Zhuang Baiyi is actually not hidden.

It was in the heavy snow to the north of Jidu.

It's a pity that maybe the dream of the young Hulu is not real.

There is not a peach forest here, and there is no sword cultivator who has been hidden for many years in the depths of the peach forest.

It's just a snowfield, and the edge of the snowfield is a high hill bathed in magnificent skylight, like a green hill or a fortress.

Zhuang Baiyi was there, sitting in front of a pile of flames, caressing the black sword named Ruyuan as if he were caressing a naked lover.

Jiang Zhuyu didn't come to him again, but Li Shi did.

Before that Taoist went to the Youhuang Mountain Range to find Xie Cangsheng to say something, he had come to the extreme north of Luming and had seen this sword cultivator.

Compared with others, these two are probably old acquaintances.

When the wind rose in Daze, Zhuang Baiyi, Ye Hanzhong, and Li Shi were on that snowy mountain, looking back and forth at the world.

It's just that Ye Hanzhong has already been killed by Chen Qingshan in the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect.

The old people at the beginning, but now, there are actually not many left.

Zhuang Baiyi quietly roasted the fire, looking at the sword in his hand, when Li Shi came, this sword cultivator had said this to him.

"You know."

This black-robed sword cultivator was walking in the snow at that time, and the Taoist from the south was beside him.

"My realm is only nine stacks, even if I really prepare a sword seriously, I may not really be able to shake Master Jiaolu."

Li Shi just looked at Zhuang Baiyi with a slight smile and asked, "What is your best sword?" ”

Zhuang Baiyi thought about it while holding the sword, and said softly: "It's probably Yun Poyue or Suo Qingqiu." ”

The Taoist stopped in the snow and turned his head to look at the snow on his shoulders - the Taoist was strong and strong, and he was hot in the wind and snow, so there was not much snow on his shoulders, but the weight was still there.

Li Shi didn't know if his steps were heavier because of the snow on his shoulders.

Just when he turned around, the Taoist had already made a decision.

"Lock Qingqiu."

Zhuang Baiyi frowned and said, "Suo Qingqiu is a binding technique from the Dao Technique, and the lethality may not be enough. ”

"Yun Poyue is indeed more aggressive, but didn't you say it yourself, isn't your realm plus being injured enough to inflict fatal damage on the master?" Li Shi chuckled softly.

Zhuang Baiyi also stopped and looked at Li Shi for a long time.

The latter restrained his smile and said very calmly, "I will go and borrow a sword for you." ”

Zhuang Baiyi raised his eyebrows and said, "Where can I borrow it?" ”

Li Shi turned around and left in the snow.

"Lingnan."

.......

The snow in Luming was indeed unexpected.

Even when he was in the Youhuang Mountain Range, when Zhuang Baiyi was lying in the wind and snow waiting for Qing Xiang, he had never been so cold.

Of course, it may also be because this injured sword cultivator is not at his peak.

Fortunately, he is a demon clan, if it is a sword cultivation in the world, in this, it is inevitable that the qi and blood will stagnate.

Innate demon power, of course, is the biggest difference between the demon clan and the world.

The black-robed sword cultivator who has been stalking the sword for a long time is quite strong.

After all, even if he is already an old monster compared to the world, but in the longevity of the demon clan, Zhuang Baiyi may not be a young and strong person.

Zhuang Baiyi raised his head and looked at the sky above his head.

There is wind and snow on his head, and it is also the light of the sky mixed with thousands of colors, Zhuang Baiyi doesn't know if the Dao Sage has been here back then, and whether he has made any interpretation of this magnificent and dreamy heavenly dome in the "Supplement to the Human World".

So he didn't make any sense, just sighed and really looked good.

It seems that there is a crater farther north in Luming, and all kinds of colors gush out of it like a light stream, and fall all over this world.

Zhuang Baiyi wanted to go and see if there really was such a crater in the western pole of the world.

There may still be plenty of time, so this sword cultivator put away his sword and stepped on the fire—of course, maybe this was an unnecessary act, after all, in such a snowstorm, once the sword intent barrier disappeared, such a fire would soon be extinguished by heavy snow.

But Zhuang Baiyi is just doing bad things, not a person with a bad nature.

Therefore, he still stepped on the fire seriously, and took a step towards the western pole with his sword.

.......

The land of the West Pole is probably called the Pole precisely because it is inaccessible.

