When he heard the word "old friend", Jianchou understood.
On the Thirteen Islands of the Immortal Road, there is a mysterious young man who claims to be the reincarnation of a mayfly. He later rode a Kun horse across the West Sea. The origin of his identity is extremely mysterious.
But I don’t know why the other party made the dewdrops fall and led the way with his mind.
This person has extremely high cultivation level and his abilities may be extraordinary. If he wanted to harm her, he would have done it long ago without having to hold a so-called "Hongmen Banquet".
So, when Jianchou heard the other party's invitation, he did not refuse. He just took a step forward and stood on the boat.
At this moment, Fu Chaosheng was picking up the fish and took off his hat, revealing his jet-black hair.
He looked up at Jianchou, as if he had known her for a long time, and said casually, "The boat is simple, please sit down."
The art of hospitality is really a steal.
But Jianchou didn't care and sat down casually, looking at the surging river flowing by, his eyes fell on the black fish in the fish basket.
The fish looked completely black, and looked no different from ordinary fish, except that it was in a bamboo fish basket on the deck, breathing slowly, and it looked like it was about to die.
“Why fish when there are fish?”
"Are there any fish?"
Fu Chaosheng used his fingers like a knife to gut the plump sea bass in his hand. He was cleaning up when he heard this. His eyes turned and he looked in the direction she was looking.
Black fish.
It’s Kun.
At this moment, he was silent for a while, then smiled and said, "Old friend, do you want to eat this fish?"
"… "
The black fish silently turned over in the bamboo basket and hid its white eyes.
Perhaps he felt that Fu Chaosheng's eyes were a little strange, or perhaps he felt that this black fish was a little strange. Jianchou thought for a moment and finally shook his head.
She turned her gaze back to Fu Chaosheng and looked him over.
The old light green robe was still on him, but now it was covered tightly by an old straw raincoat that came from nowhere, and only faint patterns could be seen.
The color is like the moss growing in the cracks of rocks.
This feeling is really wonderful.
At that time, she had not really embarked on the path of cultivation, and had not even entered the Nineteenth Continent. Now, she is already the leader of the Zuo Sanqian Small Association and the first on the one-person stage.
Watching Fu Chaosheng's fairly neat and tidy movements, Jianchou sat down calmly, letting the morning mist caress her cheeks. In the distance, only the outline of a small moon remained on the horizon, and it was the daylight that illuminated her.
“Crash.”
The sound of water was gentle.
Fu Chaosheng slowly put the cleaned fish into the pot.
The water was boiled up to the crab eyes and submerged the body of the sea bass. He also threw some spices next to the pot into the pot.
Jianchou smiled but said nothing.
Fu Chaosheng, who was sitting opposite her, had something flashing in his eyes, as if hiding the changes of time. He smiled at her, as if puzzled: "What are you laughing at, old friend?"
If you just want to drink fish soup, there is no need to add spices to it.
There were days when she was an expert at making fish soup.
Unconsciously, he recalled the memories he had relived in the Gate of Right and Wrong Cause and Effect. After all, Jianchou was not familiar with Feixie, so he did not say anything. He only said, "After the fleeting glimpse of Xihai, I received your letter. But Jianchou does not know where the word 'old friend' comes from?"
This was a problem Fu Chaosheng had never thought of.
He looked at Jianchou across from him, thinking of all the things he had seen and heard in the human world over the past two or three years, and found that the people he had met in the human world were not the same as her. Even when he was the imperial teacher on the isolated island of the human world and forced Zhang Tang to death, he had never met a woman like her.
Perhaps, this is what people mean when they say that everyone is different.
As for the word "old friend"...
“Mayflies are born in the morning and die in the evening, but I am alive only because I heard the truth in the morning.”
He slowly slid his fingers across the sharp spikes on the hat. It was hard to tell whether the voice sounded young or old, only a sigh tinged with a hint of sarcasm.
“I was born from hearing the teachings of my old friend.”
Live by hearing the truth.
Jianchou was suddenly startled.
Fu Chaosheng continued, "When you meet a Taoist friend in your life, you can chat for a few words. For an old friend, it is only a few moments, a casual encounter, but for Chaosheng, it is half of his life, we have known each other for a long time."
Yes.
If he were just an ordinary mayfly, he would be born in the morning and die in the evening.
A day of a man's life is his life.
Jianchou roughly understood a little bit.
Fu Chaosheng picked up a piece of dry firewood that he had found from somewhere by the stove, broke it with a "snap", and threw it into the stove. In the blink of an eye, he saw the flames licking the dry firewood red.
"There is a thing that is mixed and formed before the heaven and earth, it is silent and indifferent... It is independent and unchanging, it moves around without danger, and it can be the mother of the world. I don't know its name, I call it Tao, and I force it to be called Da. Da means to go, to go means to go far, and to go far means to return. Tao is great, heaven is great, earth is great, and the king is great. There are four great things in the world, and the king is in one. Man follows the earth, the earth follows the sky, the sky follows the Tao, and the Tao follows nature..."
"The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao."
