The demon pupil stretched her waist, left Ming alone in the lookout, and went to the comfortable captain's cabin below alone to enjoy the food and drinks on the ship, she already knew that the chef on the new Zixiao was one of the top ten famous chefs in the rivers and lakes, and it didn't take long for the new hire to be hired, and she had long wanted to taste his skills.

The new Zixiao passed by, and the waves were turbulent.

Dragging the Bamboo Forest Island up and down in the waves, countless NPC corpses on the island were thrown into the sea with the bumps of the island.

In the underground hall inside Zhulin Island, the statue of the old Taoist man is still as safe as ever.

Yi Yun knocked on the statue and found that the statue has the effect of absorbing internal strength, and the texture is extremely tough, and I don't know what material it is made of, but if there is a deliberate destruction, Yi Yun believes that it will be possible with the Beiluo Zixiao Sword.

Such an important place, worthy of a person who has been alone for hundreds of years as a guardian, undoubtedly must have hidden mechanisms.

But the white-clothed swordsman is dead, and naturally no one can activate the mechanism.

If there is a mechanism, it must be inseparable from the fallen connected rocks, because of this, at the beginning of the coming, Yi Yun made many preparations, if the secret is very small, then put it in a vacuum bag and take it away, if the secret is very troublesome, the best strategy is to move the entire island together. The new Zixiao sailed over because of this, if it weren't for that, Yiyun would not need to take a boat at all, and the boat would be slower.

"Who is the sacred ...... of this old man" Yi Yun looked at this Taoist statue, but he couldn't recognize who this person was, he used to be a disciple of the Wudang faction, and there were many Taoist statues enshrined in Wudang Mountain, as well as many drawings in the scriptures, but he had never seen such a one.

Yi Yun sat at the foot of the statue, closed and meditated, quietly waiting to reach his destination, during which he would not leave here if there was no major event, if this underground hall was indeed that important. Once White Twilight is given a chance, there is no doubt that they will not be left without action. He is here to protect the surest means.

If it can't be taken away, Yi Yun will not hesitate to destroy the statue, even if she doesn't know what the secret is, but since it needs to be guarded, there is no doubt that the statue needs to be intact. But now he didn't want to destroy it, because now, this underground hall belonged to him.

Wudang Mountain.

White slowly closed his eyes......

Don't sit down and don't know what to say for a while.

The white-clothed swordsman who guarded the underground hall of Bamboo Forest Island failed. And it was so easy to be killed, which she never expected. "How could he lose so easily?" Bucun had always believed that a person who could be in charge of such an important mission must have the ability and ability worthy of White Twilight's attention, but the result of such a battle was simply unbelievable, and it was not satisfactory in any way. "What now?" For a while, there was no idea of existing, and the underground hall could not be destroyed. It must be recaptured. But the possibility of such a recapture is almost zero, or rather, zero at all. With Yi Yun's character, the masters of the Justice League must have been dispatched at this moment, arriving on the New Zixiao one after another on the way, just in case. With the number of Wudang Mountain's current artistic conception level masters, it is impossible to compete head-on.

Silent......

The little sword didn't speak, and White fell silent.

There is no way, they can't think of a good way at the moment.

Without hesitating for a while, he couldn't help but ask, "I know that the secrets of the main hall have a personal stake in you. I shouldn't have asked, but I've come to this point, and I thought I could ask. What will happen? ”

"Will die." The white cold voice echoed in the main hall......

Don't be stunned, for a moment, you can't understand the fundamental connection.

But White had gotten up and left alone......

White woods.

This pure white tree is rare, only found on a certain isolated island in the East China Sea, the leaves are also white, and the hazy white light flows for a hundred days, and at night, the light becomes dazzling in the moonlight, enough to shroud this isolated island in light. As a result, there is almost no night on the island, and even with its cloudy climate, there is a hazy white light provided by these white forests.

White walked up to the port, a white robe fluttering slightly in the wind.

The climate on this isolated island is good, and there are very few stormy days of the year when it encounters stormy weather at sea, but today, the wind is mild, the moon is full, and the sky is full of stars, and they compete to wink.

There is a mountain forest villa in the white forest.

In the villa, a man in white stood quietly, looking at the starry sky and the sun and moon.

He had no sword on him.

"Where's your sword?" White looked at the man's back, and his tone was as cold as ever.

"I'm no longer worthy of a sword." The man in white slowly turned his head, with a sad face, he looked at his outstretched hands, his expression gradually became painful, and his eyes slowly closed. He wanted to see the purple shirts, but it wasn't like that. "I remember that when we first entered the rivers and lakes, we fought many unknown battles for our respective sects...... Every time, I fought hundreds of moves and couldn't tell the winner. ”

"Not bad."

