Tomb Hill above.

Not long after Chen Huaifeng left, a slightly stumbling figure walked out in the fog.

Stopped under the wordless stele.

Of course, a wordless stele will not work.

So the figure raised his hand to his mouth, took a bite, and then half-knelt in front of the monument.

Three words were written.

White wind and rain.

After writing those three words, the figure sat and turned around, turned his back to the tomb mountain, faced the world, picked up the flask and began to drink.

It's Kitadai.

The eldest prince of Nanyi City is in the north platform.

Regarding the story behind this stele, not only Chen Huaifeng has heard it, but also Beitai.

This is something that has been hidden for many years.

A small secret intertwined between the Sword Sect and the Dao Gate.

The reason why a secret is a secret is that it can only be remembered when it is needed.

That's what Chen Huaifeng did, and so did Beitai.

So when those three words were written.

The wine in Beitai reached the throat, and the fog disappeared from the world in front of him.

It's a long street.

It was heavy rain.

There are also gray streetside buildings.

Everything was gray in the heavy rain, and only the stone slabs of the long street could be seen—also gray and dull.

Beitai sat at the door of the wine shop, looked at the scenery in front of him, put down the wine jug, swallowed the wine in his throat, coughed, picked up an umbrella from the side, and walked into the heavy rain with the umbrella.

There was no one on the street in the heavy rain, but there were many voices of conversation in the rain, but those voices seemed to be far away—like someone dreaming about the past many years ago, but after all, everything was gone, and nothing could be remembered clearly.

So the voices of those years hurried away.

Beitai limped through the rain, thinking why stay on this street if he didn't remember anything.

What's so special about this long street?

Beitai remembered the sip of wine he had swallowed earlier.

Before I entered this long street, I was drinking wine at a wine shop by the river, but the sip of wine I swallowed was not.

The wine was rough and strong, like swallowing a mouthful of hot sand.

There are very few places like Nanyi City that have this kind of wine.

When Beitai drank that sip of wine, a desert appeared in his mind for no reason.

That's how that sip of wine made him feel.

So this is in the north?

There is a desert in the north.

There used to be a Taoist temple in the desert, called Hangu Temple.

So what did you look at here?

The rain was pouring down, and the world was vast, only the long street in front of him was still extending towards the front in a cloud.

Beitai cautiously held the umbrella, not daring to let the rain splash on him.

He didn't know why he thought the way he did.

What kind of role did you play in this memory?

Looking down at the rain on the stone slab, it was a pity that nothing was reflected.

The North Terrace stopped in the rain.

Resisting the memory in his heart that seemed to have lasted for many years, he stretched out his hand out of the umbrella.

So I witnessed the hand that stretched out the umbrella being cut by the rain and falling cleanly to the ground.

There was no pain in Beitai.

There was no blood from the wound, and the severed palm was as smooth as a mirror, as if it were the original.

Wind and rain curtains.

Beitai inexplicably remembered these four words.

But it is not known what that means.

So he held his umbrella and continued to walk to the other end of the long street.

The other end of the long street from the liquor store to the rain-soaked street is clearly short, but Kitatai feels as if he has walked for a long time.

It wasn't until I was weak that I saw the figure of the simple Taoist who looked up at the north in the rain on the street corner.

"What do you want?" The calm voice of the Taoist came in the rain.

"Do me a favor."

......

"Li Shanhe learned the map of mountains and rivers, so he is called Li Shanhe, what did the master learn, so he is called a divination operator?"

Liu March stepped on a gust of wind at his feet, stood in the fog, looked at the small boat moored in Daze, saluted respectfully, and asked.

Bu Operator stood at the head of the boat, calmly looked at the descendant from Qingtian Dao in front of him, and said, "What I learned is a hexagram of Qiankun. ”

"I see."

Liu March looked in the direction where the boat was coming, where a line of ripples was slowly spreading.

He had just crossed the fog and came here, and he saw this small boat floating slowly in the fog, and the fortune operator stood at the head of the boat, with a bleak rhyme, as if he had experienced something. There was a little boy who fell asleep quietly in the cabin.

"It seems that Uncle Shi has calculated a hexagram recently." Liu March turned around, looked at the divination operator and said.

Bu Operator said calmly: "I have calculated a lot of hexagrams recently. ”

"For example?"

"For example, you're going to die, Liu March." Bu Operator quietly looked at this soldier from Huaidu.

Liu March fell silent, looked down at Zeshui, and said softly: "I thought that such a thing as fate should not be said to people - whether it is true or not, it always makes people feel unhappy." ”

Bu Operator looked back at the fog, didn't say anything, and the boat sailed towards the fog.

Naturally, fate should not be told to the world.

But this sentence is not for Liu March.

Fate is unobservable.

But it can be extrapolated.

At the top of that green mountain, the divination operator asked some things, and the answer he got was very unpleasant.

So he said something like this.

to refute the man's claims.

