It's certainly good, good.

Nandao listened to the words of 'Tsing Yi'.

Everyone on earth is like a man in heaven, how can this not be regarded as a beautiful ambition?

It's just that he stood on the top of the high cliff, looking at the twilight snow of the thousand mountains, looking at the world hidden deep under the twilight and snow.

There are also thousands of desperate people.

Is this a possible thing?

So the boy just remained silent and said nothing.

'Tsing Yi' looked back at the Taoist who was kneeling with a sword on the edge of the cliff and asked him a question.

"You're going to cut me?"

The Taoist was silent, his body gradually straightened, brushed away the snow and peach blossoms, and rose up with his sword.

"Yes."

"What is it?"

"Grinding Sword Cliff."

'Tsing Yi' raised his eyebrows, and after a long time, he said slowly: "Okay." ”

Nandao looked at the two in amazement.

Le Chaotian's expression became complicated for a while.

"Senior, don't stop me?"

'Tsing Yi' turned and headed down the cliff.

"It's your business."

Only the boy and the Taoist were left on the cliff.

Nandao silently watched Le Chaotian for a long time.

Le Chaotian, Li Shanhe.

It seems that it doesn't matter which name it is anymore.

At this moment, Nandao finally understood some of the world's fears.

A big dream, a big dream.

How can you not be afraid?

The two looked at each other for a long time before Nan Dao whispered: "Senior brother, why do you want to cut the high cliff." ”

Le Chaotian listened to that sentence, and seemed to be back in the Lingnan small building.

The junior brother who was lying in the middle of the building roasting the fire and shouting to eat fish, the senior brother who was tired sitting on the porch watching the snow, and when the wind rose, the peach blossoms in the small building swayed with the wind and snow.

So the Taoist laughed softly.

It seems to be back to the time when I sat in the canyon and said very deeply that you open the door to the mountain, and I am the mountain.

"I may not become an immortal if I cut off the heart of a person, senior brother, but I ...... the heart of the world"

Le Chaotian stopped laughing and said word by word.

"I am happy to be a saint in the world."

If the green pepper is here, it is probably full of sighs.

It turns out that this Taoist, from beginning to end, has never forgotten the saying that whoever is willing to look down at the world is a saint.

Nandao looked at this sword cliff in silence, far above the clouds and mist in the high sky for the world.

"Why?"

The young man turned his head, looked at Le Chaotian, and asked very seriously: "How is Sword Cliff the heart of the world to behead me?" ”

"The world is not a person who holds the sword, but the sword is broken, and the dream is unattainable all his life, and he is ashamed when he sees it, and he goes crazy when he looks up to it, so he is greedy, he causes trouble, stirs up the storm, and the bad world, suffering arises one after another, and the turmoil does not stop. However, the people of the world still have not repented, and Daye has cast the weapon of wounding and killing, and refining the oven to become the soldiers of Jin Ge. Generations go together, and the beauty is not a word that dare not go to death. The so-called generosity, the common people are reckless, the shape is passionate, and the dog is waiting, and everyone in the world says that the road is ruthless, and it is not as good as it. And if it collapses day and night, the world will be irreversible, and such a place ....."

Le Chaotian said word by word: "Isn't it? ”

Nan Dao was silent for a long time, and said softly: "Maybe so." ”

The young man held the umbrella and silently walked down the cliff, but halfway through, he raised his head in great trepidation and looked at the blood-colored sky.

"Senior brother."

"Huh?"

"Aren't you afraid?"

"What is there to be afraid of? It's already a dream man. What else can we be afraid of? ”

......

Wang Xiaoer had already rolled down to the last step of the Sword Cliff, and the whole person was covered in blood, if it weren't for the heavy snow on the cliff steps, I was afraid that he would have died here.

When Nandao came over with an umbrella, he was still there, scolding his mother indistinctly.

"Dog.... Mother.... raise...."

"That's.... It's mine. ”

Nandao looked down at him quietly.

"It's not yours."

The boy said calmly.

This sentence once again angered the noodle shop shopkeeper.

".... Your mother. ”

Nandao just walked over calmly, and Wang Xiaoer tried to grab his trouser leg, but failed, so he could only spit angrily.

But saliva crossed an arc, passed through the boy's body, and landed in the snow.

It's like a rotten peach blossom.

Nandao paused, looking back at the young man who had tried to climb up the cliff again.

"The Grinding Sword Cliff is about to fall, and if you don't want to die, climb down."

"Haha, you're sure.... It's that you can't get it..... You want to lie to me... I didn't either, smack. ”

Wang Xiaoer smiled a little madly, as if returning to the light, suddenly stood up and staggered upward.

"I don't believe it!"

What can be done if you don't believe?

It's hard to persuade a damn ghost with good words.

The young man didn't pay any attention to him, and walked towards Zaisi Lake.

The snow in the world is heavy, the clouds and mist are gone, and the lake dug out by the boy is extraordinarily clear and carries the color of a lake at night.

'Tsing Yi' was standing by the lake.

This scene is very similar to the picture in the sea of young gods.

It's a pity that the evening breeze blows, and there is no huge peach blossom swaggering.

Nandao also stopped at the lake, quietly holding the umbrella.

It's his pain, and it's his responsibility.

"Senior, it should be the consciousness of the sword intent in my divine sea at the beginning?"

Nandao turned his head to look at the man in white beside him and asked.

"Yes."

The boy was a little stunned.

It's just that the next moment, as if he suddenly remembered something, his mind fell into the sea of gods.

The peach tree didn't know when it had died, and those thousands of isolated islands of vitality were emitting a faint light, heading towards the extremely high place of the Divine Sea Heavenly Dome.

The moon is fading into the bright moon.

And the sword intent dissipated.

Thousands of vitality, mighty like a stream, coming towards the young man's sea of gods.

The sound of the tide in the world is endless.

A must.

Thousands of waves on the shore.

It's just that I don't know if it's the East China Sea or the Shenhai Sea.

The young man came back to his senses and looked at 'Tsing Yi' quietly.

"Invincible in the world is indeed the most boring thing in the world. It's no wonder that Qing Xuanxue refused to take the road of cultivation all his life. ”

'Tsing Yi' smiled.

"Yes."

"What is it like in the sky, are the predecessors lonely in the sky?"

Nan Dao looked at Tsing Yi and asked.

'Tsing Yi' raised his eyebrows and looked thoughtfully at the sky above him.

"It was a world like an infinite starry sky, the world was far under the starry flat lake, and I broke out of the lake and stood there covered in wind and snow."

"But not alone. For I can hear the very boring and necessary quarrels of the world. ”

'Tsing Yi' said calmly.

"If there is no sound in the world, then it is really lonely."

The boy let out a long sigh.

"Then I'm not going."

'Tsing Yi' smiled softly and said, "Whatever you want." ”

The two stood quietly for a while, and there seemed to be thunder between heaven and earth.

But not thunder.

It's just a high cliff that was cut off by someone after losing the sword intent of the Sword Sect for ten years, so it fell to the East China Sea.

But not thunder.

It's just a quaint sword with some blood that burned the bones and blood of a certain emperor, falling from the heavens with raging flames.

Nandao didn't look any further, and let everything fall into the 490,000-mile deep sea.

The boy holds an umbrella to the wind and snow.

will go to the world.