Sunlight, somewhat glaring.

In this sunlight, Shiraishi played the piano intently. His fingers plucked the strings, and the sound of the piano lingered. Sitting upright on the piano platform, this posture has been maintained for several days.

The mist in the stream pool was still lingering, and the black hat on the willow tree was not taken away by the departing violinist, everything, as if Shiraishi had come here for the first time, only the aura between heaven and earth, at this moment, swirled around Shiraishi's body, as if to penetrate the barrier of his skin and enter his body.

Also, in Shiraishi's mind, there were no more chaotic shadows at the moment, only the vast consciousness, in which the repertoire seemed to contain sadness when he plucked the strings.

The violinist came to the passage, but he did not walk out of the passage, but in the passage, through the dazzling sunlight, looked at the location of the white stone, and while standing with his hands in his hands, his eyebrows were furrowed, and he sighed softly, as if he was sighing for the longing and melancholy in the white stone repertoire. Immediately, he returned the same way, quietly.

Shiraishi stared at the strings, but his gaze did not move a little because of the movement of his fingers, and his eyes did not close for a long time, as if he was fascinated by something, but it seemed a little dim, just like his heart at the moment, a little calm...... Dead.

And in the location of this star city, in a certain street, a restaurant called "Mingxuan Inn" is crowded with guests rushing to enter at this moment. This is not because of how luxurious the restaurant is, or because it is cheaper than other restaurants, but simply because the smell of wine coming from the restaurant confuses this group of alcoholics. And the person who made the wine was Su Xuan.

It is still the location of this star city, and it is also crowded with people in a relatively luxurious shop, but this is not because of the spirits, but because of the medicine sold in this shop, this medicine is called 'Hehesan'.

In contrast, the shop opposite it was much more deserted, even though this shop was not as luxurious as the shop opposite, but in this shop, except for the three handymen, there was only one old man holding a black stick. The old man, looking at the shop opposite, looking at the full crowd, when his face trembled slightly, the black stick in his hand subconsciously clenched, and on the black stick, there were suddenly black elements, this element shuttled like a small snake, in this shuttle, the slightly frowning eyebrows, revealing killing intent!

"Owner, the business of this 'Demon Sword Sect' shop is so prosperous, but our 'North Stick Village' has basically been visited by no one recently...... If this continues, our pharmacy in 'Beigangzhuang' will close sooner or later!"

A middle-aged man in the shop said to the man holding a black stick.

The old man squinted his eyes slightly, listening to the man's words, and his palm slowly loosened, even though the black element stopped abruptly the moment his palm slowly loosened, but in his slightly narrowed eyes, his killing intent was even more clear!

"Have you found the prescription for Hehesan?" The old man's gaze did not take his eyes off the shop opposite, and his lips seemed to move.

It was as if the words were coming straight from his throat.

When the middle-aged man saw this scene, his body trembled slightly, and he said softly: "Our pharmacist has been decomposing it for three days, and after refining this medicine, its structure is extremely strange, and the pharmacist can't decompose it." ”

Hearing this, the old man suddenly turned around, returned to the wooden table on the side, and after taking a sip of hot tea, said, "With my understanding of their 'Demon Sword Sect' pharmacist, it is impossible for him to refine such an elixir...... This prescription must have been given by someone else, or their 'Demon Sword Sect' had invited a more advanced pharmacist. Go check and see who their 'Demon Sword Sect' has invited. As long as it is the price offered by their 'Demon Knife Faction', our 'Bei Stick Village' will pay double...... If you don't comply......"

When the old man said this, the killing intent in his eyes was even stronger, and after a moment of silence, his voice seemed to be shouting: "Kill!"

After receiving instructions, the middle-aged man answered and hurried out of the shop.

At the same time, in the small courtyard of the violinist, behind the passage, Bai Shi's fingers suddenly flicked, and in the echo of its sound, the birds on the trees flew away, and a glint suddenly appeared in his gloomy eyes. His palm suddenly lifted, and the iron sword on the piano platform suddenly appeared in his palm, and his gaze looked at the stone wall like a sharp one!

