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When I heard the word "old friend", I understood when I was worried. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

On the thirteen islands of Xianlu, the mysterious young man claimed to be transformed by a mayfly, and then drove away on the West Sea, and the origin of his identity was first-class and wonderful.

But I don't know why the other party caused the dew to fall, and led the way with his heart?

This person's cultivation is extremely high, and his ability may be afraid of the sky, if it is unfavorable to her, it is estimated that she will do it early, and there is no need to put on any so-called "Hongmen Banquet".

Therefore, when he saw that he heard the other party's invitation, he did not refuse, but only took one step and stood on the boat.

At this moment, Fu Chaosheng was lifting the fish up, and took off the hat with his hand, revealing his black hair.

He raised his eyes and saw that he was worried, as if he had known her for a long time, and said casually: "The boat is simple, please take a seat." ”

Hospitality, it's really enough to pick up the leaks.

It's just that he didn't feel restrained, he sat down casually, looked at the surging river flowing by, and his eyes fell on the black fish in the fish basket.

The fish looked black all over, no different from an ordinary fish, except that he was sitting in the bamboo fish basket on the board, panting slowly, as if he was about to die.

"Why do you need to fish when you have fish?"

"Fish?"

Fu Chaosheng pointed like a knife, disemboweling the fat perch in his hand, and was cleaning up, when he heard this, his eyes turned, and he looked in the direction of her gaze.

Snakehead.

It's Kun.

At this moment, he was silent for a long time, and said with a smile: "Does your old friend want to eat this fish?"

“……”

The black fish silently turned over in the bamboo basket and hid the white fish's eyes.

Maybe he felt that Fu Chaosheng's eyes were a little strange, or maybe he thought that this black fish was a little strange, but after thinking for a while, he finally shook his head.

She returned her gaze to Fu Chaosheng's body and looked at him.

The light cyan old robe was still wrapped around him, but at the moment it was tightly covered by the old robe from nowhere, and only faint patterns could be seen.

The color was like moss growing out of a crevice in the rock.

It's an amazing feeling.

At that time, she had not really stepped into the path of cultivation, and she had not even entered the Nineteen Continents, and now she was the leader of the Left Three Thousand Small Society, the first of the one-person platform.

Looking at Fu Chaosheng's fairly neat movements, he sat down calmly, letting the morning mist blow on his cheeks, and only the outline of Xiaoyue was left in the distant sky, and it was already the light of the sky that illuminated her.

"Whoa. ”

The sound of water squeezed softly.

The cleaned fish has been slowly put into the pot by Fu Chaosheng.

When the water reached the crab eye, the perch was submerged, and some spices were thrown into the pot.

Seeing the sorrow, he smiled, but did not speak.

Fu Chaosheng, who was sitting opposite her, flashed something in his eyes, as if he had hidden the changes of time, and seemed to be puzzled by her smile: "What are you laughing at?"

If you just want to drink fish soup, there is no need to throw spices in it.

There were days when she was a good hand at fish soup.

Unconsciously, I remembered those memories that I had relived in the door of right and wrong, and I saw that I was not familiar with mayflies after all, so I didn't say anything, but said: "After a glimpse of the West Sea, I received a letter from you. It's just that I don't know, where does the word 'old friend' come from?"

This question was something Fu Chaosheng had never thought of.

He looked at the sorrow on the other side, remembering all the things he had seen and heard in the world in the past two or three years, but found that the people he met in the world were not the same as her. Even when she was a national teacher on a remote island in the world and forced Zhang Tang to death, she never met a woman like her.

Or I am afraid, this is what people say is different.

As for the word "old friend......

"The mayfly is born and dies in the twilight, and I am only born because of the Tao. ”

His fingers slowly ran over the sharp thorns that emerged from the hat, and the voice could not tell whether it was young or old, only a sigh with three points of mockery.

"I was born from the way of my old friends. ”

Born by hearing the word.

I was stunned when I saw it.

Fu Chaosheng continued: "Born to meet Taoist friends, three or two sentences, for old friends, but three or five moments, Pingshui meets a passerby; ”

Yes.

If he was just an ordinary mayfly, he would have died for the twilight of his life.

