At night, the stars accompany the moon.

Fangcun Mountain, the second highest peak in northern Xinjiang of the Tang Dynasty.

The 20,000-mile radius of the mountains is connected by the wings of the wild goose, and the main peak rises from the ground and towers into the clouds, which is higher than the geometric multiple of Chang'an Zhenwu. The top of the mountain range is thousands of feet of snow-capped, and there are ten miles of fairy lake on the top of the mountain. Beneath the mountains, the forests are dense, and the gods of heaven and earth miraculously merge two completely different landscapes, vitality and death, so that people can't tell the time of the four seasons when they are in it.

Fangcun Mountain is less than 60,000 miles away from Chang'an City, and it looks like a golden pill in the mouth of the dragon vein of the Tang Dynasty from the topography and mountains, so the world often calls it the ancestral source. According to historical records, the only immortal in the world was five hundred years ago who competed with the Buddha of Western Bliss on the main peak of Fangcun for immortal fruits, and finally won and ascended to the sky.

Therefore, Fangcun Mountain is also known as the land of immortals.

Because Fang Cun is a world-famous mountain, there are not a few people who come to admire it over the years. Therefore, there are dozens of small towns built on the mountain within thousands of miles outside the mountain, and there is never a shortage of customers. Today, just as the location of the national examination is announced, there are more people gathered in various towns...

"Come, have a drink. ”

"His grandmother drops, this trip to the Central Plains is also wonderful. How can we have so many things to do in Beimang? You're right?"

"Yes! In the past, we had nothing to do but couldn't find anything, but now it doesn't have to do anything on its own, so we don't have to worry about it. It's a pity, Gazi's life is not good..."

"Come, we salute this altar!"

"Jing Gazi!"

“......”

There is a small town named Dong Town dozens of miles away from the mountain pass.

Huang Qi led hundreds of northerners to rush to this place for an hour, and settled in an inn of the Huang family's industry.

The northerners have a bold temperament and like wine and meat singing and dancing. As long as their family members are fine, even if the sky falls, they can be covered, and now that there is barbecue in their hands and strong liquor in their throats, it is when they are in good spirits, how can they still take the series of incidents that happened today to heart? Even the girl's family in Baixiu drank happily under the influence of the pride of the spirits, and the small cup was replaced by a large bowl, and the soft groaning turned into a pride of drinking. However, the dancer's brothers and sisters drank a lot, and those who came could not refuse to even hold the jar and pour it on their heads, and they did not see the drunkenness of red faces and red ears after three rounds of drinking, which was really impressive.

Compared with the heat of the front hall, the backyard of the inn is quite deserted.

Perhaps because of the sweltering heat of summer, the little monk sat quietly on the rock with the Buddhist scriptures in his hand, chanting with a few wisps of the breeze. The fat monk sat on the ground next to the rock with a big grin, picked up the big white steamed buns and eggs that Luo Jue sent to him, and ate them with relish.

At this time, the door of the east wing next to the backyard was open. Half of the red paper cut Fu character is missing and pasted on the wooden window, a blue bird firmly stepped on the half of the Fu word that fell on the wooden trough along the window, and a small letter was tied to the small paws.

In the wing room, three figures flickered by the candlelight, and Xia Xun was lying on the bed, breathing steadily as if he had just fallen asleep. Huang Qi sat on the edge of the bed with a paper fan gently, Xiahou drank wine in a large bowl, and stroked the three-foot embroidered scabbard carefully, as if he was engrossed in admiring a magnificent picture.

The embroidered scabbard casts nine silver Jiaodao, soaring clouds over the sea, lying prone on the hills, and the expressions are all lifelike. Every piece of scales and every strand of hair on Yinjiao's body are depicted meticulously and realistically, as if it can turn into a real dragon when the wind and rain come. Although the sword is not unsheathed, the vibrating ferocity hidden under the scabbard can already make people's hearts fearful. And after hundreds of years of streaming, this women's saber has a vicissitudes that ordinary swords can hardly have. Like the eternal firmament, it is also like the eternal glacier, deep and tenacious, and faintly contains the rhythm of the avenue of the laws of heaven and earth. Just like the drunken Taoist said, compared to the Seven Star Holy Sword that was used in the past, this exquisite Jade Qing Xuanming was undoubtedly more suitable for the current Mo Xian. If the Seven Stars are holy soldiers comparable to artifacts, one sword is indestructible, and sweeping thousands of armies is the domineering power of killing unparalleled. The delicate embroidered sword in Mo Xian's hand at this time is the dragon swimming in the sea of clouds, although there is no divine power that I only respect, but it is better than the freedom outside the free things. The big one can spit out the fog, the small one can hide the form, the rising will soar between the universe, and the hidden one will lurk in the waves. Those who cultivate swords first cultivate their hearts, and what Mo Xian's sword intent lacks is this casualness.

