"It generally refers to ......" Liang Yi was confused by this question.

"At first, it was said that it would take three days, but now it's only one day and one night, and the Stars Club is coming to an end, don't you think it's strange?" was asked by Xu Changfeng like this, Liang Yi suddenly understood something.

He hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice, "You mean, the five major sects are deliberately trying to speed up the progress of the Star Society?"

"Except for the five major sects, it is estimated that no one has this right. Xu Changfeng nodded.

Why do the five major sects save themselves?

If Liang Yi hadn't rushed over in time, even if he had a ten-year lamp in his body, he would have been forcibly drained of his spiritual power by Wei Changting, and the consequences would be unimaginable. And within the five major sects, he didn't know many people, so there might be only one possibility......

"Zhongli Xueyu is secretly helping himself?" the young man thought to himself.

Recalling the various events that happened in Yangzhou City, he had unconsciously entered the field of vision of the Canglan Sword Sect, and the latter was also quietly linked to him, but what was the purpose of this, the young man had not yet known.

At this moment, a blue bright light suddenly lit up in the dark cave, and a road like a paved galaxy appeared in front of the two of them, this road was very long, reaching the end of the darkness.

"Xu Changfeng, Liang Yi, please leave here quickly. Immediately after, a majestic man's voice echoed in the ears of the two of them, and everyone could hear it, it was the voice of Sect Master Fu.

"False and real, true and false, false and ......false," Xu Changfeng couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The environment they are in at the moment is nothing, but it is real that binds them. The same is true of the galaxy road in front of us. It was supposed to be non-existent, but now it is.

......

Just a few hours ago, at the end of the curtain.

Above Pingshui, is Pingshan.

In the eyes of many Jianghu people, Pingshan is just a legend.

It has been said that there are countless gold and silver treasures hidden on Pingshan, the most powerful martial arts secrets in the world, and there is a panacea that can make people immortal. It's just that the road to Pingshan is extremely dangerous, once you cross Pingshui, you will step into the boundary of Pingshan, and at that time, it will be life and death.

There were many people who did not believe in the heresy of ghosts and gods who went to Pingshan day and night, and in the end, no one returned. After many years, occasionally one or two people with broken legs appeared in the rivers and lakes, and they were those who went to Pingshan ten years ago to seek gold and silver treasures. Some are even masters of the rivers and lakes with unique skills, but they are also missing arms and legs, and they return in embarrassment.

From then on, no one would dare to go to Pingshan to die, and Pingshan gradually turned from people's rumors to legends, a terrifying nightmare, and a forbidden area.

At this time, it is already evening, and the misty smoke rises between the mountains and forests, and this mountain forest under the red of the sunset is like a fairyland on earth.

"Knock...... Knock ......"

At this time, a bell rang through the ages

The sound suddenly echoed from the dense mountain forest, startling several dark birds, they hovered over Pingshan, suddenly flying high, suddenly diving, they seemed to be very frightened.

The ancient bell rang ten times, but after the tenth the bell came to an abrupt end, and the echo seemed to die for that moment, and the blackbirds in the sky flew slowly, lurking in the dense woods under the twilight galaxy.

"Zimo, how long have you been here in Pingshan?"

In a pavilion in the mountains and forests, a man in an old Taoist robe sits quietly on a stone bench. He was only twenty or thirty years old, with a sturdy figure and clear eyes, obviously a little unsuitable for this old Taoist dress, and even looked a little awkward and ridiculous, but no one cared about what he was wearing.

In the pavilion, there was also a man and a woman, the man was in his early eighteen, kneeling quietly on the ground. The woman, Mo was about twenty years old, standing at the stone table, silently making tea.

"Master, Zimo has been in Pingshan for ten years. The young man in white who was kneeling on the ground said in a low voice, his tone slightly heavy.

It seemed that the ten bells of Fang Cai were still echoing in my mind, like a torrent of wild currents, stirring endlessly.

These ten bells rang for him.

"It's been ten years, and it's time for you to go down the mountain. The man in the robe said in a calm tone.

Hearing this, the woman who was making tea couldn't help but tremble her hands, and the young man in white kneeling on the ground was also earthy, and he stopped talking.

"Master!" At this moment, a girl's voice came from outside the long pavilion, and I saw a girl in a light red dress on the stone road outside the long pavilion, with a small brown raccoon lying on her shoulder, and her age should be similar to Zimo's age.

"Master, do you really want to drive the little junior brother away?" the girl asked anxiously when she came to the outside of the long pavilion, and she didn't have time to take care of her luggage.

I saw the man in the Taoist robe shook his head and said in a low voice, "At the beginning, you know the rules of Pingshan, for ten years, Zimo is still blocked by the meridians, and the way of martial arts has not even stepped into the threshold. I also know that you and your senior brother have made a lot of home remedies for Zimo in private, but this is his fate, and if he doesn't enter the way of martial arts, how can he take revenge?"

Zimo knelt on the ground, his hands clenched into fists, his not-so-sharp nails pressed into the flesh, and the sharp pain kept his confused consciousness awake.