One day, one life.

Seeing sorrow, I understood a little.

Fu Chaosheng picked up a piece of dry firewood found by the stove out of nowhere, broke it with a "pop", threw it into the furnace, and saw the tongue of fire licking the dry firewood red in the blink of an eye.

"There is a mixture of things, born from nature, and deserted...... Independent and unchanging, Zhou Xing will not die, and she can be the mother of the world. I don't know its name, the word is called the way, and the name is strong and big. The big is gone, the death is far away, and the distance is returned. The road is great, the sky is great, the earth is great, and the king is great. There are four in the domain, and the king is one. Man is the law of the earth, the earth is the law of the sky, the heaven is the law, and the Tao is the law of nature......"

"It's a good way, it's a very good way. ”

"The Tao is often nameless, although Pu is small, no one dares to minister in the world. ”

Word by word, he read it very clearly.

Seeing sorrow, he suddenly felt a little familiar: "This is ......"

"This is how old friends used to hear about me. Later, I went to the isolated island on earth and found that these were the words contained in the Tao Sutra. Fu Chaosheng smiled on his face, but the next sentence turned to say, "Come to think of it, this is not the way of old friends, nor is it my way." ”

There are often sages talking about the Tao in the books, but the "Tao" in the practice cannot be discussed in the books.

Only a very small number of people are able to combine the "way" of the book with the path of practice.

The way is at the foot, but not in the book.

Hearing the Tao may indeed be born because of sorrow, or it may just be a coincidence under chance.

Fu Chaosheng didn't know what the Heavenly Dao looked like, he only knew what the Heavenly Dao he wanted was like.

Fold a dry firewood into the bottom of the pot, and he said: "Now my old friend is also on the path of cultivation, and I don't know how to realize the Tao?"

Enlightenment?

Seeing the sorrowful smile: "I don't know yet, what the Tao is." ”

Maybe he'll die out of his body.

This sentence came neatly and neatly.

Fu Chaosheng then remembered that the cultivation of mortals seemed to need to accumulate over time, so he suddenly stopped speaking.

The smell of fish soup began to waft through the air.

At some point, the boat began to float down the river, piercing through the thick fog, but blurring the autumn trees on both sides and the mountains in the distance into a dark shadow.

The light of day has begun to lighten.

Fu Chaosheng looked at the scenery outside, then glanced at the Yunhai Square at a high place, and finally set his eyes on the fish soup that had been prepared.

"The old friend of the one who gave birth to me is the 'cause', but he does not know where the 'effect' of the day is. ”

"The fish soup is ready. ”

See the sorrow and remind lightly.

“……”

There was a moment of silence.

Fu Chaosheng looked at her with a little more strangeness, and then only stretched out his hand into the river, and when he withdrew his hand, the boiling river water had already been held in his palm and became a small bowl condensed by two rivers.

When you look closely, the water is still flowing, forming ripples on the surface, which is extremely wonderful.

With this small bowl made of pumping river water, the soup in the pot was served, and Fu Chaosheng handed it to Jianchou.

Seeing that I took the bowl, I felt that my hand was cold, and holding the bowl, I seemed to be able to feel the ripples of the river flowing, and felt the pulse of the waves, as if I had the illusion of connecting with the whole river.

He is pumping not only the river water, but the river veins and the soul of the river!

The pupils shrank, and there was a bit of jealousy hidden in his eyes.

The fish soup is in a bowl of river water, and it has a somewhat strong spice flavor.

She held it, but didn't drink it, and only asked: "If you have nothing to do, you won't go to the Three Treasures Palace." Mayfly Jun brought me here at dawn, it wasn't just to drink this bowl of fish soup, right?"

"Naturally not. ”

The fish soup is just something I saw on the non-causal door before, so I just tried it.

Fu Chaosheng asked himself if he was not such a leisurely person, that is, he was bored when waiting for someone.

Seeing that he had already asked clearly, he didn't go around the bend, but just went straight to the point and said: "I'll borrow the eyes of the sky." ”

“……”

His hands shook for a moment, and the fish soup in the bowl rippled.

After the flounder has achieved cultivation, it has cosmic eyes, which can be seen in all directions, throughout the ages.

