The sky is misty and the morning breeze is sparse.
Someone waited for a long time on a cliff somewhere in the Youhuang Mountains, but in the end the person who was supposed to come was not waiting.
Then the Wuhe around him manifested, stepped into the void, and headed towards the sky.
The traveling formations hidden in the sky above the Qingshan Mountains of Daze rotated slowly. They were previously dragged by a disciple of the Sword Sect while the sword light was passing through them, but they were damaged a lot.
The figure then landed in front of the first sky formation, looked at it quietly for a long time, stretched out his hand from his sleeve, and a miniature version of the traces of the traveling witch appeared in the palm of his hand, and then there was the Styx deep in the great swamp. Power surged in, fell into the palm, and was pulled again, falling into the crossing formation, so the severed formation marks were reconnected.
The formation slowly made a heavy sound of rotation, and then countless black gas filled the air and disappeared into the sky.
The figure retracted its hand and walked calmly through the large formation.
Until he appeared in front of the second damaged formation.
The power of the Styx in the great swamp was once again drawn, and based on the traveling witch marks on his palm, the damaged formation marks were reconnected bit by bit.
Everything falls in the sky and is hidden in the fog.
So everything in the world is invisible.
After an unknown amount of time, the figure left the sky and fell to the top of a green mountain somewhere in the vast swamp of the human world.
In the forest, someone was sitting cross-legged in the forest mist.
And that figure landed in the forest, stepping on the green and yellow leaves on the ground, walking towards that direction.
"Chen Nu is dead."
The man sitting cross-legged in the forest mist heard the footsteps, raised his head, looked at him quietly and said.
It was Shuhe.
Waiting quietly in front of Nanyi City, he finally discovered that there was a strange story happening in Shuhe in Daze.
The people who come are naturally Ming ephemera.
Ming Mayfly stopped at the edge of the forest fog and said calmly: "I know."
This calm and simple sentence, I know, made Shuhe swallow the words that may have some sadness and anger in his stomach again. He raised his somewhat old face and looked at this Nan Tuoling, who was much younger than them, but extremely powerful. witch.
Ming Yuyu said softly: "I knew that Northern Witch Dao might not be of the same mind as us, but I was still not vigilant. I take Chen Nu's death as a matter of course."
Shuhe was silent for a long time and said, "We thought he was seriously injured after a battle with that unknown old disciple of the Sword Sect."
Ming Yuyu said slowly: "Of course he was seriously injured. But it was only on the body and soul, and had nothing to do with the means of killing. Even if the divine sea dries up, the disciples of the Sword Sect can still kill when they hold the sword. With your abilities, why are you able to relax your vigilance against Hua Wubei?"
Shuhe looked at Ming Mayfly quietly for a long time, and then asked slowly: "What about you?"
Ming Mayfly raised her eyebrows and said, "What do you mean?"
"Where have you been?"
Ming Mayfly said calmly: "I am in the Youhuang Mountains."
"what are you doing there?"
"Waiting for two people." Ming Mayfly looked at the high mountain in the southwest in silence.
"It's a pity that none of them came."
Shuhe looked at Ming Mayfly quietly and said nothing.
Ming Mayfly looked over there with a sigh, and said slowly: "The first person didn't come, I can understand that he is hiding. But the second one..."
"Who's the second one?"
Shu He looked at Ming Mayfly and asked.
"The second one is Cong Ren." Ming Yuyu said calmly, "I am three feet six taller than Ling Wu, so I sat on the cliff, waiting for the master of the sword sect who came back from Yaofeng. But he didn't Come."
Ming Mayfly lowered her head and looked quietly at the fallen leaves at her feet.
"When he passed by the Youhuang Mountains, he glanced at me, and then went directly to Nanyi City."
"I am three feet six taller than the spirit witch. I am the number one person above the spirit witch and below the ghosts and gods. I thought he should take another look." Ming Yuying said softly, "But he didn't. He suffered He was seriously injured and had a sword stuck in his heart. I thought that he should take a look at me, or come to the cliff in person, sit with me for a while, and ask me what I want to do."
"But he didn't."
This sentence was said by Shuhe, and the old Nanchu spirit wizard seemed to be aware of its meaning, so his expression was complicated and ugly.
