Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star.

On the land of Xuzhou, where a horse is flat, the moonlight is like silver, and there is silence in all directions; a woman in blue, covering her face with a scarf, rides a horse and gallops.

The melancholy lonely sail was sent overnight

Sending off the light moon and clouds

A woman in white, leaning on the edge of the boat, looked up at the moon, secretly sad.

A middle-aged man pulled up the curtain of the cabin, came to Duguyun's side, and said softly:

"Holy Maiden, the river is cold, go back to the cabin. ”

Duguyun looked back when he heard this, and sighed leisurely:

"Uncle Lin, if I can't be my father's successor, do I have to marry Cousin Xue..."

When Lin Zhong heard this, his heart sank, and he said:

"Yes..."

"However, this time the sect leader sent the saint to the Central Plains Sect, which can be regarded as the final test, if he can succeed and return, the sect leader will naturally look at the saint differently. ”

"If yes, can't..."

"If not, the sect leader can only choose the deputy sect leader as the successor, and the saint can only..."

"You can only marry your cousin, right..."

When Lin Zhong heard the words, he wanted to speak and stopped, so he had to stay silent.

After pondering for a long time, Lin Zhong finally spoke:

"Vice-Sect Master, he... He is worthy of a holy woman. ”

When Duguyun heard this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly:

"Uncle Lin, in fact, it's me who doesn't deserve it..."

"How could this be?"

"My cousin's martial arts, strategy, and temperament are not comparable to me. ”

"The deputy sect leader has lost his relatives since he was a child, and he is actually a very lonely person, what he likes is the kindness and carefree of the saint. ”

Listening to Lin Zhong's words, Duguyun couldn't help but think of the scene when he first met Xue Yi when he was a child...

That year, a typhoon that had never been seen before engulfed his hometown, and he, having lost all his relatives, was brought back to Dongshan Island by his father, his distant cousin.

That year, he was five years old, and he was only seven years old, and his father said that he usually played with this cousin more.

Strange place, strange person, although he is not thin, he is very shy, so shy that he does not dare to look at himself.

Once, when I took him to the beach to play, he was accidentally bitten by a sea snake, but he didn't say anything, and pretended to be okay and walked normally.

It's hot, but he has to wear trousers...

It wasn't until one night, when his father saw him limping up at night, that he realized that he was injured.

That night, his father carried him and ran to the town to seek medical treatment, and it took a night of poisonous blood to save his foot.

His father asked him why he was injured, but he didn't say it.

He didn't speak, just looked away and wept silently.

My father was very angry and asked me why I was with Ah Yi every day, but I didn't notice that his foot was injured.

At the time, I couldn't figure out why my cousin wanted to hide the injury to his foot, but my father may have understood it at the time, and now I also understand...

"Uncle Lin, actually, I... , alas"

Duguyun originally wanted to say that he didn't actually dislike his cousin, but this kind of liking and love seemed to be different, what was the difference, but he couldn't explain it, so he had to sigh lightly, and then turned around and walked into the cabin.

All the dust is chaotic and the people are desolate

The fairy road is slim and warm

Since he got off Longhu Mountain, the homeless young man disappeared into the vast sea of people, no one could find his trace, and he did not know where he was going.

During the day, he wandered among the crowds, all sounds, deaf ears, everything, blind.

At night, he sits alone on the corner of the road, moonlight, accompanied by a lonely shadow, and occasionally even a stray dog, snuggled up to him.

There are no free people in the world, only stray dogs.

If there is no place to return, there is no way to come.

In the distant land of Qilu, a huge mausoleum built by the mountain made a slight sound of movement in the moonlight, and the trees on the surface of the mausoleum moved in a sway.

A middle-aged man dressed in a noble crown quietly appeared on the top of the mausoleum and said in a deep voice:

"It's been a thousand years, and you, under the cemetery, have you also sensed the aura of this heaven and earth, and it is slowly condensing..."

At the same time, the spirit runes scattered in the hands of various forces in Middle-earth are emitting a little starlight.

Lian Ling, who was galloping on his horse in the starry night, also caught a glimpse of the scorching fluorescence emitted by the Zhengyi Spirit Rune in his arms.

In the ancestral hall of Zhengyi Sect, the sword enshrined on the altar - Tianzhong, suddenly the gods are magnificent, and the dull sound of the dragon's groan, between the courtyards, continues to echo...

