Day 9.

Morning.

The light on the top of Laoshan Mountain is out!

Li Youzhi, who was on the arrow tower of the City Lord's Mansion, watched the dazzling light on the top of Laoshan gradually dim until he became disillusioned, and smiled heartily.

The next moment, Jing Wutong walked in from outside the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.

The sun shone on his body, but it couldn't shine into his already gray eyes, and his figure was still so cool.

"These days, you're tired too, do you want to come up and have a drink?"

Li Youzhi held on to the railing on the arrow tower, looking at this person who was a little similar to himself but seemed to be completely different, but his mouth was polite, but his heart gradually became sad.

"That tower and that lamp helped you, and it can be regarded as helping me, in the past two days, I haven't worked in vain to wash the tower and blow the lamp, as you wish, I'm complete!" Jing Wutong said slowly.

"Congratulations!"

"No, you know what I'm spending all this time for, and what it means to us to be complete!"

"Isn't that exactly what you want?"

"It used to be, but just now, I was a little hesitant, and what you said before is not unreasonable. ”

"What I said before was speculation, isn't it a little late for you to say this?"

"It's late. ”

"What about Island City, after all, it's too far away from you, I remember the two of us being the same year. ”

"Do you know how many years Cisse hasn't rained?"

Li Youzhi paused for a moment and shook his head.

"Seventeen years, seventeen years, not a drop of rain has fallen in the territory of Cisse. ”

"It's that you don't want to, if you want to, a rain will be like blowing ash. ”

"What lacks a rain is the mountains and rivers of Xisai for thousands of miles, and what is lacking is not the rain that our cultivators can come and go as soon as they are summoned, but a real rain. ”

"I see. ”

"You don't understand, you guard this city and a mountain, relying on this huge sea, and you only think about how to add icing on the cake, where will you understand that the people of Cisse, who have not seen rain for seventeen years, are tired and tired every day just for that meal and one meal. Jing Wutong finally raised his head and looked at the arrow tower, "You have ambitions, you and I are the same year but we don't have the same life, you are reluctant to this city of mountains and seas, but I desperately want to leave that barren land." ”

Li Youzhi was speechless for a while, and kept sighing about his tiredness, but he didn't know that Jing Wutong, who had once made him envious, also had a lot of helplessness behind the idle clouds and wild cranes.

"Before I was thirty-seven years old, I spent thirty years chopping firewood in the 100,000 mountains. ”

"I didn't get out of Cisse until I was forty years old, and I saw the sea for the first time in your island city at the age of forty-five. ”

"The Seven Thousand Miles of Xihe River was just a small stream when it flowed out of Xisai, and it was really a river when it flowed to the Western Zhou Dynasty. ”

"So you don't understand at all what water means to the Cisse people. ”

"When I came back from Island City that year, do you know what I brought with me?" Jing Wutong paused, "A whole storage bag of seafood." ”

Li Youzhi left the child and walked down the arrow tower alone, and he suddenly found that behind Jing Wutong's cool figure, it was not the coldness of the ice, but the drying up that had accumulated in the barren land for too long.

"You have 100,000 mountains, I also have this Laoshan Mountain, you have your helplessness, and I also have my hardships. It is rumored in the world that you and I both carry the whole mountain on our own, but my mountain is no easier than your 100,000!"

Jing Wutong's gray eyes became even more hollow, he raised his hand, and in his hand, there was the red magic sword, and under the sun, the black dragon on the sword body would appear.

"But you at least have the legendary Senkaku to retreat from, and I, I, have never had a way out. ”

"Aren't you worried about Southern Qi and Northern Wei?"

"I'm not worried. ”

"Yes! Back then, in the snowfield, Zenzi, you and I, plus bamboo, were also the top existence in the mainland. Bamboo retreat, Zen Nirvana, now the new Zen is young, Qi Yuntian, who you should have been afraid of, was taken away by me the old beeswax, and Daojun swore with me that he could not return to Longwan, and the likes of Xishu and Nanyue could not afford to make big waves at all, it seems that you really have nothing to worry about. ”

"I have. ”

Li Youzhi was slightly surprised, "Yes?"

"You!"

"Jun is a sword, I am a fish and meat, what do you have to worry about?"

"I'm complete. I shouldn't have been perfect, but the tower and the lamp made me perfect. ”

"Maybe there's only so much I can do!" Li Youzhi sighed.

Jing Wutong looked up at the children looking down on the arrow tower.

Li Youzhi also looked at the child with Jing Wutong's gaze, "He's just a child." ”

"More than 20 years ago, my seven swords were all children. Jing Wutong said expressionlessly.

"I don't want him to be like us anymore!"

"I also wish he was different from you. ”

"Then it should be handed over to your Seven Swords, right?"

"It's fine. ”

"Have the seven swords arrived?"

"It's supposed to be there, but it's not there yet. ”

"Do you want to wait?"

"Don't wait. ”

Li Youzhi had an extra emerald green fishing rod in his hand, "Then let's start!"

"Good. ”

"Be careful of that kid and that arrow tower, there are still three people buried on the pillars on the top floor!"

Jing Wutong nodded, "Actually, they could have been immortal, you know they couldn't stop the monk at all." ”

"I have to give an explanation to the island city. ”

Jing Wutong nodded again.

Li Youzhi held the fishing rod in his hand flat on his chest, staggered his feet slightly, and said, "Please!"

