After getting on the boat, Fu Jiangnan looked at the big lake in the distance, and then looked back at the very wide sea of flowers over there, but suddenly became a little worried.

"If we leave like this, will it be a long time before we come back?"

Fu Jiangnan looked at Mu Zihua and said hesitantly.

"What if my brother wakes up?"

Mu Zihua sat at the head of the boat, holding Bai Yujing as an oar, and thought about it seriously.

This is probably not a very serious problem.

"You don't have to worry about him, many people in that little boy's town know him, as long as he is still in the town, nothing will happen."

Fu Jiangnan said thoughtfully: "Because of the mayor and Lord Tanuki? ”

Mu Zihua nodded.

Fu Jiangnan became even more worried.

"Then senior brother, what should he do if he is about to run out of town?"

"I think he's collapsed."

Mu Zihua said.

Fu Jiangnan was stunned.

"What do you mean?"

"It means that even if he wakes up, he shouldn't have the strength to run out of town."

Fu Jiangnan was silent for a while, then looked over there, and said worriedly: "I hope so." ”

The boat sailed slowly on the increasingly vast lake.

Those swords that were driven by Bai Yujing and turned into a sword and slashed out still haven't come back, and it may take some time.

So the lake is lonely, just carrying the reflection of the many cloudy cliffs that stand in the middle.

Fu Jiangnan sat on the side of the boat in amazement, looking down at the edge of the boat, he really hadn't seen such a scene.

A big lake that grows?

It's all a little unrealistically close to a dream.

"There's a snowy mountain I haven't seen for a long time."

Mu Zihua held the boat while looking up in a certain direction of the big lake.

"Of course, it's not a snowy mountain, but there is some white snow on the top of the mountain, and it looks very sloppy, like some giant standing there, shaking the snow on his shoulder, so he piled up the top of the mountain white."

Fu Jiangnan listened to Mu Zihua's words, thought for a while, and said, "But when I saw the growth of Sword Lake before, there seemed to be some snow chips flying between those cliffs. ”

Mu Zihua shook her head and said, "It's not the snow of that mountain, the snow won't disperse, and that mountain won't appear in the big lake." ”

As she spoke, the girl stopped what she was doing, and looked at it quietly, maybe she couldn't see anything, but sometimes the world really needed such a gesture.

"As the grass is said by the fireflies, when the clouds and mist disperse, we will see such a snow-capped mountain."

"Maybe the clouds will never blow away, maybe the mountains are getting farther and farther away, maybe the snow-covered top of the mountain will never be seen again, like someone who has left."

Mu Zihua let out a long breath and said softly: "But as long as we look in that direction, we will remember how the first stroke of history fell." ”

Or maybe it's more than that.

It's just something that can be said, and that's probably it.

Fu Jiangnan sat silently in the boat and finally asked that question.

"Who are you talking about when you say grass is a firefly?"

Mu Zihua turned her head to look at the young man, as if she wanted to describe such a person to him very seriously, but she didn't seem to be able to talk about it.

How should such a young man in green clothes say it to the world?

Mu Zihua was a little dazed, so she didn't describe anything in the end, just muttered to herself.

We are the first seeds sown in the world by young men dressed in blue clothes.

Maybe it will grow into rice, maybe it will grow into barnyard seeds.

Fu Jiangnan was a little foggy when he heard it, so the young man lowered his head.

The moment the young man lowered his head, he suddenly raised his head and looked towards the sky.

Mu Zihua was also taken aback by the young man's movements, pulled Bai Yujing out of the lake, held it in his hand like a stick, and stood up and watched very vigilantly.

It's a pity that on the autumn lake, there are probably only some sword intent that has not dissipated, and there are some clouds and very bright sunshine.

"He's down there."

Fu Jiangnan realized something and lowered his head again.

It's a pity that at a glance, the Taoist who saw a sword walking on the cliff at the bottom of the lake has disappeared here, and when Mu Zihua looked down, he only saw the reflection of himself and Fu Jiangnan - the reflection of the boat parade on the cliff at the bottom of the lake.

She seemed to suddenly understand why Fu Jiangnan subconsciously looked at the sky.

