"This is Moyuan Mountain."

The goshawk was hovering in the sky, and Moyuan Mountain stood tall in front of him, like a sword piercing into the sky for nine days.

He stood at the foot of the mountain, dressed in black, with a sword in his arms. This is the second time he has come to Moyuan Mountain, the first time he came was also late autumn, the winding mountain path was covered with bright yellow fallen leaves, and the beasts in the forest were scurrying around, not afraid of people at all. At that time, he was still a half-grown child, and there were many people who came with him, including energetic old men, young men who walked like flying, and guards in armor and swords. The old man was his teacher, and those dressed in black and white called him Juzi, and the young man was his friend and the next Juzi, and the guards dressed in the green dragon were very respectful to him.

Now, these people are gone, and he is the only one on the mountain road.

It had just rained, the fallen leaves on the ground were fragrant, the forest wind blew a cold gust, and the black shoes fell on the yellow fallen leaves. Tracing the memories of thirty years ago, follow this path all the way to the White City.

The goshawk kept hovering overhead, that was the eye of the White City, and no one could escape its tracking. He didn't intend to avoid it, his steps became faster and faster, and the shadows of the trees on both sides fell sharply backwards, and a sharp whistling sound sounded in the woods.

He paused under a towering ancient tree, holding his sword and looking around. After the whistling, the forest was utterly quiet, and the birds scurried up from the trees, their wings flapping down a flutter of rain on his shoulders and on the hilt of his sword in his bosom.

A fallen leaf floated down from a tree, three ants carried a grass seed past his feet, and a mountain toad hid in the grass with its eyes puffed out. The fallen leaves fell to the ground, and the ants entered the grass, and at that moment, the mountain toad spit out its long tongue and rolled it violently, rolling the three ants into its stomach along with the grass seeds.

All this fell into his eyes.

"Bang!"

There was a strange sound of wind above his head, and instead of looking up, he stretched out his hand holding his sword and grabbed at the tree pole, his thick fingers sinking into the uneven holes of the tree, and he rose from those holes, and his body scurried upward, like a black snake wrapped around the tree, light and dangerous.

"Bang bang."

There was a sound of gold and iron handover, and the man in black and white clothes fell from the sky, and the mountain toad hiding in the grass did not have time to dodge, and was sat down by the man.

He jumped down from the canopy, and was about to hit the ground, his toes rubbed against the tree, and his body flew out a few feet, and pointed the tip of his sword at the throat of the man dressed in black and white, and the sword was still unsheathed.

"Boom!"

A series of voices rang out from all directions, and people dressed in black and white clothes emerged from the trees and grass, slowly approached him, and surrounded him.

He took a few steps back and retreated into the encirclement, all of them looking at him and the sword in his hand. At this time, the sword had been drawn two inches, revealing the inscription above the sword and a plum blossom.

The inscription is only four words, and it is not attacked.

He put his sword back in his sheath and went along the path, and the man in black and white was like water, and no one stopped him. The mountains and forests were quiet again, and even the goshawk was gone.

At the end of the path was a cliff, and a strong wind blew the corners of his robe and hair, and he stood in front of a stone that was half black and half white, and the words on it were also half black and half white - ink.

The road will never end.

The path is endless, the ropeway rises again, in front of it is a ropeway, a ropeway from the bottom to the top, half in the sky, half in the sea of clouds, eight ropes as thick as an arm fall from the sky, one end is tied to the majestic city, the other end is tied to the cliff, the rope is paved with wood, thicker than the waist. It looked sturdy, but as soon as I stepped on it, the whole ropeway began to tremble, trembling in the clouds.

The sea of clouds is very wet, the wood is slippery, and walking on it will either ascend to heaven or fall into the abyss, and it is said that there is a black river under this ropeway, and countless bones are soaked in it. He walked slowly, but rhythmically, and every step was steady, and the distance between the steps was no more than no less.

"This is the White City."

After walking the ropeway, his whole body was soaked, as if he had been fished out of the water, and instead of twisting the dripping corners of his clothes, he raised his head and looked at the rainbow not far away.

The rainbow hung on the city, it was a majestic city, it was built on the top of the Moyuan Mountain, the whole body was white, it looked like a huge white jade. There were no towers on the walls, but there were countless tall puppets, some of which resembled people, some of them looked like beasts, and some of them did not look like four. Whatever they resemble, they are powerful, and anyone who wants to desecrate the city will appreciate the power of fire and water, which can burn in water, and water that freezes in fire. This is the most difficult city in the world to attack.

There are no gates in the White City.

He paused under the walls.

"Bang bang ......"

The mechanism on the wall was wringing, and the loud sound shook the heavens and the earth, and even the rainbow seemed to vibrate. With the twisting of the mechanism, the city wall slowly decreased, no, it was not that the city wall was shortened, but that there was another wall on the city wall, and the wall descended from above, slowly sinking into the ground, revealing a huge stone platform.

