In the Land Temple, the moment Qin Hu opened his eyes, he lost contact with the Soul Gu. I had to sigh helplessly in my heart, and sighed that the secret techniques of the Wu clan were really unique, no wonder future generations could not inherit them without the true inheritance. Then he visualized his physical condition, and he was extremely weak, his vitality was greatly damaged, and he was shocked, so he hurriedly calmed down and recited the "Land Sacrifice God Mantra".

The big red shrimp was nagging again, crawling back and forth in front of Chen Jing, and kept reading: "The river god hasn't woken up yet, what if there is a Fenglin River God below, and what if the Huanghua Temple above is killed." They will peel my old shrimp stew and drink it, and they will also dig out my inner pill refining medicine, Shell Sister, I will accompany you back to the sea, you go back to your home, if you can, help me find a sincere female shrimp ......"

"Don't argue, I'll eat you if you quarrel again." There was a childish voice from the shell, and there was no murderous spirit at all, but the big red shrimp didn't dare to make a sound anymore.

It walked back and forth around Chen Jing again, suddenly stopped, and said with great joy: "Lord River, you are awake." A pair of big red pliers stood up high, and a pair of protruding eyes turned out to be a humanized appearance with a happy look.

The shell also moved slightly, floating in the water, getting much closer, and strings of bubbles emerged from the shell.

I saw Chen Jing open his eyes, looked around, there was a trace of confusion in his eyes, after a while, he suddenly came to his senses, pulled out the sword on his waist, and recited a spell, Xiuwan listened to the aura immediately surging towards him, he took a deep breath, his hand stroked the sword body, where the hand passed, the sword body shone with a dazzling light, and the hand was wiped from the hilt of the sword to the tip of the sword, suddenly, the sword in Chen Jing's hand threw it into the river, and with a light shout, the sword flashed out of the river with a suppressed sword groan, rushed out of the river, and went straight to the land temple in Junling Town, if someone raised his head at this time, you will notice a flash of light overhead.

The sword slashed all the way through Heqian Village, straight into Junling Town, with a sharp all the way, rushed into the land temple, a sword slashed at the statue, with a soft click, the head of the statue was cut off and rolled to the ground, and then the sword did not stop and pierced out of the temple. At the moment when he left the temple, a gust of wind suddenly rolled up in the temple, but it was a moment late, and in the Yin Temple below the temple, Qin Hu's face was pale.

The sword slashed through the sky all the way and fell straight into the Xiuchun bend of the Jing River.

Chen Jing stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the river waves, and the sword had already fallen into his hand. He only felt that his whole body was weak, and it was similar to the state of the god soul who was forced by the carp spirit at that time to disperse and the god position was about to shift.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and after a long time, I slowly opened my eyes and said slowly, "How long have I been asleep?" ”

"Lord River God, the flowers have bloomed twice since you slept, and the snow has fallen twice."

The shell floated quietly on the side, and the big red shrimp held the big red tongs and said quickly.

Chen Jing was surprised in his heart, but he didn't expect that two years had passed. His memory was still retained when he saw Ye Qingxue go away, and he immediately asked, "Do you know how my senior sister Ye Qingxue is?" ”

"I don't know how small things are on land, three months ago there was a passing egret who said that he saw a storm in a long distance, and there were people fighting in the storm, and there was a woman whose clothes were whiter than the feathers of the egret, and the person was more beautiful than the egret. The big red shrimp said loudly, but when he said the last sentence, he lowered his head, because at that time the egret was saying, "It is as convenient as a bird eating a fish." ”

The big red shrimp thought that the egret was talking about himself, and his heart was unhappy, so he changed it to a worm. The big red shrimp didn't hear Chen Jing's answer, and looked up at Chen Jing again, only feeling that his river god looked much weaker, but his eyes were sharper, as if he could see his heart.

"Well, what hasn't happened in the past two years?" Chen Jing asked.

"A year ago, a female Taoist came out of nowhere, meditated in the temple of the river god for three days, and took away a girl in Heqian Village."