“The Tao is always nameless. Although it is simple and small, no one in the world dares to be its servant.”
He read every word very clearly.
Jianchou suddenly felt that it sounded familiar: "This is..."
"This is the way my old friend heard of me in the past. Later, I went to the lonely island on earth and found that this is the words in the Tao Sutra." Fu Chaosheng smiled, but the next sentence turned to "I think this is not the way of my old friend, nor is it my way."
Sages often discuss the Tao in books, but the "Tao" in spiritual practice cannot be discussed in books.
Only a very small number of people can combine the "Tao" of books with the way of spiritual practice.
The truth is at your feet, not in books.
Hearing the truth may indeed be caused by seeing the sorrow, or it may just be a coincidence under chance.
Fu Chaosheng didn’t know what the way of heaven really looked like, he only knew what the way of heaven he wanted looked like.
He broke off another piece of dry wood and put it into the bottom of the pot. He said, "Now my old friend is also on the path of cultivation. I wonder how he can attain enlightenment?"
Enlightenment
Jianchou smiled and said, "I still don't know what the Tao is."
Maybe he'll die as soon as he leaves his body.
This sentence came out so crisply and clearly.
Fu Chaosheng then remembered that it seemed that it took a long time for mortals to cultivate themselves, so he suddenly stopped talking.
The aroma of fish soup began to waft in the air.
I don't know when the boat started to float down the river, breaking through the thick fog, but the woods on both sides of the river that were dyed brilliantly by autumn colors and the mountains in the distance were blurred into a dark shadow.
The sky was beginning to brighten.
Fu Chaosheng looked at the scenery outside, then glanced at the Yunhai Square above, and finally set his sights on the prepared fish soup.
"My old friend gave me life, which is the cause, but I don't know where the result will be in the future."
"The fish soup is ready."
Jianchou reminded him indifferently.
"… "
Silence.
Fu Chaosheng looked at her with a bit more wonder in his eyes, and then he just reached out into the river. When he pulled his hand back, the surging river water had actually been held in his palms, forming two small bowls formed by the condensed river water.
When you look closely, you can see that the water is still flowing, forming ripples on the surface, which is extremely amazing.
Fu Chaosheng used the small bowl made from river water to fill the soup in the pot and handed it to Jianchou.
When Jianchou took the bowl, he felt it was cold to the touch. Holding the bowl, he seemed to be able to feel the ripples of the flowing river and the pulse of the waves, as if he had the illusion that his mind was connected to the entire river.
What he pumped out was not only the river water, but also the river veins and the river soul!
His pupils shrank slightly, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes.
The fish soup in the bowl of Jiang Shui exudes a spice smell that is a bit too strong.
She held it but didn't drink. She only asked, "No one comes to the temple for no reason. Lord Mayfly brought me here at dawn. It can't be just to drink this bowl of fish soup, right?"
"Of course not."
The fish soup was something I had seen before on the Gate of Right and Wrong Cause and Effect, so I just tried it out.
Fu Chaosheng did not think he was a person with much leisure time, he just felt bored while waiting for someone.
Seeing that Chou had asked clearly, he did not beat around the bush and said directly, "I'm here to borrow the Zhoumu."
"… "
His hand shook for a moment, and ripples appeared in the fish soup in the bowl.
When the flounder has achieved success in its practice, it will have eyes for the universe, able to see everything in all directions, from ancient times to the present.
In Yumu’s tomb, Jianchou indeed obtained this thing.
But the Yumu Tomb was closed at that time, so how did this person know about it
Jianchou lowered his eyes, hiding the emotions in his eyes, and just blew the fish soup slowly to cool it down, and took a sip.
The aroma of the spices was too strong, covering up the freshness of the fish itself. Fortunately, the sea bass was very plump and its texture saved the pot of fish soup.
only…
Waste natural resources.
This thought suddenly popped up in his mind. He took a few sips of the fish soup and slowly drank it all. Jianchou raised his head again and said, "I have the Zhoumu. However, I have also told others about this word 'borrow'."
Not long ago, she had forced Gu Qingmei to "borrow" the Tiantai Seal. Whether it was "borrowing" or "robbing", only she knew it.
She was also well versed in the style of robbers.
Now Fu Chaosheng said that he would lend the money just by doing so, which seemed a bit too easy.
Fu Chaosheng, on the other hand, didn't have any strange expression, nor did he realize that Jianchou's words were impolite.
He just smiled and said, "Would you like to borrow it, old friend?"
"… "
Jianchou didn't know what he felt deep down.
She stared at the bowl of fish soup for a long time, and finally uttered one word: "Borrow."
As soon as the word fell, the black fish in the fish basket turned over, and its lifeless eyes turned, as if looking at the man and the mayfly on both sides of the stove.
Fu Chaosheng narrowed his eyes slightly, with a mysterious look in his eyes, and looked at Jianchou.
Jianchou slowly placed the soup bowl towards the Jiutou River. In just a moment, the soup bowl turned into rushing water, merged into the surging river and disappeared.
