The morning sun comes from the east, with the hills behind Linlu, the slight warm morning light has no trace of Xi, and the melting is shrouded in the mountain, and there are more than ten masters and apprentices in the Jianlu, all of whom are in the warm light, standing against the rì head, which looks like an oil painting.

At the bottom of the hill, the three generations of disciples of the Sword Mansion, the sword servants, and the servants who had served the Sigu Sword for countless years, the officials, looking at this scene, knew that the grandmaster of Dongyi City had reached the last moment, and countless people could not hide their sorrows, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed in the direction of the hill.

Mountainside, mountain dwelling, Fan Xian and the shadow looked over there, although their faces were not moved, their hearts were already moved. Fan Xian suddenly felt that his mood was a little weird, in fact, for so many years, his relationship with Dongyi City has always been extremely complicated, especially for the great master of Sigu Jian, he actually does not have any deep understanding of his heart, he only knows that the other party is a super strong man, a bull who can change the general trend of the world with a sword in his hand, in many past years, Sigu Sword is his biggest enemy, but the moon has changed, and the relationship between people has changed so much.

But Fan Xian, even last night, didn't have any extra feelings for Sigu Jian, and the negotiation between him and Sigu Jian was just a cooperation between the two sides based on some kind of interests. For a great grandmaster who killed many of his subordinates and killed a lot of Qingren, Fan Xian really couldn't sigh too much.

And yet at the moment.

When the sun came, Fan Xian couldn't help but laugh bitterly at himself, looking at the thin figure on the mountain, wondering if he was dazzled, he actually regarded this great master as a revolutionary who guarded the world and cherished the people.

The shadow took a step outside the mountain gate, quietly and dazedly looking at the Sigu Sword on the top of the mountain, looking at the last few breaths of his brother who was entangled and hurt by his life.

Fan Xian retreated to the shadow of the mountain gate, and fell silent, for some reason, his heart and blood came slightly, and the two strands of true qi in his body with completely different qualities slowly operated, especially the powerful domineering true qi at the back of the snow mountain, which was released along the two arms, and turned back at the edge of the palm, forming an extremely rounded true qi circuit, only half an inch away from the palm, but it was an extremely sensitive true qi released.

He felt something, sensed something, and looked sideways to the east, until he looked at the vast sea over there, and the waves on the seashore where he was breathing under the red gaze.

The gaze of the sword on the top of the mountain also fell on the waves.

There is a wind in the distance, carrying a slightly wet raindrop, and there is a slightly heavy dark cloud above the morning sun in the sky, and the wind and rain are coming, as if it is a send-off, like a baptism.

............ Except for Fan Xian and the dying Sigu Sword, no one sensed the aura that the person deliberately released. Fan Xian quietly left the mountain dwelling, left behind the people who worshiped the people in the four directions of the Sword Mansion, swept diagonally into Dongyi City, increased his speed to the fastest Cheng Dù, and in a very short time, he stepped through the private houses and merchants, passed the port ships, and came to a secluded beach outside Dongyi City, near the coast of the East China Sea.

At this time, the raindrops on the seaside have fallen intensively, hitting the beach, ten thousand pits.

A gray shadow swept by, and then stopped on the bluestone next to the beach extremely strongly, it was Fan Xian. He squinted at the small pits on the beach that the rain had clicked on, and suddenly remembered that many years ago, under the cliffs of Shanzhou, he looked at the traces left on the beach when the half of the boat sank.

The wind and rain did not get bigger, but it blew and landed so softly and coldly. The morning sun rose higher, and after the rain clouds rose, the light of the entire Dongyi City was darkened, especially on the sea, the waves crashed on the stones, stirring up countless water mist, and the oblique wind and drizzle that landed in the air intersected, adding a bit of misty sè.

Behind the mist of the water, the figure of a huge ship slowly appeared, the hull of which was huge, and it was the kind of ocean-going merchant ship that could resist the huge waves of thousands of miles of sea. The ship couldn't get close to the shore full of reefs, but it was far away from the sea, although the distance was extremely far, but the sense of oppression for no reason still made Fan Xian feel a little nervous.

The sea suddenly calmed down at this time, although the wind and rain continued, but the raindrops entered the sea silently, the sand entered silently, and the world was moistened silently, and the waves no longer violently hit the shore, but slowly fell together, like the breath of this continent.

In the white mist, a small boat loomed.

Fan Xian took a deep breath, then stepped on the slightly wet sand and walked towards the beach to welcome the arrival of the small boat.

At the bow of the boat stood a man with his hands behind his back, long white hair tied behind his head with a strip of cloth, a strange face, clear and unfathomable eyes, and a hat on his head, which was small but kept the gentle but dense wind and rain from approaching the boat.

At the bow of the ship sat a man wearing a hat, but the brim did not hide his distinctive hair, and the strange and terrifying smile on his lips.

Ye Liuyun came, and when Si Gu Jian was dying, he finally came to see him off.

