บท 25: Chapter 25
Chapter 25: Wild Mountains, an Island, and a City
There was no rain or clear sky in Haiwu City, the wind was rustling, bringing a sense of weariness, and there was a fishy smell on my face.
There is no water in Haiwu City, but within a thousand miles of it there are rugged rocks, steep cliffs, towering green mountains, winding mountains, and lonely peaks. Every rock is a wave, every boulder is a wave, and this sea is a sea of stones.
Since ancient times, huge rocks have been easy to form arrays. The mountains and rocks are uneven and lined up one after another, but in the eyes of true masters, they have their own rhythm.
Haiwu City is a large formation. This formation does not emphasize killing, but has an ancient meaning. It is built beside mountains and rivers, and is as heavy as a thousand pounds. Seeing it once will make people feel powerless, like an ant trying to shake a tree.
Haiwu City is a key point in the Northern Territory. The tribe that occupies it is called the Canshan Clan. The Canshan Clan is huge, about twice the size of an ordinary person. They are born with supernatural powers and can shake mountains. Their bones and muscles are not made of flesh and blood, but like rocks, and ordinary swords and knives cannot penetrate them.
Three days ago, the gates of Haiwu City were wide open as if to welcome guests.
As the sun was setting, a sword crashed into the city gate.
The clouds in the sky parted, the huge rocks cracked, the sword energy was like a chisel, and after smashing into the city, it bounced over three hundred times in a row. The bright sword light illuminated Haiwu City, and those huge stone monsters barely woke up, and could only see the residual light of the sword.
There were suddenly many loud noises between heaven and earth, and half of Haiwu City was illuminated by sword light, like a green mountain covered with snow.
It was not until the second half of the night that the rumbling sounds like thunder gradually faded away.
The whistling wind was filled with a sharp sound, as if announcing the aftermath of a war that many people had never even seen.
Pei Yuhan stood in front of the last gate of Haiwu City, her long black hair was slightly messy, her cheeks, forehead, and eyebrows were all wet with hair, so she looked a little tired.
The strong wind swept over the rocks, and the desolate whistling sound was even louder than the sound of the waves.
The boulder is the sea, what is the wu?
Pei Yuhan raised her head, and between her eyebrows was a huge black shadow, which was a huge sycamore tree, casting a shadow as vast as the sea in the night.
There seemed to be nothing special about that sycamore tree except that it was big.
But Pei Yuhan's expression was more solemn than ever before.
In front of the Wutong tree stood a thin man with fluttering clothes. He was the demon king Chu Jiangming who had just left.
Pei Yuhan looked at him and said with some enlightenment: "So this is your true form. So you are also a tree demon."
"The fairy is naturally discerning, and I have never thought of hiding anything." General Chu said clearly.
Pei Yuhan asked: "Do those stone monsters know that their leader is a tree monster?"
Chu Jiangming shook his head and said, "Whether it is the demon race or the human race, the difference between races is a big problem. Many races would rather die in battle than be willing to be led by another race. But I am different. Because I was born from their incense. In other words, I am their god."
"Does the saying of incense really exist in this world?" Although there are various ideas in the world, she still has doubts.
"Whether it's the Northern Territory or Xuanyuan, the demon race or the human race, the saying of incense and worship exists, and I know that sword cultivators are the least concerned with incense and worship. But many things cannot be rejected just because you don't want to accept them." Chu Jiangming looked down at the ancient city with a vicissitudes of life: "Just like this Haiwu City to me."
Pei Yuhan was very smart and understood all the pros and cons at once. He suddenly realized, "So you will never become a saint in your lifetime."
"So I admire and envy Master Yaozun very much." Chu Jiangming looked yearning.
Pei Yuhan thought for a moment and said, "I still think it's meaningless for you to stop me."
"I don't know either. Because I don't know what Demon Lord is thinking, so I can only speculate on her intentions. Since Demon Lord said that he wants to take your apprentice away, then I can only stop you from looking for him." Chu Jiangming said: "I am doing this for your own good. I respect the strong in the world. You can't be a match for Demon Lord. Just stop here. There is no need to seek death."
"I insist on going."
