At the foot of Changling.

Wang Yi's expression was very ugly.

In the competition between the Eastern Realm and Tiandu Academy, he was indeed the only one left, and he had not yet decided with Shengsheng.

But Liu Shiyi's words were very straightforward, mixed with a sense of contempt...... Your cultivation is too low, far less slow than your voice, so you are afraid of fighting.

Wang Yi stretched out one hand backwards and grasped the hilt of the pitch-black long sword.

The long and narrow sword weapon emitted a cool water dragon roaring sound when it landed.

Liu Shiyi said indifferently: "I only have seven realms of cultivation, and I don't take advantage of you, but I can guarantee that if you draw your sword, but only ten breaths, you will be beaten out of Changling by me." ”

Wang Yi stared at Liu Shiyi tightly, and he didn't let go of the hilt of his sword.

"There are no rules in Changling that prohibit hands, no matter what the outcome is, as long as you and I do it here, and consume our divine thoughts, there is no hope of climbing the mountain. Little Sword Immortal Mu Ran said, "I have my great future, why bother with you as a madman?"

Liu Shiyi let out an "oh".

He smiled and said, "Then please, you look at your monument, I look at my paintings." ”

Wang Yi's complexion changed, he narrowed his eyes, this time he used Qiang Mountain's pupil technique, trying to see something unusual from Liu Shiyi's stele, but the final result disappointed him again.

The stele is ordinary, slightly ancient, and cracked.

There is no ancient and mysterious pattern engraved on it, nor does it carry the imprint of the avenue, the slightest trace of sword energy, some are just a plain, straightforward print, the seal carving of that print is ordinary to the extreme, it is just a hanging wall hanging painting that can be seen everywhere in the countryside of the Great Sui.

Even if the person who was viewing the monument was Liu Shiyi, Wang Yi couldn't raise any more interest.

Xiao Jianxian said coldly: "Liu Shiyi, I remember you, when I leave Changling, there will be a battle between you and me!"

Liu Shiyi, who was sitting in front of the stele, was once again like an old monk in his meditation, no longer paying attention to Wang Yi, the grass clippings and fallen leaves that fell on his white clothes were scattered by the wind, he was like a towering old stone, all his eyes and efforts were placed on the plain stone stele, and there was an intoxicated smile on the corner of his lips.

Freak.

Lunatic.

Wang Yi suddenly felt that this young man in white had an indescribable weirdness in his bones, the sword cultivation in the Sword Lake Palace, is it all like this? But Liu Shiyi found a stone tablet with no artistic conception, and pondered against the wall, which one is this?

I heard that Liu Shiyi was the first to arrive in Changling, and he has been sitting here for several hours, just looking at such a crude and unremarkable stone painting?

These questions couldn't be figured out, so Wang Yi stopped thinking about it.

He no longer stretched out his hand to press the sword, but snorted coldly, and chose to take a detour, far away from Liu Shiyi, and move forward according to the best route in his mind to view the monument.

......

......

Soon, the second Holy Son came in Changling.

Lingxun of Guiling Mountain, frowning, looked at the white-clothed Liu Shiyi sitting in front of the stone tablet, he heard that the "Seven Realms Invincible" of the Sword Lake Palace in the Western Realm, he had been sitting at the foot of Changling Mountain for a long time, and before stepping into the "portal", he could see the shadow looming in the mist, and now he looked at it, and it was so.

Staring at a mural with no artistic conception, it is like a demented child.

Ling Xun did not speak.

Liu Shiyi didn't pay attention to him at all.

The young man in white sat at the foot of the mountain like this, he looked at the mural, he was fascinated, and let more and more people walk by him, all of them didn't realize it, except for the little sword fairy Wang Yi, no one else attracted his attention, the holy son of the east, a genius, felt the sword intent of the sword weapon on Liu Shiyi's knees, no one wants to clash with this "invincible in the seven realms" before climbing the mountain, and it is an extremely laborious thing to find the stele he loves in Changling.

So this incredible scene has always existed at the foot of Changling Mountain.

Liu Shiyi looked at the stone tablet, and a faint layer of ash had fallen on his shoulders.

He shook his shoulders, and the dust swept up, curling like smoke, and with the movement of his shoulders, the next moment it sneered and dispersed—

There was already an extra woman behind her.

"Mr. Eleven, what are you looking at?"

The woman with a huge piano case on her back, covered in a white robe, wears a veil to hide her face, and can still see the gorgeous scenery between her eyebrows.

Sheng Sheng stood behind Liu Shiyi for a while.

She was intrigued, but she couldn't understand it...... Why didn't Liu Shiyi take a step up? Just stayed at the foot of Changling Mountain, looking at such a tablet painting with no artistic conception?

"I'm looking at a painting. ”

"It's just a very ordinary painting, you can see it everywhere. ”

"It's really just a very ordinary painting, but you can only see it in Changling. ”

"Okay......" The slow expression was a little helpless, she squatted down, trying to make herself see more clearly, she looked at the two things on the stone tablet that were very close, a yellow finch and a praying mantis, and there was no strong pen, nor how engrossed the portrayal, she couldn't see anything.

So he asked in a slow and serious voice: "Why?"

She couldn't see anything unusual about it.

