Ye Zhuliu stood on the path of those dripping cliffs, looking up and quietly looking at the gap in the sky that poured into the White Moon Mirror above.

It took a long time for the fortune operator to walk down from above with the box.

Seeing this young disciple waiting here, Bu Zhuanzi only glanced at him, but he didn't have any emotion, as if those things hadn't happened.

Ye Zhuliu breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't really bother to mention those things.

Just followed the Taoist and walked quietly on the cliff road.

"Where is that page missing?"

Ye Zhuliu asked very seriously.

Bu Operator said calmly: "About those parts that are missing a particle. ”

Ye Zhuliu stopped in a daze, looked at the back of the divination operator, and then said softly: "Master thinks that there will be an answer to what is on that page. ”

Bu Zhuanzi looked back at the disciple who was standing under the light of those flowing heavens, was silent for a long time, and said, "I don't know. ”

After the Taoist finished speaking, he turned his head very calmly, stood on the edge of the cliff, and looked down at the thousands of clear lights that fell downward.

No one can see when a drop will fall into which drop.

It's the years.

It is also fate.

It's all the undecided choices.

Ye Zhuliu stepped forward, stopped beside Bu Operator, thought quietly for a long time, and then said softly: "It's better to read it first and then make a decision." ”

Bu Operator said softly: "Have you walked the road to the twelfth floor?" ”

Ye Zhuliu was silent for a while, and said softly: "No." ”

The old Taoist beside him stretched out his hand, and gradually there was a Taoist rhyme permeating his fingertips, wandering with an incomparably mysterious trajectory, and then suddenly escaping into countless brilliant lights, falling under those thousands of cliffs.

And after those Dao rhymes were gone, Ye Zhuliu saw an extremely pure and frightening white air flow from the old Daoist's fingertips.

Ye Zhuliu was about to ask something, but he saw that the air flow suddenly left the Daoist's fingertips, and then came towards him, and in an instant, a feeling that was extremely dangerous in his intuition appeared in the heart of this young Daoist.

Ye Zhuliu hurriedly pinched the Dao Jue, countless hexagrams were revealed around his body, and the cultivation of the six stacks of the Great Dao was all revealed, but it was still in that extremely insignificant airflow, and it was scattered away, and the whole person retreated in embarrassment.

Bu Operator calmly withdrew his hand, scattering all traces that appeared between the cliffs like a white horse passing through a gap.

"I'll walk by."

The old Taoist said such a sentence very calmly.

At the beginning of Qingtian Road, no one was not the twelfth floor.

Whether it is Bai Yuyu, Le Chaotian, or Xie Chaoyu, or some former Taoists who are taking medicine.

This is the story that the white wind and rain bring to the world.

So some Taoist may have been walking all along.

Bu Operator stood quietly on the cliff, and Ye Zhuliu was slowly standing up on the edge of the cliff.

"So a lot of things, once you've seen them, it's hard to get out of some stories again."

The old Taoist looked back at his young disciple.

Ye Zhuliu wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and looked at the old Taoist in a daze.

"What's that?"

The old Taoist said calmly: "The twelfth floor is here to become an immortal, so we call it immortal." ”

Ye Zhuliu stood there for a long time, and after a long time, he said softly: "It is much stronger than the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi. ”

It may be similar to the power of witches and ghosts and the power of gods, with the difference between heaven and earth.

The old Taoist said calmly: "Because there is a lack of a particle between the two, the degree of aggregation and the way of operation are different. ”

"A higher level of power is indeed not necessarily a good thing."

Ye Zhuliu also calmed down, this Taoist realized that he was also a little uneasy, sighed and continued: "Seeing too much will make people unable to calm down after all. ”

The things you see and think about in different places are naturally different.

The young Taoist looked at the small box in Bu Operator's arms.

"So what should we do with such a thing?"

Bu Operator stood there quietly and said softly: "Maybe you can go desperate and desperately to see it, or you can leave it for future generations to see." ”

The affairs of Qianqiu are handed over to Qianqiu.

This is what Tsing Yi said to Emperor Huai back then.

Fighting for the day and night may not be as good as a plan for 10,000 years.

Ye Zhuliu looked at this Taoist silently.

