Liu March is so strong that it is almost demonic.

This incident was discovered by Han Cicada and this Taoist when they were drinking in the palace against the moon.

Because after mastering the winemaking method of Huai'an taste, the aged wine quickly made some flavors around the Liuyun Mountains.

This former servant sent the wine to the cicada in the evening.

So the sword cultivator of the Liuyun Sword Sect found Liu Yueyue, and the two of them got some food together in front of a hall called Feiyun Hall in the north of the palace, and tasted wine and watched the moon.

It's just that when the wine was half-drunk, when Han Cicada squinted his eyes and looked back at March Yin, who was sitting diagonally on the guardrail in front of the hall with a slight smile, he found that this Taoist seemed to be covered with a layer of moonlight.

The cicada was clearly stunned.

Liu Yueyue was a little unaware, looking at the sword cultivator who was looking at him in shock, and said with a strange expression: "What is Senior Brother looking at?" ”

Han Cicada didn't speak, but just summoned his sword, and in the moonlight of a hall, a sword fell on this Taoist.

Although Liu March didn't understand what this meant, he didn't see any killing intent in the eyes of the cicada, not to mention, in such a yellow sorghum fake capital, if the cicada can't be trusted, then there is no one to believe, and naturally there is no avoidance.

The sword came very suddenly and quickly, dragging an arc of light in the night, and fell on the shoulder of the Taoist.

It's just that the next moment, whether it is Liu Yueyue or Han Cicada, they all looked at that scene in amazement - the sword of a Liuyun Sword Cultivation with four avenues of great avenues was stopped in front of Liu Yueyue and could not be advanced.

Liu Yueyue finally realized the abnormality in his body, the wine glass in his hand lowered slightly, and looked down at his arms.

A divine power.

It's huge.

When Liu March saw those wet glows, she finally understood why the half-drunk cicada suddenly came with a sword.

It's just that for this Taoist, there is probably nothing very surprising about it.

Liu Yueyue looked at his mighty divine power very ordinarily, clenched the wine glass again, stood up, leaned on the guardrail, quietly looked at the palace that was very quiet in the night, and then took a sip of wine, looked back at the cicada who was still sitting on the stone steps in front of the hall, smiled softly, and said, "Senior brother, I am much stronger than you now." ”

Han Cicada sighed softly and said, "It seems that the goddess is much stronger than the human world now. ”

The crux of some issues is no secret.

Whether it is a chilling cicada or Liu March, they can guess where this comes from.

This ugly Taoist Shenhai inherited the divine power of Yao Ji, so that he could get rid of the traction of the River Styx and live in this world.

Just like when the spring is full of branches, even the most terminal branches will also carry a very vigorous vitality.

This is the case with Liu March now.

It's just that this Taoist was there smiling and talking about those things, but his expression gradually fell.

Han Cicada poured a glass of wine from the pot, stood up and walked to Liu Yueyue's side, and looked at the world together by the railing.

This Flowing Cloud Sword Cultivator drank that kind of Flowing Cloud Wine and said softly, "Senior Brother seems to have some troubles. ”

Liu March stood there and looked at the night for a long time with a silent expression, then raised his head and drank the wine in the cup, and said slowly: "Because March is so far, it is indeed a little regretful. ”

The cicada raised his eyebrows and looked at the Taoist.

Liu March raised his eyes to look at the north, and said calmly: "I can't wait to see the day when the world is prosperous, and I can't wait to see the time when the Great Dao is fruitful." I also hate that the moon in the sky can't shine on the flowing water of ancient and modern times. ”

The cicada looked at it silently for a long time, and then said softly: "Of these three things, probably none of them are easy to see. ”

Liu Yue laughed in a low voice and said: "But it's okay not to see it, as the so-called prosperity must decline, if the world is really prosperous to the extreme, it will probably gradually perish." ”

The meaning of the prosperity is that from now on, everything can never be restored.

"It's not a good thing to die when everything is like spring."

The sword cultivator in the white emperor's robe stood there silently, but said, "What about the Great Dao? ”

Liu March lowered her head and quietly looked at her divine power, but she was silent for a long time, and then said slowly: "If you abandon the way, you will live, and if you see the way, you will die." ”

This Divine Sea of Qingtian Daoist has been dry for a long time.

