"Your Highness, I'm late, it's really rude to wait for Your Highness, and I ask Your Highness for forgiveness......"

Entering the courtyard, Fan Wuji smiled all over his face, carefully placed the package in his hand on the ground, and then bent a ninety-degree waist towards Du Rui, bowed down, and kept apologizing.

Du Rui didn't speak, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and there was a very faint smile on his face, and at the same time, he shook his hand.

Fan Wuji was accustomed to Du Rui's silence, he knew that Du Rui was saying that it was okay, so he got up with a long smile, picked up the package on the ground, and took two steps forward, about three feet away from Du Rui, stopped, pulled the package apart, and took out the metal components inside one by one, so that Du Rui could see more clearly, and then put it back into the package.

Du Rui nodded, and Fan Wuji said with a smile.

"Fortunately, Your Highness, if you have any orders in the future, just say it, the grass people will not hesitate to go up the knife mountain and go down to the oil pot!"

The tone is impassioned, the expression is tragic and serious, as for how credible is it?

God knows.

At this time, Yue Yuan, who was standing beside Du Rui, snorted coldly.

The cold snort echoed in the open space of the abandoned house, the dust on the ground was not alarmed, the dragonflies on the leaves did not take off, the butterflies on the grass were still fluttering, and the wind was still slowly passing through the sunlight and through the abandoned courtyard.

However, the perception of the crowd was very different.

Fan Wuji, who was facing Yue Chong, only felt that the temperature had dropped sharply, and the sun was still dazzling, but it was no longer the kind of blazing dazzling, but a kind of cold that penetrated his heart, as if he was in an ice cellar that had been covered with snow for ten thousand years, and the cold was so cold that even if he lifted the true qi around his body, he couldn't resist it.

Standing on both sides of Du Rui, Scar Six and Yang Nan felt like they were different, and they both suddenly felt that the temperature had dropped sharply, as if they had come to a cold winter, and that kind of cold qi was wandering outside the body, and in an instant, it penetrated into the internal organs, which made people very uncomfortable.

Du Rui's feeling was different, but he felt that there was a sharp aura flashing on his side, like a sword.

"Who, come out ......"

Yue Chong snorted.

When the voice fell, Fan Wuji's whole body stiffened, and he fell to the ground all of a sudden, trembling.

Someone?

Du Rui knew the sea, and the golden fish jumped up and sprinkled a little golden light.

However, although the divine mind is strong, it does not have enough true qi to drive, and there is no more powerful method of use, so it cannot be visible at all, but it can only make the six senses more sensitive.

He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know where it came from.

Scar Six and Yang Nan pulled the horizontal knife from their waists out of the scabbard and looked around, but they were at a loss, in their field of vision, everything was as usual, the abandoned house was the same as usual, there was no change, and there was no one in sight.

"Here comes the sword!"

Yue Chong snorted.

The words fell, and his left hand raised his sword finger, raised it up, and waved it diagonally.

A silver light shot out from his waist, slashed towards the blank space in front of the courtyard wall on the right, flew halfway, but suddenly turned around, forming a zigzag, like a wandering silver snake, with a sneering sound, the sword light dragged behind like electric light, like the starlight left by a comet through the night, flashed in the courtyard, completely suppressed the brilliant sunlight.

The silver snake roamed in the not very wide courtyard, as if it was aimless, and it seemed to have a target, but the target kept swimming, like a little white rabbit scurrying for its life under the kiss of the snake.

It's just that in the eyes of everyone, this little white rabbit doesn't actually exist.

The eyes can't see it, but Du Rui has a feeling.

Because of one's own cultivation, divine thoughts cannot directly affect the material world, and must be involved with the human spirit, and the entanglement of qi and machine can have an effect, and it has no meaning for cold matter without spirituality. Now, his divine thoughts faintly felt a sudden change in the qi in the courtyard, under the induction of divine thoughts, Yue Chong's sword technique was a cold aura, cold and cold, and its target was a floating strange aura.

The strange aura wanders in the courtyard of the house, flickering and flickering, mainly secret, and if you are not careful, it will disappear, like a small fish swimming in the stone crevices of the stream, which is difficult for you to catch.

Yue Chong is a clever fisherman, and the sword he throws out and is controlled by his mind is the harpoon in the fisherman's hand, no matter how changeable that mysterious aura is, no matter how hidden it is, it can never escape Yue Chong's mental blockade.

Eventually, it did!

The sword qi and the mysterious aura meet on the left side of the courtyard, where there is an acacia tree, since the abandoned mansion as a base, Scar Six, who has a frivolous personality and reckless behavior, has another side to him, sometimes, he will take care of his favorite flowers and plants, and those who like it will specially carry well water from wells in other places to water, and those who don't like it will be left to fend for themselves.

Scar Six liked this acacia tree very much, and he often watered it, so it grew lush and vibrant.