Chu Jiangming looked at Pei Yuhan with a gleam of lightning, and Pei Yuhan looked at him as well. In an instant, the two of them confronted each other, and the momentum was rising steadily, as if they would fight each other in the next moment.
Chu Jiangming had already put away his folding fan, and his slender fingers were already tucked into his wide sleeves, which were filled with wind and expanded and danced in the air.
"If it were somewhere else, I might not be a match for Fairy Pei, but this is Haiwu City, you can't beat me no matter what."
At the end of Haiwu City, the shadow cast by the huge sycamore tree rooted in the rocks quickly expanded, vastly obscuring the vision. Chu Jiangming's shadow could no longer be found in his sight.
His voice was still faintly heard in the air: "That day, Master Demon broke this formation with only thirty moves. Fairy Pei, you can still turn back now."
Pei Yuhan looked forward. There was no shadow in her eyes that blocked out the sky and swallowed up the moonlight, and there was no strange and desolate voice in her ears.
She just suddenly remembered that snowy night.
She held his sleeve, and he reached out and touched her cheek. At that time, all the lights were on and the night was quiet. She was clearly a god-like figure, but she didn't think she was dirty at all.
In the midst of life's unconscious gains and losses, they walked through a bleak night of snow and wind, and through the gentle lights of thousands of homes.
The laughter and joy of those wealthy families seemed so desolate in the snow.
Many years later, in the deserted Biluo Palace, she stretched out her empty arms countless times, as if she wanted to embrace something.
But the night in her arms is always a cold sea.
In the palace, every decoration seems to be the same as it was back then, but time can never go back to that snowy night.
She tilted her chin slightly, and her long black hair suddenly fluttered.
Amidst the loud rumbling sound, the rubble of the entire Haiwu City was shaken and floated up, forming a vast galaxy.
The bright sword light illuminated the long night, like an unyielding yet sad cry.
The sword light ignited her eyes, and in her clear, mirror-like pupils, the sparks faded, the moonlight was dim, and even the sky seemed so far away.
...
After a day of recuperation, Lin Xuanyan and Lu Jiajing replanned their trip south.
Su Lingshu's mood also calmed down slightly, but he still didn't treat Lin Xuanyan well.
However, it seemed that since they had embraced each other for so long that day, the relationship between Su Lingshu and Lu Jiajing had inexplicably become very good. She always liked to sit next to Lu Jiajing, and occasionally kissed and hugged her, just like a younger sister cuddling up to her older sister, which made Lu Jiajing laugh and cry.
Lu Jiajingyu once asked her where she was going during a casual chat. Su Lingshu hesitated, obviously having a lot on her mind. She only said that they would go their separate ways soon and she was going to another place in the Northern Territory because she had something important to do.
Lu Jiajing couldn't help but think of the declining Xiuyi Clan. Su Lingshu was so gifted that he must have shouldered the hope of the Xiuyi Clan's revival. One could imagine how heavy the burden he was carrying was.
She felt even more depressed. The woman in the sky must be in a very bad situation right now, otherwise how could she have watched the people of the Embroidered Clothes Clan wandering around in the Northern Territory?
But these were not things she should care about, but before she knew it, Lu Jiajing felt that her character had changed subtly.
She had always felt that apart from the Dao, there was nothing else, so she didn't care about her body at all. The purpose of practicing the Dao was to understand life and death, so what did the skin have to do with it?
Therefore, she was indifferent to the dirty plots of those in power at the Dao Test Conference. Even when Wang Jiu proposed to have her body checked, she made a move that shocked the whole audience. That time was actually a time for her to "question herself". The Dao was cruel and ruthless. She wanted to know how far she could go for the Dao.
On the day of the Dao Test Conference, the unknown little girl slashed out with the Sun Holding Sword, and she was moved.
On the second day, the Xianyu Sword came from a thousand miles away, and she could no longer remain calm.
There is nothing more shaky than this.
Su Lingshu sat beside her and suddenly asked: "Sister Lu, what do you think, if a tree bears two completely different fruits, and the two fruits fall to the ground and grow into two different trees, then which one is the real one..."
