Jing Jiu looked at the sky outside the window and was silent for a long time.Silence may seem like nothing, but it often represents a certain emotion.This is rarely seen in him, because it is a very different thing from being in a daze.A cloud drifted from the south.This sentence shocked him far more than the appearance of two big men in the underworld.He felt a faint sense of remorse in his heart, since he decided not to read his senior brother's letter, why did he finally see it?
But it was a letter he had to read for himself, because the content of the letter was so important.The only thing in the world that can temporarily erase the bottomless rift between him and his senior brother and make him forget the bottomless hatred......
It's the cloud in the south.Of course, he knew what this sentence meant, and he also knew why Senior Brother did not hesitate to use the Underworld Master to inform him as soon as possible.The cloud in the south was actually a fog hanging over the archipelago, and an old man was hidden in the fog.That old man's name was Nan Chao, and he was the first sword escaper in the Chaotian Continent and the most powerful enemy of the Qingshan Sect.Back then, their ancestor Guangyuan Zhenren was because of this person's failure to ascend and sit on the ground to dissolve.When he ascended in his previous life, he had no regrets when he looked at the world, but if there was anything he had to do before leaving, killing Nan Chao would inevitably rank in the top three.It's a pity that Nan Chao is always hiding in the fog, and he has no way to kill the other party.Now that cloud actually left the South China Sea and drifted towards the Chaotian Continent.This is an opportunity that their brothers and sisters and even the entire Qingshan have been waiting for for more than 800 years, how can they miss it?
………… The archipelago was still shrouded in thick fog and did not seem to have changed.No one knew that a fog had separated from it dozens of days ago, and was now drifting over the sea thousands of miles away.The white mist was about the size of a grass hut, floating slowly on the blue sea, silently, giving birth to an extremely strange feeling.The blazing sunlight could not shine through the fog, and the light was reflected, making the white fog bright and somewhat dazzling, not like fog, but more like clouds.Fortunately, the boatmen walking in the ocean were accustomed to all kinds of strange lights, and even if they saw the bright clouds, they would not pay attention to them, let alone make a special trip to see them.Spring is getting deeper, clouds are becoming more common, summer storms are slowly beginning to brew, the sun is showing less and less, and the white clouds are becoming more and more inconspicuous.One day, a large ship from Penglai Island passed through the real fog and suddenly saw the cloud in front of it, which triggered several soft shouts.The clouds are gentle and do no harm, whether in the sky or at sea.Naturally, the big ship did not slow down, nor did it change direction, and sailed towards the white cloud.People rushed to the deck to see the cloud shattered by the bow of the ship.Silently.The big ship smashed the cloud and moved on.Silently.All the people on board died.Their eyes were closed, some of them still holding ropes in their hands, others still holding tea in their hands.The white cloud continued to drift north, I don't know how long, and finally came to land.It was early in the morning, and the small fishing village by the sea was shrouded in a sudden fog.The morning sun leapt out of the sea and lit up the sky, but it could not disperse the fog in the village, and could only wait helplessly for the fog to move slowly towards the north.Eventually, some of the cottages left the confines of the clouds and revealed their original appearance, but they were silent, and no one woke up.Suddenly there was a coughing sound on the beach.A young girl was struggling to get up, her bare legs outside her short skirt were covered with grains of sand, and the silver bells on her clothes made noise from time to time.Her name is Nanzheng, and she used to be a very powerful assassin in the Immortal Forest.On the night of the collapse of the Yuntai, she escaped, but the magic weapon she carried with her was taken away by the winter.What made her even more desperate was that Aoyama was still that terrible.Don't talk about revenge, it's extremely difficult to see that Qingrong Peak Lord.Disheartened, she returned to the south incognito, where she remains to this day.The entire fishing village died, except for her.Looking at the corpses of the villagers who had fallen in front of their homes and on the beach, feeling the silence around them and the sound of waves like thunder, Nanzheng's face became extremely pale, looking at the clouds and mist, and did not dare to make any sound at all.An extremely old voice came out of the fog: "Are you a southerner?
”Nanzheng's voice trembled slightly: "Yes......
Target. ”The old voice said, "Since you are from the south, it makes sense that I don't kill you." ”Nanzheng asked fearfully, "Are you a senior in the clan?"