"Yes. It's just like Huaian's contempt for Huangliang." Ming Yufeng said very calmly, but it was hard to calm down after thinking about it.
"Why don't you go find him?" Shu He looked at Ming Mayfly and asked.
Ming Mayfly was silent for a while, looking towards the north quietly.
"When he glanced at me as he passed by and went to Nanyi City to chat with one of his disciples, I lost the courage to take the initiative to find him."
"Originally, my idea was to contain Cong Ren." Ming Yuyu said softly, "I later realized that this was unnecessary. There is no need for people like Cong Ren to end up. Those who walk on thin ice with fear and fear have never been Nanyi City, but us."
Shuhe was silent for a long time, then stood up from the forest mist, walked to Ming Yuwei, and looked to the north with a complicated expression.
"Is Cong Ren really that strong? I thought I could get a glimpse of the world from the Prime Minister."
Ming Mayfly sighed and said, "I originally thought so too. But then I understood a problem."
"What?"
"The Prime Minister is a demon, but Cong Ren was originally a human." Ming Yuying said slowly, "Although this old guy always said that his talent was average, but later I realized that the people of their Human Sword Sect have always been the target. Not from the world, but from Mojianya. He was naturally beaten by Gouqian, the Demon Suppressing Secretary, until he vomited blood in Huangliang, but Gouqian was considered by Mojianya of that generation to be comparable to the man in white back then. "
"so what?"
"There is no reason." Ming Mayfly said softly, "There is no reason. Huang Liang is indeed weak. Among the three swords in the world, we don't even dare to look at Cong Ren, not to mention the co-lord Shenhe in the north and Chen Yun who survived from the Qingyi era. Creek?"
Shuhe was silent for a long time.
Ming Yuyu withdrew his gaze and looked at the vast green mountains. He did not mention the young man in the courtyard who was staring at the lake in a daze.
That is even more meaningless.
"At this point in the story, we are already riding a tiger, and we are in a dilemma. So we can only continue telling it."
Ming Mayfly said softly: "Let's go."
Shu He was stunned for a moment, looked at Ming Yuwei and said, "Where are you going?"
Ming Mayfly raised his legs and walked towards the outside of the mountain.
"Go and see some of the things Yun Mengze left us."
Shuhe seemed to understand something and looked at the countless long, snaking rivers under the green mountains.
"They're back?"
"They've always been here."
...
It is the place where rivers exchange and converge under the green mountains of Daze.
The skylight falling on the main peak of Wushan Mountain is no longer visible. Only the early morning mist slowly disperses from the green mountains and rolls over the long river.
Ming Mayfly and Shuhe waited here quietly.
No one said anything, just waited in silence.
Gradually there was the sound of water waves in the river.
The mist slowly pushed to both sides.
Countless powers of the Styx slowly gathered from the upper reaches of the river.
So thousands of boats came chasing the waves from the river.
Shuhe stared blankly at the scene in front of him, then turned to look at Ming Yuying beside him. The latter looked calm. When he saw the countless people from the Styx, he stretched out his hand from his sleeve and bowed calmly. .
"Nan Chuming mayfly, I have met Lord Zilan."
Shuhe turned back in a daze, only to find that among the thousands of boats, there was a middle-aged man in ancient robes standing calmly on the bow of one of the boats.
The person who was called Zilan by Ming Mayfly was filled with the power of the Styx, which was extremely strong. He opened his eyes and looked at the two of them quietly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Why are you here?"
Ming Mayfly calmly bowed again and said slowly: "I'm here for Gu Chu."
Thousands of boats stopped in the river. Zilan looked at the two of them for a long time and said slowly: "It should be so."
Shuhe finally calmed down, his eyes fell deeply on those thousands of boats, and then he slowly knelt down by the river.
...
Nanyi City.
In an alley somewhere.
Suddenly the years rolled back and stopped at the moment when a certain lantern stretched out at the entrance of the alley.
Then slowly moved forward.
Young Master Wubei stood quietly in the corner of the alley, watching calmly as a certain Sword Sect disciple carried a lantern with his scabbard and walked into the alley.
The lantern was hung on a tree branch in the alley.
The Sword Sect disciple stood under the tree, holding the scabbard and waiting quietly.
Soon, a Taoist came in from outside the alley.
