Twilight covers the small frost hills, and the fog is a little heavy. In addition to the tall and standing, weather-beaten frost bamboo, Xiaoshuang Mountain also planted some maple trees, red maple leaves were beaten down by the rain, stacked in the bushes on both sides of the mountain road, on the bluestone slab.

The long-abandoned carriage was parked on the trail below, leaving only the dead wood frame, and after the rain was wet, the dust covering the wooden shafts was washed away, and the new maple leaves flowed down the mountain road, and a few of them swirled in the pits under the wheels.

With a "snap", the world reflected in the maple leaves and water was gently crushed by the boots.

The droplets of water rose and fell, the shadows in the pit returned to their original state, and the maple leaves swirling in the pit simply broke into two pieces, one sticking to the bottom of the boot, stepping on the ground, rustling.

"Mr. Ning Yi, have you seen the true face of that 'assassin'?"

Chen Yi's voice seemed to be careless, he lowered his eyebrows, looking at the shadow he stepped on the mountain road, step by step, there were a hundred popes walking calmly in the rain pit, the expression hidden in his eyes, calm and indifferent, looking directly at the truest face of this world.

This is a very calm and cautious teenager.

Ning Yi is in Chen Yi's body, he can't find a trace of fanaticism or crazy temperament in the other party's body, the young Pope, steady is not like a person less than twenty years old, Ning Yi sometimes touches the Pope's eyes, and feels that in such a shell, he must have experienced a lot of pain before he grew up to this, like an old soul living there.

Young and old, innocent and simple, kind and loving, sometimes ...... Even a little naïve.

Chen Yi does have the qualifications to make Sanqing Pavilion the Pope at a young age, and he became the Pope at the age of seventeen, which is probably the youngest successor in the history of the Taoist Sect, which is enviable and jealous.

The storm of this assassination has passed, and no matter how bumpy and bumpy the process is, the final result is a blessing in misfortune - the Pope is safe and sound.

However, there are many doubts about the events that occurred in it.

The origin of that "shadow" has become the biggest suspicion, with so many sect secrets, he quietly sneaked into the back mountain of Shu Mountain, got rid of the perception of the star monarchs, and slapped the face of all the great cultivators.

Such an assassin is like an incredible concentration of contradictions, and it is not just the Daoist who wants to figure out his origins...... Those guests of the Holy Mountain who finally escaped from the back mountain of Shu Mountain will also try their best to find this assassin.

Ning Yi thought about it carefully, and he shook his head.

He said with some regret: "Actually...... Being able to kill him was just an accident, I didn't see his face clearly, and it was difficult to find out the origin of his sect from the information I knew. ”

Chen Yi's face was a little solemn.

Even the poach-robed Taoist who was holding an umbrella felt the change in the Pope's tone.

The Pope's tone was very serious.

"Mr. Ning Yi...... Are you sure he was killed?"

Ning Yi was asked slightly.

He thought of the words of the sword-wielder in the Plains of Bones, and the sword that split the river after he clenched the fine snow...... In this world, no matter what kind of creature it is, if it takes such a sword, is there any reason to survive?

The river surrounded by mountains is like the river Styx in hell, which can swallow everything, and there is no end to it, and the creatures who indulge in it, if there is no cultivation and starlight, how can they go ashore?

Ning Yi took a light breath and said with great certainty: "I'm sure, sure, and definitely." ”

Not dead...... How can it be?

Chen Yi's complexion softened slightly, and he stroked his chest, as if he had let go of his uneasy heart, and was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

The linen-robed Taoists who followed behind the Pope also breathed a sigh of relief.

If such an assassin can even evade the perception of the small mountain lord of Shu Mountain, then the Pope will be a huge threat wherever he goes, can he protect His Majesty the Pope...... They also don't have faith.

To be sure, it is such an "assassin", I am afraid that it is difficult to find a second one in the world, and there is no room for the slightest failure in such a thing as assassinating the Pope, if there are two ....... Then there is no doubt that when the mountains behind Shu Mountain, the Pope has already suffered misfortune.

The two of them walked silently.

Chen Yi suddenly said, "Mr. Ning Yi...... What do you think that shadow might come from?"

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes, he didn't quite understand what the Pope meant.

"I mean...... Which sacred mountain and which academy do you come from...... Or is it the royal family?" said the Pope's tone very lightly, and when his tone became solemn, it was in the latter words, "or ...... This 'Assassin' does not belong to any party. ”

Ning Yi was silent.

He asked the sword-bearer where the shadow came from.

The sword-wielding man spoke succinctly, with only one sentence.

They...... It's light, it's not light.

Ning Yi didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, such a monster was hidden in the dark, and even the starlight of Senior Sister Thousand Hands was difficult to penetrate, if he fought against the same realm, he could defeat almost all the geniuses...... Is such a monster still human?

In the world of the Great Sui, the northern border is separated by the moat that hangs over the sea, separating the demon race from the human race, except for some monsters brought back by hunting, there will be almost no demon race in the territory...... There is not the slightest demonic aura on that shadow, there is a huge disparity between demons, Ning Yi has seen the snow demon of the eighth realm in front of Xiling Temple, and he can distinguish the huge contrast between that shadow and the demon clan in terms of spiritual wisdom and attack methods.

