There was a strong wind passing through the umbrella, blowing the corner of Xu Zi'an's clothes, the rags were hunting in the wind, there was a very rough smell in the wind, and the cheeks of the young man who hit him were faintly painful

This kind of taste Xu Zi'an is very familiar with, this is the taste of mountain wind

The wind of the plains, no matter how strong, will always carry the gentle fragrance of meadow earth, while the mountain wind is different, colder and rough, like a thick cocoon on the palm of an Orion's hand, and there is always some rough taste that cannot be removed

This is the Dingnei of the white-clothed Taoist, which is a closed space completely cut off from the outside world, how can there be a mountain wind?

Unless there is a mountain breaking the peak

This kind of question did not puzzle Xu Zi'an for too long, because there was an answer quickly

In the sky reflected by the light of the sword, a huge mountain with towering peaks really descended from beyond the darkness

The mountain is extremely majestic, there is no grass and green forest on the mountain, the thick mountain is only a huge black and slimy mountain rock, each mountain stone exudes a solemn atmosphere, as if there is a magical power in those lights that can go straight into the hearts of people, just like the precepts of Zhou Law are awe-inspiring

This majestic and silent mountain, which made people dare not resist, smashed straight towards Shen Li, the mountain fell at a rapid speed, and the air was squeezed out with a rumbling sound

Shen Li was still in the air at this time, slightly bent over, a little tired

The previous knife, at the cost of burning his life, shook the Taoist out of a few drops of blood like a plum in the snow, but by the rebound of the concussion force, the corners of his mouth and the tiger's hand also cracked countless cracks, and the blood flowed down the tiger's mouth along the sealing knife to the blade, and the vague and complex patterns on the knife were even more demonic and crazy because of the fullness of the bloodstains, and it burst out like a red glow like a sunset, revealing a power that took people's bone marrow

And in the deepest part of the darkness, where the tip of the knife collided with the top wall, there was a faint bright spot that was emitting a mysterious and unpredictable glimmer, and the light point was very weak, like a candle flame in a strong wind

It was the fateful reincarnation that Shen Li attached to the tip of the knife, and now this reincarnation was tightly attached to the Ding Wall, waiting for the Taoist to unravel it

His fate is loneliness, and reincarnation is loneliness

Reincarnation is incomprehensible, fate is irreversible, loneliness is unstoppable, and loneliness is unstoppable

The white-clothed Taoist often accompanies the gods, the most tomorrow's intentions, and he knows very well that whether it is fate or reincarnation, it is the most powerful law in heaven and earth, and no one can really break or break it, so he doesn't plan to solve it, so he lets the point of light move like a spark to the Ding wall

A spark can set a prairie on fire, but only if there is a wasteland to burn

His white tripod can even accommodate the holy fire, how can he care about a little spark?

Even if this spark could really ignite the entire wasteland, what could it be?

As long as that reincarnation will not be tied to his Dao heart, as long as the Dao obstacles on his Dao heart can be cleared, Bai Ding ......... If it's broken, it's broken, this tripod is what he refined, and it's good to repair it

Shen Li took his own reincarnation as a proposition and waited for him to solve it

His way of solving the problem was very simple, he killed Shen Li directly

As soon as Shen Li died, this question would naturally be solved

There is a plum garden on the top of a thousand mountains, three thousand plum leaves bloom in the plum garden all the year round, each plum leaf is recorded, there is a Taoist law and regulations that contain the mystery of the world, it is rumored that these laws and regulations are as heavy as a mountain, as grand as the sea, and as heavy as heaven and earth

The characters that the white-clothed Taoist slowly said at this time were from the laws of the mountains recorded on the plum leaves

He uttered a total of seventeen regulations, so there were seventeen mountains in Bai Ding

He wanted to see what other means Shen Li had to break these laws and regulations, or how many could he break?

Shen Li really didn't know how to break it at this time, because he was now close to the lamp drying up

Looking up at the mountain that was about to be pressed above his head, his expression became solemn, and the person stood still in the air, bowing his head slightly, not knowing what he was thinking

But then Shen Li raised his head again, and the luster in his eyes became clearer and clearer, not the casualness and arrogance of the past, but a touch of unusually serious determination

He found that all he could do at this point seemed to be to swing a knife

He was already in a serious situation, and now he was almost dry, even if he still had some powerful spells, he didn't have much power to use now

He only had a knife by his side, and all he could do was swing it

Hold your breath, concentrate, turn your wrist slightly, and the tip of the knife tilt towards the sky

Shen Li adjusted the amount of true yuan in his body that was almost dry, and burned the last trace of essence blood from the deepest part of his life with a secret method, striving to raise his body to the peak state that could be reached at this time, and there were white hairs on his head that gradually emerged, looking extremely dazzling

The sealing knife drank blood and red light, and made the craziest roar in the darkness, and the sound became more and more high-pitched

Shen Li stepped down hard, and a shaking black ripple suddenly appeared in the darkness

The ripples were still spreading, but Shen Li had already flown through the darkness, drawing a red light in the darkness like when a rose bloomed

The sealing knife that bloomed with the most bewitching red light, the cotton wool that kept falling from the jacket like snow, and the middle-aged tree with a rough face full of stubble Shen Lishen, because of the reason of burning life, the stubble instantly turned white to the extent visible to the naked eye, as if it had experienced all the vicissitudes of life in an instant, and it looked very desolate under the light of the red light

Directly in front of the tip of his sword, the mountain containing the laws and regulations was slamming into him with a ruthless and ferocious momentum

The scene is spectacular, but it is also tragic

There was no recurrence of the loud sound that had just resounded through the sky

In the darkness, a red thread suddenly emerged, the line was very thin and long, like the red thread in the hand of the matchmaker in the embroidery workshop

This extremely long red line extends from one end of the mountain peak to the other end of the mountain, with the generation of this red line, the whole mountain suddenly appeared strangely still, and then slowly separated in the air at the angle drawn by the red line, half of the peak is half of the peak, and the other half is the bottom of the peak, this mountain containing the power of Taoist laws and regulations was really cut in two by Shen Li!