In the fish-eye grave, I did get this thing.

It's just that the fish eyes tomb was closed at that time, how did this person know?

Seeing the sorrow, he lowered his eyes, covered the emotions in his eyes, and only slowly blew the fish soup to cool it and took a sip.

The aroma of the spices is so strong that it covers the umami of the fish itself, but fortunately this sea bass is very fat, and the material saves the pot of fish soup.

It's just that......

Tyrannical creatures.

This thought came to my heart inexplicably, and a few bites of fish soup were slowly drunk, and I raised my head when I saw sorrow: "I have it." However, I have also said this word of 'borrowing' to people. ”

Not long ago, she had forcibly "borrowed" Gu Qingmei to take over the rooftop seal, whether it was "borrowing" or "grabbing", only she knew in her heart.

The style of robbers, she is also well versed.

Now Fu Chaosheng said that he would borrow, but it was too easy to say.

However, Fu Chaosheng didn't have any unusual expression, and he didn't feel that it was not very polite to say this.

He only smiled: "Then did the old friend borrow it?"

“……”

I don't know what I feel in my heart when I see sorrow.

She stared at the bowl of fish soup for a long time, and finally spit out one word: "Borrow." ”

As soon as the word landed, the black fish in the fish basket turned over, and the godless fish's eyes turned, as if looking towards the people and mayflies on both sides of the stove.

Fu Chaosheng squinted slightly, his eyes were a little unpredictable, and he looked worried.

Seeing that he was worried, he slowly put the soup bowl towards the Jiutou River, and in an instant, the soup bowl turned into a tumultuous flowing water, blended into the surging river, and disappeared.

She straightened up, and with a flip of her hand, the small gray-white fish eyes were between her fingers.

After turning it around slightly, he still threw it to Fu Chaosheng.

Delicately took it, and the eyes were already in the palm of his hand.

Fu Chaosheng suddenly felt that the sorrow in front of him had become a fog: "I have Yumu, but I am only missing Yumu." Don't you ask me what I'm borrowing for?"

"It's all your business, not mine. ”

I also want to know that this person is a mayfly, and there is something strange about his cultivation, and he has no intention of wading into this troubled water for the time being, so he just doesn't know anything.

Or perhaps......

Is there a little bit of strangely faint friendship?

Of course, it may also be that you have to borrow if you don't want to borrow.

Seeing sorrow doesn't explain much.

Fu Chaosheng didn't expect it.

Yumu can see up and down in all directions, but he can't look at the past and present that he cares about, and he can't get a glimpse of what the fate of the mayfly clan is, so this "Zeus" is bound to be obtained.

It's just that it's too easy to get.

The surrounding fog has gradually dissipated.

Due east, a dazzling ray of light was already projected from the ground, and the shadows of the Kunwu peaks gradually had an outline in the thick fog.

Fu Chaosheng said: "He should return this one day." ”

Seeing sorrow, he didn't care, but raised his head and looked at the clear sky around him.

The black eyes were a little profound under the light of the sky, she squinted slightly, and the cold light that appeared at the bottom of her eyes was at a moment, but there was another emotion surging in her heart.

When I got up from the stove where the fire had been extinguished, I saw that my sorrow was no longer on the horizon.

It's dawn.

I wonder if the "old man" who has been lost for a long time to her will return to Kunwu on time?

Seeing a smile on his lips, he only said to Fu Chaosheng: "It's not my race, and I'm not good at cooking." Your stewed fish soup is not delicious. ”

As soon as the words fell, she had already stepped through the waves of the Manjiang River that was blocked by the fog, returned to the riverbank, and only followed the way Fang Cai came, and walked again in the direction of the main peak of Kunwu.

Behind him, Fu Chaosheng was on the boat, holding the Zeusan in his hand, but he was speechless.

Looking at the river bank from afar, he didn't look back when he saw sorrow, and soon disappeared into the dense forest.

The brilliant red light on the horizon has also come down, and the river water on the river has also been covered with a layer of red and a layer of gold, and even the color of the mist has become intense.

The forests are dyed, and the autumn mood has gradually become bleak.

