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He has been practicing for more than 500 years and has the best talent among his peers.

If it weren't for the fact that Hengxu Zhenren suddenly accepted Xie Buchen as a true disciple, he might be the real "first understanding" among all people in Kunwu today.

It's just that in people's rumors, this person is a person who doesn't like to cultivate, idle clouds and wild cranes.

A disciple of Kun Wu once complained, saying that if Senior Brother Wang had the hard work of others, he was afraid that he would have already surpassed the previous three senior brothers.

……

Everything about this person jumped out of his mind in the blink of an eye, and slowly overlapped with the pale male cultivator in front of him who was gradually approaching with the boat.

Seeing that he was looking at each other, his gaze became deeper and deeper.

In Zuo Sanqian, looking at a person like this may just be out of curiosity, but in the sea of stars tomorrow, looking at a person like this, the other party has every reason to suspect that you are about to kill someone and oversell goods.

Wang has been to the Tomorrow Star Sea before, and this situation has been encountered a lot.

It's just that......

At this moment, the cultivation of this female cultivator in front of her is only in the middle of the Yuan Infancy. Generally speaking, no one would be so stupid.

"This fellow Daoist, do we know each other?"

Puzzled, but the king was not a man of mud and water, he smiled slightly, and opened his mouth to ask, his voice a little hoarse.

Seeing that I was a little worried, I didn't expect the other party to take the initiative to ask.

It's hard for her to have a good impression of Kungo's people when she meets them for the first time, even if the other party is very good. It is already a great rarity to be able to not produce malicious intent.

She was on the boat, her back straight, and the misty breeze blew her clothes, but it couldn't blow her figure, and she only replied lightly: "I don't know." ”

That's right, it's too simple.

Wang frowned slightly: "Maybe I should ask a different question,

It's true that I don't know Daoyou, but Daoyou seems to know me?"

"The name of the Kunwu Hermit Sword has long been heard of, and it is not a big deal to be able to recognize it, right?"

Seeing the tone of his speech, it is not very polite.

Even though she knew that the other party's cultivation was higher, the cultivation time was longer.

But what does it matter?

Even his third senior brother Wu Duan has always regarded himself as a "senior brother" in front of her, and he doesn't dare to call her a "senior brother".

She looked at each other with a smile: "Earlier, I heard Wu Duan Daoyou of your sect mention Zunjia, saying that his talent in cultivation is extremely high, if it weren't for the honorable master and accepted Xie Buchen as a disciple, I am afraid that he would be the first in the sect." By the way, speaking of which, before Jiazi, it seems that something happened to Senior Brother Xie of your faction, but now it doesn't matter, right?"

Senior Brother Xie......

At this moment, Wang's eyebrows jumped, and even his pupils shrank.

There is a kind of jealousy that suddenly arises, and the sword intent hidden deep in the bottom of his eyes is about to burst out uncontrollably, making his gaze become outwardly fierce!

The two small boats on the lake are only three feet apart at the moment.

With just a flash of thought, you can cross across.

The boat was still moving with the waves, but the mist and lotus fragrance shrouded in the surrounding lake had become cold and stagnant at this moment, as if it was taken by a mysterious force, and it did not dare to move a bit!

Coercion!

Wang is already the first person in the infancy stage of the Nineteen Continents now, how can his ability and combat power be ordinary?

Can be ...... at this moment

Seeing the sorrow, he didn't seem to be affected in any way, and looked back at his gaze, and there was even a smile full of deep meaning in his eyes. It's just that the frozen ice is hidden under this smile.

A trace of pure power flowed out of her meridians, flowing between the five fingers of her persistent fold, wandering and splashing......

It's heart-wrenching!

If it is said that when she mentioned Senior Brother Xie, the king suddenly became jealous, then at this moment, it was pure shock-

Obviously she is only a female cultivator in the middle of the Yuan Infancy......

But why, it gave him a sense of parity?

It seems like......

The female cultivator in front of her is not weaker than herself!

The lotus canopy at the fingertips sent a slight coldness.

The king tensed his body, his brows tightened, and he almost immediately wanted to give it a try. But as soon as his gaze was wrong, he caught a glimpse of the almost imperceptible smile on the other party's lips......

She's in ......

Expect?

To shoot, or not to shoot?

It was a short, rapid moment, like an electric light crossing the sky.

Wang had thousands of thoughts flashing in his mind, but in the end, he suddenly laughed, and he didn't mean to do anything: "I have already had a Jiazi in the Nineteen Continents of Xiayunyou, and I haven't returned for a long time, and I don't know everything about the door thoroughly. This Taoist friend asked me if I was asking the wrong person. Since Daoyou also knows my third senior brother Wu Duan, why don't you ask him directly?"

