Standing quietly above the Qingyunmen Palace, Han Xuewei's flower-like face was full of evil spirit, waiting for half a moment, but finally didn't see any movement, smiled slightly, and with a slick of the green sword in his hand, it turned into blue light and disappeared into the vast sea of people.

In the depths of the rubble-covered Qingyunmen Hall, a dark stone. It emits a faint glow. Although it was a dazzling day, no one ignored this ordinary stone that could not be in the ordinary.

Suddenly, an earth-shattering roar came from the dark stone, looking at the dilapidated Qingyun Gate, which seemed to contain this deep anger. Finally, it turned into a deep sigh, drowning in the middle of the large sand and gravel

Time flies, year after year, the dark stone, lonely and lonely in the loneliness silently lonely. And the figure in the stone is also in the lonely stone, year after year of penance. Year after year, I silently accumulate strength in loneliness and hatred.

Over the years, as a former disciple of Qingyunmen, I have secretly come a few times. At first, it was quite frequent, but gradually, as if things were not people, there were fewer and fewer of them.

Time has passed, and a few decades later, several more sects have been established here, but all of them have been destroyed for no reason. With the emergence of such reasons. There is no longer a single figure in the once glorious Qingyunmen Hall. And as people continue to die near Qingyunmen, Qingyunmen is becoming more and more recognized as an ominous place. There are fewer and fewer people coming to Qingyunmen.

Year after year has passed, and Lu Shenchen, the world-famous hero who has spanned the entire Yunzhou for thousands of years, has gradually disappeared from people's field of vision. Maybe in a few years, the former Qingyunmen will turn into a speck of dust and disappear into the entire sky. Not to mention Lu Shenchen.

The passage of time has never been noticed, and Lu Shenchen is alone, in the lonely stone, and he stays for a thousand years. A thousand years of time can turn the sea into a mulberry field. It can make the green silk white. It can make many things that were originally thought to be a lifetime become boring.

And the figure in the dark stone has been cultivating in the stone for thousands of years and thousands of years. In the end, even the figure in the dark stone did not know how many years he had been in this stone.

It is often said that loneliness is the most poisonous medicine, capable of driving a person crazy. And Lu Shenchen is in this lonely poison, year after year. Trying the most poisonous poison over and over again.

The dark stone seemed to be the strongest prison in the world, and even Lu Shenchen didn't know how many years he had been in this prison.

In this chaotic year, there are no more people who came to the former Qingyunmen. Only the occasional passing birds and beasts verify that this is not a lonely place.

Lu Shenchen in the dark stone did not notice, and could not have noticed. Every year, there will always be a figure who silently comes to the peak not far from Qingyunmen, silently watching the entire Qingyunmen.

The slight green breeze caressed, and the long black hair of the person came.

Lu Shenchen in the figure in the dark stone, it is even more impossible to believe that every year passes, the person who comes will carve one shadow after another of Lu Shenchen in a stone, and then take the stone away.

Thousands of years later, a figure rode the wind and landed on the peak not far from Qingyunmen. Through the blue light, the eyes are full of deep longing.

With a trace of reluctance, he said to Qingyunmen in the distance: "Master, in a few days, I will be ascending, and I don't know when I will be able to come here in the future." Over the years, I have been protecting the corpse of my master. But the pace of time can't retain the brilliance of the years. Even the master's corpse has turned into ashes and disappeared into the world.

I don't know what I'm living for, and I don't understand why I still love you and can't say it in my life. I hated that murderer and shattered my lifelong dreams. can never be in a silent corner, silently watching you, falling in love with you".

Tears flowed down the cheeks of the visitor, and at first glance, it was Lin Xuexian. It's just a trace of time, but it hasn't left a trace on Lin Xuexian's face, and it's still like that. Although it is a no-makeup body, it is even more moving.

It's like thinking of something. Lin Xuexian said with tears in her eyes: "Originally, I didn't want to soar, I wanted to stay in Qingyunmen and accompany this place that made me sad and happy for a lifetime." Because here are the traces you have left behind. But I found your murderer, and even I didn't believe that person could be a teacher. ”

Fifty years ago, Shi Niang had already soared. Master, don't worry, even if it's a mountain of swords and a sea of fire. I will also bring the head of the master to you. To pay tribute to the master's spirit in heaven. I'll make my wife regret it. Soon, I will ascend to the immortal realm, and I hope that the master will bless me. Let me be able to cut my mother

Take a deep look, Qingyunmen. Lin Xuexian's figure faded and disappeared into the clouds. Only the slightest residual fragrance remains, proving that a woman was once here.

Another thousand years later, Lu Shenchen in the dark stone. In these thousands of endless years, I am already going crazy. Even Lu Shenchen seemed to be desperate, thinking that he would never be able to break the stone wall in his life.

The poison of loneliness made Lu Shenchen already crazy. I believe that no one can believe what it is like to be locked up in a place for thousands of years.

In these thousands of years. Lu Shenchen has tried countless methods. But it is used on the dark stone walls. It is like a drop of water flowing into the sea. There is not the slightest ripple. It didn't work in the slightest.

If it weren't for Lu Shenchen's strong enough mind, he would have committed suicide in the long years. But even if he didn't commit suicide, I believe Lu Shenchen wouldn't be able to last long. Because loneliness is really a very poisonous poison, Lu Shenchen can't bear it anymore.

Another month later, suddenly several screams came from not far from the dark stone. Then a young man with a pale face was holding a Qingfeng sword. The footsteps staggered towards this side.

At this time, only a few sparse footsteps were heard, and then a young man with a cold face led a few big men over.

When the pale young man saw this, his already pale face became even paler. Holding the Qingfeng Sword tightly in his hand. It was as if this Qingfeng sword could give the pale boy some sense of security.

Looking at the pale young man, the young man with a cold face sneered slightly and said, "Han Li, why didn't you run away?" There is a kind of continuous escape. I'll see if you can escape from the palm of Young Master Ben's hand," he said and let out a wild laugh.

Several big men on the side laughed when they saw the young master like this.