The black fish in the fish basket rolled his eyes: "For them, the parents of the one who gave birth to me, you shouldn't say 'the old friend of the one who gave birth to me'." ”

"There's a difference?"

Fu Chaosheng didn't seem to understand very much.

Offense, of course.

The black fish sighed, and said vicissitudes: "It's not my race, it's difficult to communicate." ”

Then, as soon as the back of the whole fish was forced, the tail of the fish was propped up, and it jumped directly into the river with a "grunt", and there was no shadow at once.

On the boat, Fu Chaosheng glanced at Kunwu's main peak shrouded in mist, and finally put it away.

Hula.

A gust of wind blew, and the river suddenly became empty.

The small boat had no shadow, and there was only a withered yellow leaf, floating on the surface of the river, gradually disappearing as the waves faded away......

***

Kunwu main peak mountain road.

Seeing that the steps were brisk, he climbed the stairs all the way, and just went up the mountainside, he had already seen the Kunwu disciples who had gotten up early walking through the surrounding pavilions, corridors, and pavilions, and faintly began to have human voices mixed with the sound of birds and insects.

At this moment, it was just dawning, but these people were already doing their morning classes and going on their own cultivation.

The big faction of the top pillar of the Central Domain is really worthy of its reputation.

After staying on Kun Wu for a few days, I saw that I knew a little bit about Kun Wu, thinking all the way, looking at it, her whole person looked like nothing different from the past.

Perhaps, it's just that the divine light in the eyes is a little bit exposed, like a little edge that is difficult to reincarce.

There was a platform in the road ahead, and a girl in red was standing in the middle of the road, looking up and saying something to the white-robed man standing in front.

When I saw the sorrowful sidewalk, I looked up and saw it.

The white-robed man, who is in the Dao, also has an outstanding posture, it is Kunwu White Bone Dragon Sword Wu Duan, she recognizes, the back of the girl in red is also familiar, she thinks about it a little, and knows that it is Nie Xiaowan.

Not long ago, the small meeting ended, and almost all the major sects had left.

Nie Xiaowan should have left with the elders of the sect, but now she appears here?

Seeing that he was curious, he walked up.

Wu Duan listened to Nie Xiaowan's words, nodded slightly, and was about to say that he would go back and help her find Jianchou, but he didn't expect that as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Jianchou coming up from the bottom of the mountain along the mountain road, and he was surprised for a while.

With both hands arched, Wu Duan smiled and said, "Seeing that Senior Sister is so early in the morning, how can you come from below?"

"Senior Brother Wu is also quite early, I am in a good mood when I get up early, and I see that Kunwu is very beautiful, so I went down for a walk. ”

With a kind smile on his face, there was no overflowing murderous intent at all.

Seeing sorrow, he casually greeted him.

Wu Duan didn't hear anything unusual, and he didn't suspect anything.

He looked at Nie Xiaowan and said: "Seeing that Senior Sister Sorrow came just in time, Senior Sister Nie Xiaowan and Senior Sister are old acquaintances, today I joined Kunwu with Master Yuxin to talk about some trivial things, she has something to find Senior Sister." ”

Nie Xiaowan bowed to the situation, with a somewhat shy smile on her face: "Xiaowan will meet Senior Sister Sorrow." ”

"Okay, don't bother you, I'll turn it over too. ”

Seeing that he was sorrowful, he stepped forward, pulled her, told her to get up, and did not stand still and speak, but walked forward.

"What's the matter?"

In the distance, there seemed to be the sound of swords and soldiers clinging to each other, mixed with the shouts of some people.

Wu Duan didn't speak, just followed the sorrow, but looked at Nie Xiaowan with a somewhat inquiring gaze.

Judging from the temptation between his words, this matter should be related to the old matter of the Candle-Cutting Sect.

Sure enough, Nie Xiaowan walked on the right hand side of Jianchou, seemingly hesitating, but still spoke: "The matter of the candle-cutting sect has been done a few days ago, and the dust should have settled. Among them, Xu Lan'er's meridians are all wasted, and it is said that she is like a wasted person, so Candle Heart never brought her with her when she went to Yunhai Square. Because of this, she escaped. ”

Yes.