At that time, the white-clothed swordsman was a disciple of the Kunlun faction.

At that time, every outstanding disciple would lead the disciples of the sect to complete the tasks assigned by the master, and the best of the sect would be given important tasks by the head of the sect to complete some special tasks that were carried out alone. The white-clothed swordsman was the leader of the Kunlun sect, and at that time, many tasks were contested by the top disciples of multiple sects. The Kunlun faction and the Huashan faction had a lot of conflicts of interest at that time, and at that time, the purple shirts disguised as men, with hats, and like to carry rusty iron swords, met many times in special missions with white-clothed swordsmen, which was a competitive relationship. White Dusk is two people, White is a woman, and it is still an extremely beautiful woman, and the swordsman in white is not the first to know, indeed the first to know as a hostile stranger.

Because of the battle, white revealed his true face.

Since then, the white-clothed swordsman has never drawn his sword against Bai again, and even quickly abandoned his identity in the rivers and lakes, abandoned the Kunlun faction, and voluntarily incarnated as the flower messenger beside Bai. But white doesn't need him to protect the flowers, that has always been his unilateral insistence.

The underground hall is also a common secret that the white-clothed swordsman learned after he accidentally discovered it.

Since then, the swordsman in white has sworn that he will protect the temple.

"Maybe you'll never fall in love with me, maybe you will. What you need is a true feeling that will never be sincere, use time to prove, whether I have this ability or not, and time to prove that I will be here. The white-clothed swordsman said leisurely, this oath he had sworn hundreds of years ago, his heart had not changed, his will had not wavered, but he thought that he had been defeated. He died, died under Yi Yun's sword, and he couldn't return to the place he was guarding, and he no longer had the confidence to go back. Ability is not just a kind of persistence, the white partner cannot be a man who has no ability, only a true feeling, there are too many such men...... "At that time, I could fight with you for hundreds of moves, and today, hundreds of years later, my proud work has been defeated one by one...... Is it because the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, or are there not enough people in the rivers and lakes in the past, and the time in the rivers and lakes is not long enough, so that I can't really recognize my true self? ”

Bai didn't answer, the white-clothed swordsman many years ago was not a person of this level, after so many years, he has been concentrating on cultivation and never gave up, every time he changes in martial arts, he will quickly get a new martial arts cheats, and now he can't even go with a sword in Yiyun, this result has made people have nothing to say. "God has received it."

"That's just a joke......" There was a bitter smile on the face of the white-clothed swordsman, a miracle work, it took him a lot of effort, and in the end it turned out to be such a product, so what kind of face did he have to mention again?

Bai didn't say anything to comfort him, because the white-clothed swordsman knew very well that even if the divine work was not as powerful as he expected, it would undoubtedly be able to turn the tide of the situation in Wudang Mountain. Although not everyone may be able to comprehend, not to mention anything else, many reborn shadows will be interested, and they can indeed create many characters with combat effectiveness in the face of the strong with weakness, which is enough to reverse the situation that Wudang Mountain is completely incapable of facing many masters of the Zixiao Sword Sect in one fell swoop.

"He's strong. But he's a demon, what does Purple Shirt like about him? The white-clothed swordsman had never asked such a question, he had always thought that it was not necessary to ask, and it was not worth asking, and he thought that this kind of question itself was a kind of cowardly shame. Because only a loser would ask such a question, but he never considered himself a loser. But at the moment, he asked, because he was already a loser. "From now on, I will not use a sword again." Without waiting for Bai to answer, he added that he was afraid that Bai would not pay attention to his question.

"The love of the purple shirt is just a feeling. It has nothing to do with interests, it has nothing to do with strength or weakness, and there is no need for reasons. White's tone was still very cold, and it didn't match the words that came out of her mouth at all.

The white-clothed swordsman smiled wryly. "I shouldn't have asked, I'm the one who understands this reason. At the end of the day, I'm still looking for reasons why I'm the only right person. ”

"What you need, someone will still bring it later, including women."

The white-clothed swordsman looked bitter...... Woman, he doesn't need it, he needs to be a woman he loves, but he never got it, and now it's come to an end. "There's everything here, there's no need for it. It's just that...... It's been many years and I forgot what my name was, can you tell me? ”

"Shen Baiyi."

Shen Baiyi smiled, and tears flashed in his smiling eyes. "Thank you......"

Will he forget his name?

Of course he won't, he's the same as the purple shirt, he has the ability to never forget, such a person won't forget anything, never.

"Goodbye." (To be continued......)