He didn't do anything.

Seeing the bottom of his eyes, an undisguised disappointment suddenly flashed.

Sixty years ago, her name disappeared in a flash on the fourth heavenly monument, and sixty years later, Wang is now the first heavenly monument.

She wanted to try what the difference was between herself and this hermit sword.

It's a pity that there is no chance.

But this development is still expected by her.

After all, Wang is also the fourth disciple of Hengxu Zhenren, one of Kunwu's many proud sons of the sky. If there is a war because of these trivial things, I am afraid that it will not be enough to call it a "hermit sword".

So, she didn't have much of a surprise.

After listening to Wang Ke's explanation and suggestion, she really remembered the rather delicate relationship between Wu Duan and Xie Buchen, so the smile on her lips suddenly deepened: "I'm really confused, what Daoyou said is a good idea." ”

There are a total of thirteen true disciples in Hengxu Zhenren, but Wang is considered to be an early starter, and Wu Duan is more than twenty years earlier than him. Therefore, the relationship between the two has always been good.

But he never knew that Wu Duan knew such a female cultivator.

I don't feel too malicious, but it doesn't seem to be kind.

Looking at this cultivation, it should have been at least hundreds of years of cultivation. But in his cognition, he didn't have the slightest impression of the female cultivator in front of him.

Seeing the two boats approaching, staggering by, and slowly drifting away, Wang couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart after all: "Daoyou knows the identity of the next one, but you still don't know anything about the Taoist. I don't know the name of Youzun, can you give me advice?"

For the nuns, they should have asked "Fang's name".

But the king inexplicably felt that these two words were used on this nun for some reasons, so he abandoned them.

Seeing sorrow, I naturally heard this subtle difference, but I didn't have much reaction.

She just lowered her gaze and landed on the jade fold she was pointing at in her hand. The handwriting is still upright and clearly visible.

The fourth heavenly monument is the first, Kunwu, Wang Qi.

In the depths of his eyes, a bit of scorching brilliance came through.

Seeing that he looked at it for a moment, he laughed slowly, but he didn't look back, he only closed the jade fold, and his voice was faint: "Who am I...... If you have the opportunity, wait a few more days, and Wang Daoyou will know. ”

You'll know......

The voice was so light that it mingled with the sound of the boat's floating water, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the hazy fog around it, and disappeared.

On the lake, there was only one man left, a boat.

Wang was still holding the green lotus pod in his hand, and he was in a trance for a while, and he didn't understand the meaning of the words of sorrow, but there was a strange thrilling feeling.

Wait a few days?

Will something big happen in a few days?

Moreover, why did this female cultivator ask about Senior Brother Xie......

There was a soft "snap", but the king broke a lotus seed and put it in the palm of his hand to look at it carefully, but his mind was not on it at all.

It has indeed been 60 years since he left the school.

After being ordered to perform the hermit sword intent to the junior brother Xie who had just arrived, he embarked on a long journey and did not return to Kunwu.

Later, when he heard about the matter of the hidden realm of Aomine-an, it was already a long time after the incident.

But Kun Wu has always had a master in charge, nothing will happen, and he doesn't have a good relationship with this Senior Brother Xie, so he didn't ask too much.

Until some time ago, when others were in the Southern Regions, they suddenly received a letter from their master.

In the letter, Hengxu Zhenren asked him to end his long trip and return to the door.

One is that his cultivation has now reached the late stage of the Yuan Infant, and he is gradually approaching the time to break through the next layer of realm, and he will be better in the door than outside;

Second, the current nineteen continents are changing. The demons in the southern region are dancing wildly, the sea of stars is obscure, and the two sects of yin and yang and the two sects of Zen and secret are also fighting endlessly. Even if the famous family is like Kunwu, it is better to have one more person in charge.

The taste of the mountain rain is about to come between the lines.

At that time, Wang Ke somehow remembered a rumor that only a few people in Kunwu knew: Shizun accepted Xie Buchen as a disciple, as if he was going to solve a "catastrophe" a hundred years later......

Now, is the "catastrophe" coming?

But the king was not sure.

He had no choice but to end his long journey, all the way to the sea of stars tomorrow to prepare to go back.

It's just that I didn't expect that after coming here, I heard about something that had something to do with Kunwu Ya Mountain. So he had no choice but to stop and check into the inn, ready to go back and listen to some news and see if there was a chance to deal with it.

As for some recent developments in the door, naturally there are also people coming from Kunwu one after another.