The latter looked at Wanya dripping water with a sigh, and said softly: "We don't dare to make any decisions, so it's better to leave it to you." ”

Ye Zhuliu was stunned there.

Then he saw the old Taoist turn around and hand over the box to Ye Zhuliu very casually.

It's just that for that young Taoist, many things are naturally not arbitrary.

At that moment, after all the foreshadowing of the Taoist, the moment Ye Zhuliu subconsciously took over the box, he only felt that the weight of the whole world was pressed on his shoulders.

"Teacher......"

Even if he was a Great Dao cultivator, Ye Zhuliu was like a world at this moment, with an extremely heavy sense of suffocation.

So I breathed heavily, and my eyes were blank.

Until Bu Operator raised his hand and patted Ye Zhuliu's shoulder, this old Taoist smiled very rarely.

"Although I admit that this is irresponsible."

The old Taoist looked at his disciple very sincerely.

"But the road that the predecessors should take is almost finished, and what happens later should naturally be handed over to you who come after you."

Ye Zhuliu held the box and was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "If I can't help but open the box, knowing that it will lead the world to a direction that shouldn't exist, but I still choose to do so, then what should I do?" ”

Bu Operator said softly: "That's how the world should go." ”

The old man coughed softly twice, and then walked down the cliff paths.

"Of course, those who come after us never have to follow the advice of their predecessors."

"The dripping of fate is possible, and the dust of fate will never settle - the world will change. Everything that is appropriate will fade in color over the years. ”

Such a sentence is probably quite similar to what Cong Jian said to the shopkeeper of the noodle restaurant named Wang Xiaoer before he took out the sword.

Ye Zhuliu stopped in that place for a long time.

The back of the Taoist gradually faded away, and he disappeared into the thousands of clear lights.

There are times when people in the world are eager to go along, and when they encounter difficulties, they stop.

It's just that most of the time, people don't follow the stream.

Even if you really want to sit on the bow of the boat, you will sometimes have to hold on.

......

The old Taoist sat quietly in the flat lake at the bottom of the White Moon Mirror for a long time, and then from a place where the book was stored on the cliff above, there was an extremely ordinary booklet that was floated by the Taoist rhyme and fell into the Taoist's lap.

Just like "Five Thousand Words of the Green Ox" was originally just an inconspicuous ancient book.

"The Supplement to the Human World" is also not brilliant, just like an ordinary book that a scholar in the world reads and studies all year round.

Compared with "Five Thousand Words of the Green Ox", in fact, the "Supplement to the Human World" has already been calculated, at least it was not taken by a certain Huangliang scholar to pad the table legs.

Bu Operator quietly looked at the book on his lap that didn't look very thick, but it was the most detailed book in the world.

The cover is naturally unremarkable, just a simple five-character 'Supplement to the Human World', with small characters at the end - Li Missing One.

Bu Operator looked at those words, but he was a little distracted.

Li is missing one, and Li is the first in every way.

No matter what he has to do, it's always the best in the world.

So even the words of the title written on the frontispiece are excellent.

This old Taoist may vaguely see such a young Taoist who once walked in the world, holding a scroll of pen and ink in his hand, while looking at the world seriously, while enthusiastically recording everything in such a world.

The most remarkable people in the world were born in such an era.

Li Missing One, White Clothes, Ji Wuxu, Tsing Yi, Nan Yi, Li Er.

Therefore, what if you hate not to see it, why not the blade?

The same is true for Xie Chaoyu.

The scroll was turned open.

But it happened to stop at the page of such an era - the Styx ghost flower, a cycle of sixty years, the world is often shocked by the unpredictability, grimaces bloom, the dead come back to life, thinking that the meaning of gods and ghosts..... Take a look at the Yellow Lands of the South Seas...... In fact, it is the wind of the ocean current, and the power of the River Styx goes to the world, and the pollen shakes down, and it becomes a ghost country......

Xie Chaoyu looked at it silently for a long time, and then continued to flip back.

It wasn't until a certain page that the Tao stopped.

There are many words written by a Taoist thousands of years ago, as well as many neat drawings that have not been understood by the world to this day, like models of some kind of theoretical speculation.

In the blank space on the side of that page, there is a different kind of handwriting.

From this Taoist who sits in the lake.

- Missing a particle observation fallacy.

