Qing Xiang returned to the Hanging Courtyard early in the morning, but he never went to the side of Jingsi Lake, but went to the small building of Tanchun Garden.

Standing against the railing, holding a pot of wine bought on the road.

It's been a long time since the prime minister has been drinking.

So when the first sip is in the throat, it sinks into the heart.

But there is a subtle feeling of vertigo.

The feeling at that moment is probably incomparable to everything in the world.

Saw some stories on top of the tall buildings.

For example, someone goes up the mountain to return the sword, and then exhausts his breath and disappears into the world and does not know where to go.

For example, if someone robs a prison in a car, he comes and goes.

The former minister actually didn't have any ideas, but when he saw the latter, the prime minister sighed for a long time.

How long has it been since they've been in the courtyard before they came up with this thing?

Looks like a lot of fun.

Thinking like this, Qing Xiang probably guessed how that thing was done, but Qing Xiang didn't want to do it himself, so he went down the small building and walked towards the small bamboo garden.

Yun Hu didn't know how to get such a thing.

Drink and walk in the April sun with a flask.

Although there are many students coming and going in the courtyard, most of them have never seen this very good dean, but they just looked at the blood-colored plum blossoms on the white clothes and the black footprints on the corners of the clothes, and felt very strange, so they looked at it twice.

The prime minister nodded with a smile and walked over.

All the way to the small bamboo garden.

Yun Hu was sitting at the stone table in the garden, with many classics on the side, flipping through them, biting the pen and looking pensive.

Hearing the footsteps in the bamboo forest, I thought it was Chen He swaying over again, and said without raising his head: "You're back?" ”

"Hmm."

Yun Hu nodded unknowingly, and felt that there was something wrong with the voice, and when he looked up, he saw Qing Xiang standing in the courtyard holding a wine jug, looking around while drinking wine.

"......" Yun Hu was stunned for a moment before he said, "Why are you?" ”

Qing Xiang sighed and said, "Okay, then I'll go." ”

As he spoke, he turned and left.

The scholar, who was addicted to reading, hurriedly stood up, took Qingxiang's hand, and explained: "I didn't mean that, I thought Chen He was back, so I asked." ”

Qing Xiang stubbornly walked towards the outside of the courtyard and said, "I have been away for so long, you don't want me, what is the difference between this and the previous sentence?" I'd better go. ”

Yun Hu didn't know how to pull for a long time, but he didn't pull Qingxiang, so he let go of his hand and said, "Okay, then I won't stay." ”

Qing Xiang stood there with his hands stretched out in a daze, still maintaining a posture of being pulled out and struggling.

Seeing that Yun Hu didn't know what was true, he sat back at the stone table, Qing Xiang walked over with a smile, sat down on the stone bench on the opposite table, looked at Yun Hu and said, "Haha, just kidding, just kidding." ”

Yun Hu didn't know that of course it was just a joke, holding the scroll, looking at the blood on Qing Xiang's body, and asked very heavily: "Master Qing met something in Huangliang?" ”

Qing Xiang drank wine and said slowly: "It's just a trivial matter. ”

Yun Hu didn't know how to say softly: "The thing that can force your realm to fall may really not be a trivial matter. ”

Qing Xiang smiled and said, "It's just a temporary oversight." ”

"Then it must be that you drink all day and drink yourself in a daze, or you might as well quit drinking."

“......”

Qing Xiang looked at the wine jug in his hand, shook his head very firmly and said, "No, it's not the wine problem, it's me who is too stupid." ”

Yun Hu didn't know how helplessly he looked at Qing Xiang, and wanted to persuade him, but he saw Qing Xiang waving his hand and said, "Don't mention these things." ”

Yun Hu asked curiously, "Then what is Master Qing sitting here?" ”

Qing Xiang smiled, looked at Yun Hu and said, "When I came back before, I saw someone driving a very interesting wheelchair out of the Hanging Courtyard, this thing must have nothing to do with you." ”

"Well, it's Chen He's own whimsy, as well as the credit of many gentlemen from the Academy of Mathematics and Physics."

The prime minister waved his hand.

"I don't care, I'm going to have one anyway."

