The wind and snow stopped, and on the cliff, a man in white was half-squatting, and Mu Ne was stunned there, lost his soul. In front of him, a man in black was placed on the snow, his face was colorless, white and blue, and it was obvious that he was dead. He had a blood-stained sword stuck in his chest, and his hands held the hilt firmly.

The master and sister of the blind knife woke up one after another. As soon as the blind knife sister Long Xun woke up and turned her head, she saw the back of the blind knife more than ten zhang away, and a black-clothed person lying on the ground, most of whom was covered by the blind knife, and he couldn't see his face.

"Master, why is my brother here?" she asked, confused.

Master Long Aojie shook his head, but sighed deeply, the pain in his eyes was difficult to hide, and he kept silent - he saw the identity of the man in black, but he didn't tell Long Xun, for fear that she wouldn't accept it. But that won't help.

"Ah, Xiao Han, how could he be there?" Long Xun looked at it intently, and suddenly lost his face and exclaimed. He was lying down, could it be...... The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became, and he almost fainted. Long Aojue hurriedly stabilized her, and he couldn't stop muttering.

From the time the two of them woke up to the present, the blind knife seemed to be unaware, and had been guarding the side of Long Han's cold corpse, motionless, like a statue, but his chest was still slightly undulating. The blind knife's expression was blank, no sadness or joy, his blind eyes could not reflect his mood at this time, I don't know what he thinks, or maybe he doesn't think about anything, only he knows it.

Suddenly, the sword that had been inserted into Long Han's chest "snorted" and moved, only trembling slightly. The blind knife woke up like a dream, and subconsciously swallowed his saliva, holding on to one in ten thousand hopes, expecting the person in front of him to wake up and call himself "senior brother" again.

Long Han was already dead, and what answered him was the sound of the wind blowing again, from weak to strong. He raised his head slowly, and the cold wind cut his face like a knife, but he didn't seem to feel it, but a faint smile hung on his face. In the wind, he "saw" that the young Long Han was standing in front of him coldly, pointing his sword at him coolly, as if declaring war.

"Cold, you're back...... Master and sister are still waiting for you, go and say hello to them......" Blind Knife muttered.

The wind is getting louder and louder. The blind knife is blind, it doesn't mean that his master is also blind, Long Ao can clearly see it: when the wind rises, the clouds and waves are also surging, the dome is cloudy, the cloud feet are flying silver threads, and Huo is muffled in the sky. The wind and clouds surged, becoming a whirlpool in the sky, and the center of the whirlpool was just above the heads of the blind knife and Long Han. The whirlpool in the sky seemed to be getting lower and lower, the fire was soaring, the thunderbolts were lacking, and for a time the sky was dark, and the sun and moon were dark.

"Oops!Ye boy, hurry up and get out of the way!" Long Ao saw that the current situation was not good, shouted at the blind knife at the top of his throat, and at the same time "flew" to the place where the blind knife was located with an unbelievable speed, and directly reached out and grabbed the collar of the blind knife, and ran away.

A thunder dragon rushed towards Long Han with a deafening roar, and slashed at the sword with unmistakable accuracy, the power was so great that the remnants alone shook the blind sword master and apprentice five zhang away dozens of zhang away. Immediately after that, eight heavenly thunders followed, rocks flew one after another, and ice and snow melted.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds dispersed, and the black sky instantly returned to clarity, and even the huge whirlpool in the sky was also abrupt, as if it had never appeared. Everything is back to the way it was.

Until the blind knife came to his senses, he went to visit with his master and sister. Both Long Aojue and Long Xun were surprised to find that Long Han's body was intact. The blind knife groped for a while, and suddenly frowned while his breath was not relaxed.

"Hey, where is Han's short sword? I clearly remember that the sword on Han's body should be on him, what happened just now?"

In another time and space, on a continent called "Moyun", this place has also just experienced a change in heaven and earth. Unlike over there, the mighty Nine Heavenly Thunderbolts did not appear, but instead a dazzling light shot out from the center of the whirlpool and flew towards a mountain range in the southeast of the continent, escaping into the mountains and forests without a trace.

