The moon stars are scarce.

Lin Yizhi had already prepared to go to the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion, compared to three years ago, he now had a faint expectation of going to the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion every once in a while.

Duanmu Ningque still doesn't pay much attention to people, but it's not like at the beginning, and occasionally he will say a few words. He and Hu Feng have more and more tendency to talk about everything.

So, after cooking dinner in the cafeteria of the Wendao Hall today, I said goodbye to all the senior brothers and senior sisters early, and walked out early.

That Lu Xiyue was making a fuss again, and said sourly, there was something in the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion that hooked his soul, so he was in such a hurry.

Let her go, Lin Yizhi thought like this.

It's still early, because there is time for the ban on the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion to open, and anyone who enters in advance will be attacked, so Lin Yizhi is not in a hurry.

It's been a long time since I've seen the night, but tonight I finally have some time.

So Lin Yizhi walked and watched. The night of the mountain is also a must. The moonlight is like jade, and the stars are all over the sky. Unknown flowers swayed gently in the cool night breeze. In the distance, the mountain fog is heavy, and the winding mountain path is rugged and quiet along the mountain.

Walking and walking, Lin Yizhi was slightly intoxicated. It seems that it was a wise choice to choose to go on foot like this tonight.

In fact, if the mood is not wavering, this is peaceful, if the mood is obscure, this is the unique beauty in the world, and there is no intention to appreciate it.

Lin Yizhi walked on the winding mountain path so calmly, and the bright moon stretched his shadow for a long time. The mountain fog gradually rose, and Lin Yizhi's figure in this night also seemed a little looming.

Watching the wind from afar, there is only one immortal.

Lin Yizhi's journey was extremely comfortable.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear the sound of rustling footsteps on the opposite side, and he felt a little strange in his heart, although he had just walked out of Moxian Peak here, but at this hour, who would be on the trail?

He looked up, reflecting the clear moonlight, towards the end of the trail, and sure enough, there seemed to be a white figure in the mist of the mountain.

The white figure, Lin Yizhi looked quite familiar. Although every movement of the figure in this thick fog was a little hazy, Lin Yizhi felt that this figure seemed to have been seen a long time ago, and it seemed that when he saw it a long time ago, it seemed that he couldn't see it clearly for some reason.

His mind was spinning rapidly, searching for who this figure was. However, Lin Yizhi never remembered when he had seen such a white figure. However, it was certain that he did find the figure very familiar. He could even be roughly sure of the time.

It must have been sometime eight years ago.

At that time, I was only ten years old.

Just when Lin Yizhi was guessing, the white-clothed figure should have also seen Lin Yizhi, and his steps suddenly quickened, and he walked towards Lin Yizhi.

About a foot away, the white-clothed figure spoke first: "Brother Yizhi, it's my ......"

When Lin Yizhi heard him speak, he also saw clearly who it was, it turned out to be Nalan Mingxuan.

Why is he? Lin Yizhi was a little puzzled.

It's not that he doubts Nalan Mingxuan himself, although Nalan usually likes to wear white clothes, when he is close, without the obstruction of this dense fog, he looks like Nalan Mingxuan himself, but Lin Yizhi is sure that in his mind, the figure in the dense fog is not the feeling of Nalan Mingxuan now.

What the hell is going on? Why is it clear that Nalan Mingxuan is in front of him, but the familiar feeling that gives him should not be him?

Lin Yizhi rarely didn't greet Nalan Mingxuan immediately, and lowered his head, stunned with a puzzled look in his eyes.

Eight years ago, had he seen any white figures? and it was still Nalan Mingxuan?

When Nalan Mingxuan approached, he also noticed Lin Yizhi's unusual expression, and smiled slightly: "Brother Yizhi, what are you thinking, you don't even say anything?"

Lin Yizhi raised his head slightly, and said with some doubts: "Nalan, when did we first meet?"

Nalan Mingxuan smiled heartily, and said calmly in his eyes: "Brother Yizhi, why did you forget, three years ago, Hong Jiapo, the four-pupiled bear demon ......"

Lin Yizhi shook his head and said, "No, no! It seems to be earlier than this!"

He wasn't sure, and there was a little doubt in his tone.

Nalan Mingxuan was stunned for a moment, and then laughed again: "It seems that Sister Xiyue is right, there is indeed something in the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion that hooks your soul, you and I met for the first time, not that time, and when?"

Lin Yizhi shook his head vigorously, and didn't think about it anymore, and secretly said in his heart, I am afraid that the cultivation of the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion in the past three years is about to come to an end, and the head of this period of cultivation is a little chaotic.

Thinking of this, Lin Yizhi also smiled and said, "Why is Nalan here, when we were eating in the dining hall, we were still in one place." It's only been long, why did you come from the other side?"