Liu March patted the guardrail and said with a sigh: "Perhaps for those who cultivate the Tao, it is true that if they see the Tao, they will die, and if they see the Tao, they must die, and not dying is not enough to be the Tao." ”

It's just that it is probably such a Daoist with divine power, in other words, an extremely strong Styx power, it is probably difficult to shake the Dao Fruit again and step into the realm of the Dao Gate Three Stacks.

Han Cicada looked at Liu Yue quietly for a long time, then turned around, walked not far away, and picked up the long sword that fell on the stone steps in front of the hall.

"Perhaps, I can help you."

Liu March raised her eyebrows and said, "How can Senior Brother help me?" ”

Han Cicada raised his hand and stroked the sword of light under the moon in his hand, and said calmly: "Senior brother once said that the matter of sword cultivation, such as the stone and fire gap horse, the world is extremely fast, then everything can be broken. ”

Liu Yueyue seemed to understand something, looked at the sword in Han Chan's hand, and said slowly: "Senior brother wants to cut off the divine power that Yao Ji left on me?" ”

The cicada whispered, "Yes." ”

This ugly-looking Taoist stood there silently, pondered for a long time, and said, "This is probably wishful thinking. ”

Han Cicada turned his head to look at Liu Yueyue and said in a deep voice: "It's just that if you don't go to wishful thinking, naturally everything will not be visible." I just want to ask, does the junior brother want to die in the story of the decline of divine power, or in the story of the search for the great road in the world? ”

Liu March stood there with a long sigh, looking at the mountains and rivers in the world under the night, and said slowly: "Naturally, in the story of death if you hear the Tao." ”

Han Cicada chuckled, and the sword in his hand pulled a sword flower, and then it was quickly sent to Liu Yueyue.

"So why not think about it once?"

Liu Yueyue looked at the long sword with flowing sword intent in front of him, raised his hand and stroked the blade of the sword, and said softly: "Just how do you think about it?" ”

Han Cicada squinted his eyes and looked at the north, and said calmly: "If the sword intent in the world is poured out, there will be a heavenly sword coming, and the story of gods and ghosts may be in such an epilogue, and it will ...... at that time."

Liu Yueyue also understood, and said softly: "At that time, it was impossible for Yao Ji to take care of many things in the world. The divine power in my body is like the flow of the Broken Source. ”

Han Cicada withdrew the sword, found the scabbard on the stone steps, put it into the scabbard, and said slowly: "At that time, I will ignite the sea of gods, and a sword will come, and this sword will ......"

Han Cicada looked at Liu Yue with a solemn expression, and said in a deep voice: "Senior brother must catch it." ”

Liu March smiled slightly and said, "There is no sword in the world that cannot be caught. ”

There is no sword in the world that cannot be caught.

Just look at whether you are dead or alive after receiving the sword.

Han Cicada didn't say anything more, regained his grip on his sword, and sat back down on the stone steps.

The wine made by the old wine, because of the time, is not too much, and the two of them drank it at night, but there is not much left.

It's just that whether it's a chilling cicada or Liu March, it's probably not drunk, just slightly drunk.

Maybe it's just right, maybe it's not enough.

The cicada was there unveiling the wine jug and looking at the wine in the jug, but Liu March was still quietly watching the night by the guardrail.

"Senior brother."

Han Cicada turned his head and looked at the back of the Taoist standing in the moonlight, full of divine power.

"Say, 'Heaven', what is it?"

When Han Cicada heard such a sentence, he also raised his head and looked at the distant and vast night dome for a long time.

It's just such a question, probably really not easy to answer.

Han Cicada took the wine jug back to the guardrail, poured a glass of Flowing Cloud Wine for Liu Yueyue and himself, and then said softly: "Maybe it's a certain Sword Cliff cultivator who sleeps with the moon." After all....."

Han Chan's words were not finished, but Liu March probably knew what kind of sentence it was after all.

After all, in the world of the Great Dao for two thousand years, there are only people who have sharpened the sword cliff and can be called heavenly people.

