There was an artificial ravine at Xiao Yu's feet.

On the south side of the ravine is the territory of Dazheng, while on the right side is the grassland.

Xiao Yu stepped over the ravine with one foot, so now he has one foot in Dazheng and one foot in the grassland.

Traveled to two countries.

Just like his current cultivation realm, one foot is walking on frost, and the other is in the void.

He can't beat the real frost, and there is no one in the void who is his opponent.

Xiao Yu has not stepped into the territory of Dazheng with his second foot for a long time, just as he has not been able to set foot in the realm of frost.

His qualifications are not waste, but they are not geniuses either, and he has been abandoned for twenty years, so he can only barely be regarded as a middle-aged person.

With such qualifications, it is too unrealistic to want to set foot in the frost at the age of twenty, if he cultivates step by step, I am afraid that he will not be able to hope for the frost realm until he is forty years old.

Therefore, Xiao Yu can't take the ordinary road, and can only take some rugged shortcut paths.

Xiao Yu didn't want to wait for the time when he had the ability to take revenge, he was already a gray-haired old man, and Emperor Zheng had already become a dry bone in the grave over time.

This is his unwillingness.

It is this unwillingness that supports him to come out of confusion again and again and move firmly towards his goal.

He looked at the majestic Zhongdu looming under the distant sky, and the white mountain with residual snow hanging on the peak, his gaze seemed to extend far away, passing through the Zhongdu, seeing the Eastern Capital, and seeing the bloody Eastern Capital when he was fifteen years old.

The gloomy mood turned into an angry irritability with long memories, and he desperately wanted to release this irritability.

At the top of the White Mountain.

Qiu Ye stood with his hands in his hands, and said to the old man beside him: "Xiao Yu's mood is unstable. ”

Xichen sat on the snow, smiled, and said, "That doll's realm has risen too fast, and it is not the realm that I have obtained. He walked too fast like this, and he also walked some difficult paths, so he naturally walked unsteadily. ”

Qiu Ye nodded and said, "Uncle Shi, you are right, but if you can finish this rugged path and return to Yangguan Avenue, you will be able to walk much more steadily and faster than others." ”

Xichen looked at Autumn Leaves and asked, "Aren't you worried that this kid who has spent so much of your energy will die like this?"

Qiu Ye shook his head and said: "After all, Xiao Yu was once the heir who was pinned on by Xiao Lie, and with Xiao Lie's good foundation, I didn't spend much energy. And he is different from those disciples in our sect who have never entered the world, he has always been a worldly person, and the worldly people do worldly things. Searching for the secret realm of the ancestors all day long, killing people and grabbing treasures, that is a matter of the cultivation world, not Xiao Yu's business. I can help him with some spiritual things, but I really can't do anything about others. ”

Xichen restrained the smile on his face, and said, "Even if he dies halfway?"

After Qiu Ye was silent for a moment, he said seriously: "The Dao Sect is not invincible in the world, and some things must be faced by yourself. ”

......

Xiao Yu stepped on Da Zheng with one foot and the grassland with the other, silent and unmoving.

I don't know how long later, a crisp sound of horses' hooves sounded.

Out of the darkness came a white horse.

Immediately a middle-aged scribe who looked weathered.

He wore a sword-white robe, not afraid of the chill of the night wind.

Xu Lin's chief staff, Wei Chi.

Xiao Yu looked at Wei Chi and said with emotion: "It turned out to be Mr. Wei who came in person, Xiao was not afraid. ”

Wei Chi dismounted, walked forward, stood in front of the ravine, looked at Xiao Yu who was standing sideways on the ravine, and asked, "I don't seem to have seen you, how do you know that I am Wei Chi?"

