Shinto cultivates faith and does things of protection.

The immortal road cultivates longevity, and the road is free.

Ning Shu stood on the edge of the Jing River, looking at the surging waves, and made his own definition of Shinto and Immortal Dao in his heart.

Although he cultivates the Immortal Dao, if he has this ability, he is naturally willing to help those in need and do the thing that protects the water and soil.

In the face of the demon spirit in the Jing River, he was not sure that he could get rid of it, but he still chose to flow down.

Just because he has a sword in his hand.

Cultivating the sword is for the ultimate freedom, if Ning Shu leaves at this moment, there will inevitably be a shackle that binds his heart all the time in the future, and he is afraid that the sword in his hand will not be able to cut off this shackle.

Sword cultivators, love to sex.

It's not an empty phrase.

Even if staying here will delay other important things.

He remembered that when he was in Xujia Village, Shucheng, Song Qiuyu knew that he was invincible to Quzhou Hou, who was comparable to a great supernatural person, but he still pushed open the door and walked out, even if he paid the price of his life, Xie Ximeng after the rainy night in Los Angeles, knew what it meant to go north to join the battlefield, but he still set off resolutely, even if he lost his original comfort.

Ning Shu wasn't sure if the decision he made now was the right choice, but if he wanted to really cultivate his sword, he had to have a persistence in his heart, even if such persistence was ridiculous and unreasonable in the eyes of others.

This is probably a kind of paranoia, and it is also one of the few sharp edges in his introverted personality.

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This stop is an afternoon.

Ning Shu lost his breath and seemed to melt into this world.

The noise in the distant houses has long since disappeared, and presumably crying can't change the current outcome, so people choose to wait silently.

The wooden door clicked and was pushed open.

Mu Qing'er walked out of it, her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked like she was crying.

She slowly walked to the river and stood beside Ning Shu, but she didn't seem to see Ning Shu at all, looking at the river in a daze and not knowing what she was thinking.

The crescent moon hung in a corner of the mountaintop, covered by clouds and mist, and as the wind blew slowly, it occasionally revealed some fine light.

Towards evening, the humidity on the surface of the river became even worse, and a faint smell of fishy rot lingered on the river's edge.

Two rainbow lights flashed in mid-air, and stopped just as they were about to fly by, one wearing a robe, and the other carrying a large gourd on his back, like a farmer's dress.

I only heard the man in the robes wondering: "Hey, it's really surprising that the cultivation of the monster in this wind and rain crossing has reached such a point, and I can't say that I will be able to become a river god in this Jing River in a while." ”

"Who said it wasn't, I heard that a few months ago, the Holy Maiden Tower of the South Marsh Country sent someone to take the decree to the Heaven Swallowing King to bestow the head, but within ten rounds, even the people with magic weapons were beaten out, and then the Heaven Swallowing King was angry and sealed the wind and rain. The farmer said with a sigh.

"Last time, the Taoist priest of Yandang Mountain, who was known as the people to eliminate harm and kill demons, held a green steel sword in his hand, and a gossip mirror hung above his head, which was powerful, and he thought that he could achieve a reputation, but after a day and a night, he was finally defeated, and he never came back after escaping. ”

"I remember that time, and then the King of Heaven Swallowing was angry and overturned all the boats passing by the next day, good fellow, the corpses were floating on the river, and it was cruel. ”

"It's a pity that the mortals in this village actually encountered such a monster. ”

"Shhhh ”

"Then again, doesn't the Holy Maiden Tower care anymore?" the farmer asked with a frown, "After all, this is also the territory of their Southern Marsh Country. ”

"It's not a god dynasty here, how can you care?"

The man in the robes replied: "The Holy Maiden Tower has not risen for so many years since its own Holy Maiden disappeared, if it weren't for the support of the Divine Dynasty behind it, I am afraid that it would have been destroyed by the Dao Gate long ago, not to mention that they are all busy with the Snow Country now, who still has to take care of the trivial matters here." ”

"You and I are both cultivators, everyone knows it, we should distinguish priorities, how can we spend energy and cultivation here for a group of mortals for no reason, it is already a gift to be able to help them, you see those disciples of the Heavenly Elephant Sect in the morning, they can't leave without being an enemy, this is a wise move......

"Alas......"

After a sigh of embarrassment, they shook their heads and prepared to leave.

Mu Qing'er listened to it sincerely, raised her head and shouted in a hoarse voice: "You are talking nonsense! There will definitely be well-wishers in this world, and they will not die without help...... If the immortal cultivators are as indifferent as you, they will become immortals in vain!"

Only then did the two of them realize that there was a mortal standing by the river below, and listening to the meaning of the words, they seemed to be quite dissatisfied with their words.

The man in the cloak said angrily: "Where did the mortals dare to question us?"

"Huh...... I know her, this is the god of the wind and rain crossing the river. The farmer sneered: "Anyway, they are all dying people, so why bother to be like her, and I heard that tomorrow I will sacrifice to this heaven-swallowing king...... Hey...... Ask for more blessings. ”

The two cultivators were like a cloud passing by, coming and going as fast as they came, leaving nothing behind.