Yun Hu looked at Qing Xiang speechlessly, and said, "Master Qing, you have lived for more than a thousand years, how can you still be like a child." ”

Qing Xiang drank wine and said confidently: "What's the matter with being more than a thousand years old, don't you know that a man is a teenager until he dies?" ”

"......" Yun Hu was silent for a long time before he looked at the old man in white who looked like a scoundrel in front of him, and said slowly, "It will take a little time, because there was a Tianyan machine in the courtyard before, and I had to go to the city to find a blacksmith shop to make parts and come back." ”

"It's okay, if you need my help, just say it." The prime minister said proudly.

Yun Hu didn't know what to say, just looked at Qing Xiang quietly.

Qing Xiang looked at himself strangely, and then looked at Yun Hu curiously and asked, "What are you looking at?" Do I look weird? ”

Yun Hu didn't know how to say softly: "Master Qing came back this time, there is only this one thing to say?" ”

Qing Xiang thought for a while and said, "Otherwise, what else can happen?" ”

"......" Yun Hu was speechless for a long time, and said, "Okay." ”

As he spoke, he stood up, went back to the room and looked for the drawings left after he got in the Tianyan car, and took those drawings and headed towards the Institute of Mathematics and Physics.

Qing Xiang glanced at it hurriedly, and felt that the things on the drawing didn't seem to be the same as what he saw, and it seemed to look better, probably because he modified the shape later?

The prime minister didn't ask too much, after all, professional things are left to professionals to do.

Seeing the very helpless scholar leaving through the bamboo forest path, the prime minister was bored in the courtyard drinking wine and wandering.

Didn't have the idea of going to Meditation Lake.

Not at all.

......

Childe Wubei held a pot of wine and sat quietly by the Nanyi River.

Since leaving the tomb mountain, Gongzi Wubei walked slowly along the Nanyi River.

It's like I'm waiting for someone, and it's like I'm just hanging around.

Not far away, someone was at the head of the bridge, talking about separation very freely.

Then the young man drove north in his wheelchair.

And the young man held an umbrella and carried a sword on his back, and headed towards the east of the city.

Childe watched quietly without sorrow.

I'm a little curious.

That young man was still looking for help with a sad face last night, why did he just become so chic today?

The boy named Nandao didn't look like he had anything to do.

So the short inconspicuous separation in the world ended at the bridge.

Childe's sad gaze followed the young man towards the east of the city, and then took it back, looked down at the big river in front of him, looked at it for a long time, and then said to himself: "What, you still don't want to see me?" ”

There are many pedestrians walking slowly behind them, there are also many people standing under the trees to enjoy the wind and cool down by the river, and there are some people fishing quietly with fishing rods in the gazebo not far away.

It's just that no one responded to Childe's very strange words.

Leisure or rush in the world is just a matter of doing its own thing.

Childe Wubei smiled softly and continued: "I think it's very interesting that since you stopped believing in me a few years ago, even the world has begun to doubt me. ”

"Some people probably think that people who have done bad things should naturally rebel against their relatives, and then when I fall into the mud pit, I will come up with noble thoughts and stand on the edge of the mud puddle and spit or step on both feet."

Childe said to himself without sorrow, and also fell silent by himself, the pot of wine he was holding had not been moved, but with the hand on the guardrail, it swayed slightly.

"But my dear brother." Childe Wubei reopened his mouth and looked at the flask in his hand. "The real mud pit has always been brought to me by you."

Then the jug opened its mouth, and poured the liquor made from some stories into the mouth of the young man who had no lower lip.

Childe took a sip and placed the flask on the guardrail, then stood up and headed towards the south of the city.

The pot of wine was left there, and perhaps someone would come and take a sip and reminisce about the details of the story that had been deliberately overlooked.

Maybe not.

Just calmly standing in an undiscovered corner somewhere, watching that figure leave.

Childe didn't care, walked along the river bank for a while, then turned into another long street, and walked forward until he stopped in an alley.

There was some noise outside the alley.

It is the sound of people walking back and forth in the world, and it is also the sound of bargaining.

Maybe it's a wet market.

Some of the senior brothers of the Sword Sect often come here to find some work, such as delivering food to restaurants in the city and earning some start-up capital to play cards.

For example, ginger leaves.

