The sky is misty and the morning wind is sparse.

Someone waited for a long time on a cliff somewhere in the Yellow Mountain Range, but in the end he didn't wait for someone who came.

So the Wuhe around him manifested, stepped into the void, and headed towards the sky.

Those Yue Xing arrays hidden in the heavenly dome above the Daze Green Mountains rotated slowly, and they had been dragged all the way through by a certain Sword Sect disciple before, but they were damaged a lot.

The figure then landed in front of the first Heavenly Dome Array, looked at it quietly for a long time, stretched out its hand from its sleeve, and a miniature version of the Yue Xing witch marks appeared in the palm of the hand, and then the power of the Styx River surged from the depths of Daze, fell into the palm of the hand, and was dragged again, falling into the Yue Xing Array, so those severed array marks were reconnected.

The large array slowly emitted a heavy turning sound, and then countless black gases filled the air, disappearing into the heavenly dome.

The figure withdrew its hand and calmly walked through the Great Array.

Until the second damaged large array appeared.

The power of the Styx in Daze was drawn again, and based on the Transcending Witch Mark in his palm, he reconnected those damaged formations little by little.

Everything falls in the sky and hides in the fog.

So nothing is visible to the earth.

I don't know how long it took, the figure left the sky and fell to the top of the green mountain somewhere in the middle of the earth.

In the mountains and forests, someone is sitting in the forest mist.

And the figure fell in the woods, stepping on a field of green and yellow leaves, and walked towards that side.

"Chennu is dead."

The man sitting in the forest mist heard the footsteps, raised his head, looked at him quietly, and said.

It was Shu He.

waited in front of Nanyi City, but finally found that there was a bizarre story in Daze.

The person who came was naturally a mayfly.

Ming mayfly stopped at the edge of the forest mist and said calmly, "I know. ”

This calm and simple sentence made Shu He, who may have a little sad and indignant words behind him, swallowed it again, raised his somewhat old face, and looked at this Nantuo Lingwu, who was much younger than them, but extremely strong.

Ming Mayfly said softly: "I know that the Northern Witch Dao may not be of the same heart as us, but I have not left any vigilance, and I take the death of the slave for granted. ”

Shu He was silent for a long time and said, "We thought that he was seriously injured after a battle with that unknown old disciple of the Sword Sect. ”

Ming mayfly said slowly, "Of course he was seriously injured. But that's just on the shell soul body, it has nothing to do with the means of killing, even if the disciples of the Sword Sect dry up the divine sea, but when they hold the sword, they also have the ability to kill you, why can you relax your vigilance against Hua Wusad? ”

Shu He looked at the mayfly quietly for a long time, and then slowly asked, "What about you?" ”

Ming Mayfly raised her eyebrows and said, "What do you mean?" ”

"Where did you go again?"

Ming mayfly said calmly, "I'm in the Youhuang Mountain Range. ”

"What are you doing there?"

"Wait for two people." The mayfly looked silently at the high mountain to the southwest.

"It's a pity that none of them came."

Shu He looked at the mayfly quietly and did not speak.

Ming mayfly looked over there with a sigh, and said slowly: "The first person didn't come, I can understand that he is the one who hid." But the second ......."

"Who's the second?"

Shu He looked at the mayfly and asked.

"The second one is the Blade." Ming Mayfly said calmly, "I am three feet six taller than the Spirit Witch, so I sat on the cliff and waited for the Lord of the Sword Sect who had returned from the rumor. But he didn't come. ”

The mayfly lowered its head and quietly looked at the fallen leaves under its feet.

"When he passed by the Youhuang Mountain Range, he took a look at me, and then went directly to Nanyi City."

"I am three feet six taller than the spirit witch, and I am the first person above the spirit witch and below the ghosts and gods. I thought he should have taken a second look. "But he didn't, he was badly wounded, and he had a sword in his heart, and I thought that he should always look at me, or come to the cliff himself, sit with me for a while, and ask me what I want to do." ”

"But he didn't."

This sentence was said by Shu He, and the elderly Nanchu Lingwu also seemed to realize the meaning, with a complicated expression and an ugly face.

"Yes. Just like Huai'an's historical contempt for yellow sorghum. Ming Mayfly said very calmly, but he couldn't calm down when he thought about it.

