4 Guan Yunxuan said as he took out a cloth bag and handed it to Wei Wuxian and said:

"It's white lime powder in there, and you're in that deep mountain,

I saw a big pit, and inside the big pit there was one that was as long as half a man,

A big stone as thick as two or three people,

A stone that resembles a goose egg,

You sprinkle this white lime powder on it,

If the three big characters 'Fulong Knife' are exposed on it,

You can be sure that it's a Fulong knife,

And then you wipe the white lime powder away, and the handwriting is erased.

Then you will take the big rock back and carry it to me, and come before sunrise, and you will be all right. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

You know, I'm still in a hurry, so please move as fast as you can, just try to hurry. Don't make me wait too much. ”

"Oh, okay then." Wei Wuxian nodded, a little helpless,

He always felt that the incident he encountered today was a bit mysterious and a bit threatening.

But for a while, he always couldn't find a way and an excuse to get out of the way.

I just had to nod my head there, and something was produced in it.

Just when he didn't seem to have discovered it, something was born in that silence and happened.

It was a silence, a terrible and terrible silence,

In that silent cooling, there was a sense of dissociation and alienation in life,

It is a strangeness between people, and there are all kinds of contradictions mixed with blood and violence.

What kind of fear and unfamiliar coldness arises from it, and there is an inexplicable sense of melancholy in it,

It's as if in that world, there is a lot of loneliness and loneliness, and sorrow, and helplessness.

It's something that is hard to get rid of in it, as if you can't get rid of it in it.

It's hard to find any kind of liberation and a way to do it again.

There's something cold in that, there's something cold there, and there's something that's cold, that's happening slowly,

Like a lesion, it must be pervasive there, and it will grow there,

It is a kind of sorrow of thoughts, and it is also a kind of intertwined and messy thoughts and emotions,

It's like there's something that can't be solved, as if it's an emotion that can't be solved.

It is also in the midst of a thousand unsolvable things, as if there is something very difficult and difficult in it.

In the midst of that difficulty, it is a kind of troubled something,

It's also a kind of cold something, in that cold and silent air,

I still want to stick to what I have, and I still want to work hard and stick to it.

It was something cold, something that disappeared in the cold.

There's nothing you can't dodge from there, there's nothing you can't escape.

It's just something that is suppressed in it, something that can't be approached and warmed there.

The countenance and the side of the face of the person who saw it seemed as if it were not seen there,

It also seems that there is something there that seems to be invisible.

What is there and what kind of courage will exist there,

Courage is in the midst of it, just there to want a kind of courage,

A kind of forgotten forgetfulness, where in the silent silence and loneliness of silence,

Slowly wearing, and slowly waiting there.

When Wei Wuxian finally set foot on that path,

And he also came out at the foot of the mountain,

When the flocks of birds scatter in all directions and fly away,

He looked at the shadows of the birds that flew away,

He just waited there cowardly,

It's also there that it seems to be about to disappear and disappear the trajectory,

Perhaps, when he embarked on this path, everything began to change there.

It's not at all as simple as I thought it would be.

Maybe it's simple, or maybe it's not so simple, and it seems impossible to determine.

Because haven't gotten there yet.

The road can only know the truth if you keep moving forward.

Because everything seems to need to be practiced.