That's why the prime minister will call him a small cabbage.

When he walked on the streets of Nanyi City on weekdays, people would not think that he was a disciple of the Sword Sect.

Nanyi City is always like this.

No one will pay attention to who's who.

So Childe Wubei walked in the city for a long time before stopping in front of this alley.

For the human world, this is just an ordinary alley.

There are many people who walk through here after buying groceries.

But for the spiritual world, it's not.

Because a certain veteran who had stirred up the storm in the years died here.

Wind and rain in all directions.

Maybe it's really the wind and rain in all directions.

When the storms brought by him over the years gradually subsided.

From his death, another storm began to rise in the world.

Childe Wubei heard this story again in the occasional chatter in the world.

So after walking through another alley, he went to the tomb mountain, left Chen Huaifeng's sword on it, and later came here.

The April sun shone quietly on the east side of the alley.

It is the position where Childe Wubei stands.

And so from here, the shadows began to stretch slowly.

until it is on par with the world.

Then the night fell again.

The years in the alley are like a river flowing backwards, slowly moving towards a brief pause in the world somewhere.

The art of migratory flow is real, human sorcery without any lethal power.

Perhaps there are some talented people who can really go against the current of time, rather than standing on the riverside and looking down.

But that has nothing to do with the fact that it can be called the three major thaumaturgies in the world together with the Viet Xing Jutsu and the Nine-Character Mantra.

The most feared art of migration in the world.

Always the one who hides in the dark.

When everything is against the current, some people stand in the long river of time and look back at the past, and many things that have been forgotten have to reappear in the world.

Therefore, whether it is Prime Minister Qing or Chen Huaifeng, at such a time, they all choose to acquiesce to Gongzi Wusad's stop in Nanyi City.

Childe stood in silence in the alley without sorrow.

Waiting for all the years to go back and all the stories to come out.

Until the fog reappeared in Nanyi City.

It was one early morning on the 25th day of the third month of the year 1003 in the Great Wind Calendar.

It's only eight days now.

In these short eight days, a lot has happened in the world.

Did it start here?

Of course not, from much earlier.

It's still the son of the Great Witch, Wubei, when he smelled the gust of wind on the side of Ze.

But from here, someone began to walk out.

So Childe Wubei began to get a glimpse of some stories.

Grocery shopping for the white wind and rain.

The man hiding under the black robe waited in the alley.

The story is short.

It's just a hasty collision of some Dao techniques with others.

Then countless sword intents poured out from Bai Fengyu's heart.

When Bai Feng Yu died, those sweeping winds briefly blew the corner of the hood of the black robe.

Gongzi Wubei looked at Bai Fengyu's extremely shocked look before he died, and naturally realized this.

It's just a pity that the location where he came was not very good.

It is the place that is directly opposite the white wind and rain, but the place with the black-robed man is facing back.

And so the years passed again.

Childe walked forward without sorrow, stood in Bai Fengyu's position, and quietly looked at the black-robed man standing in the fog.

The story loops again.

Only this time.

The white wind and rain did not come.

Childe stood there without sorrow, looking back at the stone road leading to the vegetable market.

Everything is deserted.

Not a single old man came with pork and turnips.

Childe was silent for a long time.

Turning around, the black-robed man was already standing in the same position he had been standing in before.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The whole world fell silent, and the voice of the black-robed man sounded calmly in the alley.

Childe watched this scene in shock.

But I couldn't help but be amazed.

Yes.

A hexagram.

Accurately calculated all the Qiankun hexagrams.

"Huai'an Avenue is indeed unfathomable." Childe Wubei was silent for a long time before quietly looking at the black-robed man in front of him and said.

"Grapevine." The black-robed man seemed to be very modest.

It seems to be extremely serious about an incomprehensible fact.

"I heard that there is a lack of a divination operator three feet away from fate, what about you?"

The black-robed man said calmly, "I'm two feet nine away from my destiny. ”

"Awesome." Childe admired heartily, "But I can't understand. ”

"What?"

"I'm not one of those years."