There is also a Xu Lan'er.

Seeing that he was walking, he had already seen the place in front of him where the sound of swords and soldiers came from, and it turned out to be a large piece of flat land, on which many Kunwu disciples were practicing swordsmanship, and it was lively.

"Senior Sister Xiaowan has a plan?"

"Xu Lan'er is vicious, she lives for a day, and I am not at peace. Even if the meridians are exhausted, it is not reassuring. ”

Nie Xiaowan was afraid that the words behind him would make people feel vicious.

But what is the use of eliminating the evil, cutting the grass without eradicating the roots?

So after thinking for a moment, she said: "Xiaowan knows that she is near Kunwu, and wants to find her traces to prevent future troubles." ”

After speaking, she looked at the sorrow with a little caution.

Seeing sorrow is a very good-hearted person, and many people know this.

Wu Duan also knows.

So he was also curious about his reaction to the sorrow at the moment.

Seeing that the sorrow had stopped, his gaze moved back from the Kunwu disciples who were fighting, and fell on Nie Xiaowan's body.

Nie Xiaowan blinked, and Baba looked at her.

At this moment, he laughed out loud: "What are you afraid of?

"Won't it?"

Nie Xiaowan was a little surprised.

Seeing that she was a little helpless, she finally couldn't hold back and touched her head: "If you judge it in this way, I will be much more vicious than you." ”

Wu Duan looked at her suddenly.

Seeing sorrow but not explaining, only said, "There is nothing wrong with doing it if you want to do it", although Xu Lan'er has the "Insufficient Treasure Book", but for people whose meridians are exhausted, it is of no use.

Even......

It could be a fatal disaster.

As long as she finds out where Xu Lan'er is and spreads the news, I am afraid that there are many people with bad intentions in these nineteen continents who are chasing and killing her, not as bad as Nie Xiaowan.

This was also her original plan, and she only said to her fellow junior brother Shen Ji that the bad things had been handled by this fourth junior brother happily.

Nie Xiaowan actually didn't understand, but as long as she knew that she was supporting her, she would have been satisfied.

She smiled, saw that Jianchou stopped, and suddenly wondered: "What does Senior Sister Jianchou want to do?"

"It's just a little curious. ”

Seeing that I am still looking at those martial arts masters, most of the people practice the same moves, raising the sword, swinging the sword, and dropping the sword, and they have their own style of flowing water.

Seeing this, Wu Duan said: "This is one of my Kunwu Thirty-six Sword Battlefield, which is used by the disciples in the sect for daily martial arts. At present, the sword practitioners on this sword field are all new disciples who have just started, and they are practicing the foundation of the sword style of the sect, called the Bishan River Star Sword, and there are only sword moves. ”

"Bishan River Star Sword?"

Although there are only sword moves, it can be seen that I am worried, but I taste a little taste.

Speaking of which, on the land of the nineteen continents, although there are thousands of kinds of swords and soldiers, with strange shapes, most of them use swords.

Among them, the two top sects of Kunwu Yashan are especially strong.

However, Kunwu's sword is better than the word "fan", but the sword of Yashan is famous for the word "danger", so that it has the reputation of "a sword in Yashan, which is beyond the world".

Wu Duan put his hands behind his back and watched the disciples in the field who didn't know whether they were his junior disciples or nephews swinging their swords, but they had seen too much, and their faces were calm.

"Senior Sister Jian seems to be quite interested?"

"It's a little interesting, although the sword moves are simple, but they have a bit of flavor. Seeing sorrow, he nodded.

"Taste?" Wu Duan glanced at her and said, "I also practiced this set of sword moves hundreds of years ago, and I didn't feel any taste at that time, until I practiced the first sword intent and awakened the White Bone Dragon Sword, I could be regarded as tasting one or two true intentions." Seeing that Senior Sister Chou can see the taste at a glance, maybe Yu is quite talented in the sword, why don't you try to compare it with a sword?"

Try a comparison?

Seeing sorrow, he said, "Is it okay?"

Stealing a teacher is a big crime.

Wu Duan smiled: "It's okay." The Bishan River Star Sword is too ordinary in Kunwu, and even the woodcutters in the forest and the fishermen on the river can be compared in the territory of Jiutou Jiangwan. ”

So the disciples of Kunwu actually started to learn from this ordinary sword move?