That night ten years ago, it was a nightmare.

It is his blood hatred, and it is also the blood hatred of the entire Pingshan.

Yi Chu hesitated for a while, and wanted to say something more, only to see Zimo kowtow three times to the man in the Taoist robe, and then stood up, his legs trembling a little, "Zimo knows, I'll go pack my luggage and leave Pingshan tomorrow." ”

After Zimo finished speaking, he turned his head and walked out of the pavilion, the sky had already darkened, and his figure gradually merged with the darkness, and finally disappeared on the winding stone road.

Yi Chu came back to his senses, hurriedly looked at the woman who was making tea, and asked puzzledly, "Second Senior Sister, why don't you stop the little junior brother? How dangerous it is for him to go down the mountain alone!"

The tea-making woman turned unhurriedly and took out three teacups from the baggage behind her, and then poured three cups of fragrant tea.

Yi Chu stared at her with wide eyes, this woman named Qi Meng was her second senior sister, and the second senior sister who was also a junior brother. On weekdays, in addition to the senior brother, he is the second favorite junior brother, why ...... today?

She looked at Yi Chu and said, "Little junior sister, do you know why the first tea is called washing tea, and the second tea is the real tea?"

Yi Chu couldn't help but be stunned.

"Pingshan has been ten years old, and the dirt on your little brother's appearance has been washed away, but the wounds in his heart can't be washed away. Qi Meng said slowly, "The only way to enter the world is to enter the world." Experience the ups and downs of the world, and your little junior can truly grow. Maybe we can let him stay in Pingshan for the rest of his life, but can your senior brother protect him for the rest of his life? He always has to be alone, and his revenge can only be avenged by him. ”

The man in the Taoist robe nodded, "What Qi Meng said is right, at the beginning, you should also go back to rest, and accompany you Zimo down the mountain tomorrow, your family has already written you several letters, you should also go home and take a look." ”

"Master?" Yi Chu was suddenly speechless, and once again stared at the man in the Taoist robe with wide eyes.

A song of rivers and lakes, Pingshui meets.

Sometimes, it's fate......

She didn't understand Master's intentions, but she could faintly feel that her life would be tightly tied to the life of her little junior brother.

Zimo staggered down the mountain, although Pingshan was not very steep, but for a worldly person who did not know martial arts, it was still a little difficult to walk.

Master has an order that he can't easily go out of the mountain without his permission, so the farthest place Zimo has gone to in the past ten years is the shore of Pingshui, which is also where he often comes alone.

Looking at the slowly flowing water, he can always recall many things.

However, on the shore of Pingshui today, there is one more man. Obviously it didn't rain, he still held up an umbrella, he walked a little awkwardly, it seemed that he was injured, his clothes were clean and tidy, so Zimo was very curious about how he crossed Pingshui.

"This is Pingshan, a place you shouldn't have come. Zimo looked at him and said in a low voice.

This is not an eviction order, but a friendly persuasion. Since ten years ago, those brave people who braved Pingshan went out with broken arms and legs, and no one has come here.

"I know. The man with the umbrella whispered, "I'm just here to find someone." ”

"There's no one you're looking for here. Zimo shook his head and said.

The man holding the umbrella wanted to say something, but suddenly a strange voice sounded in the ears of the two of them, "Zimo, the person who is here is a guest, let him come up." ”

Zimo frowned, but he still respectfully bowed towards Pingshan, "Yes, Master." ”

A smile appeared on the corner of the umbrella man's mouth, "Thank you." ”

He climbed Pingshan lightly, and in less than ten breaths, he came to the pavilion outside the mountain.

The fragrance of tea still wafts through the court

, but this atmosphere seems a little sad.

"You're here?" The man in the Taoist robe raised his head slightly, looking at the man holding the umbrella in front of him, and a complicated color flashed in his eyes.

"You and I haven't known each other for the first day, so why bother with all these polite words?" The man holding the umbrella put away the oil umbrella in his hand and strode into the pavilion, "The purpose of my coming, I think you should also know." ”

"I have already let Zimo go down the mountain, and the rest depends on his chance. The man in the robe took a sip of tea and said lightly.

"General Feng Dingchan's son?" A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the man holding the umbrella.

"If it wasn't for the people of the Spirit Clan who didn't keep their promises back then, how could this King of Nanping be so prosperous in Nanjun now?" The man in the Taoist robe shook his head, "The matter of the Spirit Clan has been delayed for too long, and now even this dynasty may have to forget the existence of Pingshan, right?"

The man in the Taoist robe looked up at the starry sky, in order to preserve the last inheritance of Pingshan, he had to close the mountain and live in seclusion, this eternal crime is impossible to wash away after all.

"It's a pity that the Hidden Sect is gone. The man in the robe couldn't help but sigh.

"In the past ten years, many things have happened on the rivers and lakes, but they are still within your expectations. The man with the umbrella shook his head and said, "Since you're prepared, what do I need to do?"

(End of chapter)