The moonlight before dawn is cold and sad, the earth is illuminated by the gradually brighter morning light, and the moonlight, which is unwilling to withdraw and has to withdraw willingly, can only withdraw from the stage little by little from the mountains, forests, streets, eaves, etc., waiting for a few hours to appear again

The birds in the woods chirped brightly, the footsteps in the streets and alleys became clearer, the curved corners of the eaves teased the smoke curling in the sky, the earth was peaceful, and the flowers bloomed as if they were yesterday

The sun is shining and the flowers are in full bloom

The whole world is full of beauty

The grief between Zhu Xiaoyu's eyebrows has not yet dissipated, and he has added a lot of worries

At this time, there was no pavilion, and the place where the white-clothed Taoist stood was naturally by the stream, and the distance between him and Zhu Xiaoyu was not very far

Zhu Xiaoyu squinted and stared at the Taoist, who was dressed in white and clearly imprinted in his pupils

He looked at it very seriously, as if he remembered all the faces of Taoist people, even the tiniest strand of hair

He looked very closely, as if he wanted to remember everything about the night, even the smallest details

He had a sword in his hand, and the sword intent was incomparable, just like his gaze at this time

However, it was not a real sword, but a virtual sword that he had condensed into the true element

For some reason, this fat swordsman who had left his name in the Sword Pavilion had never used a real sword, and most of them were just condensed from the things around him, such as the clear wind, the bright moon, and the clouds

Or just feel that this is more convenient, and there is no need to wipe the sword every morning and sun, raise the sword, understand the sword and other troubles, although that can be more perfect with the sword heart, and it also looks more like a swordsman

He was a powerful swordsman, there was no doubt about it, but he didn't look like a real swordsman because he had never used a real sword

But even if he had never used a real sword, whether it was a sword picked up from the breeze or the rain, it still made people dare not despise its edge

His sword intent was very strong at this time, as fierce as his anger

This anger has the intense grief over the old man's death, the strong worry about Shen Li, and the strong boredom of the Thousand Mountains Sect

What happened tonight was undoubtedly a twist and turn, and the only time he used his sword was finally stabbed to the earth because of the old man, and the crack between the earth was beside him, deep and cold, which made people palpitate

Although the realm of the Taoist is much higher than him, although most of the things tonight are not caused by the Taoist, although the old man is bent on death, although there are too many, he is still very angry

Because no matter what you say, the old man he respects the most is dead, and now, Shen Li, whom he respects the most, is still in the ding, and he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead

It made him feel angry

His sword had gradually taken shape, it was long, thick, and powerful

Like a wild horse about to break free from the reins, it is full of bursting brutality

He was ready to stab the Daoist with a sword, regardless of whether it would attract the wrath of the Daoist and the Thousand Mountains Sect

He had already made up his mind when he was out of the pavilion before, and after returning to Kyoto, he would definitely disturb all the courtyards supported by the Thousand Mountains Sect in Kyoto, but after all, it was a power system separated from the Thousand Mountains Sect, not the sect itself

Moreover, the situation at this time was different from that time, when the old man was still there, no matter how he was messing around, there would always be an old man who would come out to help him shelter from the wind and rain

And now that the old man is not here, if he stabs this sword, it will indicate that the Qingye Division will truly be the enemy of the Thousand Mountains Sect

The Dali Dynasty has never been afraid of any force, even if it is the Qianshan Sect, the first sect outside the world, he Zhu Xiaoyu has never cared about the anger of the Qianshan Sect or the people of the Dragon Chair, he has been suppressing his anger, not because of any fear, but because of the old man

The old man's only request before he died was to keep the night division safe in the wind and rain, even if he didn't care about the anger of some bullshit bigwig, how could he break the old man's last wish at will?

After the old man returned to death, the few wisps of withered hair had fallen to the ground, and they were not conspicuous on the dark earth, as if they were about to melt into the earth

He tried not to look at the strands of withered hair, but the withered hair seemed to have a strange magical power that always caught his eye

At this moment, he suddenly sensed something, and suddenly turned around, the anger in his eyes did not dissipate, and a long sword suddenly appeared in his pupils

There was an extra long sword, not that he had stabbed the void sword in his hand, but that there was a real big sword reflected in his eyes

What kind of sword was that? he muttered softly subconsciously

This is not a question sentence, but an exclamation sentence, because I was too shocked to know how to express my feelings

Just earlier, his sword had inadvertently split half of the mountain, which was enough to shock the world

And this sword traveled more than 90,000 miles, breaking through the sky and cutting through the clouds all the way, and really split the entire sky

Many years ago, he once went to the Sword Pavilion on a certain path over the Wanling Pine Leaves, and was fortunate enough to see this sword

Many years later, when he could sit in another small dark room, occasionally thinking of the sword light that cut through the sky, he would still sigh with heartfelt emotion

That's a very powerful sword indeed

And at that time, he was qualified to overlook the dark night of the whole world

............