There were five hundred men and five hundred horses on the stone platform, and the horses were tall war horses, they might be white or black, but now they were all dyed black and white, and the horsemen on their backs were dressed in black and white armor, and they wore iron helmets on their heads, and their faces were covered with visors, and a thousand eyes looked at him in unison, and he had no doubt that if someone in the city gave an order, these black and white waves would roll him into flesh.

"Welcome to Baicheng."

A black and white knight rode down the stone platform, came to him, and raised the horse to his feet, and the horse neighed, and raised its front hooves high, which swayed in front of the tip of his nose.

He didn't move.

Walking up to the stone platform, there is a plum blossom carved in the center, and he is standing on top of the plum blossom. The loud sound began to sound again, and the walls slowly rose, and the stone platforms rose upwards to the top of the walls. The rainbow is overhead, as if it can be caught.

Escorted by five hundred black and white horsemen, he came to the interior of the White City, and as far as he could see, it was really a great city, the streets were clean and tidy, the stone houses were scattered, and the pedestrians came and went, men and women, old and young, without exception, all dressed in black and white, here, only black and white, and even the trees beside the stone houses were painted black and white. It's a pity that the rainbow and the sky can't be dyed black and white, he thought to himself.

The tallest building in the city is in the middle of the castle, with three floors and looks like a pagoda, with a stone staircase at the entrance, which is also half black and half white. When he came, the knights did not protect him anymore, and he climbed to the top of the stairs alone.

Someone was waiting for him above.

The man stood underneath the sculpture, and there were two sculptures, a black and white flower on the left, and a sword on the right, the shape of which was exactly the same as the sword he was holding in his arms, and the flower on the wrist of the man was exactly the same as the sculpture flower. It was a woman, dressed in a long lilac dress, with her long waterfall-like hair draped behind her back and hanging down to the crook of her legs. So far, she's the only color in the city.

"Uncle Shi."

The woman owed him a debt.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Tonghua."

The woman smiled gently, her eyes fixed on her toes.

"Tonghua, Tongzi Fanghua, a nice name."

He held his sword and nodded.

Hearing the words 'Tongzi Fanghua', the woman was stunned for a moment, a trace of confusion flashed in her beautiful eyes, and there was still a little pain. Yes, she is Tonghua, and she has returned to Moyuan Mountain.

Tonghua led him towards the pagoda-like building, where rows of black and white armor soldiers stood on either side, helmets piercing armor, and swords hanging from their waists. Tonghua's steps were extremely light, he walked without making a sound, and even his long hair hanging down on the crook of his leg did not shake. Walking through the pavilions, rockeries, houses, corridors, the buildings inside are beautiful, but he doesn't squint, and Tonghua doesn't speak. Coming to the innermost imposing hall, Tong Hua paused.

"Uncle Shi, please come in, Shizun has been waiting for a long time."

Tonghua stood at the door with his hands down.

He walked in with his sword in his hand.

The hall was very bright, the windows were shining, the black and white candlesticks were burning, the capitals and the niches were also beating, the white avenue led to the high platform, and on both sides of the avenue were two trickles, one black and one white, and the flowing water tinkled and tinkled.

"You're finally here."

A majestic and indifferent voice sounded from the high platform, on which sat a man in white, with his back to him. The walls of the temple were black, deep black.

He didn't speak, he walked on the white avenue with his sword in his hand, his steps treading the rhythm of flowing water, and also stepping on the runes on the ground one after another, he walked very carefully, as if these runes were flood monsters, and if he didn't pay attention, he would be swallowed by them.

"Should I call you Song Rang or Yin Rang? Or, Marquis Yin? My junior brother. ”

The man in white turned around slowly, with a childish face, unable to tell his age, his long snow hair was scattered over his shoulders, and his gentle eyes flashed with sharpness from time to time.

"If you were Song Rang, I should have killed you, if you were Yin Rang, I should call you a senior brother, if you were Yin Hou, then you would have died a long time ago. Shizun said that your disguise technique is unique in the world, even stronger than Shizun, and of course better than me. Now, I don't recognize you. ”

The man in black didn't speak, he stopped in front of the three runes, sweat rolling on his forehead. The sound of gurgling water rushed at this moment, as if the pearls and jades were splashed on the plate one by one, and the jingling sound seemed to urge him to make a choice as soon as possible.

"It's been thirty years, and you've forgotten this path, so what are you going to do when you come back?" The man in white said lightly.

The man in black said: "I brought back the black and white sword. ”

"Black and white swords? If you don't have a black and white sword, you can't enter the White City. Walking through the 'ink' word stone, you will roll into the black river, stay in the black river for a lifetime, and be crushed under the white city for the rest of your life. ”

The voice of the man in white became weaker and weaker, but the sound of flowing water became more and more urgent, and the road engraved with runes suddenly shook, and those runes began to change their positions rapidly, and the man in black was in it, as if he was caught in the furious waves of the wild sea.

The sound of "poof" was like a blister bursting, which was extremely slight, but the heavens and the earth were changing, and the feet were suddenly light, and the man in black fell into the bottomless abyss.

"Ugh."

A sigh.