She couldn't find any words to describe that thought, but Lu Jiajing could understand what she meant. She didn't know why Su Lingshu would ask such a question. After a moment's hesitation, a flash of lightning flashed through her mind, and she suddenly thought of Lin Xuanyan. She suddenly wondered, could Lin Xuanyan also be considered a tree formed from fallen fruit?
Seeing that she was silent, Su Lingshu thought to himself that he couldn't even answer this question himself, so why should he force others to do it?
She whispered comfortingly:
"Sister Lu, don't think too much about it. It's just a casual question from me."
Lu Jiajing came back to his senses, nodded, and said, "Be careful when we part ways."
Su Lingshu said: "It's okay, there's a long way to go. When I finish my work over there, I'll go to Xuanyuan Dynasty to find you."
Lu Jiajing smiled and nodded.
Su Lingshu turned his head away inadvertently, sighing inwardly, hoping that there would be a chance to meet again in the future.
These days, she was getting more and more restless, just like the cool autumn has arrived, the autumn wind is killing, and the remaining lotus in the heart lake is getting more and more haggard. Those lotuses are the foundation of her great way. If all the lotuses in the heart lake wither, then her heart of the way will sink, and she here will also be affected, and the consequences will not be good.
She sat cross-legged in meditation, forcibly dispelling the chill in her heart.
Lu Jiajing looked at her in surprise. She had a vague feeling that this girl was hiding a big secret.
But who doesn't have a few secrets in this world?
Now she thinks more about herself.
Now that her Dao heart has been restored and everything has returned to a blank slate, she can start over completely. What path should she choose?
The mountains outside the cliff were clear and green, and the sky was full of green. The light from the sky fell, making Lu Jiajing's pupils pale.
Su Lingshu sat quietly for a while to regulate his breathing, then stood up and said, "I'll go out for a while."
Lu Jiajing didn't ask any more questions, just hummed.
When Su Lingshu walked past the cliff, he happened to pass by Lin Xuanyan who was returning. The two of them made eye contact, but neither spoke.
After passing by, Lin Xuanyan paused slightly. He turned his head and looked at the girl's slender back and the soft purple hair draped over her shoulders. He remained silent. At that moment, it was as if a flash of lightning passed through his mind, and he suddenly had an absurd and terrifying idea.
After a moment, he laughed at himself, thinking that he was being too suspicious.
When Lin Xuanyan returned to the cliff, he saw Lu Jiajing meditating with his eyes closed.
He walked behind Lu Jiajing with a smile, put his arm around her waist, leaned his head on her shoulder, and gently rubbed her soft black hair with the tip of his nose.
Lu Jiajing snorted coldly and stopped pretending to practice. She opened her eyes and said coldly: "Why are you acting like those playboys now?"
Lin Xuanyan said: "People always change."
"But you will only become more and more indifferent." Lu Jiajing said softly.
Lin Xuanyan smiled softly and said, "The one who was indifferent was Ye Linyuan, and now I am Lin Xuanyan."
"Is there a difference?"
"Now I am just a teenager of 17 or 18 years old. I am starting my life all over again. Am I not allowed to have some youthful mentality?" Lin Xuanyan asked with a smile.
Lu Jiajing shook her head and said, "You can never be young again."
Lin Xuanyan rubbed her head, and Lu Jiajing frowned subconsciously, but did not avoid it.
She pondered for a moment, and finally asked herself the question that had puzzled her for a long time: "Why did you become like this? What on earth have you been through?"
Lin Xuanyan asked: "How much do you know?"
Lu Jiajing said: "It was not until many years after you had been in seclusion that I realized that your seclusion was part of a conspiracy."
Lin Xuanyan nodded and looked at her, motioning her to continue.
Lu Jiajing smiled bitterly and said, "That happened three hundred years after you went into seclusion. I once went to Fuyu Island to investigate this matter. But I found that the things involved in this matter were getting bigger and bigger, and your seclusion seemed to be just the first step in this chess game. But later, for some reason, it seemed that someone discovered that I was investigating, so from that day on, I couldn't rest. People in black and masks often came to assassinate me, and after I killed them, they would disappear without leaving any clues. But I still found some clues, and behind these clues, it turned out to be..."
"What is it?" Lin Xuanyan already had the answer, but his heart was still in turmoil.