Moyun Continent, Tianyun Forest, glade in the forest.

A young man lay quietly on the tender grass, his drooping hair was blown by the gentle forest and scattered on the young man's handsome face. The young man's skin was smooth and fair, but his face was a little blue, his thin willow-like eyebrows frowned unnaturally, his eyes were staring, and his mouth was closed, as if he had a nightmare, and he looked uneasy. His left hand held the scabbard tightly, the scabbard was blue-gray, engraved with a five-clawed dragon, not angry and self-threatening, as if it had spirituality. And the sword that this sheath was equipped with, but it was stuck between the young man's hips—the sword did not really castrate the young man, but only clinged to his brother.

Ahem, it's no wonder that this young man looks so uneasy, after all, that job is attached to a cold weapon that "kills people without blinking", and if he is not careful, it will be nothing.

"Hmm......" The young man's brow furrowed even tighter, and his fingers flicked, gradually waking up.

"Shhh I didn't know if I didn't know it, but I was shocked when I saw it, and my brother actually had a close contact with a damn broken sword! He was stunned, gasped, and was dumbfounded.

said that it was a "broken sword", but I really didn't feel wronged by this sword - the sword was covered with red black rust, and it was completely impossible to see its true color, the sword was only two feet long, the handle was blue-gray, and there was no sword spike. The young man frowned and glanced at the rusty sword, then turned his head sideways to look at the scabbard that appeared in his hand inexplicably, exhaled deeply, and said in his heart: "It seems that I am still complete, but what is the origin of this sword?" He raised his right hand, stretched out the hilt of the rusty sword very slowly, closed his eyes again, gritted his teeth, turned his head, and pulled out the sword with a painful expression.

The next moment, the boy felt that he had come to a strange place, where there was nothing, and as far as the eye could see, it was white. His presence awakened a presence here.

The being also struggled to stand up like a young man just now, slightly opened his eyes, and looked around blankly, his eyes were infinitely confused: "Where is this? Hades?" Just now he felt that although he was getting up slowly, he didn't seem to feel physically tired, but his spirit was a little weak. Legend has it that when a person dies and turns into a ghost, he obviously doesn't feel the burden of his body, could it be that he has become a ghost?

"Whether I become a ghost, I am not a great good person in my life, nor do I accumulate any yin virtues, and reincarnation is just a luxury for me. He smiled self-deprecatingly. Suddenly, two eyes looked at him, and when he followed his gaze, he saw a young man in coarse linen clothes.

"Who are you?" the boy asked aloud, looking at him in surprise. Unexpectedly, there would be others in this place where chickens don't poop and birds don't lay eggs.

He looked at the young man and sighed with some pity: "I don't want the young man to go so young, this troubled world is indeed too unfair!"

The boy didn't understand what he was talking about, so he frowned and asked again, "Who are you, and what do you mean by that?"

He was a little unhappy, he was also a fallen person at the end of the world, and he should be sympathetic to the same disease, how could this kid not talk to him like that? And the tone was not respectful at all, even if it was a commoner, he should know how to respect his elders! But thinking that he was dead, there was no need to worry about these trivial matters, so he also put down the shelf, and talked to this hairy boy who had not dried up in his eyes:

"My last name...... Duan, the name is cold, and the words are waves. Before his death, he was a Jianghu man in the Great Song Dynasty, born in the year of Jiachen (1184 AD). Even if Xiaoyou was born in the Great Song Dynasty, he may not know who I am, but if I see my real name in the Book of Life and Death, even if this name does not exist in the history books of the Yang World, I have to leave my real name on it to count, and I will be truthful. The man is dead, and there is no enmity. If you want to ask me about my life, that's a long story. I was born in the Duan family, but I was just a concubine, I was framed by my half-brother, and I was abandoned by my family in this troubled world, homeless, and went with the flow. When I was twelve or thirteen years old, I was taken in as an apprentice by a chivalrous man, who took me to the mountains where he lived in seclusion, where I met my brothers and sisters who had the same miserable background as me, and with whom I practiced martial arts and lived together. When I grew up, I went down the mountain to seek revenge, and the bastard who framed me actually defected to the Jinren, aided in the abuse, and became a traitor! Hmph, he is indeed a person who has lost his conscience, and his name is also in line with his name. Alas, don't say it, don't say it, just accumulate some virtue. After speaking, he breathed a long sigh of relief, all these years of hatred has been stuffed in his heart, and today he finally confided in someone, only to find that he seems to have become a lot of words. This person is the dead Long Han, no, it should be called Duan Tianhan now.

