Situ Nanfeng's figure was suspended in mid-air, his expression was silent, and his eyes were looking at the sky.

Above the sky, there is a gate that ordinary people can't feel, which is slowly closing at this moment.

He looked at it for a long, long time, until he was sure that the door could no longer be opened, and then he withdrew his gaze, and his figure was slightly startled, and he looked back in silence with some staggering, and looked at the young swordsman standing with his sword.

"Wouldn't it be better to do that?"

The young swordsman's aura was a little vague, so much so that he had to be supported by the junior sister beside him.

"From now on, heaven is heaven, and earth is earth."

It was his answer, short but firm.

Situ Nanfeng didn't say anything again, but his eyes were full of complexity, and his body was a little lonely.

That sword cut off the heavens and the earth.

From now on, the people of heaven can no longer fish for luck in the world, and can no longer use the world as a chess game to control the world.

And the people of the world can no longer ascend to the gate of heaven and soar in the daytime and become immortals.

The future rivers and lakes, land immortals, are already the extreme.

Is this a good thing?

Is this a bad thing?

Situ Nanfeng shook his head, he didn't know in his heart.

He only knew that the kid named Ye Wuwu in front of him had done something that neither he nor Penglai had done, and it was a completely different method.

"Where are you going next?"

Ye Wuwu's words came, making Situ Nanfeng look stunned.

A slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The thousand-year-old plan came to an end today, and he seemed to have become a laughing stock and an empty hole.

Situ Nanfeng had nothing else to do.

It took a long time for him to throw out such a sentence.

"This is Penglai, I'm not going anywhere."

After saying that, the gaze in the eyes of "White Leaf" suddenly dissipated, and then an old phantom shadow separated from his body and floated towards the island at his feet.

Ye Wuwu didn't stop him, nor did he make any more moves, but just said to him with a calm face.

"Are you Penglai, or Situ Nanfeng."

The old phantom did not look back, but in the blink of an eye, it had already escaped into the island.

This is a question that only he himself knows.

This Penglai Island, with the re-entry into the world from the body of the Kun Beast, the warriors in it have long been scattered, and the peak realm is in the sky, even if it is not to reach the peak, they would rather drift on the sea than stay on the island for a second longer.

But there are still people on the island.

It was a woman in red makeup, waiting outside a large hall with only the remains of the tiles.

In the main hall, there is a man holding a game against each other.

He picked up a chess piece in his hand, but he couldn't land it for a long time.

……

"Got it, got it......"

The summer cicadas are singing non-stop, as if they are announcing their existence to the world and the arrival of summer.

It's still June, but it's already hot, and in the scorching summer, the flow of people on the street is not less at all, and it's still full of people coming and going.

In a tavern on the side of the street, there was a lot of people, and many warriors gathered here bustlingly, talking about the strength of the wine.

"Do you know what realm the sect master of the Lingyue Sect that has risen recently?

Don't know, right? Others are genuine first-class blowing snow realms, real masters, tell you, I am the sect master of the Lingyue Sect, but fellow countrymen, you, you have to show me some respect in the future! ”

As soon as the drunken man's words were spoken, there was a burst of laughter, and it was clear that no one really cared.

A warrior quipped.

"Your fellow countryman is so powerful, but you have been practicing martial arts for decades, why is it that you are only a fourth-grade realm?"

The drunken man burped and said with drunken eyes.

"That, that's not a few years ago, that kid went to Penglai, and finally came out alive from it, when he entered, it was only the second grade, and after he came out, it didn't take long for him to be in the realm of blowing snow.

Damn it, why didn't I go to Penglai at the time, if I went, then I'm not at least a peak now! ”

In the man's words, there was some regret and slight annoyance.

Hearing the man's words, someone immediately sneered.

"Penglai? Oh, don't you want to think about it, thousands of people went in, and how many came out alive in the end?

After those people came out, none of them were not first-class, why do you think so? That's because, if you don't have a good grade, you'll have already died. ”

There is a young martial artist who has just entered the rivers and lakes, and after listening to it for a long time at the moment, he asked curiously.

"What happened in Penglai at the beginning? The more I listened, the more mysterious it became. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was silent for a while, and then someone spoke.

"What happened on Penglai Island, where would a pawn like us know, the more than 70 people who came back from the island, no matter who it was, kept silent about this matter, the key is that they are all first-class masters, they don't want to say it, and no one can let them say it."

"But have you noticed a detail, I have been observing for a long time, on the rivers and lakes, in the past three years, every time there is a festival, almost all of the first-class sects on the rivers and lakes are lined up to give gifts to a certain sect, and the key is quite rich, which can't help but make people reverie."

Many people asked curiously at the moment.

"What kind of sect is that?"

"Taibai Sword Sect."

There was a young man sitting alone in the corner of the tavern, holding a newspaper that could be found everywhere on the rivers and lakes, seemingly reading, but in fact he was absent-minded and his eyes were scattered.

It's been three years, and every day is such trivial things, and these news that can be known everywhere has no meaning to him.

As a famous Bai Xiaosheng in the rivers and lakes, what he definitely wants to know is more specific news.

But for now, no one seems to be able to provide him with this information.

Just as those martial artists said when they chatted, those martial artists who knew the inside story of Penglai were all profound, and they kept their mouths shut.

