Salt water, the salt water that is filled with black fog, is gloomy and misty.

Outside the salt water, two figures stood quietly, Xuanyi and white.

"Even if it's the second time, it still makes me so sad, aren't you sad?"

Prodigal Ziyu's eyes were almost red again, and his nose twitched from time to time, he was an emotional person, and he was amazed by Xuan Ming's hardness.

"My heart is hard, and it is getting harder and harder, and I almost forget how sad I am sad and how I am sad. ”

A hard-hearted person is powerful, the powerful Xuan Ming said lightly, but there is another sentence hidden in his mouth, his heart is hard, and he is not as hard as the prodigal son, and he can only bow down to the wind forever.

He is hard and obvious, the prodigal son feather is hidden in the depths, hard in the depths, wrapped in softness, so that people can't see it.

The heart of the prodigal son is more divine than God, more holy than holy, more demonic than demon, non-god, not holy and non-demon, not even human, it is the heart of a prodigal son, the most incomprehensible heart of the Three Realms.

"It's good, I'm about to cry, you're sure you want to go in with me. ”

The prodigal son wanted to rub his eyes, but he was a little embarrassed and put down his hand.

"If you really want to go in now, you're only bringing corpses, and you can't give anyone an answer. ”

Xuan Ming was very curious about what the prodigal son Yu thought, the top priority was not to find the soul of the minister, why did he have to travel thousands of miles to bring a corpse, a corpse that could not give an answer, and kept saying that the fox was suspicious in his heart, but he had already arrived outside the salt water, so he couldn't help it, and asked.

"I'm not just bringing corpses, in fact, I've also brought the soul of the prime minister, right inside, waiting for us to come. ”

"But I think he's in Bashan, we should go to Bashan. ”

Xuan Ming is also a smart person, and the soul of Wu Xiang can only wander between Bashan and Yanshuize, only these two places are his happiest and most responsible places, he is more inclined to Bashan, and he attaches more importance to his responsibilities.

If he can be happy, the prodigal son Yu would rather let go of his responsibilities, he is unhappy, and he has no responsibility, like duckweed, helpless.

"Don't you think, along the way, there seems to be something missing in the middle, one person missing. ”

The prodigal son feather seems a little unfathomable, but in fact, it is contrived, so it is mysterious.

"Your shadow is lost, otherwise you would have appeared in the face of the candle and the Taiqing God, and I believe that you were powerless at that time, and you were no better than us. ”

"In the past few years, Bashan has been full of people and very lively. ”

It was obviously the middle of the day, when the sun was shining, but I felt that there was a person who came out of the darkness, with long hair in a shawl, a white body, with a hint of evil smile, a dog's tail grass clamped at the corner of his mouth, his tail was blown by the wind, and he had a flower on his chest, a big red flower, and he didn't walk fast, not fast.

It seems to be carved out of a mold with the prodigal son, but there is an extra sword at the waist, a ubiquitous sword, the sword is black, the scabbard is black, and the hilt is also black, held by a pair of white hands, smiling, and the same confidence as the prodigal son.

The two didn't look like each other at all, his face was round, a little shorter and a little wider than that of the prodigal son. But people can't tell the difference, Xuan Ming almost can't recognize the two, but the prodigal son Yu has more confidence and entanglement, and it is difficult to distinguish the flaws.

Xiao Yi has to work harder, so that Xuan Ming can't even recognize it.

"Not only did you receive the art of the heart, but I also received it, maybe the minister is also tired, the responsibility is too heavy, I don't want to bear it anymore, I want to be happy, so he is not in Bashan, Xiaoyi has been looking for seven years, people are looking all over the mountains, and I can't find it for seven years, and now Bashan is still side by side, some people don't want to give up any hope, and they are still in Bashan, tirelessly looking for it, and there are more subordinates, which is also beneficial, so we can only give up that glimmer of hope. ”

The prodigal son Yu has never believed in illusory miracles, countless people have been looking for seven years, and it has been confirmed, so why be stubborn, he is more confident, the prime minister is in the dark depths ahead, and he sent Xiaoyi to Bashan for seven years, just for fear of accidents.

Accidents are the most headaches, if there is a real accident, Xiao Yi still has some ability to protect it.

The prodigal son is confident, and Xiao Yi is also confident, so he is back, Bashan has absolutely no soul of the minister, maybe his son needs him, why bother in vain, it is very dangerous, he is anxious, he doesn't want to have an accident like the Candle Yin and the Taiqing God, he is a shadow, and he should not be away for too long.

Xiao Yi, who came out of the darkness, is also dazzling, radiant, and very incompetent, and the shadow should be low-key and not caring.

"I want to try my hand at the sword with you when I have a chance. ”

He knew how to use the Xuan Ice Technique, but after Zhu Rongcheng, Xuan Ming found that he was better at swords, and he didn't want to leave his hand, he just wanted to hold the ice sword in his hand forever, which was an extension of the power in his body.

"Your sword is beautiful, but it's a pity I'm still a little short, otherwise I would have wanted to try it now. ”

Xiao Yi also replied with a smile, thinking that he was inferior, and said to himself without caring that the sword of Xuan Ming was actually very beautiful, crystal clear, without a trace of flaws, and not even a grain of dust, after all, this is not a real sword, it is the sword of nothingness that is really transformed in Xuan Ming's body, and it is boundless.

Much better than his, swarthy, without a trace of beauty, no better than a burning stick, tightening the sword in his hand, he preferred this burning stick, his son worked hard to collect foreign black iron forged.

In an instant, Xiao Yi's eyes turned red, and his nose twitched, he was a shadow, he was really not competent enough, and he seemed a little sluggish.

In order to be competent, he exhausted a lot of effort, although it was useless, but it was very satisfying, such as this virtual body, not only useless, but also dragged down his performance, making his body weaker, always living between dispersion and reorganization.

Quietly walked behind the prodigal son, in the middle of the day, there was a small pinch of black under his feet, it was a shadow, which slowly melted in, silently, and the whole person disappeared.

"He should have a great future, but it's a pity. ”

Xuan Ming sighed, this is a person who really understands the sword, but he will never be able to reach the peak, enjoy hiding in the shadows, he doesn't want the light, the sword is a gentleman, it is bright.

"It's urgent, that sadness makes people feel fascinating, makes people feel alive, let's go, although you can't feel it. ”

He raised his feet and walked forward, he knew that Xuan Ming would definitely follow.

Xuan Ming followed in time, and he also had curiosity, this is a story, a legend.

A story that accompanied him growing up, I thought it was beautiful at the time, because Xuan Ming was happy at that time, and he also had a happy childhood.

Sang-ryu hugged him, and on a silent night, sitting on the top of the mountain, the moonlight, the starlight, scattered on his body.

Xiang Liu's voice is hoarse and difficult to hear, but he likes to listen to it very much, his father is a Gonggong clan, he is very busy, and he has not met a few times when he is busy, only Xiang Liu has grown up with him.

Telling a story, a story that is told every night, and Sang-ryu will only have this story, although he listens to it with relish, but he doesn't know why.

It wasn't until I grew up that I finally understood and knew the loneliness and guilt in Xiang Lao's heart.

It's like a light mask, a light mask with a ghostly glow.

The two figures gently raised their feet and stepped in, causing ripples and being swallowed up in the gray.