A black cloud swirled in the cave, raining down a bone-chilling chill and extinguishing life.

Ji Yan looked up at the cold smoke of the vultures playing naughtily, but her heart was curious, the picture was constantly changing, telling all kinds of tragic encounters, and after each story was told, this little girl would always blink her eyes wide, eager to look at herself, and it was still the same sentence.

"Hey, how long is life?"

It's the first time you've asked?Ji Yan woke up from the picture, still immersed in Fang Cai's story.

"Why do you keep asking me this question, what is the purpose, or is it that if I answer your question, we will be able to get out of this cave?"

Ji Yan asked Hanyan in confusion, but seeing the other party's big eyes that were lovely and lovely, people and animals were harmless, and his impatience was about to be exhausted.

"How do I know, sleeping in that box every day, I've forgotten a lot of things, only these staccato images. ”

Hanyan's little hand lightly rested on his cheeks, as if he was trying to remember.

"People only know that if you can answer the correct answer, Hanyan doesn't have to go back to that box, who asked you to open the box, you can only answer!"

Ji Yan is helpless, how could he encounter this kind of thing, although the story in the painting is tragic and moving, but his own touch is worrying, if he can't escape, he has to be trapped here, alas, he is really in a dilemma!

Before he could ask, the black smoke enveloped him again, and it seemed that a new story was about to start again.

This is a paradise, where the people live and work in peace and contentment, and the folk customs are simple. Most of the people in the village are old-fashioned, and they have been favored by their ancestors, guarding the ancient Ji Mausoleum for generations, and they have also learned the art of breathing and breathing of the immortals, and they have prolonged their lives.

"Dan'er, Dad picked up a black wooden sword from the mountain and gave it to you to play with!"

A strong man picked up Ji Dan, who was still a child, and watched him happily wield the wooden sword in his hand, very happy.

"Daddy, I will be like you in the future, guarding the mausoleum of my ancestors and guarding the treasures here!"

The stars changed, and the young Ji Dan found a dying old man in the mountains outside the village, Ji Dan saw that the old man was seriously injured and wanted to carry him back to the village.

"Dan'er, there are fairy treasures in our village, and the descendants are in the shade, so that we can not attract outsiders to today, you are kind-hearted, but everything must be considered more for the village, remember!"

Ji Dan hesitated, and finally just fed the old man a few mouthfuls of water and left.

Lightning and thunder, storms and rains. Ji Dan seemed to endure the scolding of the soul and the condemnation of the heart. Finally, he put on his cloak and went to the mountains to look for the old man.

After a few days of recuperation, Jia Jihuai has improved, thanks to the care of the young man in front of him, he has recovered his true yuan. The people here are simple and simple, and Jia Jihuai has been in the village for a long time, and he gets along with the people very well.

"Dao Chief, this is the ancestral tomb of our Ji family, our village has guarded this mausoleum that has been handed down from ancient times for generations, how majestic is it?"

Ji Dan admires this Taoist very much, and knows a lot of magical things that he can't understand in his life, and he never doubts that he was benevolent at the beginning, maybe outsiders are not as greedy and sinister as his father imagined.

"Dan'er, Lao Dao has been bothering here for a long time, and he should return to the sect, but you and I have a fate, and when we leave, I will teach you a set of 'Seven Star Tiangang Sword'. ”

Lao Dao said goodbye the next day, Ji Dan also knew that the other party could not stay here forever, he practiced his sword diligently every day, recalled his good thoughts when he saved people, and felt that he was successful in swordsmanship, and he must go out of the village, go to the world to see, and save all the poor people.

The screen turns.

The flames reflected half of the sky, and there were the cries of babies, but more of them were the screams of the people in pain. Ji Dan couldn't believe that countless people of all ages were killed by a group of black-clothed people of unknown origin in front of them, how they found this hidden villa.

"Dan'er, quick, and the rest of the villagers go to the mausoleum to guard, here we will take it, quickly!"

This is the last advice of his father and uncles, Ji Dan was in a trance, and was taken to the ancestral hall by the rest of the young people, behind him is the ancestral tomb, looking at the former village, now all engulfed by the sea of fire.

Ji Dan leaned weakly against the stone tablet, watching the black-clothed man who was the leader use a familiar move in front of the mausoleum to kill his compatriots one by one, unbelievable.

"Dao...... Daoist: Is that you?"

Maybe it's grief, maybe it's anger, Ji Dan is full of tremors when he speaks at the moment.

The black scarf was taken off, and the familiar face, the former compassion, was now full of hideousness and ferocity.

"Why, why? We saved your life, how can you kill my loved ones?"

Ji Dan lifted the black wood sword in his hand and stabbed at Jia Jihuai with a roar. The other party was expressionless, dodged coldly, kicked Ji Dan away, and hit the stone tablet hard.

