Lights are a wonderful thing.

Sometimes, when you see it crowded around those houses like a flourishing mountain flower, it will be so lively that it will be noisy. Sometimes, I feel very peaceful.

When the light is bright in the world, there is often such a word in the world, which should be found in everything that is illuminated.

But the day was dim.

All the world needs to do is see an oil lamp flickering in the darkness to understand that it is the world.

The world has not talked about ghost things or ghost fire for many years.

But if it is like a plump orange falling in the distant night, it can only be the light of the world.

Qi Jingyuan also has three swords.

So of course, the first sword and the third sword are all their own.

When those lights rose around the cliff wall of the Abyss Valley, this Cong Ran Sword Cultivator held his sword and squinted his eyes at the other side of the Sword Abyss.

There are many ripe oranges in the world that break through the darkness and hang in the night after autumn dusk.

The demon clan probably thinks that the light is a wonderful thing.

They have been in the world for too long, and when they see that kind of light, they will probably have a lot of emotion in their hearts.

When they were in the Sword Abyss, many times, they stepped on the land of the Sword Abyss at such a time of day and night, and jumped to the other side of the Sword Abyss like countless moths looking for fireworks in their blindness.

Maybe there will be tonight, maybe not.

Qi Jingyuan couldn't be sure of such a thing.

Although they once tried to plant spies among the demon clans.

It's a pity that the demon clan can pretend to be like the world, but the world can't become an existence like them.

Like some ears that are pricked up, some tail that wags, a grass that grows on top of your head, or something that grows on top of your head like the umbrella cover of a mushroom.

The world does not have these things.

The eyebrows and eyes of the world are straight, the limbs are slender, and the breathing is even—from what those on the other side of the sword abyss have seen, it may still be like this.

They also become like this when they are resting.

Aesthetics, of course, is an expression of culture.

Even if the world is in the world after the resurgence of the demon clan after a thousand years, it is a pity to say that the world cannot be the same stream.

But in fact, they can still see the subtle changes that the world has for this race that cannot be ignored and indelible.

Qi Jingyuan didn't know why, but he suddenly remembered the thousand-year-old war.

He hadn't experienced it.

But at this point, he finally understood something.

The demon clan is not born isolated.

When such a demon lord a thousand years ago can say that the world is in harmony, and can say that he is a mortal rather than a hero, perhaps the demon race, which was born in the world, is itself a branch that inherits the culture of the world.

Of course, it is undeniable that the fact that the demon lord once did the ceremonial department of the Huai'an Dynasty had a non-negligible impact on this old man and even on this population.

Later, with the establishment of the Gale Dynasty, the harmony of the shemales and the like for a thousand years is certainly not useless.

If everything is according to Li Asan's thoughts, probably the demon clan in the world and the people of the world are already far apart.

How could they boil a pot of hot water and sit on a stone and watch the night sip while resting on the other side?

Qi Jingyuan stood silently in the night of Jianyuan with his sword.

This sword cultivator had been waiting for a long time, but he hadn't waited for the blood-colored voices to sound on the other side.

The night was getting darker.

The demons may strike in the middle of the night.

It's just that this is not very likely, and in the battle of Jianyuan, it has not happened a few times.

After all, they have long been accustomed to the rest of the world.

When you see the drowsiness of the world, you will also feel sleepy.

The two sides of the sword abyss fell silent in the night.

All people follow the law of sunrise and sunset, as if it were a very sacred ritual.

Qi Jingyuan watched the night moon sink in the west, slightly let go of the sword in his hand, and pushed Qi Jinyuan, who was really sleeping like a child beside him.

"It should be fine tonight, you go back and rest."

Qi Jinyuan yawned, stood up, squinted his eyes and looked at the other side of Jian Yuan for a long time, and then nodded, this sword cultivator subconsciously wanted to get his own sword.

It wasn't until I had a spare time that I woke up from my drowsy sleep.

Qi Jinyuan stood there empty-handed, and it took a long time before he lowered his hand—he had been holding the sword for decades, and suddenly his hands were empty-handed, which made him a little uncomfortable.

So this sword cultivator looked like a child who was afraid of life, his hands were hanging down, and he was at a loss.

But he turned around anyway, and didn't sigh much, just said, when you need to draw your sword, you can call me.

Qi Jingyuan nodded calmly.

......

It's a stormy night.

The sword cultivators of Jian Yuan held their swords and guarded the west of the Yuan Valley.

It's just that the demon clan didn't come.

They also appeared on the side of the valley, standing to the east, looking at each other in the night rain.