"Female Taoist? What is the dress? ”

"The middle-aged appearance of the female Taoist, looking cold, wearing a moon-white Taoist robe, came like the wind, I don't know where it came from. Sitting in the temple sometimes has a murderous aura overflowing, which can wash away the incense wish power in the river temple. You can stretch out your hand to summon the clouds, but you can fascinate the eyes of all living beings without looking at their bodies, and when you go, you can step on the clouds and soar, and go straight to the nine heavens, and you don't know where to go. It looks like the mana is extremely high, but I'm afraid I'm going to enter the immortal path. The big red shrimp said very quickly, it seems that it was impressed by the female Taoist, or it was frightened by the female Taoist.

Chen Jing pondered, he didn't know much about the people and things in the world, he wandered the world with the old swordsman when he was a child, but the old swordsman rarely spoke, and the occasional words were also incomprehensible to him. I couldn't figure out what the female Taoist was, and I heard the big red shrimp say: "Immortals don't enter the temple, gods don't enter the dojo." The female Taoist sat in the temple of the river god and meditated for three days, and the murderous spirit dispersed the incense and fire wishing power, which was hostile to the river god. ”

The big red shrimp was still to be said, Chen Jing had already waved them back, secretly thinking in his heart that he had not offended anyone, and after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't get anything, so he didn't think about it anymore. I thought to myself: "And no matter who it is, I only meditate on cultivation, if there is really a day when someone is bullied and comes to the door, just kill back, even if it is really not an opponent, it is just a life, now just practice hard, and I will not regret it." ”

The sword was raised, the sword body was slender and thin, the blade was as sharp as frost and snow, and a faint white mist shrouded the sword body. It's just that anyone who has seen this sword two years ago can see that the aura of this sword body is much weaker. If it weren't for the fact that the sword had been refined into a sword, and it hadn't left Chen Jing's body, and there was an aura, this sword would have become mortal iron at this time.

But what made Chen Jing feel incredible was that there was a snow-white insect on the body of this sword, which appeared vividly in the white mist of the sword body.

He suddenly remembered the butterflies and the sea of flowers in the fantasy world, and he still had a feeling of relief until now. In my heart, I felt that it was not an illusion, but a real world, which existed somewhere in this heaven and earth.

"Dream butterfly dancing flowers, I am fascinated by the world, and I don't know if that world is real, or if this world is real now. Maybe I'm a butterfly, but now it's all just an illusion. Even if it is not, who can guarantee that the current world is not someone else's mental space. ”

Chen Jing lightly wiped the snow worms on the sword, his heart was clear, but he felt that he was unprecedentedly confused, raised his head, looked at the sky through the river waves, and the sky was fascinated by a layer of hazy color. He didn't know if he was bewitched by the snow worm on the sword, or if he already had the imprint of that world in his heart.

Suddenly, his heart moved, and he sighed: "Since the sword has a spirit, when it has a name, it should be called 'Lost Sky'." ”

Dreams are not empty, he can't tell the difference between reality and illusion, or reality is illusion, and there is only one thought between nothingness and reality.

Time is like a wave, wave after wave on the riverbank, urging all creatures to decay and grow old.

There are more and more fish and shrimp in the embroidered spring bend, and the charm of the chaotic wave slope has slowly formed the river shadow.

After Chen Jing woke up, he raised his soul for a month and began to practice swords. It's not that he didn't think about finding the land god Qin Hu, but when he woke up at that time, his whole body was weak and weak, and now if he wanted to stop Qin Hu, it was still impossible.

Under the starry sky, on the surface of the river, the mist rises layer by layer, and the sword momentum is misty in the fog. I don't know when he felt that the sword in his hand was alive, as if there was a life in it.

The shadow of the sword is hazy, and the fog is misty.

