What a great imagination!

This is a sentence that Li Asan liked to say back then.

Of course, human wars can be more than just earthly.

The emperors of the world, of course, can be more than Kamigawa.

Of course, the road of the world can also be more than just gods and ghosts, avenues, or more civilizations that stop at the moment.

After talking with the emperor in the palace for a long time, Song Yingxin left the palace in the twilight with a sigh.

It is sometimes difficult to see the old side of one's own paranoia.

As the saying goes, it's hard to imagine things outside of your own cognition.

Song Yingxin couldn't help but imagine that if he had lived for thousands of years, or if he was like a goddess, he suddenly woke up from a long time.....

.......

The son said on the river: The deceased is like Sifu!

The wind moves, the turtle and snake are quiet, and the ambition is ambitious.

A bridge flies north and south, and the moat becomes a thoroughfare.

The stone wall of the Xijiang River is erected, the clouds and rain of Wushan are cut off, and the high gorge is out of the Ping Lake.

The goddess should be unharmed, and the world should be shocked.

.......

The goddess should be unharmed, and the world should be shocked.

......

Song Yingxin stood on the streets of the twilight of the world stupidly, thinking about many things, but for some reason, he was already in tears.

The middle-aged man raised his sleeves, wiped the wetness from the corners of his eyes, raised his head again, glanced back at the palace, which was far lower than the human world, and said nothing, stepping on the twilight of June, and headed towards the Tiangong Division under the Huaidu.

......

The young man with the umbrella had been waiting for a long time in front of the suspension road that Tiangong Division had gone up.

It's just that when he saw the middle-aged master who looked very sorry and walked down from the Huaidu, he forgot for a while why he was waiting here.

The young man just stood under the umbrella and looked at Song Yingxin for a long time, looking at his slightly red eyes and the cuffs of his robe that were a little wet.

"What's wrong, my lord?"

Song Yingxin walked down the stone road, looked at the young man in front of him with a slight smile, and said, "It's nothing, it's just a little sigh." ”

"Exclamation?"

Nandao didn't seem to understand why this master went to Huaidu, and what he saw, he sighed until his eyes were red.

"Yes." Song Yingxin stopped there and said softly, "Sigh for something very good." ”

Nandao thought for a long time, and said thoughtfully: "Then it seems that those very good things are going to disappear, otherwise why would adults be like this?" ”

Song Yingxin didn't say anything, just smiled slightly.

"Yes."

The two of them walked towards Sizhong.

Nandao didn't continue to ask, and when the boy looked back and saw the white air flowing in the vapor, he finally remembered why he had come.

After searching in the division for a long time, but not finding such a master, the young man had to come to this stone road in and out of the Tiangong Division, and finally met Song Yingxin, who was very busy these days.

"You Chunshan is there ......"

When the young man said this, he didn't know how to say it, and he hesitated to organize the wording, and finally gave up, just raised his head and looked at Song Yingxin.

He knew that Song Yingxin would understand what he was going to ask.

It's just that to the boy's surprise, when he heard this question, the master stopped and looked back at Nandao very sincerely.

"I don't know."

The boy's eyes widened suddenly, and this was undoubtedly an unexpected answer. The young man quickly frowned, looked at Song Yingxin and said, "How could Lord Master not know?" ”

Song Yingxin said softly: "Not only I don't know, but even Baizhu doesn't know either, he once went to ask the prison master Liu Qinghe, and the adult was also silent." ”

Nandao was puzzled and said, "Why? ”

Song Yingxin turned his head and silently looked at such an underground cliff overflowing with white gas, and said slowly: "The immortal qi extracted by the entire Tiangong Division has been attracted to the past, and we can't go over to see what happened. Some of the doctors in the Hanging Pot Ya even died on that day because they did not leave in time. ”

Nandao fell silent.

It was only after a long time that the young man looked at the master of the Heavenly Crafts Division who was silently moving forward, and asked softly, "So what exactly is the immortal qi?" ”

Such a question was naturally asked by the teenager at the beginning.

