The atmosphere above the green mountains instantly became tense.
Chennu huddled his hands in his sleeves and sat calmly, looking at Young Master Wubei.
"Outrage like this often comes when someone exposes the truth."
Young Master Wubei said nothing, the green mountain was squeezed instantly, and the world turned into a huge coffin.
The most famous witchcraft in Northern Witch Way.
Styx Coffin.
Chennu's expression remained unchanged. Wuhe came from outside the coffin and punched out a huge hole in the coffin.
The two stood on both sides of the Wu River and stared at each other for a long time.
Someone stretched out a hand and crushed the Styx coffin to pieces, also cutting off the Wu River water.
It was the Nantuo Spirit Witch who had never spoken before.
That man was younger than the other two Nanchu witches, only in his fifties, but he was the strongest Nanchu witch among the three. His surname was Ming, and his name was Ming Yufang.
Ming Yuying calmly looked at Young Master Wubei and Chennu, and said calmly: "The goddess is about to return to the world, why bother to have unnecessary arguments again?"
Both of them calmed down.
Young Master Wubei closed his eyes again.
"How's it going over there in Nanyi City?" Ming Mayfly continued.
Everyone looked at Young Master Wubei, who did not speak. Shan Lai, who had been to Nanyi City once, stood up and bowed to the three of them, saying, "They still know nothing, but Hua Wuxi once revealed some insignificant things at that time."
Shu He looked towards the south and said with a sneer: "Northern practitioners are always proud, but they also have the blind stupidity that comes from it."
Ming Yuying just said calmly: "The great road is higher than the human world, and also higher than us. They like to calculate the world, so it may not be possible to calculate here."
Chen Nu said slowly: "There is no movement in the northern cultivation world. Do you really believe in the Human Sword Sect like this?"
"If the Human Sword Sect has Cong Ren, it would be trustworthy." Ming Yuyu said softly, "But it is a pity that Cong Ren is not here."
As he said that, he remembered something.
"Where is the Prime Minister?"
Shu He was silent for a while and said: "He escaped and hid in the Youhuang Mountains. He will probably sneak back to Nanyi City."
Ming Mayfly sighed and said: "Qu Ling and the other six spiritual witches all tried together, but none of them were able to keep him. The Dao is indeed higher than the witches and ghosts."
Although the Prime Minister is a great demon, he is building the Northern Road, not the way of witches and ghosts.
That's why Ming ephemera sighs like this.
Shuhe looked at the tall mountains in the distance that seemed to be towering under the sky, and said: "Although the demon clan's cultivation talent is not as good as that of ordinary people like us, after all, he has lived for a thousand years, and has been walking in the world since our ancestors. It’s the human world. A journey of a thousand years is naturally farther than a hundred years.”
Chennu sighed and said, "So this is the best time."
Ming Mayfly shook his head and said calmly: "The best time has not come yet." He looked towards the vast swamp. "However, the goddess is about to be born. We must do this. Whether it is Nanyi City or crossing Fengqiling and heading further north, the world must first think of the name Wuguishen Sect again."
Ming Mayfly stood up and stood in the hunting wind of Daze.
"Only can the world return to the era when witches and ghosts flourished."
"Our time."
...
"I met a very interesting person before. I think he must be one of the tallest people in your world."
Yao Ji held an umbrella and walked slowly on the branches of the ancient trees with bare feet, which were as wide as mats and curled up due to age.
"He asked me a question - whether the fallacy value of Destiny Observation can be corrected."
Liu Sanyue was still kneeling on the last jade step of the high platform. The power in the divine sea was completely wiped out by the vast power of the Styx. He just knelt there, just like in the ancient myth. Praying to the gods - just like people begging for mercy.
"I have never thought about such a problem." Yao Ji's voice was gentle and soft, like the softest stamen in the middle of a blooming flower. "But I thought it was interesting, so I thought about it for a long time and told him what I thought was the right answer."
"I said the fallacy value of Destiny Observation can be corrected."
"I thought he would appreciate it."
An old branch hung down from the ancient tree and fell from the branch to the high platform. Then countless flowers and plants bloomed along the way. Yao Ji stepped on the branch and walked slowly down.