Although Hangu Temple once held the title of the first in the world for thousands of years, it is just such an ancient Taoist temple, but it is not enthusiastic about heavenly things.

So who such a heavenly person is, maybe it's not a difficult thing to guess.

It's just that no one continued to speak, just stood side by side in front of the main hall, in this yellow sorghum land, looking at the moonlight that will fall in the world for a day.

It was a long time before the two lowered their heads and sipped the wine in their glasses.

"Senior brother didn't say a word at that time."

Liu March said suddenly.

Han Cicada looked at this Taoist with some confusion, such a sentence has no beginning or end, and no one will know what it is talking about.

The Taoist from Qingtian Dao smiled softly and said, "Actually, at that time, you could still let the aged wine make some wine from the north of Huai'an." ”

Han Cicada also understood at this point, and said melancholy: "After all, I thought that my junior brother would have a long future, so naturally I never thought about it." ”

Liu March said with a little regret: "It's a pity that when I think about it now, it's probably a little late." ”

Han Cicada didn't say anything more, and quietly looked at the world.

Maybe it's a little late in the night.

When I looked at the fake capital from the palace, most of the lights floating in the night had been extinguished.

"The things of life are inexhaustible."

This Liuyun Sword Cultivator said slowly.

"There are always regrets."

Liu March laughed softly, holding the small half glass of wine in the cup, and drank it while walking down the stone steps.

"If the things of the world return to the ..... of the wind"

The Taoist asked as he walked up the long stairs.

"Where will Senior Brother go?"

Han Cicada said very calmly: "Of course, it's back to Huai'an." ”

"The bitter wine of Huangliang, if you drink too much, although you can get used to it, it is still not as pleasant as the wine of your hometown. The green hills of sorghum are endless, and you will feel magnificent and beautiful if you see more, but after all, it is a foreign land. ”

The king of Chu stood very calmly in the night and said very calmly.

"Fallen leaves still return to their roots, let alone the world?"

Liu Yue stopped on the long steps, looked back at the white emperor-robed senior brother for a long time, and there was a lot of envy in his cloudy and ugly eyes.

"It's a pity that I can't go back in March."

Gone and never returned to the only teenager.

Gone and never returned only for March.

Han Cicada looked down at Liu Yueyue below, was silent for a while, and said softly: "Of course, junior brother can also go back." ”

Liu March's eyes were a little shiny.

This ugly-looking Taoist just shook his head slightly.

"I can't go back, senior brother, I'm not Liu March."

This Taoist said very regretfully.

"Liu March, in March of the year 1003 of the Great Wind Calendar, he had already died in Nanyi City."

The chill fell silent.

Of course it is.

In the story at the end of last year's spring.

This Taoist from Huaidu, when he came out of Daze with difficulty, was burned by the sword fire in such a sword sect.

......

The green mountains are the same as the clouds and rain, and the bright moon was once two townships.

Therefore, Mochizuki's drinking is often related to homesickness.

It's just that what Liu March didn't expect was that after leaving the palace, this Taoist saw the old man Ling Yin who had not heard for a long time on the long street of the fake capital.

This Lord Ling Yin was under the eaves of the street, wearing a regular suit, quietly looking up at the night moon in the sky.

This scene naturally made Liu March a little puzzled.

"Why is Lord Ling Yin here tonight?"

Ling Yin may not have expected to meet Liu Yueyue here, until he heard Liu Yueyue's voice, he turned his head and looked at the ugly Taoist who came out of the palace for a long time.

"Why did Lord Yin come back late at night?"

Liu Yueyue smiled softly, slowly walked to Ling Yin's side, raised his head, looked at the sky over the eaves, and said softly: "The king has a new good wine, and he is ordering his ministers to enter the palace and drink at night." ”

Ling Yin said with a sigh: "I see. ”

Liu March listened to the tone of the old man, but asked with some curiosity: "What is the sigh of the adult?" ”

The old man smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "Because I envy Lord Yin's night drink in March." ”

Liu March seemed to understand something, turned her head back, and said slowly: "The adult was born in Huangliang and lived in the vacation capital for a long time, so there is no one who can drink at night?" ”

Ling Yin stood under the eaves and whispered, "Maybe there was still yesterday, but it was gone today." ”

Liu March raised her eyebrows, a little unsure of what this Lord Ling Yin meant.