”The old voice said, "I am your ancestor. ”The clouds gradually dispersed, revealing an old man.The old man was very thin and shriveled, looking like a dead corpse, and his eyes were as unfathomable as a thick mist, and from time to time there were a few figurative killing intents.He said that he was the ancestor of Nanzheng, not scolding, but stating the facts.Many people have always thought that he was the prince of a small country in the South China Sea, but in fact, the southern barbarians are also his descendants.His name is Nan Tsun, and he is known as the ancestor of Kirishima by the world.He also has a more famous identity, that is, the first sword escaper in the Chaotian Continent.He is the greatest enemy of the Qingshan Sect and the most powerful opponent of the Qingshan Sect.Guangyuan Zhenren died at his hands, and Shenzhou Zhenren was in a hurry to break through the realm because of this matter, and finally dissolved in the green mountains and clouds.The former is the ancestor of Taiping Zhenren and Jingyang Zhenren, and the latter is their master, so you can imagine what a terrible character this Kirishima ancestor is.If you talk about the realm, as early as eight hundred years ago, he was already at the peak of the Tongtian Realm, and he was a true first-class sword immortal.Nanzheng knelt on the beach, not daring to raise his head at all, let alone speak.She thought in shock, because of the Qingshan Sword Formation, Kirishima had been locked up for many years, how could the ancestor leave and appear on land?
Nan Chao knew what she was thinking and didn't explain.He has been hiding in Kirishima for hundreds of years, with no hope of ascension, and his life is at the end of his life, and he has decades to live at most.He had to finish that thing before he withered.What's the matter?
Of course, it is - to destroy the green mountains."
The clouds will eventually disperse."
Kirishima Ancestor looked up at the gloomy morning sun outside the fog, and said expressionlessly, "Find me something with a heavy yin qi." ”Of course, the heaviest thing in the world is the coffin.Nanzheng had lived in the village for several years and was familiar with each family, and carried a black coffin out of the courtyard outside the salt pan.This coffin is made of nanmu, and has been raised in the backlit back house for more than 20 years, full of yin, but the crane deer and ghosts carved on it are a little clumsy.Nanzheng sent the black coffin into the fog, his face pale, afraid that the ancestor would be dissatisfied.There was no sound in the fog, but it slowly flowed.It didn't take long for all the fog to burrow into the black coffin.The fishing village has become clear again.A few yellow runes fell from the air, sealing exactly on the coffin, ensuring that no breath spilled out.………… There is a gate outside the peaks of the green mountains, and the three characters of Nansong Pavilion are written on the door, and here is the Nanshan Gate.There was a wooden table under the mountain gate, on which there was a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and a man in a gray sword robe was sleeping on the table.Listening to the footsteps, the man raised his head, it was the Ming Guoxing he met when Jing Jiu and Liu were ten years old when they entered Qingshan.Decades have passed, and this Qingshan disciple, who has never been able to break through the realm, has become a little old.He looked at the man who walked to the mountain gate and couldn't help but rub his eyes.That person's face is very ordinary, his body shape is also ordinary, and his breath is also ordinary, no matter how you look at it, he is an ordinary person.The question is, how can an ordinary person find the mountain gate of the Qingshan Sect?
Ming Guoxing was a little vigilant, thinking that he couldn't make the mistakes of the year again, and recognized a character like Uncle Jing Jiu as a waste, and quickly got up."
Dare to ask Your Excellency?"
The ordinary man smiled and said, "I am a letter." ”………… Taking people as a believer is the usual means of the Immortal Forest.Before and after the assassination of Zhao Layue, Bu Lao Lin once sent such a letter.Later, Taiping Zhenren sent a letter to Canglong, telling it that there was a ghost in the Demon Suppression Prison.What's in today's letter?
Ming Guoxing naturally didn't dare to open it, nor did he dare to be self-dictated, so he hurriedly reported to the inner door.It didn't take long for Elder Mo to personally rush to the Nanshan Gate and take the letter to Tianguang Peak.The clear sunlight and the clear blue sky fall on the slightly undulating sea of clouds in front of Tianguang Peak at the same time, much like the sea in the south.Liu Ci looked at the ordinary person and said, "Content?
”That person was indeed a mortal, but he didn't have any fear in the face of a big man like the head of Qingshan, and said, "The old immortal himself looks at it. ”Liu Zi looked into his eyes.The top of Tianguang Peak is very quiet.The shadow cast by the scabbard on the stele slowly changed length.I don't know how long it took, Liu Ci said, "Okay." ”The man walked towards the edge of the cliff.Liu Ci said: "You don't have to die. ”The man said, "Thank you for the mercy of the old immortals, but you can't die if you don't die." ”Since it is a letter, it cannot be left after it has been opened, otherwise the secret will be discovered.The man walked to the edge of the cliff and calmly jumped into the sea of clouds.No screams or exclamations.After a long time, there was a slight crash from the bottom of the cliff.Liu Ci walked to the edge of the cliff, looked at the West Sea thousands of miles away, and was silent.()