This is a great wilderness in the dark, a bright moon hangs lonely in the sky, sprinkled with frost white all over the ground. Luo Chen stood under a dense bamboo forest, the moon shadow mottled. There was a big lake in front of him, and the big lake was dark in the dark, and there was an old man in the harbor at the mouth of the lake, who was kneeling on the ground with his back to Luo Chen, as if he was fishing.

Occasionally, a fresh breeze blows, and the bamboo leaves rustle. Everything is quiet and peaceful. Luo Chen wanted to go up and ask the old man why he was fishing here late at night. But he couldn't bear to break the silence. Just silently walked behind the old man and watched his fishing. The old man wore a tall hat and a robe, as if he was afraid that it would rain in the sky at any time. Luo Chen couldn't see the old man's appearance, he could only see him holding a fishing rod sharpened from bamboo, fishing on the lake. But the old man remained motionless, as if he were dead.

After a while, the head of the rod trembled slightly, and the surface of the lake fluctuated slightly.

"Uncle, get on the fish, reel in the rod. Luo Chen reminded softly.

"Shhhh ”

The old man made a sound that made Luo Chen silent, and he was still motionless, like a patient hunter, waiting for the fish to bite slowly. Until the rod trembled more violently, and the lake surface fluctuated even more, the old man did not retract the rod, but slowly turned his head and smiled at Luo Chen: "Fishing is also a matter of life and death, which requires patience and ruthlessness." ”

Lao Suo's smile made Luo Chen cold in his heart, this person's face turned out to be Jing Nan's face, but the aura on his body was completely different from Jing Nan, as if he was the Jing Nan who performed the murderous sword technique!

After Lao Suo finished speaking, he suddenly stood up, raised the rod in his hand, and pulled out something from under the water, which was a sword, Jing Nan's matching sword, Changhong Sword. When the sword was caught, it let out a burst of sword roars, as if cheering, as if jumping. Lao Suo held the sword in his hand, satisfied. He turned to Luo Chen and said, "Hey, you go quickly, this sword is gone, and the things under the lake are about to come out." ”

Lao Suo took the Changhong sword, stepped on strange steps, and disappeared into the depths of the bamboo forest in a blink of an eye.

Luo Chen turned his head to look at the big lake, and the lake turned into a thick lake of blood at some point. The surface of the lake began to bubble with steam, and it became more and more violent, boiling like water. One after another, the white bones of the corpses floated up from the bottom of the lake, there were people, beasts, thousands of catties, Bai Sensen's white bones covered this big lake, these white bones slowly moved, like a yin spirit began to crawl towards the shore. Luo Chen was taken aback, and hurriedly ran towards the depths of the bamboo forest, he firmly believed that the old man was Jing Nan, and that sword was the Changhong Sword, which could suppress these dead Yin Spirits. He just knew that Jing Nan had killed too much back then, but he didn't expect that the life Jing Nan killed, the blood would actually fill a big lake, and the bones would be piled up into a hill!

Luo Chen ran in front, and there was the sound of white bones howling behind him, this voice was desperate and desolate, like a cold winter night, a person watching his life being slowly deprived, resulting in loneliness and cold. Luo Chen glanced behind him, the dense and countless white bones followed Luo Chen to the bamboo forest, those skeletons opened their mouths, as if they wanted to eat Luo Chen's flesh and blood, under the moonlight, a large number of skeletons woke up from the blood lake, and chased after them, the scene was terrifying.

Luo Chen ran and ran to an open place, with a bamboo house in the middle, and the window was faintly shining, as if it was inhabited. The crying behind him suddenly stopped. Luo Chen looked around, only saw the secluded bamboo forest, and there was no trace of skeletons and white bones. Luo Chen came to the bamboo house with doubts, and as soon as he put his hand on the door, the door opened by itself. Luo Chen paced in. In the center of the room sat the old man, with a lamp lit in front of him, emitting a soft light. Lao Suo didn't speak, and Luo Chen didn't speak either.

Maybe this old man is Jing Nan, or maybe not, after all, everything here should be an illusion in that Changhong sword.

Luo Chen sat cross-legged in front of the old man, the old man didn't look up, but by the light of the lamp, slowly rubbed a piece of bone in his hand, which was cut from the leg bones of the bird, the bird's legs were light and hollow, polished and smooth, and the distance was measured on it, and a small hole was pierced, so that such a bone tool could be obtained, which could be used to play music, and it was called Gu Linglong.

