Li Mubai stopped, raised his eyes, his eyes were bright, and in the distance, between the gaps in the sky, a man and a horse slowly walked towards him.

Li Mubai melted between heaven and earth, his body was gone, he walked freely and detachedly, without causing a little dust around his body, but the person opposite found himself in the vast grassland and walked towards him. Li Mubai also discovered the other party, not because the other party also integrated into the grassland world, but because the other party became a world of its own, the grassland world seemed to be isolated by the other party, the body was static and natural, the sky was blue, the wilderness was vast, the wind was blowing the grass low, the edge was exposed, and it was rugged.

Li Mubai turned the horse's head, and slowly walked towards the other party, and his breath also jumped out from between the grassland and the world, and his qi circulated in the body for two or three weeks, unimpeded, and his steps unconsciously became faster.

The other party noticed Li Mubai's change, and his steps were slightly stunned, but his breath remained unchanged, and he continued to walk towards Li Mubai. As the distance between the two approached, Li Mubai gradually saw each other's faces clearly, as heavy as red dates, extraordinary in temperament, outstanding in demeanor, flat blue clothes on his body, and a book hanging at random around his waist.

The man stopped and looked at Li Mubai lightly, his movements were shallow, but his eyes were deep.

The skinny horse behind Li Mubai seemed to sense the great terror, anxiously stamped his front hooves, and couldn't wait to break free from the reins.

Li Mubai's body shape remained unchanged, but his momentum changed again, thousands of swords were transformed from behind him, and those swords were generated from everything from the lonely mountain to the Shangjing City, and then from the Shangjing City to the grassland.

Li Mubai saw the master wiping his rusty iron sword alone, and he was puzzled. The master's martial arts are invincible in the world, there is no sword in his hand, there is a sword in his heart, why should he love an ordinary iron sword alone, the master said that there are thousands of swords in the world, but only one is the most comfortable.

Li Mubai didn't care, the sword was just something outside his body. Only incarnate yourself as a sword. That's the most satisfying and comforting sword.

Later, Li Mubai raised two carp, one red and one green. Staggered from beginning to end, I have a concern in my heart since then, I thought that I would be unparalleled in the world and invincible in the world for half a year, but I only knew after going down the mountain. There are earth-shattering waves in the East China Sea, and there are clouds in the West Mountain. There is an endless forest in the south and a sea in the north.

Li Mubai has seen the mountains and mountains, the towering forests, and the waves of the Qiantang River. But I have not been able to see the northern sea. So I wanted to see the sea, but on the way I saw a woman with crooked eyebrows. He is cunning, like the two carps he raised. His body is full of slippery fish scales, even if his swordsmanship is outstanding, no matter how sharp his feelings are, it is difficult to grasp one or two of them.

So, Li Mubai stayed by her side, from the Qiantang River to Shangjing, and from Shangjing to the prison of the officials. Li Mubai felt that his sword was so vibrant when facing the two masters of "the first master in the city" and "the first to hurt people in the capital", like a spring with a source, there is no end, it will always move forward, and it will continue to follow.

Li Mubai set off from Shangjing, and looked back to see Lin Wan'er's quiet smile, it was a sword, like a spring breeze, clear in his heart, not sharp but endless.

Li Mubai walked north and saw the blue sky, it seemed to be the scene that Tie Quan'er had seen, that was the scene that Tie Quan'er wanted to see before she was alive, there were blue sky and white clouds, there were gurgling streams, there were clear springs, there were joys and sorrows in the world, there were life and death, and there was the greatest horror and happiness in the world.

Li Mubai walked north again and saw a snow wolf swimming between heaven and earth, alone, looming in the wind and snow, like a ghost, perched and moving forward, silently, showing the most primitive desire and persistence of life.

Then Li Mubai saw a pair of men and women flying lightly on the grassland under the moonlight, like two butterflies flying each other, that is the purest emotion, that is the most real love, not affected by other factors, innocent as the clouds on the horizon.

In the end, Li Mubai melted between heaven and earth, it was his own sword, he was skillful, wise and foolish, indomitable, and unobstructed.

A sword burst out in Li Mubai's heart at the same time, instantly attacking the oncoming person, that was Li Mubai's heart, that was the most affectionate and sexual from the iron circle, that was the purest sword, at this time Li Mubai was completely forgetful, more pure than the sword of the iron circle on the bank of the Qinhuai River.

Tiequan'er's sword is not to kill the enemy, not to hurt the enemy, but to see it for her before her death, sad and redundant, and thinking about killing the enemy, so Tiequan'er's last sword made Li Mubai admired but not amazed, empathetic but not as good as the enemy, Tiequan'er's last sword was caught by Li Mubai's two fingers.