It's just that maybe today I heard the word extract in Song Yingxin's words, which made a lot of confusion arise in the heart of such a young man.

When I ask the old story again, I naturally want to know a different answer.

Song Yingxin just calmly walked towards the Tiangong Division.

"Of course, immortal energy is immortal energy."

Maybe I think this is too vague and perfunctory.

After a slight pause, Song Yingxin said softly: "It's the qi of the mountain." ”

Nan Dao was silent for a while, holding an umbrella to catch up with the middle-aged master, and said in a deep voice, "I want to go in and have a look." ”

Song Yingxin stopped, looked back at the young man with a frown, and it took a long time, until his eyes fell on the umbrella, and he shook his head very resolutely.

"No, Huai can't bear such consequences."

Nandao also looked at the umbrella in his hand.

In fact, even if the Tiangong Division has done a lot of research on such an umbrella, it still can't figure out many things on this umbrella, and because of the reasons that have been deeply understood but never understood, the Tiangong Division also has a great fear of the young man's umbrella.

The greatest fear in the world is naturally the unknown.

It's just that the greatest bravery in the world, of course, is recklessness.

The boy raised his head and said very seriously: "If there is a problem, I will leave there as soon as possible." ”

Song Yingxin, who has always been kind, was unwilling to give in on this issue, and he didn't even have the idea of negotiating, so he waved his hand away with his back to the young man.

"It's impossible for the Tiangong Division to agree to this request."

Song Yingxin said very calmly, but he walked a long way, but he didn't hear the voice of such a young man, frowned, and turned around, only to find that Nandao was holding an umbrella and heading towards the top of Huaidu.

This obviously made this Tiangong Division Master a little puzzled.

"What are you going to do?"

Nan Dao said calmly: "I'll go to the prison lord or Your Majesty." ”

Song Yingxin frowned, looked at the young man's back and said, "Why do you have to go and see it?" ”

Nandao stopped, looked down at such a cliff overflowing with immortal air, and after a long time, said softly: "Because I think he is pitiful." ”

Perhaps such a sentence is that the teenager feels very pitiful.

So when he was on the bank of the Sword Cliff Creek in the East China Sea, the boy decided to help him.

Of course, you have to help people to the end.

Even in the laws of Kamigawa, this is explained.

You can die without help.

But if you don't save half of it, it's murder.

I've murdered Lingnan.

The boy thought very seriously.

Of course, we can't murder such an unlucky person in the East China Sea again.

Song Yingxin was silent for a while, and then said softly: "If something really happens......

Maybe it was the boy's words, or maybe it was the boy's plan to go to Shenhe or Liu Qinghe, in short, this made Song Yingxin a little relieved.

Nandao turned around, tore a piece from the corner of his coat, wrapped the umbrella tightly in his hand, and said very sincerely: "I will never let go of this umbrella." ”

Song Yingxin sighed, waved his hand, and said, "Go ahead." ”

The young man bowed to the middle-aged man very sincerely.

"Thank you, Master."

The boy walked that way.

Song Yingxin stood there for a long time, and then called a servant.

"Go and invite Lord Liu to sit in the Tiangong Division."

"Yes."

......

The prime minister was drinking on the bridge of such a lonely ancient city.

The Sword Sect's Peach Demon Cong Xin, which imitated rats and rats wandering on the Nanyi River, was not far away.

Both of them were looking at the divine power that overflowed such an ancient city.

"Every hundred years, when I look from the Sword Sect to the Nanyi City, I feel that the world has changed a lot."

Cong Xin sat on the edge of the boat, treading the water, lowered his head, and whispered.

"Could it be that after two thousand years, the goddess feels that the world is still the same as it was back then?"

Qing Xiang took a sip of wine, stood in the lonely wind on the Nanyi River, and said slowly: "Of course not, the goddess once said that the changes in the world are indeed very great, but she feels that it is in vain and meaningless. ”

"Why in vain?"

"She didn't say it explicitly."

Cong Xin didn't continue to ask, lowered his head, and looked at the twilight rippling beside the boat, like a crumpled orange peel.

The prime minister was still drinking to himself.

