Fei Bai looked at the sea at dusk, the setting sun stained the sea into a scorching fiery red, he was in a teahouse on the lonely island with a higher geographical location than other teahouses, tasting the herb tea that most represented Xiying's characteristics.

Xiying's wine culture is the worst in the four countries, and in the words of his third uncle, it is simply unsightly and unbearable. And Xiying's tea culture is the best in the four countries, with his uncle's original words, the fragrance is divided into flowers and dew, and the water absorbs the spring in the stone.

Xiying people and Beiyao people are good at music, but Xiying people believe in the god of the sea, and their music is generally more blurred than Beiyao's rhythm, unlike Beiyao's roughness and pride.

It is rumored that the City of Heavenly Mirrors, the Valley of the Abyss, the Ten Thousand Wood Spirit Realm, and the Hundred Weapons Jingfeng belong to the five legendary sects, and the elegant dream was founded by a certain master of Xiying.

Fengya Youmeng has never been touched by the red world, so there are few rumors about them on the mainland, but the history of the four countries records, more than a hundred years ago, there was a blue-clothed woman from Fengya Youmeng, with only a jade flute, angrily slashed one of the four major thrones of the demon clan A Nose King two doppelgangers, the world is said to be revenge for an old man, so she came out of Fengya Youmeng, and then she disappeared. This elegant dream is praised by the world as a god, and it is known as one of the five legendary sects on the mainland.

The south side of the lonely island is a sea of green bamboo, Fei Bai turned back to look at the head of the sea, just to see the bamboo forest that was swayed by the breeze and the waves of thousands of bamboos, the rustling sound of the bamboo leaves moving with the wind seems to be far and near, there is a rhythm that fits it, monotonous and not boring, which faintly hides strange souls. The non-white spirit pen trembled faintly with the rhythm of the sound that moved with the wind.

He walked out of the teahouse and followed the sound of the music, strolling in the bamboo forest overflowing with the fragrance of bamboo, he felt extremely peaceful in his heart, and as the rhythm became more and more real, the spirit of the pen trembled more and more intensely.

I saw a middle-aged man in a deep and secluded place in the bamboo forest, dressed in a flowing white feather, in the wide sleeves of his coat with Xiying characteristics, holding a thin sword as thin as a string in his right hand, it should be a needle to be exact, he swung the sword like a rainbow, the movement was elegant, and the string sword emitted a regular rhythm, like a shallow spirit whispering soul, and like Huang Zhong Dalu wailing.

The non-white spirit rhino pen suddenly flashed from his waist, and he held the spirit rhino foot to open the drunken ink landscape totem, and the surroundings suddenly fell into a black and white world. The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then, the sword wind turned, from slow to urgent, and the string sound flowed out.

Non-white Lingxi moved to pick up the pen and paint the surroundings, sometimes the mountains and rivers are magnificent, with the sword intent and the sound of the strings, the four seasons of the drunken ink space continue to alternate, the world is full of Lingxi pen tip, only to hear the middle-aged man said heroically: "Hahaha... Comfortable, bosom friends are hard to find, I have a lone string sword, a sword swings, silk strings can cut jade, and the sound moves eight wildernesses. ”

He swings his sword sometimes like flowing water, and sometimes his sword intent is like a dense net, combining rigidity and softness. At the end of the sword dance, he made a move "haunted by dreams", and countless golden sword intent around him turned into ten thousand pieces of golden light spells, the string sword was gently flicked by his left hand, and the golden charms danced one after another with the sound waves, and the sword intent glimpsed the cosmic Xuanhuang.

Fei Bai finally closed the pen with four ink paintings of Mei Lan Zhuju, and the heavens and the earth trembled, and the middle-aged man joined Fei Bai suddenly realized the fifth weight of the fifth volume of "Asking the Sky Six Volumes" and "Erya Guixuan".

The middle-aged man accepted the recruitment, with a hearty fine sweat on his forehead, he elegantly put away his sword, looked at Fei Bai with deep eyes, and said slowly: "Little brother, are you from Nan Xumo's family?" ”

Fei Bai was a little embarrassed, and replied: "Fang is the junior is abrupt, disturbing the senior's sword practice, and asking the seniors not to blame." Because the middle-aged man's last move "haunting dreams" is the famous move of Ximen Wuji, the god of war of Xiying Kingdom, and is known as the "shield of Xiying".

Unexpectedly, after listening to the non-vernacular, the middle-aged man laughed wildly for a while, and then said slowly: "Fortunately, your abruptness makes me feel good." ”

"Senior, I'm ......"

"Alas, since I call you a brother, we will call each other brothers, why bother with a senior, am I really that old?" The middle-aged man walked slowly towards Feibai.

The middle-aged man was gentle and elegant, a little similar to his father in temperament, he was flattered for a while when he heard that he wanted to be called a brother, and looked at the Xiying God of War who was walking towards him, and he didn't know how to answer, so he could only stand in place in embarrassment.

I saw that the man bent down slightly to him with the standard Xiying etiquette, and said, "Xiyingguo, Ximen has no trace." ”

Fei Bai used the standard Nan Zhu salute, clenched his hands into fists and nodded slightly, and said, "Nan Zhu Guo, Mo Fei Bai." ”

"Who are you, Mozixiu?" Simon asked lightly.

"It's my father." Fei Bai said respectfully.

"It's really a tiger father without a dog, I heard that he hit the night Shura hard, and at the same time injured the soul of his life, it was Mo Lao who used a soul to renew his life, I have had a long-cherished wish for many years, I want to compete with him during the victory period, and now I don't think it's necessary." After finishing speaking, he elegantly took out two jars of wine from the Qiankun bag and threw them to the non-white jar.