"But to my surprise, he dismissed my opinion."
Yao Ji chuckled softly, looking up at the edge of the umbrella and the dim sky in the dusk.
"He said that the fallacy value of fate observation exists and has a limited value, but it cannot be corrected."
"We argued for a long time and neither gave in to the other. But in return for an interesting question, I gave him something."
"I thought that was the end of the story."
"But when you appeared in Zezhong, the man named Bu Suanzi calculated everything accurately, so he probably calculated your death."
When Yao Ji said this, she stopped and walked calmly among the flowers and plants barefoot.
When Liu Sanyue heard this, he finally understood why he appeared on these mountains.
It turns out that what the fortune teller said at the beginning - you are going to die. Not talking to myself.
But the goddess who resurrected from the ancient times.
"I think he was wrong." Yao Ji said calmly, "So I corrected the fate he saw."
"But what he said is also correct - fate is unobservable and uncorrectable for those who live in it."
Liu Sanyue remained silent for a long time.
The pair of bare feet stopped in front of Liu Sanyue, stepping on a few old and damaged broad leaves, which were also stained with the pink color of the stamens.
"Do you want to escape your fate?"
Yao Ji's voice was extremely gentle.
Liu Sanyue raised her head and looked at Yao Ji blankly.
This woman in black ancient divine clothing stood in front of him gently holding an umbrella.
In her other hand, she held many ancient and profound souls.
Liu Sanyue was silent for a long time, then asked with difficulty: "How to jump out?"
Yao Ji said softly: "The world needs new ghosts and gods, Sun Yu Yue Yu, Dongjun Xiangjun Yunzhongjun, whatever you want to be, you can be, even if it is Donghuang Taiyi."
Liu Sanyue's pupils suddenly dilated. Even if he was from the north of Huai'an, he had heard of those names before.
Ancient Chu believed in ghosts and gods, and those names were the names of the gods of Ancient Chu.
However, each of them turned into a soul and was entrusted in Yao Ji's hands.
Who killed them?
Liu Sanyue stared blankly for a long time before his thoughts returned and he asked softly: "What do you want to do to let the world regain the power of ghosts and gods?"
Yao Ji raised her head, crossed the high platform, crossed the marsh, looked at the human world, and said softly: "Man and God have been alienated for thousands of years."
She lowered her head, looked at Liu Sanyue kneeling beside her bare feet, and said slowly: "It's time for us to go on a blind date."
Liu Sanyue lowered her head and looked at the bare feet, trembling all over.
The trembling feeling that came from nowhere occupied every part of his body.
At this time, he is no longer the most outstanding disciple of Qingtian Dao in the world.
Just a worldly person at a loss.
So those tremors are not excitement.
It's fear.
It took Liu Sanyue a long time to calm down. He was sweating profusely. He looked up at Yao Ji and said weakly but resolutely: "I don't want to."
Yao Ji stood under the umbrella and looked at Liu Sanyue for a long time and asked, "Why?"
Liu Sanyue said softly: "Before humans and gods separated, I didn't know what kind of human world it was. But now, I think the human world is very good. Human beings are weak, but without gods, they are constantly moving towards higher places." And go."
Liu Sanyue thought about the human world and laughed. All the beautiful and bright things left in his memory allowed him to get rid of the suppression of higher-level divine power.
"I think humans and gods should be alienated."
Yao Ji looked at Liu Sanyue quietly. He was still kneeling, but he seemed to have stood up - it was like his kneeling was just an accidental mistake.
"Do you think the gods are a shackles to the human world?"
Liu Sanyue said calmly: "Yes."
Yao Ji was in a trance at that moment.
More than two thousand years ago.
On the land of ancient Chu, someone once told her the same thing.
So later, he personally destroyed the Wuguishen Sect that had protected Gu Chu for countless years and allowed them to sink into the swamp.
Yao Ji was in a daze for a long time, and the souls held up in her hands dispersed one by one. Then she looked down at this young man in a gentle green robe but full of passionate love. Liu Sanyue's March is of course the March of the human world.
So the woman didn't ask about those things anymore, and walked towards the edge of the high platform, stepping on the fallen leaves and flowers of the past.
