The person who has wronged you must know better than anyone that you have been wronged.

If Chen Yunxi didn't understand the temperament of such a senior brother, how could he let such a story go on?

When the saint was in the dead in the East China Sea, Qinglian was the only one there to send him to Zhuangsheng Island.

The sage's exclamation would of course have an extremely huge impact on the life of such a sword cultivator.

This may also be the reason why such a sword cultivator, who can obviously sit in the human world, and even when the Ten Year Sword Sect was once called the Qinglian Sword Sect, he still walked down the high cliff and went to the human world.

I'd rather be in the world and dream of a thousand years, rather than sit in such a high-cliff prison.

Senior brother, senior brother.

Chen Yunxi sighed softly, didn't look over there, turned his head, and calmly walked along the snow-capped mountain road towards the top.

......

The snow-capped mountains in the middle of the great lake are gone.

So the bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains.

When this white-haired and green-clothed sword cultivator walked to such a Tianmen Pass that towered into the depths of the clouds and snow, he was like an ordinary person in the world, bending down slightly, holding the cliffs on both sides with one hand, and supporting his knees with the other, panting constantly.

Senior brother, senior brother.

The sword intent wound on this sword cultivator's body, in that kind of ordinary climbing, gradually showed some signs of bleeding.

How can such a mountain road far above the world be an ordinary climb?

That fine snow is not fine snow.

It is a small crystallized immortal qi, just like the power of the Styx that was also crystallized like snow when the River Styx was reversed.

Chen Yunxi stood there and gasped for a long time, and then reached out and held a strand of white hair hanging down, on which many snow flakes were condensed, this sword cultivator reached out and brushed off those snow flakes, held them in his hand, and the sword intent gushed out in the divine sea, which shook those snow flakes away.

Senior brother, senior brother.

Chen Yunxi quietly looked at the white gas that had dispersed.

The heavenly man may just be the mountain man.

Immortal qi may only be mountain qi.

It's just that those who don't fit can't get it.

Even if Chen Yunxi's Great Dao realm was extremely high, and the Dao Sea was stacked with waves fifteen times, he still couldn't absorb these immortal qi into his body.

This can't help but make such a sword cultivator think of such a human capital city, hidden deep in the ground.

Even Chen Yunxi is also curious about what Tiangongsi saw in Li Queyi's "Supplement to the Human World".

How could such a young man from the East China Sea cross this gate of heaven so easily?

Chen Yunxi stood in front of such a heavenly gate and cliff, like a guest visiting from a mountain snow, stood up straight, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

So the bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea of clouds.

So the geese led their hearts to go, and the mountains came for a good month.

Chen Yunxi quietly looked at the huge moon wheel that seemed to be the end of twilight before slowly rising in the heavenly dome of the world.

But in fact, it was just that a person who slept with the moon went to a higher place, so that the bright moon rose alone.

When does the blue sky come to the moon?

Brother.

Chen Yunxi stood in front of the gate of heaven, quietly watching the white jade plate that rose in the fine snow and sprinkled the moonlight.

Today's people don't see the ancient times and the moon, but this month once looked like the ancients.

This month is still the same as the ancients.

With white hair and a green coat, Jian Xiu stood quietly in the mountain snow, this is indeed an ancient person from thousands of years ago.

Senior brother, senior brother.

Chen Yunxi silently lowered his head, and passed through such a heavenly gate realm under the heavy snow.

It wasn't until he passed through the two opposite cliff mountains that Chen Yunxi stopped, quietly looking at such a calm and undisturbed snowy lake in the distance, and then turned around and looked at such a mountain cliff again.

Chen Yunxi never set foot on the twelfth floor.

It's just that such a sword cultivator still stepped through the gate of heaven, withstood those winds and snows with a sword intent, and passed through such a place that seemed to be inaccessible to the world.

There is a northern dispatcher from the heavenly hell in the world, who is still in the southern world, looking for answers to certain stories.

Maybe such an emperor doesn't know, but in fact, some of the answers are really simple.

It's like when a young man saw some words on such a stone tablet on the cliff flat outside Tianshang Town.

White Yujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor. The immortal stroked my top and knotted my hair......

Chen Yunxi sighed for a long time, looking at the big lake, such a realm above the clouds, there were two extremely vast and narrow sword marks.

Just like that, a young man in green clothes came side by side with a certain ancient Chu goddess, and a certain person who was sleeping in the big lake finally woke up slowly - Chen Yunxi certainly knew very well at which moment such a story happened, and the cultivation of the upper realm of the world could also see at which moment such a story happened.

It is the moment when countless sword intent sword winds in the world fall.

So someone let go of the bright moon in his arms, relaxed his waist, and maybe said with a slight smile What Yunjian even stayed, and the cup in the sky. After getting drunk, the cool breeze rises, blowing people and dancing sleeves back.

Then he stretched out his hand from behind such a young man who sometimes turned into a crane in his dream, and countless grasses in the world were fireflies, raised his hand and summoned such a square inch, and said Ten years Sword Sect, Qinglian, please.

Chen Yunxi is also the same as the world, he can't see some stories like that, so he can only seriously imagine some of those pictures.

It's not that idlers can't be idle, and if they can be idle, they must not wait for idlers.

The sword cultivator who was able to sleep peacefully like this, waiting for the goddess to return to the position of the righteous god in the world.

His sword, even if it was Chen Yunxi, of course, was invisible.

If you hear it, you will be hurt, and if you see it, you will die.

Chen Yunxi stood there quietly, imagining some of the things that such a senior brother might do in this realm of Heavenly Gate.

It's just that.

Senior brother, senior brother.

Chen Yunxi lowered his head and looked at the cyan wine gourd that had been abandoned on the shore of the lake.

You, who don't look like people in the world, aren't you afraid?

Of course Chen Yunxi would think so.

Because he knew what the missing word of the poem that had been engraved on the stone tablet was.

Be.

The immortals caressed my top, and the hair was hunted for immortality.

This sword cultivator standing in the snow laughed softly when he thought of this.

Perhaps a certain teenager didn't know that a certain senior he had seen in such a heavenly town was the last person in the world who wanted to see him go far.

If he doesn't wait for the goddess.

Then in all the proper story tracks.

He must have been waiting for the boy.

It's a pity that there are no ifs in the world.

Chen Yunxi didn't think about it anymore, and walked towards the front, until he stopped in front of the cyan wine gourd.

The boy probably drank his last sip of wine here, and then really turned into countless grasses in the world.

In the snow, snow and moonlight of those lakes, there are many bright and faint points of light, which continue to fall towards the big lake.

Chen Yunxi looked down at the vast lake behind the gate of heaven, in fact, over the rippling sky and moonlight in those lakes, over those misty snow, under the lake is extremely clear, clear enough to see such a whole world, everything is like in a mirror.

Chen Yunxi, like such a teenager, stood by the lake for a long time, lowered his head, and looked at the undulating mountains and rivers in the world.

Such a white-haired sword cultivator sighed in amazement.

"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?"

Chen Yunxi picked up the wine gourd that had been abandoned in the fine snow and said softly.

"How could such a world not be like this?"

Chen Yunxi pulled out the wine stopper, raised his head and took a big sip of wine, looked up at the bright moon and snow, and said with a slight smile.

"Senior brother, and encourage him."

......

Life is like a send, and there is no gold and stone solidity in life.

......

It is better to drink fine wine and be served with vegetarian food.

......

Yu Dan stopped in front of such a small courtyard.

It's a yard in a small alley somewhere west of town.

The courtyard was empty, and nothing was left, even the cobwebs on the door were so big that it looked as if someone had broken the air in the doorway.

Although the people in the town only remembered the blacksmith who was at the reed water in the east of the town, this Heavenly Hell Northern Dispatcher still found this place sincerely.

There was a heavenly jailer with a long knife on his back who knocked on the courtyard door.

In the end, he left the place in a daze.

Yu Dan didn't know what such a knife cultivator named Ximen had seen and experienced in this courtyard.