Although he didn't understand why this person was telling him this, the young man always felt that this person seemed to be remarkable, and he still listened to his story silently.

"I've said so much, Xiaoyou, please tell me your story too. Duan Tianhan said with a smile.

The young man pondered for a moment before he said: "The boy's name is Lin, his surname is Ji, the 'Ji' of Green Beans, and the 'Lin' of Ganlin, fourteen this year." The boy's family lives in Tianyun Mountain, and there are also the boy's father and sister at home. The kid has no life, and he has never gone down the mountain for more than ten years, and he is accompanied by spirit animals. My father and sister are both ink heroes, and only the kid is a 'mustard seed'. It's not an ink person, I don't even have an identity in the Southern Regions, and I've wanted to be an adult for the rest of my life. Speaking of "mustard seeds", the young man's expression was gloomy.

Duan Tianhan was puzzled when he heard this, but the second monk was puzzled: Where is Tianyun Mountain? What is a spirit animal? What is the meaning of mustard seeds? But what makes him even more puzzled is that Moxia is not a faction of the Mo family, the Mo family has declined since Qin Shi Huang unified the Central Plains, and after Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty deposed the hundred schools and respected Confucianism alone, he rarely heard about the Mo people in the Song Dynasty, but this kid said that if it is not the Mo people, there is no place for them? So he blurted out: "Hasn't the Mo family disappeared a long time ago?"

"What are you talking about? How is it possible!" Ji Lin disagreed, "Don't think I'm from the mountains and be fooled, the main part of the Moyun Continent is the Southern Regions with the Mo family thought as the spiritual pillar! As long as it is in the Southern Regions, the Mo Scholar, no matter where he goes, is a highly respected figure, and it is also the goal that we and other mustard seeds pursue all their lives!"

"What?Moyun Continent?Xiaoyou, isn't Xiaoyou a member of the Great Song Dynasty?Do you know the descendants of Yan and Huang?" Duan Tianhan finally realized that something was wrong and hurriedly asked.

"What is the Great Song Dynasty? The name of the state or the name of the government? Anyway, I don't know. Descendants of Yan and Huang? It seems that I heard my father say that Mozu calls himself a descendant of Yan and Huang...... Oh, I don't know anyway, who do I ask if you ask me?" Ji Lin couldn't answer.

"Then let's talk about the ink man. ”

Ji Lin's face turned straight at this time, and he stated to him: "Since the predecessors don't know the world, I will embody the kid one by one." There are two parts in the Southern Regions, Nancheng and Nanhai. There are many states in Nancheng, and each state has a marshal's mansion, and the mansion has an army organized by Moxia, called the Imperial Army, to guard the territory against foreign enemies. Moxia is many times stronger than mustard seeds, some have joined the army, and some have become rangers. There are many islands in the South China Sea, all of which belong to some families, and the families are mainly ink artists who are good at foreign arts, and ink heroes are servants. These families have a bloodline inheritance, and their power is almost the same as that of the Shuai Mansion. Then there are the ink craftsmen, they have no specific power, they are just like the needle under the sea and hidden in the city, the dragon sees the head but does not see the end, but it is closely related to the development of the mainland. Whether it is an ink man, an ink artist or an ink craftsman, they are all ink artists who take Mohist thought as the standard of action. ”

Duan Tianhan said thoughtfully: "Oh, I see. I really don't have people from the same world as Xiaoyou, the ink I heard is a little different from the ink people in your world, especially the ink artists, on our side, they are just scribes. ”

(End of chapter)