Before making this decision, Chilin had asked Su Qingyue to investigate Dao Wuhou. As for where Su Qingyue found the source, he chose to respect his friend's privacy.
"I believe you and Si Le know what's going on." Su Qingyue did not go into details.
Because he knew that his friend had other responsibilities, and every decision he made was carefully considered.
Chi Lin said: "I have actually not discussed this matter with my senior sister."
This was an idea he had on a whim. After thinking about it, he immediately asked a friend to verify it, and he didn't remember to explain it to Lin Ruomei.
"Then we can go discuss it now. If you want to thank me, remember to leave a wedding wine for me in the future. I have to go back to prepare medicine for the two patients. I will stay soon this time, and my friends will stay."
Obviously, Mr. Wenyuan did not intend to leave a chance for his friend to refute. Some things were obvious.
Watching his friend leave, Chilin folded the letter, turned around and left:
"Heaven sends continuous rain to moisten the green mountains, singing songs to the hearts of pastoralists in Cangye; God sends a stroke of blazing flames to burn away the ignorance and the hidden dragon's song."
…………
the other side.
"The latest news is that there are two more people under the sword. The place below the sword is now more lively than the one under the sword."
A figure jumped up on the wall, sharing the latest information with the two people in the courtyard. Xiao Ren, who was sitting in the courtyard, made a move when he saw this, and his words were a little helpless:
"The door is over there."
Yuan Wuxiang seemed to have never heard of this, and jumped down from the wall. The bad habit of not going through the front door was spread. I don't know when it spread.
After hearing the news, he saw Ya Jiu sitting not far away, taking out a strange rectangular object, on which all the names of the Monument of Wind and Clouds in the World appeared. The young man sighed:
“On this scale we can achieve the best together.”
"An evenly matched opponent is the best opponent. If it can be solved with one move, then the gains in the battle will be minimal."
Yuan Wuxiang entered the courtyard. At the same time as he spoke, he walked directly to the opposite side of Yajiu and sat down. He picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea.
Then, he spoke to Xiao Wuren who was not far away:
"Actually, if you are willing, you can take the time to visit Gui Xin Abyss. Senior Wu Chi has left a legacy there. With your understanding, you should be able to gain something."
"I have heard Master mention this before."
Xiao Wuren's movements did not stop because of this. He had heard Yuan Wuxiang's proposal before, and only heard the empty valley's remaining voice continue:
"At that time, Master said: The Heavenly Sword is already invincible, so there is no need to borrow it from others.
My path has been clear before, and the inheritance of Wu Chi can be seen from you. "
Although he felt that his master's words were a bit exaggerated, Xiao Wuren's path had indeed been clear before, and various martial arts were of limited help to him.
Hearing this, Yuan Wuxiang sighed: "You can take this path of being invincible with the Heavenly Sword. Unlike me, I am now worried and have a headache."
"Did Daoshu reply to your letter?" Yajiu asked with concern.
"The old man asked me to try my best." Yuan Wuxiang put the tea cup back on the table and spread his hands: "Now I have no choice of swords, and guns and bows are troublesome. How about I try the first risk?"
"With the Tiandao War Box here, what are you afraid of?" The young man looked contemptuous.
He felt that Yuan Wuxiang was too stable, or too salty.
"It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that it's too troublesome."
"Um?"
Just as Yuan Wuxiang spoke, the young man's eyes suddenly condensed. It was obvious that there was a change in the Fengyun Monument.
"What's wrong."
"Jingxian Xingyu·Ji Wuying, Lord Xuanzhen has a rival."
I saw Yuan Wuxiang thinking: "I seem to have heard of this name."
"The bow of the Seventh Cultivation of Martial Arts." Yajiu revealed the answer: "In addition to Taiyu Jinghong and Yiliu Yi, as well as the leader of the Seventh Cultivation of the Swordsman, we have all the swords, spears and bows this time."
"As for the other swordsman Baihua Snow-capped Princess, in addition to being a swordsman in the Sword Sea Hall of Fame, she is also a member of the Sword Sealing Tower. She used her sword to accept the achievements of Zhouyi, and her sword is named Snow-capped Kunlun."
Compared to those passers-by, the information Ya Jiu knew was obviously more detailed, and he even knew some secrets.
Yuan Wuxiang joked: "As expected of the young master of the underworld in the Southern Region."
"You can eat or not, and you can't talk nonsense. Be careful and I will sue you for slander."
"Huh? Who in this hall dares to sue me!"
"All in all, the key to her swordsmanship lies in counting words, which happened to be fundamentally restrained by Brother Xiao."
After ending the boring fight, Yajiu followed suit and analyzed the other person's information:
"And her sword skills should not be perfected yet. As for the other Wuxiang Sword, in fact, it should be called Jian Wuxiang. I once heard Uncle Jiuxia mention this person, and he probably hasn't achieved great success yet."
"That can be called a master." Yuan Wuxiang nodded slightly.
"On the sword side, apart from the Seventh Cultivator and Brother Lin, the senior sword god is the only one who deserves attention. Forget it, I will visit him in person later."
What really surprised Yajiu was Jiu Qian Sheng. He had successfully escaped from seclusion just a few years ago, and he even came to Fengyun Monument to leave his name. He decided to visit this senior later.
Xiao Wuren did not interrupt, but just played the piano and listened to the conversation between the two.
…………
The mountains are empty with drizzle, and the plains are awakened at night. Whose world is this misty rain?
A bamboo boat? A cold shadow? Or a line of business songs?
"Whose world has no wind and rain; whose life has a way out:
Yesterday’s confusion left today’s clarity;
It's just that the original photo was damaged; one step and one scene was damaged;
Memories collapse, and there is a desert in front of you;
When people are on a journey, they ask for directions carefully;
The people and the land are unfamiliar, and it gets dark in a blink of an eye;
When the storm comes, the moonlight comes to take care of you;
Only then can I understand and suppress the prison of hardship;
One step, two steps, time is wasted;
If you take the wrong step, you will find your way back.
It’s better not to escape, but to get used to it..."
Whose exile is this lonely boat?
Exile, who is the salvation?
The raindrops falling from the sky condensed into pieces of snowflakes in the desolation, and fell on the shoulders of the people on the boat.
The figure sitting quietly holds a boom in his hand and a bamboo basket beside him.
However, there was no fish stored in the bamboo basket.
"Um?"
At this moment, the atmosphere of heaven and earth suddenly changed. The people sitting quietly on the bamboo boat immediately stood up, ventilated the air machine, and fought against the sudden appearance of the sword intent.
"A stream of cold water is a front, a shadow is a lonely lamp, and a person is mad; a boat is full of wind and frost, and a moon is shining, and a boat is filled with hatred and a king."
Clang, Clang, Clang——
The melodious sound of ringing bells echoed on the river, and a unicorn slowly walked out of the rippling space, with a carriage being pulled by him. Even on the river, it still felt like walking on flat ground.
Immediately, the sound of cold poetry echoed.
"There is no solitary smoke in the desert, long bows, flint arrows, red bones and flames; strategies come to respond to the sky and open up the territory, and the king's account plays chess only to respect the mysterious."
A boat and a car looked at each other from a distance on the wide river.
Rebel Tianjiu's eyes narrowed slightly: "The king of the Qilin tribe."
"King of the Golden Tree Clan." Sword-tailed Qilin was equally surprised.
"Why did you come here?"
Jiu Qihou of the Jinshu Clan in the past, now the number one demon judge, asked his old friend that the royal families that can survive today did not have no communication in the era of chaos.
