The green grass is full of flowers, and the river winds through the wasteland like a silver ribbon of light, reflecting the white cloud shadows in the blue sky.

Zhi Hunt really squatted by the river, picked up a palm of clear river water, and drank from the mouth. She sprang up and down in the grass, picking colorful wildflowers, weaving them into a small wreath and wearing them on her head.

The river is constantly surging, the clouds are still in the waves, the water flow is uncertain, and the white clouds are suspended silently. One movement and one stillness, movement and stillness are appropriate. One is real and one is virtual, and it is difficult to distinguish between virtual and real. Zhi Hunt Zhen looked down at the water and clouds, and after looking at it for a long time, he actually touched a trace of mysterious sword theory, and couldn't help but be leisurely in his mind.

"Little handsome guy, look here!" Meng Meng ran over with a cigarette, put his middle finger and thumb into a small square frame in front of him, and shouted at the young man: "Click!"

Zhi Hunt Zhen was interrupted from his thoughts, raised his head, and said unhappily, "What are you doing here?"

Meng Meng da's eyes widened: "Well, this is an esoteric handprint technique, which can keep this moment of time, a bit like painting." ”

Zhi Kari Shin glanced at her suspiciously, and for several days he was in a hurry, and he was roughly familiar with the nature of this monkey spirit, and he loved to make astonishing words, which sounded like a bunch of nonsense, and seemed to be well-founded. Zhi Hunt Zhen pondered for a moment and asked: "Time is like this surging river, flowing forward endlessly, 'this moment' is fleeting, how can it be regarded as 'this moment'?

"What counts? Where are these weird words?" Meng Meng rolled her eyes, "You saw it, remembered it, and this moment will remain in your heart." ”

Zhijia was really shocked, and at this moment and that moment when the river was rushing, what did it have to do with the clouds and shadows? Just as time flies, what does it have to do with one's own heart? The white clouds are empty in the water, and they are really in the sky. The human body is limited to time and can only go with the flow, but the mind is not limited to this.

In a trance, a river disappears in the field of vision, leaving only the white clouds, which become a moment of its own.

Meng Meng saw that the young man suddenly turned into a mud puppet, motionless, looking demented, and couldn't help but reach out and shake it in front of him. Seeing that he didn't react, he quietly put the wreath on Zhi Kari's head, and his claws poked down.

The sword light lit up, like the Milky Way rushing, rolling past Meng Mengda's body. "Here you go again!" she screamed, only to find that the young man's sword was hanging low, as quiet as rotten wood, and had never moved, and the sword light just now seemed to be just an illusion.

"Let the flowing water come and go, and the cloud shadow will not move. Zhi Hunt really let out a clear roar, and the few remnants of the sun and moon sword qi in his body were like flowing water, and there was nothing left in an instant. On the other hand, in the sea of knowledge, the shadow of the sword of harmony suddenly shook, and the light shone brightly, emitting a trace of the sound of heaven that is as if there is nothing, and it is mysterious and mysterious.

The sound of the sword first started in the sea of knowledge, and then reverberated in a curling way, and then it ran through the flesh, swirling and intertwining, from the meridians and blood veins all over the branch hunting true devastation, until the entire carp body......

Zhi Hunt's body trembled involuntarily, and there was a strange itch all over his body. As if a wildfire burned out, the spring breeze reborn, and bits and pieces of sword qi sprouted like grass seeds, breaking through the ground one after another, constantly growing, faintly giving birth to a tendency to extend to the surroundings and collude with each other.

Zhi Hunt was really shocked, this was not any sword qi, but a trace of new meridian blood vessels! They were crystal clear in color, slender and sharp, just like a clear and clear sword qi.

This is a sign that the sword fetus is about to be knotted! Zhi Hunt really suddenly realized that with the sun and the moon, it must go through the road of breaking and then standing, and being extremely poor. This method is dangerous and abnormal, if you don't know the starry sky chessboard in the sea as a guide, it is really difficult to climb to the sky.

"Thank you, cute girl. Zhi Hunt really shook it solemnly at Meng Mengda, and the wreath on his head fell down, which was very funny, and he was very happy to see Meng Mengda.

"Huh, thank me for what?" said a cute hippie smile and rubbed her fingers, "Can you have some affordable dry goods?"

"You've just taken a few shellfish from me. I've been touched by you, should I also claim the loss fee?" Meng Meng said a few words, which made him have an epiphany of the scenery of water, light, clouds and shadows, not only glimpsed the magic of the transformation of swordsmanship, but also realized the unswerving principle of the sword heart, and even touched a trace of unique shadow.

Where can such benefits be compared with a few shellfish dollars?

"Wow, the weather is so nice today, you're so handsome......" Meng Meng said to him.

Zhi Hunt Zhen chuckled lightly and threw out a string of shellfish money: "Let's go, the upper reaches of this Yinlong River should be Lanyue City, right?"

"Mmmm, you're so handsome, the ghost is crying!" Meng Meng hurriedly caught Hua Beiqian and smiled.

The two continued eastward along the winding riverside. When approaching the upstream, the number of people on the road gradually increased, all of them were carrying swords and bags, and they were full of spirit, all of them were young carp people who broke through the world and pointed at the fire lotus yuan.

There were also carp men with long swords on their feet, and they swept swiftly against the tumbling river, leaving behind a long series of foaming waves. Zhi Jia Zhen secretly observed, according to the division of the carp people's swordsmanship classics, these carp people's sword qi is free to release, oscillating like waves, at least a hundred songs of sword cultivation, has been able to carp body into a sword.

"Those are mussels. Meng Mengda pointed to a caravan in the distance and introduced to Zhijiazhen, "The mussel people live in the depths of the ocean, and often fish some rare ores, plants or exotic treasures from the bottom of the sea, and take them to the land to trade with the carp people. ”

As far as the eye could see, the mussels were thin and small, and their skin was pale and slippery, as if they were wrapped in a thin layer of transparent mucus. They are gorgeously dressed, non-silk and silk, and there are two oval-shaped mussel shells on their backs, which are full of colorful patterns and shimmer with bright luster.

The convoy was not an ordinary horse, but a giant dark blue seahorse. The head was born with a fleshy crown, a neck as long as a snake, and his legs were short and stout, and his neck poked out to the sides from time to time, and Bai Sensen's serrated teeth pulled up pieces of turf and chewed on them.

"Isn't the caravan of the mussels afraid of carp disasters and robberies?" Zhi Hunting's eyes flashed, and he looked at the convoy full of goods.

"The shells of the mussels are so hard that they are frightening to death. When in danger, they close the shell and hide inside, it's hard for you to pierce it. Do you see the patterns on the mussel shells? They spew out stunning lights! Those seahorses are not easy to mess with, and they have a very fierce temper. Meng Meng grinned, "You don't really want to rob it, do you?"

Zhi Jia Zhen shook his head slightly, with the speed of the regeneration of the meridians in his body, it would take about a few months before he could re-form a sword fetus. Until then, it is better to keep to yourself and understand the situation of the Tianhe Realm.

Further on, the more people flow, the more waterfowl chirped. In the upper reaches of the river, there are more than 100 vast lakes, dotted with dots, and the water is turquoise, like bright pearls inlaid in the dusk field.

Surrounded by lakes, an antique city stands majestically. The moment Zhi Hunt's eyes fell on the city gate, the eight-winged golden cicada suddenly raised its wings and let out a rapid alarm.