There were people at the foot of Baiyun Mountain.
The village that Mister White lived in was called Cloud Village. It was a small village with a population of less than 200. There were other villages near Cloud Village. They were all connected together to form a small town.
The small town was called Baiyun Town.
Baiyun Town was under the jurisdiction of the Floating Cloud City. It was about 500 miles away. Ordinary people would have to walk for a long time to get there.
Baiyun Mountain was a nice name, but it was not safe on the mountain.
It was said that there were wild beasts, powerful and bloodthirsty demonic beasts, and vicious bandits.
Every time the villagers went into the mountain to hunt or find medicine, they did not dare to go deep. They only dared to stay at the bottom for fear of being killed.
Only warriors dared to go deep into Baiyun Mountain.
However, it was not easy to become a warrior. In the entire Cloud Village, there was only one person who could be called a warrior.
The sky was getting brighter. The only warrior in Cloud Village, Yang Ying, was running around the village with a dozen youths. Each of them was dragging a boulder that weighed a hundred pounds. They were panting, but they did not give up.
"Mr. Bai." Yang Ying was running with a sword on his back. He saw a figure walking slowly in front of him and called out loudly.
"Brother Yang, good morning." Mr. Bai smiled. His eyes fell on the sword on Yang Ying's back. There was a glimmer of hope and desire in his eyes.
As far as Mr. Bai knew, Yang Ying had gone to the outside world. He did not know why he had returned to Cloud Village. Mr. Bai had treated him and found that he had many hidden injuries.
Under Mr. Bai's treatment, the hidden injuries gradually improved. Therefore, Yang Ying was very grateful and respectful to him.
Yang Ying had once said that martial arts were divided into different levels. From the lowest level to the highest level, they were Warrior, Martial Master, and General. It was said that there were even higher levels, but Yang Ying did not know about them.
The standard to become a Warrior was to be able to explode with a force of 500 pounds. The standard to become a Martial Master was to be able to explode with a force of 10,000 pounds. The standard to become a General was to explode with a force of 100,000 pounds.
Mister White found it hard to imagine. He was just a person with a small body. How could he explode with the power of 10,000 kilograms or even 100,000 kilograms? That kind of power could break stones and shatter a small hill. But for some reason, Mister White thought it was normal. It was not surprising. In fact, it was not a big deal.
Yang Ying was an expert in the Martial Master Realm.
As for those below Martial Warrior, they were ordinary people. After a certain amount of training, they could be called Martial Disciples.
Mister White smiled as he watched the group of young men run while dragging the boulder behind them. It was like the morning sun.
Day after day passed. Mister White did not know why he stayed in Little Cloud Village. He kept thinking and searching, but his memories were blank.
Where did it come from?
And where was he going?
Where to go from here was a complete problem.
Or perhaps, in the deepest part of his heart, there was a thought of settling down, so peaceful and leisurely.
In the blink of an eye, another half a year had passed.
As usual, Mister White fished and treated the villagers. His days were very fulfilling.
Today, for some reason, Mister White felt as if the air was suffocating. It was as if something bad was about to happen.
Soon, Mister White knew that his suspicions had been confirmed.
A group of fierce-looking people entered the village.
Everyone in the village was gathered together. The elderly, children, men, and women were all trembling.
"Everyone will pay 100 taels of silver. If you can't pay, you'll die." A skinny young man shouted as he waved his knife. The knife's light was chilling under the sunlight.
No one wanted to die, but facing a group of bandits, they were like sheep. They could not fight back.
"100 taels of silver is too much. We can't pay that much." Yang Ying stood at the front, holding his sword in front of him. He stared at the bandits and said in a deep voice. His body naturally emitted a mountain-like aura that was difficult to shake.
"You must be the only warrior in Xiao Yun Village. You seem to have some strength. I'll give you some face and give everyone 50 taels of silver." The leader of the dozen or so people was a man with a full beard. His body was as strong as an iron tower, giving off an oppressive aura.
"50 taels of silver!" Yang Ying frowned. Not to mention 50 taels of silver, even if it was 5 taels of silver each, the villagers would not be able to pay that much.
"Don't push your luck." The bearded man stared at the bandits. His ferocious look was terrifying.
Mister White stood in the middle of the crowd. His skinny body looked like it would be blown away by a gust of wind. However, he looked calm. He did not panic. His calmness seemed to have affected Lin Yun and Lin Ming, who were standing next to him.
"Everyone, please leave a way out." Yang Ying took a deep breath and said in a deep voice. There were more than a dozen people, and all of them were warriors. They looked ferocious. Yang Ying did not know if he could defeat them, let alone protect the villagers behind him.
"Take one of my attacks. If you can, I'll let you go this time." The bearded man smiled.