Young Master Wubei watched this scene calmly.
...
I've lost too much, at least, until I win back.
...
Then the lantern fell and the fire started.
A sword came in the Tao wind, and someone pointed out the Tao technique.
Then the fire faded away, and everything returned to its original appearance.
...
I'll wait for you to come back and argue.
...
Young Master Wubei stood there calmly, watching the two of them leave without saying anything.
He just looked solemn.
Then all the light of heaven returned to the world.
Young Master Wubei stood silently in the alley.
People are gradually coming and going in the alley.
People looked curiously at the young man standing by the alley, and at the sword inserted not far away.
Don't know what this means.
Of course Young Master Wubei will not explain anything to the world.
He just walked over calmly, stretched out his hand from his sleeve, raised his hand to hold the sword, pulled it out with a clang, and then walked out of the alley with the sword in hand.
The traces of the art of migratory flow gradually dissipated in the morning light that fell in the alley, so people quickly forgot about this short-term weirdness.
Young Master Wubei walked out of the alley and headed towards the tomb mountain with his sword in hand.
With his disheveled hair and holding a sword, it is easy for people to think that he is a madman. Coupled with the appearance of Young Master Wubei who is missing his lower lip, it is indeed difficult for people to think that he is a normal person.
So some people hurried towards the west of the city, thinking that this kind of thing should be taken care of by the people from Heavenly Prison.
Gongzi Wubei ignored these small and inconspicuous commotions in the human world and walked all the way through the long street of the human world to the foot of the tomb mountain.
The turmoil in the world has nothing to do with Gongzi Wubei.
The prosperity of the human world has nothing to do with the tomb mountain.
It's deserted here, except for countless tombstones standing in the cold sunshine on the mountain, dragging long shadows.
Just like dusk.
Maybe some people have also lamented that the morning light is the twilight of the long night.
Young Master Wubei stood by the river and looked quietly for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking, and then walked up the tomb hill with his sword in hand.
On top of the tomb mountain, Chen Huaifeng opened his eyes. He naturally knew the person who came to the tomb mountain with a sword.
When he left the sword in the world and walked alone through the long river of time, Chen Huaifeng roughly guessed something.
So Chen Huaifeng looked at Hu Lu and raised his hand to touch his head to wake him up.
Xiao Hulu opened his eyes, looked at Chen Huaifeng with a confused look on his face and asked, "What's wrong, senior brother?"
Chen Huaifeng said with a smile: "There are guests coming, you should go back to Jianzong first."
Xiao Hulu turned to look at the bottom of the tomb mountain, and then saw the man walking towards the top of the mountain on dewy green bushes. He was silent for a while and said, "Senior brother, will everything be okay?"
Chen Huaifeng smiled and said, "In Nanyi City, nothing will happen."
Xiao Hulu hesitated for a moment, stood up with his sword in his arms, and said very seriously: "If something happens to me, senior brother, remember to call me, and I will call the master back for you."
Chen Huaifeng smiled and said, "Okay."
Xiao Hulu then headed down the mountain. When he passed by Young Master Wubei, he gave him a serious look.
It's just a glance from a young boy, which may not be intimidating. Instead, it looks a little funny.
Young Master Wubei glanced at him, then walked calmly towards the mountain until he stopped beside Chen Huaifeng, inserted the sword into the soil under the monument, and then sat down together in the morning light under the monument.
Neither of them spoke, they just sat in silence.
Young Master Wubei looked up at the huge blue stone tablet, seeming to be looking at the names on it.
But the story that has been settled thousands of years ago is naturally not interesting.
So after a long time, he lowered his head and looked at some green grass under the stone tablet.
Green grass for new stories.
Still young, just like him.
"What did you see?" Chen Huaifeng finally said.
Young Master Wubei looked at the green grass quietly. There was a bunch of grass seeds on the grass blades. It seemed that some of them had been blown away by the wind. They probably fell to the human world. He didn't know where they would take root and sprout.
Young Master Wubei looked at it quietly for a long time, then raised his head and said slowly: "A story that maybe you don't want to hear."
Chen Huaifeng did not speak, his right hand still placed in his arms, and he looked at Young Master Wubei calmly.
"But I'm not sure either." Young Master Wubei said and fell silent, seeming to be very hesitant.
