Zhao Layue carried Yin San's corpse and walked towards the outside of the town, stepping on the green grass, very briskly.The bright light from the sky cast a long shadow on her petite body on the ground, and then faded by the brighter light.The most important thing in the entire continent was happening, but she didn't look back, just looked at the shadow in front of her, which seemed to be more interesting than the vision of heaven and earth.No one noticed her, and naturally no one saw her expression finally change.The corners of her lips lifted slightly, and she was laughing.There was a cheer among the peaks.There seemed to be cheers in the town.As the sky and the earth grew brighter and the cheers grew louder and louder, her smile grew louder and louder, until the shallow dimples on her cheeks were exposed, which was somewhat cute.She was really happy, but also a little regretful.It would be great if he could be in the same era as a genius like Shi Shuzu.Whether it's a matter of learning or something else.The cheers among the peaks suddenly disappeared.There are no surprises.The silence at this time represents good wishes.It's like a light that illuminates the world.Of course, there will still be some confusion after all.Jingyang Shi Uncle Ancestor soared.Zhao Layue finally turned around and looked at the sky.Looking at the gradually disappearing crack, as well as the sword light that was almost invisible, for some reason, his eyebrows were slightly raised.She looked at the corpse she was carrying, her smile fading away, a little confused and uncertain.………… There is no dampness in the clouds, and the stream is often accompanied by it.Not far from Yunji Town, there was a stream that carried mist around the high cliffs and low hills, and traveled for dozens of miles before re-entering the wall of another mountain.I don't know how far the stream enters the mountain wall, the waterway gradually widens, the light gradually brightens, there is a stone room, and the wall is inlaid with a rare jade in the world.The stone chamber was simple, with only a stone bed connected to the mountain wall, and two rotten futons in front of the bed.A young man with his hands behind his back turned his head to look at the stone bed, and occasionally the wind rose and lifted his white clothes.There was a man lying on the stone bed, covered in blood, with wounds everywhere, narrow or wide, deep or shallow, it was impossible to tell what kind of weapon was injured, and the clothes were also tattered, where could he still recognize the fabric woven by the silk, the belt was still very complete, and there was a very faint evil aura that appeared and disappeared from time to time, it was actually made of the Stygian Jiao, and there was a waist card tied to it, but it seemed to be carved from ordinary black wood.This person has no breath at all, he has long since died, and the strange thing is that his face is always shrouded in a layer of mist, which is extremely deep, and he can't see his face clearly.The boy stood in front of the stone bed, watching the man silent, not knowing what he was thinking.I don't know how long it took for him to finally speak."
Really......
Bother. ”His voice was clean, but somewhat astringent, and he spoke very slowly, and seemed to speak very little.The light fell on his eyes.His eyes are like a sea, seemingly calm and clear, but incomparably deep and wide, hiding countless storms and waves.There are puzzles, anger, regrets, exhaustion, and some vicissitudes that are completely inconsistent with age.After a moment, all the emotion in his eyes vanished, and only a calm remained.It's like the clouds and mist disappearing between the nine peaks, and it's like those shroud that fell from the sky and finally turned into nothingness."
I envy you a little, you can have a good rest, but I have to be busy for many more years."
The young man in white said to the deceased on the stone bed.The deceased's belt moved slightly, and the wooden plaque suddenly disappeared.A cold light left the stone bed and flew around his body, illuminating the stone chamber with a glow that stopped before his eyes after a moment.It was a flying sword, about two feet long, two fingers thick, and the blade was as smooth as a mirror.The young man in white raised his right hand, and the flying sword fell on its own, and with a soft snap, it rolled around his wrist, gradually darkening, like an ordinary bracelet.Turning around and walking to the stream, the young man in white suddenly remembered what the man said to him back then.- It is impossible for one to step into the same river twice.Is that really the case?
Thinking about this, he walked into the creek.………… The stream runs through the belly of the mountain for many miles, and passes out on the other side of the peak, forming a thin waterfall more than ten zhang high, which is very beautiful.The young man in white fell from the cliff along the stream, ready to tread the water, but his feet had already broken through the water and fell into the lake.It wasn't until he floated into the depths of the lake, touching the bottom of the lake with his feet, that he roughly understood what was happening, and was a little stunned.But he didn't seem to know what kind of expression to use to describe this emotion, so he looked a little dumbfounded.The cold water of the lake had no effect on him, and he looked around with his eyes open and saw a stone at the bottom of the lake.He picked up the stone from the bottom of the lake and walked forward along the ground, getting closer and closer to the surface of the water, until he came out of the lake and came to the shore.There was a muffled sound, the ground shook, and the water on the shore rippled slightly, and it was the stone he put down in his arms, and you can imagine how heavy the stone was.He was soaking wet and feeling a little uncomfortable, and he tried to dry his body with sword fire, but found that nothing appeared.His dripping hair and wet clothes clinging to his body reminded him that he should make a fire at this time, and he then remembered that he had never made a fire before.He tilted his head, recalled the books he had read many years ago, and repeated in a dry voice: "Hay, and branches of varying thicknesses are needed." ”After confirming that all the water in his left ear had flowed out, he tilted his head to the right, continued to rummage through those distant memories, and said, "If you don't have flint, you need crystal, or drill wood." ”There was a forest on the shore, and he walked into it, and reached out to stroke it, and the falling trees fell down, and soon they were piled up into a hill.He picked out the smoothest piece of wood from it, put a few strands under the bark of the tree, and with a slight movement of his mind, the silver bracelet on his wrist turned into the small sword again, hovering over it.The sharp blade of the sword swirled at unimaginable speed against the wood chips, and soon there were sparks, then green smoke, and then flames.Laundry rests on the branches, steaming out.Looking at the intensity of the vapors and the speed at which they rose, the boy easily calculated that it would take another three quarters for his clothes to dry completely.What to do during this time is something that he doesn't need to think about.All the time has only one purpose for him.He sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and began to meditate and practice, which seemed very natural.But the next moment he opened his eyes and thought blankly, what is the secret to entering the door?
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