The sword abyss may have really become a river in the rain.

People stand in the rain on both sides of the river, not knowing where they should go.

Qi Jingyuan's first sword was drawn in the early morning after the rain stopped.

This sword cultivator who practiced the sword technique of going to death, the penultimate sword in his life, successfully made the demon clan who came after the rain retreat again.

It's just that the demon clan probably knows it.

The more powerful this sword cultivator's sword is.

It also means that Jian Yuan's defensive position is coming to an end more and more.

Qi Jingyuan didn't care.

He just withdrew his sword, looked at the northwest side that seemed to have been slashed by his own sword, and after looking at the green mountains that overlapped and disappeared, he estimated when the army from the Gale Dynasty would arrive.

Maybe Jian Yuan can really hold it, maybe it can't.

But just like what this sword cultivator who was not so young said in the Fake Capital Hanging Courtyard at the beginning.

Can you keep it.

The sword cultivators of Jian Yuan will stay here.

......

Yun Hu didn't expect that before the affairs of the demon clan in the south had really been settled, the people of the Tiangong Division had already appeared in Nanyi City.

The wind in the south of Huai'an subsided extremely quickly.

After the thirteen Great Yi Bows made the south dumb, everyone fell silent.

Even if Yun Hu didn't know, when he stood on the long street and looked at those officials, he couldn't help but have some respect.

In the story of Shanyue City, everyone had to admit that such a priest could indeed press half of the cultivation world.

Despite their usual robes, they walked in a hurry.

The Tenko Division didn't bring a lot of things.

Just boxes and boxes of drawings.

Yun Hu didn't know what it meant at first.

It wasn't until the master of the Tiangong Ya went to the Hanging Xue Academy in person and told Yun Hu that Yunmeng Daze's surveying and mapping and data model establishment would be handed over to the Academy of Mathematics and Physics, that this scholar realized something with some hindsight.

At the beginning, Liu Qinghe said that Huaidu would take over the matter of the Hanging Courtyard, although it has not yet been implemented - there has been no movement between the Guozijian and the lack of a gate.

However, to a certain extent, after losing the Qing Xiang and the vast majority of cultivators, as well as the Human Sword Sect behind it, it is difficult for the Hanging Xue Academy to become an independent human academy again.

Of course, they are subject to the jurisdiction and dispatch from the north.

Tiangong Yazhang Ling looked at the scholar who was in a daze, thinking that he was still struggling with the death of the prime minister, so he had a lot of problems with the Tiangong Division.

Yi was kind enough to remind: "This is an opportunity given by His Majesty to the Academy. ”

Yun Hu didn't know how to look back at the Tiangong Yazhang who was standing under the dry plum branches of the Spring Garden, was silent for a while, and said, "How is the opportunity?" ”

"It's just the prime minister who rebelled, and it has nothing to do with the academy."

Yun Hu didn't know where the courage came from, looked at the master and said calmly: "The one who rebelled is the Hanging Courtyard. Or maybe we never rebelled. ”

Tiangong Yazhang didn't want to argue about such a thing, and Tiangong didn't want to care about the messy things in the world, so he just frowned.

"So to take it or not?"

Yun Hu didn't know how to take the drawing of Yun Zhongjun from the palm order, and said calmly: "Of course I have to take it." ”

Although it originated in the south.

It's just that such a millennium academy certainly has its own strengths.

This scholar can even count the avenue, so naturally there is no reason why he can't count such a bridge in the clouds that leaps north and south.

The scholar stood there and opened the sketchy drawing in his hand, glanced at it a few times, and then said very calmly.

"Years ago, we were able to give what the Tenko Division wanted......"

Tiangong Yazhang nodded and said, "As for the funds and materials, as well as things like craftsmen, there is no need to worry about the Hanging Courtyard, Huaidu will do its best to support ......"

The two of them had already finalized a lot of things in a few words.

The last one stood at the head of the city, looking at such a vast and vast Daze.

"Daze is eight hundred miles, any data fallacy will bring extremely heavy consequences, I hope that the Hanging Yuan will not live up to His Majesty's expectations."

Tiangong Yazhang Ling said solemnly.

"If this matter comes to fruition, Mr. Yunhu should know that this may be the biggest opportunity for the Hanging Courtyard in the past thousand years."

Yun Hu stood there silently, looking at the mist in the distance.

Of course, scholars also understand this truth.

A bridge spanning hundreds of miles, if the Hanging Courtyard can really help the Tiangong Division to complete such a thing.

Regardless of whether such a academy has made the whole south bleak.

