The sea is vast and boundless. A small boat, swaying in the wind and rain waves.

It's really just a small boat, a small one, and it can only accommodate two people.

One black, one white. One bow and one stern, but there seem to be thousands of mountains and thousands of rivers in the middle, but for some reason, they have to be maintained together.

The black hair in black clothes is crazy and evil, as if wrapped in the dark night, revealing the publicity in the darkness, and the silver hair in white clothes has a gentle face, as if bathed in the spring breeze, warm and warm but hidden indifference.

Two people who are very different, two people who are very different temperaments.

No one knew when the boat had appeared, as if it had been there all along, swaying in the wind and rain. It was as if it appeared out of thin air and suddenly appeared.

However, it is such a small boat, on the rough sea, with the ups and downs of the waves, and even more than once dangerous, but in the end it can turn the danger into a disaster and continue to drift with the waves on the sea.

The reason why I say drifting is because there are no sails or oars on this boat!

Sunrise and sunset, day after day.

No one knows how long these two men have been adrift on this small boat, and occasionally there are big boats passing by, which will always regard them as survivors of a shipwreck, and can't help but want to help, but they are always rejected by the man in black clothes and black hair in a vicious voice: "No!"

After leaving the stiff two words, this Ye Xiaozhou will suddenly become an arrow off the string, as if there is an invisible big hand supporting it below, splitting the waves, suddenly moving away, and disappearing from the field of vision in a blink of an eye!

So much so that for a long time, among the fishermen who went out to sea, word of mouth spread that there was a small boat carrying black and white impermanence drifting on the sea, specifically hooking the soul of a single fisherman!

The boat, which had no slurry, no sails, no fresh water, and no dry food, had been drifting on the sea, and the two people on board had never been thirsty or hungry, as if they had just boarded the boat.

The sun rises and sets, the moon rises and sets, day after day, ten days, twenty days, a month, two months...... This small boat seems to have become an eternity in the sea.

Occasionally, he would catch up with a violent storm, and the long sword with simple patterns in the hand of the man in black was like a needle of the sea god, nailing this small boat firmly to the crest of the undulating waves.

At this time, a thin layer of golden light will be diffused between the fingers of the man in white, enveloping the boat and the two people in the boat from the wind and rain.

It's just that as time goes by, the expressions on the faces of the two people have gradually become anxious from the calm at the beginning.

Finally, the man in white couldn't help but speak: "Don't you have the slightest impression?"

The man in black frowned: "I only remember that the last place where the mysterious lotus island disappeared should be not far from the Holy Maiden Island where she used to stay......"

The man in white asked again, "Then how did you get into the seven-colored lotus?"

The man in black was a little crazy: "I said I didn't know! I didn't know! At that time, I didn't even know who was behind my back, and I was ......."

His expression became a little unnatural, and he said vaguely for a while: "In short, I passed out after falling from the cliff, and when I woke up, I should have been on the seven-colored lotus island you said." ”

The man in black thought for a moment and added, "At that time, my eyes were injured and I couldn't see anything. But I don't understand, is there only one passage from the human realm to the cultivation realm?"

"Of course not," the man in white said, "It's just that the land of the extreme north, the place where the six realms are connected in the Empty Mountain, has been destroyed by you, and I can't help it." ”

The face of the man in black suddenly looked a little ugly: "That's not to blame you!"

The man in white seemed unwilling to argue with the other party on this issue, so he directly bypassed the other party's topic and continued: "The reason why the girl entered the Qilin Peak of the cultivation realm in her previous life was because her snow transformation Zen clothes were stranded in the cultivation realm, and now that there is no snow transformation Zen clothes, there will naturally be no passage. And I'm ......"

He sighed: "Not only the true qi you have, but also the power of the Heavenly Dao as a protector of the Heavenly Dao, will always be suppressed from time to time, otherwise I wouldn't have found you......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the man in black opposite: "What did you say? Why do you want me to stand by and watch the girl?"

The man in white said, "Then you tell me, where is the seven-colored lotus island where you met the girl?"

"I-" The man in black stammered, staring at the man in white across from him, speechless.

Then he seemed to be caught up in the memories of the past, the expression on his face gradually softened, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly, revealing a doting color that he himself could not detect.

At that time, I was cold, rejecting people thousands of miles away, just like the ancient sword in my hand, with my edge exposed, and I always looked like I was not close to anyone. But that girl was so innocent, kind and beautiful, and little by little it melted the layer of ice outside his heart.

This is the fate destined in the previous life, but it's a pity......

The man in black's gaze suddenly became gloomy, and he unconsciously looked into the arms of the silver-haired man in white opposite.

In the arms of the silver-haired man in white opposite, there was a golden light, condensed into the shape of a lotus flower, and the layers of petals were closed, and the most central thing was the girl who firmly tied his heart!

