It was the middle of winter, the reckless sky abandoned the cold wind blowing in the mountains, and the temperature above the snow peak was extremely low, but fortunately, because the peak was too high, it was not covered by the mist that permeated the dense valley between the foothills, and the sunlight shone directly here, although it could not bring much real warmth, but it could bring some psychological comfort to people.

Just as the middle-aged man on the shore of the Hulan Sea guessed, there was indeed someone on the top of the snow peak where there might be no one for thousands of years, and it was a Taoist priest wearing a thin light shirt and an ebony fork stuck in his bun.

The Taoist priest looked quiet and thin, with a wooden sword behind him, quietly looking at the white clouds fluttering below the snow peak, as well as the barren fields below the white clouds, and the Hulan Sea like a white mirror.

The world from Zhishouguan is Ye Su, a few days ago between the twin peaks outside the gate of the Demon Sect, he made a bet with the world from the Demon Sect Tang, Ran Ningque and the prince of Longqing.

In the end, Ning Que won, Prince Longqing was abolished, and Yu Ru ...... He lost.

According to the unspoken but mutual understanding of the gambling contract, Ye Su can no longer join in the snatching of the Heavenly Book Ming Scroll, but this does not mean that he can't stand on the snow peak and watch this scene from afar.

He "saw" the middle-aged man on the shore of the Hulan Sea, but in fact he didn't look at the middle-aged man, because if he saw the other party, then the other party could also see him.

He came from an unknowable place outside the world, but he knew very well that there were always many real powerhouses hidden in the world, such as the middle-aged man on the shore of the Hulan Sea, for the peak powerhouse of the martial arts in the world who was close to the transcendent realm of sainthood, even if he was as strong as him, he had to maintain some respect and reserve.

Of course, if he was still the proud wooden sword boy he was more than ten years ago, he would never care about these things, but he is no longer the young self now, and his understanding of the world and himself has long been different.

It's just that he will occasionally miss the forced youth that has been gone for many years.

Seeing whose hands the Heavenly Book will fall into is one of the reasons why he appears here, but he has grown up in Zhishouguan since he was a child, and he has been reading the six volumes of Heavenly Books since he was just becoming literate, and he has lost his sense of mystery, so naturally he will not have an inexplicable awe of the Heavenly Book like mortals or those cultivators in the world, so this is not the real reason why he came here, at least not as important as the real reason.

He came here to miss the compelling youth that has been gone for many years, maybe to pay tribute to the compelling youth that has been gone for many years, or to find back the compelling youth that has been gone for many years, and those youths are called pride.

Ye Su silently turned around and looked at a waterhole somewhere in the mountains.

The surface of the waterhole is positive, and there may be hot water gushing out at the bottom of the small pool, so it has not been frozen for a few days, but after all, it can't help the cold wind, and there is still a thin layer of ice on the surface of the waterhole.

Maybe it was many days ago, maybe it was the moment before, the thin ice on the surface of the small pool broke a small hole, and even he couldn't be sure when the thin ice broke.

But he could confirm that the shape of the breach in the ice of the waterhole was peculiar, like the marks left by a wooden scoop.

Fourteen years ago, he had seen a wooden scoop, and he could never forget it.

Fourteen years ago, the most mysterious scroll of the Seven Heavenly Books, showed an extremely important sign, but the Guanzhong Daoist who was in charge of guarding the Heavenly Books remained absolutely silent about it.

The great priest of the Xiling Temple entered the book of heaven and did not say much.

However, no one expected that the Great Priest of Light, Wei Guangming, would take half a step towards the divine realm of the Apocalypse at this time, and those deep and pure eyes saw the shadow of the night descending on the world.

The world of the three sects of Taoism, Buddha and Demon walked together in the wasteland.

The three people who walked in the world were still three teenagers, and they gathered under a small tree, looked at the ants in silence for a long time, and then they looked at the black line for a long time, and finally they left.

At that time, Ye Su, the successor of Zhishouguan, was very proud and confident.

He denounced Tang as an evil demon, disdained the Seven Thoughts as an outer way, and cut the small tree into fifty-three thousand three hundred and thirty-three pieces with a single sword, and then recited a Taoist verse that he was most satisfied with so far.

He did not know that at the end of the night, on the side of the black line where they did not dare to cross a step, there was a scholar in straw sandals and a torn jacket, who had been sitting calmly by a small pond, holding a book in his hand and reading happily, with a wooden ladle hanging from his waist, and drinking a spoonful of water when he was hungry and thirsty.

After that, he traveled around the world, surveyed the dead pass, went to the South China Sea, and excitedly reported to his master

The Taoist man in green clothes on the reef looked at him and smiled pityingly.

Only then did he know that there had been a person sitting on the other end of the black line that day.

So he couldn't be as proud and confident as before.

Many years later, after experiencing the prosperity of the world, he successfully saw through many things, so he returned to his body confidently and naturally, but the youth and pride of the year were gone.