Liu March naturally didn't know the doorway, so after a short period of distraction, his eyes regained his determination, quietly looked at the back of Bu Operator's departure, and asked, "When did Uncle Shi come to Daze?" ”

The voice of the divination operator came from the fog.

"When it's foggy."

Liu March fell silent.

Of course, divination operators do not deceive.

So whether it's this sentence, or the previous sentence.

Nature is what he sees as reality.

So who has ever been to this area?

When will I die?

Liu March thought silently, stepped on the water of Daze, and continued to walk towards the depths of Daze.

.......

Some of the stories, when they were told, you hadn't come yet, so you had to stay under the stage and be an idle spectator.

exclaimed the big opera, praised the water, and then the curtain ended, and then wiped his face on stage and told his story.

This is the case with Beitai.

When the old Taoist looked at the rain and the sky on the street corner, he asked him the sentence - what do you want?

When Beitai said I want you to do me a favor.

He quit the stage.

It became a brick wall, an eaves, and a touch of rain.

I can't be a part of that storm anymore.

Only then did he see his own face clearly.

It was a young man, also wearing a Taoist robe, and his palms were still there, but there were many bright red lines, as if he had once put his hands into the rain.

The young Taoist's expression was calm, and there seemed to be a lot of anger and incomprehension in those calms, but he suppressed it and stood behind the old Taoist with a respectful expression.

The old Taoist asked, "What's the hurry?" ”

"Please die."

Young Taoists are very particular.

When he said please, he bowed with his palm, although his palm trembled slightly.

And it's not you, it's you, representing his respect.

The word "death" is very clear, and it also means that his purpose is very clear.

It's just that his whole body was trembling—not just the palms of his hands.

The umbrella also trembled in his hand, and the rain fell on the surface of the umbrella, shaking out a fine mist.

Thunder in the world.

Suddenly, the electric light that pierced the night illuminated the young Taoist's face, and there was anger, incomprehension, and sorrow and pain on his face.

No more repression.

When he said this, he was no longer depressed.

The young Taoist burst into tears, and said again with trembling and trembling - please die.

Master.

The old Taoist turned his head, his hair neat, his eyes calm, and quietly looked at his most proud protégé.

"Are you the only one who thinks so?"

"They're too."

The young Taoist let go of the umbrella in his hand, and the rain fell, but it did not fall on him.

Thousands of golden lights poured out from the Daoist's body, turning into countless scribbled sermons, spreading out in all directions in those stormy and curtain-draping worlds.

So the long street turned into a hexagram.

So the long street in the world began to circulate and turned into a hexagram.

The north platform turned into a drop of rain hovering under the sky, and I looked at this human world that had turned into a compass with shock.

The young Taoist and the old Taoist stood on the Qianzi hexagram, and the heavy rain in the world washed everything chaotically.

The old Taoist quietly looked at this technique of changing the world in an instant, very relieved and disappointed.

On the compass of the world, thousands of hexagrams evolved, and the distance between the old Taoist and the young Taoist was slowly widened.

The two of them each stood on a hexagram, and the sermon flowed, and the wind and rain continued.

It's just that some wind and rain are the wind and rain curtains of old Taoists.

Some wind and rain are the wind and rain hexagrams of young Taoists.

The young Taoist stood sadly on the compass of heaven and earth, above the wind and rain and the hexagram.

Dry for the sky, so the Taoist went to the sky, and the old Taoist stood quietly in the way of the kun hexagram, so he fell into the world.

The hexagram flowed, the earthquake coincided, and the thunder came.

Thousands of thunderbolts under the feet of the young Taoist turned into thunder snakes and broke through the wind and rain.

The sky is thunder and the earth is fire, and the mountains are windy and watery.

There are thousands of people in the world, all of them are avenues.

So they can all kill.

The old Taoist looked at this disciple who he had taught with his own hands with satisfaction.

He certainly learned well.

Everything is well learned.

When those heavenly thunders and earthly fires fell violently from the heavenly dome, the old Taoist raised his hand to his chest, and the wind and rain Dao Wen flew out from the Divine Sea, occupying those hexagrams from the young Taoist one by one.

The old Taoist raises his hand is wind and rain, and letting go is also wind and rain.

But he didn't use his most subtle trick, the wind and rain.

Instead, he also used this type of Qiankun hexagram.

So the heavens and the earth were changed.

Shapeless.

The old Taoist stood on top of the heavenly dome, watched those heavenly thunders and fires turn back, and walked towards his disciples, and said softly: "You have learned very well, but you have a hexagram that you have not learned, and that is to change the hexagram." ”

The young Daoist stood at the bottom of the Heaven and Earth Compass and looked up at his master, but he shook his head, ignoring the thunder volcanoes that came in the wind and rain Dao texts.

Said slowly: "I learned. ”

So the wind and rain are written, and the heaven and earth are in the hexagram.

A sword came.