That Senior Brother Xie, who was not very familiar with him, was now at a very critical time......

Coincidentally, there is such a female cultivator, who met him by chance, and wanted to inquire about Xie Buchen's news?

But the king thought about it, but could not determine whether it was a coincidence or not.

Seeing that he had soon arrived at the lakeside plank road, he finally shook his head and threw out some of the guesses and ideas in his mind.

He was indeed curious that this nun was a good person, but these were mundane things.

He is a disciple of Kunwu, and he should have a good heart for Kunwu. But when it comes to these grievances and entanglements under Kunwu's sect, you shouldn't think about it too much.

After all, "the heart is outside the white clouds, and the sword is in the landscape" is the true meaning of the hermit's sword.

When the boat reached the side of the plank road, the king laughed, abandoned the boat and landed, and without thinking much about it, he got on the plank road and walked outside the inn.

On the surface of the lake, the mountains and rivers are still hazy, and the islands are dotted.

The sorrowful boat passed through a large area of water stretched out with lotus leaves and lotus flowers in front of it, and leaned against an island.

The island is surrounded by green trees and chirping birds.

The same boardwalk is built on the shore, and at the end of it is a staircase that leads to a delicate house.

The carved window is open outward, and when you go ashore and walk up the plank road, you can vaguely see the furnishings in the house through this window.

It's simple.

Three or two futons, tables, chairs, beds, tea sets, a formation that gathers the soul and purifies the heart, and an incense case and an incense burner are set up.

Against the wall is a bookshelf with some books and jade slips placed at random. There are vaguely some words such as "Tomorrow's Star Sea Map", which I think is the same as the "Zhilinsu Rixin" placed on the boat, which is prepared by the inn for the convenience of guests.

These are all very useful things for Jianchou, and they should have been picked up and checked.

But at this moment......

She just pushed open the door and stopped in front of the incense case, and the light of the sky cast her shadow into a narrow line.

The smell of sandalwood wafted through the air.

On his face, he was still calm and calm when he met and talked to Wang by chance before, but the bottom of his eyes was already covered with coldness and Xiao Killing.

Seeing the sorrowful gaze, it only falls on a certain point in the void, as if through this point, I see the other side of the long river of time, all the grace and hatred, love and hate......

In the old days, when the spring was cold, there was still such a deep and bitter smell of sandalwood.

She was lying on the desk copying Buddhist scriptures, and the voice of the third son of Xie sounded in her ears: "There is a Buddha Lingtai in my heart......

After a pause in her pen, she looked back at the window.

The third prince of Xie Sangongzi, who was praised by everyone in Beijing, stood in front of the window.

On the snow-white crane, there was still the cold air of early spring outside, but between the slender fingers, there were two budding peach blossoms folded outside, and they were inserted into the empty plum bottle.

Then he turned his head to the side and asked her with a smile, "That's where your name comes from, right?"

Clear eyebrows and eyes are a kind of innate luxury.

Just in the blink of an eye, such cold eyebrows and eyes were illuminated by the dim and faint fishing fire, a melting warmth. His slightly hot forehead, next to hers, said to her in that hoarse voice: "Heaven has given you a name, but not your name." The name is because of sorrow, and the surname is because of me, okay?"

The boats on the river, fluttering and swaying.

The sound of the river flowing was noisy in her ears, but his low voice was noisy in her heart. So from then on, she was "Xie Shi worried".

Xie Shi was worried.

The flowing long river was hurriedly rowed, but it washed out the green mountains and green trees, the new pile of lonely mounds, and a simple wooden tombstone stood in front of it, and these four words were written on it.

It's not just "Xie's sorrow", it's "the tomb of my wife Xie's sorrow......

Standing in this room, looking at the room and furnishings that were too simple and somewhat similar to the old days, he finally laughed.

"If his life is over, why should Kun Wu hide it......"

Only when people are still alive will there be such a situation that no one knows about for various reasons, which will make the king secret.

Otherwise, if you are dead, you will be dead, how can there be wind and rain all over the city?

"I am responsible for you in this life. If there is an afterlife, you can ask me for your life......"

When he drew back the blood-stained sword, the blood-stained words began to echo in her ears again. Overlapping, as if separated by distant mountains and clouds, it was a little hazy.

Seeing that he was in a trance, he only slowly spread out his palms.

In the palm of his hand, lying quietly was the small silver lock, and the red rope tied to it was already a little old and faded. But when it fell under her eyes, it was as bloody as a human eye.

"Xie Buchen, who wants to talk to you about the afterlife......