"I hope you and your human are right."
Yao Ji's voice is still as gentle as water.
But it has a bit of a sense of alienation.
A stream of Styx power came from her hand, supporting Liu Sanyue.
Sent to the human world.
...
In the alley of Nanyi City, the young man in a wide robe stood next to a vendor selling small toys. After selecting for a long time, he picked up a bamboo dragonfly, then raised his hand to feel for the money in his arms, and suddenly stopped. There.
The middle-aged stall owner, perhaps named Wang, looked at the man who suddenly stopped in front of him and thought he had forgotten to bring money, so he said with a smile: "If it's inconvenient for guests, you can take it away first. Remember next time." It’s okay to give money again.”
However, the man made no movement at all. He just stood there silently, with one hand stretched out in his arms, and there was no movement for a long time.
The stall owner felt a little weird, so he looked over and found that this person made no movement at all, and his breathing stopped there. This scene made the stall owner feel a little frightened, but after all, he had lived in Nanyi City for so long. , that consistent sense of security still calmed the stall owner down, and he patted the man's shoulder carefully.
"Are you OK?"
The man made no movement, as if he suddenly died here.
When the stall owner was about to ask someone to come over and take a look, the man seemed to have regained consciousness. He took a long breath, took out three pennies from his arms, handed it to the stall owner, and smiled apologetically. Said: "Sorry."
The stall owner breathed a sigh of relief, took the money, and asked with concern: "What happened to you just now? You look so scary."
The man shook his head and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's an old problem."
The stall owner wanted to recommend him a doctor from Nanyi City, but the man held the bamboo dragonfly in his hand and walked away in the alley.
The man walked slowly in the alley, looking at the houses everywhere, as if he was looking for something.
Not long after walking, he stopped.
After finishing Ximen's matter, Chen Huaifeng was holding his sword at the entrance of the alley, drinking tea, listening to the wind, looking at the bustling world, waiting for someone who shouldn't appear in Nanyi City.
The man walked towards Chen Huaifeng calmly.
"You came a little too quickly today."
Chen Huaifeng drank tea and said softly: "Originally, I could have come faster, but I had a lot to see, so I left you in the cold for a while."
The man looked down at the bamboo dragonfly in his hand, holding it and turning it back and forth.
"It seems that Nanyi City is indeed more hospitable. An uninvited guest like me who has been here once can get a cold apology."
Chen Huaifeng chuckled softly and said: "Because we are different from Huang Liang. We are open and tolerant, and we have enough strength to be open and tolerant."
The man stopped next to Chen Huaifeng, and the two stood at the entrance of the alley together.
"It seems you finally know who I am."
Chen Huaifeng thought for a while and said: "Actually, I said last time that no one can peek into this world, so it doesn't matter whether you are a noble man without sorrow or a noble man with sorrow."
Young Master Wubei said calmly: "With the Human Sword Sect on my back, I have more confidence than anything else to speak."
Chen Huaifeng said calmly: "I feel confident in what I say, not just because I have the Human Sword Sect behind me."
"Chen Huaifeng, Wolfberry Sword, I heard of your name when I became a great witch."
Young Master Wubei said slowly: "But that was then, and now is now. Even if you are only one step away from entering the great road, it will not be the great road after all. In front of me, I suggest that you restrain your confidence."
Chen Huaifeng held his sword and said: "If the person here is kind, then naturally this situation will not happen. Not only will I restrain my confidence, but I will also politely pour you a cup of wolfberry tea and sit by the river to drink tea and listen to the wind. Look at how happy the world is."
Young Master Wuai smiled, turned the bamboo dragonfly in his hand, and said, "But how do you know that I came here with bad intentions?"
Chen Huaifeng said calmly: "You have repeatedly appeared in Nanyi City at this time. How can the world believe your good intentions?"
Young Master Wubei stopped what he was doing and put the bamboo dragonfly into his sleeve. At the same time, he also retracted his hand into his sleeve.
What people hate to see the most is a wizard with his hands tucked into his sleeves.
