(Originally, today's chapter was intended to be a long chapter.,But because I missed Hammer's press conference this year a few days ago.,Tonight's replay of watching online.,The three-hour press conference will be finished.,It's twelve o'clock soon.,That's all I have to say.。 Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info。 ）

The hoarfrost showed a pale cyan color on the cold bridge deck, like the color of an expensive ink produced in Shencheng.

Yuan Lai felt the coldness of the frost melting into water at his fingertips, took a deep breath, stood up and continued to walk forward, perhaps closer to the circle of the starlight river, or the reflection of the thicker and thicker hoarfrost on the bridge deck, in short, the whole bridge seemed brighter.

Because it was brighter, Yuan Lai was able to see many scenery that he hadn't otherwise noticed, such as ...... The depiction on the bridge as well as the text.

The depiction should only be the handwriting of mortal craftsmen, but when Yuan Lai stood by the bridge and looked at it carefully for a while, he also had to admire it, the craftsman who built the bridge a hundred years ago must be a famous master, and ignore the grandeur of the bridge and the solidity of the structure, and say that the most superficial stone slab carving is so fine, the pen is unique, quite popular.

However, what caught his eye the most were the words engraved on it.

In Yuan Lai's memory, there are often inscriptions on a great building called the Great Wall, and this Anhe Bridge is obviously not immune to this difficulty, but the words he sees are not chaotic gossip, but some good handwriting!

He didn't know that the deck of this Anhe Bridge was extremely hard, and it was very difficult for non-cultivators to engrave words, so generally those who could engrave words on it were cultivators, and among them, sword cultivation was the mainstay.

In the dim blue and white night light, Yuan Lai saw a place with more than one word, and he looked at it curiously, only to see that it was actually a poem.

Qingdi Wanli Moon Wheel Lonely,

Sweep away the clouds and nothing.

It's a good autumn night in my house,

Don't be helped by anyone on the bridge.

He glanced at a senior surnamed Lu who was on the sign below, and after thinking about it, he remembered that this seemed to be the name of a great cultivator of the Southern Sect in the previous generation.

He took a few more steps and saw another sentence:

The wheel is with the sky, and the bridge span is not passable.

The signature was made by a man named Chen Run.

If I remember correctly, this person existed in a list of the sect masters of the major sects of the Great Apocalypse that Yuan Lai had read, and he was the sect master of a second-rate sect.

Yuan Lai looked at a few more casual words, then retracted his gaze and ignored it anymore, it seems that this Anhe Bridge is far more interesting than he expected, the reason is that one of the ten beauties of the Great Apocalypse is only recognized by ordinary people, but he didn't expect that there are so many cultivators' inscriptions here, a broken bridge is so interesting, then thinking about the background of the Canglang River in Xiao Bai's mouth, he is even more interested, but now is not a good time to study knowledge.

Yuan Lai continued to move forward, the frost under his feet seemed to begin to thicken, and a clear line of footprints was left where he walked.

Slowly, the sound of the river flowing in Yuan Lai's ears suddenly became louder, and the sound of the wind on the river suddenly became louder, and this sudden discomfort made him stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he had crossed the river light belt at some point.

Previously, he could vaguely see that the stars in the river had changed into a large irregular circle composed of bands of light, but now he had unconsciously crossed the circle on the bridge, and came from outside the circle to the circle, so he saw a different scenery.

He stood by the bridge, looked down, and saw a very thick stone pillar erected on the surface of the river as wide as the sea in the sparkling waves, the stone pillar was slightly inclined into the water, and the one that exposed the water was seven or eight meters high.

Yuan Lai only glanced at it a few times and suddenly felt that this stone pillar was very familiar, and after thinking about it, he suddenly thought of something, he quickly hooked the railing of the Anhe Bridge and looked at the bottom of the bridge, only to see that at his feet, an extremely thick stone pier that originally supported the Anhe Bridge had been broken! Only a small part was still connected to the bridge body, and the original bridge pier had disappeared under the huge terrible incision!

