Jiang Yi opened his eyes helplessly and said:

"Divine thoughts are useless in the City of Tears, it seems that we can only search this City of Tears slowly."

As he spoke, he raised his feet and walked towards the square street.

The street is lined with a variety of shops: teahouses, pharmacies, noodle stalls, inns......

When he walked to the middle of the street, he saw the Heavenly Sword Hall where Mo Xie and the cadres had lived. The door is open, and you can see that the lobby is extremely festively decorated: red ribbons are hung everywhere, red candles are placed, and the word "happiness" is pasted, looking like it is ready for a wedding.

More than 600 years have passed, and the original layout is still very well preserved.

Jiang Yi glanced at it and continued to walk forward.

The City Without Tears was not very large, and soon a few people walked through the streets of the city, and also found the sword-forging room used by the cadres to forge their swords.

At the same time, Jiang Yi and the others also found that the space of this city was distorted by a force, and no matter which direction they went, they would eventually return to the starting point.

After walking around and not meeting a living person, Suzaku couldn't help but look at the white-haired Jiang Yi strangely and asked:

"Didn't you say that you could see the ancestor of Xuanxin Authentic Sect, why didn't you see anyone?"

The white-haired Jiang Yi said thoughtfully:

"It seems that Su Tian's heart is not in the city of tears during this time, he should go out to collect love stories."

Suzaku thought about it for a while, and found that there was no name Su Tianxin among the Xuanxin Authentic Patriarchs of the past dynasties, so he asked suspiciously:

"Who is Su Tianxin? What does she have to do with Xuanxin Masamune? ”

The white-haired Jiang Yi explained:

"The most powerful exercise book in the Xuanxin Sect, "The Mystery of Xuanxin", was created by this Su Tianxin. She is the master of the founder of the Xuanxin Orthodox Sect. Therefore, Su Tianxin can be regarded as your grandmother. ”

Suzaku looked surprised, a little incredulous, if it was really as Jiang Yi said, Su Tianxin would probably be more than six hundred years old now.

After briefly describing the situation in the City Without Tears, the white-haired Jiang Yi said:

"Next, I will take advantage of the unique environment here to retreat and practice for a while. You and Xiao Wei go outside the door to help me protect the Dharma. As for that Su Tianxin, I think it won't be long before I come back. ”

"Well, okay."

Suzaku nodded, although there were still many doubts in his heart, but he didn't ask any more.

Jiang Yi pushed open the door of the sword-casting room, and when he entered the room with the clone, he felt that the sadness in the void suddenly became several times stronger.

Closed the door casually, walked to the open space in the center of the room, looked at the sword furnace in front of him, the furnace fire had been extinguished, and there was a long sword inserted above, with a gray-black sword body and a blood-red sword jaw, and the sword body was surrounded by a sadness that was so rich that it could not be dissolved.

This demon sword is the source of the sad thoughts that envelop the city without tears.

Jiang Yi and the clone just quietly looked at the demon sword in the furnace, fully comprehending the extreme sadness contained in the sword.

Before this, Jiang Yi had never thought that a person's emotions and thoughts could be strong enough to reach such a state. It can reverse the laws of nature and change the laws of time and space.

He thought back to the twenty-three swords wielded by the Sword Saint in the Wind and Cloud World. That sword intent that defies the sky and only me, can already be called the creation of heaven and earth, the mystery of invading the sun and the moon.

It can condense time and space with a fierce sword intent, but Sword Twenty-Three is only a moment of brilliance after all. The sadness on the magic sword of the cadre can endure for hundreds of years, but it has a tendency to become more and more intense.

Jiang Yi had a hunch that if he couldn't calm the sad thoughts of the sword, it would definitely become stronger and stronger, and eventually it would be out of control and sweep the whole world, and then I was afraid that it would be another world-destroying crisis comparable to the outbreak of the Netherworld Spring.

Jiang Yi and his doppelganger slowly let go of their hearts, allowing that sad thought to invade their sea of consciousness and envelop their own primordial spirits, carefully studying the root cause why this sad meaning is so powerful, only retaining the last trace of reason, controlling themselves not to shed tears, so as not to lead to the demonic thoughts of the cadres.

Now he just wants to concentrate on martial arts, and he doesn't want to fight with the demonic thoughts of the cadre.

As his mind was invaded by that sadness, Jiang Yi seemed to be dragged into the whirlpool of sadness, and all kinds of sad past events slowly emerged in front of his eyes: the old age and death of his elders, the departure and even rebellion of his friends, the separation and estrangement of his lover......

Memories flooded in, drowning his consciousness.

Jiang Yi once again felt the pain of his heart, the heart-rending pain, and the sorrow of breaking his liver and intestines.

His spirit was constantly tormented and reincarnated in pain.

Later, not only did he feel his own pain, but even the sadness experienced by other people he had met before surfaced and applied it to him.

As the spirit slowly sank in the abyss of sadness, a strong sadness also emerged from Jiang Yi's body, turning into invisible ripples and spreading.

Outside the door of the sword forging room, Suzaku and Xiao Wei only felt that the sadness coming from the room suddenly increased several times, and they couldn't help frowning slightly, a little worried.

Suzaku looked inside through the small opening in the middle of the iron door, and found that Jiang Yi's deity and clone were standing quietly and motionless.

She didn't dare to disturb Jiang Yi's understanding, so she could only grit her teeth and continue to guard the door.

……

In the blink of an eye, five days have passed.

Jiang Yi's spirit slowly broke away from the shackles of sadness and slowly regained his senses, and then he began to run the Yuan Shen, took the initiative to read his memories, went deep into the bottom of his soul, and comprehended all kinds of joys, sorrows, loves, hatreds, and hatreds hidden in his heart.

Let your spirit reincarnate in your memory.

I don't know how long later, Jiang Yi's spirit seemed to have undergone a baptism, becoming more transparent and clear.

"I see, I see!"

He whispered thoughtfully, understanding why the sad meaning of the Cadre's Demon Thoughts was able to condense time and space.

Since entering the Heaven and Man Realm in the Wind and Cloud World, Jiang Yi has experienced several more worlds, and although his strength has improved a lot in the process, the martial arts realm has not changed much.

Especially after swallowing Long Yuan and condensing the Martial Dao Yuan God, he encountered a bottleneck, and the martial arts realm has been stagnant.

Now after comprehending the sad meaning of the Cadre Demon Sword, which is enough to condense time and space, under the bypass, coupled with the profound accumulation before, he finally has a new understanding, and half a foot has stepped into a new realm: replacing the heart of heaven with his own heart, distorting the rules of nature with a powerful and incomparable mind, and tampering with the laws of heaven and earth.

With a movement of the mind, you can freeze time and space, or you can turn death into life, let the rivers flow backwards, and let yin and yang reverse.

Before that, his highest achievement in kendo was Allure? Sword Twenty-Three, able to enter the sword with love, induce the power of heaven and earth to block the space. No matter how much you try to comprehend it, you will never be able to comprehend the true mystery of Sword Twenty-Three.

Now, after he pushed open the door and spied into a whole new realm, he finally touched the true essence of Sword Twenty-Three.

Zheng!

Jiang Yi's eyes flashed coldly, and a clear sword roar faintly sounded in the void.

Then a fierce sword intent erupted from his body, heading straight into the sky.

The rich sad thoughts that filled the void were suddenly torn open by this sword intent.