The white-clothed Taoist stared at the Ding furnace with his eyes, as if he could see the scene inside the Ding through the thick Ding wall, there was no expression on his face, no pity, no vigilance, not even calm

This expression is very light, so faint that it can no longer be described by the word indifference

He saw the young man carrying Shen Li on his back, staggering in the darkness, his steps were firm, as if he was looking for the so-called faint light

It's bleak, it's tragic, but it's also absurd

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and the Taoist was a little sarcastic

This is the contempt of the strong for the weak, and the mockery of the prophet for the ignorant

At this time, they were full of darkness in the Ding, where is the light, and where is the light?

Seeking, seeking, lingering, it seems to be a firm way home, but in the end it is just a futile jump under the well

The Taoist narrowed his gaze, looked up at the cold moonlight that gradually disappeared into the daylight, and lowered his head and smiled mockingly again

Fang Cai's smile was a mockery of the young man's ignorant and pitiful persistence, and now this smile is a self-deprecation of his excessive self-knowledge

No one could have imagined, let alone that he would have to sacrifice such a powerful sect secret method as the Meiye Law to truly suppress Shen Li in the dark

Although Shen Li had cut down a mountain of laws and regulations before, he had successively said a total of seventeen words of regulations, representing a total of seventeen major mountains, even if Shen Li could cut down a mountain, how could he resist one after another?

He suddenly frowned and looked out of the sky, for he felt the sword, and even a long time ago, he knew that it would come

It's just that he is a little puzzled, the person who came from thousands of miles to kill that sword is Shen Li, and now Shen Li has fallen into a mortal situation, so why does this sword still sound so high?

And full of fighting spirit?

Could it be that this sword that came from 90,000 miles away was not to kill Shen Li?

The Taoist brushed away a speck of dust from his sideburns, a little puzzled

............

Xu Zi'an walked between the crevices of the rocks, the raised gravel was as sharp as a sharp knife, the clothes on his body were already ragged, his hair and shoulders were congealed into blood scars, and the dust and some gravel were sticky together

He was really tired at this time, so tired that he didn't even dare to close his eyes, afraid that he would never be able to open them again after closing his eyes, although he didn't have any chance to make a move tonight, but whether it was Xie Hu or a series of battles afterward, his spirit had been in an extremely tense state, and his mind had been consumed countless times

If Shen Li is the lamp of life that has dried up the silence, then he is tired and weak at this time

There are too many changes tonight, no matter which one it is, it is a heaviness that ordinary teenagers can't imagine, and he can keep holding on to this time without being in a coma, which already means that his heart is really firm

But the tenacity of the heart does not mean that the body can also bear this burden, all his consciousness is numb now, he doesn't know how to lift his feet, and how to drop his feet, he just subconsciously walks forward, wanting to take Shen Li home

The silent and numb walking, stubborn and empty eyes, made Xu Zi'an look like a silent reef in the river that could not be washed for thousands of years

There was endless darkness all around, where could he escape, and where could he go?

..................

The little starlight that represents the cycle of blurred life is shaking in the dark night at this time, and it is almost extinguished

"You can't escape"

Shen Li, who was lying on Xu Zi'an's shoulder, raised his head, looked at the darkness in front of him and laughed at himself

Xu Zi'an did not reply, holding an umbrella in one hand and Shen Li on his back in the other, still stubbornly continuing to walk forward

Shen Li shook his head, wanting to ridicule the young man's meaningless attachment at this time as before, but suddenly saw a wisp of cotton wool hanging on the umbrella, and said with a rare apology

"I've done my best with this padded jacket............

"But it's okay, the linen clothes on the old man surnamed Mo have burned out even a thread, why did I leave you some torn cotton wool, it's much stronger than him, isn't it?"

Shen Li shook his head to show his pride, but his gray hair was very dazzling

Xu Zi'an turned his head, looked at the white hair scattered on his shoulders, and bowed his head silently

Seeing that Xu Zi'an did not respond, Shen Li whispered

"You kid is saying something, you know that what Lao Tzu is most afraid of is this kind of cold and lonely scene, Lao Tzu is dying, you are still like a stuffy gourd like this, it will make Lao Tzu feel like he is really like an idiot"

"What Lao Tzu hates the most in his life is loneliness, and what he hates more than this is being treated as an idiot, but now it's good, and it's taken up before he dies."

"Lao Tzu is very depressed now"

Pulling out his crotch melancholy, Shen Li continued to babble with a smile on his eyebrows

"Come, come, come, there is no one, just the two of us, you secretly reveal the bottom to Lao Tzu, this cotton jacket has become this desolate appearance, are you distressed or not?"