"This is indeed a rare good sword in the world. ”

"That's true. ”

"Do you know where this sword came from?"

"I want to hear about it. ”

Huang Qi shook the paper fan and said lightly: "This sword, the name is Jade Qing Xuanming. It was a piece of Flying Immortal Xuanjing that Lu Wusheng traveled to Nanming when he was young, and it was created by the six elders of the Tibetan Sword Villa. This sword accompanied Lu Wusheng for more than a hundred years, and after he attained Taoism and ascended to heaven, it was passed on to Fengxian Patriarch. Fengxian Patriarch has held this sword for more than 40 years, and once beheaded the four saints of Zhenwu in the Wang Realm, from the out-of-body to the holy position, and finally passed it to Li Bai. And today, it seems that Li Bai has also broken into the holy realm, and what he lacks is only a false name. He passed Yuqing Xuanming to you at this time, but he had good intentions. ”

Caressing the scabbard, Mo Xian asked indifferently, "What does he mean?"

The paper fan shook slightly, Huang Qi slowly stood up and walked to the edge of the round table, sat down beside Mo Xian, and asked lightly, "Do you know what the silver dragon on Mo Yan's back is called?"

Mo Xian turned his eyes slightly to look at Huang Qi and did not reply.

Huang Qi smiled slightly, and then replied softly: "It's called Hongling Zhenxian, this sword is Xie Yunliu's portable sword before turning into a Dao." Lü Wusheng ascended to the sky first and passed Yuqing Xuanming to Lü Fengxian, and Xie Yunliu ascended to heaven the following year and passed Hongling Zhenxian to Yuan Tiangang. Although the two swords of Yuqing Xuanming and Hongling Zhenxian are not holy weapon artifacts, they are the fourth-generation inheritance of the Yin and Yang veins of the Pure Yang Palace. Now that you have Yuqing, Mo Yan holds the Hongling, and the meaning of his words is nothing more than to tell you that the sword comes out of the seven stars, and the Tao returns to the pure yang. Since you inherit the Pure Yang Dao system, then you are a Pure Yang disciple. ”

Mo Xian turned his eyes to look back at the long sword in his hand, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Stir up discord?"

Huang Qi put away the paper fan and gently tapped on the mahogany round table.

"It's the fallen leaves that return to their roots. ”

“......”

Thoughts are numb, and they wrap around the listener's mind.

The conversation between the two here is light, and although there are emotional ups and downs in the deep meaning, it is not enough to stir up the slightest ripple in the atmosphere of the calm water. It's just that during the conversation between the two, Xia Xun, who was sleeping on the bed, trembled slightly and made a trace that people couldn't detect.

Gently, slightly, only the slightest hint.

Xia Xun has actually woken up.

And it's been a long, long time since I woke up.

It was so long that he almost forgot when he woke up and how long it had been since he woke up.

Because...

He is not awake to the truth.

Rather, it wakes up in a world of nothingness that no one can see or perceive.

Nothingness and chaos.

The moment the true dragon roared and the blood shadow descended, his consciousness was instantly swallowed up by an absolute force that could not be resisted. And when he opened his eyes again, he was here. It's a completely foreign world. There is nothing here, not even light, just like the beginning of the chaotic universe, except for the darkness, only gray and chaotic mist remains. Looking around, up and down, left and right, the emptiness is gone. In this eternal dark world, Xia Xun couldn't see his body, nor could he feel the frequency of his breathing, he was like a completely weightless feather floating in the void, no matter how hard he ran, he couldn't feel the flow of strength, nor could he feel the speed.

It seemed like a dream, but Xia Xun was sure it wasn't a dream.

Because he can really feel the reality of this place.

It's like a cage.

A dark and boundless cage.

He's been here, for a long, long time...

I don't know when it started, Xia Xun felt panicked.

In order to reduce the panic in his heart, he chose to run wildly, trying to find a way out. But he ran for a long, long time. His dark consciousness told him that he seemed to have spent thousands of years in this dark world. Too much time has passed, and even though Xia Xun has an amazing memory, every unforgettable picture and important person stored in his mind has begun to collapse little by little with the passage of time. Xia Xun's panic gradually turned into fear. And this fear is exactly the same as what he felt when he was in Shoushan Mountain. It was familiar to him when he opened the coffin and saw the wisps of blood. It was not the fear of death, but the fear of one's own consciousness being assimilated by another, more powerful memory and unable to resist.

It's like a piece of ice that falls into the water.

Ice gradually turns into water...

And the water became water.

In my consciousness, it took a long, long time.

As the memories in his consciousness gradually wore out, Xia Xun's patience was on the verge of collapse, and his running pace became slow. He found that no matter how much he resisted, he could not change the world in the slightest. And just when he was about to give up struggling...

The chaotic world in front of him suddenly appeared with a ray of white light...

It was like a figure.