Fei Bai took Ximen's traceless wine, looked at this man who was elegant in every move, and in a trance he really had a bit of a father's shadow, and he asked very clearly: "Why don't you have to, senior... Belch... Brother, you are known as the shield of the west. ”

Simon laughed without a trace: "Hahaha... Selling fame and fishing reputation, selling fame and fishing reputation. He pondered for a while and continued: "When I was as old as you, I had the honor to fight with your father, your third uncle, and countless elites from the four countries in the Shura Battle Dao and the four demon lords' four protectors for several months, and in the end, it was your father who alone contained the ghost phoenix, so that your third uncle could use all his strength to cut off the Shura Battle Dao, and at the same time helped your third uncle block the fatal arrow in the back, and I still remember the sentence that your father said to your third uncle after the arrow, "Zi Yan, good job", and your third uncle's sentence "fool".

At that time, I only thought that your third uncle was a coward hiding behind your father, and then I secretly swore that one day I would let everyone hide behind me, just like your father. It's just that time will make people grow and forget, and the young man of the year can already be on his own now, such as your third uncle, he has also become a veritable invincible blade of Nanzhu, and then your father was injured by Night Shura. Simon Wuxian smiled dumbly, and continued with a hint of regret: "Let my heart that wants to transcend often sigh, it has always been a pity for me not to meet you before. ”

Fei Bai looked at Ximen Wuxian dumbfounded, the elegant father he had never disdained had actually influenced Ximen Wuxi, the god of war who was immortal in Xiying, which was really an accident beyond his surprise.

Ximen Wuxian raised the wine jar, and threw him a ritual of raising the altar to drink together, Fei Bai thoughtfully opened the wine jar and took a sip, this wine is not as good as the common jute wine in Nanzhu, but there is a herbal flavor mixed with a faint tea fragrance, although the entrance is bitter, there is a fresh tea fragrance between the lips and teeth, which makes people feel calm.

He asked with a puzzled question: "Why did you end up after meeting me......" He paused, because of the difference in seniority, it was difficult for him to open his mouth, but he still stubbornly continued to speak: "Brother, your wish, my can be thousands of miles away for my father." After speaking, he looked at the elegant man steadily.

But seeing Ximen Wuxian smiled faintly, staring at the sky above the gradually fading bamboo forest, and said in a shallow voice: "Although you have not obtained the true inheritance of your father, you have made me understand that the drunken ink space is useless to me, and it is no different from now." After speaking, there was a bright sadness in his eyes that seemed to be like Gu Jing Wubo.

Fei Bai mistakenly took this kind of grief as grief for his father, and it took more than a year to understand that this kind of grief of Simon Without a Trace, since he stepped into the bamboo forest, has been hidden in every sword move, every action, every expression, and every word.

When he opened the drunken ink space to probe his divine sense, he faintly found that his divine element seemed to be about to collapse but his life soul was intact, he didn't understand the reason, and finally he could only shake his head, and found a reason for himself to be blind and suspicious.

Ximen has no trace of the friendship of the landlord, invited Fei Bai to visit the scenery of Xiying, he is easy-going by nature, not confined to the subsections, really and Fei Bai are commensurate with brothers, and have traveled through various lakes and mountains on the lonely island. They enjoy the mountains and rivers during the day and drink and sing at night, which is very comfortable. Fei Bai sincerely admires this eldest brother who God gave him an unexpected gift, he is personable, erudite, and polite to people, and he benefits a lot from a little bit of his fellow soul person.

It's just that he doesn't understand why such a flawless and famous man always reveals a bright sadness, and there is a hazy light and shadow in his eyes from time to time, like a sad shadow, like the reflection of the mountains and rivers in this lake.

The two walked all the way around the island, and when passing by the Autumn Smoke Pavilion, Fei Bai raised his head inadvertently, and caught a glimpse of a purple shadow, a person, an umbrella, slowly coming from the smoke and rain, the west of March was rainy, and the rain of the west was like smoke. It seems to be soft and affectionate, gentle and beautiful. The slender figure of the orchid, from the mist of the water, Nana stepped out, just like the fairy who walked out of the painting, so beautiful and picturesque.

Fei Bai looked at the woman who was getting closer and closer to him, splashing black hair hanging down her waist, a purple veil covering her face, and her lilac eyes seemed to carry a blurry water vapor, like smoke and rain in the west. He looked at those lilac eyes and suddenly felt a kind of excitement, and suddenly stepped forward to stop the woman in purple, although it was soft, but it was difficult to hide the joy of calling: "Dumb girl." ”

The woman was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised her head, her eyes were cut with water, not deliberately but obviously revealing the surprise she had in the face of strangers, she made a humble salute lightly, and replied in the standard Xiying dialect: "Childe may have recognized the wrong person, my name is Thrush." "The sound is like a warbler's cry, melodious.

At this time, the surprise that was even more exaggerated than the girl in purple was greatly written on Feibai's face, and the expression on his delicate face began to become unnatural, he trembled his lips, and barely squeezed out a few words: "Fang is the girl I abruptly struck, and I still hope that the girl Haihan is not white." ”

The girl in purple nodded immediately, turned to leave, and for a while, melancholy and loss were entangled, and her dim gaze could not leave the purple back.

Suddenly, the woman in purple turned her head suddenly, smiled lightly at Fei Bai, her curved eyebrows and eyes stained a soft light in front of her, and the smiling beauty under the purple oil-paper umbrella in the smoke and rain looked at him quietly and softly, and the time seemed to become long, and he heard his heartbeat, whether light or heavy, slow or fast, all with the laughter of the purple shadow, floating and sinking.

He stopped to stare at the lilac that disappeared into the smoke and rain, and his thoughts were also disturbed.

It rains in the west, the rain in the west, like smoke, and the smile of the thrush, looking back and smiling.