Li Xia felt that the powerlessness that had disappeared in her heart for a long time returned. The vast Kyushu, the world is wide, and it is not easy to find two people.

He thought about it again and again, but he still didn't dare to believe Shen Yi'an's seemingly unreliable hexagram, and decided to go back to the hut in Yangzhou first to see if there were any traces left before they fled—yes, he was sure that these two people had escaped and nothing else had happened, and he didn't even want to think about this possibility. He didn't know if the other sword masters of the Five Swords would react if the other sword masters in his hand would react, so he simply tried his best to believe that they just fled.

Erya's small body was still lying quietly in that dilapidated room. Li Xia sighed, dug a pit in the yard, and buried her.

"Don't blame me. He said silently in his heart, "Your mother's burial is too far away, I don't have time to take you over again." Little girl, fall asleep, you can go to her again. ”

He walked around the room, convinced that there was not even a trace of a fight, but the wooden bed where Gu Yuan was lying in the room was almost destroyed. Even if Gu Yuan was seriously injured, Chi Yuan would never be able to be restrained, Li Xia changed his mind slightly, maybe the two of them were not in the house when this house was attacked?

So where did they go?

Li Xia paused for a moment, and suddenly sat on the broken wooden bed, using her spiritual power to feel her surroundings. He clenched the ring, and the golden unicorn jumped out and spun around the room a little restlessly.

He felt right. The state of the Spirits confirms this even more. There was only demonic energy and another kind of spiritual power in this room. This spiritual power is fluttering but long, and it definitely does not belong to Chi Yuan or Gu Yuan. Could it be that someone came to save them?

Who is it?

Li Xia tentatively poked the Ling: "Can you find the owner of this spiritual power?"

The golden unicorn tilted its head and blinked a little aggrievedly.

"Then did you contact Shangchiling? You should have met. ”

The Spirit's eyes closed, and the golden light oozing from his body became brighter. However, the light dissipated after a while, and the Qilin hung his head, his face disappointed and the same as Li Xia's.

"Since the Red Spirit didn't react, the condition of the Red Feather Sword shouldn't be good, right?" Li Xia analyzed with his cheeks and the Spirit, "In other words, in this case, Chi Yuan is unlikely to make a move, so who took them? Who would know that they are here?"

The unicorn didn't know if he understood it, and he rotated in circles in place.

"Could it be ......" Li Xia's eyes suddenly lit up, "Is it Gu Yuan himself?" So most likely, it is...... Teleporters?"

So where will Gu Yuan pass himself on?

Qingzhou. Li Xia came up with this answer in an instant.

Gu Yuan's personality is unpredictable, but if he says that he will leave a hole card for himself, then that place must be Qingmen. Lysa slammed his heart into his ribs twice, and in a moment, he trusted his own judgment. The sword of Chang'an rose, and Li Xia went all the way to Qingzhou.

By this time, he hadn't slept for two nights.

Li Xia only felt dizzy, and was almost blown off the Chang'an Sword by the not very gentle night wind. The lights of Tongcheng at night are not scarce, and the starry light in the dark night converges into a warm little city, wrapped in a soft orange light that wraps the slumber. For some reason, Li Xia's heart suddenly quieted down.

He fell to the ground and entered the nearest inn. He didn't even go to the second floor, he directly asked for a single room on the first floor, threw himself into the bed and fell asleep.

He vaguely had a dream in which his father had a straight face and his mouth was open and closed, as if to tell him something. Li Xia listened blankly, but there was a slight ringing in his ears, suppressing that he couldn't hear anything.

Father seemed to smile a little, which should have been extremely difficult. He almost pounced on the middle-aged man's fading figure. But he didn't make it. Because everything suddenly resembles an ink painting that has been wet by rain, and the colors are mixed into an illusory silhouette. The scene in the dream suddenly turned to a gloomy scene.

Facing away from him was a man in white, with a long sword in his hand with red beads falling. An old man on the side fell to the ground, blurred, unable to see if he was still alive. The man in white turned. He also seemed to be extremely injured, and struggled to walk towards Li Xia step by step. The tip of the sword dragged on the ground, making a shallow mark. He finally stood still, his foggy eyebrows cleared, and Li Xia clearly heard himself gasp - it was Bai Xun.

"I've completed the mission, can the Holy Sword be returned to me?"

There was a different kind of firmness in his gaze, as if through Li Xia, he was looking at someone.

No, no, Li Xia shook his head, what is the meaning of "giving it back to him"? Shouldn't the holy sword belong to the five gates of the Heavenly Sword? Could it be that he also belongs to one of the five gates of the Heavenly Sword?

Before Li Xia could drive away this terrible thought, the picture blurred and faded away like Liulan.

Li Xia was dizzy from being shaken, and when he calmed down again, Bai Xun was already sitting on the high platform in a gorgeous robe. The smile on his lips was warm, and the warm Li Xia even wondered if this person was Bai Xun or not.

"Xiao Xiao, is there only one thing you trust in me? If I say that the holy sword is exchanged for the magic sword, you will not suffer. ”

"You're a liar. "There seems to be a sound coming from near Lixia.

"No, that's not my intention, it's just that I didn't see your sincerity. So...... Naturally, I can't give it to you. ”

"I don't want to get involved in the Central Plains anymore!"

"Listen to the voice inside the cliff, do you think they will agree with my wish?"

"It's pointless!"

"The underworld is tied to me, which is meaning in itself, as long as there is a sect, you can't escape from the strife. If there is the strength of confrontation, whether black or white, as long as the forces are evenly matched and balanced by each other, the so-called peace can be achieved, isn't it?

"That's your excuse?"

"Not an excuse. Bai Xun's smile blurred, and his voice became illusory, "It's an ideal." ”

The world is spinning. The picture comes to an abrupt end, and Li Xia seems to be suddenly in the boundless darkness. He fell asleep, but he was awake, and he realized that what he had just seen was more than just a dream. The thick dark texture was fine, and Li Xia struggled to break through, but was finally escorted into the darkness for a longer and deeper time. He struggled again, escaping, but at the same time curled up, evading, until the light suddenly fell on the tip of his nose, and he grabbed the life-saving straw and rushed out.

He sat up abruptly, and it was already light.

Li Xia stretched out his hand blankly and tried to grab a handful of sunshine, but saw that in the palm of his hand, there was a red pattern, like a small flame, jumping up.