The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city is sad in the clouds, like a snowy dandelion, wandering in the mountains.

In the cool breeze of the barren mountains, a heart-rending cry, accompanied by the desolate ape cry in the distance, echoed in the splendid mountain flowers.

A man hugged a woman, on a thousand thousand white flowers. The man's tears were as violent as summer rain, as cold as winter rain, like a curtain of cold beads, and the curtain dripped on the woman's pale face.

The woman's eyes were closed, and even if the sky was red, her cold face could no longer shine.

Her soul should have wandered back to her hometown with the dandelion.

"Hua Ke!" The man couldn't bear it in the end, like a collapsing mountain, lying on top of the woman, face against her face, thinking delusionally, she woke up as usual and called softly: "Xiaohai." ”

This day is the third day after Wang Xuan left the hotel, and it is also the day of Wang Xuan's burial.

Plain white paper money, flying in the barren grass. Hu Sheng's suona is sad and happy, calling out at the lonely grave for thousands of miles.

In the landscape painting, he talked with Wang Xuanqing about the three of them, all of them wept, fell to the ground, and cried miserably in front of the stone tomb.

On this day, the clouds are paler than usual, and the wind is more bone-chilling than usual.

Why did the sea change into a barren field in just three days?

Gu Hai faintly felt, and the answer was in the inconspicuous place of these three days.

On the first day after Wang Xuan left, Gu Hai sat on the eaves of the hotel, watching the green smoke enter the sky and watch the birds return to the nest.

In his heart, if the green silk is unkempt, wisps are messed up and wisps are messed up.

Hua Ke was in the small courtyard full of flowers, and saw that his face was full of gloom, although he didn't know the reason, but he felt sorry for him in his heart.

She knew that her immortal cultivation realm was low, but she also wanted to share it for him.

Suddenly, if the spring breeze blows in front of her, she smiles like a flower, and like a colorful butterfly, fluttering outside the hotel and disappearing.

The red sun slowly turned golden, as if blown to the center of the sky by the wind, and the whole courtyard was illuminated with splendor.

Hua Ke smiled even more, jumped to the eaves, and pulled Gu Hai to float towards the street.

"Xiaohai, the opera sung on the street is wonderful now, come and watch it with me!"

Hua Ke's vivid voice is in front of Guhai's eyes.

When it came to the street, the city had fallen into plainness, and the prosperous scene of the temple fair that day had disappeared now.

At the stage, the opera is in the midst of gongs and drums today, wearing white robes and dancing silver sticks, standing at the wooden false door.

Everyone on the stage calls it the gate of the fairy world, and they all call it the white-robed actor, the ancient sea immortal.

In the applause like a wave, Gu Hai understood that this opera sang the story of Gu Hai defeating many strong people and taking Hua Ke's family to the gate of the fairy world.

If the drama sang tactfully into Gu Hai's heart, he really saw the scene of himself entering the fairy gate.

Hua Ke held his little hands behind his back and twisted his body, like a child waiting to be praised, and asked expectantly: "How is it, is the opera I made up good?"

Hua Keyin's appearance, like the warm sun in spring, shines in the heart of the ancient sea. Words like a warbler's song, like a spring breeze, dispersed the hesitation and sorrow in his heart.

Hua Ke had no complaints in his life, and all kinds of things he paid for him were reflected in his mind, and the time was surging in an instant.

Such a woman is the only one in this world. If she is defeated, it will be punished by the ten heavenly punishments, and it will not be at all.

Gu Hai no longer hesitated at this touching moment. The most important thing is to go to his immortal cultivation and to his immortal gate, and to accompany the woman in front of him to appreciate the wind and snow in his life.

Hua Ke saw that Gu Hai was just staring at him, and said with some worry: "I thought that you were obsessed with cultivating immortals all day long and made up such a story, thinking that you would be happy." ”

Gu Hai hugged her into his arms, let the fragrance in her body enter his nose, and only moved: "I'm very happy." Ke'er, what you want to do and play today, I will accompany you. ”

Hua Keruo, a gentle cat, snuggled up to Gu Hai's chest, and said in a voice like a drizzle: "As long as you are no longer sad, I will be happy." ”

The two of them leaned on each other in the rhythm of this sound, and snuggled up to each other in the envy of pedestrians.

