Barren mountains and mountains in the west.

Birds chirped, and ape shadows swayed among the shadows and vines of the trees.

A "not slender" figure, with his hands behind his back, his sleeve robe rolling, kicking the ground and sweeping, bursting out one after another, kicking up a monstrous amount of smoke and dust behind him.

This body ...... It's not appropriate to say it's not slender.

To be precise, it is quite "strong".

The bird flapped its wings and frowned, wondering why the fat man was running so fast...... Why was he able to run so fast?

The ape, which was so competitive that its arms were constantly pulling the vines forward, screamed and roared, and they tried their best, but they could not catch up with the speed of the human in any case, and from a distance, they could only see the dusty robe, which was pulled farther and farther away in the air, and everything in their bodies was turned upside down under such a rapid gallop......

Scrolls that spread out in mid-air.

Buttons made of dark iron.

Fragile wooden hairpins.

Then there was a token that came out of the robe.

The ape stopped and climbed, frowning, looking at the token that had been smashed on the trunk of the tree, and before it could fall, it was caught by one of its own hands...... It has strange ink written on it.

Three...... Two...... What?

No. 327's face was flushed, his breath was short, and he ran all the way, now he was disheveled, his hair was scattered, and he looked quite embarrassed, but his expression was extremely dignified, and there was a sharp light hidden in his eyes...... The sleeve robes on both sides continued to fly as he skimmed, and the hunting sounded, and his forward movement was so fast that he could only see the phantom, like a wheel burning with red gold flames, and his legs were wrapped in bandages, and the "Divine Talisman" was tied inside, constantly burning and boiling, bursting out with the blazing breath of starlight.

This is the "secret treasure" that he can quickly shuttle between the various realms of the Great Sui to complete the intelligence mission.

Now it's past Zhongzhou.

Leaving from the Jade Gate, he is now rushing to Shushan in the west...... After completing the meeting from that desert and the delivery of clues, he completed the task delivered by Lord Thousand Hands and successfully delivered two pieces of information.

It stands to reason that he doesn't need to go back to Benzong in such a hurry, he can stay in Yumen, take a look at the sandy customs of Zhongzhou, and slowly swing back.

However...... That Uncle Ning, before leaving, explained to him a word.

A very important word.

He patted his chest and said that he promised to deliver.

Shushan Dark Sect No. 327, words must be done.

Today he is going to deliver that sentence.

He'll be sure to deliver that sentence today.

......

......

Mid-state borders.

A large river that runs across the state border.

Li River.

There were no waves on the water, and a small boat passed slowly, and there were three young people on the boat, black robes, green shirts and white clothes, wearing a bamboo bone hat on their heads, and there was no boatman to support them, and there were two wooden pulps on both sides of the hull, which did not actually come in handy.

The hull itself trembled invisibly, and under the belly of the ship, the undercurrent was turbulent, and two streams of water slowly separated.

In order not to attract too much attention, the speed of the boat is not too fast.

The girl's sword is hidden, driving the boat smoothly and slowly, and the red light in the center of her eyebrows, like a stick of sandalwood, rises in a curl.

On the surface of the Li River, it has not yet reached the mouth of the diversion section, many cruise ships, painted boats, pavilions, and beautiful light yarns.

Liu Shiyi put the long qi on his knees, sat on the bow of the boat, the white clothes flew with the river breeze, the fairy spirit was sassy, the long sword wrapped in black cloth was like a guqin, and the ten fingers of his hands were separated and lightly placed on the sword body, making a flower plucking string.

I have to say that Liu Shiyi is dressed in skin and looks good.

Even the wide bamboo hat covered his face...... At this moment, with such an otherworldly posture, sitting on the bow of the ship and stroking the sword, it still attracted quite a lot of attention.

One of the entertainers on the big boat walked out of the pavilion and was lying on the railing to enjoy the cool breeze.

Painting Boat Rouge Building, carrying hundreds of thousands of passengers every day, while playing the Li River, while singing and dancing, there are only two kinds of people who enter the building, either they think that their waist bags are full of silver taels, or they think that their belly is full of talent...... The noble son on the Li River, she has seen a lot, she is tired of seeing, sometimes she feels that she is no longer a mortal, and she is not a mortal, but now at first glance, she didn't expect to catch a glimpse of Liu Shiyi, a pine-shaped crane bone of a young man, and he was stunned for a while.

The white clothes are better than the snow, and the appearance is clear.

It's not the river breeze that washes the robes.

The dust of the Jade Gate Desert can easily be washed away with starlight on a cultivator of a realm like Liu Shiyi.

The woman on the boat was stunned, and when the blankness in her mind slowly dissipated, her cheeks were so hot that she didn't dare to look at the white clothes that were far away.

If you think about it carefully, it's not that you don't like mortals...... It's the young man in white, who is indeed not a mortal.

It's more like a heavenly immortal.

Liu Shiyi sat cross-legged on the bow of the boat, ignoring this scene.

The river wind blew against the wind, and under the hat, some strands of hair were blown up by the wind, constantly throwing up and falling.

He had his eyes closed, and he was doing something very monotonous.

Leaving from the Tiandu Imperial City, to the Yumen Desert, and then to the Li River.

He's been doing one thing all along.