He practiced swords on the river, which was both to nourish the gods and to raise the sword. Washing the sword body with the aura of mountains and rivers, and washing his own soul. It's just that as time passed, his feeling of not knowing whether he was in the unreal world or the real world did not dissipate. So much so that there is an extra layer of psychedelic color in his sword momentum, and the big red shrimp and shells that always like to watch Chen Jing practice his sword are indulged in it without knowing it whenever the sword dances.

When the sword dance stopped, they woke up thinking they were asleep.

On the turbulent slope above Xiuchun Bend and the river surface of the Evil Dragon Gorge, whether it is day or night, there is always a layer of river fog, the figure of Chen Jing in the river fog is like an immortal, the sword shadow reflects the sun, moon and stars, the sword light scales, and shines in the mist.

Spring goes to autumn, and the river rushes.

The gorge on both sides of the Evil Dragon Gorge is dozens of zhang high, a gust of wind blows, and a colorful tiger suddenly jumps on the top of the cliff, and there is a woman sitting obliquely on the tiger, with an ethereal demeanor, a light veil mask, eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like autumn water, an ink-colored skirt, a pair of small cyan shoes exposed, but the two arms are white and shiny, and the light is as smooth as snow.

She sat in the colorful tiger and looked at the Evil Dragon Gorge, and in the vast mist, a person in green clothes moved with the sword, floating like smoke. Not far from him, there was a big red shrimp looming in the waves, and another shell was floating and floating.

The woman watched him dance the sword, and did not disturb, she was surprised in her heart, she only felt that this sword was ethereal and powerful, and the murderous intention was hidden, but it gave people a sense of ethereal dream. I don't know when it rained in the sky, she sat still, and the tiger looked at the sword-dancing man on the river humanely.

The smoke and rain were misty, and the entire Evil Dragon Gorge was shrouded in rain and fog, and the heaven and earth were slim and ethereal. A woman in ink was on the top of the cliff of Jingshan, a tiger beside her sat still, in the slightest drizzle, quietly watching a man in Tsing Yi dancing a sword in the fog and rain on the canyon river.

Suddenly, the man in Tsing Yi who danced the sword in the fog and rain on the river disappeared, and the woman in ink had not come back to her senses, and there was a faint moan in her ears. Wherever the light passed, the chill spread throughout the body, like a piece of snow falling on the neck.

She frowned slightly, but before she could think about what the light was, a voice sounded, "Where did the goddess come from?" "

At the same time, one appeared at the top of the waterfall in the canyon, Tsing Yi Zhuoran, with a long sword hanging from his waist, black hair tied behind his head, and his hands behind his back, standing quietly on the top of the waterfall, his robe hanging down in the water and fluttering along the waterfall. It was the man who had just danced his sword on the river.

"I came from Wushan, I want to go to the Emperor Dongyue to listen to the sermon, passing by the Baohe, and I want to borrow the road." Her voice is light and nimble, giving people a dreamy feeling in the drizzle.

"Emperor Dongyue? Tarzan? I don't know what kind of fruit we are talking about? ”

"Dongyue Taishan Emperor is talking about Shinto, not talking about immortals, regardless of demons, not exorcism, spirits, and no people," her face is covered with a light veil, standing quietly on dozens of feet of mountain cliffs, in the drizzly world, the voice is so clear in the sound of waterfalls.

"Thank you for your visit, please!"

The woman in ink sat on the back of the colorful tiger, nodded slightly towards the mountain gorge, patted the tiger's head, the tiger roared wildly in the sky, jumped up in the fog and rain, jumped over the mountain gorge, and disappeared in the fog and rain in a blink of an eye.

Chen Jing stood on the top of the waterfall in the fog and rain, his robe fluttering in the water like duckweed.

Just now, the woman saw a flash of light that was actually a Lost Sky Sword slashing past her ears, but she didn't react. I don't know if it was too unexpected for her, or if she was fascinated by the sword shadow.

Chen Jing knew very little about Shinto, and he didn't even know that the gods had to borrow a way to cross the border.

Flying up, like a bluebird soaring in the rain and mist, it suddenly fell towards the surface of the river, silently submerging.