The way of witches and ghosts comes from the gods of ritual, so their spells are often long and complicated, just like the rituals of seance to gods, and some even require obscure chanting.
So they like to retract their hands into their sleeves to reduce the exposure time of the witchcraft.
Chen Huaifeng drank up the wolfberry tea, placed the cup on the side of the brick wall, and raised his hand to hold the wolfberry sword.
But Gongzi Wubei just retracted his hands into his sleeves, and nothing happened.
"I just want to see where my poor brother died."
Young Master Wubei put his hands in his sleeves and said calmly.
Chen Huaifeng was silent for a long time and said, "Will you leave after reading this?"
Young Master Wubei said calmly: "I should leave after reading this."
Chen Huaifeng stood at the entrance of the alley without saying anything. Young Master Wuai smiled and walked out of the alley.
It wasn't until Young Master Wubei left for a long time that Chen Huaifeng let go of the wolfberry sword in his hand.
The palms of my hands are a little sticky.
He seemed to be sweating a lot.
If he really takes action, Chen Huaifeng will naturally not be afraid of Young Master Wubei. This is Nanyi City after all, where the Human Sword Sect is located.
What's more, in his arms, there is a wind and rain technique left by Bai Fengyu, the old temple master of Qingtian Dao.
But that's just confidence, not strength.
Just like what Young Master Wubei said.
That was then, and now is now.
The same cannot be said.
Young Master Wubei put his hands into his sleeves, giving Chen Huaifeng time to think about it.
Should we let go of this confidence and talk about it calmly?
So Chen Huaifeng had a brief chat.
And Young Master Wubei headed towards the east of the city.
...
In the slightly humid air in late spring in Nanyi City, there are faint traces of blood floating in the air, heading towards a certain alley.
Young Master Wubei walked slowly along the long streets, following the scent of the days that had passed in the air.
That day, Hua Wuxi was chased by Nan Dao on these long streets.
Then, until we stopped in that alley.
Young Master Wubei stopped at the entrance of the alley and closed his eyes.
The power of a witch and ghost turned into a long wind and blew through the entire alley.
Then the smell of blood that had settled with the dust surfaced again.
And then.
The time in the alley suddenly flowed backwards towards the past.
Everything is involved and trapped in the distorted light.
Until everything went dark.
Time returns to the night of March 22nd.
There was a young man holding an umbrella and holding a sword, standing in the alley, and there was also a young man sitting cross-legged opposite.
All the past that could not be traced reappeared in this alley.
One of the three great magic arts in the world.
Witchcraft·Migration.
Originally, this technique died along with the man named Gouqian on the bank of Nanyi River, and it no longer exists in the world.
But that's the past.
When the wind that has been sinking from the bottom of Yunmeng Ze for two thousand years blows to the world again.
Many things returned to the land of Huangliang.
Young Master Wubei was not the first person to be blown by this gust of wind.
But he was the first person of the witch-ghost way to stand on the edge of the river.
Young Master Wubei walked forward calmly.
Then those pictures that had been static over the years began to come alive.
Hua Wuxi made a secret to lure the Wu River, and the young man raised his sword and chopped it down.
When Young Master Wubei walked between the two of them, the young man had already fallen into a disadvantage and was locked in the quicksand technique.
Young Master Wubei stood calmly in front of Hua Wuxi, looking at Hua Wuxi's expression, what was in it?
Hate it? Not willing? Is there any chance of winning now?
"You seem to have forgotten something."
Young Master Wubei heard what the young man said.
What did you forget?
Then he saw countless peach blossoms appearing out of thin air behind Hua Wuxi, and then slowly transformed into a young man who looked exactly like the person behind him.
The young man raised his hand, and the cold light sword that fell in the distance fell into his hand, and then he struck out with a sword.
Young Master Wubei subconsciously raised his hand to hold it.
But it was empty.
The speed of that sword was far beyond his imagination.
It's Mojianya's sword.
The fastest sword in the world.
Young Master Wubei remembered the origin of this sword.
Then he saw the sword passing through the back of Hua Wuxi's head and coming out from between the eyebrows.
The tip of the sword even reached his chest.
Then rotate it and pull it out.
Young Master Wubei lowered his hand.
