Hello, your nameless town scholar has gone live.

In Lingchen's incomprehensible gaze, Ye Mingke, who had carefully observed Lingchen of the Imperial Envoy's Flying Sword for a whole day, returned to the inn and spread out a sack of calculation paper. Then in Lingchen's frightened and inexplicable gaze, he began to retreat and deduce.

The first thing he drew was the spiritual power model of the sword art observed with the spiritual eye, and when he encountered an unclear place, he asked the Lingchen Immortal to demonstrate it again, and then removed the link of the induction Dao, and directly began to reverse calculate how the Dao operated to control the subtle changes of the aura and form a spell.

This is not an advanced technique, but the data that needs to be measured when it comes to real calculations is vast.

If Xu Zixian also came to help calculate, it is estimated that he would regard the Dao Imperial Spirit as a person assisted by large and small computer programs, and skipping the level of the Dao to control the Ling, which is equivalent to primitive people using a wooden stick to calculate calculus.

One has a plethora of programs and formulas to aid in simplification, while the other is to confront the whole ever-changing world.

Fortunately, Ye Mingke received the education of Tianyan Master with the goal of deducing the universe since he was a child. Heaven and earth can be measured, and of course changes in aura can also be calculated.

Study day and night. Ye Mingke, who hadn't been abused by his aunt's Tianyan Chess for a year, found the familiar sense of pain and happiness from his heart in the technique of imperial swordsmanship.

Hey, Auntie, I miss you so much.

Ye Mingke, who woke up from the pile of scratch paper in the early morning, listened to the birdsong outside the window, pursed his lips slightly, and said softly.

......

Outside the Six Realms, the originally dead silence, the black and boundless void suddenly shook violently, and wisps of light flowed from the purest darkness, getting brighter and brighter, until finally it seemed that a sun rose from that void. Every part of that void was simultaneously filled with an indescribable cracking sound that made even souls tremble.

The rising sun rose from the dark void abyss like a meteorite, blooming with an infinite stream of light and heat, which did not spread in this space, but twisted and twisted back into the sun, making it eternally brighter.

"倏"

In an instant, the rising sun disappeared, leaving only a majestic figure dressed in golden imperial robes and wearing an imperial crown, he stood silently in the void, and all the meteorites and dust in the boundless void around him silently changed the trajectory of the trajectory and revolved around him.

He looked at the dark void beneath his feet that had trapped him for a lifetime, and his red golden eyes flowed with a complex and inexplicable light.

"Is this your game? Okay, I'll do the next. ”

He muttered to himself lightly, then turned around, tore through the space in one step, and stepped into a majestic giant gate, which was engraved with a huge ancient seal containing strong Taoist rhyme and divine power-

Nantianmen.

He slowly approached.

The first moment all the armored gods of war on that huge gate saw him, they all knelt down feverishly and called the emperor.

He returned to his heavenly court.

The moment he stepped in, everyone in the entire Heavenly Court stood solemnly, and Yaqi was silent.

Although they hadn't seen that figure in person for a year, and the Qingtian Palace had spread the news that the Heavenly Emperor had fallen, no one dared to believe that this huge Heavenly Court was still operating strictly according to his will.

No one dared to rebel when he had disappeared for less than a year. Even many people even appeared, and he is no longer in this world

I don't dare to have any thoughts.

Returning to the throne of the Emperor at the top of the Nine Heavens, his face was still calm and indifferent, without the slightest tiredness or weakness.

"Spread to the world. ”

He spoke slowly, his majestic voice echoing through the empty hall beneath his feet.

......

On the vast blue waves of the East China Sea Wonderland, a divine turtle that was constantly swimming against the tide of the ruins raised its head and let out a long groan.

A palace on Penglai Island is paved with white jade, and the upper and lower sides are all white, and a figure dressed in a white robe, holding a silver sword, with white hair and white beard, sits on a white futon in the center of the main hall.

Spring has entered the world, and the dome of this temple on the warm sea in all seasons is full of transparent ice. The seated figure was also covered in snow and ice.

The long chant of the god in the distance also entered this temple, and the white figure trembled slightly, and opened a pair of narrow eyes that were as clear as ice and snow glass, and there was no trace of emotional fluctuations in those eyes, as if it was snowing forever.

A few moments after he opened his eyes, a black figure with blindfolded eyes and ears silently appeared in the shadows in the corner of the main hall, bowed slightly, and spoke softly.

"Sword Master, the Immortal Heavenly Court has a purple secret order handed down. ”

"Yes...... It is a personal order of His Majesty. ”

The originally plain figure couldn't help but feel a little fanatical when he said the word "Your Majesty".

