"It is rumored that the sword god went to the Outer Realm, fought with the Demon Clan Venerable for several days, and finally flew into the Heavenly Dao together. Zhang Ze had slowed down his movements a little, expressing curiosity about this matter, "If this Lonely Cloud Sword God is still there, there will definitely be no today's situation." ”

"Legends are always like that. The voice in the sword said, "No one will ever see it with their own eyes." ”

Zhang Zeyi remembered the book he had taken away from Shuge, which wrote about the battle between these two strongest men in the world. So he asked, "Are you very familiar with the Sword God?"

"That's not what you should be concerned about. The voice in the sword became a little cold.

Zhang Ze already knew that he couldn't say it anymore, so he looked for another topic, "Have you ever heard of the saying that there are six in the world?" This was also seen in that book, which he thought was incredible at the time, but now he thinks that this statement still has some truth.

"The world is wonderful. ”

"Is there a six?" Zhang Ze was already not satisfied with this answer, and asked.

The sword in his hand suddenly overflowed with a sword intent, and the voice in the sword said angrily: "You have too many questions!"

Zhang Ze had thought that he had been locked in that place for many years, and a person should always be a chatterbox, but now how do you look at this character who has stored his soul in this black and dirty nameless sword, it is not what he imagined. So I didn't try to say anything more to him, but continued with the movements in my hands.

"Wars are not easily provoked, but often because of something, like you. After some trivial things are infinitely magnified, the balance of the pattern is broken. After being silent for a long time, the voice in the sword suddenly said: "Qingyun won't be so stupid, this is a game, as big as the world." ”

"So what will you do?" asked Zhang Ze, tilting his head.

A mournful laugh came from the sword, "This is also my lonely mountain, and it is also your lonely mountain, I can't do anything anymore, but you can." ”

Zhang Ze shook his head and chuckled, very relaxed, "I never said that this is my lonely mountain, in fact, what does it matter to me? I am an idler, and it is also very idle to leave the lonely mountain." ”

"I don't know you at all. The voice in the sword said.

"There's not much to know. Zhang Ze said calmly: "For a generation like you, are there still few things to experience? You have something to do, and so do I." After all, all I have to do is drop this sword in my hand in this stream, and then I won't have any trouble again. This sword has your soul, maybe it will kill me, maybe it will unload me eight pieces, it's a big deal to get a fish to die and the net will be broken, you and I are uncomfortable, but I don't want to do this, I just want to walk slowly and watch. ”

The voice in the sword was silent for a while, and then said, "You believe in fate very much. ”

"Nope. Zhang Ze shook his head and said, "Some things must be completed step by step in the plan and arrangement, while others have to follow fate, take one step at a time, in fact, you can only rely on things like "fate" or "luck". ”

"What do you think of your luck?"

"It's always been good, and fate takes care of me, so I rarely complain about the world. ”

"Interesting. ”

"I promised you to be the first in the sword test, but now it's the case, so please say the second thing you want me to do for you. ”

There was no sound in the sword for a long time.

......

When Ma San hurriedly found Zhang Zeji, someone was washing his sword by the stream, thinking to himself how could he still have such a leisurely pleasure now.

"The three coalition forces know the central boundary, and soon the army will come to the lonely mountain. ”

Zhang Ze had finally stopped the movement in his hand and stopped washing his sword, and looked at Ma San calmly, "The mystery is not in a hurry, the ambassadors are not in a hurry, and the acting head is not in a hurry, you should also be indifferent." ”

Ma San sighed, "I'm still a child, and I've never experienced such a thing as war." ”

Zhang Ze had already glanced at him and said mockingly: "Is there a child as old as you? Youth is gone, you and I are both old people, maybe in a few years, our thoughts have already entered the grave." ”

Ma San nodded, but he was still worried about the three alliances that would arrive soon.

Zhang had made a joke with ease, causing the two of them to laugh.

"Have you ever died?" Zhang suddenly asked.

Ma San thought for a while and said: "The swordsman makes a living from the sword, like walking on a sharp edge, has he ever walked through the ghost gate once or twice?"

"It's considered dead, so what are you afraid of?"

Ma San disagreed, and said: "At the moment of death, he will see many things clearly, and when he does not die and comes back to life, he will never die again." ”

"I didn't die when I died, but I didn't die, but I had a big life. Zhang blinked and said.

Ma San looked at the entire Lonely Mountain and sighed slightly, "I went to the Lonely Mountain to practice at the age of seven, so this is my Lonely Mountain, and I will not let others trample on this land easily." Then he said excitedly to Zhang Zeji: "Friend, draw your sword and fight!"

Zhang Ze had already looked at him strangely, thinking that it would be like being beaten for a while, ignoring him, but looking down at the sword in his hand.

This sword is still very rusty, it needs to be sharpened, and it must be a very sharp sword when it comes out of the sheath.

This is your lonely mountain, your lonely mountain, but not my lonely mountain, but you still pick up the sword, and everything that comes can be killed.