In the incision of the mountain, there is not a single superfluous rock that can emerge from the playful stones, and the smooth ones are smoother and smoother than the steps carefully paved with high-quality jade in Zhu Xiaoyu's city lord's mansion, which is famous for its luxury in the mountains

Shen Li was still in the air at this time, the sealing knife hung weakly to the side, and a drop of blood slowly fell into the air along the sealing knife, like a piece of broken petals

As if he had used up all his strength, Shen Li's body kept trembling in the air, and finally fell straight down, like the loneliest floating grass among the petals of a broken flower

The mountain split in half in the air, and the ghostly light on the mountain disappeared and fell straight to the ground with Shen Li

With two loud shocks that made the entire earth tremble, countless huge and heavy gravel flew towards the darkness in all directions, and in the darkness, Xu Zi'an held an umbrella above his head to defend against the huge force between the boulders

Xu Zi'an didn't know why he subconsciously chose to hold an umbrella to resist these boulders, in fact, after Shen Li put the pavilion umbrella beside him, he went to wave his knife to break the ding, and he didn't say a word to him, nor did he explain anything about this umbrella

And during the period when Shen Li waved his hand and called the umbrella, because of the invisible refining power in the darkness, Xu Zi'an was in an unconscious great pain

Therefore, he didn't know that the inexplicable broken umbrella in front of him was actually the pavilion outside the town that helped him shelter from the wind and rain and the night, and he didn't know that the pavilion where he used to read books was actually under a dilapidated umbrella

Maybe it was the yellow handles on the umbrella that made him feel familiar, or maybe it was that this umbrella would give him a sense of steadiness from the bottom of his heart, so although the umbrella did look a little tattered, he still subconsciously chose to hide behind the umbrella and use the umbrella surface to block the huge debris that hit him head-on

It turns out that this dilapidated umbrella really lived up to his expectations

A very soft light lit up on the surface of the umbrella, and this light was as soft as the water waves, and it also unloaded all the flying boulders with a mysterious skill, helping him resist all the stone rain

Xu Zi'an held the old umbrella hard, and in the rain of falling stones, he desperately ran in the direction where Shen Li fell

The stone rain gradually subsided, and the surroundings returned to dead silence, Xu Zi'an staggered and kept searching, and finally found Shen Li, who was covered in blood in a crack in the gravel, and the sealing knife still revealed a trace of red light, but the light was already very dim

With Xu Zi'an's support, Shen Li sat down beside a boulder with difficulty, the rough stubble on his face completely lost his former brilliance, the soft and cowardly drooping on his lips looked listless, and the scattered hair fluttered in the dark, during which the white silk seemed to be dyed with a layer of cold frost

The hoarfrost became more and more dyed, and after a while, the whole black hair was dyed white

The strange scene in front of him was a little incomprehensible to Xu Zi'an, but it didn't prevent him from feeling the rapidly fading breath of life on Shen Li's body, which he had seen before, on the old man of the Qingye Division

This is the extinction and decay of the wind and candle at the end of life, and it is also the twilight and loneliness when the sun is waning

Overnight, the old man turned into rain, and Shen Li was almost dead, although he had this ominous premonition in his heart a few days ago, but when everything happened, Xu Zi'an suddenly found that this kind of life-and-death parting still made him feel unbearable

His eyes were not red as blood because of grief, and the big heart that was unusually hard was still stubbornly beating again and again according to the original rules, and it was not so rapid that he felt that he could not breathe, nor was it so slow that it made him feel like he wanted to suffocate

He just felt a little lost and didn't know how to believe what was happening in front of him

The middle-aged uncle, who has always been lazy, vulgar, debauched, shameless, lawless, lawless, and even omnipotent, made the whole world talk about the color change, and the man who was depressed in his words, just sat in front of a broken stone like a homeless wild dog, lonely, lonely, helplessly waiting for the real arrival of death?

Xu Zi'an felt that such a sad scene should not happen to Shen Li, which did not conform to Shen Li's coquettish and arrogant image

He walked over and carried Shen Li on his shoulder, wrapped one hand around Shen Li's legs and knees, preventing Shen Li, who had no strength from slipping off his shoulders at this time, and grasped the handle of the umbrella with one hand, step by step, step by step into the darkness

He walked slowly with every step, but he also walked with great determination

He was ready to escape from this darkness with Shen Li on his back, at least to escape back to the despondent and shabby home in the town, he knew that Shen Li must be very, very tired at this time, he must have wanted to drink a bowl of green onion noodles made by himself, he must have wanted to lie on the old chair and watch the peach blossoms

He must have wanted to go home

He wanted to take him home