Push it further on...... From the day he learned to carry a sword, he remembered the teachings of his master Liu Shi.

He has been doing this tirelessly for more than a decade.

Wu Jian.

Liu Shiyi slowly closed his eyes.

......

......

Ning Yi put his hands behind his head, leaned back, looked up at the clouds in the sky, the dome was as clear as a wash, the sun was not scorching, and the wisps of warmth shone on his body, a piece of peace and peace.

The mood is cold.

Tsing Yi Pei was annoyed, rolled up half of his sleeves, stretched out a hand, touched the river with his fingertips, and then stirred gently, patting the water surface with his palm, touching it and parting, leaving water lines that constantly rippled and scattered along the way.

The girl repeated this, when the palm fell and lifted, it was still dry, and there was no trace of moist moisture, and the action of lifting the palm and pressing down and closing the palm did not use the sword to hide the starlight, which is more like the use of "artistic conception".

Force.

Before the person arrives, the momentum comes first.

The girl didn't know that the method she had comprehended by playing with water inadvertently was called "palm thunder" in Lingshan, as the name suggests, the palm is like the palm of the thunder, and the power of the gods is shocked, without touching the flesh and blood, you can hand out all the strength, first the palm bursts out of the inch, and then the inch of strength is transmitted through the air.

The bright-eyed little girl in Tsing Yi took the trouble to make a splash all the way.

Not far ahead, there is a river-facing Guanxia, and after passing the Guanxia, it is the western border.

It is said that a certain ancestor of the Jianhu Palace, with the sword qi to open up the cave in the mountain, let the Li River flow through, looking from afar, there are mountains on the river, the green shadow is heavy, like an ink painting, a soft.

The girl bowed a handful of Lijiang water, took a small sip, her eyes were bright, she turned her head to look at Ning Yi who was lazily leaning on the stern of the boat, and said, "It's so sweet, brother, do you want to taste it?"

Ning Yi, who was holding a grass clipping, slowly opened his eyes.

Clear, quiet, green, sweet and cool.

The water of the Li River is famous for these five points, along the way, the river surface is rippling, the breeze is blowing, and the waves are fresh.

It looks like the turmoil is peaceful.

The young man with dry lips slowly sat up, scooped up the water of the Li River with one hand, took a sip lightly, wiped his cheeks with the rest, and rubbed his astringent eyebrows.

Coming out of the jade gate, he has never drunk a sip of water.

Ning Yi's expression was complicated, looking at Liu Shiyi who was sitting alone on the bow of the boat in front of him.

He's not that sword nerd...... You can go three days and three nights without drinking water or sleeping, staring at a sword and enlightening the Tao.

Liu Shiyi is only one foot away from the eighth realm.

He had been stagnant in the Sword Qi Dual Realm for a long time, and since the battle in Changling, he was stuck in the Third Realm.

Starlight and Sword Qi are only one step away.

Accumulation is easier said than done.

On the path of cultivation, the Dao Heart is prone to problems, and if it cannot be broken through for a long time, then the Dao Heart will inevitably be suspicious.

This is especially true of the cultivation method of the Sword Lake Palace, which cultivates under pressure, so that Liu Shiyi's sword qi realm is one head higher than the cultivation realm, and compared with the other holy sons of the Great Sui, his starlight realm is the lowest, and there is no one.

However, the admirable thing about the sword idiot is that he never felt that he was walking slowly, and he had the intention of chasing others...... Ye Hongfu and Cao Ran practiced desperately, because there was an immortal who was always one step ahead of them, and the holy sons of other holy mountains, and even Ning Yi, had an object to chase after.

That young man named Luo Changsheng gave the Golden Prosperity of the Great Sui a distant back.

The immortals sit high above the stars.

And Liu Shiyi is more like another immortal who doesn't ask about the world.

He doesn't chase anyone.

He only chased himself.

This state of mind is commendable, just ask how many people in the Great Sui today can do it?

Ning Yi asked himself, at least he couldn't do it.

Shadows shrouded in the shadows.

The boat did not slow down on the Li River, and sailed slowly into the cave.

It was pitch black.

Ning Yi stretched out a hand, and the palm of his hand was slowly raised in the flow of water.

He scooped a second handful of water.

I haven't had time to drink it yet.

At this moment, a drop of water fell.

Gently smashed on Ning Yi's eyebrows.

The drop of water fell and did not disperse, all the way down.

It flowed to Ning Yi's dry lips.

Sweet.

Very sweet.

It's like morning dew.

Liu Shiyi, who was sitting on the bow of the boat, pressed his hands on the sword, wrapped in the black cloth of "long qi", was torn apart by the sword qi little by little, and in the dark hole sky, like snow chips that melted in spring, he was thrown backwards, and the black ash was like ashes, igniting a short-lived brilliance.

In the dark sky in the distance, a slender and tall female figure slowly stood up on a small boat that was opposite to each other.

The woman carried a lantern to illuminate her beautiful face, a red rope was tied around her neck, and her white robe was thrown up and down the dark and cramped river.

Ning Yi laughed softly: "It's really a narrow road?"

Liu Shiyi's face was expressionless, he got up slowly, and the ashes of sword qi in the sky reunited beside him, turning into a sword qi lantern, which hung on his shoulder without carrying it.

"You two, just watch. ”