On this night, the descendants of the Sword Emperor entered the Purple Mansion Realm.

The five heavens of the Purple Mansion, the first sword intent Purple Mansion has been completed, and a steady stream of true qi swarms out from the sea of bitterness, merging into the Purple Mansion, endlessly.

Bai Ze only felt that the true qi in his body was more than twice as thick, and the true qi penetrated through the meridians, giving him the illusion of breaking through the limitations of heaven and earth.

But Bai Ze knew that the Heavenly Dao restrictions were still there.

Ten tripods have not been completed, and he is still the power of nine tripods.

Bai Ze shook his head, and suddenly heard a sigh from someone behind him, and when he looked back, he found that the person was a mountain ghost.

The sword spirit double body can be separated from the sword itself into a spirit body, or it can be turned into a sword body, which is a sword spirit body.

The mountain ghost used a blinding method, and Jiang Wei couldn't see her. She silently looked at the inscription poem left by Wang Zhilian on the stone wall, and the jade's eyes were engulfed in mist.

"I think I've been to this place before. "The mountain ghost's clothes are fluttering, and his white hair is flying in the wind, as if the fairy of the Nine Heavens has descended into the mortal world, and it cannot be desecrated.

Bai Ze was also silent.

A hundred years ago, the three peaks of sword cultivation in the rivers and lakes of Kyushu moved the world, the sword immortal Li Muzhi, the old sword emperor Chen Wangsheng, and the sword king.

At that time, Wang Zhihuan had just returned from the outer heavens, and he had a sword hidden in the front, and he was not the half-step sword immortal in the legend.

But the name of the sword has made the rivers and lakes of Kyushu change. Sword cultivators all over the world worship these three peaks.

After a long time, the old sword emperor Chen Wusheng has already sat down, and Wang Zhilian does not know whether he is alive or dead. In the rivers and lakes of Kyushu, there is only one unreachable sky left, Sword Immortal Li Muzhi.

Bai Ze didn't know if the mountain ghost followed him when Wang Zhilian landed on the stork tower. I only know that after he wrote this poem, more than 100 years have passed, and his only apprentice, the mountain ghost, came here by chance.

"If you want to be poor, go to the next level. ”

The pride and ambition of the past still remain on the stone wall, but this river and lake, the high-spirited sword of the past, has long disappeared.

The mountain is high and the people are the peak, which is the top of the Buddha?

In the reckless Dushan, in the nameless cave, Wang Zhilian fought with the old monk and died. The mountain ghost waited for him for a hundred years, and finally couldn't wait any longer.

"Sister, do you have something to say to him?" Bai Ze asked her.

"Words?" The mountain ghost glanced at Bai Ze in confusion and asked him, "But what am I talking about?"

"It's better to share a poem with him. Bai Ze said, and the black jade sword was suddenly unsheathed.

"Brother Bai, what are you doing?" Jiang Wei was stunned.

Bai Ze was silent, strode to the top layer of the dragon pillar, walked the dragon and snake, and engraved the poem on the dragon pillar in one go.

Jiang Wei walked over and saw Bai Ze write:

"The path of immortals has no beginning and no end,

Only a sword asks the sky.

The tiger is in the wind like a dragon,

Where does orthodoxy come from, what is the peak?"

Jiang Wei was stunned, and silently read the poem twice, only to feel that the sea of souls shook, and the Dao heart roared, as if there were thousands of thunderbolts, thrilling.

"There is only one sword, only one sword. Jiang Wei felt something in his dark, and suddenly looked at the peerless young man, only to be shocked like an immortal.

"Brother Bai, what is this poem called?" Jiang Wei asked him.

Bai Ze thought for a while, added two words to the end of the poem, and whispered: "Ask the sword." ”

The young man suddenly looked back, looked at the stone wall made of diamond jade, put his sword into the sheath, and said, "One day, I, Bai Ze, will climb the Stork Bird Tower again." When the time comes, this poem will be written on this stone wall like Wang Zhilian. ”

He seemed to be saying to himself, and it was like saying to the mountain ghosts. But at this moment, Jiang Wei finally realized what was missing between him and Bai Ze.