There is no pollution in this world, the air is extremely good, there is no industrial dust in the atmosphere, and there is no haze, even if there is fog, the fog is just water mist, very clean, and even, you can swallow it in one gulp, and it will never make a stomach or anything. At this hour, there is naturally no fog, and the sun is falling from the sky unobstructed, shining on the leaves.

The leaves of the acacia tree shimmer with silver, as if they were made of silver.

The wind was blowing, and the leaves swayed slightly, shimmering with patches of silver.

"Click......"

The sound is very soft, like a bird breaking out of its shell.

This sound is not the sound of the material world, and it is not transmitted to everyone's ears by shaking the air to form sound waves, but directly resounding in everyone's sea of consciousness, which is a touch on the level of consciousness.

Time seemed to stand still.

The dragonfly stopped on the leaves, motionless, like a lifelike statue; The butterfly that had just left a wildflower and flapped its wings in the air stopped in the air, and the tentacles that swayed on its head quietly stopped swinging; Yang Nan pursed his lips and frowned, Scar Six opened his big mouth and his face was full of anxiety, Fan Wuji lay on the ground with a frightened face......

Du Rui felt the stagnation of time, but he also sensed the flow of time.

It's a mental delusion.

Time is like a long river, throughout the ages, many people have described it this way, in fact, time does not go from the past to the future, and does not flow, the reason why it flows is just a human feeling, a relative feeling.

Time has always been there, and human beings are in this three-dimensional world, with time and space as the intersection, so they don't know the truth of this time, just like if you live in the depths of the mountain, you have never been out of the mountain, and you don't understand the true appearance of the mountain.

The mind is contained in the true qi, and the high-level martial artist can also suppress the spiritual level of the low-level martial artist, which will make the other party have an illusion.

At this time, the three of Scar Liu, Yang Nan and Fan Wuji also fell into this situation, at this time, even if they were just children, they could easily kill these three people with a knife, and they would not react.

Du Rui's divine sense is extremely powerful, and he is born like this, so he cannot form a spiritual suppression of him, so he can sense the flow of time.

The sound of breaking shells disappeared, and under the acacia tree, there was an additional black spot.

It's like having two layers of paper, revealing the top layer, revealing the bottom layer, and the bottom layer is extremely dark.

The black dot spread rapidly, and in an instant, it turned into a black shadow.

It was a man in a black cloak, with a face hidden behind a black mask, a black hood over his head, and he was holding a black scimitar, somewhat like the black scythe in the hands of the Grim Reaper in Western legends.

The black scythe formed a black shadow, colliding with the silver dragon flying in the air under the acacia tree.

There was no sound, no sound, but the silver light and the black shadow dissolved into each other, as if swallowed by an invisible hidden* cave, and disappeared without a trace.

Du Rui's consciousness fell there, and it also collapsed.

Yes, it's like the entire space has collapsed, and even the divine consciousness can't escape.

However, Du Rui's divine sense was too strong, and in the sea of knowledge, the golden fish just flicked its huge tail lightly, and ten thousand points of golden light rippled, and it got rid of the uncomfortable feeling as if it was about to vomit blood.

At the same time, the acacia tree broke silently, not as if it had been violently destroyed or swept away by a hurricane, but as if it had been corroded by some mysterious thing, and it broke apart little by little and collapsed with a bang.

Then, the silver light froze, revealing its true face.

The three-foot long sword is like a pool of autumn water, flowing in the sun, the sharp qi disappears, but the murderous aura of Sen Han still exists.

At this moment, the guy in the black cloak suddenly disappeared, and the next moment, he appeared on the other side of the courtyard, next to an abandoned rockery.

"Here comes the sword!"

Yue Chong's expression was cold, and the sword fingers in his left hand were raised, and he was about to wave it.

At this time, the black shadow that looked illusory hurriedly waved his hand, and with this action, his figure was no longer illusory, no longer like a black shadow, just like a real person, no longer so mysterious.

"Huashan Sword Gate, as expected, is worthy of its name, and I have learned ...... below"

As the words fell, he clutched his chest and coughed sharply.

At this time, Fan Wuji, who was lying on the ground after getting rid of the coercion, hurriedly said.

"Your Highness, this one is the grass people's personal guard, he has no malicious intentions, he just wants to protect the grass people, and please Your Highness Haihan, don't be angry......"

Yue Chong didn't stop because of Fan Wuji's words, the long sword that was stagnant in the air glowed with silver light, and he was about to fly like that uninvited guest again, at this time, Du Rui raised his hand and whispered.

"Slow ......"

Listening to Du Rui's words, Yue Chong made a move, and the long sword flew back into his hand.

The shadow stopped coughing and bowed to Du Rui.

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

"Take your mask off and show me!"

Du Rui said softly, his eyes a little solemn.

"Face shields?"

The shadow asked rhetorically.

Du Rui nodded.

It was as if he had been immobilized by the method, and the shadow froze there, and there was no reaction for a long time.