"Old man, love!" roared, this sound seemed to be able to shake the auspicious clouds in the sky, its strong meaning did not seem to belong to his age, under the echo of the voice, his body, roared towards the stone wall, raised the iron sword in his hand, the iron sword under the indoctrination of his consciousness, there was already a breath from the white stone, this breath seemed to turn into a strong liliang, under the sunlight, flashing a dazzling light, extremely sharp!

His eyes were fixed on the stone wall, and Bai Shi waved the iron sword in his hand, as if he was carving something around the word 'Jing'.

Gravel splashed, some splashing in the stream, causing a splash. Dust and smoke flew, and some flew into Shiraishi's eyes, but his eyes didn't blink in the slightest. As his body moved, the iron sword in his hand touched the stone wall violently, and from time to time there was a sound of 'bell', and under this void, it aroused a series of invisible energy, and at the same time, there was a sound of 'boom' and 'boom', shaking his heart.

At a certain moment, Shiraishi's body suddenly turned over in mid-air, and the iron sword in his hand made a piercing sound while stirring against the stone wall. In this crisp sound, his body suddenly fell to the ground, looked up at the place of the stone wall, and through the dust and smoke that had not yet dispersed, he saw the words carved by himself, and said silently:

A song is gloomy and sorrowful, and the long pavilion is still the same.

I don't see the old man back then, when will I cry.

The autumn leaves are sprinkled all over the ground, and they only desolate people.

Xiao Ran met by chance, wisps of smoke and green dreams, and deep love since ancient times.

Hatred, bitterness.

The sound of sorrow in the forest is desolate, and the sun is shining in the west.

Ask the sky, dare to laugh at the earth!

There is no idle place in the West Lake, and the shadow is thin, who knows?

The sun shines and the red leaves fly, and the moon reflects the tower.

frowned, but worried.

Where the stream flows, the wolf howls and the full moon Xiao Xiao cries.

Around the forest, residual dreams remain.

When did the deceased have ......

......

As Zuihou's words were read out by Bai Shi, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, turned around, looked at the qin on the piano platform, and seemed to laugh at himself in his deep groan: "It turns out ...... Some people can't forget it at all, they just pin this kind of thinking on something. ”

With a wry smile, Bai Shi put the iron sword in his hand into the storage bag, and then looked up to the sky, wanting to roar and vent his inner emotions, but he couldn't roar, but closed his eyes, felt the warmth of the sun, and stood with his hands down.

Under the moisture of this sun, he seemed to understand something, and at a certain moment, a knowing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his closed eyes opened impressively because he no longer looked up to the sky. He immediately stretched out his palm, and his eyes were concentrated in the palm.

Under the control of his consciousness, if an inexplicable law of heaven and earth is activated, a white object like an elixir immediately appears in the palm of Baishi's palm, and the appearance of this object makes Baishi clearly find that the white stone mist emitted around it is much richer than when he first saw this object.

"It seems that this time I am playing the piano...... It also absorbed a lot of heaven and earth aura. Shiraishi smiled lightly, clenching his palm in a deep groan, and the white object in his palm disappeared because of his clenched palm. He returned to the place where the piano was and looked at the piano, as if there was already his breath on the piano, and this breath, like the breath on the iron sword, was a strong liliang.

Shiraishi stroked the strings, and the breath on the strings made him feel familiar, and under this familiarity, it seemed that he thought of something.

"Since I already have a kind of sustenance in my thoughts...... Then the next thing is to improve your strength. ”

In the midst of a deep groan, Shiraishi looked at his bare hands, and on top of them, there seemed to be a circle of almost transparent golden light, and while this aura appeared and disappeared, Shiraishi bit his finger and oozed a drop of red blood, which soaked in the bare part of his hand. Where his hand was bare, it suddenly reverberated with a 'boom', and in an instant, there was a dazzling golden light, and within this golden light, there were the shapes and fonts of medicinal herbs.

"Ziyucao, Aya Arahana...... Required by the Cave Xuan Realm, after its human blood seeps in, the medicinal power is better...... But the wild ding has to choose the best product, otherwise its ding can't withstand the huge medicinal power. ”

Silently reciting the words in the illusion, Shiraishi's eyes wrinkled slightly, and after repeating it several times, he used his consciousness to put away the illusion, his eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes fell on the location of the passage.

"It seems...... I'm going to have to go out and head to the 'Demon Sword Sect'. ”