(a)

In the middle of the long sea of flowers, there was a pink-clothed woman holding a dark iron sword in one hand, and in the air not far from her, there was a thick fog that shimmered red.

Within a moment, the woman had already walked to the hillside next to the sea of flowers. With a loud shout, the woman slashed at the barrier on the hillside with her sword. Then, the enchantment glowing with white light instantly shattered into tens of thousands of tiny ice crystals and floated in mid-air.

Before the ice crystals could gather again, the woman hurriedly ran towards the outside of the hillside, but as soon as she ran ten feet away from the red mist, she was blocked by another barrier. The woman frowned, and held the sword again, but this enchantment was much thicker than the previous one.

One slash didn't work and another slash, until the manpower to wield the sword was exhausted, and the enchantment didn't react at all. At this time, the dense fog in mid-air suddenly and slowly dispersed, and the woman who had been sleeping in the fog slowly opened her eyes and smiled at the sword-wielding woman. The four eyes met for a moment, and the thick red mist enveloped her again.

"Hiss~" Bai Hua opened her eyes in pain, and a magpie flew away from the top of her head with wings.

Touching his forehead that was poked red, Bai Hua's mood was a little low.

Hey~ It's been a long time, and I still can't split the second barrier. After shaking his head and sighing, Bai Hua lay down on the crosswood, his hands resting on his head, and his eyes looked blankly at the endless blue sky.

Time flies, a hundred years.

Today's Bai Hua has practiced the swordsmanship of Yeshamen and Cangxuanmen to the point of perfection.

(b)

Lying on the crossbar for a while, Bai Hua got up and was about to go back to the teahouse, but the Wufu Sword in his hand made a low humming sound.

Bai Hua lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand that was trembling slightly, and asked with some puzzlement: "Wuyu, what are you shaking?"

In other words, this innocent sword trembled even more as if it had spirituality. When I was confused, I only heard a 'whoosh' sound on the edge of the platform of the sea of clouds. Bai Hua turned around alertly, and at this time, a three-foot-seven-inch long sword came straight towards her.

Bai Hua was startled, and subconsciously held the sword in his hand to block it. Before the three-foot-seven-inch long sword reached Bai Hua, it suddenly turned around, flew to the side, and stopped in the middle of the jacaranda.

Hey, why is this sword so familiar? Bai Hua carefully looked at the lines of the sword body, thinking if he had seen it somewhere.

At this moment, a wisp of green smoke passed by, and in the blink of an eye, the Netherworld had already held the sword floating in the air in his hand.

Babbling~ It's strange, it's strange! This Netherworld God didn't have to leave today, but he turned into a green smoke and came! It's really strange, rare.

Netherworld helped the sword on the armrest, paused for a while, and then turned sideways and called softly: "Xiaobai." ”

Bai Hua immediately responded, "Yes." ’

"How much aura can you gather?" The Nether said as he walked towards her.

Bai Hua was a little embarrassed to ask, and then stretched out his left hand and pinched his thumb and index finger, and whispered, "Eh, it's a loss." ”

"That's how much, you hold it in your palm and let me see. In the blink of an eye, the Netherworld was already standing in front of him.

Hey, this is the rhythm of the acceptance results?

Bai Hua put the Wufu Sword aside, took a deep breath, and stretched out his hands. After being engrossed in concentrating for a while, a few wisps of white aura came out of this hand, but this meager aura stayed for a moment, and then disappeared with the breeze blowing away.

Bai Hua slowly withdrew his hand, looked at the person whose face was already half stiffened with an unnatural smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Eh, it's just a loss." After speaking, Bai Hua felt that he should work harder to explain his progress, "However, I could only condense qi with one hand before, but now I can use both hands." It's just that the size of the aura is true..."

The more he explained, the more he lost his confidence. Then again, after a hundred years of concentrating on cultivation, it is only a small handful of hands that have run so dismally, which seems too pale and powerless to explain.

Netherworld shook helplessly slightly, and said coldly, "Come with me." ”

"Where are you going?" Bai Hua asked curiously.

Netherworld put away his sword and said, "Bamboo Sea." ”

Hey, is it reasonable to explain yourself, this is going to be a reward?

Bai Hua hurriedly walked to the Netherworld, unable to hide his excitement, "When are you leaving?"

"Now. ”

"Really? hahaha, leaving right away? Are you sure I'm going with you?"

"Why? Don't want to go?"