It's the heart of the question.

What kind of arrogant Dao heart can make that young man say the sentence "Only a sword asks the sky"? But when he said it, Jiang Wei was convinced that one day, the young man in front of him would finally ask Kyushu with a sword.

On the top floor of the Stork Tower, the mountain ghost suddenly laughed.

It's like a spring breeze and a moon.

The sunset in the distant sky finally set on the mountains, the heavens and the earth were overcast, and the brilliance of the stars, under the illumination of the moonlight, seemed so pale and powerless.

"Brother Jiang, last night you asked me to teach you to comprehend the sword artistic conception. Bai Ze glanced back at the young man beside him and asked him, "Sword cultivation is the fourth realm, the sword intent is the third, and then there is the Dacheng Sword Gang realm." Do you know what a sword is?"

"What is a sword?" Jiang Wei was stunned by Bai Ze's question, he had practiced for sixteen years, and he had a sword as his companion all year round, and now he was asked to answer what a sword was, but it made him feel at a loss.

What is Sword?

Is it Taihua in the hand?

Jiang Wei had doubts about the sword for the first time.

Bai Ze walked out of the attic, leaned on the railing, stood proudly, looking at the Yongji River in the night, the fishing boats sang at night, the singing was spreading, and the scenery was beautiful.

"What is a sword?" Jiang Wei asked himself over and over again, looking crazy.

"What is a sword, what is a sword?" Jiang Wei's voice became louder and louder, laughing wildly for a while, and hiding his face and crying again.

Bai Ze's problem almost made him collapse.

After sixteen years of sword cultivation, someone asked him what a sword was, but he couldn't say a word.

Bai Ze didn't look back, looking at the long-standing Yongji River, as if he was saying to himself, and also to Jiang Wei: "Someone asked me the same question before. There was also a teenager with me, and we thought about it for a day and a night. Then I told the man that everything is a sword. My friend said that a sword is a sword in his hand. ”

"Everything is a sword?" Jiang Wei rushed out and asked Bai Ze urgently, "The sword is the sword in your hand." Which of these two answers is true?"

"What's the difference?" Bai Ze looked at Jiang Wei, "Actually, both of these answers are correct. ”

"How could this be?" Jiang Wei couldn't believe it, "If both are right, what's the point of this question?"

But that's just the way it is. Bai Ze said, "It's just that these two answers reflect the two people's different understandings of the sword." ”

Jiang Wei vaguely understood something.

"Have you heard this story?" Bai Ze said again, "Legend has it that five hundred years ago, before the birth of the old sword immortal Kong Zhou, there was a sword god senior in the rivers and lakes of Kyushu. ”

"It is very interesting for the sword god seniors to practice swords all their lives. When he was a teenager, he walked the world with a sword, and he was suave, and all the chivalrous women in Kyushu fell in love with him. But when he was a young man, he abandoned the sword and the cliff of the East China Sea, and since then he has walked the rivers and lakes without a sword. ”

"Don't use a sword again?" Jiang Wei was stunned.

But the people in the rivers and lakes said that the swordsmanship of the predecessors of the Sword God was even more wonderful. Bai Ze continued, "After many more years, the sword god predecessor went to the East China Sea cliff alone, jumped into the sea, and scooped up the sword again with his own hands. Since then, the predecessors of the sword god have walked the rivers and lakes, and the world has seen that he has a sword again. ”

Jiang Wei suddenly realized.

"At that time, the people of Kyushu said again that they were already in the predecessor of the Sword God, and they could no longer see a trace of sword intent. But that kind of invisibility is like the air around us, but we can't see or touch it. Bai Ze said, "At that time, the sword path of the predecessor of the sword god had already been canonized as a god. Hugh said that the rivers and lakes of Kyushu are extraterritorial, and there is no opponent of the predecessor of the Sword God. ”

"Young people look at mountains and mountains are mountains, middle-aged people look at mountains and mountains are not mountains, and old people look at mountains, in fact, it has always been that mountain. Bai Ze patted Jiang Wei's shoulder, "Sword, when I first looked at it, it was it." As he spoke, he flicked Moyu's scabbard, "Later, everything is a sword, so why limit yourself to a tangible iron sword?"