Yuan came to look at the stone pillar again, and his heart was terrified!

Could it be that someone cut off one of the stone pillars supporting the bridge of the Anhe Bridge, uprooted it and put it alone in the river?!

This is really unimaginable, how heavy is this stone pillar, and how much strength is needed to do it?

He was stunned when he suddenly noticed a person sitting on the top of the stone pillar.

He obviously didn't see this person, and it was only now that he suddenly realized that the man was sitting cross-legged on the cross-section of the stone pillar, with a black stone-like thing in front of him, and he held an iron sword in his hand.

That action is clearly concentrating on sharpening the sword!

Yuan Lai looked carefully, his breath tightened, that person was indeed the disappeared River Sword Saint, Wu Angelica!

Wu Danggui didn't seem to notice the uninvited guest coming behind him, he just sat on the stone pillar with a blank face and slowly sharpened his sword, the tattered copper and rotten iron constantly rubbing against the world's best sword grinding stone from the sword furnace under his knees, letting out a dull whimper.

For a practitioner who wields a sword, sharpening a sword is always a solemn thing.

A cultivator's sword does not lie in its quality and sharpness, but in whether the practitioner's sword-holding heart is clear in its sword intent, so sharpening the sword is always just the appearance, and grinding the heart is the truth.

Grinding the mind is the cultivation of the mind, the cultivation of the mind is the cultivation of the spirit, and the cultivation of the spirit is the cultivation of the body...... It is a spiritual practice.

Wu Angelica was practicing, and Yuan had already come to a conclusion after looking at it for a while.

Since Xiao Bai taught him to come, it seems that the purpose is to let him watch how Wu Danggui practiced, even if Yuan Lai was more concerned about what Wu Danggui's practice was for.

So, he adjusted his breathing and prepared to be a sightseer quietly.

Gradually, Yuan Lai's ears began to hear the rhythm of Wu Angelica's sword sharpening, and every time his sword rubbed it made a rhythmic sound, and these sounds were combined into a more rhythmic tune, in which the river rushed in, passing through the stone pillars, but the blue wolf star in the river water sank steadily in the water, not moving for ten thousand years.

Yuan Lai stood quietly, watching the sword in Wu Danggui's hand being sharpened to a gradual redden, red appeared from the tip of the sword, and then the tip of the sword dyed the entire sword body red, this red was extremely vivid in the dark night, like a ball of burning blood, or flames.

Finally, the entire sword body has been sharpened red, but Wu Danggui has not changed, and is still sharpening the sword steadily, but the momentum on his body is more restrained, and his eyes are more focused.

"Wow ......"

As soon as the sword was sharpened, the river water that was originally attached to the black stone had turned into blood, flowing down the stone pillar and falling into the river, and it was at this time that he finally stopped sharpening the sword.

Yuan Lai's body tightened, I don't know if he will turn around and look at himself, if Wu Danggui is really the so-called master in the rumors, then there is no reason not to know that he is here, on the bridge.

However, Wu Danggui really didn't notice him, just stood up slowly, and from his slow movements, Yuan Lai tasted a kind of old age that he had concealed very well.

Wu Danggui straightened his waist, a pair of eyes implied the Milky Way looked straight ahead, and he put the red sword in front of him expressionlessly, and beyond that was the surging waves of the river.

(What is he going to do?)

Yuan Lai had doubts in his heart, and then this doubt was quickly solved - Wu Danggui let go of his hand, and the blood-red sword quickly fell and fell into the river!

"Poof!"

A tiny splash of water was stabbed and vanished.

Yuan Lai was taken aback, and was full of uneasiness, but suddenly felt the Anhe Bridge shake a little!

This bridge, which has stood strong for a hundred years, shook a little!

He looked into the river in astonishment, and suddenly noticed a vast and incomparably magical vitality emanating from the river, and then the Canglang River......

It's boiling!(To be continued.) )