If there really was such a Taoist walking on the cliff under the lake, anyone who saw it would subconsciously think that he was walking in the sky above his head.

There were still some blades of grass shaking on the cliff below the lake, and there were also some blood stains, drifting away into the distance.

The two of them silently watched the scene below, and for a moment they were silent.

"Where did he go?"

Fu Jiangnan asked a little nervously.

Mu Zihua carefully observed the underwater traces, there were some footprints on those cliffs, judging from the direction of the footprints, it didn't seem to be heading in the direction of Heavenly Town.

Such a Taoist looks at this world, which is full of fog, and it is naturally impossible to guess where the town is.

In addition, when he first walked up to the cliff corner, he was injured by thousands of sword lights, and what he saw at this time was hazy.

So there is a high probability that he is scurrying around like a headless fly with a sword, and it is possible that he may not even see the boat on the lake.

It's just that Fu Jiangnan and Mu Zihua don't know these things, and the two can only conclude that the direction of the Taoist is not a small town.

But the Taoist is not aware of where he is going.

But since you have met, you can always follow the traces.

The two switched places.

Mu Zihua stood at the bow of the boat with Bai Yujing in her hands, while Fu Jiangnan sat in the middle of the boat, spread her arms, and made oars with her hands, rowing the boat left and right.

The color of blood grew fainter and lighter at the bottom of the lake, and the two of them followed the bloodstains all the way.

......

Lu Xiaoer had indeed woken up.

After all, he just used too much force and collapsed himself, not suffering any serious injuries - Fu Jiangnan's words were indeed biased, and Li Shi did not hurt Lu Xiaoer.

After the little boy woke up, he had a headache, and he lay on the bed for a while before he sat up and looked at the Xiwu Sword in his hand, which had been shattered to the point that only one foot of the sword body remained.

Of course, there is nothing in the world that can be very powerful easily.

Whether it is the sword of the soul or the sword of the heart, there may not be any trauma to the body, but it probably has an extremely heavy burden on the sword and the inside of the person who uses it.

Lu Xiaoer silently stroked the sword, and his expression gradually became resolute.

Lifting the quilt, although he stumbled a little when he walked, the little boy still walked out.

For him, all memories were only in the twilight, and after he sent the sword, he fainted.

What happened after that, he didn't know.

Maybe you won, maybe you lose.

Maybe he is now in the Taoist temple outside the Taoist Pass.

The young man held the shuriken tightly, ready to grab the collar and stab him to death if he met the Taoist approaching.

It's a pity that until the little boy pushed open the door and saw such a small courtyard with a dazzling autumn sun, he didn't meet any Taoists.

There are many dried fruits in the yard, as well as some flower petals.

When Lu Xiaoer saw these things, he suddenly felt that his chest seemed to be a little panicked, so he reached out and took out a cake, which seemed to be the dried fruits and petals used to dry.

The little boy looked silently at the piece of bread in his arms, then let go of the sword in his hand, leaned it against the door, and then sat down on the threshold and munched on the piece of bread.

Lu Xiaoer recognized the origin of those flowers.

It's the sea of flowers outside the heavenly town.

Although the little boy didn't know why he was here, he could feel much more at ease when he came to such a place.

He wanted to go and find grass for fireflies, but his legs and feet were trembling right now, so he just ate a cake to fill his stomach.

After eating the bread and resting for a while, the little boy stood up again with his sword, slowly walked through the courtyard, walked to the gate of the courtyard, and pushed the door open.

The little boy was stunned.

Outside the door, there were people standing there, quietly looking at those human streets and alleys, looking very sighing.

"White Yujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor..... The question is, where is the twelfth floor, and where are the five cities? ”

Even if Lu Xiaoer is just a pure sword cultivator and not a scholar, he knows that whether it is the twelfth floor or the five cities, these quantifiers are just some imaginary words.

It is used to describe the scene of those towers, as if they were crowded with flowers.

It's just that the little boy didn't correct the person's sigh, but his expression became extremely complicated.

"How did the Prison Master get in?"

The man, who was extremely tall and made the young man look like a tiny person, turned around and smiled very gently.

