Spring goes and summer comes. Before the summer solstice, Chu Chou and Zhao Zhishui stepped on the sunset and walked slowly through the little fragments of light in the forest.

Ahead is the Northern Wilderness.

The sound of the water is rattling, the birdsong is pleasant, and it is a little desolate in the reflection of the setting sun. The faint figure of the moon was already hanging high in the blue sky, but it was obscured by the glow of the blood-colored remnant sun, and could only be seen vaguely.

The stream in front of the two is not big or small, this side of the stream is the Eastern Regions, and the other side is the Northern Wilderness.

"Master, we have traveled thousands of miles, but I haven't read thousands of books yet! Otherwise, I would be a female master!" Zhao Zhishui looked at the crooked bridge in front of her, feeling a little happy in her heart.

"Female master, even the Confucian mansions in Middle-earth are not available. Chu Chou smiled.

"Then I'll sit on the first person! Just like my sword, he will definitely be second only to Master you!" Zhao Zhishui said as she walked and jumped, the pigtails on her head swayed, imagining that one day she and Master would shake the rivers and lakes with fame and do chivalrous deeds together, and they would be very happy. She forgot that now she is walking the rivers and lakes with Chu Chou. She was thrilled just by imagining it alone.

The two walked to the bridge, stopped, and lay on the old stone bridge, looking at the unhurried brook below.

The creek is crystal clear and orange-red in the setting sun, but because it is relatively shallow, you can still see the bottom of the water.

Looking at the reflection in the clear stream below, Chu Chou touched his cheek, which was extremely smooth, still the same as when he was young, without a trace of wrinkles.

This is one of the supernatural powers of the master of the world, which can rejuvenate the face, and the life expectancy has skyrocketed, after reaching the realm of the nine grades, it can live for at least hundreds of years, if the realm is improved again, reaching the peak of the nine grades, the life span is immeasurable.

Just like the Confucian holy teacher, the Buddha of Buddhism, and the Taoist ancestor of Taoism, these three people have long been beyond the world and can be called saints, not only because their wisdom is the best in the world, but also because their strength can reach the world.

Sleeves, rejuvenation, walking against the wind, invincible combat power, and mysterious are all synonymous with the masters of the world, and they are also admired by the secular imperial dynasty.

In the past 100 years, there has only been one peerless genius who has reached the peak realm of the Nine Grades, and that is Chu Wendao, that is, today's Chu Chou, who in the world does not know you?

While people all over the world admire and envy and sigh, no one knows how much pain Chu Chou has experienced, and how lonely and lonely he is now.

However, Chu Chou still has thoughts in his heart now, and there is that sword, so his state of mind is still invincible in the world, that is, the saints of the three religions got up and knocked on Chu Chou's heart and asked Chu Chou's "Tao", Chu Chou was fearless.

"The deceased is like ......"

Chu Chou looked at the stream below that was as quiet as time flowing, and sighed slightly.

He has experienced so much, it is difficult to have any big feelings, at most he sighs slightly, so as to polish the sword in his heart.

Using the WTO to polish the sword of the world, and polishing it so smoothly, this is not only because of the high and profound realm, but also because of the depth and height of the state of mind, so as to see the degree of comprehension of the "Tao". It can be said that Chu Chou is the first person in the world to be born with a sword, otherwise the demon ancestor who is the strongest in the Eastern Regions and has a lifespan of thousands of years would not sigh like this.

A very small boat floated downstream, slower and slower, until finally it came to rest directly on the surface.

On the boat, there was an old man wearing a cloth coat and straw sandals, with a hat on his head and a wooden fishing rod in his hand, sitting on a stable boat and fishing alone.

The boat did not move in the wind, and stopped on the water in front of the stone bridge where Chu Chou and Zhao Zhishui were standing.

"Old-timers, meet again. "Chu Chou saw this person in the West Pole when he was in the realm of the Seven Grades in his early years, and he didn't know his identity at the time, but now he has an inference in his heart.

"Donor, do you have any worries?"

The questioner is still the same question as it was back then, but the answerer's answer is not the answer of that year.

"None. ”

"I didn't know that the woman was no longer there, and I still had worries in my heart. Now that I know, why is there no more?"

"Back then, it was annoying and annoying the chaos of the world, and worrying was worrying about her. Now that I have seen through the world, my heart is no longer chaotic, and today I know where she is going and where she is going, and I am not worried in my heart. ”

"Really?"

"Really. ”

"Is there a big grievance in your heart?"

"Just sharpen a sword for a hundred years, and cry out for her. ”

"Understood. Donor, you're just going to do it rashly. Do you know how great the sin of thousands of people who died for one person is? Even the Buddha could not make up for it. The old man put away the fishing rod, stood up, clasped his hands together, and looked up slightly at Chu Chou on the bridge.

When Chu Chou heard this, he shook his head and said, "Not to mention how innocent that woman is, or that woman has something to do with me, the Great Sword Immortal at the peak of the Nine Ranks, but one person dies and not tens of millions, is this right?"

