When Chen Anzhi raised his head, he saw the portrait of He Anzai hanging in the middle, the peaks and loops turned, and the people in the painting still looked like a young man, dressed in a Confucian shirt, holding a book, standing between the cliffs with a long sword on his back, looking up at the sky.

He knew where the cliff in the picture scroll was, three thousand years ago there were three people sitting there, that doomed to be fruitless conversation, was written into the history of the three states and five places, when it came to the end, the three of them each held a word and their mouths were dry, and the result was not discussed, so they began to fight until they were drunk and lay on the cliff, looking at the sky overhead.

It was also on that day that Jiang Chuyi disappeared from Sanzhou and Wudi, and Lu Mingxian changed from a Confucian saint to one of the most annoying traitors in Sanzhou and Wudi.

Chen Anzhi suddenly felt a little confused, he didn't continue to talk about the previous topic, "How did He Anzhi die?"

This is something he has always been curious about, in the rumors of Sanzhou and five places, He Xianren has already stepped on that immortal road and ascended to the position of true immortal, but as one of the people who has really seen that road, he and He Anzai know better than anyone that it is a dead end, death in all senses, whether it is body or soul.

So he didn't believe that He Anzai would go that way.

Since he did not embark on that immortal road, He Anzai, who has already achieved the lord of the world, Shou Yuan is far beyond the monks in the world, with the character of a little guy, he will definitely not tolerate rumors, and he has tarnished the reputation of Jiang Chuyi and Mr. Lu with white, but he has never appeared, and then look at the meaning of the old way and the red robe, it is obvious that He Anzai is no longer in the world.

Then what happened that no one knows, so that the Lord of the world does not exist in the world.

The head of the Far Mountain Sect shook his head, "I don't know, there are too many mysteries about the events of three thousand years ago, although I, as the head of the Far Mountain Sect, am the most powerful person in Yuzhou in Middle Earth on the surface, but this is not the case, I don't know how many dragons lurk in the calm pool, their strength is enough to cover up all the truths in this world, and the rest is what they want people to know." ”

Chen Anzhi didn't speak, waiting for the next step of the master.

The head of the Yuanshan Sect smiled bitterly: "In the sect of the peaceful and prosperous era, the person who can walk in the bright face is never the most important. ”

Chen Anzhi said calmly: "So, my every move is in their eyes?"

The head of the Far Mountain Sect nodded, "Now someone wants you not to die, at least not in the days when the long night is approaching." ”

Chen Anzhi, who didn't seem to care too much, just smiled and said, "Because only I can let Mu Chun's sword come out of the sheath?"

"Yes. The head of the Yuanshan Sect said: "If you want to resist the long night, you must have the Mu Chun Sword, so they won't let you die." ”

Chen Anzhi smiled, "So now it's not just about the two parties fighting, all kinds of demons and monsters have come out to breathe?"

The head of the Yuanshan Sect laughed and said, "Three states, five places, and four divine seas, there are so many forces. Not to mention the big countries, the small countries with the monks of the Listening Rain Realm still dare to conquer their neighbors unscrupulously, and there are still factions fighting for power within a country, not to mention these behemoths, but even if they really fight for the first place, once the long night comes, it will all be in vain. ”

In this world where saints do not participate in the fighting, it must be feared to have a country where the monks of the Listening Rain Realm are in charge, not to mention that in the dynasty, most of them worship the monks of the Canghai Realm, in the final analysis, it is still a war between the monks, so the three major dynasties of Yuzhou in Middle Earth each have official academies and sects to reserve combat power.

"You can see it clearly. Chen Anzhi bowed slightly, and then smiled: "Let's talk about some serious things, what are you looking for me?"

The head of the Yuanshan Sect may have had a lot of things before, but the arrangement of the person behind him to see Chen Anzhi today was actually the one behind him, the purpose was to tell Chen Anzhi the attitude of the Yuanshan Sect towards him, and wanted to keep him and Mu Chunjian.

This is the Yuanshan Sect established by He Immortals, in the final analysis, it is He Immortals who act, and that Lord knows He Immortal's intentions.

Although there are not many people who secretly know Chen Anzhi's identity, it is not a few, and there are not a few forces that want Chen Anzhi to die, so he wants to keep Chen Anzhi, at least until the other party has the ability to protect himself.

In this way, although I don't know what realm Chen Anzhi can recover to after a long night, if he really returns to the saint realm, even if something unpleasant happens between him and Yuanshan in the future, Chen Anzhi may be able to take care of the old feelings and not have a bad relationship with the Yuanshan Sect.