But Li Mubai's sword is more pure, Lin Wan'er left a mark in Li Mubai's heart, but it didn't replace the sword in his heart, that sword is still unshakable, the master, the iron circle, and Lin Wan'er are all the foils of this sword, they are all the persistence in their hearts, and they are the style of a sword.

From the Qiantang River to Shangjing, from Shangjing to the grassland desert, Li Mubai has seen a lot, and has seen a lot of unforgettable things and scenes, which is a sword accumulated for many days, killing the snow wolf is only a slight leakage of sword energy, so Li Mubai's sword has nowhere to hide, and it is simply out of the sword from top to bottom.

Facing Li Mubai's sword, the other party's body did not move, but he saw the style between Li Mubai's sword, nodded unconsciously, and stepped forward lightly with his right foot, which was a step on the alien world, the style of your world is just a landscape in my eyes, a landscape painting hanging on the wall, an ethereal mirage, and a fleeting picture of heaven and earth.

In just one step, he broke through Li Mubai's long-standing swordsmanship, and eliminated many feelings in a silent place.

The man broke Li Mubai's sword, and then took a step forward with his left foot, this step was still in the air, Li Mubai saw another scene, the two armies were facing each other, iron-clad iron swords, against the cold light, behind each iron-clad iron sword was a resolute face, that was a face that looked down on life and death, as if he could get some food compensation for his family as soon as he died, the world was peaceful and the country was rich and strong for these soldiers, it was just an unreachable cloud in the sky, and it was just good-looking.

The man heard that His Majesty in the capital city would be hung in the imperial study, "the strong man is hungry for Hulu, laughing and thirsty for Hun blood", but the man was surprisingly angry, laughing, laughing? Doesn't you know how many living lives will be harvested cheaply like duckweed?

Life, life, these are all beautiful things, which everyone should strive for, and everyone should be independent.

That person's sword is the world's sorrow and hatred, the separation of his wife, and the starvation all over the wilderness, which Li Mubai can't understand and feel.

The man's sword is wider than Li Mubai's sword, Li Mubai's love is the auxiliary of swordsmanship, but that person's sword is composed of all kinds of feelings, not only iron sword battles, but also pastoral life, the man in the general's armor passed by a pastoral field, there was a girl in plain cloth and linen clothes weaving cloth in front of the pastoral door, chirping and chirping, the girl was weaving, looked up at the general, and the smile on her face was like a flower, like the most beautiful cloud in the sky.

General Furui Bubo's expression showed a slight smile, a pair of eyes revealed a little tenderness in the armor, although I don't know if the girl is married, but that smile is the goal of the general's struggle, but after this countryside again, the girl no longer knows where to go, smoke and dust rose from the field, several charred corpses burned in the field, wafting a disgusting smell.

The general died in a hundred battles, the strong man returned in ten years, his wife was separated, and his family was ruined, which he experienced, vividly, these experiences will not make people feel proud, but a kind of deepest guilt in their hearts.

This is war, this is war, the general wants to hate, raises his eyes and looks around, looking left and right, but he doesn't know who to hate, this general is Xiahou Xiangyang.

Xiahou Xiangyang's footsteps are still in the air, and there will definitely be more scenery in the future, but he has taken that step back, and it seems that he is very content to be able to see a person's strict style today.

Li Mubai was ready to go, ready to meet the strongest sword in his lifetime, but the other party retreated, although he had regrets in his heart, he was not discouraged.

Xiahou Xiangyang and Li Mubai looked at each other for a long time, and there were thousands of sword duels in the middle, and in their thoughts, there was no difference between victory and defeat. The steppe wolves within a hundred miles radius of the two seemed to feel a great threat, bowed their heads and bowed down, surrendering to the momentum of the two.

In the end, Xiahou Xiangyang was the first to speak: "Young man, where are you going?" ”

Li Mubai did not hide it, and said one thing: "Go to the cold land in the extreme north and watch the sea." ”

Xiahou Xiangyang looked at Li Mubai from head to toe, and there was a lot of praise in his eyes: "I have been on this grassland for a long time, and I have heard of the sea in the extreme north, but I am entangled in mundane affairs, and I have always been powerless. It's very enviable! Xiahou Xiangyang turned his head and looked at the northern part of the grassland, where it was white and misty, and he didn't know where the border was, whether that sea really existed? Maybe it didn't matter if there was really a sea, the important thing was that he could act according to his own wishes: "Good luck." ”

Xiahou Xiangyang and Li Mubai passed by, one continued to travel north, and the other turned back to the camp of the Zhenbei Army, this is a battle that has not yet won or lost, and this is the foreshadowing of the shocking battle at the peak of the Forbidden City.

Li Mubai continued to walk north, and met a girl named Detana, who was gesturing with a tree branch on the ground, frowning slightly, repeating the Chinese word "Lin Chengping". (To be continued)