The East Jianhai is the territory of the Haidi Sword Country.
In the East Jianhai, there is an island called Guchi Island. The island is not big or small, and there are villages and towns scattered here.
At this time, Li Qiye walked out of the sea and boarded the island. After he left the Kuroshio Sea, he crossed the barrier of the restricted area, walked to the East Jianhai and boarded Guchi Island.
The path is faint, and Li Qiye walks in a leisurely courtyard. He walks on the path aimlessly, and he is at ease with the situation, and he does not deliberately come from where or why.
On the trail, there are occasional pedestrians coming and going, but no one will pay attention to Li Qiye, after all, as ordinary as him, who will take a closer look.
People on the trail came and went in a hurry, but no one paid attention to Li Qiye.
During the walk, passing by a stream, the stream was curved, but the river level was slow, Li Qiye stopped, looked at the river, and then walked along the river.
On the riverside, there are houses with smoke and women in the shackles.
Li Qiye stopped and looked at the woman in the yarn. The woman was in her early thirties. She was dressed in a commoner, light white, with patches on the commoner, but she was washed clean, so that people would know that the woman was not from a wealthy family. Of course, the wealthy home will not be here.
The woman's face is dignified, although there is no stunning beauty, and there is nothing gorgeous, but her simple face is dignified and natural, her complexion is healthy, and her face is round and soothed, and she looks comfortable.
The woman inserted the wooden hairpin obliquely, although her hair was rather messy due to work, it was also natural. The whole person was not noble, but it gave people a comfortable feeling.
Although the woman was dressed in coarse linen, her clothes were slightly generous, although she was clean and tidy, but also quite casual. The rather loose cloth could not cover her undulating body, so gully could be seen.
The woman is very serious in Huansha. Her face is reflected in the stream, and there is a feeling of matching and blending. It seems that at this moment, she is one with the sky and the earth, natural and comfortable, making you want to see fascinatingly.
Li Qiye stopped here, looking at the woman with a natural look.
The woman also saw Li Qiye, but without being surprised, she continued to use her yarn, her movements were smooth and comfortable.
Li Qiye sat by the stream, propped his chin on his knees, and looked at the woman, as if in front of him, this woman was like a peerless beauty.
The woman was finished with the yarn, got up and went home and dried in the courtyard.
Li Qiye followed in, watching the woman drying in the sun, with a very natural expression, without any feeling of recklessness.
Imagine that a woman is alone at home, and Li Qiye is a man who follows. Such a lone man and a widow is really inappropriate. However, Li Qiye feels nothing wrong with it, but rather at ease.
After the woman was dried, she looked at Li Qiye and said, "What's the matter with the son?" The woman opened her voice, her voice was pleasant and mellow, like running water wading over a talc, and she felt silent.
"What's your name?" Li Qiye didn't answer the woman's words, but asked rhetorically, looking very rude.
However, the woman was not upset, and replied, "Xiyue."
"Xi Yue." Li Qiye murmured, without saying anything, turning around and leaving.
The woman was not surprised either, she just watched Li Qiye go away, she couldn't help but frowned slightly without saying anything, and finally returned to the house.
Li Qiye was walking along the path. It didn't take long before he saw a city in front of him, and the pedestrians on the road began to grow more and more crowded.
Although there are also monks coming and going in this way, but more of them are ordinary people, people coming and going, just survive and run around.
When approaching the city, Li Qiye walked, and simply sat on the rock beside the road, leaning on his body, lying halfway, looking at the city in front, with a tired and bored expression, as if he had to take a good rest before he set off on the road.
The city in front is not a big city, nor a huge ancient city, but a small city.
I don’t know how many years this small city has been established. The city wall has collapsed long ago, leaving broken bricks. Skyrim.
It's just that, as time passed, all of this has been turned into bricks and tiles. Even so, it can still be seen from this broken wall that it was an amazing place back then.
There are plaques on the city gate with ancient characters written on them. However, the ancient characters are too old, even if they were carved on bluestone, but as time goes by, they are almost blurred, but they still pay. Some outlines can be seen.
Li Qiye lay halfway on the rock, biting the long grass, looking boredly at the broken old city in front of him, looking in a daze, it seemed that he was roaming too vain.
The ancient characters are ambiguous, and the ancient characters are very long-lived. Few people today know these two characters, but everyone knows what the name of this small city is—the holy city.