Just like the 490,000 li in the East China Sea, is there really only 490,000 li outside the East China Sea?

This is not an exact number, the first person to say such a thing was the Sword Saint Qingyi on the Sword Grinding Cliff back then.

Maybe it was just because the object he was narrating at that time was the reason why Li was lacking, so he subconsciously used the number forty-nine.

But all in all, those are untouchable frontier lands.

At a certain moment, Zhuang Baiyi really felt the oppression brought by this boundary - he walked a long way, and at the beginning, when he looked back, he could see that such a fire was smoking in the heavy snow, gradually shrinking, until it became a small black dot.

But after that, I continued to walk forward for a long time, and when I looked back, the fire was still just a small black dot.

Zhuang Baiyi stood on those windy and snowy hills and stopped.

The canopy of the magnificent sky is still far away, and everything is like a waterfall.

Or, in the words of Buddhism, it is called dew and electricity.

But for this sword cultivator, the most genuine feeling is probably called .....

Ru Yuan.

He stopped, lowered his head, and looked at the pitch-black sword in his hand.

This is not Zhong Sweeper's White Ink Sword.

That kind of sword is actually full of brilliance, but the grooves that have been knocked down by countless strucks have hidden those sword lights.

Zhuang Baiyi's sword is really pitch black, and there is no luster at all.

It's like a deep valley, when the world looks down, there is no bottom in sight, just pitch black.

That's why it's called Ruyuan.

Go ahead and look for the place where the West Pole Sky Curtain bursts out, probably like an abyss, invisible and unknowable.

And what about turning back?

Zhuang Baiyi turned around and looked at the wind and snow.

It's probably like a deep one.

No one knows what tomorrow's story will look like.

Even those who look at fate will not know.

The world is not knowable.

It's like Zhuang Baiyi doesn't know how far he has gone.

He didn't want to test whether his sword could fly that far.

Therefore, this sword cultivator has the meaning of returning in vain, carrying the sword and going in the direction from which it came.

......

There seemed to be some residual heat in the extinguished fire.

Zhuang Baiyi stopped in front of the fire again, quietly looking at the charred firewood, black firewood and white snow, the contrast is stark, very conspicuous.

Therefore, many brilliant sword intents began to parade on the pitch-black sword, and when it spiraled upward, the same was true.

Zhuang Baiyi didn't have any superfluous movements-if it wasn't because of a whim, he wanted to find out where the edge of the world was.

This black-robed sword cultivator retracted his gaze from the pyre, looked at the magnificent sky above him for a very short time, and then fell down extremely quickly, landing on the sword of the abyss.

That kind of sword surrounded by sword intent may be very similar to the night sky in the morning light.

Flying light is sword light.

The sword light is the morning light.

Zhuang Baiyi's hand let go, and the sword of the abyss roared softly, circling at an incredible speed, and began to go upwards from Zhuang Baiyi's calf robe.

This sword cultivator raised his hand and pinched the sword technique.

As a result, an even more majestic sword intent came out from the Dao Sea like a swimming dragon, like a waterfall, hanging in this land of wind and snow.

The sword of Ruyuan flew up to the chest of this sword cultivator, and Zhuang Baiyi raised his hand to pull thousands of sword intents, and pointed on the sword.

As a result, the sword intent waterfall seemed to have found a vast sea, surging towards the top of the long sword.

It's just that it's probably still not enough.

Not strong enough, not enough to go that far, not fast enough.

So in the sound of 'Peng', a green fire appeared on the sword, and then it was like a spring breeze through the wind and snow, and ten thousand green fires were ignited on the sword body, and also ignited on Zhuang Baiyi's body.

The sword fire became more and more vigorous, and when it was extremely hot, it was as incandescent as the midsummer sun.

So the whole wind and snowman became dim in such a light.

Colors certainly need to be contrasted.

Without black, there is no white.

The world is so dark, even the dreamy and magnificent, like a waterfall-like skylight, has become dim.

So this person who lit the sword fire may indeed be very white.

It's like wearing a white dress.

But he did not covet some fame, and said complacently that I am the only light in the anointed blindness.

This sword cultivator just frowned, raised his head, crossed the wind and snow, and his gaze fell to the extreme distance of the world.

Of course, cultivators are good at listening to the wind.

Therefore, the first state of enlightenment is to smell the wind.

Some things may be invisible.

But there will naturally be clues in the wind, even if it is thousands of miles away.

