"Master, is this the end?" Zhu Mian asked.

"Well, it's over, don't listen. Hua Yuan grinned and handed the sword back into Zhu Mian's hand.

"Is the master going down the mountain?"

"Down. ”

"There is labor. Zhu Mian thanked him and retreated.

After the discussion was decided, the army began to move, and the army went up the mountain.

Before leaving, Wu Huanling asked tentatively: "The thirty-six people of the Jianghu Sword Sect the day before yesterday are also good helpers, I don't know if they are willing to help?"

Uncle Zong said curtly: "That's true, if they are willing to help, they will have a better chance of winning." ”

"Then I'll try?" Wu said.

The large army rushed towards Tianmu Mountain in the north of the city, and there were already heavy troops in front of them, and now they were all infantry and cultivators. Watching the lively crowd surround layer after layer, warning solemn and other signs handed one after another, but it didn't work.

Gui Zhuang stretched out his hand to stop, drew his sword and slashed the sky, a black light shot out, and then exploded, and the sword qi cut through the clothes of the people around him.

"Idle people retreat as soon as possible, otherwise this sword will kill you without mercy!" Gui Zhuang shouted as he looked at the crowd. Everyone didn't dare to make a mistake when they heard this, so they were bored and slowly dispersed.

Wu Hanling followed behind the troops with thirty-six people. Although the battle was short, it caused all thirty-six people to suffer some skin injuries, Meng Ye scratched the back of his hand, and Yang Kanmei, a guest of Simingye, was also split in the heart, almost half a finger hurt his eyes, and the rest were more or less injured.

Originally, even if Wu Wanling didn't look for them, they would continue to surround the sword thieves. Seeing that the group of thieves were trapped on Tianmu Mountain, the thirty-six people decided to rest and wait for the army to fight again.

Li Jimian and Beihou Xun had already stood far away at the foot of Tianmu Mountain, waiting for the final result of this encirclement and suppression. At that time, before the overlord fled, he suddenly turned around, and a sword light swept Li Jimian, pushed Li Jimian against the wall, and touched his arm.

The flute boy also wanted to go west, but he saw a vigorous black-shirted man downstairs, more than six feet tall, with a small nose, slender eyebrows, and a slashed face.

Everyone gathered at the foot of Tianmu Mountain, just waiting for Wu Hanling to start giving the order to go up the mountain.

The overlord and his gang had also prepared fortifications a long time ago, and all around them were some huge trees and boulders.

Captain Liu San was about to speak to attack the mountain, but Guizhuang stopped him and said, "Wait a little longer." ”

After waiting for a day, Liu San was already impatient, and seeing that it was about to be noon, he hurried to take advantage of this opportunity to cut off people's heads, and asked scoldingly: "How long have you been waiting for your mother?"

Gui Zhuang didn't roll his eyes, he just didn't speak, Liu San was afraid of Gui Zhuang's swordsmanship, but he was secretly sulking, gritting his teeth and stomping his feet.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, I heard the sound of wooden fish floating in the distance on the mountain road, and a big monk with an inch head and a robe came with a group of small monks holding wooden fish magic weapons.

"Bang Bang".

"Ermu, where did you get so many bald donkeys?" Liu San spat out.

"It's late, it's late—" Monk Huayuan said.

"Master. Gui Zhuang saluted, he had heard of the name of the monk of Huayuan.

"One drum!" said the Huayuan monk to a group of young monks.

"Bang Bang-" The wooden fish increased the force of the percussion.

"Ergu!" said the monk again.

"Bang Bang Bang. ”

Suddenly, a golden light shrouded the body of the monk Huayuan, and I saw him whisper a few words, and the robe suddenly flew to the high mountain in the distance, standing in the hollow, bubbling and fluttering.

Everyone was taken aback, and even Gui Zhuang didn't expect him to have such a hand.

The overlord had already felt a sword aura approaching, his right hand was slowly raised, and when he was about to fall, he suddenly noticed that the sword qi was floating directly above, and he saw a monk's robe suspended above his head.

With a "bang", the sword light of the overlord hit the robe, and all the trees in the woods fell down due to the impact of the sword qi.

As soon as the monk stumbled, the little monks behind him all knocked on the wooden fish more quickly.

The robe still floats in mid-air.

"One knock on the head of the head to listen to the word, the second knock for the word of me. Huayuan shouted loudly.

The overlord felt that Gu Dull had a kind of reaction force impacting, and it seemed that he was about to get out of his hand, so he used his vitality to suppress it.

"Are you free, can you listen to me?" said to him. There was darkness in his sea of consciousness, and he was trying to search for the dull light and shadow.

Song Wu crutched the arm of Young Uncle Zong, and said in a low voice, "Can such a mysterious thing work?"

"If you don't do it, this great monk has two strokes. Uncle Zong whispered.

"Can you speak for me?" The sea of knowledge of the monk has been bumpy, and it seems that there is a powerful force about to appear.

"Who are you? Can you speak for me?"

"Master!"

Monk Huayuan seemed to hear a low voice, and he tried to find the direction in the sea of consciousness to find the source of the sound.

Gu Dull had the momentum of a tiger again, its soul seemed to be awakening, and the sword body was swinging all the time. The overlord still felt entangled in his hands holding the sword hard, and the strength of the two was contending again.

"You're going to betray me again?" the overlord shouted angrily at Gu Dut.

"Don't forget who you are and who unearthed you!"

......

The thousand-year-old problem of "who are you" is also confusing Li Brown. At this moment, he has been sitting on the four-fold mountain for four hours, and he still hasn't figured out how to deal with it, and the first question is "who are you?"

Sichong Mountain seems to be calm, but in fact, it is full of dangers, and Li Brown has been chased and intercepted by his shadow. Can't go up, can't go down, even the fruit eaten is Xiaohu from the bottom of the mountain, a smell of saliva.

Strangely, as long as Li Brown has something in his hand, there is also something in his shadow's hand.

But there is also one difference, that is, Xiaohu. When Li Brown was holding Xiaohu in his hand, the shadow hand was empty.

He didn't figure it out either.

"Who are you, who am I?" asked Li Brown as he faced the shadow.

The shadow is asking the same question.

"Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. The moon does not drink, and the shadow disciples follow me. Li Brown sighed, but didn't get an answer, because he really couldn't prove that he and the shadow were true or false.

How do you prove that you are yourself, how do you know who you are, how do you destroy me?

He patted his head and fell to the ground, facing a shadow lying like him.

"He seems to have found his way. A Taoist on the top of the mountain said.

"It's still early, it's far from it. The elder brother said.

"Senior brother, have you ever thought about this question? Who are you?"

"Who am I? The ancients borrowed the body, the ancients made intentions, from the ancients, to the ancients. I'm the same. ”

"What if it's a word?"

The senior brother said: "Accept." ”

"Second Senior Brother, what about you?"

"Broken. ”

"Senior brother, you always ask us, what about you?"

And. ”