"Of course you brought me in."

Many pictures flashed in Lu Xiaoer's mind in an instant, such as a piece of peach blossoms that had been chopped, such as some flying clothes corners, and a black-robed man who went down the mountain.

It's just that everything finally dissipated and fell on the moment when the man reached out from his divine sword.

The little boy bit his lip and said a little weakly, "I see." ”

Lu Xiaoer's sword, because of Liu Qinghe's grip, really appeared in the prototype, but it was probably at that time that the Lord of Heavenly Hell left some anchor points for positioning.

Just like the people of the Witch Ghost Dao, when they travel long distances, they often need a point, if they don't have such a point, they probably won't even know where they will be.

But even with anchors, there are some deviations sometimes.

In terms of the theory of the Dao Sage thousands of years ago, that is, there is always a trajectory that is missing a particle, which is unpredictable and unobservable.

Therefore, Liu Qinghe's black robe has very inexplicable defects in some places, and this Lord of Heaven and Hell also has some dust on his body.

Probably when the young boy was in a coma, he was also struggling to find his way.

However, Liu Qinghe didn't care about the injuries on his body, he just restrained his smile, raised his head and crossed the green eaves of those alleys, as if he wanted to look at the cliffs and lakes outside the town.

"Li Shi is also here."

Lu Xiaoer raised his head suddenly, looking at the Heavenly Hell Lord in front of him, obviously a little incredible.

"He's not dead?"

"He's a little hard to die for." Liu Qinghe said calmly. "But you don't have to worry, he's in more trouble than anyone else now."

Lu Xiaoer frowned and said, "Why?" ”

"Because he's been targeted by a lot of swords. It's a lot of trouble for me to go to something like that, let alone him. ”

Lu Xiaoer heard the meaning of Liu Qinghe's words, was silent for a while, and said slowly: "So what do I need to worry about now?" ”

Liu Qinghe smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and there was a white tail feather in his palm, which was strung by a chain that shimmered with a dark metallic luster, and the end of the chain reached into the depths of his robe.

If Prime Minister Qing is here, he probably doesn't need Liu Qinghe to say it, he can understand what this thing is.

This is the anchor point of the bow of the Great Yi, and the feather arrow shot by the machine bracket master to the world.

"The Heavenly Engineer Division has made a total of one thousand and three Great Yi Bows."

When Lu Xiaoer heard such a number, he almost stared out his eyes.

Thirteen Great Yi Bows will destroy Qing Xiang and Shanyue City together, one thousand and three, which sounds like a joke.

Of course, Liu Qinghe also understood what such a quantity meant, so he continued very calmly.

"Of course, there are only about 300 of them that carry the power of transformation and have the ability to cover the whole world."

Liu Qinghe flipped his palm, letting the tail feather fall, and then being hung by the chain in mid-air, dangling in the town wind.

"Actually, we were already prepared at the beginning, if the story of the southern goddess really can't be solved, these three hundred bows of Dayi will be aimed at the south of Yunmeng Daze - unless we have to, we don't want to do this, which means that half of the land in the world will be missing from now on."

The Lord of Heavenly Hell laughed again, looked at the little boy, and said very sincerely: "Everyone in the world knows that I Liu Qinghe has a Great Yi Bow in my hand. But what they don't know is that this one is the most core and pivotal one, if I shoot this one to the world, then the bow of the world's great Yi will be opened together. ”

Lu Xiaoer stood there in a daze.

The great ape of Huaidu, who was quietly peeking at the white flowers, flipped his hand, grabbed the tail feather in his hand, and put it in his sleeve, and then walked up the very quiet alley.

"Now that I'm here, that's what you need to worry about-"

Liu Qinghe walked leisurely while looking around.

"How can I dispel my worries, so as to cancel the targeting of all the Great Yi Bows in the world for this human world."

Lu Xiaoer was silent for a long time, looked at the back of such a black-robed man, and said softly, "Lord Prison Master..... Who exactly? ”

Liu Baiape, a well-known archer in Huaidu, stopped, looked back at this Lingnan little boy, smiled slightly, and said, "This is not something you need to think about, Lu Xiaoer. ”