The applause sounded like a wave again, and I don't know whether it was for them or for the performance on stage.

After a sweet snuggle, the two came to eat at the best restaurant in Mugencheng-Liuxian Building.

This restaurant has always claimed that even if it is a god descending into the world, the food in this high-rise building can be left.

Hua Ke was already salivating just by hearing such propaganda. The two of them sat at a wooden table, ordered wine and food, and at the moment only listened to the voice on the table next to them, as if floating to the Nine Heavens Hanging River, talking endlessly.

What is he an immortal descending into the world, the master of cultivating immortals always asks for him.

Hua Ke and Gu Hai couldn't help it, and their eyes turned to him.

I saw that the man was dressed in tattered linen clothes, and on his back was a tattered wooden sword, and at the end of the wooden sword, a stone dyed purple with paint was tied with hemp rope.

While picking up other people's leftovers, he boasted so much with the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper scolded impatiently: "Stinky food, get out of the house after picking up the dishes!"

At this moment, the apricot blossom wine ordered by Gu Hai and Hua Ke came to the table. The man in sackcloth actually took out a wine jug from his cuffs, stretched out his hand to Gu Hai and smiled: "It's not that I can't afford to buy wine, I just didn't have enough money today, can you lend me a glass of wine to drink." ”

Hua Ke listened, she only thought it was very funny, she was in an unusually good mood today, so she didn't tear him down, she picked up the wine jar and poured a pot for this person.

The man looked at this pot of wine, and his eyes were full of tears, and his voice trembled: "I have written down the kindness of your glass of wine today." If you have any trouble in the future, I will help you. ”

After speaking, he carried the leftovers, carefully held the pot of wine, and left in the insults of the shopkeeper.

Hua Ke and Gu Hai didn't take this matter to heart, how could a person who couldn't even afford to drink alcohol help?

In a few moments, the meal was served. In the colorful dishes, all kinds of tantalizing aromas rush to the nose. Hua Ke was so anxious that he hurriedly grabbed the chopsticks and clamped them, only to see that another golden light flashed. Wang Xuan's old man suddenly appeared again, holding a golden chopsticks and jade bowl, greedily sandwiching a large piece of meat into his bowl, and explained with a false mouth: "I'm not here to rub rice and drink, I just happened to pass by, pass by, and meet each other when I am acquainted, I should have no opinion on adding a bowl and chopsticks." ”

After that, he ate exaggeratedly like a hungry wolf and a tiger. Gu Hai cast his gaze, and the immortal aura on Wang Xuan's body was completely gone.

When Gu Hai and Hua Ke saw him like that, they just smiled bitterly.

Anyway, there was enough food, so the three of them sat down and ate together.

After eating, Wang Xuan stroked his bulging belly again and said, "Just eat half full today." ”

His voice fell, and the immortal qi actually floated back to his body. He said to Gu Hai again: "It seems that you have already chosen. ”

In an instant, he disappeared again, leaving only a remnant.

After the meal, Gu Hai accompanied Hua Ke on a cruise, catching fish, and painting, and after the two returned to the hotel, it was already night.

January is broken in the sky, reflected in the mirror of the void world.

Gu Hairuo turned into a spring breeze, and in the wind and insects, he took the initiative to take Hua Ke in his arms. He took out a hosta from his sleeve in his palm, like a sycamore leaf.

Two colorful butterflies fluttered on the hosta, and if there was moonlight in his eyes, he gently inserted it into the Huake green silk. Gu Hai's lips slowly opened and closed, and the words were softer than the spring breeze outside the window, and the words gently entered Hua Ke's ears: "I don't want to cultivate immortals anymore, let's go to Xianlai Island to spend our lives together, Ke'er, will you marry me?"

Hua Ke's eyes seemed to have a bright autumn wave flowing, and he only felt that there seemed to be a warm current flowing in his heart. Hua Ke buried his red face deep in Gu Hai's chest, and only hummed softly.

That night, the wind blew out the red candles, the moon closed its eyes, and the clouds closed the curtains.

