A pasture.
Thousands of cattle and sheep are having fun, as if this is their paradise.
Farther away, a young figure lay on the back of a cow, looking at the blue sky.
"The sky is blue, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind and you can see cattle and sheep."
On the back of the cow, the young man sang leisurely acapella.
"Brother, your singing is really ugly. Even the cows won't listen." A little girl said with squinted eyes on the back of another cow next to her.
"It's okay if you don't listen. Even the piano cows can't understand it. Can they understand if I sing it?" the young man said.
"Moo!"
Suddenly, under the young man's back, Qing Niu suddenly barked, seemingly in response.
"Forgot, your cow is different from others." The young man said softly, as if he had thought of something, and there was an inexplicable sadness in his eyes.
"No, brother, time has passed. Sister Qian will be unhappy." The girl's face suddenly changed.
"It doesn't matter. It's not just once or twice that she's unhappy." The boy said.
But as soon as his voice fell, a figure suddenly appeared on the back of the cow where he was.
"It doesn't matter?" A crisp voice appeared.
"Who will fall in love with whom?" the boy responded.
Snapped!
As soon as a palm print fell, the young man's figure was directly lifted hundreds of feet away, and his body was like a rubber ball, rising and falling several times on the boundless pasture.
On the other side, the little girl covered her eyes with her hands and couldn't bear to look directly.
But soon, the young man's figure appeared.
"The one hundred and eighty thousand six hundredth time."
The boy said.
"oh."
"Woman, stop it. You said you would never hit me again after you hit me a hundred and eight thousand times. Why don't you keep your word?"
"Oh, did you tell me?" said the woman in white on the cow's back.
Her black hair is like a waterfall, her eyes are like stars, and she has a faint ethereal feeling about her body, as if she is independent from the world and superior to all living beings.
"You said it." The young man nodded seriously.
The woman smiled:
"Oh, then I don't care."
juvenile:……
After a while, night fell, the blue sky disappeared, and so did the cattle and sheep. But there are countless more stars twinkling in the sky.
"Qin Nan, you have stayed here for twenty years, and two years have passed outside. Don't you want to go back and take a look?"
In front of a hut, the woman put down the bowls and chopsticks in her hands and spoke softly.
And in front of him was Qin Nan.
"It's been two years?" Qin Nan murmured to himself.
His eyes were deep, and his memories seemed to flash against the current, flashing past.
Two years ago, no, twenty years ago to be exact. The flow of time here is different from that in the real world.
Two years have passed outside, but twenty years have passed here.
However, twenty years have passed, but Qin Nan's appearance has not changed at all. The aura here is extremely mysterious and has fallen out of the category of spiritual energy.
To be precise, it is an origin. If I really had to give it a name to define it, it would be Tao Qi.
In twenty years, Qin Nan's body has recovered.
The altar was recast and the cultivation base was restored. Even go a step further and truly reach the state of asking for fate. However, it was different from before. With the help of the power of the Eternal Sword Soul, although he briefly reached the level of Guan Ming, it was only a level of power. Now the real cultivation level has also caught up.
And his physical body also broke through, and the immortal sword body reached the last level, the immortal state.
It is no exaggeration to say that now, even if he is only in the physical body, he can kill the existences in the fate-asking realm. Even if you encounter a being like Guan Shan, you can still contend.
Unfortunately...it's too late.
What's more, the Immortal Heart and the Eternal Sword Soul are still silent, without any movement. Even Liansheng had to come out.
"Twenty years, it's indeed a long time." Qin Nan said lightly, then raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him.
"Sister Qian, it's been twenty years. I've always wanted to ask you, are all my friends...really dead?"
Qin Nan asked tentatively.
This was the pain in his heart. Seeing each figure dying in front of him, he almost collapsed. The reason why I keep hiding it in my heart and ignore it is just because I am afraid that I will get an answer I don't want.
"Dead." The woman said.
Qin Nan's expression darkened.
