Su Yi found herself in a narrow street, and as far as the eye could see, there was silence.

Su Yi subconsciously hugged herself, but suddenly felt a piece of moonlight shining on her through the night sky, and at the same time, there were some other sounds around, there were dogs barking, there were wind sounds, and there was a flute sound wrapped in the moonlight, rolling up an autumn mood.

Su Yi paused, and before she could figure out where the sound of the flute came from, her body took a step forward in one direction.

Stop, stop! Su Yi tried to control her pace, but found that it was useless, as if this body was not her own.

The body controlled Su Yi to stop, looked up, and out of sight, saw a man in Xuanyi on the tree. The owner of the body walked over silently, leaned against the tree and hugged his body together, closed his eyes and half took a nap and half listened to the flute.

The sound of the flute gradually stopped, and the man on the tree leaned down and looked curiously at the ball under the tree, "Hey, what are you?"

The body tightened, and a muffled voice came out: "People." ”

"Hehe," the man in the tree laughed, "it's funny. Are you sure you're a human being, though?"

The owner of the body seemed to have been poked in the heart, buried his head in his knees, and stopped speaking.

The man on the tree still persevered, "I heard, you are a person?"

"Is that enough!" The owner of the body suddenly got up, "I'm a monster! Okay! Are you happy?"

"Monsters?" the man in the tree leaned into the flute and fixed the body, "Do you know what a monster is?"

"Do you think it's a monster if you're different from people? Do you think it's a monster to be scolded by someone? I'm telling you, it's not—"

"You are a monster only if you yourself feel that you are a monster, and if you really think you are human, you will always be human. ”

Su Yi only felt that he was being pulled back to the place by a force, and was forced to raise his head to look up at the man, Su Yi was also stunned, the person in front of him, with sword-like eyebrows and blade-like eyes, had an eternally breezy expression. At this moment, the moonlight sprinkled on the man's face, a hazy and delicate face, not like the scenery in the world.

Su Yi was stunned, but not because of this person's beautiful face, but because of this person, she had seen it.

For the first time, she heard her voice come out so clearly: "...... Lu Ziying?"

"Oh?" Lu Ziying was also stunned, as if he didn't expect such a little beggar to recognize him, and became a little interested: "Do you recognize me............?"

"You know me from the future. ”

Su Yi was horrified, all the things that had made Su Yi realize that he had entered the memory of the old man, and he was also sure that the old man and Lu Ziying were meeting for the first time, but he didn't want to call out his name, and what was even more shocking was that this Lu Ziying, who should exist in the memory of the old man, would actually respond to himself!

No, it's not memory!

However, Su Yi found that he had once again lost the initiative, he looked at Lu Ziying on the tree blankly, and muttered: "It's so beautiful......"

Su Yi: Shame on the dead......

Lu Ziying's interest was undiminished, she didn't know what to think, and showed a smile: "You are an ugly child, are you interested in coming with me?"

Su Yi couldn't move, only to see this little beggar called "Ugly Child" being taken back to Lu Ziying's mountain gate, and then detected with the Dark Spirit Root, and practiced with Lu Ziying. Seeing Lu Ziying put on a mask for him, watching them create seventy-two sword tricks, which were streamlined into thirty-six sword styles, twenty-seven sword techniques, eighteen sword positions, and nine turns of the sword body, Ziying was conceited, called the sword master nine turns, and called himself the sword master.

Seeing that Lu Ziying's mountain gate had evil intentions towards the sword master Jiu Reincarnation, he poured the power of the mountain gate to force him to hand over the sword technique, and then was slaughtered by Lu Ziying and the ugly boy.

Seeing that the ugly child was hit in the abdomen by the master, and he couldn't see it, Lu Ziying stuck his sword on the ground, his face was dripping with blood, and he couldn't see his original face. He gave a bloody smile to the ugly child.

He said, "Ugly boy, what should I do, I'm going to be enchanted." ”

The ugly boy moved: "...... No...... Magic ......"

Lu Ziying smiled: "...... Okay, I'll try my best ......"

The ugly boy didn't move, he looked at him with his eyes open, and refused to relax.

Lu Ziying spoke again: "...... What if I can't?"

The ugly boy didn't speak, but Su Yi felt that there was a black mist in front of her, and she was shocked: The ugly boy is going to be demonic!

Lu Ziying quickly grabbed his arm: "...... I'm joking, I think how can my dignified sword master say that if you enter the demon, you will enter the demon?"

The ugly boy was relieved, closed his eyes and didn't move.

Lu Ziying looked at him: "I'm sorry......"

“...... Lu Ziying ......" Su Yi's voice came suddenly, and it seemed a little weird.