The two fell asleep cuddling together.

On the second day, the red sun was on the head, and after a sweet hug between them, they packed up their things and prepared to set off for Xianlai Island.

But as soon as they reached the street, they saw only that the crowd was crowded.

What's going on here?

The tide of the crowd suddenly appeared again. At the end of the road, there was a blue-and-white robed official yamen, majestic, carrying a corpse wrapped in white cloth.

Just as the breeze blew, the white cloth was gently lifted, and Wang Xuan's bloodless face appeared.

This can be like frost in spring and snow in summer, which makes Gu Hai and Hua Ke feel surprised.

Two days ago, he was still alive in front of the two of them, he was greedy for food, and he warned about cultivating immortals, but it was like a piece of autumn sunset leaves, floating in front of him, and falling in his heart.

Gu Hai held back his sadness and stepped forward to ask, but the official of the yamen seemed to be showing off, and loudly told him that this was the corpse found by a peasant in the wilderness today, and judging by the symptoms of the corpse, it should have been killed yesterday.

When Gu Hai heard this, he felt sad and felt waves again, a person with such magical powers as Wang Xuan was actually killed!

How powerful is the man who killed him!

Suddenly, Wang Xuan's words that day appeared in his ears again.

"I've always suspected that someone is secretly killing these good seedlings. ”

In his heart, there were already waves crashing on the shore.

Not long after, the three old friends who had talked with Wang Xuan in the ink world claimed the body and sadly held a funeral for him.

Gu Hai and Hua Ke stayed temporarily, and at Wang Xuan's funeral, they kowtowed a few times, burned some paper money, shed a few tears, and grieved here for a day.

On the third day, Gu Hai and Hua Ke slowly walked in the direction of Xianlai Island. The sun rests on the green mountainside, only the silent wind blows in the ears, and the green leaves stir in the eyes.

Hua Ke and Gu Hai sat under the cliff, resting in the grass, and occasionally dandelions were like snow, and they were between their eyebrows.

Hua Ke was intoxicated with the splendid mountain flowers, and her innocent look was more moving than the thousands of lilies in the wind.

Gu Hai sighed in his heart, even a master like Wang Xuan has people who cannot be defeated, how can there be any strong enemies in this life.

The sunlight has shrouded all the green mountains, and the sound of gurgling streams has pulled the ancient sea back in thought.

He looked left and right, but Hua Ke was no longer around. She should have gone to fetch water, but she must have been too focused on her own thinking and failed to pay attention to Hua Ke's movements.

Suddenly the wind was fierce, and the ape cried. This desolation is only a place where the grass is, and all the grass is restless.

"Your Excellency is the famous Gu Hai, right? Let me give you a suggestion, take the last breath of air in this world!"

The sound of dead wood falling, but extremely wild, in the sound of the ghost crying wind, hurried to the ancient sea.

Gu Hai raised his eyes and looked, a rickety person, under the wind and clouds, wearing a hat, covered with black veil, the blue cloth on his body seemed to be one with the green mountains, his footsteps were like running, faintly and flickering with green grass, and he was holding on to the scimitar to kill forward.

Gu Hai held the Fu Shen stick tightly in his hand and shouted, "Who is here, and what grudge do I have against you?"

Stern questioning wandered through the long wilderness, and then with all his strength, he swung at the old man's fragile skull with the power of the mountain and sea and the power of the wind.

Along the way, the grass was carried up by the wind of the dancing sticks, and one by one scattered between the eyes of the two.

When a piece of grass fell from the eyes of the ancient sea, the old man disappeared out of thin air like a ghost.

After the Fushen stick shook the sky and roared, it was like a surging wind in the empty sky.

The old man seemed to be accompanied by the severe cold of thousands of years of ice and snow, and quietly showed the scimitar of the cold moon, and slashed away with murderous intent at the dead corner of Gu Hai's eyes.

Gu Hai only felt that terrifying feeling, which made every inch of hair stand on end, and even trembled twice!

He could only hang that heart in a feeling of fear, and let the moon-like scimitar spin towards him.

There was no way for him to escape!