"The ancient Taoist scriptures say that where there is light, there will be darkness. ”

"Light and darkness go hand in hand, and when the light is extinguished, the shadow remains, and the light may go out, but the darkness never. Chen Yi's voice was soft, like raindrops smashed on an oil-paper umbrella, falling into the hearts of everyone present.

"In a sense, darkness is light. ”

"If the light is extinguished, then the darkness really becomes the light. ”

He whispered, "If Dao Sect is the light that walks the world...... Then being targeted by the darkness has become a matter of course. There are those who wish for the light to be extinguished, and who long for the darkness to come, and who have the most eagerness to report it...... It's the darkness itself. ”

This sentence is very subtle.

But it's easy to understand.

Not only Ning Yi, but even the linen-robed Taoist behind him understood what the Pope meant.

"His Holiness the Pope...... Do you mean that those 'existences' recorded in the Taoist scriptures?" The female linen-robed Taoist who bandaged Chen Yi's wounds carefully considered and said cautiously: "The pavilion elder of the Sanqing Pavilion said that even if the Taoist scriptures have recorded it, there is still no substantial evidence that can prove the existence of the devil in the human world. ”

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes and carefully pondered the words in the mouth of this woman's linen-robed Taoist...... If there is really an ethereal thing like "devil" in this world, it is not a set of broken paths that are ghostly in southern Xinjiang...... Then the shadow that came to attack and kill the Pope really fits the image.

Chen Yi was silent for a while.

He looked at Ning Yi and asked, "Mr. Ning Yi...... What do you think?"

Ning Yi thought about the scene of the awakening of the "White Bone Plains" in his mind...... The sword bearer and the shadow, the hatred and opposition between each other, and the image of the canopy torn apart, the sword bearer said, the destruction of the world will be caused by them?

If that's the case, then maybe the shadows aren't human......

Ning Yi shook his head honestly and said, "I don't know. ”

He can't reveal this information, and the existence of the bone flute must be vigilant if he knows something he shouldn't know...... set himself on fire, and now he has no ability to protect himself.

Chen Yi's eyes were a little disappointed.

He hoped that this "Mr. Ning Yi" could give a definite answer, at least so that Dao Sect's current understanding of "shadow" would become more.

But now it seems that Ning Yi is very cautious and does not reveal the details of the back mountain.

As for how to kill the shadow of the "back realm", Ning Yi never mentioned it, only saying that he was lucky, and the process of killing the other party was very difficult.

Chen Yi found that this little uncle of Shushan was a little too cautious, not revealing the slightest cultivation, nor revealing any irrelevant information, never talking too much, never saying much.

He sighed softly in his heart.

I thought some of the speculations were about to come to naught.

Chen Yi's gaze subconsciously glanced at it, and then landed on Ning Yi's chest.

He frowned slightly, and asked, "The person who played the flute on Xiaoshuang Mountain before, but Mr. Ning Yi?"

Ning Yi was stunned and nodded.

Chen Yi smiled and admired, and he said sincerely: "Mr. Ning Yi can also play the flute?"

Ning Yi said with a smile: "It's only a little." ”

Chen Yi also smiled: "I can also blow some songs, earlier in the countryside, picking up a leaf with a flexible texture, I can blow it for a long time...... Is Mr. Ning's flute still there?"

Ning Yi subconsciously reached out to touch the bone flute and touched an emptiness.

The plain of white bones has turned into "sword bones" and is embedded in fine snow.

His face remained unchanged, and he thought to himself that the Pope was indeed a man of great perception.

Ning Yi said with great regret: "I was too flustered when I was back in the mountains...... The flute seems to have been lost. ”

Chen Yi smiled bitterly and said, "That's a pity, I originally wanted to learn from Mr. Ning Yi...... I heard that song when I passed through Xiling Saiwai last year, and the girl sang along with the song, feeling a little desolate and sad...... That song shouldn't be like that. ”

Chen Yi doesn't like the atmosphere of sadness.

But life is always like this, being forced to bow your head, to compromise, the more you don't want to see something, the more you can see it.

Chen Yi remembered that the night before he ascended the Pope's throne, it was before the peace, the biggest was not peaceful, the flames burned the night, the grass hut was broken, the black clothes poured in, some people drew their swords, some people fought bloodily, and some people sacrificed their lives to protect him.

The struggle for power has always been so...... The exterior is glamorous, but the inside is turbulent.

After the darkness, the dawn ushered in, Chen Yi was crowned and stood on the top of Sanqing Pavilion, and all the sacrifices became worthwhile.

He walks cautiously in this world because he must be cautious, every day is more cautious than the day before, he remembers every thing that happens to him, remembers every detail, every suspicious link...... have the potential to have immeasurable consequences.

When he came to this world and sat on the position of Pope, he had to do something for the common people in the world, and he could only succeed, not fail.

Chen Yi asked, "What is the name of this song?"

Ning Yi paused and said with emotion: "The name of the song...... It's called autumn. ”