"I was originally looking for this, but I was injured by the enchantment in the village, fortunately you rescued to understand the details of the village and the method of breaking the enchantment, to blame, you can only blame your original thought of benevolence, if you don't save me, maybe there will be no slaughter of the village today, and the treasures of your ancestors will not be snatched away by us. ”

Jia Jihuai walked up to Ji Dan and slammed his sword on Ji Dan's collarbone, making it impossible for the other party to struggle.

"Remembering your kindness for saving me, I'll give you a good time!"

The final picture is a splattering of blood and painful self-reproaching eyes.

"Hey, tell me, how long is life?"

Ji Yan stared blankly at the bloody scene, as if Ji Dan was herself, feeling the pain, and finally said hoarsely:

"Perhaps, just a thought!"

A few hours passed, the picture was constantly changing, and there were several tragic stories. Ji Yan still remembers that there is a national scholar named Ji Changkong, who is thirsty for learning, and he has read all the classics in the world, but his enemy has a rare Taoist canon, and his enemy threatens to lend him the Taoist canon as long as Ji Changkong's life.

"Chaowen said, it's okay to die at night!"

In the end, Ji Changkong accompanied the sunrise and began to read the classics, and sure enough, when the sun was setting, he learned about his life with the black saber at his waist, and his serene smile embarrassed the enemy. On this day, the Taoist texts of Kung Fu Commentary were praised by later generations and became the basis for countless classics on cultivating breath and breathing, and cultivating the mind and nature.

"Life, maybe it's between enlightenment, right?"

Ji Yan sighed, but the girl on the opposite side pouted, observing the changes around her, still covered with black smoke.

"No, no, you're not right, I'm going to go back to that box if I go on like this, I hate ......"

Ji Yan was speechless, these pictures were thought-provoking, and she was just feeling, how could she guess the answer she wanted!

"This is the last story, you have to think about it, the freedom of others depends on you. ”

Hanyan's small fist hit Ji Yan in the face, threatening to threaten. Although there is no substance, you can still feel the loneliness and coldness in the abyss.

Ji Yan didn't rush to watch the picture condensed in the black smoke, he was thinking, these questions lingered in his heart, he knew that Han Yan would not answer his own questions, but why did the protagonists of every story have the surname Ji, why did they always have a pitch-black wooden sword by their side, like, just like their current self?

Shaking his head slightly, Ji Yan laughed at himself, sure enough, he had seen too much of the story, and he had already entered the play, all this was just a coincidence, in this bizarre world of cultivation, all coincidences could be understood.

"Master, Yudie doesn't understand, why?"

Ji Yudie knelt down and asked the sitting Hua Qianhiro bitterly.

"Yu Die, you are a butterfly who has cultivated to perfection, and I still kindly brought you back to the Heavenly Sword Gate, because the teacher sighed that all things have spirits and can be cultivated, so I will try my best to reject public opinion, but ......"

However, who would have thought that you and I would have such a bad fate and fall into love, although the teacher wants to protect you, I am afraid that now the demons are rampant, I am afraid that the sect will also harm you in order to save face!

I don't know why, thinking back to the innocent rain butterfly, Hua Qianxun choked and no longer said what she thought in her heart.

"Master, do you also think that Die'er is a demon who is a disaster for the common people?"

Seeing the pear blossom with the rain Ji Yu butterfly, Hua Qianxun didn't dare to look directly, sighed, and slowly walked to the window.

That year, the rainstorm on the bank of the Jishui River poured, but a butterfly was trapped by a spider web, and Hua Qianhiro couldn't bear it, so he made a move, but he didn't want to have this karma.

"Well, for hundreds of years, Die'er has always wanted to do her best for Baiyun Peak and Shizun, in order to repay the grace of saving lives in the past, and today I will follow them to go to the Demon Peak of that town. ”

Ji Yudie smiled poignantly, longing to see Hua Qianhiro's face again, not wanting to be accompanied by hundreds of years, the figure of the man in front of her was deeply engraved in the deepest part of her soul, unforgettable.

It was another night rain, and Hua Qianxun sat alone in the bamboo building, looking at the torrential rain in the mountains, and suddenly felt it.

"Die'er, when I still remember the time when I saved you for the teacher, it was like such a heavy rain!"

It's just that what awaits him is endless silence, clenching his fists, I don't know if the rain splashed on his face or the tears turned into rain and scattered into the air, Hua Qianxun looked into the distance, behind the Zixiao Peak, there was a peak-Demon Town Peak.

I thought I could forget, but who knew that it was just my own wishful evasion, everything has affection, why should I see my beloved in pain alone?

A sword light rose up, and in the pouring rain, it seemed that the heavens and the earth made a loud noise, shaking open the seal of the Demon Suppression Peak.

The fluttering butterfly, in the desolate land, hovered around a black wooden sword.

"Yudie, I'll take you away!"

Seeing the rain butterfly whose body was even worn out, Hua Qianhiro felt remorse in her heart, hating that she didn't dare to face this relationship directly, so that the beauty was like this.

