In the depths of the palace, on a futon in the center of a large hall, a white-clothed swordsman knelt on the ground.

Opposite the swordsman, a warrior whose face seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, making it difficult to see his face clearly, sat on the cloud bed.

"In the world, there are still people who have taken this step. Voices that were neither male nor female, both young and senile, echoed in the hall.

"The Tao is different, and they do not conspire with each other. His hero, my devil. Master, the disciple is willing to carry a three-foot sword to kill this demon for the sect and the world. The white-clothed swordsman had a clear voice, with an indomitable determination.

"Nope. The strange voice sounded again, "If it is up to you to make a move, it will cause the world to shake." At that time, the Loose Sect will use the reputation of its own sect, even if it becomes a demon, it will still be able to deceive people. You can't do anything about getting rid of demons. ”

"Yes. The white-clothed swordsman's expression did not change at all, "But if the disciple doesn't make a move, I'm afraid that no one in the Freedom Sect will be able to control it." ”

"Huh. Qingxu, you have been deceived. The carefree faction He Zhi has no transcendent strength. He's just scored a point or two. If he faced the enemy head-on, Wu Daoming's sword today would be able to kill him. It's a pity that Wu Daoming's heart is not strong, and he fell into the devil's way. It's a pity, it's a pity. Qing Xu, you will ask Wu Daoming tonight. He still has a way in his heart. If he has a way in his heart, he will lead him to the mountain behind the sect, face the wall for ten years, and eliminate the demon in his heart. If he has become a demon, you will slay it. Wu Daoming is known as the sword god, and you will be able to do it, but nothing will happen. ”

"Yes. ”

"After meeting Wu Daoming, you will go to the Qin State Mansion again. Give this thing to the Duke of Qin. He will understand what this seat means. The right hand of the warrior on the cloud bed was slightly raised, and a gold and silver inlay, like a flower, flew into the hand of the white-clothed swordsman.

"Go ahead...... Let's go......" In the mysterious voice, the warrior on the cloud bed seemed to turn into an invisible wind and clouds, and gradually dissipated.

"Have you heard? Wind Chasing Sword God Wu Daoming is dead!"

"What? How did you die?"

"It's said to have gone mad. ”

"This ...... How could it be? Didn't it dawn on me yesterday that I had found the way?"

"Hey! What kind of enlightenment? It's all a lie! Haven't you heard? The Martial Saint Pavilion has already spoken out, saying that the Loose Sect is preaching the Demon Dao!"

"The Devil's Way?"

Wu Daoming was bewitched by the Demon Dao, so he went mad and died in one day. ”

"Hey, what kind of demon path is not a demon way, that is, the words of the Martial Saint Pavilion. Yesterday, He Zhi's ability to send a free faction was obvious. Wu Daoming was convinced. Besides, if the Martial Saint Pavilion really knew that it was the Demon Dao, why didn't he make a move yesterday? I heard that...... Wu Daoming was not crazy at all, but was killed by someone. It was the Martial Saint Pavilion who made the shot. ”

"What? It can't be, right? Martial Saint Pavilion and Wu Daoming had no grudges in the past, and no enmity in the near future. I heard that the Pavilion Master of the Martial Saint Pavilion also instructed Wu Daoming in his swordsmanship a few years ago. We have a relationship with each other. ”

"It's not a good thing. I heard that it was Qin Guogong who personally came forward to ask the Martial Saint Pavilion to make a move. What do you think, yesterday Wu Daoming conceded defeat to the Xiaoyao faction in public, and how much face did he lose for the six dukes and eight marquis? Can the Duke of Qin give up with him? I heard that after the disciples of the Martial Saint Pavilion killed Wu Daoming last night, they also went to the Qin State Mansion for a long time to talk secretly. Don't you understand that?"

......

On the second day of entering the palace, on the way to the Holy Martial Hall in the morning, He Zhi heard many warriors whispering in the team around him. And what they talked about surprised He Zhi.

If it is understandable that the six princes and eight marquis can't get used to He Zhi and them, and want to kill and maim He Zhi, then killing Wu Daoming is really shocking. Wu Daoming is a kendo master of the second-grade bloodline, and for the six princes and eight marquis, he is his own person!

Could it be that just for the sake of a Yan Hou's face, they are so mad that they even have to kill the mainstay of the second-grade bloodline?

"I don't understand. He Zhi shook his head depressedly. I don't kill Beren, but Beren dies because of me. Thinking that Wu Daoming's death was likely to be related to himself, He Zhi still inevitably had mood swings.

"What, do you think you killed Wu Daoming?" Jiang Yuetian looked at He Zhi with a cold gaze.

"Childish!"

Contempt, pride, fearless. The temperament that belongs to Jiang Yuetian alone broke out in vain in this "childishness".

"This is a battle of avenues!"

"Wu Daoming has found his own way!"

"His word is not tolerated. ”

"He was born to the Word and died a martyr. How can I have your sympathy?"

"If you have the kung fu to lament and blame yourself, you might as well ask yourself. What is the Tao in your heart? Can you hold on to the path when a foreign enemy is in the way, and the sword is coming?"

After saying the last sentence, Jiang Yuetian didn't make any more sound.

There were clouds outside the Holy Martial Palace, and as Jiang Yuetian said last night, it was going to rain.

Sitting down on the sixty-place ranking seat, He Zhi's eyes still seemed to be out of focus.

Jiang Yuetian's last few questions shook He Zhi like Hong Zhong Da Lu. In particular, I have seen Jiang Yuetian's firmness and pride, Xie Xuan'an's perseverance and perseverance in sharpening a sword for 20 years, and Wu Daoming's heroism when he heard the Tao and died at night; He Zhi couldn't help but ask himself: What is my Tao?

Since the crossing, everything around him has become like a game for He Zhi. He Zhi can substitute himself and play very mesmerized, but he never really treats it as real.

The illusory sense of game is actually a layer of protection for He Zhi, a source of security. So no matter how nervous or dangerous he was before, He Zhi was never really afraid. It's as if he's just watching an immersive movie, nervous from the protagonist's point of view, and frightened by the fears in front of him, but he can't be truly in awe.

Now Jiang Yuetian's words forcibly ripped off He Zhi's illusory sense of security, revealing the bloody truth below.

This is a battle of the Great Dao! It is a struggle of life and death! In the face of a murderous enemy, when the real danger comes and the sword is imminent, can you persevere?

"Carefree!" In the main hall, the increasingly impatient shouts woke He Zhi up from his contemplation.

He Zhi subconsciously stood up, and saw that the little yellow door representing the emperor in the main hall was frowning, looking at him with a displeased expression.

"The Imperial Martial Arts has begun. Who of you will challenge, if you don't show up again, even if you lose the battle!" the sharp voice of the little yellow door echoed in the Holy Martial Palace.

He Zhi settled his mind and stood up. He took a few steps towards the hall and suddenly smiled.

He Zhi suddenly discovered that Jiang Yuetian said a bunch of clouds and mountains and fog, and he almost confused himself, but in fact, it can be summed up in nothing more than sixteen words: put down the burden and travel lightly. Life and death are downbeat, and if you don't accept it, you will do it!