Everything is ready to go.

It's just that he still has to wait for some news to come from afar.

For example, what kind of sword could Li Shi borrow from Lingnan?

Zhuang Baiyi watched quietly and listened quietly.

The long sword hovering in front of him, in the continuous accumulation, gradually began to tremble, if the world was silent.

If there was silence in the world, probably this sword cultivator could still hear some very light but clear enough crashing sounds from inside the sword body.

This sword has been with him for more than 400 years, and it has also been refined and cultivated for more than 400 years.

It's just that it's probably still not a famous sword in the world.

After all, his realm is not at the top of the list.

If he had been given a sword from Sword Lake, nothing like this would have happened.

This sword cultivator had been waiting for a long time, and finally at a certain moment, his face turned pale, and some blood fell from his ears.

Zhuang Baiyi's face had a very distinct stunned look on his face at that moment.

"So you borrowed such a sword."

The sword cultivator muttered softly to himself.

It's full of puzzlement.

"But how could Lingnan have such a sword?"

Of course, this is something that I can't figure out.

I just can't figure it out.

The arrow had to be fired.

It's the same with swords.

In the midst of the wind and snow, a sword flew away.

Thousands of miles.

It is the pursuit of the way of sword intent.

So the white-clothed monk was in the east of Luming, and Zhuang Baiyi came here.

The most annoying part of a sword intent cultivation is that.

Thousands of miles in the world, suddenly a sword came.

Zhuang Baiyi, who gave away the sword, visibly withered to the naked eye.

It's just that this probably doesn't get in the way, as long as that one is not in front of the monk, probably everything is not in the way.

Zhuang Baiyi coughed, stretched out his fingers, and tried to light the fire.

It's just that the Ruyuan Sword has been building up for too long, and the Divine Sea Vitality of this sword cultivation has almost dried up, and a small flame suddenly appears in the wind and snow, and then suddenly extinguishes.

Zhuang Baiyi was silent for a while, did not light the sword fire again, and began to go in the direction he came.

It's just not that far has gone.

This sword cultivator almost fell.

There seemed to be a buried stone in the snow.

Zhuang Baiyi didn't care, but just stood firm and continued to take two steps forward, then stopped, turned around, and looked at the wind and snow depression for a long time.

There was a corner of cloth exposed to the snow, very stiff and gray, like a rock.

Of course, such shades are sometimes common.

For example, quilts are commonly used in the world.

Zhuang Baiyi watched quietly for a long time, walked over, and stretched out his hand to cut away the snow.

Inside was a man who had frozen hard.

Zhuang Baiyi knew him.

This person used to be a sword cultivator of the Nine Realms of the Sword Sect in the Human World, and in the entire cultivation world, the realm can be said to be high.

Later, in front of Amiji Temple, he forcibly broke through the realm and sent out a useless sword.

And then there is the world.

And then later.

He froze to death.

Zhuang Baiyi quietly looked at this junior brother he was not familiar with, and then sighed.

"What are you doing this time again?"

But no one answered.

The one who knows the answer is not in this world.

Maybe it's like what Nan Dequ said to Chen He at the time.

Who knows what tomorrow will bring?

......

When people walk in the world, there are always footprints.

Especially in the wind and snow.

Someone had seen Zhuang Baiyi before, after all, it was extremely obvious when a man in a black robe was walking in the wind and snow with a black sword in his hand.

The man told Nandequ the right direction - the footprints in the snow led there.

It's a deadly enough correctness.

Although the man also warned Nandequ, if he continued to go west, it would be a dead and silent place with no people.

But Nandequ, wrapped in a large quilt, didn't take it seriously.

After all, after decades of sword cultivation, it is sometimes difficult to correct the habitual contempt for the hardships and dangers of the world.

This former sword cultivator just asked him for a bowl of hot water, poked his head through his nose, and drank the big bowl of hot water, feeling warm all over his body, and continued to walk towards the wind and snow.

This is probably the last back left by this sword cultivator to the world.

He's certainly not a well-known sword cultivator.

When I was in Nanyi City, it was always Chen Huaifeng who was in the limelight, Zhang Xiaoyu, and Jiang Ye.

Therefore, probably the world will not remember that there was such a sword cultivator in a certain sword sect in the south in the future.

When the people of the Human Sword Sect did not enter the human world, they were probably indeed silent.

It's like water dripping into water.

It's like snow falling into the snow.