"Your Majesty. His Majesty has indeed returned. ”

The pair of icy pupils slowly closed, and the groan with a slight trembling sound floated through the empty hall.

Then, he opened his eyes again and looked at the figure whose eyes were blindfolded and his ears were plugged, and asked lightly, "Who do you think is the most competent disciple on the island for this mission?"

"The three thousand inner disciples on the island should be Jian Jiu. Moreover, the body of a felony is in line with another subordination of the secret order, the Thorn Order. The figure straightened up and replied faintly.

The words of the black shadow fell, but the entire hall suddenly became extremely cold, as if it had suddenly come to the wasteland of the extreme north.

"Stand down. ”

After a long time, the white figure sitting in the center of the main hall slowly spoke.

......

"Hey, Sword Rack, what kind of ecstasy soup were you poured into by that guy surnamed Ye?"

Song Mingyu, who was dressed in red, sat next to an ancient well with many chains exposed, looked ahead with worry in his eyes, and said to the ancient well.

"You, who have always been most afraid of trouble, actually destroyed the entire Yangjing Duty Division for him, and even destroyed the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony. ”

"I said, sword rack, you won't, you won't like...... Man, right?"

Song Mingyu's words were full of incomprehension and sadness, and in the end, his weak voice was a little sad.

Kenjiu, who was bound by multiple iron chains engraved with intricate patterns, raised his head calmly, as if he had not heard her words, but was listening to the long chant of the divine turtle in the sea and sky.

"Forget it, if you like men, go for it. It doesn't matter if I like you anyway. Song Mingyu lowered his head and muttered very lowly.

"The sword will always break. Jian Jiu, who was sitting in the well, didn't look at Song Mingyu's face, but seemed to be talking to himself.

"What are you talking about?" Song Mingyu had just reacted, and Jian Jiu, who had not responded all along, suddenly spoke

, but for a moment could not understand what he was saying.

But Jian Jiu still didn't answer her question, but raised his head and asked.

"What happened to the girl I brought to the island?"

Song Mingyu sniffed and said, "Don't worry, of course I will do what you give me, she is living with me now, and in two days, my master will officially admit her as a personal disciple." Her talent is really good, and some even say that her talent may be comparable to yours. Don't want me, always stupid and can't keep up with you. ”

Song Mingyu was obviously in a low mood, her words always became heavy involuntarily, and her pupils were red as she looked at the man in the well who still gave people a spotless feeling even though he was carrying heavy shackles on his body.

"Sword rack, you don't have to worry about others. This time my mother said that even she can't help you. Breaking the orders from the heavenly court, I don't know what kind of punishment the sect will give you. ”

"I don't know if you're going to suffer again, if you're going to be locked up so I won't see you again. ”

Song Mingyu burst into tears as she spoke, but at this moment, Jian Jiu suddenly raised his head to look behind her, and a tall white figure stood silently behind Song Mingyu, a pair of eyes as pure as ice and snow glass looked at Jian Jiu from her back over her back.

The eyes of the two sides are facing each other.

Song Mingyu, who was still talking, suddenly fell asleep on the edge of the ancient well silently.

Only two pairs of equally indifferent eyes remained, staring at each other calmly.

The white figure spoke slowly.

"I thought you were a pure sword. But it didn't occur to me that you were just a pure person. ”

Jian Jiu didn't answer, just quietly looked at the handsome man with a white voice, and his whole person was like a pile of ice and snow.

Outside the well, two equally indifferent faces were strikingly similar.

"I'm just wondering if it's worth it. ”

"Do you think it's worth it?"

Jian Jiu looked at the face that was similar to his but far more perfect and indifferent than him, and spoke slowly, this time although the expression on his face was still calm, there was a bit of a painful tone in his words that were eager to ask.

"I'm making you a person, but you're supposed to be a sword in the end. You don't forget that. ”

Cold and indifferent words floated in the well.

The pair of icy pupils reflected the lonely figure locked down the well, the figure's back bowed slightly, but it seemed like a sword that was about to break out of its sheath with a patient thirst for blood.

"Don't forget that you're not the only one to me. Swords can be recast. ”

The white figure turned slowly.

"This time, you were supposed to die, but I'm willing to give you another chance. Someone else will die for you. ”

"Remember yourself. ”

"You are a precious, but not irreplaceable sword. ”

"Lock the dragon well, don't reach the sky, don't go out of the well. ”

The figure disappeared from the view of the well, leaving only his voice echoing through the well again and again.

"You just want a sword, but why did you give a sword, pure humanity. ”

The white-haired man sitting deep in the well slowly raised his head and looked at the small round sky above him.

"Heh, the sky is just that big. ”

He smiled faintly.