"It's just that you're always working hard for others, is it really worth it?"

This is the last question that Weaving Dance asks Shui Han in her state of mind.

"Living alone in the world, there are not many important people, I have lost Chongluan and Sister Yuxian, I can't lose the ghost Gu anymore, this is my way, it is worth it, it is worth it, it is not worth it, it is also to be done. ”

This is Shui Han's answer. He was only twelve years old, and he looked like he was only sixteen years old at most, but Weaving Dance knew that twelve years old was just a scam by Wen Zhong, and a twelve-year-old child would never be able to say this.

After the night of fate, the water cold finally grew up unstoppably.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and a carriage is parked at the edge of the ten-mile peach forest outside the peach source.

The carriage was very large, and there was an iron cage dragging on it, and in the iron cage were a white-haired boy and an orange-haired **, who were the two ghost Gu brothers and sisters.

In front of the carriage, there were three people standing, the three people, two women and one man, all dressed in Taoyuan Taoist clothes, they were neat and solemn, and all of them had straight waists.

And behind the carriage, there stood a number of twenty people in strong uniforms, all of them neat and solemn, all of them with straight waists, looking like professionally trained troops.

They were waiting for two people, and soon the two people appeared, and they slowly approached the carriage, two men and a woman, with black and white hair, red and blue clothes, and from a distance, there was an inexplicable sense of matching.

Shui Han and Richu slowly approached, they walked out of the peach forest, the sun sprinkled on Shui Han's face, sprinkled on his wheat-colored skin, and illuminated his facial features very clearly.

Shui Han is a delicate and cute kind in appearance, with thick eyebrows and small eyes, long eyelashes, a tall nose, a mouth that is not big or small, but the lips are very red, with long hair and a slightly pointed chin, it is very kind of a small life.

In the world's concept, such a face is generally not a good person, at least, it will not be a serious person, but in the eyes of those three people, it is excellent.

Because there was once a person, a very charming, even fascinating person, who also had such a face.

Walking beside Shui Han at the beginning of the day, her height is shorter than Shui Han, and her facial features are more playful and cute, she seems to be smiling at you all the time, laughing cutely, cute, but revealing a trace of evil.

Shui Han looked at the three people in front of him, one of them had a braided head and a serious and cold expression, which immediately reminded him of the female teacher who used figurative techniques when he first came to the Pure Land, this person was Yuzong Dong Zhilin.

Dong Zhilin didn't look at Shui Han, her eyes have been on Richu, many years of tracking and secret visits, and the experience of observing words and colors made her have a deep feeling, she felt that this girl was not simple.

has also been staring at the beginning of the day, as well as Murong Xue beside Dong Zhilin, Murong Xue's eyes are solemn, and her thoughts are also profound.

And Zuo Zhan, obviously different from the two women on the side, he has always been a very rational and meticulous person, this time the Pure Land sent someone to escort the ghost Gu back to the Medicine King Valley, and specially selected the three of them, a Sword Sect, a Rite Sect and a Royal Sect.

The main battle of the Sword Sect, the escort of the Imperial Sect, the negotiation of the Rite Sect, plus the old man's eighteen well-trained secret guards, this was a very good lineup, but what he couldn't understand was why he had to bring these two little guys.

Everyone in the Pure Land knows that Shui Han has a good relationship with the Ghost Gu brothers and sisters at the beginning of the day, and this old man is very suspicious that he did not choose himself with Murong Jiudao, the direct teacher of the Ghost Gu, but he is very unsuspicious of sending Shui Han and the beginning of the day over, which makes Zuo Zhan very puzzled.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and a group of people stand under the clouds, standing in the wind, silent for a long time, as if they want to be silent until the end of the world.

"It's just arrived, why did the gentlemen arrive so early?"

He who spoke first was the beginning of the day.

"The Pure Land has always been in a hurry for everything, and you have not been here for a long time, so you are not very adaptable. ”

It was Zuo Zhan who replied, and when Zuo Zhan replied, his eyes glanced at Shui Han intentionally or unintentionally.