"Because I like it. Liu Shiyi's spirit stayed on the stele, and he was more willing to explain a thing or two to Shengsheng than others, "I like to look at it, so I just sit here and watch it, whether this stele has an artistic conception or not, whether it is at the bottom of the mountain, or on the mountainside, or on the top of the mountain." ”

Sheng sighed slowly.

She stood up and said seriously: "The relationship between the White Deer Cave Academy and the Sword Lake Palace has always been good, and I would like to remind Mr. Eleven here that there is not much time in Changling, and many people have already left, I should be the last great gentleman, and the east and west should come, and they are all here." ”

Liu Shiyi hummed softly.

Slowly, he suddenly said, "Mr. Eleven is not just looking at paintings, right?"

Liu Shiyi hummed softly again.

He said calmly, "I'm waiting for someone." ”

"Waiting for whom?"

"Wait for someone who hasn't come yet. ”

The voice fell silent slowly.

Liu Shiyi turned his head sideways, his gaze wandered on the stone tablet, changed direction, and after looking at it for so long, he didn't feel tired, but his eyes revealed a blazing meaning: "I don't know who I'm waiting for, and I don't know if 'that person' will appear, whether it really exists, whether it can be met by me." ”

Sheng Sheng slowly rubbed his eyebrows and said: "Changling has been open for several days, and it is normal to climb the mountain and view the monument, but it is only twelve hours, and if it is longer, the spirit will not be able to survive...... Wang Yi has already left Changling, he seems to have gained a lot of opportunity, and now he is waiting for you to get out of Changling. Many characters, who should have appeared, have already appeared. Judging from the current situation, the person you are waiting for may not appear. ”

Liu Shiyi closed his eyes.

He said lightly: "Wait, if you can't wait, then forget it." ”

looked at this strange man slowly, and after closing his eyes, Liu Shiyi stopped talking, and it seemed that he was no longer ready to speak, at this time he was not looking at the monument, it was more like he was pretending to sleep.

Qin Jun carried the piano box on his back, gathered his mind, and climbed the Changling Mountain Road.

......

......

Changling has been open for nearly ten days.

Judging from the intensity of the fog, a whole majestic mountain, which was originally scattered almost like a fog, is now once again surrounded by layers, and it won't be long before Changling will be closed. “”

The Holy Son of the Holy Mountain, who came out of Changling, the great gentleman of the academy, all began to retreat.

Only the little sword immortal Wang Yi was still holding the long sword and waiting at the foot of Changling Mountain.

Wang Yi's eyes did not show the slightest tiredness, he seemed to have obtained quite a good cultivation in Changling, with his sect background, the "Immortal" senior brother of Qiang Mountain could indeed make him a large distance ahead of his peers.

Wang Yi was waiting for two people.

One is that the great gentleman of the White Deer Cave Academy, who he was originally going to challenge, has a slow voice.

The other one is the sword cultivator of the Sword Lake Palace who is sitting at the foot of the mountain.

Wang Yi stared at the sparkling portal.

The shadow of the white-clothed young man in the fog was still sitting in front of the stone tablet, looking like an immortal, calm and calm.

"What the hell is he looking at?"

At this time, Wang Yi really couldn't figure it out.

For nearly ten days, without eating or drinking, even a cultivator in the later realm would at least show a trace of fatigue.

But Liu Shiyi didn't.

He really looked at a mural with no artistic conception for ten days and ten nights, without eating, drinking, or sleeping.

If it is said, it is just an ordinary stone tablet, Wang Yi does not believe it.

He suddenly thought of a news from ten days ago.

The fog dispersed in Changling.

The spark is ignited.

When the portal first appeared, Liu Shiyi was already sitting inside.

Why is that?

The cultivators who arrived first in the Eastern Realm Lianhua attributed the reason for all this to Liu Shiyi's cultivation being higher than their own, but this actually couldn't be explained...... The door was there, but Liu Shiyi was in the door.

Wang Yi was a little confused.

It seemed to be raining on the mountain, and the boundary of Changling was already foggy, and the rain soon spread and swept away.

Wang Yi, who was holding the scabbard, frowned.

The frost grass swaying on the ground straightened its spine and pointed in a distant direction.

The Little Sword Immortal King felt something different, and looked back in a certain direction, at the end of the narrow mountain road, there was a black-robed young man who came alone, which was not the same as his own robe, the other party's black shirt was tight, and the wrist cuffs were tightly tied with hemp rope.

Rain splashes on oil-paper umbrellas.

This is the direction in which the frost grass swayed and leaned over.

The fog in Changling is already very large.

There was no one around the border.

The young man holding an oil-paper umbrella stopped, he looked at the sparks burning in the rain, the flames swaying in the rain, never extinguished.

Wang Yi frowned.

At a distance.

He looked at the oil-paper umbrella thoughtfully.

On that umbrella, he sensed a looming awe-inspiring sword intent.

Which other "big man" did not come to Changling?

Wang Yi searched in his mind, and he suddenly thought of the image corresponding to this oil-paper umbrella, the sometimes extremely high-profile and sometimes extremely restrained figure, it turned out that after the fog of Changling dissipated, he did not appear for ten days, and no one remembered it?

(PS: Say two things: 1, I went to the hospital today to have a look at my wrist, so it's still a change.) 2, my friend Mo asked Jianghu's "Taiping Inn" to be on the shelves, I hope you can support the first order, form a sword bone sightseeing group or something. ）