Day 9.

Noon.

The Castle Lord's Mansion of the Island City.

Li Youzhi was a little happy in his heart.

The ecstatic child on the Arrow Tower, at least not yet, is not as suffering and hurt as he was when he was younger.

Li Youzhi has dreamed countless times that if he had a carefree childhood, walked on this smooth avenue, had less of so many troubles, and had the mood to see the scenery, how comfortable it would be!

Li Youzhi waved his hand, smiled at the child, and nodded in approval.

"This kid is kind of funny. Li Youzhi bowed his head and said to Jing Wutong, "I said that I would also catch a dragon for him to play, guess what he said?"

Jing Wutong was still expressionless, "He doesn't want it." ”

Li Youzhi smiled knowingly, "He also asked me not to catch dragons in the future." ”

Jing Wutong was silent.

"You've actually caught a dragon. Li Youzhi said.

Jing Wutong closed his eyes.

He also said that if you didn't catch it that day, he and the little black dragon would have become friends. ”

Jing Wutong turned around.

"He used to like to play with loaches, but now he doesn't play anymore. ”

Jing Wutong turned around helplessly and asked, "What do you want to say?"

"You should release that little black dragon. ”

"When this is over, I'll naturally let it go. ”

"Then don't forget. Li Youzhi looked at the sky attentively, "The incompatibility between the mainland and the South China Sea is largely due to the greed of the mainlanders." ”

"The continent and the snow field are also incompatible, the interior of the continent is still divided and the water and fire are incompatible, as long as there are people, there will always be a lot of water and fire that are incompatible, I can't let go of the little black dragon, in fact, it is useless. ”

Li Youzhi was stunned, this is really the truth.

Even if Jing Wutong lets the little black dragon go, those guys who are around him will probably do it at any time, and the little black dragon will not be able to escape the fate of being bound after all.

Not to mention anything else, at least the twelve people in the poem, including myself, who will not have too much trouble catching a dragon.

"Then whatever you want!" Li Youzhi said boredly.

Jing Wutong didn't answer, Li Youzhi didn't know what else to say, and he didn't have the mood to go on with greetings.

The vicissitudes of the world, a hundred years ago, we could still work together in the snow field, but now we have drawn our swords.

Think about the old Zenzi's emotion after breaking the demon in the snow field, "I'm afraid that those of us will be the last to take care of each other." ”

Zenzi was a little lonely when he said it, but now it seems that it is really a prophecy!

"It's actually quite boring to fight like this. Jing Wutong finally spoke.

When Li Youzhi heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up. "But this city lord's mansion is so small, in fact, the entire island city has always been cramped, how can it be like you Xisai, the sky is high and the earth is wide, and you can toss with joy in a small fight. ”

"Let's go, go to the sea, if you want to fight, it's better to fight faster. ”

"Then didn't you do this game in vain?" Li Youzhi pointed to the ground and asked.

"It's you who do the game, even though I have all kinds of illusions, but you let me enter the consummation, just this move, has already fallen on my death hole. I can't get in or out, and now I just want to have a good fight. Jing Wutong stroked his sparse beard and said helplessly.

"Everybody's in the game. ”

After saying this, Li Youzhi stood on the fishing rod, and the fishing rod was a spirit, rising from the sky, leaving an illusory shadow, and after a few breaths, it disappeared on the steamy sea.

Jing Wutong looked at the arrow tower, the child's smile was already frozen on his face, and he beckoned, "You come down." ”

The child shook his head dumbly.

Jing Wutong raised the red magic sword in his hand and shook it, "Don't you want to see the little black dragon?"

The child seemed to hesitate, then shook his head firmly.

Jing Wutong frowned and stared at the child, and the child looked at him for a moment, then looked away in a little panic and looked at the sea in the distance.

"It seems that there is really no point!" Jing Wutong shook his head, "The dragon scales and the treasure land are cheap to you." ”

Jing Wutong shook his head again and disappeared out of thin air.

In the next breath, he had already appeared on the vast sea surface of the East China Sea, and not far away, Li Youzhi was sitting on his fishing rod with his back to him, the fishing rod rose and fell with the waves, and Li Youzhi also drifted with the waves.

Jing Wutong didn't say much, but resolutely stabbed out a sword at Li Youzhi on the waves.

This sword is unpretentious, yet ingenious.

This sword seems to be from the village man, but the artistic conception is no longer like the world.

Li Youzhi seems to be sitting on a fishing rod and distracted, probably remembering some of the past or people who have missed, and he can't help but feel a little sad.

Jing Wutong originally thought that Li Youzhi would notice anything, but he never thought that this sword would not shake even a little until Li Youzhi's back.

Jing Wutong suddenly didn't want to end all this so simply, but he couldn't stop it.

The reason why he didn't use any thunderous means was that he wanted to use this sword that was not like the world as a different opening sentence for this potentially earth-shattering battle.

But this sword was about to easily stab Li Youzhi's back, and Jing Wutong even clearly heard the sound of the tip of the sword piercing into his shirt.