Jing Wutong held the sword in one hand and slowly raised it.

The black dragon pattern on the red magic sword swam in it, and a wisp of red energy flowed from the tip of the sword, like a light silk thread.

The fishing rod in Li Youzhi's hand was flattened out, and the emerald green energy was the first to break through the air and cut towards the red silk thread.

Energetic as a sword, upright, indomitable.

Silk threads wind in the air, like water and waves.

The contact between the two was only between the lightning and the fire, but the sound of the explosion lasted for a long time. The red silk threads and the emerald green energy were entangled, and it was impossible to distinguish each other.

The silk thread seemed to be unable to stop the slashing momentum of the emerald green energy, Jing Wutong swept backwards in the air, the silk thread on the tip of the magic sword became longer and longer, and this end of the silk thread was firmly wrapped around the emerald energy.

This scene was like Jing Wutong flying a kite, but he flew too high in the air, and he himself was like a kite, flying in the air.

Li Youzhi also swept up, and the fishing rod in his hand was changed to a thorn, which was really a simple straight stab like a sword.

Their figures were already taller than the tallest arrow tower in the City Lord's Mansion.

Jing Wutong's wide robe fluttered in the air, the magic sword in his hand trembled up and down, and the red silk threads also churned like waves.

This wave has reached this end of the silk thread, and it has become a huge wave that is sweeping the sky, and the emerald green energy and fishing rod with Li Youzhi also went up and down, bumping on the waves.

Jing Wutong suddenly raised his hand, the magic sword in his hand was raised high, and the thin red line instantly stretched straight, and then the entire silk line rose, pulling out a perfect arc in the air, Li Youzhi was like a fish, and was suddenly fished up by the red silk line and rushed into the air.

Li Youzhi didn't exert himself, but followed the strength of the emerald green strength and rushed to the sky with the red silk thread, he was waiting for Jing Wutong to retract the rod.

No matter how long the fishing line is, no matter how high the fishing line is, it will always have to be reeled.

Li Youzhi felt a little funny, what he was holding in his hand was a standard fishing rod, and he had to stab it like a sword.

Jing Wutong is too, obviously with a sword in his hand, he wants to release a piece of energy to make a fishing line and play fishing tricks.

The red silk thread has been thrown to the highest, and Li Youzhi at this end is already perpendicular to Jing Wutong below.

Li Youzhi had already clearly felt the fall, and the straightened silk thread began to bend.

The fishing rod in Li Youzhi's hand began to alternate between light and dark, sometimes emerald green, sometimes green to black, and there was a burst of energy rushing out of the fishing rod, directly rushing through the strength that was wrapped by the red silk thread before, and cutting the silk thread wrapped around it into inches.

Jing Wutong looked up and saw that the fish that had been caught had now turned into a ball of fire and burst down.

On the red magic sword, the black dragon poked its head out of the sword body, the dragon head opened its mouth, and blue ice crystals gushed out, and the ice crystals scattered, forming a shield of ice crystals in front of Jing Wutong, like a blue umbrella.

The fire fell, and the green and blackened energy pierced into the blue umbrella, and the umbrella was not punctured, because the ice crystals were too cold, and the energy was too intense, the two were diametrically opposed, but they did not burst, but quietly merged.

The dark green flowed on the blue umbrella surface, the tip of the fishing rod pressed against the sword body of the red magic sword, Jing Wutong fell back, and Li Youzhi fell.

The two of them fell into the courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion again, and the red-green energy blue-green ice crystals disappeared.

The fishing rod was against the sword, and the sword could no longer be swung, and the fishing rod could no longer move an inch.

"It's always like this, aren't you complete?" Li Youzhi shook his head.

"Perfection is only between a line, if you don't want to, if you want to, it's like blowing ashes. Jing Wutong said.

"Three hundred years of Mahayana, why should I be in a hurry at this time?"

"When you founded the mountain in the island city, I was still chopping wood in the 100,000 mountains. You entered the Mahayana after 14 years of amazing talent, and I also chopped firewood for another year. You've been practicing here for so many years, but it's just not perfect, but I've only struggled to reach that threshold at the last moment. People have no pupils and moles, and a few people know that until I entered the Mahayana, the name slowly came to you in front of you. Now, I finally have a chance, but you have pushed me to the fullest. ”

"You were the one who drove me away first. ”

"Shouldn't I?"

"No!"

Jing Wutong withdrew his magic sword, and Li Youzhi's fishing rod was empty, 'let's click', and hung to the ground.

On the arrow tower, the child muttered, "Isn't it the most powerful?"

The sun shines on the child's face, and the child raises his hand to cover it from time to time, but there is always a place that cannot be covered.

The little face was already red, and the child suddenly remembered that when he read the sentence taught by Li Youzhi, his body would be much more comfortable, and he didn't feel sunburned after reading it for so long on the edge of the cliff facing the sunset.

"The Tao is the way, the very way, the name is famous, the name is ······"

After reading it again, the child suddenly felt that the qi in his stomach had changed the rules, and then he tried to draw that trace of qi out of the ambergris-like thing, and let it run along the arm and over the fingers, 'Hula', and a small flame came out of the child's index finger.

The child looked at his fingers in amazement and opened his mouth to blow.

"Hey, take a look. ”

The child raised his hand and shook it, so that Li Youzhi under the arrow tower could see.

Li Youzhi raised his head and looked at the cheering children, as if he saw the young self that had always existed in his imagination.