The momentum of the Hanging Courtyard will reach the peak of a thousand years.

Yun Hu didn't know how to stand there for a long time, and then said calmly: "The road of the Hanging Courtyard may be wrong. ”

"But the model of the Institute of Mathematics and Science can't be wrong."

The Heavenly Gong Yazhang didn't say anything more, turned around and left the city, of course he didn't just have a cooperation with the Hanging Courtyard.

Yun Zhongjun's scale is too large, and of course this adult still has a lot of things to prepare.

......

The sword scabbard brought by Liu Qinghe was inserted into the mountain path of the Liuyun Sword Sect.

Although it is said that the movement of the Great Yi Bow does have a great deterrent effect on such a mountain sword sect. Not to mention that the prime minister really died in the meantime.

It's just the strife in the world, and of course it can't be stopped.

The Sword Sect in this cloud and mist was indeed much quieter.

The kind of story of killing each other, so that the Tai Sui Pavilion was shattered and the green mountains were broken, did not happen again.

It's just a matter of life and death, which still exists in this Sword Sect.

After all.

After all, the Liuyun Sword Sect can give Huaidu some face, but it doesn't need to give too much.

Xu Xingcang wiped the throat of a certain Sword Pavilion senior brother with a sword, and on his white hair, there was a lot of blood, some hot, some cold.

This sword cultivator looked at the fallen corpse in silence, didn't say anything, sent the sword into the sheath, passed through the Qingshan ropeway full of sword cultivators' corpses, and headed in the direction of the mountain gate.

It was a servant of the Heavenly Works Division.

In front of him, there were many corpses in the flowing clouds, on the stone steps of those mountain paths.

There was some surprise on the official's face, but not much, just standing quietly on the mountain road.

From time to time, an overflowing sword intent passed through the clouds, brushed his robe, and fell into the distance of the clouds.

When Xu Xingcang came, this official was looking back at such an out-of-control sword intent.

This white-haired sword cultivator had to admit that he admired the courage of such an official.

"You're not afraid of being killed by sword intent on the mountain road?"

The official turned his head and looked at this blood-colored white-haired sword cultivator, first saluted, and then said, "It should be that the Sword Sect is afraid that I will be killed by the sword intent on the mountain road." ”

What the officials said was naturally extremely sincere.

The story of the Liuyun Sword Sect has been hidden under the Liuyun, and Liu Qinghe has not troubled them anymore, after all, there are some things, of course, he can't just be pressed like this, he just doesn't want the Liuyun Sword Sect to really make too much trouble.

But if this official who obviously came with some tasks on his shoulders, he died in the Liuyun Sword Sect.

That's probably another story.

Xu Xingcang was silent for a while, turned around and made a way, stretched out his hand and said, "Please." ”

The official smiled and said, "I won't go in, if something really happens inside, it will inevitably be another big mess." ”

"So my lord ......"

Of course, the officials are not called adults.

It's just that behind the officials is the Tiangong Division, even if it is not too much to call a heavenly official.

Of course, Xu Xingcang is very sincere.

Halfway through his words, he raised his hand and crossed his sword, stopping a certain sword intent, and then continued: "Why are you here? ”

The unknown official of the Tiangong Division restrained his smile, looked at Xu Xing Cangzheng and said, "The Tiangong Division needs three hundred sword cultivation. ”

Xu Xingcang frowned and said, "What do you mean?" ”

The official said softly: "The Tiangong Division will start the survey plan for the Youhuang Mountain Range, and someone needs to escort the mountaineering. ”

It is probably similar to the people of the Daomen escorting the people who survey the sea.

Although the Heavenly Division possessed some power that was enough to intimidate the cultivation world.

It's just that sometimes, of course, it is the easiest way to directly ask the cultivation world to cooperate.

What's more, the affairs of the human world, of course, also include the cultivation world.

Xu Xingcang was silent for a while, and looked back at the Sword Sect that was in the clouds.

"Why the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect?"

"If Lingnan is still there, we will go directly to Lingnan, but the south has gone through chaos, and the end of the Youhuang Mountain Range is just west of the Liuyun Mountain Range, so the Natural Liuyun Sword Sect is the most suitable."

Xu Xingcang looked at the official for a long time, and then said slowly: "What realm do you want?" ”

The official smiled slightly: "The Yellow Mountain Range carries the River Styx, of course, the higher the better. ”

Xu Xingcang didn't say anything more, pulled out his sword with a bang, turned around and walked towards the clouds.

"Your Excellency will come down the mountain and wait a little longer."

"Okay."