Gu Shijian finally left, and when he left, night had just fallen, and it was raining lightly.

Maybe for him, coming here is just to tie himself up, to say goodbye to his soul, after so many years of lonely practice, there are few things in this world that he can't let go.

Although Shengxuan City is regarded as the most important foothold in his life, but here, except for the "Zhongyi Hall" of the "Jusan Inn", and very few people, there is really nothing worthy of his nostalgia.

And what he is nostalgic for is not material, but the human heart, and the entire Shengxuan City can no longer find what he cares about, so he has to leave.

Therefore, when there is less shackles in his heart, he walks very freely and naturally, without any pretension, he knows very well in his heart that he has his own mission, not only for the face of the hundred miles of wind, but also for the regret in his heart, he will leave sooner or later, and he has to leave.

It's just that the emergence of a hundred miles of wind has made this situation slightly ahead of the schedule.

Soon, his back was drowned in the twilight crowd, and he drifted away with the rolling flow of people.

In front of the window of the "Zhongyi Hall".

Zhan Bai and Yu Jiang stood upright, quietly watching him leave, until Gu Shijian's back completely disappeared from the sight of the two, and they came back to their senses! .

"He's really changed. ”

Zhan Bai didn't look back, his vision was full of dim and low twilight, a drizzling rain, a hurried crowd of people, and street lamps that were gradually lighting up in the distance.

"It's changed, after all, after decades of dark life, I'm afraid it's hard to stay the same. ”

Yu Jiang nodded, looking at the bustling crowd on the street and sighing.

Zhan Bai reached out and touched his chin, "Perhaps, he really came out?"

If Gu Shijian was a sword in the past, then at this moment, he had already found the scabbard that belonged to him, and Zhanbai felt that he couldn't understand him at all.

Yu Jiang frowned slightly, "But it's possible!"

Immediately, he shook his head again, "No, it must have come out, it seems that what Childe said at the beginning is very likely to come true." ”

"Childe is clever, how could it be wrong?"

When mentioning the legendary figure of Shengxuan City, Zhan Bai and Yu Jiang's eyes actually flashed with a blazing light, making people dare not look directly.

A corner of the city of Shengxuan.

Xiaoxin Building.

Hundred miles of Changfeng and Erjiu old monks were on the third floor of Xiaoxin Building in the twilight drizzle, looking at the railing.

From their point of view, as far as the eye can see, they can take in most of the scenery of Shengxuan City. For example, in the distance, like the midnight king, gradually closing in the ink, and in the distance, like the child-like mischievous drizzle that pats slowly against the eaves of the streets, and like the pedestrian in between, struggling to survive in the slits, he is in a hurry and embarrassed.

There is a lot of sunset, you have it all.

Hanging behind them was the big bell called "Dawn", the body of the bell was red, purple and red, dazzling. Although this bronze bell has been shelved here for many years, except for those who know the inside story, others don't know what the meaning of "urging dawn" is. There are even many self-righteous guys, according to their own understanding of urging the dawn to come, and even do not hesitate to weave a beautiful story, saying that the person who set the bell did not like the darkness of the night, so he named this big bell "Dawn", in the hope that the darkness would pass as soon as possible and the morning dawn would come soon.

What's even more ironic is that most people actually believe it to be true, and most of the fools in the world only admit death.

In fact, only Baili Changfeng knows best, the meaning of "urging dawn" is not here, the reason why Nie Chengfeng named it this in the first place is actually just hoping that Gu Shijian can break free from the shackles of his inner demons as soon as possible and restore his true self, that's all.

And "Urging Dawn" is just a piece of artifact that has been implanted with the secret technique of Buddhism's "Pure Heart Mantra", which can clear the mind and calm the mind, go to annoyance and stop evil, and help Gu Shijian suppress the demons in his heart.

Occasionally, a breeze blows, and you can hear the whimpering sound of a small fly, faintly coming from the mouth of the bell, as if the world is indignant.

"Dawn" hangs here alone all year round, the wind and rain do not wither, and the sun is not grateful.

In the twilight, the figures of the two were slightly depressed.

"He really went there for the first time!"

The old monk looked at the hundred-mile wind beside him, and sighed faintly, and the pillar in his hand was his perennial broken broom.

Baili Changfeng elbowed the railing with both hands, his eyes were a little confused, and he quietly looked at the direction of the "Jusan Inn" opposite Xiaoxinlou, "There is a knot in his heart, and he needs to untie it himself." ”

The voice is flat, not sad or happy.

The old monk nodded, and his eyes followed the line of sight of the hundred miles of Changfeng, "This is indeed his character." ”

As far as the eye can see, the outline of the roof of the "Jusan Inn" is vaguely visible in the rain and twilight.

Baili Changfeng was silent for a while, "What about you? Maybe it's soon, right?"

He still didn't look back, and his voice was still calm, because he knew very well in his heart that now, Yuan Sheng's mission was completed.

Hearing this, the old monk also elbowed his hand to the railing and maintained the same posture as him, "Soon, since the meaning of staying has been lost, it is time to leave." ”

He knows what the hundred miles of wind refers to, the reason why he stayed in Shengxuan City, and even tied himself to Xiaoxinlou for so many years, is because he also has the ties and missions that he has given himself, but now that the ties have disappeared and the mission has stopped, what is the point of staying?

Baili Changfeng lowered his head and sighed, and asked, "When are you going to leave?"

There is no banquet in the world that will not be dispersed, and he has long understood its meaning, but every time he gathers and disperses, it is inevitable to worry about relatives.

The old monk thought for a moment and said, "It's better to be right now!"

Baili Changfeng raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, "In such a hurry?"

The old monk looked up at the somewhat dim and gloomy twilight, and said with a smile: "This sky is just right for parting!"

As he spoke, he straightened up and lightly placed one palm on the broom handle in his hand, only to see the grass ears on the broom falling, and in an instant, the grass ears fell to the ground, and the original dilapidated broom was only a bare handle. The old monk picked it up and gently touched it with his hand, and suddenly, a golden light flashed, and the originally unpretentious broom turned into a brilliant golden scepter.

In other words, it was originally a golden scepter, but it was always used as a broom by the old monk. The two ends of the golden scepter are in the shape of a lotus seat, the height of the scepter is four feet five, the old monk just holds it in one hand, and it is densely engraved with scriptures.

Baili Changfeng also straightened up, glanced at the golden scepter in the old monk's hand casually, then withdrew his gaze and nodded: "Maybe you are right!"

The old monk bowed slightly, said take care, and then turned around and walked downstairs.

Holding a golden scepter, he walked calmly and was as imposing as a rainbow.

At this moment, his figure was no longer rickety, and he was as straight as a gun.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

"Step, step, step!"

In the symphony of golden rods hitting wood and feet stepping on the pedals, the old monk strode down the Xiaoxin Tower.

Baili Changfeng didn't speak, didn't move his feet, didn't even turn around. He stood there like that, until the back of the old monk on the city wall faded away, and he moved his lips, and two almost inaudible words slipped quietly past his mouth.

"Take care!"

On the city wall, the old monk suddenly paused, smiled, and then raised his foot and walked into the distance, the golden scepter in his hand was completely used as a crutch by him.

Baili Changfeng smiled bitterly, this situation and this scene seem familiar.

Just yesterday, the old monk stood here, watching him leave with the same gaze and different mood. And just one day later, they unknowingly swapped identities, Baili Changfeng suddenly felt a little sour nose, and after many years, I don't know when I will see you again.

The world is impermanent, gradually thinking about it, going to the candlelight of the day, two lines of tears the next day, leaving a lingering fragrance in the broken moon, when can you be a classmate?