On this line of life and death, the heavens actually spun out a whirlpool of air!

The whirlpool is like a wheel of thousands of years, and the ghost floats in front of you.

Gu Hai was overjoyed, although he didn't know why, but when he saw that there was a way to avoid, he jumped into the nearest whirlpool without thinking.

The old man's scimitar swept through the air like a silver moon, and his three-foot blade was swept out like a fishing boat.

The terrifying sword, under the blue sky, only cut off pieces of floating grass, and the figure of Gu Hai, just like the old man in the green cloth just now, magically disappeared.

"That kid has stepped into the Void God Realm?"

A sound of doubt floated from under the black veil, and the old man gritted his teeth and held the knife, and said in disbelief amid the sound of ghosts crying in the wind.

If Gu Hai's body fell into the soft water, in a trance, he was already standing on the cliff not far away.

The scene of sparring with Wang Xuan with chopsticks that day suddenly hit his mind, and this scene just now is really like what Wang Xuan said - the magic power of piercing space.

He's already in the Void God Realm?

Gu Hai also had a lot of questions in his heart, he didn't suffer any calamity, what was the reason for this?

But how could this battle of life and death leave him time to think?

The old man looked in his direction and shouted, "Thousand sails of the galaxy!"

After listening to his earth-shattering roar, if he emitted a demonic aura from hell, he rushed from behind him to the sky, covering the sky and the sun.

The black mist seemed to pass overhead, and the gaps revealed a little bit of light, like a galaxy rushing in the sky.

Under the galaxy, the knife in the old man's hand was wielded so fast that his eyes could not catch it.

The blade of the blade waved a blade by blade, like a white sail, spinning under the galaxy, as if there were thousands of fishing boats, sliding towards the key points of the ancient sea.

If you can't dodge this formidable move, it should turn into a puddle of flesh.

Faced with this terrifying move, Gu Hai had the intention of running away for the first time.

But now, he didn't even have the option to escape.

He was blown by the mountain wind, and he took the thousand sails of the galaxy in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and held the stick in both hands, making a dying struggle.

"White Tiger!"

His roar echoed in the mountains, the Fushen stick danced like a surging wind, a ball of white light sprinkled on a thousand white sails in the swing of the stick, and in the roar that shook his heart, the white light pounced into a fierce white tiger.

That's Qingbaishi's move!

The white tiger opened its bloody mouth like a hellish ghost, and its claws were like sharp blades, roaring and slaughtering under the starry sky.

But its body is as solid as a mineral rock, and under the sharp blade of a thousand sails, it is as thin as a piece of paper at the moment.

A few pieces of sharp canvas slipped through his body, and after the white tiger roared in the sky, it turned into a white light, as if floating away from the galaxy.

Gu Hai didn't want to rely on this trick alone to fight against the old man.

His body has already been ready, and the moment the white tiger's body is torn apart, it must be the safest time, and the place behind the white tiger must be the safest place.

As expected, he leaped under the ethereal galaxy, and his body instantly turned into nothingness, immersed in darkness.

Under the galaxy, if a meteor glides on a thousand sails, the mighty power of thousands of troops and horses, in his leap, can only cut a green mountain behind him into a thousand pieces of rock. Pieces of mountains and rocks, as if there is no strong wind, in the wind whistling to come, pieces of sliding down the mountain, in the earthquake of the earth, startled thousands of gravel, vast dust and smoke.

In this deafening sound, the ancient sea sprinkled the wisps of stars at the galaxy to the vast earth, and the stars fell like a white waterfall from the nine heavens, in a strict posture, like a thousand sharp blades, falling to the old man standing in the green grass.

That's the hateful building rat's first trick - Star Slash!

The old man arched his feet, not shocked or afraid, and after a sneer, he swung his blade in the sound of the ghost crying wind.

This blade swept out a silver moon in mid-air, and the silver moon shone with a light that seemed to cut everything off.

It was only a moment when the stars fell, and the silver moon slashed through the sky for a moment, and the old man had no time to stir up time in the grass, and he had already cut the stars that looked like thousands of blades into invisible and without a trace.