Xiao Yu slowly withdrew one foot, and the whole person retreated to the territory of the grassland, and said: "When Mr. Wei was young, he only moved Jiangnan by scientific name. Read the books of the sages and ascend to the gate of the Son of Heaven. When drunk, lie on the lap of a beauty. At night, there are red sleeves to add fragrance. Endless romance, Xiao Yu met Mr. with his mother and grandfather when he was young. ”

Wei Chi was slightly stunned, as if he had returned to the era when the scholar was romantic, and remembered the red lady back then, he sighed slightly: "Things are not people, even Mr. Fang and Miss Fang are no longer there." ”

Xiao Yu's mother's surname is Fang, and her single name is a Xuan character.

Xiao Lie and Fang Xuan. Wasn't it a good story of a talented and beautiful woman back then?

The corners of Xiao Yu's mouth curled, not only laughing at Wei Chi, but also laughing at himself. He said slowly: "What a scholar, but this is not destined to be the era of scholars who stir up the world with one mouth and rule the world, this is the era of cultivators. ”

"One person can reach the era of a million divisions. ”

"A sword can take a head thousands of miles away. ”

Wei Chi sighed: "I heard that Buddhism has a saying about the end of the Dharma era, when the last saint is born, there will be no more cultivators in the world, that is the era of our scholars, and it belongs to the era of scholars." ”

Xiao Yu smiled when he heard this: "That's not the scene you and I can see, now it depends on whose fists are harder." ”

Wei Chi lowered his hand, looked at Xiao Yu and said, "You have cultivated the pupils, and judging from your performance at the dialectics conference, you have also cultivated the Heavenly Demon Phase, in essence, you belong to the Demon Sect. ”

Xiao Yu was not surprised that Wei Chi knew this, but looked at him with considerable interest and asked, "Since Mr. knows this, he must also know the realm of Xiao's half-step frost?"

Wei Chi nodded.

Xiao Yu was even more curious, and continued to ask: "Since Mr. knows this, why is there so much confidence that he can take Xiao's life, can I ask Mr. to give him advice?"

Wei Chi looked at his face and remembered the old scholar he met many years ago who took his daughter and grandson back to his hometown in Jiangnan to worship his ancestors.

The old man was already dead, and his family, including his daughter, were dead, leaving only his grandson, who was still a child. Now his grandson is standing before his eyes, and he wants to kill him.

Things are people, and everything is resting.

The past is all over the past, but let's look at the present.

He is no longer the white-clothed folding fan, drunk and singing, beautiful on the side, dissolute and unruly scholar, he is just a down-and-out staff.

That was all gone with the white clothes.

Without waiting for Wei Chi's answer, Xiao Yu didn't wait any longer.

The black fox fur suddenly lifted a corner, Xiao Yu's right hand reached to the left side to hold the hilt of the sword, and pulled out the long sword with a sonorous sound, and the long sword swayed a frost-like cold glow in the moonlight.

Xiao Yu picked up his sword, stepped on the moonlight, and walked towards the somewhat gray white-clothed man.

Wei Chi, who came back from his memories, squinted slightly, rolled up the long sleeves in his hand, and a huge brush appeared.

It looks more like a brush for a long sword.

With a stroke of his pen, he brought out a puff of red air, red like the morning sun.

The large brushstrokes are empty, bringing countless changes, but these changes are not tricks, but strokes, combined into one big character after another in the air.

Different from the grass of the Taoist Fu Seal, every word written by Wei Chi is upright to the extreme, square and square, decent, and there is no half-point transgression.

And all of them are like substance, and the vitality of the whole body flows. As Wei Chi wrote, one word after another flew towards Xiao Yu.

"Loyalty", "Righteousness", "Strictness", "Ming"

These words are not only vitality, but also have a spirit suppression that is connected with the words.

Faced with these words flying like meteors, Xiao Yu stabbed out with a sword.

But his long sword instantly fell into the forbidden word, moving with difficulty and slowly. At the same time, Zhihai felt countless restrictions, and the rules suppressed him.

This kind of divine soul coercion is different from the suppression of people by Buddhism through gods and Buddhas, but is more like the kind of coercion that ordinary people use when they see emperors and ministers.

Just like when Xiao Yu once saw Xiao Lie, Xiao Lie didn't do anything, and Xiao Yu also felt a lot of pressure.