It's just that when he pushed open the courtyard door, he did see some stoves and utensils for striking iron and forging swords, and an orange-yellow bamboo chair placed under the eaves, sharpened with a water-colored color.

Of course, there are also some sentences that seem to be idle and write in the dust of the stone steps in front of the door.

Such a person, who should have been the best blacksmith in the East China Sea at the beginning, has probably indeed disappeared from the world.

If it weren't for His Majesty's recollection.

Probably, this Heavenly Hell Northern Dispatch Envoy will not remember the story of such a best blacksmith in the East China Sea.

Naturally, not to mention the people in these small towns.

Yu Dan stood there in silence for a long time, and finally did not walk in.

I guess there is really no such blacksmith in the world.

He may be in town, or he may have gone outside town.

But all the world can know is probably only the four words of a blacksmith in the East China Sea.

Yu Dan took such a sword and left such a town in silence.

......

A real person is not me.

But how can the world be a real person?

Of course, the world can only be me.

......

The Liuqing River was coming to a halt in front of the overhang that led to the cliff.

This Lord of Heavenly Hell had to be invited here by the people of the Heavenly Engineering Division because a certain teenager insisted on going through those white qi and going to the depths to prevent some accidents.

It's just that for Liu Qinghe, this is probably a very boring thing.

So this Lord of Heaven yawns a little and sleepy.

Song Yingxin looked at Liu Qinghe with a strange expression, this was probably the first time he had seen Liu Qinghe like this.

"Why don't you look interested?"

Liu Qinghe was dressed in a black robe, leaning on a mountain rock, smiling very wistfully, and said: "Because you don't know that there are some things in the world that should be seen more recently, many people are watching, but I was called underground by you, looking at such a young man, what do you say I can be interested in?" ”

Song Yingxin asked with some confusion: "Is there anything in the world that should be seen?" ”

Liu Qinghe thought for a while, looked up at the stone dome that was lit above the mist, and said slowly: "Great world, great dusk." There are also some things that you know you can't see, but you still want to see them. ”

"If you know you can't see, why bother looking around?"

Listening to Song Yingxin's words, Liu Qinghe laughed and said softly: "If you are fourteen or fifteen years old and you hear that there are two great sword cultivators fighting in the south, will you want to go and see it?" ”

Song Yingxin thought seriously for a long time, and then said sincerely: "Probably, not only probe your brain, but also think that you should bring a few days of dry food." ”

Of course, it's not just about the fun.

It is also a kind of sustenance of the mind.

The old man looked at the young man, and probably looked at it, and his eyes were full of thinking that he was the young man.

Liu Qinghe said very melancholy: "Song Yingxin, Song Yingxin, you caused me to miss a good show in the world." ”

Song Yingxin was silent, probably a little guilty, so he turned his head and said seriously: "It's Hanguang that I've got it, I'll get you the best one." ”

Liu Qinghe leaned against the cliff and shrunk under the black robe, which probably made him more like a big ape.

"I don't want anything like that. It's too ostentatious. ”

People who like to look at white flowers probably don't like that kind of ostentatious thing.

So even if Liu Qinghe is actually very strong, but there are really few people in the world who know it, even if it was the water in the bottle at the beginning, this person who is also a big demon has never thought that Liu Qinghe is so strong.

Song Yingxin shrugged his shoulders and said, "Don't forget it." ”

Liu Qinghe just smiled and didn't say anything more, although this Lord of Heavenly Hell yawned, but for Song Yingxin's sake, he still stayed here sincerely.

The hanging road that rose in the middle of the Tiangong Division was submerged in the white air, and in fact, it was impossible to see the figure of such a young man holding an umbrella.

It's just that the two of them still looked there for a long time.

"Did the Tiangong Division figure out the problem with that umbrella?"

Liu Qinghe suddenly said such a thing.

