March is a good harvest season for Korea, and the big carp in the river are at the stage of giving birth, which is the time of fatness.

The fishermen of the Li River, Dongting River, and Julu River have all begun to get busy, catching big fish, accepting the gifts of nature, and the fish they catch are either dried or frozen, and can be put for a long time as rations.

The busy fishing season lasted for half a month, and the time came to April 14.

The fishermen, who were about to call it a day, found that the cultivators, whom they rarely met, were converging towards the Yangtze River in large numbers, as if something big would happen on the river.

A fisherman was casting a net in the middle of the Yangtze River, and with two bangs, two ingots of silver smashed into the board of his boat.

"Old fisherman, don't fish, these two ingots of silver will be given to you, go to the market to buy some fish, something big will happen in the Yangtze River tomorrow!"

The old man picked up the silver under his feet, answered repeatedly, and happily left the boat.

Many cultivators in Korea gathered on the banks of the Yangzi River, the royal family, the Lijiang Sword Sect, and the Shuiyue Mansion all arrived, and a group of people either camped on the spot or lived in a small attic on the riverside to observe secretly.

Zheng Guo and Che Chi Guo also have many masters, the guest rooms by the river are full, and a song house that resounded all night is even full.

Everyone was waiting, waiting for that big war to come.

"In the god list, there are four sword immortals, the fourth in the god list, the eleventh out of the clouds, the fifteenth Meng Xiao, and the seventeenth Ding Tianyang. ”

The man continued: "There are four people in one faction who are on the god list, worthy of killing invincible sword immortals, among the four, the first two are from the Izumo Sword Sect, and the last two are from the Lijiang Sword Sect. ”

He looked at Jiang Xinzhou and said: "This seems to be a battle of grievances, but in fact it is a battle between the first and second in the world, Izuliuyun will not keep his hand, and Meng Xiao has no way out, which is related to the honor of the two sects." ”

A middle-aged man picked up a pot of wine and poured a bowl full of it, took a sip from the boss, and sighed: "We just watch the show, and do nothing else!"

......

In Jiangzhou Mansion, Meng Xiao is accompanying Zheng Chuchu and the child.

The woman just snuggled in the young man's arms, and in the past ten days, she has not persuaded the young man to give up this battle, and after Izuliuyun was promoted to the fourth place on the god list, he was even more uneasy, and resolutely did not allow Meng Xiao to fight.

But what she said, the water that was spilled, and Meng Xiao's mind had already been decided, she didn't persuade her anymore.

"Chu Chu, don't worry, you have to believe in your husband. The young man looked at the servant in the distance and ordered, "You wait for me to come back in the house, and I will definitely come back!"

The woman nodded and said: "Meng Lang, we have been reunited for more than ten days, and it is precisely because of the separation that we understand the preciousness of reunion even more. ”

"Only by cherishing the little bits and pieces we have together can this life be meaningful. ”

Zheng Chuchu held the young man's hand, put Xiao Meng Fan's hand on the back of Meng Xiao's hand, and then put his own handprint on it, and the three hands were put together.

"Me and the child, wait for you to come back. ”

Meng Xiao nodded solemnly, kissed the woman lightly on the forehead, and beckoned

"Steward Wang!"

There was a knock of footsteps, and an old man ran in from outside the door.

"Mansion Master, what do you command?"

Meng Xiao said: "In the past few days since I left, you must protect the lady of the mansion master and the little young master, understand?"

The old man replied in a loud voice, but he was resigned.

Meng Xiao paced to the gate of the mansion, left with a long sword, and ran to the border between Korea and Chechiguo, Yang Zijiang.

In the past ten days of cultivation, Meng Xiao has been able to see it, but he has not been able to produce a qualitative change, the realm is still stopped at Jindan Xiaocheng, and the swordsmanship is still trapped in the fourth form.

He flew with his sword, flying through the clouds, hiding his form, and quietly moving forward.

"Depending on when it is round, you can't stop the Izumo sword!"

He whispered, "But I have to do it, it's a grind, and it's also a chance to make me happen in a short time!"

"In this life, I haven't stayed for much time, but I have already developed feelings for Chu Chu Mengfan, and if I stay, it will be difficult for me to let go of the two of them!"

He knew that he was experiencing a big dream: "It's just that I don't believe that this is a dream anyway, it's another life centered on me! Chu Chu, Fanfan, including the Supreme Elder and the maid Anan, are all so real, they must not be faked!"

He boldly guessed: "Is it possible that this is the world that really exists? I am just a passerby? All those who experience the great dream world are passers-by?"

In an instant, he overturned his conjecture: "Everyone's experience of the big dream world is different, I am especially special, with the memory of the previous life, Wang Chongyang once said, this calamity seems to be mild, but in fact it is more unpredictable than the thunder tribulation, and you may not wake up!"

The young man looked down at the earth, looked at the crowd of people of all kinds, and muttered: "Among these people, will there be people like me, who are in the first life of the Great Dream? Will there be people like me who still have memories of their past lives?"

Meng Xiao cut off his thoughts, he thought about borrowing Liuyun to hone himself, the fifth form of landscape sword intent, he didn't have a clue.

"Now it seems that the landscape painting scroll can also be called a tree sword intent, this sword technique is ordinary in the ten places, as if it has been abandoned, but here it has turned decay into magic. ”

Suddenly, a shout came from the ground, and the sound passed through the clouds, catching up with Meng Xiao, who was flying with Edgeworth, and fell into his ears accurately.