Besides, after all, the Great Sword Immortal, who was once a saint, whether it is insight or Dao rhyme, is extremely tempting for any sect and dynasty in the three states and five places.

Therefore, the head of the Yuanshan Sect tried his best to show the intention of wooing, and said a lot of things, the purpose was to find out if Chen Anzhi was a member of the Yuanshan Sect now, but Chen Anzhi's face was indifferent and he couldn't see the result, so he was a little confused.

I originally wanted to ask, but now I am a little hesitant.

Chen Anzhi looked at the expression of the head of the Yuanshan Sect, thought for a while, and said calmly: "It was Miss Mu who saved me, at least I will protect her." ”

The head of the Far Mountain Sect smiled bitterly: "What do you say?"

Chen Anzhi smiled and didn't speak, just looked at the Yuanshan Sect in charge.

The head of the Far Mountain Sect sighed, and after thinking about it for a while, he said in a somewhat consultative tone, "After this big test, I want Mu Ruyi to enter the cliff gate. ”

A light flashed in Chen An's eyes, and he chuckled, "Yes." ”

The head of the Far Mountain Sect was slightly stunned, and asked tentatively, "Nothing else?"

"It's gone. Chen Anzhi nodded.

The head of the Far Mountain Sect was puzzled, "Is that so?"

Chen Anzhi asked rhetorically, "Otherwise?"

Cliff Gate, he had been.

Over the years, he has been the only one who has been.

There was nothing in it.

A stone table, a stone bench, and a stone bed.

There's a lot of stuff in there.

A boulder, stone walls on all sides, and criss-crossing sword marks, stacked sword intent.

These things are not just by saying, so Chen Anzhi has nothing to say, at least nothing to say about the Yuanshan Sect.

The Distant Mountain Sect Sect Leader smiled, took out a jade pendant, and handed it to Chen Anzhi, "This is left by He Immortal, it is beneficial to your Great Dao Foundation, it is sincerity." ”

"Bloody?" Chen Anzhi didn't reach out to pick it up, but looked at the Yuanshan Sect Sect and asked.

Chen Anzhi recognized this thing, this jade pendant is not precious, but the victory is that He An raises it with aura all the year round, as the so-called, people raise jade for three years, and people raise jade for a lifetime, not to mention He An has raised this jade for more than three years.

Therefore, it is of great benefit that his broken spiritual sea can be nourished with jade.

The head of the Yuanshan Sect was not surprised, and explained with a smile: "This thing can only be regarded as precious to us, and its value is not comparable to the meaning, so I took it out in exchange for the kindness of the Great Sword Immortal, it couldn't be better." ”

Chen Anzhi pushed open the door and walked out, and saw Mu Ruyi standing not far away, looking at the moon with his head held high.

The moonlight fell, draped her in a light veil.

Chen Anzhi walked slowly and said curiously, "Is there anything in the sky?"

Mu Ruyi shook his head slowly, and said with a chuckle: "No, I just suddenly looked up and found that the sky was really vast, but I was too small, so I was a little fascinated." ”

Chen Anzhi smiled brightly: "Actually, this night is not very big, just enough to use a sword to cut it open." ”

Mu Ruyi smiled and asked, "So how many swords do you need?"

She had never seen Chen Anzhi's sword, but she felt the remnants of the sword intent in Shenkeng Village, so she didn't think Chen Anzhi was joking.

Chen Anzhi smiled dumbly, he didn't expect the girl to really take it seriously, and thought about it for a while, "It probably takes nine swords, and the ninth sword is enough to open the sky." ”

Mu Ruyi suddenly burst out laughing, she stretched out her finger and pointed to the sky, "Jiang Chuyi didn't cut it with more than ten swords back then, how could you open the sky with nine swords?"

Chen Anzhi restrained his smile and said seriously: "I'm talking about the long night, I'm talking about you." ”

This sentence was not only for Mu Ruyi, but also for the old guy on the wall who pricked up his ears.

Mu Ruyi turned around in a daze, confused, "Huh?"

Chen Anzhi regained his smile and raised his eyebrows, "Because you are the second Great Sword Immortal." ”

The girl nodded when she heard this, her smile bloomed, and her eyes were clear and pure, full of carefreeness.

Chen Anzhi thought thoughtfully, "Speaking of which, you will play tomorrow's big test." ”

Mu Ruyi said: "Well, the opponent is Senior Brother Shao on the second floor, and it should be a tricky guy." ”

Chen Anzhi chuckled, "Really?"

Mu Ruyi blinked, and the corners of her mouth smiled, "Of course it's fake, after all, I'm Mu Daxian." ”

The cool breeze was blowing, and the bright moon seemed to be melted into the wind, gently playing with the white shirt.

