The more a person gains, the more afraid he will be of losing. Therefore, after mixing in the rivers and lakes for a long time, the blood that has just come out of the rivers and lakes will gradually disappear, and it will be replaced by a row of red tape and superficial work.

After drinking a bowl of porridge, after discovering that this laba porridge had almost no effect on him, Jiang Feng didn't want to continue to enjoy those meaningless performances and explanations here.

"The island master, this laba porridge has been drunk in Xia, if there is no other important matter, I want to see the stone wall that surprised the two island owners. I don't know what the two islands think?"

As soon as Jiang Feng's words came out, even the audience was shocked.

However, the next moment, the master of Namu Island laughed, and then said, "Okay!"

Seeing this, the Lord of the Dragon Island also continued to speak: "Jiang Shaoxia is really fast-talking, since this is the case, you will lead Jiang Shaoxia to the stone wall to observe first, and then I will go after I finish drinking the porridge." ”

As soon as the Dragon Island Lord's voice fell, two disciples, Huang and Qing, came out of the line, saluted Long Mu and the others, and then came to Jiang Feng and said with a smile: "Jiang Shaoxia, please come with me and the two of you!"

After that, the two disciples stepped forward, grabbed the edges of the two large screens, and slowly pulled them aside, revealing a long corridor and said in unison, "Please!"

At this time, Jiang Feng bowed slightly to the two of them, and stepped into it first, and he walked only more than ten zhang away, and then came to a stone gate. looked up, but saw three Dou Da Gu Di engraved on the door: "Chivalrous Travel".

A yellow-shirted disciple stepped forward and pushed open the stone door and said, "There are twenty-four stone chambers in the cave, Jiang Shaoxia can feel free to come and watch, if you are tired of seeing it, you can go outside the cave to relax." One should eat and drink, and all stone rooms are prepared, and Jiang Shaoxia can take it at will, so he doesn't have to be polite. ”

"Thank you!"

No matter what the purpose of Xia Ke Island is, just because the other party is willing to disclose this stone wall to himself, he deserves Jiang Feng's "thank you".

When Jiang Feng walked into the stone room, he saw a large polished stone wall on the east side, and eight large torches were lit next to the stone wall, shining brightly.

The walls are carved with pictures and words. There were already more than a dozen people in the stone room, some were contemplating, some were meditating and practicing, some were muttering with their eyes closed, and some were arguing loudly.

And the strange treasure mirror that surprised Jiang Feng the most was hanging directly above the big stone wall. It seems to be born in the stone wall, without the slightest gap and abruptness.

At this time, Jiang Feng looked at it again, but suddenly felt that after his gaze fell into the mirror, he was like a flying insect falling into the pool. No matter how hard he struggled, the attraction of the pool water from him was getting stronger and stronger, as if as long as Jiang Feng's mind did not sink into it for a day, the suction would never stop.

Sword intent, in a moment's effort, Jiang Feng had already pushed his artistic conception to the extreme, surging towards the strange treasure mirror.

The next moment, Jiang Feng only felt that his true spirit primordial spirit had broken out of his body with sword intent and passed into the treasure mirror.

The mist, the gray mist, was like the thickest darkness before dawn, and everything that could be seen seemed to have been enveloped in this mysterious fog.

At this time, Jiang Feng did not act rashly, and the first thing he did was to check his body.

Light! light like a gust of wind. This was Jiang Feng's first feeling for his body, as if he could soar up to nine thousand miles with just a slight jump.

"It's like a dream!"

As Jiang Feng's mind moved, the originally thick fog suddenly seemed to be like ice cubes were thrown into the boiling water. Countless mist rising from the sky coiled and changed, and in a short time, a path the width of a person's shoulder had been opened up in front of Jiang Feng.

To take or not to take an unfamiliar path, this is a difficult question for anyone to choose.

"Here comes the sword!"

With a low shout from the river wind, in the void, an invisible sword burst through the void.

The sword was very strange, and one side was extremely white, like snow in a spring and March day. At first glance, there is a sense of vitality, as if this is not a decisive sword, but a holy weapon that brings auspiciousness and warmth.

But the other side of the sword was the exact opposite, and it was extremely black, and the black side was like a collection of all the colors between heaven and earth. No matter what happens, when it is played to the extreme, it will inevitably become a dark mess.

People say that blood red is black in the depths, and the ultimate black doesn't mean the ultimate blood red. Where there is bloodshed, there is death, and the ultimate blackness does not mean the ultimate death.

This black and white, life and death, is one of the most contradictory existences in the world.

But at this moment, these two originally opposing things are united in a harmonious, unified, and inseparable relationship.

"So this is the sword in my heart!"

With a sword in his hand, although Jiang Feng had never seen this sword before, the familiarity on the sword from the depths of his soul made Jiang Feng understand that this was his own sword. It is unique in the world, the only sword that belongs to itself, the sword of artistic conception.

"The sword asks the ...... of life and death"

Jiang Feng's whisper came slowly, and at first glance it sounded indiscretable, but the four words seemed to never fade.

It seems that it is going up to the nine heavens, and the bottom is poor, and everything between heaven and earth seems to be unable to block these simple four words.

As soon as this sound came out, the fog around Jiang Feng seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, and wherever the sound wave went, it flew away.

Empty, a world without fog, the only impression that Jiang Feng has is emptiness.

I don't know how far the end is, and I don't know how high the sky is.

"The hidden dragon and the crouching tiger are now cowards, the sin in the mirror has turned into nothing, the warmth and coldness of human feelings are difficult to look back, and how many sad things are left behind!"

The sudden sound seemed to come from one after another, and the feeling was as if the same voice had been bounced back and refracted by countless different routes.

There was a heaviness in the voice of the man who spoke. Only characters who have once held infinite rights and can speak in a single word, and thousands of people's heads roll to the ground, will naturally have such a thick accent in their voices.

Jiang Feng is by no means a simple martial artist, a real master, even if he is not a learned Confucian who treatises the classics, but he can never be an illiterate white cloth.

From these four poems, Jiang Feng heard unwillingness, nostalgia, memories, and the strangeness of the hero. And, of course, there's a sense of excitement that hunters get to see their prey. (To be continued.) )