The second half of the sentence is very easy to understand, it should mean that Wu Xiangyang and his party were trapped in a place and were teased as playthings.

But the first half of the sentence "Outside the sky is not the sky" made Wu Ling unable to understand.

When I think of the phrase "outside the sky is not the sky", I can't help but think of the phrase "there is a sky outside the sky".

If the two want to be implicated, they can only take the literal meaning of the heaven, that is, there is a sky outside the sky. Interpreted literally, the phrase "outside the sky is not the sky" means that the outside of the sky is not the sky.

If the outside of the sky is not the sky, what is it?

Is it the earth?

Wu Ling thought about it for a while, but he didn't come up with what it was.

Outside the sky is not the sky!

The sky in front refers to the sky he is in, so from another angle, can it be said that in addition to this world, there is a world outside the sky?

Wu Ling was taken aback by this idea of his own.

If this is the case, "Heaven is not heaven, we are all caged birds, and we are all other people's playthings." That's easy to explain. It can be explained that there is a world outside the sky, and our world is just a cage, and people are caged birds, playthings of people in the outer world.

"Is that really the case?"

Wu Ling opened his eyes, opened the car window, and looked at the bright starry sky in the sky.

From what he knows so far, the truth seems to be more biased towards this explanation.

Because in this world, except for the thirteen countries of Kyushu, there is no record of any other places. For example, no one knows what is beyond the mountains on the border of the thirteen countries of Kyushu.

There used to be many adventurous people who went into the mountains to find out, but they never returned.

Moreover, it is the surname of the thirteen countries of Kyushu.

Among them, Wu, Zhao, and Zhou, these three surnames, account for 70 percent of the thirteen countries of Kyushu.

Wu Ling once read a book called "Hundred Family Names" in the book pavilion of King Wu's Mansion.

The book says that there are the most people with the surnames Wang, Li, and Zhang.

This statement is completely different from the current situation of the Thirteen Kingdoms of Kyushu.

As far as Wu Ling knows, since ancient times, Wu, Zhao, and Zhou have always been the three most populous surnames in Kyushu. The people with the surnames Wu, Zhao, and Wednesday combined, have not been under half of the population of Kyushu.

At the same time, in the book "Hundred Family Names", many surnames recorded have not appeared in Kyushu. And the surnames that have appeared in Kyushu so far, combined, do not have a hundred.

Wu Ling has always wondered if "Hundred Family Names" is a book made up by others at will.

In retrospect, he seemed wrong.

If the thirteen kingdoms of Kyushu are a cage-like world, everything can be explained.

The mountains outside the thirteen countries of Kyushu are like the iron bars of a cage, isolating the people of the thirteen countries of Kyushu, making it impossible for people to escape from the thirteen countries of Kyushu, and "Hundred Family Names" is the surname genealogy of the outer world.

Although Wu Ling didn't want that to be the case either.

If this is the case, then he and everyone in the thirteen countries of Kyushu are really caged birds, and they may even be other people's playthings.

Thinking of this, Wu Ling's mood was complicated and heavy.

No one wants to be a caged bird, someone else's plaything.

Who can treat the people of a world as playthings and imprison them?

Immortal?

Wu Ling couldn't imagine.

Is there really an immortal in this world? If so, why do you imprison the people of the thirteen countries of Kyushu?

Wu Ling looked at the starry sky in the sky and lost his mind for a while.

At this moment, when he looks at the starry sky, will he be like a frog at the bottom of a well?

After a long time, Wu Ling took a deep breath, withdrew his gaze from the car window, and then looked at his sword, and gently stroked his fingertips a few times.

What the truth is, he can't change it now.

All he can do now is change himself first.

The cage will never trap the strong.

After figuring it out, Wu Ling slowly closed his eyes and began to rest.

I don't know how long it took, Xu Shan's voice mixed with the sound of rain woke Wu Ling up from his sleep.

Wu Ling said suspiciously, "Brother Xu, what's wrong?"

Xu Shan's hair had been wet by the rain and stuck to his face, looking a little embarrassed, "Childe, the rain is really too heavy, there is a ruined temple in front, should we go in to take shelter from the rain?"

The sound of rain outside, lapping on the dome on the roof of the car, crackled.

Rainwater has seeped in through the cracks in the car windows.

Wu Ling rubbed his eyebrows, allowing himself to refresh himself from his sleepiness. He didn't expect the starry sky to suddenly start raining.

It's a bit unlike the weather in early autumn in Wuguo.

Wu Ling glanced at the lantern's candle, and only a small section was palm-thick.

