Unconsciously, Mu 18 and Ming monks have been away from Shushan for a month, the autumn colors have gradually receded, and the winter has gradually become stronger.

Ming stood under the plane tree, and saw that the last leaf on the tree could not withstand the cold of the winter wind, and finally slid down to the ground with the wind.

Ming picked up the leaves and looked at them carefully, the sycamore leaves were yellow, and the texture was blurred and lifeless.

Ming said with emotion: "One year old and one withered, what joy is life, and what is sadness when death?" Put the leaf in your hand, spread out your palm and let the wind blow away.

Mu Eighteen watched quietly from the side. Seeing the wind taking away the leaves, I couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Monk, looking at the situation of this leaf, I think of myself, I am not the same as it, I don't know who I am, I don't know where to go, just like this fallen leaf, with the wind in the west and east." ”

Ming smiled when he heard Eighteen's words: "Isn't this good, what kind of life do you want to live?"

Mu Eighteen pouted and thought for a while: "I think I still don't like it, I don't know what I'm living for, I have no direction and purpose, just like this sycamore leaf, I don't know why I came, and I don't know where to go?"

Ming stopped, and suddenly looked at Mu Shibai compassionately: "Maybe, one day, you know who you are? ”

Ming turned around and asked again, "Eighteen, how is the Heavenly Realm Exercise you have cultivated?"

Mu Eighteen blushed and said: "Just past the first layer, the second layer of the imperial object is not good, but it doesn't matter, can't I control my wooden sword?"

Monk Ming didn't pay attention to Dao Mu Eighteen's blushing and said: "The second layer of imperial objects can control all kinds of things, whether it is your wooden sword, I think your wooden sword is definitely not a mortal thing." ”

Mu Eighteen drew his sword and handed it to the monk and said, "Do you say it's it, it's just a broken wooden sword, I can't see any difference." ”

The monk took the sword, looked up and down, and said, "This wood looks like a wooden sword, but it only looks like it on the outside, but it is not like this, it is not made of wood, but it is made of a rare and rare material, but I still can't think of that kind of material." ”

When Mu Eighteen heard the monk say this, he casually took out the black book behind him and said, "What do you think is the origin of this book?"

When the monk took the book, it was black and there was no title on it, which was very strange.

When he opened the book, there were a few pieces of white paper, and there were no black words, and the monk felt even more strange: "Why is there no word in eighteen." Mu 18 said in a low voice: "There are no words in the first place, but there are words when I need to read them." ”

Monk Ming was silent for a moment and said: "The wordless book is issued at will, and the little monk really hasn't heard of it." ”

Mu Eighteen, who was walking in front, said disapprovingly, waved his right hand on his head, and said extremely chicly: "Monk, don't talk about these haves and don'ts, it's confusing, we have been flying for a long time, can we find a place to eat, this is true." ”

Monk Ming smiled and said, "If you hadn't said that you were tired of flying, come down and rest, you would have crossed this river of tears and gone to a hotel in front to rest."

When Mu Eighteen heard this, he walked to the river in front of him, only to see the big river in front of him, the fog was hazy, very wide, and he couldn't see the opposite side.

Although it is a river, I see the wind on the river and the waves against the waves. There was turmoil, and there was something black, like the shadow of a bird's wing, that quickly moved from one end to the other on the water.

Mu Eighteen was a little suspicious: "Monk, what is the origin of this river, how does it look a little evil, and why does it have such a strange name?"

Ming heard Eighteen's inquiry and replied: "This river is also more than 10,000 years old, it comes from a story, and I don't know if it's true or not." Ming's words aroused Eighteen's curiosity and said, "What a story, let's hear it." ”

Ming regretted saying so much, and Mu Eighteen was curious, so he could only continue: "This story is recorded in our Fengguo book, if you want to hear it, I will tell it to you." ”

About 10,000 years ago, when it wasn't Wing City across the river, it was a group of Wing people living together, and the daughter of the leader of the Wing People was a smart and sensible girl.

Once the girl rescued an injured and unconscious man on the road. Brought back to the tribe and helped the boy heal, and after a long time, the two fell in love.

The neighbors of the tribe were also very fond of the boy, so they agreed to let the boy marry his girl.

Originally, this story ended here, but I didn't expect that boy to be the Emperor of Heaven's alien beast Xue Xiao. Because of the fight with the demon beasts that caused chaos in the mortal world, he was injured and fell into the mortal world.

The matter of the snow whistling beast spread to the heavenly realm, and the emperor of heaven knew that Xue Xiao had married a woman from the lower realm, so he couldn't help but be furious, and sent someone to arrest Xue Xiao the day before the wedding, and wanted to punish him with heavenly thunder.

Who knew that the woman was also a person of great affection, in order to save her lover, she actually sacrificed her three souls and two souls to the demon king, and cultivated the earth and demons to the heavenly realm to save the strange beast Xue Xiao.

The woman actually didn't know what happened to her cultivation of magic, and where she was the opponent of the heavenly realm.

However, Xingjun, who was next to the Emperor of Heaven, helped Xue Xiao intercede and suggested that Xue Xiao be given a way to live. The Emperor of Heaven agreed that as long as Xue Xiao killed the girl with his own hands, he could let him go.

