Shortly after noon, the sky was covered with leaden clouds, and in the wind and rain, the waves beat against the lakeshore. In the blue-gray rain curtain, several large ships sailing on the sea in the distance were looming in the field of vision.
At this moment, Zhou Yi's mind was immersed in a lead-blue rain curtain, staring blankly in a daze.
"What are you thinking about?"
Zhou Yi looked back and saw Emperor Bing of Zhao approaching slowly. His steps were steady and there was a hint of unfathomable depth in him. It was obvious that the power of Dragon Yuan had caused him to undergo a profound change. Fortunately, he was not Zhou Yi's enemy.
"Nothing. A lot of things happened in the past few days, and my mind is a little confused."
Zhao Dibing nodded, walked aside and stood still, looking up at the mountains and rivers of Japan in the rain, and said slowly: "When I first climbed the All Saints Tower in the capital, it was just like now, with continuous drizzle and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. At that time, I thought, if I can conquer all the mountains and rivers in the world, my hundred years of life will not be in vain!"
Zhou Yi smiled slightly and said calmly, "I'm not as ambitious as you. The days of leaning against the building to listen to the wind and rain and watching the world indifferently are really good. What do you think about me and Xinxin finding a secluded rural town to open a tavern after I go back? Let's call it the Thousand Cups Inn, what do you think?"
“Hahaha!” Emperor Zhao Bing suddenly laughed out loud: “I didn’t expect that the world’s number one villain would actually want to retire? If your enemies knew, I’m afraid they would vomit three liters of blood!”
Zhou Yi shrugged helplessly and looked into the distance in silence. After a long while, he slowly came back to his senses and stared at Emperor Zhao Bing, saying, "I will not leave this mess behind. I will deal with the matter of the Rakshasa Sect and Mongolia thoroughly!"
"Thank you very much!" Emperor Zhao nodded and said solemnly: "Let's encourage each other!"
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The next morning.
The situation in Kaifeng is difficult now, and the ambitious Mongols are eyeing them covetously outside the Great Wall. Zhou Yi and his party naturally have no time to rest in Japan.
When they were waiting for the dock in the early morning, several large official ships were already waiting there, with colorful flags flying. Besides the current leader of the Hidden Sword School, Yu Shoucang, other close friends who had fought side by side with him, such as Xue Qingcheng and Lian Jingshen, also came.
However, the only ones missing were the uncle and nephew Ren Ya and Shenwu Tanlang. But on second thought, Zhou Yi was still a little afraid of meeting Ren Ya at the time of parting. The debt of love is hard to repay, and Zhou Yi still understands this truth.
"After sending you thousands of miles away, we must eventually say goodbye. Be careful on the road." Without Ren Ya, Xue Qingcheng became the person in charge of the Japanese side. At the time of parting, this icy beauty actually said a few more words, which was rare.
"What a pity!" Zhushen Wunian shook his head and raised the fighting spirit in his hand. Zhou Yi also understood and raised Dielianhua high up. The two peerless swordsmen from the Central Plains and Japan simultaneously struck the magic weapons in their hands, and their eyes revealed an unconcealable extraordinary fighting spirit.
"Not being able to compete with your Butterfly Love Flower is the biggest regret of Zhu Shen Wu Nian this time!"
"There will be a chance!" Zhou Yi said with a smile, "Next time when you come to the Central Plains, we will compete with each other!"
How could a man of the Jianghu be reluctant to leave? After exchanging a few pleasantries and clasping fists to each other, Zhou Yiyi boarded the ship and set sail quickly towards the Central Plains.
When the ship sailed away, a pretty figure slowly appeared at the dock, attracting everyone's worship.
Xue Qingcheng said: "Since you can't bear to leave, why don't you chase after us? We won't force you to stay!"
Ren Ya shook her head slowly and said, "I am from the Shenwu family. Not only do I have a romantic relationship with my son, but I also have a responsibility to Japan! What's more, maybe... maybe, even if I follow him for a longer time, Brother Qianbei will not change his mind!"
"Are you going to give up just like that?"
"No!" Ren Ya looked at the ship going farther and farther away with a distant gaze, and said in a pleasant voice: "I have learned something from the Great Demon God. When one way doesn't work, it's better to try another way!"
"That's right!" Ren Ya suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and turned around abruptly to look at Zhushen Wunian, and said: "Zhushen Wunian, what kind of martial arts do you need to defeat Qianbei Buzui's "Xianmen Sword Art"? "
“This…” Zhushen Wunian was a little surprised, as if he had not expected Ren Ya to ask this question. He hesitated for a moment before he spoke: “The Immortal Sword Art is at the highest point in the sword world, above the Supreme Sword Peak. It is an extraordinary martial art unrivaled in ancient and modern times. Even the Four Wonders of Chaos were broken by it. As far as I know, if you want to break this amazing trick, you can only—”
"In the deepest part of the sword world, in the sword heart hell, lies the peerless devil sword that can annihilate the six realms!"
"Six Destroying Swords Twenty-Three!"
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The ship sailed smoothly, the weather was fine and the wind was gentle. After crossing the East China Sea, the ship headed north along the Bian River.
This section of the Tongji Canal of the Grand Canal of the Sui and Tang Dynasties is no longer seen in later generations, but at this time, it connected the north and south waterways and was still the most important route in the Grand Canal. Although it was the flood season, the water flow in the canal was not fast, and many fishing boats and merchant ships occasionally passed by.
Zhou Yi was chatting with Tang Shangxin in the cabin when he suddenly had a strange feeling. The whole ship and everything in the surrounding space were beating in a very strange rhythm. He could hear the strong wind outside the window blowing into the gaps between the reefs, splashing waves, and the sharp whistling sounded like the wailing of ghosts, which frightened everyone who heard it.
However, Zhou Yi's mind was calm and peaceful as never before. The terrifying and thrilling situation before him was like an illusion in a demonic world and did not distract him at all.
He felt that behind this violence and ferocity, there lay the indescribable layers and beauty of nature.
He tightly grasped Tang Shangxin's arm, which was in his hand, smiled faintly, then stood up and slowly walked out of the cabin.
I saw a majestic island standing straight in front of me, constantly expanding, as if it was going to press down on me, making it difficult to breathe.
There are strange rocks scattered around the dangerous rapids and the island has been severely eroded by wind and waves. Only the strange trees growing on the top of the peak make people feel that this lifeless lake island still has a glimmer of life.
Gazing into the distance, I saw a slender figure standing on an isolated island in front of me. The morning light from the sky was faint, just covering him in golden light.
Seeing Zhou Yi slowly walking out of the cabin, the man said happily: "In front of this beautiful scenery, Brother Qianbei, please move your carriage and have a gathering here, how about that?"
Zhou Yi looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, "It's an honor."
The man perched high on the peak watched Zhou Yi rise and fall a few times, and then he rushed to the sky above the peak and landed easily and gracefully on the top of an old tree three meters away.
When their eyes met, the world changed instantly. (To be continued)