"You are the one in this fate." The black-robed man said calmly, "Everything in fate can be glimpsed, but only the people in it can't be snooped. ”

Childe Wubei was silent for a long time and said, "When did it start?" ”

The black-robed man said softly: "When you stood by Daze, looking at those people from Nanchu, you thought of some stories about betrayal in your heart. ”

"I see."

Childe's words slowly drifted down the alley, and then his hands poked out of his sleeves.

It's an ancient and complicated witchcraft.

The world hangs upside down.

The river comes.

It's ghostcraft, the Styx in an instant.

When Gongzi Wubei found that the white wind and rain that should have stepped into this alley did not come, he tried to leave this period of migratory years.

It's just that an incomparably mysterious power is constantly swirling in the alley, but it interrupts the trajectory of those migratory techniques.

In those foggy alleys, there are faint sermons circulating.

So Childe Wubei quickly changed his thinking.

And so the river Styx came from the heavenly vault.

The whole world hangs upside down.

The two of them seemed to be standing in the middle of a world of Styx that no one had ever really seen.

The black-robed man did not stop him, but just stood calmly on the other side of the river.

Childe Wubei naturally wants to use the eternal river that rushes in the world to break through this strange freeze-frame time.

Then he saw the black-robed man calmly raise his hand.

Bai Fengyu, who did not appear in the alley, overlapped with the figure of Childe Wubei at this moment.

Childe Wubei looked at the Dao Jue that had appeared once in the first migration before, but he realized something.

At this moment, Bai Fengyu's expression and Childe's sad expression overlapped equally.

It was shocking and incredible.

It turns out that you can still kill people like this?

Childe was sad, but only had time to flash a thought in a hurry.

The sword intent that burst out from the confessional wind and rain body also passed through the figure of Gongzi Wubei in an instant.

At the same time, the River Styx crashed away, and the years on earth returned in a hurry.

Childe suddenly knelt down in the alley without sorrow.

A mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.

Countless sword intents lingered around his body, and then broke through his body.

After a brief silence in the alley, the world fled out of the alley in a panic with melons, fruits, flesh and vegetables.

Childe Wubei looked down at the pool of blood full of sword intent in front of him, and it took a long time to calm down from that shock.

The sword wind dispersed, and the wide witch robe fell, covering the body full of sword holes again.

The Wu River in the body has been full of holes.

It was from the sword intent of Cong Blade, one of the three swords in the world, many years ago.

It was the peak of the white wind and rain of that year, and they were all seriously injured by that sword, and they have since disappeared in the world.

What's more, it is childe who has no sorrow.

The only fortunate thing is that those sword intents are located through the years in the body of the confessional wind and rain, rather than really facing them directly, and Childe Wubei also summoned the River Styx at the first time to break the years and return.

Otherwise, it is inevitable that you will die directly in those years.

After being silent in the silent alley for a long time, Childe Wubei reached out and stood up slowly with his hand supporting the stone slab.

The power of a witch and ghost surged, blocking the sword holes on his body that were constantly bleeding, but he was still coughing up blood.

Those sword intents didn't just cross the Wu River.

It also passed through the internal organs.

Even the heart has been cut off.

Childe bent over and coughed uncontrollably, but his mind gradually became a little trance-like.

But the main injury is not actually on the body.

It's in the soul.

The soul body man sitting on the Wu River in his body had his limbs cut off and his neck severed, leaving only some subtle souls still pitifully connected.

Childe coughed uncontrollably.

He never imagined that he would end a hasty story in such a way.

He always thought that he had imagined Huang Liang to be weak enough and Huai'an to be strong enough.

It's just that whether it is the black-robed man who is proficient in the Qiankun hexagram technique, or the sword intent of Cong Blade, it proves one thing - he still doesn't think enough.

The spirits on the Wu River can't last long.

Gongzi Wubei coughed in the alley for a long time, and finally regained his mind, and in the Wu River in his body, the river was surging, and the limbs that had fallen off were rewound around the soul body, and then he held the hanging head in both hands, pressed it on his neck, and sat in a strange posture in the Wu River.

Raising his hand to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips, he retracted his hands into his sleeves and walked out of the alley.

He knew that he had fallen into what the black-robed man said he could not see.

But he still has to gamble.

It's like saying to Chen Huaifeng on the twilight mountain.

This is the North Witch Road.

Last chance.