From the time he closed his eyes to now, more than half an hour should have passed.

This means that they have only walked twenty miles from Wucheng from Wucheng. For him, the sooner he stayed away from Wucheng, the better. If people know that he has left the Martial King's Mansion, this road is enough for people to find him quickly. But with this rain, it is obvious that it cannot go any further.

Wu Ling nodded and said, "Okay, let's go to shelter from the rain first!"

Xu Shan braved the blowing rain and drove the carriage to the ruined temple in the dark.

Wu Ling took out the baggage containing food from the spirit ring.

This move was naturally seen by Chen Dou, but Wu Ling was not worried, he still believed his mother's evaluation of Chen Dou's absolute reliability.

"Childe, it's already in front of the temple, you can come down. ”

After the carriage stopped, Xu Shan's voice came from outside.

When Wu Ling lifted the curtain and was about to go down, Chen Dou's voice also rang out.

Chen Dou said calmly: "Boy, on the way to the Hanging Mountain, I only shot three times. After three times, I'll leave. ”

Chen Dou's words made Wu Ling stop.

Now in the thirteen countries of Kyushu, there are countless people who want to kill him. If Chen Dou only made three shots, the already dangerous trip to the Hanging Mountain would be several times more dangerous.

This was completely unexpected by him.

Wu Ling suddenly felt that Chen Dou didn't seem to be so reliable.

"It looks like I have to practice my sword earlier!"

Wu Ling said secretly in his heart.

At the same time, I also understand that we must make good use of these three opportunities.

Wu Ling hesitated for a moment, but still turned around and asked Chen Dou: "Old man, what is your strength, can you tell me the truth?"

Wu Ling didn't go to bargain.

Intuition told him that bargaining would not work, and it would also leave a bad impression on Chen Dou, so it was better to let the mysterious Chen Dou penetrate so that he could meet someone Chen Dou couldn't beat and run away early.

Compared with Wu Sha, who has an elm personality, Chen Dou feels that it is better to get along with the smart Wu Ling. Although they are all the same trouble-saving and saliva saving, Wu Sha's silent personality can make people half dead.

Chen Dou smiled: "I made a move, it is more than enough to protect your life." ”

This is not Chen Dou's big words.

The people in this world who can block his one and a half moves, as far as the current point of view, are no more than three.

Wu Ling bowed slightly, "Then I'll bother the old man from now on!"

Wu Ling hung the burden on his body, picked up his sword and turned around and walked out of the carriage.

It's just that the moment he came out, the careful Wuling suddenly found that there was a fire in the broken temple.

"Is there anyone in the temple?"

Wu Ling couldn't help but think of such an idea.

The rain outside was so heavy that Wu Ling couldn't think much about it, so he quickly jumped out of the car and ran under the eaves of the ruined temple.

The moment he stepped into the temple, Wu Ling suddenly heard a rhythmic sound of grinding weapons in his ears.

Wu Ling was instantly attracted by this voice.

The whole world at this moment, it seems that only this voice is left.

Sharpening the sword and healing to stop bleeding are essential skills for a true swordsman. If the sword is used more, it will slowly become dull, and learning to sharpen the sword can keep the sword in the sharpest state, giving people a fatal blow, so that people will not regret because of the flaws of the weapon, and heal the wound to stop bleeding, and when a person is injured, it can save a person's life.

Every once in a while, the Wuwang Mansion will invite a special swordsmith to teach the children of the Wuwang Mansion how to polish their weapons.

Wuling has been to listen to it.

The sound of polishing in the temple is the same as that of the original swordsmith, the rhythm is calm and powerful, and the exhalation and breathing are closely connected with the push and pull during the polishing. Just by listening to the voice, you know that the person inside is a person who understands weapons.

It can be seen through the shadows on the ground in the doorway.

The weapon that the man inside sharpened was the sword.

The third watch sharpened his sword in the middle of the night, most likely because he was in a hurry to kill, or he was being chased by an enemy who couldn't deal with it. Rather than fighting and killing, Wu Ling hopes that the people inside are another point in addition to the two, sharpening his sword because he can't sleep.

People who often can't sleep are more lonely.

Except, of course, for those who toss and turn and can't fall asleep because of this.

Lonely people are more reticent and easy to talk to.

Xu Shan whispered beside Wuling: "Childe, there is a master in the temple, let's be careful." ”

Wu Ling nodded, and he noticed that Xu Shan had already taken off the sword hanging on his waist and held it tightly in his hand.

Xu Shan's sword is a short sword.