"But after many years of going around and around, when you look back, you will find, oh, it turns out that the sword has always been by your side, and you have never been required not to pursue anything. Bai Ze said, "It's there, it's always there." You just can't see it. ”

"Boom !——"

Jiang Wei only felt that the sea of souls seemed to open up the world, and the shackles of the Dao heart for many years had all turned into powder at this moment.

Bai Ze saw the reflection of starlight in Jiang Wei's eyes, and the true qi in his body grew rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, the momentum had climbed to the top, and the sword intent on his body began to converge, swallowing the golden darkness.

"I see. Jiang Wei took a deep breath, looked at Bai Ze, bowed and bowed, and bent down to thank you: "Jiang Wei thanks Brother Bai for his advice." From now on, wherever it is used to me, I will do my best and will never shirk!"

"You're welcome. Bai Ze returned the salute and said to him, "I just told you a story." Whether you understand or not, it all depends on your understanding. ”

"Understood!" Jiang Wei took out a sword book from his arms and handed it to Bai Ze, "Brother Bai, this is the "Thunder Light Sword Technique" you wanted. ”

"Then you're welcome. Bai Ze put away the sword book with a smile, and now he was worried about what to refine, so he was really sleepy and handed over the pillow.

"It's not early!" Bai Ze looked at the fishing boats coming and going in the vast river downstairs of the stork, with lanterns hanging next to the cabin, rippling in the night breeze, but it was a pleasant scenery, so he said to Jiang Wei, "Brother Jiang, can you swim the Yongji River at night together?"

"Of course. Jiang Wei laughed.

"Okay, let's go!" Bai Ze pinched the sword trick in his right hand, and the black jade on his waist suddenly came out of the sheath and flew out of the attic. The white-clothed young man jumped up, stepped on the flying sword, and went straight down the river from the dangerous building to the sword.

"It's coming!" Jiang Wei also rose with his sword and chased after Bai Ze.

"Hahaha!" The hearty laughter of the young man came from above the nine heavens, and the sound shook in all directions, so startled that the fishermen on the river looked up one after another, and saw the two young heroes under the sword, they were all surprised, but they still couldn't help but praise a good son in their hearts!

Bai Ze and the others chose a fishing boat, and when they approached, the spirit sword was retracted, and the true qi was raised, and the person lightly got on the deck of the fishing boat.

"Boatman, did you catch any fish tonight?" Bai Ze asked aloud.

"Haha, the two young heroes are really coming to the right place!" the boatman said with a smile, shook his hand, skillfully threw the fishing net in his hand, and said, "The fresh sea bass that just went online, the two young heroes try it?"

"Two of them!" Jiang Wei said, and asked again, "Do you have any wine?"

"Hey, I have the wine!" Bai Ze took out a jar of monkey drunk from the seal of the chess piece on his wrist, there were only three jars of wine, one altar was given to Tao Hongjing, and the rest was originally intended for Xie Xuan.

But now Master's whereabouts are unknown, and life and death are unknown.

Bai Ze wanted to come with mixed feelings, and he just wanted to use wine to kill his sorrows.

"There is also an altar, Master, I will keep it for you. Bai Zexin said, when the mud seal was unsealed, the aroma of the wine immediately diffused out, and the unique taste of the Yongji River was intoxicating.

"Good wine!" Jiang Wei was so greedy that his Adam's apple stirred, and he exclaimed.

"Haha, come, let's do it for one night first!" Bai Ze poured wine, and the two of them sat on the deck with their butts, and drank directly from the wine bowl on the low table.

Beautiful scenery, travel with friends.

Hurry, hurry!