On the second day, inside the Wenxian Palace.

"Have you really decided? Now is the critical period of cultivation, do you want to just give up?" Wen Zhong stood in the inner hall, looking at He Yinuo beside him, with a trace of helplessness on his face.

He Yinuo, who was on the side, pursed his lips, and after a while, a firm expression appeared on his face, and he resolutely said, "Master, the disciple has already decided, if I can't even protect the person I love, then what's the use of my cultivation?"

Wen Zhong's face was complicated, as if he was deeply moved, and he looked at the disciple in front of him and was silent for a long time.

After being silent for a moment, his expression returned to his usual expression, and he said slowly, "Your cultivation is still shallow, if you encounter a strong enemy, you can't resist it, just get out and come back and tell your teacher." ”

"Yes, the disciple obeys. He Yinuo was grateful in his heart, but he didn't say much. Then Wen Zhong waved his hand, and He Yinuo retreated.

That night, He Yinuo said goodbye to a few friends and set out on the way home overnight. At He Xueman's insistence, He Yinuo also agreed to go with her.

The crescent moon is in the sky, the stars are dotted, although it is early spring, but the night is still chilly.

He Yinuo and He Xueman flew above the sea, and at this moment, in addition to the howling of the wind, there were only waves in their ears.

At dawn, the two of them had already set foot on the mainland, and after flying for more than a few hours, they felt a little thirsty and fell back to the ground.

And it happened that not far from where the two landed, they saw a high-hanging canvas, with the word "teahouse" written on one side and the four big characters "warm in winter and cool in summer" written on the other.

When the two of them walked closer, they felt that the fragrance of tea was overflowing, the tea stall was not big, but the business was prosperous, and passers-by would take a break here nine times out of ten. He Yinuo chose a table next to him and sat down.

"Two guest officers, I don't know what you want to drink?" Not long after, the teahouse Xiao Er on the side greeted him with a smile. He Yinuo looked at Xue Man, Xue Man groaned for a while, and said, "The journey is tiring, just come two bowls of weak tea to quench your thirst." "Okay, wait, officer. ”

Halfway through the tea, He Yinuo found that there was a hut not far from here, but there was no one around it, so he asked curiously, "Xiao Er, is there still anyone living in the hut over there?"

Xiao Er of the teahouse looked at the hut and seemed to be interested, and said, "Guest officer, you don't know, there is a powerful man living in that hut. Xiao Er looked around, and said in a low voice, "There is a beggar living in that hut, with a cloak and a disheveled hair, no one has seen his true face, but if the name of the nearby village goes up the mountain every time he goes up the mountain to cut firewood, if he goes to his house to light a pillar of incense, then he will not be harassed by wild beasts after going up the mountain, and it is said that that person also has the ability to predict good fortune and misfortune!!"

After listening to this, although the two of them were half-convinced, they still couldn't stop the curiosity in their hearts after all, so they drank tea in two sips and walked towards the hut.

And just as they were gone, a man with a broken arm sitting at the other table withdrew his gaze from the two of them, and a killing intent gradually appeared on his face.

Away from the teahouse, the two came to the hut, and soon saw the candle ashes deposited on the ground, I don't know if it was because of a long time or too much, the candle ashes had merged with the dust, and it was inevitable to look at it.

They just looked at it casually, but found nothing out of the ordinary, and then walked away.

And not long after they left, a man dressed as a beggar came out slowly, looked at the sky, and could not help coughing twice, as if his body was extremely weak and as if he was tormented.

In the southwest, a quiet place, green bamboos are everywhere, the wind blows, and the sound of bamboo is waves. At this moment, there seems to be a person looking up at the sky, and there seems to be a struggle and pain in his eyes that cannot be passed away.

"How many years have passed, why can't you let go?" Behind him, a slight sigh came from the depths of the bamboo shadow. Gradually walked out of a person, if He Yinuo can definitely recognize this person here, it is the predecessor of the wind who is kind to him.

"How can I let go, and if it were you, what would you do?" the man withdrew his gaze and looked at the person behind him, but his handsome face could not hide the vicissitudes of desolation brought by the white hair.

Senior Feng shook his head helplessly and did not answer, but said in a different tone: "It's been nearly a thousand years, and it's not just you who was injured by that sword." ”

The white-haired man's face was even more sad, and then he looked up to the sky and laughed, and said angrily, "I don't want to die and save countless people, but after all, I can't save my momentary delusions." ”

The bamboo shadow swayed, like a whimper.