"Go, go, why don't you go!Netherworld, have you figured it out and want to take me to the wind?"

“....”

"Eh, God, you wait for me, I can't fly!"

(b)

After a hundred years, he returned to the sea of clouds and bamboo forests again, Bai Hua looked at the bamboo and sighed in his heart.

Hey, I think I had a lot of fun here!

Bai Hua touched the green bamboo beside him, and was relieved again: Bamboo, you see that you are so thick, when I climbed you, you were only a little old.

"Xiaobai?" A crisp cry from the forest pulled Bai Hua's thoughts back.

Bai Hua slowly turned his head and saw a young girl dressed in moon white waving and smiling at him.

This girl is so cute, with a sweet smile, cute little dimples, and watery eyes, waist-length silver... Silver?

Bai Hua was a little surprised, isn't this girl?

The girl couldn't hide her excitement and trotted to Bai Hua, took her hand again, and asked, "Xiaobai, what's wrong?"

Bai Hua opened his mouth, raised his hand in a wooden manner, pointed at the person in front of him, and asked, "Are you, September?!"

September happily stepped forward to hug him, pulled Bai Hua's hands and nodded violently. The two held hands, glanced at each other, and immediately hugged each other tightly in a joyful circle.

The joyful laughter spread all the way to the Huxin Pavilion, and Ze Huang looked at the two figures in the bamboo forest and the corners of his eyes were crooked, "It seems that they are very happy!"

Yin Ming took a sip of tea, and looked at the bamboo forest with the voice, "I haven't seen them for a hundred years, let them go." ”

Ze Huang bowed, and then the next moment he put a smile on his face, pointed to the brocade box on the table, and asked, "What do you think after reading it?"

Netherworld picked up the black scales in the brocade box and observed them back and forth, "This is indeed the scales of the Black Jiao!"

Ze Huang stepped forward and handed him the waist card in his arms, "This thing is also placed in it." ”

Nether took the card and looked at it carefully. The words engraved on the agarwood waist card made him quite stunned.

"Night!" Netherworld said slowly.

Ze Huang pointed to the water ripples on the waist card, and said, "It is the waist card of the entry immortal in the Night Sand Gate. You say, could this be related to the disciples in the Night Sand Sect?"

Touching the words on the waist card, the Netherworld sat upright.

Since the first battle of Hantan, the black Jiao has been hidden for a hundred years without a trace. And now that its black scales and the Yeshamen waist card have appeared in Zhuhai together, why should they be put together with the Yeshamen waist card?

There are so many questions in my head, but there are no answers. After thinking about this, Netherworld asked Ze Huang again, "Did you find anything when you went?"

Ze Huang shook his head, "When I arrived, I only saw the brocade box, and the position where it was placed was impartial, just by the edge of the barrier. What's even more strange is that the bamboo under my enchantment was also deliberately stabbed. The whole thing is so weird, it looks like it's done on purpose!"

"Zehuang, I'll go to the Wind Realm later. Nether put the waist card and black scales into the brocade box.

Hearing this, Ze Huang got up and said, "You wait, I'll go clean up." ”

After speaking, Ze Huang was about to leave, but Netherworld immediately stopped him and said, "I want to go and check it out secretly, and you can take a look near Zhuhai, maybe there will be a miss, and wait until the July Heavenly God Festival for you to come and meet me." ”

"Then you go, what should Xiaobai do?" Ze Huang glanced at the people in the bamboo forest, and then continued: "As far as I know, Yesha is in retreat at this time, isn't it inappropriate for you to go to Remian Mountain like this? Think about it, even if you kept your face stiff during the last Celestial God Sacrifice, it wasn't that hundreds of pairs of eyes up and down kept staring at you, so how could you secretly investigate?"

Two hundred years ago, at the Heavenly God Festival, Yesha and Cangxuan came with hundreds of disciples. The disciple worshiped for two days, a complicated and cumbersome ritual, and he never went there since.

"Those disciples are really grinding!" Thinking of this, the big head of the ghost couldn't help but close his eyes and rub the acupuncture points.

Ze Huang hurriedly sat down and said, "So, the investigation is not a matter of a day or two. Let's not talk about anything else, the two Daoren of the Night Shamen, you must at least think of a statement that has the best of both worlds, right?"

Netherworld Xu Zhi's jaw bowed, "It's a little inappropriate for you to say that I go alone, I have to find a reason." ”

After speaking, he couldn't help but look sideways at the person in the bamboo forest in the distance.