Lu Ziying was also stunned, and immediately reacted: "I knew that you were always there." ”

Su Yi's senses are connected with the ugly child, and her state is not much better.

Lu Ziying didn't want her to say anything, he just seemed to want to talk to someone.

"But where else do you think I can go? I can't seem to go anywhere except the demons?"

Su Yi suddenly thought of the rumors she had heard about Lu Ziying, and she tried to open her mouth: "...... Elder brother... Lun ......"

"You said Kunlun?" Lu Ziying turned her head to look at her, "Will Kunlun collect demons?"

I do not know. Su Yi wanted to shake her head, but found that she didn't even have any strength, so she could only look at the sky helplessly, but found that her vision became more and more blurred, knowing that she didn't even have a chance to open her eyes, and she became more and more sad.

Lu Ziying seemed to be laughing, a muffled voice came, and she couldn't tell what the emotion was, she only faintly heard a few words, but she gradually disappeared like her sight.

Just when Su Yi thought it was over, she was surprised to find that she had opened her eyes again, no, to be exact, the ugly boy had opened her eyes.

Lu Ziying looked at him with a smile, he pointed to the outside of his cave mansion, and proudly announced: "Look! This is Kunlun!"

Through the eyes of an ugly child, Su Yi saw Kunlun for the first time.

As far as the eye could see, the peaks were stacked, the twelve peaks shimmered with different brilliance, like stars around the central peak, and at the top of the peak was a very grand hall, the palace seemed to have been cast some kind of spell so that people could see it no matter how far away, and on the door of the temple hung a plaque that looked like a man high, and it read—sorry, she didn't recognize it......

But if Su Yi is asked to evaluate, she only has one feeling: "This is Kunlun, and there is nothing to ......" In her consciousness, she seems to have seen many palaces that are more magnificent and brilliant than this hall.

But the ugly boy had never seen it, he was very excited, and he was very excited, and this excitement and excitement continued until Lu Ziying told him that his spiritual roots were completely wasted and he could no longer cultivate.

Lu Ziying looked at him with an inexplicable expression: "Oh, if you change your life against the sky, you always have to pay the price, don't you?"

The ugly boy accepted this reason and continued to follow Lu Ziying as a handyman in the door. It's just that he can no longer practice with Lu Ziying, create a secret realm together, and practice sword skills together, and for more and more time, he is guarding Lu Ziying's cave alone, waiting quietly.

Lu Ziying brought him the Longevity Pill, so that he could live as a mortal for hundreds of years, and he was able to see Lu Ziying challenge all the way from a Jindan monk, all the way up, and become the senior brother of Kunlun, the peak master of Kunlun, and the name of the Kunlun Sword Master became famous all over the world, and then became the first monk to ascend in the entire Kyushu Immortal Cultivation Realm in three thousand years.

In the midst of the catastrophe, the ugly child saw that Lu Ziying's road ahead was full of flowers and prosperity, but he didn't have himself.

Su Yi opened her eyes and saw the old man pointing a finger on her forehead, looking at her with one of his eyes in a daze.

"Ugly boy. She said. "You're an ugly child. ”

The ugly boy let go of his fingers, as if he had returned to the time when he had just met Lu Ziying, and nodded with a little shame and expectation.

Su Yi didn't know what to say.

The ugly boy didn't speak, just looked at her, and after thinking about it, Su Yi stretched out her hand and pushed aside the messy hair on the ugly child's forehead, revealing his face.

Ugly, really ugly.

The eyes are big and small, the nose is collapsed, the shape of the mouth is normal, but it is crooked to the side, and the face that has not been taken care of for a long time is the mud of unknown years, Su Yi rubbed it, and it was no longer mud, it was mud.

Su Yi suddenly wanted to cry.

The ugly boy let her move, only to react when she shed tears, he gently waved Su Yi's hand away, and said in a hoarse voice: "Go...... Kunlun...... Find him ......"

Who are you looking for? Naturally, it's Lu Ziying.

Su Yi watched the ugly child disappear from her sight with tears in her eyes, and then saw two figures, one fat and one thin, squeezing in front of her.

"Xiao Li, what's wrong with you? What did the old man show you? Why are you crying like this!"

Shen Yifeng didn't speak, but he also stared at her tightly.

Su Yi cried and pulled her sleeve to wipe her tears, but unfortunately her head was not very good, and it was Shen Yifeng's.

Ignoring Shen Yifeng's black face, Su Yi wiped it and cried: "...... No...... Not what he showed me...... Be...... Be...... ...... for the smoked"

A hundred years of mud, smoked and cried......

Yang Shen: ......