Fan Xian's heart was slightly shocked, and then he looked at the person sitting at the stern of the boat and laughed gently. Mr. Fei Jie also came, and when he was about to be exhausted, he was able to see a loved one, which actually diluted the shock caused by Ye Liuyun's sudden appearance.

............ The boat approached the seaside, Ye Liuyun stood quietly at the bow of the boat, his eyes crossed the greentree hills on the seaside, and cast it into the distance, probably in the distance in that direction, Si Gu Jian was on the hills, looking at the seaside miserably and indifferently.

Fan Xian stood in the wind and rain, wiped a handful of rain on his face, looked at Ye Liuyun, who was silent and didn't say a word, his thin lips opened slightly, and he still didn't say a word after all.

As the sound of the water gradually rose, Fei Jie jumped off the stern of the boat and walked towards the shore in the shallow water. Fan Xian hurriedly stepped forward and helped the teacher ashore, and the master and apprentice glanced at each other, their eyes were gentle and gratifying.

Fan Xian didn't say anything about the problems in Kyoto, the problems of Shijia Village, and the problems of Chen Pingping, because he knew that it was his life's wish for Teacher Fei Jie to travel abroad. Since Chen Pingping deceived him, Fan Xian naturally had to continue to deceive.

"For the past two years, we have been walking around the islands of the South Seas. Fei Jie looked at his most proud disciple and said with a smile: "Originally, I decided to set sail this year and go to the West for a walk." ”

"The West is far away. Fan Xian glanced at Ye Liuyun, who was standing at the bow of the ship, ignored the great master, took the teacher's hand and walked away, and said worriedly: "With your temper, I am afraid that you will have to go to the depths of the Western Ocean Continent, how many years will it take to go back and forth?"

Fei Jie looked at him with a smile and said, "With the age of Master Ye and me, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back if I go here." ”

Fan Xian's throat seemed to be blocked by something, originally he thought that he would never see Mr. again in this life, but he didn't expect to see him today, but it was goodbye, and after secretly gloomy for a while, he pointed to the sea and smiled: "With such a big ship, even the world can go." ”

Fei Jie looked back, looked at the shadowy giant ship behind the mist, and laughed: "I bought a lot of foreign servants, and some foreign girls, who were born very different from us women, you have to look at it, you must like it." ”

"I've been with Masoso for a while. Fan smiled and replied, "Why are you here today?"

Mr. Fei Jie wanted to talk about this question before, he looked back at Ye Liuyun, who was standing at the head of the boat and had not landed, and said after a moment of silence: "He seems to have sensed something, and he knows that Sigu Jian is going to die, so he wants to come and give him a ride." ”

"Hmm......" Fan Xian lowered his head slightly, glanced at Ye Liuyun, who was like a statue in the rain on the bow of the ship, and said with a complicated chuckle: "Didn't Sigu Sword be killed by him and His Majesty?"

Fei Jie shook his head and didn't say anything. Fan Xian also stopped the topic, looked at Ye Liuyun's posture, and shook his head with Mr.

............ Ye Liuyun stood silently in front of the boat, silently looking at the direction of Dongyi City, at this time the hat on his head seemed to have lost its effect, allowing the wind and rain to hit his body, and then slid into the boat, damp.

After a long time, the Great Grandmaster suddenly lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and then beckoned to Fan Xian.

Fan Xian was slightly startled, but his expression did not change at all, he walked over calmly, stood in the knee-high seawater, looked at the boat less than five steps apart, and respectfully greeted him.

"I'm leaving. Ye Liuyun looked at Fan Xian gently and said, "Maybe I'll never come back, do you have anything to ask me?"

Among the four great masters in the world, Fan Xian has never seen bitter lotus, but from Begonia's body, from the arrangement of Northern Qi afterwards, and from Sean's memories, he knows how powerful this Northern Qi national teacher is. For Sigu Sword, he has personally experienced the opponent's shocking sword intent and clearly knows the opponent's battle line. For His Majesty the Emperor, Fan Xian knew from the bones that the other party was extremely powerful.

Only Ye Liuyun, Fan Xian had seen each other when he was a teenager, and he had also seen each other in Jiangnan, and the astonishment of that sword made him have a complete understanding of the realm of the great master for the first time.

Moreover, Ye Liuyun is also fundamentally different from the other three great masters, he is like an idle cloud, floating on the continent all his life, temporarily living, and then leaving, like a point of light without a thread, extremely chic.

Because of this, Fan Xian used to appreciate and admire Ye Liuyun the most, but first Junshan Hui, and then Dadong Mountain, Fan Xian finally understood that there would never be a person in this world who did not eat the fireworks of the world.

If there is, it can only be Uncle Wuzhu, not the great master on the boat at this time.

Fan Xian knew why Ye Liuyun was speaking at this time, and after he was silent for a moment, he didn't ask any questions about martial arts, but asked directly, "Why are you here?"

Ye Liuyun in the rain raised his face slightly, and his whole strange face appeared from under the hat, as if he didn't expect Fan Xian to ask such a surprising question in such a precious opportunity.