The old man was satisfied, so he took the bone in his hand, aimed the small hole on it at his mouth, and blew it with a whimper. The voice was not beautiful, whimpering, but the bone sound was very long, like a bird singing in the sky. This piece is very simple, and the old man doesn't have any other ideas, just playing his heart. The whimpering sound came out of the bamboo house, sprinkled throughout the bamboo forest, and then into the moonlight, and the melody was sad and graceful, like a bird flying across the lake and seeing a fish with a seven-second memory. Luo Chen felt a faint pain in his heart, this bone exquisite voice was so sad, but it was not this sadness that resonated with him, his heartache, but a special feeling in this bone exquisiteness.

Be... Lonely?

Luo Chen touched his nose, he suddenly felt that this world was full of loneliness, even if the blood lake corpse mountain, even if the bright moon was in the sky, even if the bamboo forest hut, even if the warm light bone artifact, from beginning to end, only this old man played the bone artifact. After the song was blown, the old man said out the window, "It's raining." ”

Outside the house, it really rained lightly, and the sound of raindrops hitting the bamboo leaves was clearly audible, and Luo Chen slowly closed his eyes.

By the time Luo Chen opened his eyes again, his consciousness had returned to the top of the mountain. His master was sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, the sky was already slightly white, and it looked like the sun was about to rise.

"You're awake. Jing Nan beckoned to Luo Chen and said, "Come, sit next to the master." ”

Luo Chen nodded, sat cross-legged beside him, sat side by side, looked into the distance together, and waited for the sunrise.

"Master, last night...."

"Shhhh Jing Nan compared his finger to his lips and said: "Everything you saw last night covers the ultimate meaning of this set of swordsmanship, as a master, I don't understand it thoroughly, what you see, what you feel, you believe in yourself, each has its own opinion, and it is not good to say it." ”

"Okay. Luo Chen nodded.

Slowly, a wisp of gold rose faintly on the white horizon, and a round of golden sun slowly revealed the corners, which was the moment when dawn and darkness intertwined.

Jing Nan drew his sword and got up, and in the slowly rising fire day, he danced a set of swordsmanship, this swordsmanship has no rules, no sword shape, no meaning, just move with his heart, and when he encounters the wind, he follows the wind, which is very comfortable for people to watch. Luo Chen was watching the sword from the sidelines.

Soon Jing Nan finished dancing, he turned his back to the cliff, lay down gently, and fell directly off the cliff.

"Master!" Luo Chen was startled and hurriedly ran to the edge of the cliff.

"The killing sword technique is hidden in your Qingfeng sword, I hope that one day you can comprehend, if one day, you return to the Barbarian Mountains, you will always be my Jingnan disciple!"

Jing Nan's voice drifted under the cliff and reached Luo Chen's ears like a breeze. At the same time, a strand of hair slowly fell into Luo Chen's hand, Luo Chen took it, and felt an extremely powerful sword intent on it, which contained Jing Nan's full force blow, which could be a strand of hair or a lore sword.

"This is the third hole that the master dug for me. ”

Luo Chen cherished the strand of hair in his arms. It's a real life-saver.

With Jing Nan's cultivation, if you want to fall this thousand-foot mountain, you will definitely not be harmed. He was just saying goodbye to himself in this way. He respects Luo Chen, since he doesn't want to cultivate, then Jing Nan won't unseal him, since he doesn't want to live in the Barbarian Mountains, then Jing Nan will send him the three caves of the cunning rabbit.

Luo Chen suddenly figured out why Luo Chen had not accepted disciples for decades, not because he looked down on juniors, but because that set of swordsmanship was too killing, and few people could control it. As for himself, he is a monster with black blood, and it is a perfect match for this swordsmanship. But Jing Nan was by no means malicious, but wanted to give himself strength. Luo Chen bowed down again and kowtowed three times under the cliff.

"In this life and this life, Jing Nan is the teacher, if this grace is lost, Luo Chen should be crushed!"

"It's time to go back to the top of the mountain. ”

Luo Chen had been away from there for almost a month, and he didn't know how Ming Yu's life was going. Although the master repeatedly emphasized that on the top of the wild mountain, there is a big demon, which is unpredictable. This big demon should be the Ming Yu it said, Ming Yu will not hurt himself. Now, the only thing Luo Chen didn't understand was who put the animal skin that guided him up the mountain.

Also, what does Jing Nan mean when he told himself that the Great Wilderness was full of dangers and that the Manshan Department was trapped in the Jedi?

Luo Chen set off again with doubts!