If the absence of a particle cannot be determined, then 'the original fate is unobservable', and the difference between them is the fallacy value of the absence of a particle, which is unpredictable, but according to the mirror theory, the difference derived from fate must have a boundary.

The Taoist only wrote a few strokes like this, and then did not continue to write.

Of course, it does not mean that such a speculation has been shelved by the lack of a door.

In fact, what the whole lack of one has done so far is to try to find out where such a boundary lies.

For example, above those white moons, countless Taoists have repaired the two gates of 'missing one' and 'perfection'.

For example, those thousands of cliffs drip and leak.

Such a speculation is naturally contrary to Cong Blade's insurmountable fate.

Or to put it another way, the three feet that Cong Blade said are the fate of the macrocosm.

What is missing is to try to find out where the three feet are directly at the micro level.

The Taoist silently stroked the handwriting he had left on it many years ago.

This Taoist feels that the most proud thing in his life is to be able to leave such a few strokes on such a Taoist scroll.

The Taoist looked at it for a long time, and then silently turned the page, until a certain page, the Taoist stopped.

There's a page missing there.

The Taoists didn't know what that page was about.

Maybe I'm glad I didn't know what was on that page.

The lake is silent.

The old man just sat quietly facing the page.

Ye Zhuliu was not far from the lake, holding the box and looking at his master for a long time.

Then a question was asked.

"How is Mirror Theory?"

Naturally, this young disciple had also read that Dao scroll before.

The divination operator raised his head, looked up over the thousands of cliffs, and seemed to want to see many distorted and reflected heavenly domes from the water droplets that hung down with the heavenly light.

"It's a desperate guess."

The old Taoist lowered his head and looked at Ye Zhuliu calmly.

"You don't have to know."

......

In the world, in the territory of mountains and moons.

When Fu Jiangnan and the others walked into the small town in the mountains in front of them, they unexpectedly saw a person who should not be in such a place.

Four broken sword Cheng Lu.

Of course, Cheng Lu can appear anywhere in the world.

As the quietest of the three swords of the younger generation, he has always had freedom everywhere.

After all, you don't have to be like someone who has climbed a cliff, you have to defend a high cliff.

You don't have to be like some blind person who hides in Tibet.

Of course, Fu Jiangnan saw the process of dew.

This black-clothed, short-haired sword cultivator had once appeared in the Hanging Courtyard and was sitting beside the Cause and Effect Sword Cong Blade.

When Fu Jiangnan first saw the sword cultivator who was sitting in the wine shop and drinking quietly, he thought for a while that he had seen it wrong.

So this young man Jian Xiu raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and looked at it carefully.

Dressed in black, with short hair and a parted head.

Indeed, I called Cheng Lu, you remember.

So Fu Jiangnan was even more confused.

Not to mention that now that Shanyue City is at war with the south, it is the matter of the Liuyun Sword Sect and the Mountain and River Temple, which is destined that Cheng Lu will not be a person who sits here and drinks.

Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong on the side looked at Fu Jiangnan who suddenly stopped with some curiosity.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Xiaoxiao said as she followed Fu Jiangnan's line of sight.

This little Lingnan sword cultivator was also stunned.

There is even some weakness in his expression.

After all, Cheng Lu was deceived by the old man in Lingnan at the beginning, not only did he not stop the people in Lingnan from entering the city to find the boy under the umbrella, but he even broke his hand because he drank too much.

It's just that soon Lu Xiaoxiao also realized that Cheng Lu shouldn't appear here.

After all, although this place is very close to the Liuyun Mountains, it belongs to the territory of Shanyue after all.

Such a four-broken sword, not going to the Liuyun Sword Sect, or the nearby sword cultivation community, but staying here to drink, is naturally a strange thing.

Cheng Lu didn't notice that a Lingnan sword cultivator had discovered him, so he just sat there quietly, putting the two swords behind him on the wine table, like a swordsman who drank alone in the rivers and lakes.

It wasn't until he heard a certain voice that the young sword cultivator reacted and looked up at the window.

Lu Xiaoxiao, Wu Dalong and Fu Jiangnan, looked at themselves there.

"Why is Senior Brother here?"

Lu Xiaoxiao asked a little puzzled.