"Everyone has his own destiny, and the same goes for life and death. Of course, there are also a few people who have other destiny. For example, the one with only one arm seems to have realized something extraordinary. Although he died, his Taoism will never die. Maybe Will be reborn," the woman said.
"Jian Wuji?" Qin Nan's eyes flashed.
The woman shook her head: "I don't know what his name is. And your woman, the Tianhuang body is known as the immortal phoenix. Although she has fallen, she has merged with the phoenix fire spirit. Perhaps one day, she will condense the fire of nirvana and re- Come."
Qin Nan stood up fiercely.
He didn't dare to ask because he was afraid of hearing a bad answer.
But now, after hearing what the woman said, he could no longer calm down.
Although what the woman said was just a hypothesis, it undoubtedly gave Qin Nan hope.
"Is there more?" Qin Nan asked.
"Where do you get so many questions?" The woman seemed displeased and frowned. The rice grains at the corner of his mouth also fell down due to this movement.
The woman gently touched her lips with her hand, and another one appeared on her hand. Immediately, her expression turned cold.
"Don't you know, I hate people asking me questions the most? It makes me have rice caked on my face when I eat."
Just go, bang!
The palm prints condensed again, and Qin Nan's figure was directly blown away.
Half a moment later, Qin Nan returned exhausted.
"Last question. Sister Qian, I will be leaving tomorrow. Can you tell me what price Huangfu Tianjiang and others paid to let you take action?" Qin Nan asked.
This is also a knot in his heart.
It's hard to say what happened back then. What he couldn't accept the most was that his own destiny was being controlled and he was walking on the trajectory laid out by others.
"It's simple. Do one thing for me," the woman said.
"What's the matter?" Qin Nan asked quickly.
There seemed to be more involved behind this. The woman in front of her was so tyrannical that I couldn't even imagine, but she still needed Luo Yitian and the others to do something.
"You don't deserve to know," the woman said.
Qin Nan:......
"Last question, can you tell me where this is? And Sister Qian, what's your name?"
The woman was stunned.
"You've asked three questions!"
"Really, this is the last one." Qin Nan looked certain.
The woman's methods were too magical. He wanted to know something and then infer something.
"Here... I call it home. As for my name, they call me Tiandao." The woman said lightly.
Then he slapped the table.
"I'm not going to eat. I'm tired of having so many problems just to eat." The woman seemed to be annoyed by the capture. She started to slap the case, then waved her hand and slapped her in the face.
"Really annoying!"
boom!
Qin Nan's figure was blown away again...
Sword Master Continent.
The Jianzun Continent remains as usual.
But two years ago, countless cultivators seemed to break free from their restraints, their sword souls transformed, and their cultivation levels increased dramatically.
No one knows what happened.
The only thing worth mentioning is that many of the absolute strong men on the Jianzun Continent are missing, seemingly disappearing inexplicably.
In the Western Wasteland, on the Burial Sword Plateau.
A teleportation array was running crazily, and corpses were teleported back from it one after another.
But soon, figures will enter the teleportation array one by one.
On the side, a figure stood, looking at the portal in front of him, hesitating for a long time.
"You are not strong enough. You are at the peak of Mingjian. You have been through hell for thirteen times. You may not be so lucky next time. Why are you bothering?" A female voice appeared.
It was Sword Lady.
And the figure in front of him was none other than Shi Zhongyu.
"I'm looking for a person. Everyone says he's dead, but I believe he must still be alive." Shi Zhongyu's eyes were firm.
In the past two years, he seemed to have experienced a lot, and his whole person was very vicissitudes of life, no longer as naive as before.
Sword Girl was stunned.
She knew about the existence of Shi Zhongyu, which was simply a different kind. After going there once, no one wanted to go back.
Only him, again and again.
And this time, it’s the fourteenth time.
Shi Zhongyu raised his head with tears in his eyes: "Look, I'm still alive, how could he die?"