Song Yingxin said melancholy: "No, we lack some research that seems to be very critical. ”

Liu Qinghe said softly: "If you don't understand it, forget it, maybe this is not something that the current world can understand." ”

Song Yingxin frowned and said, "What do you mean?" ”

Liu Qinghe looked up at those domes, and said with a slight smile: "The world is not going to die, there are some problems, probably there is no need to be so urgent." ”

Song Yingxin was silent for a while, looked at the Lord of Heaven and said, "I thought you would be very anxious about the story under such an umbrella. ”

Liu Qinghe said softly: "Why have we been in a hurry? ”

Probably not.

The umbrella that can be held by the teenager may not be so anxious.

Even if it's Cong Blade, even if it's Kamigawa, it's just a reminder to the young man when he wanders.

The Lord of Heaven lowered his head and said as if talking to himself: "We are not in a hurry for anything, after all, it is useless for us to be in a hurry. ”

Song Yingxin felt that he was a little foggy when he heard it.

After all, in front of such a big demon in the world, even if Song Yingxin looks older, he is actually young.

It's a pity that Liu Qinghe didn't continue to say what the urgency was.

Song Yingxin didn't continue to ask.

The two of them looked together at the mist and white light.

There are many sword lights hanging there, and it is clear that this is the place where the Heavenly Engineering Division is located, but under such a picture, it is so mysterious that it does not look like the world.

A young man with an umbrella was hanging his sword around his sword on top of those white air suspension paths, walking very vigilantly.

But in fact, the immortal qi that remained in the Tiangong Division, which even stopped Liu Qinghe, did not hurt such a young man.

Even if he had passed through the entire suspension channel, the white qi was only gentle and surrounded around him like many snow-white fish.

Nandao looked at his own Divine Sea, and many isolated islands of Divine Qi in the Divine Sea were spinning rapidly, spitting out those extremely pure air currents that overflowed the human world.

The young man couldn't help but think of the words that the emperor said to himself in the alley of the world.

Perhaps the heaven and earth roots of such a teenager are indeed far greater than everyone imagined.

So that even if he is crushed by the sword intent, in the face of such a thing, he can still breathe and operate unharmed.

Nandao looked at the scene in his divine sea in silence for a long time, and then turned his gaze to the cliff in front of him.

The cliff is not high, but it is filled with white gas, if such a cliff does not exist in the Tiangong Division, but on the shore of some green mountains and lakes, it will probably look like an ethereal fairy mountain.

It's just that the light of the lights from the world in the Tiangong Division has suppressed those ethereal meanings.

So it looks weird.

It's as weird as Qing Xiang riding a flying immortal through the windy and snowy mountains to meet that Nanchu Spirit Witch.

There is a trail that leads to a higher place.

Nandao looked at it for a long time, then raised his hand and grasped the sword beside him - I don't know why, such a sword seems to have been a little soft today.

The young man thought that it was because he had met the immortal qi of the world, but he didn't think much about it, held the parrot island, and slowly walked through the white mist to the upper level.

The end point of all the immortal qi overflowing is in the upper layer of such a cliff.

In Song Yingxin's words, the young man from the East China Sea was there, welcoming something new for the world.

The trail up the cliff is not long, and there is nothing in the way.

The boy climbed it very easily.

It was only when the boy began to walk on the top of such a cliff that he stopped there in a daze.

In the depths of the white mist, there was a lot of light, like thousands of heavenly lights falling down, but it only gathered in that place.

The stone dome of Huaidu is not broken.

The things that looked like the light of day came from the outstretched fingers of a young man on crutches and wrapped like a dumpling.

Thousands of white rays of light flowed like a galaxy at the fingertips.

It's just a teenager who is just in a daze?

When he heard the footsteps behind him, he may have thought that the young man was the master of a certain Tiangong Division.

The young man from the East China Sea who had once stepped through the gate of heaven in a dream turned his head in amazement.

"Are you a heavenly man? Master Master. ”

The young man held the umbrella and looked at the scene in a daze, and said almost subconsciously.

"Maybe."

The light on the young man's fingertips is not a galaxy, but it seems to be far better than the galaxy - it is the condensed immortal qi created by the people of the Tiangong Division.

The young man whose head had been violently chopped open may indeed have seen the light from the sky spilling from the outside of the pumpkin at this moment.