Lu Jiajing smiled bitterly and said, "The Palace of the Divine King."
The main temple of Fuyu Island, the palace where the head god resides, is the most honorable place in the world.
And the current master of the temple happened to be his best friend back then.
"And then?" Lin Xuanyan asked.
Lu Jiajing pursed her lips, as if she couldn't bear to look back on the past. Finally, she said indifferently: "No more."
Lin Xuanyan naturally knew how much suffering was hidden behind the absence of these three words. Only Lu Jiajing knew the warmth and coldness of it.
He hugged her gently and said softly: "I'm sorry for the suffering. I feel guilty towards you."
"Is it useful to say this now?" Lu Jiajing gently pushed him away.
Lin Xuanyan was silent for a moment. He looked into Lu Jiajing's eyes, and the past five hundred years passed by in his mind. He exhaled lightly, and his smile was a little far-fetched. He reached out and touched Lu Jiajing's hair, and recalled:
"More than five hundred years ago, Longyuan Tower was opened. In pursuit of the Great Dao, he and I entered that ancient tower on the sea together."
Lin Xuanyan didn't say who he was, but Lu Jiajing knew that person was the current Palace Master of the Divine King Palace, Yin Yang.
Back then, Ye Linyuan and Yin Yang were both talented disciples of the two great sects in the world. They were both famous at a young age. They had fought every ten years, and they had fought for fifty years in a row, but Ye Linyuan always had the upper hand.
An ordinary genius who has lost fifty years in a row should have already broken his heart.
However, Yin Yang was extremely perseverant, and eventually the two of them came to appreciate each other and even developed feelings for each other.
During those fifty years, the realms of the two people became higher and higher, climbing at an unimaginable speed.
Their last battle was in the seventieth year. That battle shocked the world and was unprecedented in history, because in that battle, they, who had been stuck at the peak of the transformation realm for many years, both broke through the mirror and advanced to the realm of the saint.
Over the next ten years, the two of them reached higher and higher realms, and in just a few decades, they both reached the peak of the Sage Realm.
The following year, the Longyuan Ancient Tower was opened. Although many invincible masters had died there, how could anyone resist the temptation of the Great Dao?
At that time, Ye Linyuan had a vague feeling that his chance of success was in Longyuan Tower.
Lu Jiajing said calmly: "What did you see in Longyuan Tower back then?"
Lin Xuanyan was silent for a long time. Finally, when Lu Jiajing couldn't help asking, he whispered softly: "There are many things I haven't figured out yet. What I saw in Longyuan Tower was too strange. I still shudder when I think of it now. It was also that experience that made me unable to bear the determination of seclusion. At that time, Yin Yang gave me the ancient sword that was said to be taken out of Longyuan. I know this level is dangerous, but the temptation of the avenue is too great. Even if the hope is slim, I can't refuse it."
Lu Jiajing's expression remained calm. She had deduced this many times over the years and had guessed many of the details.
In fact, when it comes down to it, this matter is really very simple, and it can't even be said to be a complete plan.
"He sent you to a retreat, and you glimpsed the great way, but you couldn't resist the temptation. Even though you knew it was a death retreat, you still went into retreat. A retreat lasts for 500 years, and these 500 years are enough for him to do many things." Lu Jiajing asked: "It's that simple, right?"
"Yes."
"But in the end, you still didn't see anything." Lu Jiajing sighed: "In the end, you just exchanged people and things, and time and place changed, and you got nothing."
"Yes."
"But you have lost five hundred years."
Lin Xuanyan remained silent.
Lu Jiajing continued: "Or do you think five hundred years is nothing to you?"
"I used to think so." Lin Xuanyan did not hide: "At that time, I only cared about the Dao above the Saint. Sword Dao, friends, interests, even disciples and lovers, in my heart, were not as important as the Dao."
Lu Jiajing sneered: "You deserve it."
Lin Xuanyan shook his head gently, "So I came back. Or is this fate?"
"Who are you then?" Lu Jiajing asked calmly.
What she asked was not who you are, but who you want to be.
Lin Xuanyan no longer hesitated. He looked at Lu Jiajing and said with a smile: "I am Lin Xuanyan."