Seeing that he was a little worried, he shook his head again: "It's a pity that I use an axe and no sword." ”

But after speaking, she suddenly looked at Wu Duan, her eyes flashed a little light, and she smiled on her lips: "In the past, when the West Sea was a while, Senior Brother Wu Duan's White Bone Dragon Sword is okay now?"

In the West Sea, Wu Duan once fought with Qu Zhengfeng and ended in a miserable defeat.

The White Bone Dragon Sword hit it hard, and there was a crack in it.

As soon as he said this, Wu Duan's face showed a bit of indescribable complexity, and as soon as he raised his hand, the sword with the sheath was already in his palm, and he handed it to Jianchou: "This sword can be tried by Senior Sister Jianchou." ”

Seeing that he said that in order to borrow the sword, seeing that Wu Duan was so generous, he was not polite, he only said "thank you", and took the sword into his hand.

The scabbard is snow-white, as if it is made of fritillary, and the tentacles are smooth and cool.

Holding the hilt of the sword, seeing a little amazement in his eyes, he slowly pulled outward, because the white bone dragon sword was refined from dragon bones, so there was no cold light pouring out of the sheath, only a little cold white.

The crack in the sword was already faint, almost gone.

Come to think of it, in the past two years, Wu Duan has almost raised this sword.

The sword wielded by the infant monk.

At the moment when the tip of the sword also came out of the scabbard, he squinted slightly, held the sword flower in his hand, glanced at the sword field again, and turned around and said, "I'll try it." ”

With that, she walked towards the middle of the field.

Many Kunwu disciples were a little surprised when they saw her walk in.

Wu Duan knew that he was "stealing the teacher", so he only stood on the sidelines and shouted: "I don't concentrate on practicing swords, what is this for!"

Everyone suddenly began to practice swords again like a mouse seeing a cat.

Standing beside Wu Duan on the sidelines, Nie Xiaowan was secretly speechless.

Wu Duan explained: "When new disciples get started, they are not honest if they don't teach. ”

Moreover, he is a true disciple of Hengxu Zhenren, and his status is higher than that of the rest of the ordinary disciples, and he often teaches the ordinary disciples and juniors below, and it is not a problem to drink the two of them at will.

Seeing that he was already carrying the White Bone Dragon Sword and walking among the sword practitioners, the interest in his eyes increased greatly.

Occasionally, when she saw a good sword move, she stopped to look carefully, and in her mind, that move quickly became clear.

When it comes to stealing teachers, she is an expert, and it is difficult for others to reach.

Wu Duan and Nie Xiaowan stood outside and watched, only to feel that this scene was a little wonderful.

"Whew-"

There were two sounds of breaking the air in mid-air.

Nie Xiaowan didn't hear it, she only looked at the scene and saw that she had gradually disappeared into the group of Kunwu disciples, if she hadn't watched all the way, I was afraid that she would not be able to find anyone.

Wu Duan was already a monk in the late Yuan Infant period, and his perception was extremely sensitive, and he turned his head to look at almost at the same time as the two rays of light that broke through the sky were coming towards this place.

Under the morning sun, the snow-white stratus clouds in the sky were broken away by a light blue line by the two people who came.

Two rays of light, one clear and one purple, fell close one after another.

One was Lu Xiangleng, the medicine girl of the White Moon Valley, who was wearing that white dress, and when she fell back on the ground of Kunwu, her eyes seemed to be a little complicated, and the other was Xie Buchen.

The green robe was dressed, with the ink color of the distant mountains, and the eyebrows were slightly cold, enveloped by a bit of steep frost.

is obviously full of elegance, and it seems that he can smell the ink fragrance and calligraphy on his body, but it gives people a sense of indifference.

He came from the way and went up the old way.

When Wu Duan saw him, he frowned fiercely at first, remembering the battle on the river in the past-

He had never been very fond of seeing this thirteenth junior brother.

It's just that he is extremely talented, and he is the most loved by his master, and he once used the Jiangliu sword intent learned from his second senior brother Yue He to fight against himself on top of the sword intent, and he won a slight victory, which really made Wu Duan feel uncomfortable.

