Walking outside the city of war, Ye Qingmian had a new understanding of the story of Bai Qi in Murong Zhi's mouth. Huge blue bricks are piled up on the ancient city walls, and each brick is engraved with a name.

A little further away, you still can't see the end of the wall, which is said to be three kilometers wide and fills the gap between the two blades. When the distance had made it impossible for Ye Qingmian to see the name on the masonry, but the hustle and bustle of the city made him still feel the vivid past above.

Ye Qingmian sighed, in Murong Remember's opinion, this was a spectacle, but for some reason, he only felt endless sadness. He didn't want to understand Bai Qi's pain, but when the names came into view, he felt that he was deeply trapped in it.

Many of the names on the city wall have traces of being newly carved, and it is thought that Bai Qi re-engraved those names that have been sharpened by the years and are no longer clear.

Through the city gate, Ye Qingmian could still see the lively market and streets, which might be the happiest time for Bai Qi every day, but after a night, he would only be more miserable.

For countless years, he can't let go of others, and he can't let go of himself, but his heart is living in the past. At this moment, Ye Qingmian suddenly felt that Bai Qi might be very afraid of death. Because if he dies, no one will ever remember the people of Two Blades again.

Walking along the city wall for a while, Ye Qingmian's fingers kept running over the name of Qingshi, but unfortunately, he didn't know any of the words on it, but this couldn't stop Ye Qingmian from feeling the wail from the past.

However, Ye Qingmian suddenly saw that on a piece of bluestone not far away, there was a text engraved with him, which was a small poem.

The blood is full of bluestone crows and branches, and the empty city is the only one who is stupid.

The yellow sand iron armor is three thousand miles, and the Haoyue spear is a million corpses.

"Who wrote the kanji?"

"Ji Konglian wrote. ”

"Good poetry..."

As the controller of reincarnation, Bai Qi is an undoubted enemy, but they still have respect for each other. In the last reincarnation of Ji Konglian's leadership, knowing that his ambition was hopeless, Ji Konglian felt more and more powerless and heavy.

Perhaps in despair and pain, he understood some of Bai Qi's feelings, and during a tour of the Guardian City, Ji Konglian walked to the city of war alone, stood in front of the city wall for a long time, and then carved this poem. That time, Bai Qi didn't stop Ji Konglian from approaching, nor did he fight each other like before, as if he had never discovered her, he knew that she was leaving.

According to Murong Yi, all the guardians were standing far away at that time, ready for a big war at any time, and some people wanted to persuade Ji Konglian not to get into danger, but she didn't listen, and others didn't dare to rashly go under the walls of the war city, because it could already be regarded as a death line.

"Countless rounds of the dream world have passed, and this poem is still here, Bai Qi should also recognize Ji Konglian's love to a certain extent, but in terms of position, the two parties are destined to become friends. Murong didn't forget to say.

Ye Qingmian nodded, and sighed lightly again, if Bai Qi can't let go of the past, then everyone in the dream world can only be enemies.

Ye Qingmian raised his hand, and the powerful power of immaterial life revealed through his body. Murong was shocked in his heart, extremely worried that Ye Qingmian's behavior would be regarded as a provocation by Bai Qi, he didn't think that Ye Qingmian had the ability to compare with Bai Qi.

Immediately after, Ye Qingmian stretched out his finger and hovered on a few empty bluestone bricks, stumbling, and some fine bluestone chips fell.

Murong Buyi's eyes widened, he couldn't have dreamed that Ye Qingmian was destroying the city wall! At this moment, Murong Buyi clearly felt that an invisible gaze was locking on him.

I'm going to die! How similar is this feeling of being spied on and the feeling described by the ritual game after he first came to the real place! Murong didn't forget that he felt that he was going to be killed by Ye Qingmian, but then, he found that Ye Qingmian was not destroying, but using a powerful immaterial life to finger a knife, and carved words on it.

Words are not interconnected, but the emotions they contain are, with the immaterial life intensity of Bai Qi, the words can not be understood, but the emotions of the person who engraves the words can be seen through.

Now Murong didn't forget to just hope that Ye Qingmian would be merciful, don't write anything like 'Ye Qingmian is here', then the two of them are really immortals who can't be saved.

When Ye Qingmian finished writing the first few words, Murong did not forget that his heart was lifted in an instant and finally let go, and his life was saved...

Continuing to read, Murong was a little surprised, he didn't expect that what Ye Qingmian wrote casually seemed to be very beautiful, sad and poignant.

When Ye Qingmian put away his pen, Murong did not forget that he had forgotten the threat around him, and he was a little caught in the pain of words.

Yesterday's laughter is now old, and it has been ethereal.

The lonely city is silent, and the once night and night are now illuminated.

The remnants of hatred and hatred are fluttering, forever locked on the bluestone.

The death knell is endless, crime and punishment, when will the two-edged spring breeze bloom?

Murong didn't forget to carefully savor the words carved by Ye Qingmian, "Is this a poem?"

"It's not. Ye Qingmian turned his head and looked at Bai Qi behind Murong who did not forget, "It's a poem, Yu Meiren." ”

"It's good. Murong didn't forget to nod, and involuntarily took two steps forward, close to the city wall to take a closer look.