"The truth is not like this, the woman is indeed innocent, but she is helpless, and the woman herself is a body of luck, and she can't cultivate any avenue, and she can't purify all sentient beings. If you kill a few people for this person, it can be regarded as karma, but because of one person, tens of millions of people are killed or injured, not to mention ordinary people who can't cultivate, even if they are the descendants of the ten super sects or the princes of the four empires, it is not worth it. The old man shook his head and judged.

"Hahahaha! Are you still that bullshit Buddha?!" Chu Chou laughed when he heard this, and then looked down at the old man slightly, his eyes were bloodshot, and he said in a hoarse voice: "She is just an ordinary girl, and she is indeed very helpless in the face of the four most powerful empires in the world...... In my opinion, no matter what the reason, a person's life will never be less than the life of all people in the world! I hate that I was born 20 years later, otherwise I would have killed him and the earth would have collapsed!"

"Donor, the grievances in your heart are too rugged and too radical, and after cultivating so far, you are still trapped in one person in your heart, but the Dao Heart is strong and has not evolved into a heart demon. The old man sighed slightly, not annoyed by Chu Chou's disrespect, but just advised Chu Chou: "If the donor has to use that sword at that time, please ask the donor to pierce the old man's body first." The first man to receive your sword will be the old man. ”

"Do you really think I only have this sword?" Chu Chou sneered.

If it were to be so, the old man would have to talk to the benefactor now. When the old man who suspected of being a Buddha heard this, he quickly thought about the inextricable contexts, and then he wanted to ask Chu Chou for advice now.

"Then come to the sky to fight!" Chu Chou was extremely calm, and his figure disappeared directly.

The old man's figure also disappeared directly on the boat, leaving only Zhao Zhishui on the ground looking up at the sky, a little worried in her heart, after all, that old man may be the legendary Buddha! But she was more relieved in her heart, because she never doubted the strength of her master.

Zhao Zhishui was idle, so he looked at the boat that was still in place, and was stunned.

A moment later, the old man was bathed in golden blood and fell from the sky, while Chu Chou appeared directly on the stone bridge, and there were many palm prints and blood stains on his green shirt.

"The donor's martial arts are the first person in the millennium. Even the old man can't stop the donor's sword......" The old man looked at the young man on the bridge with a somewhat complicated face, and sighed with some emotion.

"Do you know that because of the four empires, how many families will be ruined in this world? How many people will lose their parents at an early age, and how many people will lose hope in this world from now on?!" Chu Chou asked the old man.

"So the old man will go back and stop it when the time comes, but only to block it, not to kill it all. The old man shook his head and said.

"If you don't kill them, they will still have thoughts in their hearts, and they will always be buried in the bottom of their hearts, in case when the thoughts explode, you happen to be absent or in retreat, who should the dead people be counted on?"

"You can kill some, but not a single piece of armor. Everything is suffering, and many of those armorers are forced to be helpless. ”

"There are different positions, good and evil. This is especially true on the battlefield, even if it is a dispute between gentlemen, with different positions, different beliefs, and different desires, how many people die without regrets? Even if there are regrets, they cannot stop my sword, since they live in the world, no one is without regrets, and no one is immortal. Even you, the Buddha, will one day return to dust, among the saints of the three religions, I have already seen two, I admire you, but I also feel a trace of sadness for you. Chu Chou said.

"It is true that everyone can't escape the reincarnation of heaven and will go to hell, but death is the best ending for the world......"

"Then does she have anything to gain from dying?!" Chu Chou interrupted the Buddha's words with a sneer, he felt that the Buddha had really lived too long and was too perfect.

The saddest thing in the world is that people are perfect, and the most imperfect thing is that there is no trace of regret in their hearts.

"In my opinion, I am not a saint who sits high in the clouds and overlooks all living beings, nor is I a great sword immortal with an invincible demeanor in the world, I am just a swordsman who comes out of the sword when there is injustice, and I am just a man who has a mind but cannot get it. Chu Chou looked at the Buddha who had been worshipping for thousands of years, and said, "I am different from you. ”

After saying that, Chu Chou turned around and took Zhao Zhishui to leave the stone bridge and enter the Northern Wilderness.

The old man listened to Chu Chou's last words, thinking in his heart, and the boat began to continue to flow downstream, but the old man still maintained a posture, closing his eyes and thinking.

Later, a gust of wind blew, gently blowing off the hat that the old man and Chu Chou had not dropped when they were fighting.

The old man opened his eyes suddenly, picked up the hat, and looked at the hat in his hand that had gone through vicissitudes in a daze, and his eyes were red.

"I was just like you back then...... I can't love it, so I used my own truth to submerge and seal my heart, and since then, there is no her in the world, only Buddhism. ”

The old man touched his bald head, and looked at the hat she gave him with her own hands in his hand, and still couldn't shed a single tear, because the saint had no tears.

It's just that the old man's head was suddenly covered with black hair, and then turned white, and 30,000 worries hung all over his head.