Mu Qing'er didn't have the slightest emotion on her face when she heard this, and she was even a little calm.

She knew that it would inevitably be such a result, over the years, many people had come, many people had walked, and some had stayed, but in the end, they had not been able to save Nanlian Village, and everything that the two cultivators in the sky said was the truth.

No one is obliged to help a small village they don't know, let alone be an enemy of a demon with deep mana, and Nanlian Village is not qualified to ask others to do something for them, this is a normal thing, but Mu Qing'er still hopes that such a person will appear.

It's just that now, she can't seem to wait for such a person.

The sacrifice is tomorrow.

If the boy and girl are really given to the demon spirit in the river, although the South Curtain Village can be exchanged for a moment of survival, but over time, this place will become a village full of life.

If you don't send it, maybe tomorrow will pass, and there will be no Nanlian Village in the world.

Perdition, it is only a matter of time.

"Are you going to leave too?" Mu Qing'er said to herself, as if she was talking to someone.

"Alas......"

Without any response, she sighed lightly, turned and bowed down towards the village, kowtowed three times, then stood up and walked towards the river.

The pace was gentle, as if a body of pressure had been relieved.

His eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul.

The river ran over the toes, over the calves, and over the hem of the robe......

The river tumbled and laughed wildly.

"I'll stay. ”

Ning Shu's voice was very soft, but it seemed to be able to suppress all the rolling sounds of the river waves.

He had been standing here, hearing something and seeing something...... And he knew that Mu Qing'er had already discovered him.

Xie Ximeng once praised Ning Shu's concealment method, claiming that if he didn't take it seriously, even he who knew the peak of the dream realm would not be able to discover Ning Shu.

Just like those cultivators who passed by, whether it was the children of the Heavenly Phenomena Sect, or the people and farmers in the cloth, or the Heaven Swallowing King in the wind and rain, they didn't realize that Ning Shu was nearby, but Mu Qing'er, who was a mortal, could see it at a glance.

Ning Shu could also feel that although Mu Qing'er was a mortal, she could feel that there was an inexplicable aura on this girl when she saw her on the mountain from the beginning.

Ethereal, like mountains, rivers and plants.

There are many magical things in heaven and earth, which are impossible to measure, and perhaps Mu Qing'er is one of them.

Seeing Mu Qing'er turn to look at him, it was very cold in the moonlit river, Ning Shu smiled and said, "Since I will stay, then you don't have to be like this." ”

He had said this sentence in the mountains, that time he saved Mu Qing'er from under the land, and this time, he didn't know if he could save the entire Nanlian Village.

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The moon is as cold as frost.

Water is as cold as the moon.

Ning Shu and Mu Qing'er sat by the river, looking at the sometimes calm and sometimes surging river, chatting with each other.

"Where are you from?"

"Divine Dynasty. ”

"Oh...... What a great place. ”

"Are you a cultivator?"

"Hmm. ”

"Thank you so much that day. Mu Qing'er lowered her head, thinking of her clothes peeled off by the land in the mountains, this person should have seen it, and couldn't help but blush her cheeks.

Thinking of this, she quickly changed the topic and asked, "The land didn't embarrass you that day, right?" ”

"Nope. ”

"What's your name?"

"Hmm...... Just call me Holo. ”

Ning Shu thought about it, but still didn't say his real name, not because he was on guard, but because he didn't want to bring unnecessary trouble to this small village.

"He Gongzi is good. ”

Mu Qing'er found that this young man was different from all the cultivators he had seen before, although he said very little, he was not indifferent, and he did not have a sense of superiority, but he had a green and elegant and easy-going bearing, plus he had saved his life, so he was not so afraid.

She looked at the sword on Ning Shu's waist and said in an affirmative tone, "You are a sword immortal!"

"I'm a sword cultivator. ”

Ning Shu shook his head and said with a smile, in his opinion, only a person like his second senior brother and senior sister could be called a sword immortal, and his current cultivation was definitely not worthy of such a title.

"You look good when you smile. Mu Qing'er quipped.

Ning Shu didn't talk much, and Mu Qing'er was also a little depressed because of the upcoming sacrifice, so after a simple greeting, Mu Qing'er asked the most critical question.

"Can you defeat it, Gongzi He?"

Looking at his hopeful eyes, Ning Shu was unwilling to deceive the girl around him, and there was no need to deceive, he replied in a deep voice: "I'm not sure." ”

Mu Qing'er was a little frustrated when she heard this, but she didn't show it, and after a while, she asked again, "Then you really won't leave?"

Without waiting for Ning Shu to answer, she continued: "There have been several disciples who claim to be the inheritance of the great sect before, and they all said that they would not leave if they did not get rid of the demons, but in the end they left, and only us mortals remained. ”

"Don't worry, I won't go. ”