The entire Nanyi City was bathed in that extremely vast divine light,

From south to north, it's all the same.

Along the river, catalyzed by the extremely strong power of the Styx, many dark flowers were born.

Qing Xiang's eyes slowly fell on a black flower that had bloomed on the bridge, looked at it for a long time, and then plucked it, pinched it in his hand and looked at it, and said softly: "The grimace flower blooms, and the dead come back to life." Such a scene, if it had been placed more than a thousand years ago, would have been rumored in the world. ”

Cong Xin turned his head to look at the scholar who was dressed in white but holding a black flower, and his eyes moved to those long streets, among the streets and alleys where the flowers of the Styx slowly bloomed, there were some people who were still left in Nanyi City who were looking at them in horror.

"It's the same now."

Cong Xin withdrew his gaze, did not look at the frightened people again, and looked up at the mountains and rivers that poured the power of the River Styx.

The tail of the River Styx is just outside the city of Nanyi.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the Dao Saint came to this ancient city near Daze to look at the black flowers that covered the world.

The woman who had incarnated from the peach tree in the Sword Sect's garden sat quietly at the bow of the boat and whispered.

"If we had not known about the goddess, we would have been amazed by these sights, and many strange conjectures would have arisen."

Qing Xiang may also agree with Cong Xin's words, and he didn't say anything, but just looked at the streets and alleys of Nanyi City for a long time.

The speed at which those black flowers spread was extremely rapid.

At first, it was just a stem poking out of a hole in a stone slab like a thirsty fish, and then a bud was born, and finally the petals that made people look like night were opened, and the pollen was shaken in the wind, and then quickly withered, and those tiny seeds were scattered all over the long street.

In the end, it was like a black fire.

This is a completely different picture from the glow of divine power that overflows over the ancient city.

The white-clothed prime minister and the peach-clothed Cong Xin didn't speak anymore, one was on the bridge, the other was at the head of the boat, and the two quietly looked at the black flowers that spread towards the world.

Everything is gloomy, except for the twilight.

The prime minister also didn't know when the young man in green clothes who couldn't find him appeared on the streets of Nanyi City in the past days.

The grass carried two swords for the firefly, one is called Fang Cun, full of cracks Fang Cun, such a sword, Qing Xiang can not be unfamiliar, and Cong Xin cannot be unfamiliar.

It's just another sword that looks very ordinary and clumsy side by side with Fang Cun, even if Qing Xiang wants to break his head, he can't figure out where the sword called Butterfly Love Flower came from.

This made the scholar very disappointed, took off the blue and red hanging jade from his waist, looked at the young man in green clothes who was looking at those black flowers thoughtfully on the streets of Nanyi City, and said softly: "I thought that the seniors would at least borrow a sword from me." ”

Cao Weiying looked back at the white-clothed scholar standing on the bridge of the twilight of the river, smiled slightly, and said, "If you want to use a good sword, why should I use your sword?" ”

The best sword in the world is, of course, the sword that a certain sword cultivator of the Liuyun Sword Sect sent to the Grinding Sword Cliff.

Qing Xiang sighed, took the piece of hanging jade back, and said, "That's true." ”

The Sword Sect's Peach Demon Cong Xin stood up on the head of the boat and saluted the green-clothed young man very respectfully.

"I've seen my seniors."

Although Cong Xin was born in the Sword Sect of the world, he is not a sword cultivator, even if he is carrying such a peach-like sword behind him, he is still not a sword cultivator, even if the sword of the inclined bridge was taught by the Qinglian Sect, this peach demon did not use the ancestor to call this young man in green clothes.

Cao Weiying looked at the peach-clothed woman standing at the head of the boat, nodded, and then looked at the green peach branch sword behind her, and said with some emotion: "It's a pity that I already have two swords, otherwise I can borrow this sword behind you." ”

Cong Xin looked back at the sword behind him, was silent for a while, and said softly: "A person like a senior, if he has a sword or not, what is the difference?" ”

If there is a sword in the heart, the world is not a sword.