From this moment on, the peerless swordsman who had tested the world with his sword five hundred years ago had drawn his sword and committed suicide, and from then on, only Lin Xuanyan was left in the world.
The young man's snow-white clothes were covered with dust, but his sudden smile was brilliant, and he smiled for five hundred years.
He suddenly embraced Lu Jiajing's soft body and whispered in her ears, "No matter what we encounter during this trip to the Northern Territory, we should just treat it as a trip to the mountains and rivers, and we should open mountains and kill monsters when we see them, okay?"
Lu Jiajing's thoughts were still somewhat scattered, but she subconsciously whispered, "Okay."
Her lips were no longer pale, but had a little bit of red color, and looked as soft and smooth as red jade.
The past two days of lovemaking suddenly came to her mind. Lin Xuanyan approached her and kissed her lips. Lu Jiajing's body stiffened instinctively. She struggled twice and then stopped resisting. Her stiff body gradually softened. She bent down and her pink back pressed against the ground. In her watery eyes, she saw the handsome face of a young man.
...
Su Lingshu wandered around outside for a long time, and only went back to the camp when she felt it was about time. But even so, when she reached the cave entrance, she still heard the eye-watering and heart-pounding moaning sound.
It's broad daylight now, can't you two young lovers be a little more reserved?
Su Lingshu felt very upset. She listened at the entrance of the cave for a while, her heartbeat getting faster and faster. She kept muttering in her heart, "Lu Jiajing, you stole my man like that back then. Although five hundred years is not a short time, it's too easy for you to fall in love with someone else. Now you are not reserved at all under another man, and you can even say such a dissolute word!"
Su Lingshu cursed in her heart, while in her vision, Lu Jiajing's surging breasts rolled violently in her eyes, which was even more beautiful than the sea of clouds on the top of the mountain. She was reluctant to look away for a moment.
The two people in the cave were becoming more and more skilled in their positions, with the woman on the bottom and the man on the top, the woman on the top and the man on the bottom, the front and the back, changing all kinds of positions dazzlingly, while the beautiful female voice inside washed the soul over and over again.
"Do you want more?"
"Stop talking nonsense and continue."
"Please beg me."
"You... uh... um... ah..."
"Sister Lu, you are so soft here."
"Why aren't you moving?"
"Do you think so?"
...
Su Lingshu watched their live sex scene with bated breath, from the climax of the intercourse to the end when Lu Jiajing lay powerlessly on the ground, being thrusted in and out from behind by the young man in white, while her big breasts had already been kneaded open, with her bright red buds standing firm.
The purple-haired girl suddenly felt a flash of inspiration in her mind. At that moment, she felt dazed. Although the dream had become blurred and faded away after she broke through it, many impressions were still hidden in her mind. At this moment, Lu Jiajing's moaning and panting aroused that memory.
In a trance, his own figure and Lu Jiajing's figure gradually overlapped, as if the person panting and enjoying himself under Lin Xuanyan was not someone else, but himself.
And in that big dream, there happened to be such a scene.
In that scene, she was a senior sister of a sect. During a mission with her younger brother, she accidentally fell into the trap of an old monster and was captured.
The old monster raped her in front of her younger brother, who was watching her being stripped naked and fucked to death on the ground.
His eyes were about to burst, but he could do nothing about it.
That painful period lasted for a full month, and I went from being extremely tough at the beginning to being unable to hold back moaning, and finally even begging for mercy without caring about my dignity. A month later, in exchange for letting my brother live, I agreed to be the sex slave of that old monster for the rest of my life, and never resisted again.
And that old monster had many fetishes. Sometimes when he got tired of fucking, he would let his subordinates fuck him while he watched from the side.
One day, he asked a masked man to rape her. At that time, her whole body had been fully developed. Not to mention rape, even if she was asked to suck their dicks one by one, she would kneel down and do the same.
So she didn't resist, but screamed even more wantonly.
After the operation was completed, the man took off his mask and found that it was actually his own brother.
That time, my state of mind was lost, and a lotus petal withered in the lake of my heart.
Now looking back, I clearly know that those were just dreams, just a means for that person to make me sink.