Before Gu Hai could be amazed in the hidden darkness, just halfway through his gaze, the vast black mist covering the sky and the sun above his head had turned into a palm the size of a mountain and a river, and his fingers were like several huge mountains colliding, clutching Gu Hai fiercely into the palm of his hand.

"What about stepping into the Void God Realm, even Wang Xuan's old man is not my opponent, what can you do?"

The voice of the old man in the green cloth was like the sound of dead wood screaming in the wind, but he was lying on his short body, and he made arrogant words.

There was darkness in front of Gu Hai's eyes, and it was clear that it was sunny, but there was no light. He listened to the old man's words, and only gritted his teeth and said, "Senior Wang Xuan was killed by you!

"Those who are about to die, they only need to hurry up and take their last breath of air, and if they can't ask the answer, they don't need you to ask!"

As long as the old man glared again, Gu Hai would be like a mosquito, and he would be killed by his mysterious powers.

At this time, the old man only had a sense of accomplishment in his heart, and this should be the tenth.

"Die!"

Just as his fierce words, like a sharp blade, were about to stab towards the ancient sea with the wind, on the green mountains behind him, there was a word against the wind, which suppressed the voice of his words: "That's the person this king has a crush on, let him go for me!"

The curiosity of the old man in Qingbu suddenly rose in his heart if the wind in the mountains struck. He turned his head to look, and through the black veil, he saw a man sitting on the top of a green hill, his eyes full of contempt, and even heaven and earth seemed to be disdainful of placing them between his eyes.

Looking more closely, he was wearing a dark satin robe, and a roaring dragon flew on the robe.

The man's head is raised to the sky, his feet are on the green rock, and his posture is like sitting on the throne, exuding the temperament that everything wants to bow down to him.

His eyes glared at the dragon, and then towards the old man, his lips lightly opened, revealing the words of command: "Say it again, that's the person the king has a crush on, put him down!"

His voice was not loud, but it was full of momentum, and if a dragon roared out of his mouth in the air, he couldn't even suppress the sound of ghosts crying and wind.

It had to be allowed to indulge in this desolate and barren mountain, constantly trembling and reverberating.

The old man in Qingbu was still not frightened, he only revealed the killing intent of the crescent moon knife and pointed at this person: "Who are you, I allow you to report your name before taking your last breath of air!"

His arrogant words, compared with this man, are as gentle as a spring breeze.

The man's eyes seemed to be at the level of the sky forever, and there was only a look of awe-inspiring waiting on his face.

"The dragon wins!"

As soon as these two words came out, if there was a rumbling thunder and roar in the sky, and if there was an infinite amount of lightning, it would flash between the mountains, rocks, grass and trees.

Even the peaks of the sky, many boulders, at this moment, were so frightened that they all fell from the peak, letting out a trembling roar.

Those two words, the name of the crown prince of the Dragon God Empire!

The old man of Qingbu didn't care, just snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, if you are an ordinary person, you should be scared off by your name." But for me, who is about to enter the coffin, it is just two ordinary words. ”

After speaking, he raised his knife, and a cold aura seemed to come out from under the veil: "If you don't make a move to resist, the Dragon God Empire will be destroyed!"

Before he finished speaking, the blade in his hand swept out a few blades of silver moon light, and slashed at Long Ying.

Long Ying was still full of contempt, disdainfully put the silver blade in his eyes, and said with his head held high: "Deal with you, this king, don't talk about hands, I won't even move my fingers!"

As soon as he whispered softly, the Heaven-Shaking Dragon Groan behind him resounded from behind him.

The vast void white qi, in this trembling sound, the immortal qi at Ruoyao Pond, wisps of it, instantly condensed into nine terrifying dragons in the wind.

As soon as the Nine Dragons appeared, the sea of clouds surged, and the thunder was endless. Lightning is like a fishing net, shining the heavens and the earth into light and darkness.

Under the momentum of the old man's silver moon, if there are only a few dry nights and a few thunders, the silver moon will be shaken into wisps of aura, and there will be no trace in the lightning flash.

The old man's lips turned white and his legs trembled. He only stared at the top of the mountain, and at the top of the mountain, dozens of dragon whiskers and dragon tails danced in the breeze, and nine thin white dragon bodies were staggered and circling.