The head of the Yuanshan Sect sat at the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and the conversation outside reached his ears without leakage, especially the discussion about 'opening the sky', when he heard Chen Anzhi talk about the long night and Mu Ruyi, he finally showed a comfortable smile.

Chen Anzhi didn't stay on the first floor for too long.

The two walked to the white jade bridge of the first peak and separated, Mu Ruyi handed Chen Anzhi a delicate and small jade with some medicinal powder, and when he was waiting on the first floor, he did a simple bandage, but he still had to change the medicine.

Chen Anzhi took the jade and said thank you, turned around and stepped on the white jade bridge to the nineteenth floor, without telling the girl that the wound wrapped in the white cloth had already healed.

Mu Ruyi didn't ask Chen Anzhi what he said to the master, just like she didn't ask about Shenkeng Village and Chunfeng Fugui, in her heart, when the time comes, Chen Anzhi will definitely tell her.

Back in her room, she took off the long sword she was carrying, pinned the sword to her waist like Chen Anzhi, but she felt awkward, held the long sword in her hand, and gently held up the low-hanging sword spike with her slender hand, and the candlelight rippled in the long eyes of Qiushui, as if she was puzzled.

Why... Does it feel familiar?

Chen Anzhi slowly returned to the courtyard on the nineteenth floor, looked at Xue Changyi's courtyard, thought about it, walked to his courtyard, pushed the door in, and then looked helpless.

"Miss Luo, how long have you been waiting?"

The breeze and the bright moon, the table under the bamboo, the teapot and the teacup, Luo Yuetong saw someone coming in, and said softly, "It didn't take long." ”

Chen Anzhi sat at the table, observing meticulously, catching a glimpse of the gauze and medicine bottle in the girl's hand, but pretending not to see it, stretched out his hand and poured a cup of tea.

Luo Yuetong saw Chen Anzhi's bandaged palm, flashed a trace of surprise, quietly put his hand behind his back, and asked softly, "I saw you using Senior Sister Mu's sword today." ”

Chen Anzhi didn't answer and said, "Are you confident in the big test?"

Luo Yuetong's big eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and said proudly: "Of course there is, when the time comes, you can watch me show my might!"

Chen Anzhi nodded, "That's good." ”

Then neither of them spoke, but an unknown insect cried softly in the mountains, and the slight wind blew people very pleasantly.

Luo Yuetong took a short breath, stood up and put the things in his hand on the table, and said with a cheerful smile: "Then I'll go back." ”

Luo Yuetong was about to leave the courtyard, and when she was about to walk out of the courtyard gate, she suddenly turned around and asked, "Little junior brother, if it were me and Senior Sister Mu, who do you think would win?"

Probably realizing that there was something wrong with her words, the girl shook her head, returned to her previous lively appearance, and asked herself with a smile on her face, "That's right, I'm not as powerful as Senior Sister Mu, it's all something you don't need to ask." ”

Without waiting for the other party to speak, the girl jumped and ran away.

The fluttering words fell in Chen Anzhi's ears, and the heart lake that had been calm for a long time rippled with a little empty feeling.

Chen Anzhi hung his head.

What kind of mood is this? How long has it been since I felt like this?

He didn't know, probably for a long time.

It was a long time before he remembered, sighed faintly, and muttered, "This is probably loss." ”

The girl, who looked cheerful in the distance, gradually slowed down and walked slowly down the road, looking down at her toes.

"It's another year of snow turning into spring water. "Xue Changyi stood in the courtyard with his hands in his hands, his eyes passed through the wall, and fell on the girl's back," Mingyue smiled affectionately. ”

Chen Anzhi didn't dwell on that emotion for too long, locked the courtyard door, sat on the edge of the bed, held Mu Chunjian in his hand, took out the jade pendant from his arms, and chuckled, he knew that the Yuanshan Sect had the intention of using himself, but he still accepted it, because the time was too tight, and there was still a long way to go, so he couldn't delay.

Besides, the long night is coming, although he doesn't know what He An is thinking, but with Chen Anzhi's understanding of him, he must not want to see the world of devastation, even if the head of the Yuanshan Sect does not come forward, he will find a way to enter the nineteenth floor and slash the enemy with nine swords.

Now, it's just a matter of picking everything out on the surface.

However, knowing that he couldn't die yet, Chen Anzhi was also relieved.

Next, it is to borrow the jade pendant to repair the spiritual sea.

Holding the jade pendant in his hand, a warm warmth flowed into the skin, wandering around along the meridians, and Chen Anzhi's body was as crystal as jade, emitting a faint light.

