Let's go back to Ye Xiao and their group. Following the monk's description, Ye Xiao and his party had already arrived at their destination.

This is a coast, it is said to be the sea, it is better to say that it is the sea of blood, and there is a small pavilion on the shore, and the style of the pavilion is very similar to the architecture of the Sword Domain. Smelling the heavy smell of blood, Ye Xiao took her sister and friends to the pavilion.

"It's indeed here, similar to what the Great Elder described. After a few glances, Ye Xiao said.

Ao Yunzhu lightly covered his nose and said, "Hurry up, this smell is too bad, leave early when you finish it." ”

Hearing his sister's complaint, Ye Xiao chuckled, and then took out the Xun that the Great Elder had given him.

Xun, the ancient musical instrument, the sound of the beginning of autumn. The top is a mouthpiece, and the bottom has six holes, and the number of water is also. The void is sharp, and the shape of fire is also. Xun is made into a device by the harmony of water and fire, and then into a sound by the harmony of water and fire. Therefore, the big one is in harmony with the yellow bell and the big Lu, and the small one is in the middle of the bell, which is just the sum of the middle sound.

Looking at the broken Xun in his hand, Ye Xiao was afraid that it would crack if he blew it. After carefully putting it to his mouth, Ye Xiao finally walked towards this hometown that had existed for an unknown number of years.

Xun's voice is very unique, it seems to come through the years, it seems to come with the wind of thousands of years ago, listening to Xun's voice will make you feel like meeting the ancients a long time ago.

Ye Xiao didn't like the sound Xun made very much, because the sound was too penetrating, and it would evoke something to see memories.

As the song rose, it floated up with the crimson sea breeze, and seemed to penetrate the space in an instant, in an unknown restaurant, a gloomy person suddenly bowed his head and said: "People say that the sunset is the end of the world, and the end of the world is not home." has hated Bishan to block, and Bishan is still covered by twilight clouds. ”

As soon as the bitter groaning ended, he heard a voice from his hometown, and he picked up the knife beside him and disappeared into the wind.

As the song ended, Ao Yunzhu couldn't help complaining: "I've been waiting for a long time, what about this person? Isn't it that the time is too long, and the Great Elder remembers it wrong?"

"No hurry, it should be on the way. Ye Xiao looked at the crimson sea and replied.

"Hmph! I've been guilty once, and you'll have to pay me a few bottles of drunkenness. Ao Yunzhu pouted and replied.

Then, the three of them quieted down, it should be said that they were two, because Feng Mingxue was still quiet.

"It's coming!" After a long time, a strong wind blew, and the wind was full of blood and gloom, Ye Xiao said.

As Ye Xiao's words fell, a figure appeared, he came to the wind, the wind was bleak, as if autumn was approaching, and people were also bleak, as if winter was coming!

He was wearing a hat, and Ye Xiao could only vaguely see his face, as if there were many scars. The knife on his waist is so special, it's obviously a woodcutter, but it has a smell, like a taste of longing, this knife man must usually pin all his thoughts on the knife.

With Ye Xiao's observation, the swordsman came to the pavilion, he looked at Ye Xiao, he looked at the Xun in Ye Xiao's hand, he wanted to speak, but he was too shaky and didn't say it several times. He wanted to reach out and do something, but it seemed that the movements that had been practiced countless times had become extremely clumsy at this moment.

Finally, the swordsman trembled and touched his knife, and he said in a trembling voice: "You are from your hometown, you should know about your hometown." In front of the window in the coming day, the cold plum blossoms are not blooming?"

Ye Xiao listened to the voice of the swordsman, he didn't know the name of the swordsman, but he must be from his hometown, because his voice was the voice of his hometown, and his figure was also the figure of his hometown.

Ye Xiao didn't speak, he gently took out the fire plum that Linglong gave him and handed it to the swordsman, and then took out two jars of drunken Linglong.

The fire plum blossom was still blooming, and the swordsman gently sniffed the aroma of the plum, and his tears fell out, and he smiled. Then, the swordsman grabbed a jar of drunken Linglong and drank it until there was not a drop left, and then he said, "Hometown, it's still so beautiful." ”

"It's always been beautiful, it's never changed. Ye smiled back, then picked up another jar of drunken Linglong and drank it.

The swordsman found a stone bench and made it, looked at the crimson waves and slowly spoke: "A long time ago, Taiwu sealed me with a secret method, and every time the golden crow comes, I will wake up for a year. Although there is a Taiwu seal, my body can't last long, but I'm glad you came. ”

As he spoke, the swordsman suddenly laughed: "Hahaha! It's good that you're here!! Taiwu, someone from your hometown is here!"

In fact, Ye Xiao has never described the body of the swordsman, it is no longer a body, just like a person and a tree are together. Ye Xiao could clearly see the seed in the swordsman's body, Ye Xiao knew what that seed was, it was the demon seed.

Ye Xiao knew that the demon seed in the swordsman's body was about to mature, or it had already matured, but it was just suppressed by the secret method, the swordsman and the ancestor of Taiwu were people of the same generation, why did he insist on living, in order to see his descendants go back safely? Or was it some other reason?

"Taiwu said, 'The flowers in my hometown are so beautiful, I want to see them once, the wine in my hometown is very good, I want to drink them once, and the people in my hometown are so good, I want to talk to them once!' He always talked about his hometown, and it seemed that everything in his hometown was good, and it was the best. The swordsman licked his lips and continued.

Ye Xiao handed another jar of drunken exquisiteness to the swordsman, and then said: "Yes! Everything in my hometown is good! And it is the best! The flowers are the most gorgeous, the wine is the most mellow, and the people are the most dazzling!"

The swordsman didn't answer, he drank slowly, this time he drank so slowly, he drank while looking at the fire plum in his hand and Ye Xiao beside him, Ao Yunzhu, Feng Mingxue.

After drinking and watching for a long time, the swordsman said loudly to the sea of blood: "It's good! It's really good!

"I can't help you much, what do you want to know?" the swordsman asked as he looked back at Ye Xiao.

"Not much, find someone. Ye Xiao replied softly, and then the void condensed a portrait of the sword too empty.

The swordsman glanced at the portrait and then did it!

He held the knife! He held the woodcutter! He held the knife of Xiao Se!

A slash in the air, an invisible slash, as if a slash has never been made.

"Yin Spring of the Ghost Clan, where will he go in five days, is there anything else you want to help? In addition to fighting the Ghost Clan, I can help you. That's the answer after a slash.

Ye Xiao knew why the swordsman couldn't drink the ghost clan to fight, because now as long as a little ghost qi would completely detonate the demon seed in the swordsman's body. Ye Xiao didn't ask the swordsman how he found the trace of Jian Taixu, because the swordsman was the strongest person Ye Xiao had ever seen except for Feng Wuming.