Liu Shiyi stopped, in front of him, it was no longer the narrow and cramped mountain road, the rocks were craggy, the rain was mixed, he held the "swallow homecoming", staggered, and gradually stood still.

He exhaled a cloudy breath, and his eyes gradually became clear.

As he wished, he climbed to the top of the mountain of Changling.

The rain tends to get quieter.

The young man in white is no longer a young man in white, Liu Shiyi's clothes and placket are all stained with mud.

And that's a good thing.

If he still remembered the slightest sword intent, sword moves, and the sword code handed down from the Sword Lake Palace, then even if there was only a dead wood branch in his hand, the rain would not splash on his clothes.

These muddy stains not only did not make Liu Shiyi embarrassed, but after he stood still, he seemed more upright, he held the hilt of the sword of "Yan Homecoming" with both hands, and stood still like a stone tablet.

He had seen his "Word."

He has finished his "way".

Next, he had to wait for someone to go up the mountain.

Liu Shiyi silently recited the person's name.

"Ning Yi. ”

Liu Shiyi knew where his Tao was, he wanted to pursue the ultimate simplicity, chose to forget all sword moves and sword intent, and only followed his own heart, and now he walked to the top of Changling Mountain, that natal sword heart, has condensed a primordial embryo, swaying in the heart lake, slowly settled, and soon a complete sword heart will be born.

Since then, the way of the sword he has taken is a sword path that belongs only to himself.

Ning Yi chose to look at all the stone tablets in Changling, this is not another kind of "sword", and as far as he is concerned, there is no difference between high and low in nature.

Liu Shiyi is waiting for Ning Yi to reach the top.

His heart lake seems to be stable, but in fact it is still a disorder, boiling in the sky, every drop of water in it is trembling, the particles are distinct, and there is a tendency to rise into the sky, those swordsmanship and sword moves in the Sword Lake Palace have been completely forgotten on the Changling Mountain Road, and they are remembered again at this moment.

Liu Shiyi let out a long breath, keeping his thoughts clear.

Those memories of the past were thrown behind by him, leaving only an extremely simple trajectory, which was a sword he swung out in Changling.

He lifted the hilt of his sword upside down in one hand and held his wrist in the other.

At any time, you can pull out the sword stuck in the ground.

The raindrops fell on the jade plate, and the fog on the top of Changling Mountain was swirling.

Liu Shiyi waited silently.

He hoped that Ning Yi would come.

He knew that Ning Yi could come.

Time passed slowly, Liu Shiyi consolidated the sword he had realized, and a ripple suddenly appeared in his heart lake.

He didn't have to wait long.

Liu Shiyi drew his sword and slashed it down.

With a bang, the mist dispersed in response, and the other side of the top of Changling Mountain was cut open by this sword qi, revealing the original true face, and after the vicissitudes of life, there was a vague, also muddy black-robed figure, slowly climbed the stairs, put away the oil paper umbrella, dragged the tip of the fine snow sword to slide on the ground, and Ning Yi, who constantly collided slightly with the steps, stood on the road opened by the fog.

"That road is hard. ”

Liu Shiyi said seriously: "I thought you wouldn't be able to climb up." ”

"It's been a tough process. Ning Yi grinned, his expression a little tired, "If the mountain guards weren't so kind, I might have fallen down at the stone tablet in the Nirvana realm." ”

Ning Yi is not the same as Liu Shiyi, his robe is not broken, and his body has not been traumatized by the slightest sword qi, but his soul is tired to the extreme, the ancient road full of stone tablets in Changling stands the relics left by too many big people, and the black robe of the mountain keeper is suspended behind Ning Yi, like a pair of broad shoulders, more like a thick hill, withstanding the wind and rain and divine thoughts.

It was just an ordinary cloak, the black robe swayed in the wind, making a slight and slow hunting sound, and the surroundings were constantly fogging, more like the soul of the wandering soul gathered.

Liu Shiyi smiled and said, "The mountain guards are really very kind to you." ”

"It may be that a person like me, who went to visit the stone tablet despite his dead spirit, has not appeared for a long time. Ning Yi rubbed his cheeks and said with a smile: "The mountain guards want me to share some more of Changling's bad luck? Those geniuses in the eastern realm dare not eat these dead qi, and together they are not as many as me." ”

Liu Shiyi's face gradually became solemn, he carefully examined Ning Yi, the black robe on Ning Yi's body actually began to atomize in wisps, and there were tiny dragons swaying and entwined in the sleeve robe, which looked mighty, but in fact, these were the condensation of dead qi, and there was no way to get rid of these dead qi in the two worlds.

Liu Shiyi said, "Are you going to take the road of Xu Zang?"

Xu Zang's way is to live to death.

The shattered star fell to the realm, and the sword qi was raised.

Ning Yi shook his head and said with a smile: "Xu Zang's Dao, it is Xu Zang's Dao, I have only lived for more than ten years, I haven't lived enough, who wants to take his sword path that is bent on death?"

Liu Shiyi fell silent.

He said solemnly: "After eating so much dead air, you will be in great trouble in the future." ”

Ning Yi was noncommittal, and said calmly: "If you don't eat, there will be more." ”

The tip of the oil-paper umbrella was no longer dragging on the ground, and Ning Yi also climbed to the top of Changling, with black robes and white robes, standing on the top of Changling, the fog dispersed and the breeze swept lightly.

"I hadn't thought of such a picture before. ”

Ning Yi sighed softly: "Liu Shiyi, I used to grow up in Xiling, I had no relatives and no reason in the Bodhisattva Temple, I knew that this world was very big, I didn't know that this world was so big, there were four realms, there was a Tiandu Imperial City, there were two worlds, cultivators could fly with a sword, they could break mountains with a flick of their fingers, and they could cut off the great rivers with a sword qi. ”

Liu Shiyi listened silently.

Liu Shiyi was born and grew up in Jianhu Palace, the only difference between him and Ning Yi is that he inherited the Taoism of Jianhu Palace when he was born, and he has seen many great cultivators in the Great Sui world.

He wanted to hear what Ning Yi had to say.

"There are rough picture albums, zhiyi, books, which depict the world in Xiling, and at that time I knew that this world is so big and so ....... Wonderful. ”

"But I never thought that one day I would be standing here with many cultivators in the heavenly capital at my feet. Ning Yi smiled, although his expression was tired, his eyes slowly lit up, "We are on the mountain, and they are under the mountain." I thought of an ancient book that I had flipped through a long, long time ago, and there was a scene in it, very similar. ”

Ning Yi said word by word: "The decisive battle is at the top of Changling." ”