Cheng Lu turned his head, picked up the wine glass in front of him, and said calmly, "I just want to drink some wine." ”

Of course, there is nothing idle in the world, it is better to drink some wine.

What's more, Cheng Lu probably won't be idle.

Lu Xiaoxiao looked at the two swords that Cheng Lu put on the table, the swords had not been washed, and there were still many condensed blood beads left on them.

It's just that this little Lingnan sword cultivator really can't understand why Cheng Lu is here.

Sipo Sword Cheng Lu has always had a good relationship with Lingnan.

Or that they have a good relationship with people.

It probably has something to do with his temperament.

Even if he was pitted by He Suozhi and broke his hand, this sword cultivator did not become angry and drew his sword to kill, after all, a sword cultivator of the Liuyun Sword Sect, if he really wanted to kill people in Lingnan, naturally no one could stop him.

Even if this sword cultivator was dizzy at the beginning, he just sat at the mountain gate of the Tianya Sword Sect and scolded his mother.

Lu Xiaoxiao glanced at Wu Dalong, who was very honest and pulled Fu Jiangnan out of here.

And Lu Xiaoxiao jumped in directly from the window and sat down at the table opposite Cheng Lu.

Cheng Lu held the wine glass, looking at this Lingnan sword cultivator who did not have a deep relationship, but he didn't understand what she was going to do.

Although Lu Xiaoxiao's name is small and his realm is also small, his age is naturally not small.

Although he called Senior Brother Cheng Lu, he was acting like a senior sister, just like facing Nandao and Le Chaotian, sitting there looking at Cheng Lu with burning eyes.

The young sword cultivator was silent for a long time, then picked up the wine glass again and continued to pour himself a drink.

"If I were a sword cultivator of the Liuyun Sword Sect, at this time, I would naturally not appear here drinking stuffy wine."

Lu Xiaoxiao looked at Cheng Lu and said.

Cheng Lu smiled and said, "So what? ”

Lu Xiaoxiao said seriously: "Lingnan has always been ashamed of the senior brother in the matter of the South Island, if the senior brother really has any trouble, we will naturally not stand idly by." ”

Cheng Lu looked at the woman in front of her silently, then turned her head and said softly: "Lingnan is like this, still thinking about other people's affairs?" ”

Lu Xiaoxiao poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and said, "If it weren't for this, I could still think about other people's affairs, Lingnan would naturally not be called Lingnan." ”

For 2,000 years, nature has been the same.

Cheng Lu turned his head and looked at the female sword cultivator in front of him in a daze.

Lu Xiaoxiao has never reached the realm of exit since the realm fell, and has always stopped at Zhishui, the same realm as her disciple called Lu Xiaoer.

Since Lingnan was leveled by those soldiers, the world has rarely heard of Lingnan sword cultivation.

The teenagers walked in the world with sorrow and did not speak.

It's just that this little sword cultivator stepped through the window like this and appeared in front of Cheng Lu, as if he was still trying to pick up the stupid love of Lingnan that was knocked down by two wars little by little.

Cheng Lu looked at Lu Xiaoxiao silently for a long time, and then said softly: "Senior sister is kind, Cheng Lu understands it." ”

Lu Xiaoxiao called him Senior Brother, but he called Lu Xiaoxiao Senior Sister.

Lu Xiaoxiao said seriously: "Although Lingnan looks miserable, for us, there is nothing we can do, and you can also understand that we want to climb some high branches in order to get back up." So why refuse? ”

Cheng Lu smiled, looked out the window, and said, "Lingnan naturally already has its own high branches, so why bother to climb anything?" As for my refusal, it is naturally because this is indeed not something that Lingnan can meddle in. ”

This young sword cultivator crossed the wide open window, looked at some cloud and mist mountains to the north, and said slowly: "This is a matter of mountain climbing, and it is an internal matter of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect. ”

When Lu Xiaoxiao heard this, he was also silent.

Naturally, as Cheng Lu said, in the matter of the Liuyun Sword Sect, sword cultivators like them naturally can't help.

The black-clothed, short-haired sword cultivator stood up by the window, his robe swaying slightly in the wind.

"Of course, Cheng Lu will naturally not forget the kindness of Senior Sister in this Siqiao Town today."

Some mountains.

Cheng Lu naturally wanted to go back on his own.