Between the lines, Ye Qingmian is lamenting, lamenting that the prosperous two-bladed city of the past is no longer there, and the laughter and laughter of that time are now as ethereal as the clouds in the sky.

The lonely pond is empty, and Bai Qi is alone, so he can only continue to take care of the past in the past at night to relieve his sorrows. The tormented and shattered heart has no home, and can only wander with hatred, forever staying on the millions of names of the bluestone of the two city walls.

If the one in the Death Knell Tower had been immersed in self-punishment for the sins of the past, the war with the Dream World would never stop, and the city of Two Blades would never have its own tomorrow.

Murong didn't remember that he hadn't been exposed to words too much, but that didn't affect his ability to feel the charm of this style and words. Unexpectedly, Ye Qingmian, who had exhausted the tricks in his eyes, also had such a side.

"I didn't expect you..."Murong didn't forget to look back with emotion, and halfway through his words, he was choked back, because he suddenly saw Bai Qi!

Murong didn't forget that he was quite moved just now, and now he didn't dare to move. Ye Qingmian beside him was also very nervous, after all, Bai Qi had a good reputation, and he was a killer. In the face of such a person, no pressure is fake.

Ye Qingmian didn't know what to say next, just looked at Bai Qi, and Bai Qi looked at Ye Qingmian's words, Murong didn't forget that he didn't dare to look at Bai Qi, so he kept staring at Ye Qingmian's back, and the three of them froze in this strange silence.

"You don't understand. Bai Qi spoke, the language was incomprehensible, but for two people whose non-material life strength was at the peak, it was not difficult to understand each other's meaning, and even Murong Forgetfulness could understand it.

"Because I'm not another you. Ye Qingmian said.

"The other one, are you okay?" asked Bai Qi.

Ye Qingmian frowned slightly, shook his head slightly, and sure enough, he couldn't communicate normally with mentally abnormal people, "Even if everyone in the dream world dies, you won't really let go, because you will always live in the past." All that awaits you is destruction. ”

"That's fine. Bai Qi turned around and looked in the direction of the Guardian City and said leisurely.

Ye Qingmian listened to the noise in the war city gradually subsided, thinking that the cold reality inside had returned, and it was time for him to leave.

Ye Qingmian looked at Murong and didn't forget, then looked at Bai Qi's back and said, "I have never liked to give charity and mercy, and the survival of the dream world has nothing to do with me. But I can help you remember the names on the wall, and I'll be back. ”

Murong didn't forget to find that after Ye Qingmian finished speaking, he actually saw a smile on Bai Qi's cold side face!

"Let's go, take me to the grave. Ye Qingmian said to Murong without forgetting. And the moment Murong didn't forget to leave Bai Qi, he had already disappeared.

Murong didn't forget to breathe a sigh of relief, and said to Ye Qingmian with admiration, "You are not a good person, but you can be regarded as a good person, and it is very good that you can still maintain that calm in the face of Bai Qi." ”

"I'm going to say I was scared just now, do you believe it?" Ye Qingmian said with a smile.

"Everyone has fear, and it's rare to face it calmly. Murong didn't forget to say, and directly began to write the teleportation array of the Blue Water God Pattern on the spot.

Ye Qingmian walked up and soon appeared next to the tomb in the forbidden area of the Reincarnation Temple. This trip to the City of War only lasted two days, but Ye Qingmian felt as if a long time had passed, and he was a little homesick.

"By the way, can you tell me why Bai Qi was laughing just now?" Murong didn't forget to ask.

"Because of remembering, because of recognition, because there will be another person who will tell the story of Two Edges to others in the future, because there will be someone for him to let the millions of people in the past live in their memories. ”

Murong Bu was still a little incomprehensible, "Is this matter so important to Bai Qi?"

"You can ask him. Ye Qingmian said.

"But why are you doing this?" Murong didn't forget to ask curiously.

Ye Qingmian showed a complicated smile, looked at the direction of the Two Blades Mountain, and said lightly, "Because in this way, Bai Qi can rest assured that he will die in battle." ”

Murong didn't forget to shudder, he really regretted asking such a sentence just now. If Bai Ji hears it, he will be killed...

Ye Qingmian was not worried, "He won't mind, maybe I can put it another way, I'm helping him not to be afraid of death, because the things he values most will not disappear with his death." ”

"Don't you think this reincarnation is chaotic enough?" Murong said helplessly.

Ye Qingmian said a little tiredly, "In the dream world, the hidden fourth party has appeared, and there is no way to make it more chaotic." ”

"Fourth party?" Murong was stunned, "Who is the third party?"

"I found you to be quite good at chatting. Ye Qingmian clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and said.

Murong didn't forget to laugh suddenly, how could he still not understand Ye Qingmian's meaning just now, "Let's do it to each other." ”

Ye Qingmian returned to the grave and slowly entered the dream.

Murong didn't forget to ask who the fourth party was, because it had nothing to do with him. If you're still in the position of Overseer, I'm afraid it won't be so easy.

Qiyu, Bai Didi, Ye Qingmian, the fourth party, and Bai Qi, this chaotic reincarnation is a whirlpool of conspiracy and death, now that I think about it, it is not a bad thing that I am now reduced to the city of war to survive.

As for the Xuan Jia sleeping skeleton that caused all this, Murong Cheng was already a little confused about whether he had harmed himself or was saving himself.