"Why don't you go to him?" Shu He looked at the mayfly and asked.

The mayfly was silent for a moment, looking quietly to the north.

"When he glanced at me when he was passing by, and went to Nanyi City to chat with one of his disciples, I lost the courage to take the initiative to find him."

"Originally, my idea was to contain Cong Blade." Ming mayfly whispered, "Later, I found out that this was unnecessary. There is no need for a person like Cong Blade to end up. It was never Nanyi City that trembled like walking on thin ice, but us. ”

Shu He was silent for a long time before he got up from the forest mist and walked to the side of the Ming mayfly, looking at the north with a complicated expression.

"Is the Cong Blade really that strong? I thought I could get a glimpse of the world from the prime minister. ”

The mayfly sighed and said, "That's what I originally thought. But then I understood a problem. ”

"What?"

"Qing Xiang is a demon, and Cong Blade was originally a human." Ming Mayfly said slowly, "Although this old guy always said that he was of average talent, but later I realized that the people of their Human Sword Sect have never been the people of the world, but the people of the Sword Cliff Grinding Cliff. He was naturally beaten by the Demon Suppression Division Gou Qian and returned from sorghum vomiting blood, but Gou Qian was considered by that generation of Grinding Sword Cliff to be comparable to the person in white back then. ”

"So what?"

"Not so." Ming mayfly said softly, "No, the yellow sorghum is indeed weak. There are three swords in the world, and we don't even dare to take a look at the blades, let alone the co-lord Shenhe in the north and Chen Yunxi, who has survived since the Tsing Yi era? ”

Shu He was silent for a long time.

Ming mayfly retracted his gaze and looked at this piece of Daze green mountains, without mentioning the young man in a daze looking at the lake in a certain courtyard.

That's something even less meaningful.

"At this point in the story, it is already difficult to ride a tiger, and it is a dilemma. So we can only go on. ”

The mayfly whispered, "Let's go." ”

Shu He was stunned for a moment, looked at Ming Mayfly and said, "Where are you going?" ”

The mayfly raised its legs and walked out of the mountain.

"Let's take a look at some of the things Yun Mengze left us."

Shu He seemed to understand something, and looked at the long river of countless snakes under the green mountains.

"They're back?"

"They've always been on earth."

......

A place where the rivers converge under the green mountains of Daze.

The light of the sky sprinkled on the main peak of Wushan is no longer visible, only the mist slowly scattered from the green mountains in the early morning, rolling on the long river.

Ming mayfly and Shu He waited quietly here.

No one said anything more, just waited in silence.

The sound of water waves gradually became in the middle of the river.

The mist slowly pushed away to the sides.

Countless powers of the River Styx slowly converged from the upper reaches of the Great River.

So thousands of boats came from the river to the waves.

Shu He looked at the scene in front of him in a daze, and turned his head to look at the Ming mayfly beside him, who looked calm, and when he saw the countless people of the Styx, he stretched out his hand from his sleeve and bowed calmly.

"Nan Chuming mayfly, I've seen Lord Zilan."

Shu He turned his head in a daze, only to find that among the thousands of boats, a middle-aged man in an ancient robe stood calmly at the bow of a certain boat.

The person who was called Zilan by the Ming mayfly, the power of the Styx River was surging, incomparably rich, he opened his eyes and looked at the two quietly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Why did you come?" ”

Ming mayfly calmly saluted again and said slowly, "Come for Gu Chu." ”

Thousands of boats stopped in the middle of the river, Zilan looked at the two of them for a long time, and said slowly: "It should be so." ”

Shu He finally calmed down at this point, his eyes fell deeply on the thousands of boats, and then slowly knelt down on the bank of the big river.

......

Nanyi City.

Somewhere in an alley.

Suddenly, the years stopped at the moment when a lantern stretched out at the mouth of the alley.

Then it slowly pushed forward.

Gongzi stood quietly in the corner of the alley, calmly watching a certain Sword Sect disciple carrying a lantern with a scabbard and walking into the alley.

The lantern was hung from a tree branch in an alley.

And that Sword Sect disciple stood under the tree, holding the scabbard, waiting quietly.

Soon, a Taoist walked in from outside the alley.

Childe watched this scene calmly.

......

I've lost too much, at least, until I win it back.

......