This probably had something to do with his work as a coachman, because the dagger was easy to carry and easy to drive.

Seeing that Chen Dou did not get down in the carriage, Wu Ling shouted, "Old man, do you plan to spend the night in the carriage or go to the temple." ”

Wu Ling deliberately raised his voice.

It was not to deliberately remind Chen Dou, but to let the people inside notice the arrival of their group and avoid unnecessary trouble caused by a sudden interruption. Wu Ling has heard a lot of disputes caused by sudden disturbances when he is away from home.

Chen Dou's voice sounded in the rain, "I'm in the carriage, you can go with confidence!"

Wu Ling said to Xu Shan on the side: "Let's go in!"

The people inside were not distracted by the movement caused by Wuling and his party outside, and they were still sharpening their swords very rhythmically.

"What kind of person will it be?"

Wu Ling came to the door cautiously with curiosity.

When I looked at it, I saw that the first thing that caught my eye was a pile of extremely vigorous fire, and the entire ruined temple was brightened by the firelight as if it were day, and the spider silk in the corner of the house was clearly visible.

There is only one person in the temple.

He knelt on one knee between the campfire and the temple gate, sharpening his sword earnestly. It can be seen that the leg he is standing on, and under his feet in straw sandals is stepping on a palm-sized grinding stone. Looking at the traces of grinding on the grinding stone, it should be the first time to use it, probably picked up by the temple.

From this, it can be seen that the person who sharpens the sword does not sharpen the sword without sleeping.

If you want to sharpen the sword without damaging the sword, a good sharpening sword is essential. But anyone who has a little experience will not sharpen his sword with a grinding stone that has not been used once, because it will damage the blade.

Only those who are in a hurry to kill people will not care about this.

Wu Ling's gaze rested on the person who sharpened the sword.

This man turned out to be a young man about his age.

The boy's hair was scattered, and through the only gap, an extremely ordinary side face could be seen, but other than that, the boy's dress was also very ordinary, the clothes were a light gray linen clothes, covered with large stains and small drops.

If it were an ordinary person, most people would think that the boy was a beggar.

But Wu Ling didn't think so.

He could see what the dark brown stain was.

If nothing else, it should be human blood.

The two of them stopped at the door, while the young man was still sharpening his sword, and for a while, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Wu Ling held his sword and arched his hand and said: "This friend, it's raining heavily outside, let's go into the temple to avoid the rain, please don't mind if you disturb it!"

The boy didn't speak, still keeping his head down and sharpening his sword.

The boy's sword is a sword with a small blade, an ordinary style, and it doesn't look like a good sword. The young man's enemy should be very powerful, otherwise he wouldn't have sharpened his sword in the middle of the night, and he sharpened it so seriously that he didn't hear it, and he didn't reply a word.

Seeing this, Wu Ling didn't say anything more, didn't bother the young man, and walked towards the place where there was no rain in the broken temple.

Since it is a broken temple, it has a share.

I have apologized for disturbing people, and as for whether to enter the temple or not, it is not a matter of people, but of the Buddha.

After finding a place to sit down, Wu Ling took out some food from his baggage and handed it to Xu Shan, "Brother Xu, let's eat something first!"

Xu Shan took the thing and thanked, "Thank you, Childe!"

While eating, Wu Ling kept an eye on it.

Although he felt that the boy was unlikely to be the killer who came to hunt him down, Wu Ling still didn't dare to be careless.

If you are not afraid of 10,000, you are afraid of what happens.

I don't know if it was because I smelled the fragrance of the food, or if the sword was sharpened, the sound of the sword grinding in the temple stopped abruptly, which made the two of them stop chewing, and their eyes looked at the young man who was sharpening the sword.

The boy grabbed a handful of straw from the ground, pinched it on the sword, and wiped the sword back and forth several times.

Straw obviously couldn't wipe the sword clean.

After wiping, stains still remained on the sword.

The boy didn't care about this, he held the sword in front of him, stretched out his thumb and scratched it lightly on the blade to test whether the sword was as sharp as he wanted.

After only two blows back and forth, the boy inserted the sword into the scabbard that was stuck diagonally into the ground.

Presumably the sharpness of the sword, which has already met his requirements.

At the moment when the sword was unsheathed, the boy stood up with his sword in hand.

The wind came in and made the bonfires rattle, sparks flew everywhere, and the straw on the ground rolled in the wind on both sides of the door.

The hair in front of the boy's face was blown up by the wind.

It was also at this time that the young man's head, which had been lowered, suddenly raised and looked at the two of them.