Melancholy of Love would no longer be Melancholy of Love because there would no longer be a Green Lotus Sword Immortal Ye Fan in this world. As for Melancholy of Love, it would forever be that green-robed swordsman's Melancholy of Love. Even if it landed in someone else's hands, Melancholy of Love was just a slightly sharper sword.
Ye Fan shook his head and raised his head to look at the treasured sword before him. There was a trace of guilt in his eyes. In the end, he let out a long sigh and flicked his finger, dispersing the drop of blood that had cut off their connection. Old friend, since you're not willing to leave me, then let's work together one last time!
… …
This was an ordinary little village. The villagers had been farming for generations and rarely interacted with the outside world.
"Grandpa Ye, you haven't been back for so many years, right? You've been wandering alone for so many years. Is your body still strong? " An honest-looking man saw the old figure sitting cross-legged on the field and immediately warmly greeted him.
The big man didn't know how old this "Grandpa Ye" was, but he was at least a hundred years old. That was because for as long as he could remember, this Grandpa Ye was already Grandpa Ye.
After so many years, his grandfather had died, his father had died, but Grandpa Ye was still Grandpa Ye. Moreover, he had become Grandpa Ye for several generations.
"Ah, it's Dongzi. My old bones can't hold on much longer, so I wanted to take this opportunity to see our village again." The old man's words were very calm, but the big man called Dongzi's heart skipped a beat. He knew that Grandpa Ye wouldn't lie to him, but the old and young people in the village were all watched by this Grandpa Ye in front of him as they grew up. These past few years, they had long regarded this old man as a living immortal. Now, he finally couldn't hold on any longer?
"There's no need to look like this. Birth, old age, illness, and death are human nature. I've lived for so long, I should be content. There's nothing to be regretful about." The old man chuckled and waved his hand at Dongzi.
"Let's go and do your own things. This old man should go and take a look at other places."
The old man's figure slowly disappeared. Two hours later, all the men, women, old, and young in the village gathered under the crooked willow tree at the entrance of the village. Their faces were mournful.
Not long after, a sharp-eyed young man found a sword under the willow tree where "Grandpa Ye" often sat. It was the Forgetting River Sword, or the Floating Sinking Sword.
When the Forgetting River Sword appeared, the wind and clouds moved! When the Floating Sinking Sword appeared, the four seas were shocked!
.....
Eh, I said that young people shouldn't sigh at the waste of time.
The scenery of life is not necessarily a bad place to go.
I advise young people to cherish the old people in front of them.
Don't wait for the yellow flowers to fall before you regret your incompetence!
I once drank the water of the Yangtze River and stole a few pots of immortal wine from the heavens.
I once ascended the Heavenly Dao when I was drunk and talked with Ancestor Lu in my dreams.
I once was young and infatuated with love, I poured my heart out to love.
I once was young and frivolous, I didn't know how high the heavens were and how deep the earth was.
Hee! When I was drunk, I looked at my scholarly and heroic heart, turning the starry sky into a three-foot sword in my hand!
When I sober up, don't sigh at my sorrow and sorrow. My heart is full of worry and I feel sad alone. One must know that a hundred years of life is passed in a hurry. Who can put down the ambitions in their heart?
Hehe, dare I ask the heavens, can the Great Dao accommodate me?
"Rumble!" The sky was originally clear and sunny, but following the crazy ramblings of a crazy old man, the color of the sky changed in an instant.
For a moment, sand and stones flew everywhere, and the wind danced wildly!
Under the brilliant Heavenly Dao, there was actually a bold mortal who vainly tried to provoke the dignity of the Heavens. Therefore, even the Heavens had to send down its own anger!
Grabbing the wine gourd tied to his waist, the crazy old man fiercely gulped down a mouthful of strong liquor and fiercely pointed his middle finger at the sky. Do you think I'm afraid of you?
This was the first time in his life that he was so crazy, and it should also be the last time.
This time, he wanted to vent all the frustrations in his heart for the past 150 years. It was really too bitter to always keep it bottled up in his heart.
The wind became stronger, and the thunder also started to rumble. The dancing lightning seemed to tear a huge hole in the sky. But the crazy old man was not afraid at all. Instead, his eyes flickered with a strange light.
This was the last battle of his life, and also the pinnacle battle. In this battle, he wanted to be happy. In this battle, he wanted to be truly unrestrained!
He charged towards the lightning that illuminated the entire sky with extreme speed. Because his speed was too fast, the green robe on his body started to spontaneously combust, but he didn't care at all.
After a long time, the green "lightning" and the rumbling lightning intertwined. Thunder rumbled in the sky, and the sound of swords hummed incessantly!
In the battle, Ye Fan's green robe had already turned to ash, and his body was also covered with wounds. However, the usually gentle and gentle Ye Fan's eyes were now filled with madness. It was as if he didn't care about anything else and only knew to do his best to resist the purple lightning in front of him!
This was the wrath of the Heavens, the wrath of the Great Dao, the wrath of the mortal world towards insignificant humans. But could this really block the Green Lotus Sword Immortal who wielded the Extraordinary Sword?
After an unknown amount of time, light appeared in the sky again. The two dazzling bolts of lightning that had lit up the entire world also disappeared.
A few green threads floated down from the sky. After landing on the ground, they also turned into green smoke and dissipated in the wind.
In a field not far away, a black longsword was stabbed diagonally into the yellow soil. Only the sword hilt was missing. No, not only the sword hilt, but the tip of the longsword in the ground had also long been shattered.
A few words could be faintly seen on the cold blade of the sword: Extraordinary.
Beside the Extraordinary Sword, a pale yellow sword tassel slowly rose into the air with the breeze and gradually disappeared.
Indeed, Ye Fan was "extraordinary", Ye Wang was "unforgettable", and Ye Chen had already "transcended the mortal world".
Ye Fan had died! The Extraordinary Sword had been broken! The Mourning Sword had scattered!
With Ye Fan's death, an era of swords finally came to an end. However, no matter how many years passed, there would still be a legend in the martial world. It was a legend about swords, a legend about a Sword Immortal called Ye Fan.
However, no one knew that Ye Fan, who was as perfect as a god in other people's eyes, also had a sad past. And no one knew that his last battle was also to resolve his biggest worry.
Since he had chosen to let go of his obsession, he would have no regrets.
The world did not understand him. Even she did not understand him. But even so, after he pierced through that bolt of lightning, even though his body was covered in wounds and he was on the verge of disappearing, he was still smiling. In the last moments of his life, he vaguely saw a girl dressed in light yellow clothes. She had her head lowered and was smiling at him.
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