Li Youzhi himself didn't seem to sense it at all, just bent down and fished out a tiny wolffish from the seawater.

He didn't move fast and didn't use any movement. He went to catch the wolffish, apparently just to see its verdant pattern.

Everything in the world has many vicissitudes.

This young wolffish does not know how many winds and waves it has gone through before swimming here.

Li Youzhi picked it up, and what he picked up was also the past of wind and rain.

Li Youzhi felt like this wolffish, after a few storms, he was even a little numb. This numbness, but he dodged the unearthly sword that stabbed him in the back.

The sword pierced Li Youzhi's clothes, but it did not pierce Li Youzhi's body.

Jing Wutong brushed Li Youzhi's body and swept over.

Li Youzhi slowly put the wolf fish into the sea, and the emerald green body of the wolf fish swam around Li Youzhi in the sea, and then dived into the water and disappeared.

Li Youzhi's face darkened a lot, and he muttered, "Actually, you are much freer than me!" After that, he stood up helplessly, looked at Jing Wutong who had flown far away, and shook his head boringly.

Jing Wutong stabbed the air with a sword, but his heart was a lot more relaxed, hanging in the air, and nodded.

The waves are still rolling.

Li Youzhi's gaze moved back to the place where the little wolf fish disappeared just now.

A fish can be so comfortable, but he, the superior who is in charge of a mountain and a city, rarely experiences this kind of freedom.

Jing Wutong kept looking at Li Youzhi, and a faint smile gradually appeared on his face, which was a little inconsistent with his cold figure, but the reason why he smiled was because he really admired Li Youzhi a little.

It was only now that he discovered that Li Youzhi was really the master who could not surpass him, his sword was not like the world, and Li Youzhi's seemingly inadvertent bending contained the whole world.

And he was able to step into the Mahayana threshold at a young age, and he did not rely solely on talent and luck.

Jing Wutong felt that he still couldn't stop, even if in the last one or two hundred years, he had been in front of Li Youzhi, even now, he had completed before him, but he was still the one who chased after him.

"Do you know why I like the sea?" asked Li Youzhi, looking up.

"Because it's so close to the color of the sky. He didn't give Jing Wutong a chance to answer, but said to himself.

Li Youzhi opened his arms, as if to embrace the sea.

The sea water was sucked up, flowing violently between Li Youzhi's arms, spinning violently until a regular ring was turned.

Li Youzhi blew softly, like blowing away a lock of dust.

The sea water ring soared sharply, and in the next moment, it was in front of Jing Wutong.

The little black dragon flew out of the red magic sword and plunged into the sea water ring, and as the sea water in the ring swirled, gradually, the spinning became the little black dragon, followed by the sea water.

The little black dragon took the sea water to turn faster and faster, and it turned bigger and bigger, and finally, the little black dragon broke through the ring, rushed up into the sky with the sea water, and rushed into the clouds.

The cloud boiled, and the color became darker and darker, but at this time, the little black dragon drilled out of the clouds, shook the scales in the air, threw out a layer of mist, and then flew back in front of Jing Wutong, Jing Wutong patted the dragon whisker raised by the little black dragon, and pressed it down again.

The little black dragon bowed his head obediently.

A gust of sea breeze rolled up in his clothes, and Jing Wutong was already standing on the dragon's head, and on both sides of his body were the two black and shiny dragon horns.

The little black dragon flew up with Jing Wutong and flew into the air.

The cloud, slowly falling, fell into a shower of rain.

The rain poured on Li Youzhi's body.

Li Youzhi raised his hand, wiped his face, shook the sea water on his body, and stepped on the fishing rod fiercely.

The rod finally understood something, and rushed up from the surface of the sea with a 'sting' and flew after the shadow of the black dragon.

What shadow of a black dragon is there in the sky?

Only Jing Wutong stood in the highest layer of clouds, if it weren't for his gray eyes, he would be no different from the immortals in the clouds.

In the clouds under Jing Wutong's feet, a golden light fell, and in the golden light, a piece of loose sand flew down, and each piece of sand and gravel carried a golden arc.

"You always think of this sea of yours, but I don't want to see this sand again. "Jing Wutong was indeed tired of that desert and the sparsely vegetated 100,000 mountains that surrounded it.

But it was his hometown, and there were still countless of his people.

This is Jing Wutong's helplessness and his sorrow.

Li Youzhi's response to this piece of sand is still his inexhaustible water.

The emerald green fishing rod spun in front of Li Youzhi, and blue water droplets floated out of the fishing rod and flew up, tightly enveloping every falling gravel.

And the falling golden light is no longer brilliant in the pale blue water.

Li Youzhi knows that many people think that his natal color is definitely green, because the fishing rod is the color of emerald green.

But only Li Youzhi himself knows that the natal color is indeed green, but he has been obsessed with the blue in front of him all his life.

This blue color that is close to the sky.

The blue of this sea.