More than once, he asked the man in white on the other side to ask the dignitaries, but he was rejected by the other party: "You only have the internal strength of an ordinary martial artist in the human world now, and you don't have the true qi of a cultivator, how can you protect her?"

The man in white paused, with firmness in his peaceful eyes: "What will happen in the future, it is better to leave it to this girl to decide, now, you and I just need to work together to save her!"

The man in black stopped talking again.

In silence, a small boat continues to drift on the sea, and the sea and sky are like frozen scenery.

I don't know when it began, the air around the boat was like a glass of milk suddenly poured into clear water, and wisps of white mist floated around like a light yarn torn into pieces!

It's foggy!

It used to be a clear sky, but suddenly it was foggy!

I don't know when the sun disappeared into the clouds, and the clouds turned into leaden gray at some point, faintly revealing blue and black lines, like charms!

But in an instant, the mist became thicker, and from the wisps of white yarn, it became a mass of dirty white cloth, and in the blink of an eye, it changed into ghost hands.

The reason why I say dirty is because the fog is no longer completely white, but has more blue-black lines like clouds in the sky, and at first glance it seems to be stained.

The silver-haired white-clothed man's face changed suddenly, and even the golden light in his arms seemed to be suppressed in an instant, he was so anxious that sweat oozed from his forehead, and shouted to the black-clothed man opposite: "Night Flow, hurry!"

The black-haired man on the opposite side also changed his face, and almost without thinking, he held the ancient sword in his hand in his hand, and waved it casually, and the white mist mixed with blue-black lines was a swing!

It was as if countless ghost hands had been cut off at the same time, and in the thick mist, there was a faint sound of ghost crying, like crying and complaining, as if there was endless grief and grievance, penetrating through the human eardrum and drilling into the brain, and then condensing into countless trumpet ghost claws, stirring back and forth in the human brain!

The man in black had a pale face, and the ancient sword in his hand seemed to be stained with a layer of faint purple, and the brilliance loomed in an instant, and the sharp aura of the ancient sword skyrocketed instantly, almost a long time!

Another sword was slashed out, and a thick white mist suddenly appeared in a passage, and the boat under the feet of the two of them followed the passage like an arrow from the string, moving forward!

The man known as "Night Wanderer" was dressed in black without wind, and his long black hair also flew up towards the back of his head, revealing a slightly pale and thin face, and his eyes were dark and deep, as if there was a cold flame beating in them.

The purple streamer crossed, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, almost in the blink of an eye, and the thick fog around it was divided into pieces, and in a blink of an eye, it turned out to be a wisp of light yarn again, and then it dissipated without a trace in the blink of an eye!

The moon, on the other hand, hung high in the deep blue night sky like a silver platter.

The two of them were shocked, but they were surprised almost at the same time: from the fog that emerged, to the man in black wielding his sword to cut the fog, at most, it was only tea time, how could the fog dissipate and it turned out to be night?

They all remembered that before the fog appeared, the sun had just begun to set in the west, just after noon!

The two of them sat at both ends of the boat almost at the same time, and the silver-haired man in white had a puzzled look on his face, while the man in black spoke directly.

He said: "After the tribulation, don't call me nocturnal anymore, I am Xuanyuan now." ”

The silver-haired man in white said, "What's the difference?"

The man in black said: "I live not only for me, but also for the original inscription, the name is just a code name, not to mention that 'Night Wandering' has become a thing of the past, and there is no need to mention it again."

The tribulation on the other side was silent for a moment, but his gaze was extremely complicated, he glanced deeply at the man in black, and finally only said one word: "Okay." ”

He didn't seem to want to argue more on this issue, and then his face turned solemn, and his tone became solemn: "The fog just now is strange. ”

Xuanyuan Yu on the other side gave him a roll of his eyes, which means, and if you say it, a fool can see it.

Li Tribulation didn't seem to see the disdain in the other party's eyes, and continued: "The moment the mist appeared just now, I felt that the Heavenly Dao power in my body was once again restricted, and I was almost powerless to maintain the golden lotus that protected the girl's true soul. ”

Xuanyuan pouted: "You have so many magic weapons on your body, you are reluctant to take them out for the girl?"

Li Zheng sighed: "It's not that I don't want to, but I really can't! You know, the human world is ......."

Before he finished speaking, he was stopped by Xuanyuan Yu on the other side with his eyes, and at the same time stretched out a pale and slender finger and pointed to the other party's waist.

After a moment's pause, I subconsciously looked down, but saw a string of beads falling out of my arms.

The string of beads is composed of longan-sized, crystal-round transparent beads, which seem to be faintly plated with a layer of golden light, but as if it has spirituality, the golden light is constantly flowing, exuding a warm and peaceful atmosphere, which makes people's hearts warm.

Li Zheng pinched the bead string in his hand and sensed it carefully, his expression was suddenly happy, and he was about to speak, but he saw Xuanyuan Yu on the opposite side suddenly looked sluggish, staring intently in the direction behind him!