Cao Weiying said very seriously: "Naturally, there are still some. ”

Cong Xin asked a little puzzled, "What is it?" ”

This young man with two swords obliquely and a cyan gourd hanging from his waist in the long street of black flowers smiled slightly.

"With a sword on your back, you will be more handsome and chic."

Of course, sword cultivation must have the appearance of sword cultivation.

Cong Xin was silent, and Qing Xiang leaned on the guardrail next to the bridge and kept laughing.

"Of course, it's not a good thing to carry the sword too much."

The grass smiled and walked among the flowers of the Styx, reaching out to stir the flowers swaying in the evening breeze, probably like a teenager indeed.

"In that case, it's always easy to think that this is a place to walk around and sell swords."

Cong Xin sighed softly and said, "I didn't expect that at this time, the seniors would still be able to laugh and make such jokes. ”

Grass raised her eyebrows and said, "Then what should I do?" Came here with a sad face and explained the aftermath to you? ”

The white-clothed scholar who was originally standing at the head of the bridge with a smile suddenly lowered his head, restrained his smile, looked at the twilight of the river, and said in a dull voice: "The senior is the last sword cultivator of the Ten Years Sword Sect, if you can......"

The scholar raised his head and said very seriously: "We really want to hear some of the things that the seniors have to say. ”

Cao Weiying smiled softly, still leisurely pacing among those flowers, and said, "There is nothing to explain, what you have done in this era is far better than what we did back then. It has always been unnecessary for predecessors to say more. ”

When the young man's words fell, on the other side of the long street, another gentle voice came.

"Why do I think you're talking about me when you say this?"

The three of them looked towards the long street together, and in the twilight, there was a goddess holding an umbrella and wearing a black dress.

It's like going to an appointment.

Cao Weiying smiled slightly and said, "The goddess should be fine?" ”

Yao Ji, who was wearing floral socks and small cotton shoes, stopped there, wearing a black dress that seemed to be ordinary, but it seemed to be so cold that she couldn't look at it directly.

"Qinglian should be fine?"

Yaoji didn't answer such a question, but just asked the young man instead.

Cao Weiying looked up at the heavenly dome of the world, and laughed softly: "The dream of a thousand years, how fast, it is unharmed." ”

The two stopped on the bank of the Nanyi River, looked at each other quietly for a long time, and then turned around together and looked at the world by the railing.

The black flowers in the world are gloomy, the twilight in the world is brilliant, the water of the great river is sparkling, and for thousands of years, there have been countless people in the world who have traveled by oars.

The Wushan Goddess, who had been revived from the ancient Chu period, stood there quietly and watched for a long time, and then said in a gentle tone: "I have a question, I don't know if Qingjun can answer it." ”

Cao Weiying smiled and said, "What's the problem?" ”

Yao Ji looked up at the heavenly dome, looked at the sword intent and sword wind that gradually fell towards the world, and said softly: "The sword fairy in the sky has been dreaming for a thousand years, I don't know who the dream is?" ”

Cao Wei Hotaru narrowed her eyes, quietly looked at the twilight sky, and said softly, "It's a very good world." ”

"Please, please."

"The mountains are high and the waters are long, and there are thousands of things, if there is no old pen, why is it poor?"

Yao Ji looked at it quietly for a long time, then lowered her head and said slowly, "That's a pity. ”

The young man in green clothes turned his head to look at the woman in the black dress standing on the bank of the river not far away, and said, "I also have a question. ”

Yao Ji said softly, "Please speak." ”

Cao Weiying said very seriously: "The goddess is in Daze with a pillow of yellow sorghum, I don't know who the dream is?" ”

Such a Gu Chu goddess lowered her head, looked at a river with a sad expression, and said softly: "It is a very bad and bad world. ”

With that look, it was the scholar standing on the bridge and the woman at the head of the boat, and their hearts were subconsciously lowered.

So such a young man in green clothes standing on the riverside with a sword sighed, and said very embarrassedly: "It's really a pity. ”

The two of them said nothing more.

The young man in green clothes took the wine gourd from his waist, brought it to his lips and took a sip, and looked at Yao Ji with a slight smile.

"Please."