Let's talk about He Yinuo and the two, the two of them passed through a flower field, and as far as the eye could see, it was incredibly big, and a sea of flowers was boundless.

The flowers are pale yellowish in color, slightly smaller than a human fist, but their fragrance is very strong, and there seems to be a faint sour smell in them. Xue Man is simple-minded, plus the girl already loves flowers, she is in a good mood at the moment, and she is even more beautiful surrounded by flowers, and she asked with a smile, "Brother, do you know what kind of flower this is?"

He Yinuo thought for a moment and said, "I seem to have heard Senior Brother Wu say that there is a strange flower called vinegar flower, its color is light yellow, and the fragrance of the flower has a faint vinegar smell, and what is even more peculiar is that if a pair of people who really love each other pass by here, this flower will emit a particularly strong sour taste, like a woman is jealous." Xue Man on the side listened to it, and couldn't help but love this magical flower a little more.

On the other side of the sea of flowers, a woman in a plain white brocade dress stopped in the flowers, her skin was like cream, full of charm, but there seemed to be an untouchable sad look between her eyebrows, which made people feel pity. She caressed a flower in front of her that seemed to have withered, and the resentment on her face became even stronger.

Suddenly, the surrounding birdsong seemed to have disappeared, and she didn't dare to make a sound in fright, as if she felt some kind of fierce thing, the woman's face remained unchanged, and she still stood quietly, and a figure appeared behind her, a black windbreaker wrapped around her body, looking like a ghost, erratic, unpredictable.

"Yuelan, Cangfeng has passed for many years, why bother with it anymore. The black figure made a dull voice, as if he had not spoken for many years, and his words were a little rusty.

The woman who was called Yuelan did not look back, but said lightly, "Are you here to ask me to go back?"

There was no answer, as if he was waiting for something.

Yue Lan turned around slowly, and suddenly the whole person was full of anger, completely lost the delicate appearance at the beginning, and said vigorously word by word, "Let go, how can you let me go, all my attachments have long been disillusioned under the sword of Yunxian's dog thief more than a hundred years ago, and my only hope has also been wiped out by my senior brother's immortal doctor." All I have left is pain and hatred, and memories of those years, which torment me all the time. ”

A gust of wind blew, cold to the bone.

The black-clothed man had no waves, and after a moment of silence, he only said slowly, "You, it's good." With that, he vanished like a ghost, leaving only a withered flower beside him.

She looked up to the sky and roared, hoarse.

The night is getting darker, and the night is approaching.

The desolate land of the far north, inaccessible, covered with frost and fog all year round, and according to legend, there is a place in the desolate north that can pass through the abyss between the living world and the desolate world, this place is like a huge abyss, what is inside, no one knows, and according to legend, only when the cultivation has reached a certain level can peek inside, or crisscross it.

And thousands of miles away from here, a cloud of air, faintly visible two statues standing in it, a man and a woman, the man's bearing is extraordinary, the woman's handsome and beautiful, but although it is a stone statue, but vaguely can see a kind of helplessness and remorse on the faces of the two, and the strangest thing is that the two are kneeling on the ground, with their backs to the abyss, as if facing the entire afterlife, no one knows the past years.

And at this moment, a figure walked out of the two stone statues, dark green robes, fairy wind crane bones, but it was He Yinuo's childhood teacher, Pu Chen Taoist, at this moment, Pu Chen's eyes stared at the two stone statues, and for a long time there was a sigh, like melancholy, and with a little loss.

Thirty miles away from the vinegar garden, He Yinuo and He Xueman came to an abandoned post station, hoping to wait for the rain to be less and then continue to hurry, it is very strange to say, the huge post station is only two of him at the moment, I don't know if it is because it is located in a remote place, there are only a few people on the road, and there is a pavilion not far from the post station, lightning crossed, although the rain is heavy, but you can still see the three words [Ten Mile Pavilion] above, but the same is that there is no one inside.

Immediately afterwards, the thunder rolled, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little depressing, even a little weird. The wind and rain are dashing, the sky and the earth are solemn, the surroundings are pitch black, the snow is subconsciously close to Yinuo, He Yinuo took out the half-moon magic weapon, although there is a thick layer of rust outside, but there is still a silver light emitted, illuminating the surrounding land.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning pierced the sky, and there seemed to be countless pairs of eyes watching this place in the darkness, followed by a muffled thunderclap, mixed with the sound of wind and rain raging, and there seemed to be the sound of footsteps shuttling through.