The holy city, such a small city with such an amazing name, is incompatible with its scale, and it is really too different.
It's just that, for millions of years, the world has known that this small city has been called the Holy City, so the residents and monks here are all used to it.
"Holy City—" Li Qiye sighed as if looking at the two unclear ancient characters, somewhat stunned and murmured, it seemed that all of this was silent.
The old city no longer looks like it was in the past. It is just an old and broken town. There are not many people living in the whole town. It seems like sunset and evening. It seems that this town has also come to its end. One day it will be too. Will be annihilated in this world, and in the end there will only be bricks and tiles.
Even if the time is long enough, even the broken bricks and tiles will not be left, and will be covered by lush vegetation.
Li Qiye sat there, looking bored at the town, not knowing whether he was going to enter the city or not, just sitting like this, looking at the rogue, sitting bored.
The passing pedestrians did not pay attention to Li Qiye either. After all, some pedestrians would get tired from walking and stop to rest.
Just when Li Qiye was looking bored at the small town, a young man came in a hurry, and when he was approaching the small town, he stopped and looked.
As the setting sun is about to fall, the small town looks a bit dead under the spilt sun. Although the scenery is beautiful, it gives people a kind of coolness. It is like a person walking alone in his old age.
The young man couldn't help being attracted by the appearance of the small town, and he could see the gods.
The young man was dressed in a corset and walked in a hurry, looking like he had come from afar. Although the young man's body is not burly, but as can be seen from his tight clothes, he is also muscular and strong, and it seems that he can jump like a tiger at any time.
The young man’s clothes are neat and tidy, but there is nothing gorgeous. However, his mind is very rhythmic and he appears regular. It can be seen that he is from a famous family, but he does not have the gorgeousness of a famous family and looks too simple. .
Despite this, when the young man raised his sword eyebrows, there was a breath of agitation. He was like a soldier who had returned from disarmament. Although he was not sharp, he still had the will to fight all the time.
After the young man recovered, he wanted to step into the city, but at this time he also noticed Li Qiye.
"Brother Taiwan won't enter the city?" The young man also saw that Li Qiye was a monk, and asked with a smile.
Li Qiye couldn't help but glanced at the small town lazily, and said sickly: "The city is too old and people tend to get tired. Just rest."
"The city is too old, people tend to get tired." The young man could not help being attracted by Li Qiye's words.
He savored it carefully, recovered himself, couldn't help holding his fist, and said: "Xiongtai's words are really great. The city is too old and people tend to get tired. It's almost dusk."
With that said, the young man didn’t know where he came from so much emotion, or the situation at this time touched his emotions, so he couldn’t help but look at Xiaocheng a few more times and said: "When I came, I heard that this holy city has a long history, it is so old that it cannot be traced back. Who can imagine that in this remote ocean, on such a small Guchi Island, there would be such an ancient city. ."
"Yes, it's too old." Li Qiye couldn't help but nodded slightly, looked at Xiaocheng, and murmured: "It's too old to be remembered, things are like people."
The young man was startled. He didn't understand why Li Qiye felt so much. After all, the small city in front of him is not a world-shaking place, nor is it a famous place. It is just such a small city, ordinary, if not Something happened in this sea area back then, I'm afraid no one in the world would pay attention to such an island.
Such a place is nothing more than dust to the great world.
"Xiongtai don't sigh. There are not many places to stay in this area. Although the city is old, it can also be settled." The young man said with a smile.
"That's right." Li Qiye nodded involuntarily.
"In Xia Chen Cangsheng, he is destined to know Xiongtai, so he should take a step forward." The young man didn't say much, then clasped his fists and left.
Li Qiye smiled, did not pay attention, and continued to lie there.
As the sun sets, Li Qiye finally stood up lazily, and couldn't help muttering: "Although the city is old, you can settle down, well, let's go." Then, he walked to the town.
The small city is indeed very small, and the number of people living in it is only eighty ten thousand. Such a small city, in some places in Jianzhou, I am afraid that there is not even a small town.
Although the city is small, the streets are paved with ancient stones. Although some ancient stones are broken, the scale of that year can be seen.
Li Qiye walked slowly on the ancient streets of the small city.
At this time, the small town is also lively, the lights are on, people coming and going, shouting, selling, talking... intertwined, adding a lot of vitality to this ancient city.
"Although the city is old, the people are new." Li Qiye walked on the ancient street and said with emotion, "This is the meaning of endless reproduction."