The old man, who was once Lord Huangliang Fengchangji, said softly: "Mr. Su of the Hanging Xue Yuan has passed away this afternoon. ”

Liu March listened to such a sentence, thought for a long time, and finally had some impressions, probably this old man was talking about the dean of the Wenhua Academy of the Fake Capital Hanging Academy.

The two are of similar age, and they also had a friendship with classmates back then.

For a hundred years, at this point in life, there may indeed be no one who can drink at night.

Liu March followed the old man's gaze, and then said softly: "It turns out that Lord Ling Yin is not looking at the moonlight, but at the River Styx. ”

Hanging over the heads of the world, of course, is not only the heart of heaven and the full moon.

There is also such a great river that hangs down from the top of the mountain.

Ling Yin said softly, "Yes." ”

Liu March sighed and said softly: "Adult's Day mourning." ”

It's just that the old man didn't have a sad look, just quietly looked up at the distant scenery above the world.

After a long time, the adult said softly: "I heard that Lord Yin in March should have died on the other side of Daze, but because of the favor of the goddess, he was able to survive in the world for a long time, I don't know if this matter is true or false?" ”

Liu Yueyue glanced at the old man with some surprise, and then looked down at his body that seemed to be the divine power of Yuehua, was silent for a while, and said softly: "Yes, why are you curious about this?" ”

Ling Yin looked down at Liu March for a long time, and said softly: "It's just that sometimes I can't help but feel a little hurt by the time, and I will think of many things." ”

"For example?"

"For example, if the world really returns to the embrace of gods and ghosts, will there be a lot less joys and sorrows?"

Liu Yueyue looked at this old man quietly, but for some reason, she remembered the old sword cultivator who had planted a sea of flowers that she met at the edge of Daze.

The older a person gets, the more he will believe in the things of gods and ghosts.

This is what the old sword cultivator said at the beginning.

When he was in the prime of his life, he was full of spirit and ambition, and felt that everything could not be accomplished, so he sneered at the gods and ghosts.

In his later years, when he looked back on his life, he found that this life was short and full of regrets.

Only then can we understand the meaning of hoping for something beyond this body.

It doesn't matter if it's just sustenance, it's as devout as a believer.

"That's impossible, Lord Ling."

Liu March said softly.

"The moon in the sky is not yet round, let alone the world?"

"If there is no defect, it cannot be rounded, and if it does not die, it cannot be said to be alive. Even if the goddess really has enough authority to make the world happy, there is no opposition in the world. The quagmire and high mountains are the bones of the world. ”

Elder Yin said melancholy: "You Daomen people have indeed seen too thoroughly, but they have lost a lot of human feelings. ”

Liu March looked at the old man in surprise and asked, "What is human touch?" ”

Ling Yin smiled and said, "Being greedy for life and afraid of death is the human touch." ”

Liu March fell silent.

This Lord Ling Yin may feel that he has won such a Taoist, but he laughed with a little smugness when he was young.

It's just that after a long silence, this Taoist said with a sigh: "How can I not be greedy for life and not afraid of death? ”

Everyone understands the big truth, and it is difficult to control small emotions.

Ling Yin looked at Liu Yue with some puzzlement, but the Taoist didn't continue, but just walked slowly along the long street.

The old man stood there and looked at Liu March's back for a long time, but for some reason, he suddenly stopped him again.

"Lord March Yin."

Liu March turned around and looked at the old man standing on the side of the street for a long time.

Ling Yin seemed to have something to say, and stood there a little bit of a speechless stop, and it took a long time before he sighed and said softly: "Drinking hurts your body, it's better for adults to drink less." ”

Liu March smiled softly and said, "Thank you for reminding me, it's just that Liu March is a crippled person, if you don't drink, what can you do?" ”

Ling Yin didn't say anything more, just turned his head and looked at the distant Yellow Mountain Range for a long time.