This memory has long been buried deep in my bones, but it still emerges at an inappropriate time.
She felt a little irritated for no reason, and at this moment, Lu Jiajing's moans in her ears sparked sparks, and her heart was boiling for a moment.
Countless emotions suppressed in the heart and dreams suddenly turned over, it was a long river of time spanning 30,000 years, flowing endlessly.
Su Lingshu's heart was in turmoil. He raised his head and saw another self standing in front of him, looking down at him indifferently.
She knew that it was the devil in her heart.
"Hmm...slow down..."
"Don't touch there, ah... um... stop, I don't want it anymore..."
"You... um..."
"Okay... you can just spare me, don't move."
Seeing that Lu Jiajing, who was usually cold and aloof, actually begged for mercy for the first time, Lin Xuanyan felt a great sense of accomplishment. He increased his speed and strength, thrusting hard and hard, causing Lu Jiajing's heart to surge and her sexual fluids to flow to the ground, overflowing beyond measure.
She lay limply on the ground, her arms resting softly on the ground, her buttocks raised, her waist bent, while Lin Xuanyan lay on top of her, thrusting his body rapidly in and out of this noble body, making the delicate beauty under him scream and moan, and threw her into the sky.
"Please spare me, I really can't take it anymore." Lu Jiajing looked charming and panted softly.
Lin Xuanyan pinched her buttocks and said with a smile: "You are not being stubborn anymore."
Lu Jiajing rolled her eyes at her, struggled to crawl forward two steps, and tried to pull out her penis, but Lin Xuanyan followed her without knowing how to be romantic, and pushed his penis into her flower heart from time to time, making her roll her eyes, and there was no trace of nobleness on her pretty face.
"Come out..." Lu Jiajing panted.
"Sister Lu, beg for mercy a few more times and I will let you go if you speak in a nice way." Lin Xuanyan teased.
Lu Jiajing glared at him fiercely, feeling torn between her conscience and her conscience. How could she, who had always been aloof, say such shameful words while she was sober?
Seeing that she was unwilling to put down her pride, the young man behind her started riding on her again.
"Hmm...ah...don't...hmm..."
Lu Jiajing struggled forward, she swung her hips to try to break free, but the blow after blow made her so weak that she could not resist for a while.
"Forgive...Forgive me!" Lu Jiajing whispered softly.
"Hmm?" Lin Xuanyan pretended not to hear clearly, "What did you say?"
"You... um... you bastard!" Lu Jiajing gritted her teeth.
Lin Xuanyan raised his hand high and slapped Lu Jiajing's gently shaking buttocks twice, flirting with it and punishing it. Lu Jiajing's neck was raised and her buttocks were spanked, and the pleasure in her body rose again. The pleasure surged like a tide and could no longer be stopped. The lewd water under her body surged up like a tide, splashing everywhere, and her body collapsed and completely limp on the ground.
Lin Xuanyan leaned close to Lu Jiajing's ear and was about to say something, when he suddenly turned his head and saw a young girl standing at the entrance of the cave.
Su Lingshu stood against the light, her purple hair fluttering.
There was a terrifying red glow between her pupils.
...
In this dark corner, a woman suddenly opened her eyes.
Her face was as cold as ice, yet it had an inappropriate blush on it.
The woman also had purple hair.
There were footsteps outside the door, and then a lot of light came into the cave.
The purple-haired woman raised her head. Although her face was calm, her heart was already filled with turmoil.
"Saint Lady Xia, you are really good." The black shadow said with a smile: "If you hadn't failed to trap my mind and restrain my desires, I might still be in the dark today."
The purple-haired woman's mind gradually calmed down, and no unnecessary emotions could be seen in her clear eyes.
"I know you have a lot of questions." The man said slowly, "You really want to ask what this illusion is."
The purple-haired woman did not refute, she nodded and waited for the answer.
Logically speaking, with her cultivation level of half a step to becoming a saint, it is impossible for her to fall into the illusion, and it is even more impossible for the lotus in her heart lake to wither.
unless...
"These dreams are miniatures of reality." The man smiled and said, "These are all past events from the past 30,000 years, such as the immortal master who caught ghosts, the saint whose country was destroyed, and the queen of a country. All of them are real things that have happened. And the protagonist in them has been replaced by you."