"I don't know where the problem is. Maybe it's in the north, maybe it's in Nanyi City."
Chen Huaifeng looked at Young Master Wubei quietly. Young Master Wubei was really hesitant, so he didn't explain some things clearly.
But Chen Huaifeng knew what he meant.
There are naturally some Taoist temples in the north.
Nanyi City is naturally the Sword Sect.
"What did you see?" Chen Huaifeng asked something similar to the first question.
Young Master Wubei raised his hand and broke off the grass, looked at it for a long time, and said, "Someone had a fight in the city."
Fighting is a very vulgar word.
Used in such a context, it may have some childish meaning.
But Gongzi Wubei did find those stories vulgar and playful.
"It's a Sword Sect disciple and a certain Taoist."
Young Master Wubei did not identify the two people.
But Chen Huaifeng could vaguely guess something, so he was silent for a long time before saying anything.
"How do you know for sure?"
Young Master Wubei said softly: "I'm not sure, so I'm very hesitant. There are still some traces in the city, and I want to continue to check."
Young Master Wubei looked at Chen Huaifeng and continued: "This story happened in Nanyi City, so there are some things that I won't trust next."
Chen Huaifeng looked at the sword that Young Master Wubei sent back.
"Including me?"
"Yes." Young Master Wubei said calmly. "Including everyone in your Sword Sect."
Chen Huaifeng held the half curtain of wind and rain and looked at Young Master Wubei quietly for a long time, then relaxed his hand slightly and said, "Okay."
Young Master Wubei turned to look at Chen Huaifeng.
Sword Sect disciples always seem to like saying yes.
Of course, good is not good or bad.
It’s about recognizing and agreeing.
As the most reasonable and unreasonable spiritual practice in the world.
The good words of the Jianzong disciple came out of his mouth.
It always feels like a relief.
Young Master Wubei also had this idea.
So he felt it was very magical.
Naturally, he is not afraid of Chen Huaifeng, his former senior brother.
Although it may not be long before he enters the realm of the great road.
But at the moment, it was not enough for Young Master Wubei to have such thoughts.
So Young Master Wubei looked at him for a long time and realized that the reason for his relief was not because of Chen Huaifeng, a disciple of the Sword Sect.
It's because he is a disciple of the Sword Sect.
He has the remaining power of the Sword Sect for thousands of years.
Young Master Wubei turned around and didn't think about these things anymore, but he heard Chen Huaifeng continue to speak.
"What if you guess wrong?"
Young Master Wubei said calmly: "What do you think?"
Chen Huaifeng said nothing and looked at the sword beside him.
However, Young Master Wubei smiled softly and said, "Senior brother has been keeping healthy for too long, so sometimes he neglects some things."
Chen Huaifeng looked at Young Master Wubei and said, "For example?"
"For example, if I guess wrong, then this story, my entire story in Nanyi City, will lose its meaning. Compared with the loss of meaning, the so-called consequences are nothing but trivial things."
Young Master Wubei said calmly.
"What's the point?"
Chen Huaifeng looked at him and asked.
Young Master Wubei looked back at the green hills outside the city.
"The future of Northern Wizardry." Young Master Wubei said softly, "It is the future of Northern Wizardry."
The repeated telling has the flavor of chanting.
But more than that, it may be a kind of sadness.
"Beiwu Dao has reached this point, and there is no way out. We were carried by the current, and stopped outside Nanyi City, unable to move. Gaining the trust of Nanyi City is our only chance."
Young Master Wubei said softly: "This is the meaning of the story - if I guess wrong, then Northern Wizard Road will lose the opportunity to stay in Huai'an for the past thousand years. So you have to tell me the consequences, and the consequences will be natural It’s something not worth mentioning.”
Chen Huaifeng looked at the young Northern Wizard Taoist quietly, and then said slowly: "It's a pity that your reputation in the world has never been very good, especially in Nanyi City."
Young Master Wubei smiled softly and said, "Would you rather listen to Hua Wuxi's or mine?"
Chen Huaifeng said nothing.
Of course the human world is not a one-sided story.
Young Master Wubei said nothing more, stood up and walked towards the tomb mountain.
"See you later, Senior Brother Huai Feng."
Times have changed, but he is still willing to call Chen Huaifeng his senior brother.