He didn't feel anything special before, but in the interval of this glance, he suddenly felt that the young man in front of him seemed to have a different feeling, and that feeling was very wonderful.

It's as if you saw a badly injured and dying caterpillar and forgot about it casually, but a few days later, you pass by and see a cocoon.

There is nothing strange about the worm forming a cocoon, but the worm is the one who was about to die before. The current water cold is like that cocoon, there is no big achievement for the time being, but there is hope of becoming a butterfly.

Zuo Zhan suddenly raised the corners of his mouth slightly, in his impression, Shui Han was still a congenital waste who could not realize the Dao, and now, his cultivation had obviously made a qualitative leap.

It is worthy of being a young man who has attracted the attention of the entire pure land, and it seems that this kid must have some adventure.

Zuo Zhan thought to himself.

Shui Han didn't notice Zuo Zhan's gaze, his eyes were indifferent, his head was slightly lowered, and he silently got into the carriage.

Shui Han is always silent when he has something on his mind.

Left Zhan Road:

"It's getting late, let's hit the road. ”

The crowd answered:

"Yes. ”

Dong Zhilin, Murong Xue, and Zuo Zhan stepped on the horse, Ri Chu and Shui Han got into the carriage, and the eighteen secret guards followed behind the carriage, and the group set off like this.

The carriage moved slowly, leaving two deep ruts on the road.

The night, dark and deep, quiet and treacherous.

Under the darkness of the night, as far as the eye can see, there is an endless desert, and at the end of the desert is endless darkness, which is vast and domineering, as if it wants to swallow everything.

But in the midst of this darkness there was a light, so subtle that it seemed to be about to be swallowed up, but it had not been swallowed up, and it would be forever.

Bright light, from an inn, this inn is said to be an inn, but luxurious like a restaurant, said to be a restaurant, but it is open in this 800 miles of desert, the name of the inn is even stranger, although it is strange, but it is famous all over the Central Plains.

The name of the inn is Sword Pavilion.

Canghai Sword Pavilion Road, life and death are boundless.

Countless heroes have been spanning half a lifetime, but in the end they are buried here, the Sword Pavilion, in the hearts of the Central Plains people, is a symbol of heroes, however, in the hearts of heroes, it is a terrible place.

In fact, the Sword Pavilion itself is not terrible, what is terrible is the location where it is located, two hundred miles to the south of the Chu State, and eight hundred miles to the desert.

Eight hundred miles of desert and four hundred miles of sand, where the grass and trees are sparse and species are scarce, the locals call it "the ghost dead sea".

Passing through this "ghost dead sea", it is the Nanban, the land of the Nanban, the tribes are numerous, it has always been a mysterious place, only according to legend, Shennong's clan tasted all the herbs here, and flew into a god.

In addition, many years ago, the "Sword God" Xiaoyi became famous here, and the "Ghost King" Ghost Liu, who is also Cangling, is also from the Nanban Medicine King Valley.

It is said that Ling Xiu, the founder of the Pure Land, also has a long relationship with Nanban.

However, these legends and deeds alone cannot be the reason why those cultivators and great heroes flock to the land of the Southern Barbarians like carp crossing the river.

They came to the Dead Sea Sword Pavilion, and then went straight to the Nanban, without hesitation, and even lost their lives, but there was another hidden reason.

The outside world is extremely dark, but inside the Sword Pavilion is brightly lit, golden and brilliant, and the drums are constantly ringing.

The lobby was full of guests, these guests, from ****, they came to this sword pavilion, thousands of miles away, tirelessly.

The inside of the Sword Pavilion is very good, but the music here is not much better than the outside, the wine here is not as good as the best daughter, the house here is not top luxury, and it is located in a remote area, the climate is harsh, and the road is difficult to travel, but it is full almost every day.

Everyone, especially those who have achieved fame, are willing to come to this Sword Pavilion to sit down, they are willing to listen to unpleasant tunes, drink not very refreshing wine, just to wait for someone to appear.

Everyone, waiting.