At this moment, there was an ethereal wisp of smoke on the jade pendant, which swam in the air and slowly sank into the long sword at his waist.

Chen Anzhi's eyes were closed, and the corners of his mouth twitched into a chuckle.

Little one, do you feel it too?

It's his aura.

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Ye Fanglan squatted on the stump, glanced at the sky from time to time, and spitted, "I said I shouldn't have come so early." ”

In front of him, the young master who is in the official residence of the Great Liang Dynasty is a good one, where is there half a point of majesty, if he drags the official robe on his body at this moment, he will get rid of the old man of the people.

The golden-armored guard behind him stood straight, his palms resting on the blade all the time, staring ahead without squinting.

"Are you scolding me in your heart?" Ye Fang asked with a sudden turn.

The guard was still staring ahead, and replied without any expression, "No." ”

Ye Fanglan sneered, turned the cigarette stick upside down, knocked it on the stump, and said to himself: "I know, you people don't say it, you people think in your heart that I am too desperate to do things, and I kill people at every turn, just say that the monk who condenses the three souls, the one who just entered the river, what is it called?"

The guard was still indifferent, like a puppet, and his lips moved slightly to remind, "Yang Jiji, my lord." ”

"Phew. Ye Fanglan raised the cigarette stick and smashed it on the guard's waist, scolding: "I'll just say that you all hate me in your hearts." ”

The casual beating became terrifying when it came from listening to the rain realm monk, but I don't know how strong this golden-armored guard was, after eating this beating, he didn't frown.

Ye Fanglan sighed, put the cigarette stick into the bag and dug up some tobacco leaves, pressed it with his fingers, squinted his eyes and said: "This Yang Jicheng, what else do you say, 'Haoqi is still too empty, Dan's heart is eternal." The life has not been reported to the country, and it is left as a loyal soul. ', I'm sorry, it's also our Majesty's kindness, didn't disperse his soul, and let him go to the Langxi River to be a water ghost, you said that this Langxi River God was cut off from the incense, and let me send this Yang Jixiang into the Langxi River, the ghost knows that in a few hundred years, the old boy will not achieve what landscape god. But that Yang Jicheng is really like this, he has to advocate killing the god of the Langxi River, and he doesn't look at His Majesty's intentions at all, that's all, but Li Kanxian, the old boy, also coaxed, this doesn't have to kill Yang Jixiang, and belittle Li Kanxian to the second grade, which is honest. ”

Ye Fanglan lit the tobacco leaves, didn't smoke it, put it in his hand, and let out a deep breath, remembering that when he went to visit Yang Jicheng in prison to persuade him to confess his guilt, the other party spat blood on his face, saying that it was a mediocre like him who had tarnished Liang's luck for thousands of years.

Luck.

How heavy the word luck is.

Ye Fanglan never felt that he had done something wrong, he just hung a different path from those so-called loyal ministers, those people cared about the luck of Da Liang, and what he had been planning was the real luck of Da Liang, which was also the Great Dao.

Killed the Langxi River God, how majestic was the luck that dispersed in that moment?

But did Yang Jicheng do something wrong? Ye Fanglan didn't think it either, so he pleaded with His Majesty to let Yang Jixiang's soul go to the Langxi River, if it can be done, in a few hundred years, he will definitely undertake one of the river transportation of Daliang.

It's just that this time is too long after all.

It's been so long that I don't know how many more Yang Jixiang will die in vain.

"Immortals fight, mortals suffer. Ye Fanglan glanced at the sky, rolling thunder sounded, the clouds hung down as if they were about to collapse the eaves, and lowered his head in front of the river dozens of zhang wide, "You must not fail, otherwise you will die in vain." ”

The old man felt a little lonely, so he turned his head and asked, "Do you know what loneliness is?"

Before the golden armor guard could speak, Ye Fanglan scolded with a smile: "You idiot knows a fart." ”

He flattened his gaze and remembered the words of a certain sage he had read in a book: the word loneliness is taken apart and seen, there are children, fruits, animals, mosquitoes and flies, which are enough to support the mouth of the alley in a midsummer evening, full of human feelings. Under the willow shed of the childish children, the thin dogs chase butterflies in the narrow alley. There are many laughs and smiles in the world, but I have two sideburns to spare.

Of course, the children's fruits, beasts, mosquitoes and flies are lively, but it has nothing to do with him, this is called loneliness.

Ye Fanglan rubbed his hands, stood up, and suddenly exuded a momentum that stood up to the sky, like an arrogant star hanging high in the starry sky.

He looked up at the sky, and then at the rushing river.

"It's almost over. ”