Overnight, there was an uproar in Middle-earth, and the ancient relics, the Lock Array Spirit Rune, continued to shine, what was it revealing, was the opportunity to become an immortal reappear? Or was this era of the end of the law coming to an end, and between heaven and earth, the spiritual veins were about to be resurrected?

Xuzhou, before dawn, the dusty Lian Ling, before he had time to rest, went straight to the hall of the sect leader.

In the dim morning light, the candlelight in the hall was flickering, and Qin Lian, who was dressed in red, was busy at the desk, sleepless all night.

A strand of hair, falling down, fell on the desk letterhead.

Lian Ling untied his veil, sighed leisurely, walked softly, and came to the hall.

"Sister"

Qin Lian didn't look up, but just took care of herself and was busy with her writing, and replied lightly:

"Well, it's back. ”

"Yes, this is Duguzheng's reply. ”

After saying that, Lian Ling took out the envelope, walked to the desk, and put it down gently.

Qin Lian put down the pen in his hand, picked up the envelope, wiped off the seal, and looked at it carefully under the candlelight.

"Sister"

"Well, what's wrong. ”

"Lately, why have you been so busy. ”

Hearing this, Qin Lian couldn't help but smile, took out a free hand to brush the hair that had fallen down to his ear, and didn't answer Lian Ling's question, just said lightly:

"You go and rest"

"Yes..."

After that, Lian Ling turned around and walked out of the main hall, looking at Lian Ling's figure disappearing into the morning mist, Qin Lian seemed to see some clues, his sister seemed to be a little different from before.

Lian Ling, who was heading to his residence, stopped when he passed a courtyard, turned sideways and looked up at the roof, a cyan figure was sitting cross-legged, with a pitch-black Rakshasa sword floating above his knees.

Rumo's evil qi overflowed from the sword body, constantly swirling around Tsing Yi's body, and then immersed in the sword body again, and the cycle repeatedly...

Lian Ling stared for a moment, and suddenly seemed to find that the thicker this evil qi became, the paler Tsing Yi's face became...

Tsing Yi sensed something, opened his eyes, and looked down at Lian Ling below.

Lian Ling heard her sister say that the Rakshasa Sword was a divine weapon thousands of years ago, with a sword spirit, but because of the end of the law era, the sword spirit could not be awakened.

Since she had this sword, the seemingly indifferent sister in Tsing Yi has really become indifferent.

Lian Ling moved his lips, and finally said softly:

"You... Why don't you go to rest?"

"Hmph..."

Tsing Yi seemed reluctant to care, snorted lightly, and continued to close his eyes and concentrate.

Seeing this, Lian Ling seemed to have a sense of loss in his heart, and then he also raised his feet and left.

After taking Lian Ling away, Tsing Yi opened his eyes again, and there seemed to be a little fluctuation in his quiet eyes.

The ink sword silently entered the sheath, and a cyan figure spun around and fell into the courtyard and walked into the room.

In the Central Plains, a carriage is slowly moving forward, and two middle-aged men are riding horses one after the other.

The man who rode the horse before him seemed to be disgusted that the carriage was going too slowly, so he stopped his horse, and when the carriage came by, he said to the charioteer:

"Brother Zhong, why are you walking so slowly. ”

"Shhh

Lin Zhong made a silent motion, pointed to the carriage, and said softly:

"The saint didn't sleep all night when she was at the inn, and just fell asleep in the car. ”

Lin Zhong then remembered that when he stood guard in the first half of the night yesterday, he did see Dugu Yun sitting on the roof, but he didn't expect that as soon as she sit, it would be a night.

Thinking of this, Zhao Guang couldn't help but sigh softly:

"Well, I don't know where that nervous boy went. ”

With that, he continued to ride his horse, and went to the front of the carriage to find the way.

As Duguzheng's personal guards, Lin Zhong, Zhao Guang, and Li Yun can also be said to have watched Duguyun grow up little by little.

Zhao Guang actually didn't like that nervous homeless young man very much, but when he thought that when he was in Beihai, in the face of a complicated situation, the saint could still be so leisurely and happy, most of the time, it was because of him, at this moment, Zhao Guang suddenly found that he seemed to miss the person who kicked him several times.

Chapter 37: ENDS