Mu Eighteen interjected when he heard this: "I don't think the alien beast Xue Xiao will definitely do this. ”

Monk Ming shook his head and said, "No, it's not what you think. ”

Because the strange beast Xue Xiao actually agreed, defeated the girl in the heavenly realm, and killed the girl.

The girl was dead, and she couldn't complain, and the resentment condensed into a heavy rain, which fell for three months and three days, and merged into this great river, and the birds could not fly, and the boats could not walk. Because of the tragic story, people called this river the River of Tears.

Mu Shiba's eyes lit up, and he said with some hatred: "This Xue Xiao killed his beloved for his own life, not to mention that girl also saved his life and was his life-saving benefactor." ”

Monk Ming nodded and agreed: "Yes, a girl turned into a demon and came to be her lover, but she was killed by her lover. ”

Mu 18 then asked, "Later, what happened to that Xue Xiao, if I see him, I will definitely help that girl poke him twice." ”

Monk Ming shook his head and said that I haven't heard of this since, and Xue Xiao has never appeared again, some people say that the Emperor of Heaven let him guard the gate of the underworld, some people say that he knows that he committed suicide knowing the depth of his sin, and some people say that the Emperor of Heaven thinks that he has been exempted from the death penalty, and the living crime is inescapable, so he washed away the memory of his previous life and returned to the mortal world to experience.

Mu Eighteen was a little angry and said: "It is absolutely impossible for him to commit suicide, this greedy person who is afraid of death, it is estimated that he is hiding there and does not dare to see people." ”

Monk Ming put his hands and ten words: "Amitabha, this thing happened 10,000 years ago, whether it is as legendary or not is unknown, after all, the time is so long." ”

Mu 18 said: "Monk, according to what you mean, don't we have to take a detour, can we fly over from above?"

Monk Ming smiled and said: "I don't know, I haven't walked through, you see that there is no boat and no Baidu people, you can only fly over, cultivators are not mortals should be able to pass." ”

Mu Eighteen smiled and said, "I was scared by what you said." "Saying that he held the sword trick in his hand, stepped on the wooden sword, and flew into the air.

Monk Ming smiled embarrassedly, and as Mu Eighteen also rushed to the sky, he said: "I am terrified, so I am discouraged, it is the little monk who misled the donor." ”

When Mu Eighteen saw the strange river water, he didn't worry about it, but he was still a little panicked in his heart, and he deliberately flew much higher than before.

The waves of the river rolled rapidly, stirring up from both sides, and the two waves hit each other, slamming out waves of several hundred meters, and covered the head and face of the monk Mu Eighteen and Ming.

This blow came unexpectedly, and Mu Eighteen was dizzy and fell directly from the wooden sword.

Xin Hao's wooden sword is a psychic treasure, and it also flew under Mu Eighteen's waist with a sharp turn, blocking the power of Mu Eighteen's fall, and Mu Eighteen continued to force, his right hand held the hilt of the sword, his waist was forced, and he raised his body and stood on the wooden sword.

After standing up, Mu Eighteen raised his eyes to look around to find the monk, there was river water everywhere, and he was busy in vain, and he didn't see the monk's figure, and he didn't know whether he was wrapped in the river by the huge waves or was blown out.

However, there was a different change on the surface of the water, the river swirled, and a whirlpool appeared, from which huge columns of water, each dozens of meters wide, shot out from the surface of the water.

Mu Eighteen drove the wooden sword to shuttle and dodge on this water column, and the water column sprayed so high that it exceeded Mu Eighteen's thoughts, and the clouds with low clouds were scattered by the beating.

Mu Eighteen was also not ambiguous, the sword trick was recited, the speed increased, and every time when the water column was about to hit him, he dodged left and right, turning the danger into a disaster.

The wind blew in the air, and the whirlpool of the river gathered in three places, and the water column became three huge combined shapes.

From a distance, the water seems to be sucked into the air, coiled upward, and the wind blowing above it forms three tornadoes.

Three tornadoes surrounded Mu Eighteen, and they swept in, like twisting a twist flower, gradually approaching Mu Eighteen, bound to wrap him in.

Mu Eighteen had no choice but to take out the black book behind him and see if there was any way to crack it.

When the black book is opened, when there is a crisis, Mu Eighteen will open the black book and a spell will appear, and a spell will appear, Mu Eighteen hurriedly remembered it in his heart and silently read it.

The wooden sword began to change, the sword body became wider, larger and softer, like a banana leaf wrapped Mu Eighteen up, wrapped from head to toe, like an awl, flying towards a column of water, trying to break through one of the water curtain walls and leave.

The wooden sword wrapped Eighteen and pierced into the water column, and the three water columns also twisted together in time.

The penetrating power of the wooden sword was resisted by the surrounding wall of water, and the power was disintegrated, and the wooden sword carried the wooden eighteen in the water column.

Mu 18 felt that he was spinning, his head was dizzy, and his heart was very nauseous, if he hadn't held back strongly, he would have vomited a long time ago.

The wooden sword led him down little by little, and finally circled in the water, circled down, and fell into the river with a thud.