The old man of Qingbu almost sat on the ground in fright, he only repeated in a trembling voice: "You actually have the power of the Dragon Dao, you actually have the power of the Dragon Dao!"

According to legend, the royal family of the Dragon God Empire is a descendant of the Heavenly Dragon Clan. Among the few of them, they have inherited the dragon's blood and possess the power of the dragon's way.

The old man of Qingbu gritted his teeth, thinking that he was just a nobleman who relied on his own power and was arrogant, but every time he thought about it, he actually had the power of the dragon road.

The old man of Qingbu gritted his teeth, if this was the case, even if he had ten lives, it would not be enough for these nine dragons to slaughter.

The Nine Dragons all glared into scarlet eyes, and the terrifying feeling of thousands of evil spirits struck them.

As soon as they moved again, a mighty hurricane came from the heavens and the earth, and the clouds dispersed, and after their posture, the downpour fell instantly.

On this day and here, the sound of ghosts crying and wind, the long howling of apes in the distance, coupled with the roar of the earth-shattering dragon, the green mountains were all shattered, and the rivers were rolled up to the sky.

At this time, this day, this heaven and earth, between heaven and earth, only this Nine Dragons dare to be so presumptuous!

The old man of Qingbu was about to be shattered by this terrifying voice, where did he still have the heart to kill Gu Hai? He only had the mind to escape.

In the trembling of his whole body, he once again unfolded his magical power of piercing space, and in the cracks in the skin of his whole body, he struggled into the whirlpool like annual rings.

The nine dragons only lifted up the mountain and wilderness, the entire land, and countless underground waters, where the sharp claws of the Nine Dragons roared past, surging out huge waves of several feet of white walls.

The black fog around Gu Hai has dissipated, and he has also come back alive from the ghost gate.

He only felt that in the past few days, he had met too many strong people.

The dragon jumped up, and the nine dragons took the initiative to lie at his feet, their bodies winding, letting him trample on them and take him to fly

He stood on top of the nine dragons, his head held high under the sky, his chest held high in the wind, and he proudly stretched out his palm to Gu Hai: "Gu Hai, this king has been looking for you for a long time, I will give you one, and be my servant!"

Gu Hai listened, held the Fu Shen stick in his hand, and arched his hand: "Thank you for the grace of Prince Long Ying for saving his life, as for the servant, forgive me!"

"What's the matter? Sooner or later, this king will dominate the world and be my servant, and he has wronged you?"

Long Ying stood on top of the Nine Dragons, his face held high, as if he was gloomy.

Gu Hai excused himself again and said, "I have decided to live in seclusion in the mountains with my wife Hua Ke, and no longer ask about the world. ”

"Wife, is that the dead woman hanging on the other side of the mountain?"

This unexpected sentence is like a long arrow piercing the heart, running through the heart of the ancient sea.

Gu Hai's eyes were blood-red, and he ran away, and even the mountains and rocks were blown down by the wind that passed by his body.

When he went to the place full of flowers, he saw Hua Ke closing his eyes peacefully, and his five bodies hanging down to the grass.

Her posture, like a butterfly that no longer flutters its wings, can fly out of the world where the ancient sea no longer has color.

Ape cries in the distance, and there are people crying miserably in the wind.

Gu Hai roared heartbreakingly, galloping through the desolate world, hugging Hua Ke's weak body tightly.

Tears are like a river of ice, and waterfalls fly in the cold sky.

Gu Hai pressed his face against her pale face, but the feeling was so cold.

She's cold, she's cold.

Long Ying stepped on the nine dragons, his eyes were still disdainful, he threw a rabbit head mask down on the grass, and said: "This is the thing that this king picked up when he came, and after you settle your personal affairs, this king will come to you again to be my servant." ”

With that, he galloped into the sky in a gust of wind, lightning and thunder.

Gu Hai's bloodshot eyes were about to burst, and his bloody mouth had been bitten out by himself, and he shouted angrily with his soul: "Hate the building!"

I saw that the clouds in the sky were all dissipated. The water in the distance is full of white waves.