Just when he felt a little bored and was about to get up, he suddenly found that there was another person on the other side of the table.

The man wore a hood that obscured his face, making it difficult to see clearly, but it was generally a young man.

Resolute frowned slightly, but then as if he felt something, the figure that had just stood up sat down again.

"This guest, do you want to inquire about the news?"

The young man, whose face he couldn't see clearly, shook his head.

"That's selling news, huh? Tell me in advance, the price I gave here is not as much as you think. ”

He said in a decisive tone casually, but the gaze in his eyes swept over the man, but he became more and more confused.

He always felt as if he had seen this man somewhere.

But I can't think of anything.

The young man nodded, and then said softly with a slight smile.

"What I'm selling is a story."

Resolute eyes were stunned for a moment, and then his face was a little puzzled.

"What kind of story?"

"After a young swordsman came down the mountain, a long, long story ......"

The guests in the tavern changed tables after tables, and the shopkeeper was busy round after round, until the guests dispersed, the figures on the street gradually thinned, and the scorching sun on the horizon had turned into a slanting sun.

There was only one table left in the tavern, but the shopkeeper of the tavern didn't seem to care, and he didn't make it difficult for the two of them to sit down for a day, but only ordered a pot of tea.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the twilight shone gently on the tavern, which was very quiet, as if casting a hazy veil on the tavern.

The young man, whose face could not be seen clearly, tapped his fingers lightly and knocked on the table, making a slight sound, and his voice was still so calm.

Later, the Taoist priest, who was no longer a Taoist priest, did not continue to play the game, but got up and broke the chessboard and chose to leave with a woman in red.

A beautiful woman from the Western Regions still likes to sit on the shore of Moon Lake, often sitting for a day, as if waiting for someone to come back.

There was an old swordsman who liked to drink, and he disappeared not long after.

The man, who was known as the myth of martial arts, did not step into the rivers and lakes, nor did he get involved in military politics, but returned to the city to which he belonged and guarded the side with peace of mind.

There is a middle-aged Confucian with slightly frosty temples, and now he travels around with a group of disciples, not confined to various countries, but the whole world.

There is a poor scholar who suddenly became the champion of high school and won the championship in one fell swoop, and now, he is already the master of the dynasty and is going to marry the princess.

The Taoist priest who liked to go to the Qinglou was finally arrested by a bunch of old Taoist priests and did not go down the mountain again.

There is a woman at the foot of the mountain who is good at using two swords, I don't know if I am waiting for him.

But that Xiaodao missed her very much, and he also said that whenever he thought of the woman, he would take a look at the clouds and mist at the foot of the mountain, and look at the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes where she was. ”

Speaking of this, the young man's words paused, as if he had thought of something, and continued.

"Yes, there is also the junior sister of that swordsman, as expected, she stepped into the realm of sword immortals without effort, but no matter how advanced the realm is, it can only be in the world."

The story is over.

But this Bai Xiaosheng's face was solemn and a little pale.

Looking at the young man with the hood, he was determined to be unable to say a word at this moment, or rather, he didn't know what to say at this moment.

He knew who the other party was.

The young man did not wait for a decisive answer, so he laughed alone.

"How much silver do you think this story is worth?"

Only then did he come back to his senses from the story, took a deep breath, and then plucked up his courage and spoke.

"What do you want?"

This time, it was the young man's turn to be silent.

The young man suddenly got up, and under the veil that blocked his view was a somewhat handsome face.

He asked, glancing at the newspaper that had been sitting on the table for a day.

"You're good at writing stories?"

Resolute looked slightly stunned, looked at the other party, then looked at the newspaper on the table, and then nodded.

As Bai Xiaosheng, he doesn't know how many true or false stories have been made up in this newspaper, so he naturally knows how to write stories.

"That's going to be easy."

The young man smiled.

"Then you can help me write a story, and write it into a book, which is all I said."

There was obvious surprise in the decisive eyes, and there seemed to be some hesitation.

"Difficult?" The young man said calmly.

The sky seemed to be dark for a moment, but only for a moment, and the next second, the afterglow of the setting sun was still reflected in the tavern.

But the qi in the body is pulled out of the body as if it is not under his control.

"No difficulty! It's not difficult at all! Resolute said loudly.

The next moment, the qi machine was retracted, and he was relieved.

The young man nodded slightly, as if he was satisfied, but his figure had already walked out of the tavern.

Through the window, he could see that there was a woman with a sword next to the other party, and the woman was not as cold as he imagined, but followed the man very obediently.

It's exactly the same as when you went down the mountain.

The young man suddenly lowered his head, and he didn't know what he said in the woman's ear, which made the woman's face blush, and she slapped the other party with both hands, but she seemed to be afraid that the strength was too great, so she couldn't help but feel a lot lighter, and this appearance made the man laugh for a while.

At the end of the story, it was the young girl who went down the mountain at the beginning, after experiencing countless things, walking the rivers and lakes together.

The figures of men and women, walking side by side on the street reflected by the setting sun, gradually drifted away.

I don't know why, I suddenly feel a little lonely.

He suddenly remembered something, and shouted at the man and woman in the street through the window.

"Hey, you haven't told me what the book is called?"

The young man waved with his back to him and did not look back.

In the distance, accompanied by the sound of the wind, the man's words were heard.

"Just call my junior sister a sword fairy."

(End of book)

(End of chapter)