It's just that now that the trip to the hidden realm of Qingfeng Nunnery is imminent, everyone is waiting for him to come back, Wu Duan paused, and then walked up.

"Senior Brother Xie, I'm finally back. ”

"Senior Brother Wu. ”

When Xie Buchen saw Wu Duan, he was not shocked, and his face was light.

Lu Xiangleng was a little two steps behind, with a slight cold look, and bowed his head towards Wu: "Senior Brother Wu." ”

"Senior Sister Lu is also here, it's no better. ”

I had heard from my master that Lu Xiang Lengdao met Xie Buchen, and the doctor was benevolent and treated Xie Buchen's injury easily, so he was delayed on the road for a while.

Wu Duan was not surprised in his heart, there was a smile on his face, but it did not reach the bottom of his eyes.

"I happened to see that Senior Sister Chou was also there, and after a while, I called her to come along, and then went to the Yihe Hall to meet the master. ”

After speaking, Wu Duan turned around and walked towards the sword field.

Lu Xiang Leng heard the word "sorrow", his eyes lit up, he was stunned, and then he smiled again, which was rare with a little warmth.

Xie Buchen slowly lifted his eyes, and while keeping up with Wu Duan's footsteps, he looked in the direction Wu Duan was walking.

Directly in front of her, there stood a woman in red, with a slender figure.

Hearing the movement behind her, she turned her head and said a few words to Wu Duan, showing a look of surprise.

So, Xie Buchen saw it at once, his slightly round face plate, and his chin was already a little sharp, showing the state of the girl when she was drawing, slightly shy and innocent, and her eyes were smart that could not be hidden.

It's just that......

Not her.

The man had been pierced through his chest with a sword, and he remembered the soft body, the hot blood.

There is no resurrection from the dead.

Indeed, as he thought when he saw it on the monument, it was just a person with the same name.

Blinking slightly, Xie Buchen lowered his eyes, and all the emotions of the moment were exhausted, leaving only a ruthless and insensible body, almost indifferent and almost indifferent.

Just, the next moment......

"I see Senior Sister Worried. ”

After the woman in red finished talking to Wu Duan, she looked towards the sword field, and when she saw a certain figure, she shouted happily.

“……”

See, worried sister?

When he heard this cry of joy, Xie Buchen suddenly realized: She is not the "sorrow"!

Looking up, at this moment, his body finally froze in place, unable to move.

On the sword field, a moon-white figure, holding the White Bone Dragon Sword, with a little smile on his face, walked out from among the many Kunwu disciples.

The rough plain clothes of the past have faded, and they have been replaced by simple but fine moon-white robes, which are a little more elegant in their stability, and there is a bit of unconcealable edge in their peace.

The eyebrows and eyes are both familiar and unfamiliar.

Only the demeanor between words and laughter can give people a glimpse of a little trace of the past......

Seeing that she was heading towards Nie Xiaowan and Wu Duan, she only took two steps forward, but she caught a glimpse of others out of the corner of her eye.

Together......

Almost carved into the blood and bones, the figure that is crazy with hatred!

He doesn't seem to have changed anything compared to the past.

The green robe is rolled, the eyebrows are still the same, and it is still the scholar who walked out of the rain curtain with an umbrella and gently leaned the umbrella against the door!

Still......

It was Xie Wuming, who almost indifferently pierced her heart with a sword and buried her and the lives of the child in her womb!

The monstrous killing intent has been brewing for a long time, and it is as sudden as substance, and it can't be suppressed after all.

Seeing that he was standing in place, the aura on his body had changed three or two rounds in an instant, and he couldn't help but smile.

Wu Duan frowned, and instantly realized that something was wrong: "Senior Sister Worry!"

It's a pity......

It's late!

Seeing that there was a coldness between his worried eyebrows, he didn't see Wu Duan slashing towards him, his wrist shook, and the white bone dragon sword was already raised!

A bone dragon phantom leaped out from the sword body in an instant.

The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the bone dragon roared in the sword qi, slashing towards Xie Buchen!

"You're dying, it's okay!"