Then the lantern fell, and the fire ignited.

There is a sword coming in the Dao wind, and someone is pointing at the Dao Breaking Technique.

So the fire faded away, and everything fell back to its original appearance.

......

I'll wait for you to come back and fight.

......

Childe stood there calmly, watching the two of them leave separately, without saying anything.

It's just a solemn look.

Then all the light of heaven returned to the world.

Childe stood in silence in the alley without sorrow.

The alleys are already getting people coming and going.

People looked curiously at the young man standing on the side of the alley, and at the sword that was not far away.

Not sure what that means.

Of course, Childe Wubei will not explain anything to the world.

He walked over calmly, stretched out his hand from his sleeve, raised his hand to grasp the sword, pulled it out with a bang, and then walked out of the alley with the sword.

The traces of the Migration Art faded into the morning light that spilled into the alleys, and the people quickly forgot about the ephemeral strangeness.

Childe walked out of the alley without sorrow and walked towards the tomb mountain with his sword.

The appearance of carrying a sword on his head is always easy to make people feel like a crazy person, coupled with the appearance of Childe Wubei's missing lower lip, it is really difficult for people to think that this is a normal person.

So some people hurried to the west of the city, thinking that this kind of thing should be brought to the people of Heaven and Hell to take a look.

Childe Wubei ignored these small and inconspicuous riots in the world, and walked all the way through the long street of the world to the bottom of the tomb mountain.

The human turmoil has nothing to do with the child's lack of sorrow.

The prosperity of the world has nothing to do with the tomb mountain.

It's deserted here, just countless tombstones standing in the cold sunlight on the mountain, dragging long shadows.

It's like twilight.

Some people may have lamented that the morning light is the twilight of the long night.

Childe Wubei stood by the river and watched quietly for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking, and then walked up the tomb mountain with his sword.

On the tomb mountain, Chen Huaifeng opened his eyes, the person who came to the tomb mountain with a sword, he naturally knew.

When he left the sword in the world and walked alone through the long river of time, Chen Huaifeng probably guessed something.

So Chen Huaifeng looked at the Hu Lu on the side, raised his hand and touched his skull, waking him up.

Xiao Hulu opened his eyes, looked at Chen Huaifeng and asked with a blank expression, "What's the matter, senior brother?" ”

Chen Huaifeng said with a smile: "There are guests coming, you should go back to the Sword Sect first." ”

Xiao Hulu turned his head to look at the bottom of the tomb mountain, and then saw the person who was stepping on the dewy green bush and coming towards the top of the mountain, was silent for a while, and said, "Senior brother will be fine." ”

Chen Huaifeng smiled and said, "In Nanyi City, there will naturally be no problems. ”

Xiao Hulu hesitated for a while, stood up with his sword, and said very seriously: "If Senior Brother has something, remember to call me, and I will help you call Master back." ”

Chen Huaifeng smiled and said, "Okay." ”

Xiao Hulu then walked down the mountain, and when he passed by Gongzi Wusad, he glared at him very seriously.

It's just a glance from a young man, it may not have any deterrent effect, but it looks a little funny.

Gongzi Wubei glanced at him, then calmly walked towards the mountain, until he stopped beside Chen Huaifeng, inserted the sword into the soil under the stele, and then sat down, and sat down together in the morning light under the stele.

Neither of them spoke, but sat in silence.

Childe Wubei looked up at the huge cyan stone tablet, as if looking at the names on it.

But the story that has been settled thousands of years ago is naturally nothing to look at.

So it was a long time before he lowered his head and looked at some of the grass under the stele.

The grass of the newborn story.

Still young, just like him.

"What do you see?" Chen Huaifeng finally spoke.

Childe looked at the grass quietly, there was a bunch of grass seeds on the blades of grass, which seemed to have been blown off by the wind, probably falling to the world, and I didn't know where it would take root and sprout.

Childe watched quietly for a long time before he raised his head and said slowly, "A story that maybe you don't want to hear." ”

Chen Huaifeng didn't speak, his right hand was still in his arms, and he calmly looked at Gongzi without sadness.

"But I'm not sure either." Childe said without sorrow, silent, and seemed to hesitate.