Just silent for a moment, Ye Liuyun said, "I'm here to say goodbye." ”

"Why do you want to go?" Fan Xian asked again.

"Because I like it. Ye Liuyun replied with a smile.

"Then why did you do it in the first place? Fan Xian finally asked.

"Because...... I'm a celebrity. Ye Liuyun replied seriously.

Fan Xian thought about this question for a long time, Qingren, he is also a Qingren, in this world, belonging can really determine the motive of a qiē behavior, even the Great Grandmaster is no exception.

Fan Xian took a deep breath and said with a smile: "There are no other questions, just curious, will you come back in the future?"

"Who knows what will come?"

Fan Xian shook his head and didn't say anything more. With the realm of Ye Liuyun and Mr. Fei Jie, although it is a distant and mysterious Western continent, I am afraid that there is nothing that can keep them and harm them.

Fan Xian didn't have any questions to ask, but Ye Liuyun seemed to have something to say, he looked at Fan Xian, and said with a gentle smile: "Since the Great Wei Dynasty, the world has been in turmoil, wars have broken out, and the people have been displaced and miserable. I helped your father remove the last obstacle, and the rest is for you young people to do. ”

Yes, Ye Liuyun, with the respect of a grandmaster, forbears for twenty years, secretly cooperates with the plan of the emperor's majesty, and sweeps away all the hidden dangers within the Qingguo in one fell swoop, and clears the two biggest obstacles to the domination of the world, the bitter lotus and the Sigu sword.

It didn't make sense for Ye Liuyun to stay on this continent any longer, so he would take another look before leaving, and then say this to Fan Xian.

In the eyes of this great grandmaster, Fan Xian is undoubtedly the strongest person among the younger generation in the future, not only in martial arts cultivation, but also in his ability to work and pay attention to ordinary people, so Ye Liuyun will send a message to him.

However, Ye Liuyun didn't know Fan Xian's heart, and it was an impossible task for the Great Grandmaster to see through a person's heart.

After saying this, Ye Liuyun stopped talking to Fan Xian, but still stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the mountain over there, and the person who was dying on the distant mountain might be friends.

Fan Xian lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then walked back to the shore and whispered to Mr. Fei Jie, he was about to say goodbye, he had a lot to say to the teacher, even if it was just some childhood memories of sesame seeds, there were not many opportunities to recall.

............ Fan Xian took out the booklet left by Kuhe from his arms, handed it to Mr. Fei Jie, and said: "The things left by Kuhe should be related to spells, you can find someone to ask in the West, and read the sound directly, those people should be able to understand, probably something related to Italy and Rome." ”

Seeing him solemn, and said that it was a relic left by Kuhe, Mr. Fei Jie frowned, took it, put it in his arms, and said in a snarling voice: "Don't worry, no one can snatch this thing from my hands." ”

Fan Xian's eyes were sharp, and he had already seen what Mr. had done with this booklet, and said with a smile: "If those thieves are not afraid of death." ”

"Since it's something left to you by the bitter lotus, it must be of some use if you think about it, why don't you keep it for yourself?"

"I memorized it last night. Fan Xian pointed to his head and reminded the teacher with a smile that he had a strange memory since childhood.

Fei Jie laughed, remembering every rì and night when he taught this little monster in Shanzhou many years ago.

The wind and rain on the shore of the East China Sea gradually became smaller, Fan Xian and Fei Jie sensed something at the same time, no longer idle, looked back at the small boat that gently undulated with the waves on the seaside, and looked at the Ye Liuyun on the bow of the boat.

The smile on Ye Liuyun's face became more and more gentle, more and more relieved, as if he had seen through something, and it meant to be free.

A wave came, the boat shook slightly, Ye Liuyun took advantage of the momentum to lower his body, and bowed deeply towards a hill and a grass house somewhere in the direction of Dongyi City.

Fan Xian's heart sank, knowing that the person had gone.

Fei Jie watched this scene in silence and said, "I'm leaving." ”

............ The long-legged mosquito in the grass hut finally couldn't endure the torture of time, seeing that the weather was about to be hot, it was the happiest season of life, but it could no longer stand in the corner, staring desperately at the thick quilt and the empty space, falling from the wall, falling to the ground, blown by the wind leaking through the crack in the door, and I don't know where it went.

On the hill behind the grass house, the thin figure had already fallen in the arms of the apprentices, and there was no longer any life.

The boat on the seaside slowly left, heading towards the big boat in the mist, and Fan Xian stood on the beach and bowed deeply, thinking that he was saying goodbye.

Until the end, Ye Liuyun still did not abandon the boat and landed, perhaps this great master gave himself a limit in his heart, he never wanted to land on this land full of killing and helplessness again in his life, because he didn't know if he was willing to leave again once he landed on this land.

This is the freedom and determination to throw away and discard.

Fan Xian looked at the boat that gradually disappeared in the wind and rain, and thought to himself, this is the so-called boat that has passed away, and the rivers and seas have sent the rest of their lives, but some people can go, but more people can't go, when will he be able to go to the rivers and seas of zìyóu?