"What kind of witchcraft is this?"
"It's not witchcraft." The man said, "It's all a gift from the chance encounter five hundred years ago."
"Do you really think that no one in the world can intervene?"
"The only thing in the world that can truly control Fuyu is the ancient city outside the South China Sea. But..." the man laughed, "Now the ancient city can no longer take care of itself."
The purple-haired woman's expression was disturbed for the first time: "Is the legend true?"
The man just smiled and didn't answer.
Suddenly, a dark shadow standing outside the door appeared, and a warm finger touched her forehead. As soon as the jade-carved finger touched her forehead, the purple-haired woman closed her eyes silently.
All the light was extinguished again. She fell into the dream again.
I don't know how many years are left in this dream.
The man walked out of the secret room with a smile on his face.
He looked far away, gazing at the world from heaven.
Across the vast sea of people, he could vaguely sense the direction of the human world.
"Once this matter is over, I will kill you with my last chance."
...
In Haiwu City, a woman in white was walking slowly.
There were huge stone monsters on both sides, but no one dared to approach her.
She was covered with scars.
Chu Jiangming stood under the sycamore tree, and the large leaves fell and stopped right in front of his eyes, not falling down for a long time.
A blind spot.
The woman in white dragged the ancient sword, which trembled and wailed.
There are three more steps left, and she will be able to walk out of this ancient city.
The sky was about to brighten, and a ray of dawn appeared in the sky, illuminating Haiwu City like a thin fog.
At the very end, Chu Jiangming sighed softly.
"A leaf can block your eyes, but it cannot block your heart."
As soon as the words fell, the large leaf slowly fell down and landed at his feet.
Can't cover my eyes anymore.
"I'm sorry." Chu Jiangming said softly.
A chaotic coughing fit convulsed the entire dawn.
The woman in white staggered forward and coughed up a mouthful of blood, which splattered on the ground.
Chu Jiangming put his finger on her back, pointing like a sword.
She slowly fell to her knees, one hand covering her chest and the other hand supporting the ground.
The city gate was within reach, but she no longer had the strength to get out.
There were tears in her eyes, but she didn't shed them.
Because Master once said that no matter what happens, you must be strong.
But you, you told me so many bad things, why can't you come and see me?
That tear still flowed down.
The Xianyu Sword no longer trembled, and lay aside, as if its heart was dead.
...
At the southernmost tip of Qiongming Realm, two bright moons hang in the sky.
One moon is like a crescent, the other is almost full, and the two moons can just form a full moon.
Under the bright moonlight, there is an ancient city that has existed here for tens of thousands of years.
That is the Lost Day City.
At the southernmost end of Lost Day City is a quiet ancient temple.
The moonlight poured down on the ground like flowing water, making the tiles, which were originally made of glass, look like a dream.
There is a huge plaque hanging in front of the ancient temple, with only four words written on it:
"The moon is hanging in the sky."
There was a rectangular wooden coffin in the hall, and a woman was sitting cross-legged in front of the coffin. Her long hair covered the ground, like a snow-white canvas, with mottled shadows cast by the moonlight.
And in her light-colored eyes, there seemed to be a veil lighter than the moonlight.
She has many titles, which are crowns given to her by the world.
The crown of the three thousand years of Taoism, the most beautiful woman in the world, the third moon of the South Sea, but none of them are as famous as the last one, that is, the chief of Lost Day City.
But she herself never paid attention to these things. She just quietly looked at the two bright moons in the sky, interpreting the waxing and waning of the world.
She turned her head gently, looking at the quiet ancient coffin illuminated by the moonlight, and spoke in a gentle tone:
"This day has finally come. All the generations of masters have worked hard to prepare for this. I, of course, cannot let Lost Day City down. My husband, don't you agree?"
At some point, a slender woman came into the hall. She gently took off her black hood, revealing her extremely beautiful face.
"Sister." The woman in black was Nan Lingyin. "Is the legend really true?"
"There's nothing to worry about." The woman stroked her long hair and spoke very gently, like the first melting stream on the ice.
"When demons are rampant, they should be deterred with swords."
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