"Okay." Yang Ying took a deep breath and mobilized his power. He held his long sword in front of him. Suddenly, he seemed to have turned into an ancient mountain, standing still.
"Not bad." The bearded man was a bit surprised. Then, he sneered and pulled out the broadsword on his back. He did not seem to have done anything, but he just slashed out. The broadsword light split the air. It was ferocious. It slashed through the air and landed on Yang Ying's body. Yang Ying blocked the attack with his sword.
However, the bearded man's strength was clearly much greater than Yang Ying's. It was impossible for him to block the attack. Yang Ying was sent flying, and the sword in his hand flew high into the air, shining brightly under the sunlight.
That slash had shattered the hope of the entire Xiaoyun Village.
"Uncle Yang …"
"Uncle Yang, are you okay?"
"Uncle Yang …" The young men ran over to him.
These youths were all trained by Yang Ying every day. It was a pity that they were not even Martial Disciples. They were no match for the bandits.
"Let's fight them!" A young man shouted.
"Stop!" Yang Ying quickly reached out and grabbed the young man. He spat out a mouthful of blood.
At the same time, his long sword fell and stabbed into the ground beside Mr. Bai's feet.
The shiny sword shocked Lin Yun. Then, she realized that Mister White was staring at the shiny silver sword. It was as if he was in a daze. She could not describe the look in his eyes. Using the word gentle was not enough to describe it.
"I … I blocked your attack, right …" Yang Ying wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and forced himself to stand. He walked step by step to his original position and said with difficulty.
"A low level martial master was able to block my attack. Not bad." The bearded man smiled. He was a high level martial master.
The threshold of a Martial Master was at least ten thousand jin of strength. The strength that a low level Martial Master could unleash was between ten thousand jin and twenty thousand jin, the strength that a middle level Martial Master could unleash was between thirty thousand jin to forty thousand jin, and the strength that a high level Martial Master could unleash was between fifty thousand jin to sixty thousand jin. As for the strength that a top level Martial Master could unleash, it was between seventy thousand jin to eighty thousand jin.
He did not have any intention of holding back with his attack. He wanted to kill his opponent. However, he did not expect that his opponent would be able to withstand it.
"Hehe, you must be holding on. I can see that you are not far from death. That's why you could not block my attack." The bearded man laughed. From the beginning, he did not have any intention of letting the villagers go. He was just playing around. "Everyone will pay fifty taels of silver. If you can't pay, kill them. As for the women, take them back to the village."
"Let's fight."
"Killing one is also worth it."
Leaving no way out, the villagers of Xiao Yun Village were provoked. They all picked up weapons like sickles, hoes, sticks and so on to fight the bandits.
However, as ordinary people, they were no match for the bandits. As soon as they rushed up, they were immediately cut down. One by one, they fell down. Blood flowed everywhere. It was a shocking sight.
"Sister, quickly take Mr. Bai away." Lin Ming clenched his teeth and reached for the sword that was stabbed into the ground.
However, a pale and slender hand grabbed the sword before him. Lin Ming recognized that it was Mr. Bai's hand.
When the sword fell from the sky and landed beside his feet, it attracted Mr. Bai's attention.
It was as if his eyes were attracted by something. An indescribable feeling came from his heart and soul.
It was as if there was a voice that kept repeating, "Pick up the sword … pick up the sword … pick up the sword …"
There was another voice that told him that if he picked up the sword, his peaceful and leisurely life would be broken.
How should he choose?
Mr. Bai gave in to his heart.
His heart was filled with desire. The desire that came from the depths of his soul was unprecedentedly strong. It made him choose to pick up the sword.
Perhaps, if he picked up the sword, he would know where he came from. Where would he go?
"Mr. Bai, quickly leave with my sister." Lin Ming was startled at first. Then, he whispered anxiously.
He knew that Mr. Bai's body was very weak. He could not even lift a fish that weighed more than ten kilograms. However, he was always curious as to how Mr. Bai could easily lift a fish that weighed more than ten kilograms.
Mr. Bai ignored Lin Ming. When his pale and slender right hand grabbed the sword hilt, an indescribable feeling spread throughout his body. It was as if his entire body had gone limp.
Shouts, screams, hideous laughter, the sound of the wind … all the sounds gradually faded away until they could not be heard. It was as if they had been separated from the entire world.
Only … the sword in his hand was still there.
It was as if his arm was an extension of his body. It was as if it had grown out of his body. It was a feeling that was connected by blood. It was a feeling that his spirit and soul shared.
This feeling deeply fascinated Mr. Bai. He was intoxicated by it. It was difficult for him to wake up.
However, he seemed to wake up again.
With the sword in his hand, countless images flashed through his mind. They were all Sword Light …
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