"Meng Xiaoyou, come down and see you. ”

Meng Xiao was shocked, and hurriedly urged the long sword to go down, following the source of the voice.

"Who is it, who is calling me?" Meng Xiao sensed the radius of the area, but did not perceive the aura of a master.

Suddenly, there was a sound of bells, followed by the sound of tea brewing.

In a window room in a two-story house, an old man took out a chess game, brought out two cups, and made tea.

Meng Xiao walked up the stairs and arrived at the room where the old man was, knocking on the door.

"Senior, are you calling me?"

Meng Xiao was shocked. A mortal will have life energy, the acquired level, the innate level, and finally the golden pill, this life energy will be amplified, in order to maintain longevity.

Any person, Meng Xiao can sense this

energy, and judge the other party's cultivation by this, but the old man in the house did not have any energy fluctuations, as if it did not exist.

It's as if the old man was supposed to be dead.

Squeak, the door opened, and the old man brewed two cups of tea slowly, and the gurgling boiling water and tea tea collided and trembled.

"Meng Xiaoyou, come and taste this tea. ”

Meng Xiao cautiously walked into the door, sat on the ground in front of the old man's square table, and looked at the tea in the cup.

The tea was steaming, the hot and cold air was constantly tumbling, fluttering and spreading upward, Meng Xiao smelled the fragrance of tea and was shocked.

Suddenly, those tea mist changed and transformed into sword qi, and the tea in the cup tumbled even more, evolving into a sea of sword qi, constantly impacting his heart.

Meng Xiao was stunned, blinked violently, and the scene in front of him disappeared again, the tea was very ordinary, and if you didn't drink it, it would be cold.

Meng Xiao picked up the tea and tasted it, and there was no sense of abnormality.

The old man stared at the chess game in front of him and asked, "Meng Xiaoyou, can you play chess?"

Meng Xiao shook his head, feeling puzzled.

The old man looked at the halfway game in the chessboard, twisted one from the chess box, hung it above the chess game, and said: "All living beings in the world, just like this chess piece, there are endless possibilities before each step falls. ”

He put down a white piece and said, "But once this son falls, the coffin will be closed." ”

He looked at the anxious young man and said, "Meng Xiaoyou, if you go to the appointment, you will definitely die, Izuliuyun should have the strength of the number one god list, and his swordsmanship has the power to penetrate the avenue." ”

Seeing the young man's suspicious face, the old man slowly took a sip of tea and said, "When I was young, I also stayed at the top of the god list. ”

Meng Xiao was shocked, and he guessed a lot in an instant.

The history of the three great kingdoms is very long, and there are countless cultivators in the long years, and it is impossible to leave a name only one hundred and twenty people.

Moreover, the cultivators of this world seem to have reached the end of the Jindan period, but when Meng Xiao became the Jindan stage, he realized that this was not the case, there was still a way ahead, and he could continue to explore!

"Could it be that the old man in front of him is an existence beyond the Jindan Period?" Meng Xiao looked at it carefully, wondering: "Why is there no record in the three major kingdoms?

The more Meng Xiao looked at it, the more frightened he became, he couldn't see through the old man.

"Senior, I have all kinds of doubts in my heart, are you the existence of surpassing Jindan? If there is really a realm after Jindan, there should be many people in the long history of the three major kingdoms. ”

He frowned, and asked, "But what about these people? all disappeared, and there was no trace of existence?"

The old man looked at the chess game and sighed: "It's a pity that you can't play chess, and this endgame can only be left." ”

"The sword technique you have mastered is very amazing, far above the Izumo sword technique, and between the movements, it even resonates with heaven and earth, but you are in the wrong direction. ”

"Only when you truly master that sword intent can you be qualified to participate. The old man looked up at the sky and sighed: "It's changed again, I have to turn back, the situation is really getting more and more serious." ”

Meng Xiao retained: "Senior, although Meng Xiao doesn't know what you said, but seeing each other is fate,

You see that I also look like a material that can be made, so why don't you leave me with some opportunity to create?"

"You said that Liuyun has the strength to be the number one on the god list, which makes me desperate and can't have the fighting spirit. ”

Meng Xiao continued: "Senior, what is wrong with my swordsmanship, I still hope to make a difference. ”

The old man buried his head, looked at the chess game and said: "Little friend, if this chess piece is a lot of living beings, if the world is turned upside down, are you willing to take these chess pieces, even if they are just an ordinary chess piece?"

The old man's words were very vague, but Meng Xiao still heard the meaning.

Meng Xiao replied: "If I have the ability, I should naturally carry a piece of heaven for all sentient beings." ”

Meng Xiao connected with the memories of his previous life and said: "I am a cultivator, trying to break free from the shackles of mortals, pursuing immortality and leisure, and wanting to transform wholeheartedly, but after all, I came out of mortals. ”

"People, you can't forget your roots, my roots are mortal. ”

Zizi, the chess game changed, the black and white children walked around on their own, and the old man disappeared out of thin air.

"I hope you will be touched by this endgame. ”

Meng Xiao looked at the game of chess, momentarily stunned, in his eyes, the black and white chess pieces were resurrected, becoming two black and white villains, both holding long swords, fighting in every square inch.

Youth epiphany.

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "The Strongest Truth and Taoism" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~