He had always regretted that he had not had the opportunity to ask the man on the other side of the line for advice.

To this day, it seems that he finally has a chance.

So there is obviously no one on the shore of the small pool.

Standing on the top of the snow peak, he looked at the waterhole on the mountainside seriously, whether it was the ebony fork between the buns or the thin light shirt on his body, he didn't move at all in the cold wind, just like his quiet Dao heart at this time.

There are people on the shore of the Hulan Sea outside the snow-capped mountains.

The middle-aged man looked at the shore of the lake in front of him, and suddenly stopped, and then he took off the hat he had worn for many days, revealing his face, he looked at the reckless mountains in the distance, the eyebrows that were as thick as ink silkworms frowned slightly, and the lips that were as red as thick blood were slightly curled, revealing a smile with complicated meanings.

In the cold wind, he walked again, from the lake ice to the solid land, his burly and solid body as steel, completely ignoring the strong wind of the wasteland, and walking north with a murderous intent.

He didn't walk very fast, even slowly, and every time his footsteps fell, he didn't see how hard he could sink into the frozen wasteland ground, leaving a deep footprint.

Walking away from the shore of the Hulan Sea and walking towards the foothills of the Tianqi Mountain to the north, as time passed, the murderous aura on the middle-aged man's body gradually disappeared, and the footprints left behind him became shallower and shallower, until there was no trace at all.

He didn't naturally merge himself with heaven and earth like those great cultivators in the world who knew the destiny of heaven, because what he cultivated was never the Dao, and he used terrifying mental power to completely isolate his body consciousness from heaven and earth, as if he had turned himself into a stone, and if he closed his eyes, he couldn't feel his existence at all.

However, the small waterhole on the mountainside, which had been quiet for a long time, suddenly moved.

There was a faint commotion on the shore of the waterhole.

These sounds are like the sound of wooden scoops of water, and like the sound of the wind blowing leaves.

It's like the sound of a hand slowly closing the pages of a book.

"I heard that you are enlightened at the age of thirteen, and you are not confused at the age of thirty, and then you will be enlightened in three months, and you will know your fate within one day. ”

"I heard that you climbed the mountain day by day for seventeen years, but there was no hindrance. ”

"I heard that when you first climbed the mountain behind the academy, you saw four mansions outside the chaimen"

Those four words are benevolent and happy. ”

"That's why you've loved to be close to Qingxi Pond all your life. ”

Today, it seems, is so. ”

Ye Su listened to the soft sound coming from the small pool on the far mountainside, silently thought about these words in his heart, and then let out a very lonely and satisfied sigh, smiled and took a step towards the edge of the snow peak.

As he took this step, the thin wooden sword behind him floated into the air, humming.

Suddenly, the sun in the sky seemed to become brighter.

Tens of thousands of rays of light shone on the wooden sword, making the thin sword body glow golden.

An extremely pure sword intent, like a condensed beam of light, emanated from the top of the snow peak, calmly and powerfully, ignoring any spatial distance, and descended to the small waterhole thousands of feet away in an instant!

Such a miraculous Dao method has already stood at the highest point in the world, at the top of the realm of knowing fate, although it has not yet broken through the realm, but there is only a very thin line left from the realm of the apocalypse.

With such a powerful Dao sword, how many times can the world see it?

When that pure sword intent descended on the small pool on the mountainside, the thin ice on the water instantly became even more solidified, and even the extremely small opening froze at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The rumbling voices had long since died down, and a soft snort sounded somewhere by the pool, as if there was some surprise.

However, the person who evoked the soft voice reacted a little slowly, and the speed of opening his lips was very slow, so this soft voice felt deliberately dragged out a lot, long and long, babbling, just like the call of the protagonist of the opera when he appeared on the stage.

The middle-aged man at the foot of the mountain frowned slightly, at this time, of course he sensed that sword intent, he didn't know where that sword intent stabbed, but he also vaguely guessed who it would be who would be the person who dedicates his life to cultivating to stab a sword.

On this wasteland, he has already cast countless eyeliners, and he did not hesitate to mobilize the helpers in the military department, obviously that person appeared in Bihu outside Weicheng a few days ago, why did he suddenly come here?

But he didn't hesitate, as the peak powerhouse in the world, he could faintly sense his luck, knowing that this was a great opportunity for him, and he had his own pride, so he ignored the encounter in Xuefeng, which no one knew, but was destined to shock the world, and walked towards the exit of the valley with a solemn expression.

The valley was still filled with a thin mist, obscuring the smooth and steep stone walls cut by knives and axes, and the sound of approaching footsteps, but it could not hide the young men inside forever.

In the snow peak, Ye Su, the heir of Zhishouguan, finally met the scholar on the other side of the line, and under the snow peak, the middle-aged man thought that he would soon meet the heavenly book, compared to this, it was worth waiting for a long time.

Whether it's fourteen years.

Or for life.

(To be continued)