Nalan Mingxuan's expression was still extremely natural: "After eating, I always have to take a walk, my feet are faster, not as leisurely and elegant as my brother, I just walked around, and I was about to go back, and I met you, brother." Brother, are you going to the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion?"

Lin Yizhi nodded and said, "But I'm going, and it's a lot of effort for Edgeworth, so I'll take a look." ”

Nalan Mingxuan nodded, as if he had thought of something, and said, "Isn't the prohibition of the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion only allowed to enter after a watch or so?

Lin Yizhi hurriedly said: "Along the way, look at the scenery of this mountain, leisurely, and walk around under that sword peak for a while, and the time will be about the same?"

Nalan Mingxuan replied seemingly casually: "This matter, there is no impermeable wall, don't Senior Brother Zeng also want to go, I heard it a few times." As he spoke, he said unabashedly: "Not only that, I heard that even if you enter the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion within the specified hour, you still need a token to get the approval of the prohibition, right!"

Nalan Mingxuan's eyes were calm, and Lin Yizhi no longer suspected anything else, it seemed that Nalan did regard himself as his own brother, otherwise let others know that he, an ordinary disciple, knew so much about the prohibition of the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion, and would definitely wonder if he had other intentions.

Nalan Mingxuan is still not the slightest bit vague about me. Lin Yizhi nodded, and no longer concealed it, took out something from his arms, handed it to Nalan Mingxuan, and said, "This is the token that has passed the prohibition, called the Juyuan Order." ”

Nalan Mingxuan was also not polite, reached out and took the Xuantie token, weighed the weight in his hand, and then handed the token to Lin Yizhi: "The weight of this token is not light. You better take it, aren't you afraid that I will snatch this token and go to the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion by myself?"

Lin Yizhi laughed when he heard this: "Brother Nalan is frank, if you really want me to send you, or I will go to find Qi Nan to teach you, and beg him to let you go too?"

Nalan Mingxuan nodded, and seemed to sigh with some emotion: "This mountain of people, I'm afraid that only Yizhi doesn't doubt me?"

Lin Yizhi smiled and said, "Nalan is the same for me?"

Nalan Mingxuan stopped talking and looked up at the sky.

The galaxy is shining, and the sky is vast.

Suddenly, he smiled at Lin Yiyi and said, "Brother, go to the Sword Pavilion......"

Lin Yizhi nodded and said, "Okay, Nalan should go back quickly!" With that, he turned his head and walked a few steps forward.

It's just that after just a few steps, Nalan Mingxuan's voice came from behind him: "Brother Yizhi......"

Lin Yizhi suddenly stopped, turned his head and smiled at Nalan Mingxuan.

In the mist, Nalan Mingxuan's figure was a little trance-like.

"Nalan, what's the matter?" asked Lin Yizhi.

Nalan Mingxuan didn't speak, just stood there and looked in the direction of Lin Yizhi.

Lin Yizhi felt as if Nalan Mingxuan was about to say something, but for some reason, he couldn't say it for a long time.

Ban Na Lan Mingxuan seemed to smile, his voice was clear, and the words were legible.

"Brother, take care of the road ahead!"

Lin Yizhi felt that Nalan Mingxuan's words were for no reason, he was just going to the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion to practice, and it was not a dangerous thing, he said this, it was a bit serious.

Lin Yi subconsciously felt that Nalan seemed to have something, but he couldn't say it.

He wanted to ask clearly, but he felt that this was really not the place to talk, so he gave up, thinking that it would not be too late to ask him again when he returned tomorrow morning.

So he nodded, and smiled easily: "Nalan, what you say, as if we can't see each other, I'll go to the Sword Pavilion first, and I'll look for you tomorrow morning." ”

Nalan Mingxuan didn't move, and in the heavy mist, he kept watching Lin Yizhi's figure gradually disappear. In the originally calm eyes, an inexplicable light suddenly flashed.

Under the moonlight, the white figure seemed quite inexplicably cold and lonely.

Lin Yizhi has been gone for a long time, and he is still standing there like this.

Suddenly, he sighed, and said in a low voice, as if talking to himself: "Brother...... I'll be waiting for you tomorrow......"

With these words, the sleeves of his robe seemed to move slightly.

By the moonlight, I found that there was a dark iron texture quietly exposed at the cuff.

That thing seemed to be extremely familiar, just like the appearance of the Juyuan Order in Lin Yizhi's hand.

The night was long, and there was no one on this winding and deep winding mountain path.

The white-clothed Nalan had long since disappeared, leaving only a few ugly crows of old crows.

The wind, as if it had risen at some point, drove the heavy mist and obscured all the moons in the sky......