Rain, heavy rain, and there were two figures standing in it.

The raindrops were rapid and powerful, and when they fell on the earth, a puff of mud gradually rose, and when they hit the eaves, they splashed and splashed on the world, as if they wanted to wash away the filth of the world.

One of them, carrying a wooden box behind his back, is very simple, but very unusual, because this wooden box can lock the aura and warm the things in it, but it is not a sword inside, because his sword floats on his side, as if he is a fellow traveler.

The wooden box was tightly wrapped by the man, and it was tied to his body, as if he had put something extremely precious.

The rain was very heavy, like many people in the rain, and he was drenched, and the drops of water ran down his hair, and his cheeks, gathered like wisps, and then dripped into the water, but what was amazing was that the sword did not splash a single mist, as if the raindrops had been silently cut down when they touched it.

And this is not the same, this is a mangshan mountain, the mountains are reckless, the tiger roaring ape is in the past, and the passing merchants are often hunted by the monsters that fly out.

This is the place he found after several inquiries.

And opposite him, there is a Taoist, a one-armed Taoist, his face is stiff, the Daoist's body is different from him, there is no rain falling, the upper of the boots is not wet, and a barrier has been formed under the wrapping of the demon yuan.

"You're not dead?"

A hiss suddenly pierced through the long rain curtain and fell into the ears of the silent man opposite, a little surprised, he was amazed at how the heartless man did not die?

However, it was greeted by a calm gaze.

"Um, you're not him? No, you're him. ”

When the man saw this look and this face, his tone was suddenly suspicious, but he denied it several times, constantly refuting his words.

"I understand, you were not you at that time, you wanted to enter the Tao, but you were moved by the obsession in your heart, and your heart was confused. ”

After thinking about it, it finally dawned on him.

"You want to avenge her?"

Don't think about it, at this moment, the person in front of you only came alone, so the other person has already had an accident.

As soon as he saw that the powerful woman was not accompanied by him, he suddenly felt a little relaxed in his heart.

"If I don't kill you, he can't let it go, and I can't let it go. ”

The person who had been silent for a long time on the other side finally spoke, and his tone was unusually calm, at this moment, his long hair that was originally as black as ink was actually growing white, which was the result of countless days and nights of tormented pain in his heart since he woke up.

What was once just something he had heard, but now it happened to him, one night was white, vicissitudes, he was wet with rain at the moment, and he didn't know when there was a little more stubble on his face, just like a middle-aged man who had suffered the vicissitudes of time.

"Are you right?"

He said again, as if speaking to the people around him, and as if he were speaking to the sword beside him.

Everything was something he didn't expect, but when he woke up from a dream, he did suddenly have a dream, but in his memory, or in his body, there was something else, something that belonged to which bamboo heart.

"Buzz!"

No one answered him, and the sword at his side shook for no reason, and the sword light was as clear as a cyan lake, and it had been cut off on the head, splitting the rain curtain.

This sword is completely handy, and it really can't be compared.

Actually, he can wake up, as long as Zhuxin is willing, but neither Na Mingzhu nor Zhuxin has such thoughts, and they haven't even mentioned him.

Just because Mingzhu only has a bamboo heart in his eyes, and Zhuxin only has a pearl in his eyes, although he is the same as Zhuxin, but in Mingzhu's eyes after all, he is not a person, there is still a difference.

He's like a bystander.

Perhaps, if he hadn't met those people, he might always be a bamboo heart, and maybe he wouldn't wake up until he died of old age.

It all seemed to be predestined.

"God?"

He looked through the rain curtain at the gray sky, boundless, I don't know why, a trace of fear suddenly arose in his heart, he couldn't explain the reason, but it was so.

This originally cool summer rain turned out to be slightly chilled under this fear.

Then, he withdrew his gaze.

The sky is beautiful, sometimes blue as the sea, sometimes cloudless, sometimes full of stars, sometimes the sun hangs high.

But, these are just the sky in the eyes of ordinary people.

And in the eyes of others, when they are in some unspeakable moment, they see it differently.

At this time, he saw fear, great fear, which actually made him fearful, and he, who was not afraid of life and death, gave birth to fear.

Because of the unknown, because of the vastness, because of the fog, it is extremely scary to think about it.

The thought was just a flash, and it was suddenly cleared, because the surrounding trees were already turning into tree people at this moment.

"They're stupid. ”

Looking at this scene, Liu Baiyi muttered.

Then a breath of qi has dispersed, that is the way of extinction, the original way of withering glory, after all kinds of changes, but now it is the most ferocious, no longer lifeless, the twists and turns are really embarrassing.

Suddenly, the grass and trees in the radius withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, even the tree man.

In June, the snow and heavy rain changed suddenly, and the goose feathers were already floating.

"This is your way?"

The Daoist was shocked, he had practiced for thousands of years, and he had never seen anyone change the four seasons into his own way, which was the meaning of heaven and earth.

Liu Baiyi's face was waveless, like a cold pool that had not changed for thousands of years, and the majestic spiritual power in his body surged, and suddenly the snow curtain expanded, enveloping hundreds of zhang around, this was not an extraordinary snow, but also mixed with his sword intent, and suddenly the mountains were all over the wilderness, and many demons screamed endlessly.

The man's face changed, it was very ugly, and he was anxious to make a move, but the autumn water and cold sword turned into a sword, and the killing machine was full of murderous opportunities, and suddenly the wind and snow became colder.

"You should think of today. ”

Liu Baiyi said, his figure flashed, and he actually appeared in front of the Taoist, and his right hand naturally held the hilt of the sword, and the sword light was suddenly monstrous.

Above heaven and man is to enter the Tao, understand one's own way, cut off many obsessions, and only save one's own way, this is the way to enter the Tao.

However, although Liu Baiyi has now realized, he is unwilling to cut off, unwilling to let go, unwilling to forget, he can't forget the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the happiness and enmity of the rivers and lakes, the heartiness of drinking spirits, and why he embarked on this road.

It was precisely because he wanted to stand higher, it was precisely because he wanted to meet more opponents, and it was precisely because he wanted to break life and death that he picked up the sword without hesitation.

The so-called immortality, in the final analysis, is just a free and leisurely, if you forget it, then what is the meaning of your own hard work, let alone worthless.