In the rain, a hazy figure always accompanied him, holding the black wooden sword, as if holding the jade hand of the rain butterfly, protecting the butterfly in his chest, and facing the anger of the Heavenly Sword Gate alone.

"Criminal, as the head of Baiyun Peak and a disciple of my Dao Xuan, how could you commit such a sin!"

The head of the Heavenly Sword Sect and the head of the sect will besiege Hua Qianxun, constantly questioning and persuading him to repent.

"Master, Yudie has never harmed anyone, and she is dedicated to the Tao, just because she is an alien, do you want to suppress her to death?

"Shut up, rebel, you have been trapped by the demons in your heart, and you can't distinguish between good and evil, she is a demon, everyone will be punished for it, and your behavior will not make the people of the world laugh at my Tianjian Gate!"

Dao Xuan Zhenren's persuasion was fruitless, and he was already really angry, and he wanted to capture his beloved disciple.

"After all, is it just a vanity like face?"

Hua Qianxun looked at the former senior brothers and masters, his face was expressionless, it turned out that what the world earned was just that ethereal false name, what cultivation, what good and evil, it was just an excuse.

"Yudie, this sword was given to you by chance from outside the mountain, and I don't want your Dharma Body to be extinguished and cherish it. ”

Hua Qianxun stroked the sword body, it was as black as ink, but it was decorated with natural patterns, and it was cold and icy, but it was alarming.

"Today, I have nothing to do with the Heavenly Sword Gate, and from now on, there will be no Heavenly Sword Gate Hua Qianxun in the world, only a scattered person who wanders the world. ”

With that, Hua Qianhiro walked away in the void. A sword light swept under his feet, followed by Dao Xuan's anger.

"You have been cultivating in the Heavenly Sword Gate for hundreds of years, how can it have nothing to do with the Heavenly Sword Gate, the world will be intolerable after you leave, do you really not know whether you live or die?!"

Hua Qianxun stagnated slightly, the blue light flashed above her head, and a little baby holding a jade sword appeared, full of vitality and agility. Before everyone could stop it, the dazzling light erupted, as if illuminating the real Heavenly Sword Gate, and after a while, the little baby gradually faded away and was about to dissipate.

"My strength is gone, my Yuan Shen is worn out, I have no Dao power, and I am no longer a person from the Heavenly Sword Gate, what else do you have to say now......

As soon as he finished speaking, Hua Qianhiro, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, was unable to support it, fell from the clouds, and rolled down towards the mountain.

But a breeze suddenly appeared, slowing down and sending him to the bottom of the mountain. Hua Qianxun, who was covered in scars, saw that the rain butterfly was still flying in her chest, put her mind at ease, and bowed in the direction of the Heavenly Sword Gate.

"Thank you for saving your life!"

Dao Xuan looked into the distance, and after turning around, a little tear rolled down from the old man's eyes, drifting away with the rain.

"Your primordial spirit is gone, and the limit is not far away...... Alas!"

With his sword in hand, he climbed under a big tree with difficulty, and looked at his cracked skin, as if it had lost its moisture and moisturized soil.

After a while, a dying old man, full of gray hair, was gasping for breath.

"Rain butterfly, we are finally together tonight, and no one can stop us anymore......" When the wrinkled fingers were about to touch the flying butterfly, they hung down powerlessly and ended their lives.

Butterflies flutter non-stop in the wind and rain, as if they are dancing a moving dance. After being knocked down by the rain several times, she insisted on flying again, and finally landed weakly on the old man's mouth.

"Chihiro, I can finally kiss your lips......"

A bolt of lightning struck, and the ancient trees were struck by lightning, and the relentless flames consumed them, leaving only the blackwood sword stuck in the dirt......

Not long after, a woman in black appeared, dressed in a black gauze palace dress, black gauze covering her face, a little red sand dotted on the center of her eyebrows, a slender jade hand wiped on the sword body, and a cloud of black gas was packed into the box.

"It's hard for you lovers, since you want to pay off the grievances of the Heavenly Sword Gate, you can stay in their sword shrine for a while, and you will get out of trouble if you have a fate. ”

The woman's jade hand flicked lightly, and the wooden sword that had experienced vicissitudes of life slashed across the sky and disappeared into a starlight......

......

For a long time, Ji Yan stopped talking, maybe this story happened in Tianjian Gate, or maybe the black wood sword in the story was Qingping Sword, or maybe the last woman was the woman she saw in the sword shrine that day, in short, this shock was no less than the day of Lei Yan Cave for him.

Han Yan, who was also silent, only remembered the scene of that day at this moment, the two of them depended on each other for life and death, which was really touching, and he forgot to ask Ji Yan that question for a while.

"How long is life?"

As if talking to himself, Ji Yan shook away the black smoke, asked the cold smoke, walked by the jade platform step by step, and looked at Qingping in his hand.

"Life is in ...... Between you and me, between all things......"

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light suddenly rose into the sky......