"I don't know what's wrong. Maybe it's in the north, maybe it's in the city of Nanyi. ”

Chen Huaifeng looked at Gongzi Wubei quietly, Gongzi Wubei was indeed very hesitant, so there were some things that he didn't say very clearly.

But Chen Huaifeng knew what he meant.

The north is naturally home to certain Taoist temples.

Nanyi City is naturally the Sword Sect.

"What do you see?" Chen Huaifeng asked a sentence similar to the first question.

Childe Wubei raised his hand and broke off the grass, put it in his hand and looked at it for a long time, and said, "Someone fought in the city. ”

Fighting is a very vulgar word.

In such a context, it may have a somewhat pediatric connotation.

But Childe Wubei did think that those stories were vulgar and funny.

"It's a disciple of the Sword Sect and a certain Taoist."

Childe Wubei did not specify the identities of the two.

But Chen Huaifeng could vaguely guess something, so he was silent for a long time before he spoke.

"How do you know for sure?"

Childe Wubei said softly: "I can't be sure, so I'm hesitant, there are still some traces in the city, and I have to continue to take a look." ”

Gongzi Wubei looked at Chen Huaifeng and continued: "This story takes place in Nanyi City, so there are some things that I won't trust next. ”

Chen Huaifeng looked at the sword that Gongzi Wubei sent back.

"Including me?"

"Yes." Childe said calmly. "Including all of your Sword Sect as well."

Chen Huaifeng held the half curtain of wind and rain, quietly looked at Gongzi Wusad for a long time, and then let go of his hand slightly, and said, "Okay." ”

Gongzi Wubei turned his head to look at Chen Huaifeng.

The disciples of the Sword Sect seem to have always liked to say yes.

Good is certainly not good or bad.

It's better to agree with it.

As the most reasonable and unreasonable school of practice in the world.

The good words of the Sword Sect disciple spat out from his mouth.

It's always a relief.

Childe Wubei also has this thought.

So he thought it was amazing.

He is naturally not afraid of Chen Huaifeng, a former senior brother.

Although it may not be long before he steps into the realm of the Great Dao.

But at the moment, it is not enough to make Childe have such thoughts.

Therefore, Gongzi Wubei looked at him for a long time before he realized that the reason for his kind of relief was not because of Chen Huaifeng, a disciple of the Sword Sect.

It's because he's a disciple of the Sword Sect.

has the residual power of the Sword Sect for thousands of years.

Gongzi turned his head without sorrow, not thinking about these things anymore, but heard Chen Huaifeng continue again.

"What if you guessed wrong?"

Childe said calmly, "What do you think? ”

Chen Huaifeng didn't speak, and looked at the sword beside him.

Childe Wubei smiled softly and said, "Senior brother has been healthy for too long, so sometimes, he will ignore some things. ”

Chen Huaifeng looked at Gongzi Wusad and said, "For example? ”

"For example, once you guess wrong, then this story, my whole story in Nanyi City, will lose its meaning. The so-called consequences are nothing more than a trivial thing compared to the loss of meaning. ”

Childe said calmly.

"What's the point?"

Chen Huaifeng looked at him and asked.

Childe looked back at the green mountains outside the city.

"The future of the Northern Witch Road." Childe Wubei said softly, "It's the future of the Northern Witch Road." ”

The repetition of the narration has the flavor of an aria.

But more, perhaps, a kind of sadness.

"Beiwu Road has come to this point, and there is no way back. We were coerced by the current, and it was difficult to stop outside Nanyi City, and it was our only chance to gain the trust of Nanyi City. ”

Gongzi Wubei said softly: "This is the meaning of the story - if I guess wrong, then Beiwudao will lose the opportunity to stay in Huai'an for thousands of years." So you're going to talk to me about the consequences, and the consequences are naturally something that isn't worth mentioning. ”

Chen Huaifeng looked at the young Northern Witch Daoist quietly, and then said slowly: "It's a pity that your reputation in the world has never been good, especially in Nanyi City. ”

Childe Wubei chuckled softly and said, "Do you prefer to listen to Hua Wuxi, or mine?" ”

Chen Huaifeng did not speak.

Of course, the world is not one-sided.

Childe Wubei didn't say anything more, stood up, and walked towards the bottom of the tomb mountain.

"See you in the future, Senior Brother Huaifeng."

Time has passed, and he is still willing to call Chen Huaifeng a senior brother.