She straightened up, flipped her hand, and the small gray-white fish eye was between her fingers.
After turning it around briefly, Jianchou finally threw it to Fu Chaosheng.
He took it lightly, and Zhoumu was already in his palm.
Fu Chaosheng suddenly felt that the sight in front of him had become a cloud of mist: "I have the eyes of the universe, but I am missing the eyes of the universe. Why would you borrow them without asking me?"
"It's your business after all, and it has nothing to do with me."
It's easy to guess that this person is a mayfly, and his cultivation is somewhat strange. Jianchou has no intention of getting involved in this muddy water for the time being, so he just pretends to know nothing.
Or maybe…
Is there a kind of friendship that is strangely bland
Of course, it may also be that you feel you have to borrow it even if you don’t want to.
Jianchou didn't explain much.
Fu Chaosheng didn't expect this.
The Universe Eye can observe all directions and all up and down, but it cannot see the past and present that he cares about, let alone know the fate of the mayfly clan, so he is determined to obtain this "Universe Eye".
But it came too easily.
The thick fog around has gradually dissipated.
A ray of dazzling light was cast from the ground in the east, and the shadows of the Kunwu peaks gradually took shape in the thick fog.
Fu Chaosheng said: "I will return this vision to you someday."
Jianchou didn't care, but raised his head and looked at the clear sky around him.
The dark pupils, illuminated by the sunlight, had a hint of profound meaning. She narrowed her eyes slightly to hide the sudden cold light in them, but another emotion was surging in her heart.
He stood up from the extinguished stove and saw that Sorrow's mind was no longer on anything in the universe.
It's dawn.
I wonder if the "old friend" whom she has not seen for a long time will return to Kunwu on time
Jianchou smiled and said to Fu Chaosheng, "I am not of my race and I am not good at cooking. The fish soup you stewed is not tasty."
As soon as she finished speaking, she stepped across the waves of the river that were blocked by the fog and returned to the river bank. She just followed the way she came and walked towards the main peak of Kunwu.
Behind him, Fu Chaosheng was on the boat, holding the Zhoumu in his hand, but he was silent.
Looking at the river bank from afar, Jianchou did not look back and soon disappeared into the dense forest.
The brilliant red light from the sky had already descended, and the water on the river was covered with a layer of red and gold, and even the color of the fog had become thicker.
The forests are dyed with all their colors, and the autumn is becoming increasingly bleak.
The black fish in the fish basket rolled its eyes: "To them, the ones who gave birth to me are my parents, you shouldn't say 'the ones who gave birth to me are my old friends'."
“Is there a difference?”
Fu Chaosheng didn't seem to understand.
Of course it was offensive.
Black Fish sighed and said, "It is difficult to communicate with those who are not of my kind."
Then, the fish exerted force with its back and pushed forward with its tail, and actually jumped into the river with a "gulp", and disappeared in an instant.
On the boat, Fu Chaosheng took a look at the main peak of Kunwu shrouded in heavy fog, and finally put away his Zhoumu.
Whoosh.
A gust of wind blew, and the river suddenly became empty.
The small boat disappeared, and there was only a withered yellow leaf floating on the river surface, drifting away with the waves...
***
The mountain path to Kunwu main peak.
Jianchou's steps were quite brisk as he climbed up the stairs. As soon as he reached the mountainside, he saw early-rising Kunwu disciples walking among the surrounding pavilions and corridors. He could faintly hear human voices mixed in with the chirping of birds and the sounds of insects.
It was just dawning, but these people were already doing their morning lessons and practicing their own cultivation.
The pillar of the Central Region's sect truly lives up to its reputation.
After staying on Kunwu for a few days, Jianchou had gained some understanding of Kunwu. As she thought and watched along the way, she looked no different from before.
Perhaps, it was just that the light in his eyes was revealed a little, like a sharp edge that was difficult to restrain.
There was a platform in the road ahead. A girl in red was standing in the road, looking up and saying something to the man in white standing in front of her.
I saw a sad man walking on the mountain path, and I saw him when I looked up.
The man in white robe had an outstanding demeanor among Taoists. He was Wu Duan, the Kunwu White Bone Dragon Sword. She recognized him. The back of the girl in red also looked familiar. After a brief thought, she knew that it was Nie Xiaowan.
The small meeting ended not long ago, and almost all the major sects have left.
Nie Xiaowan should have left with his senior master, but now he appears here
Jianchou was curious and walked up.
Wu Duan listened to Nie Xiaowan's words and nodded slightly. He was about to say that he would go and help her find Jianchou, but when he raised his eyes, he saw Jianchou coming up the mountain path from the foot of the mountain. He was surprised and delighted at the same time.
Wu Duan raised his hands and said with a smile, "Sister Jianchou, why are you coming down here so early in the morning?"
"Junior Brother Wu is up early too. I got up early and was in a good mood. I saw the beautiful scenery of Kunwu, so I went down for a walk."
There was a kind smile on his face, without any murderous intent.
Jianchou exchanged a few words of greeting.
Wu Duan didn't hear anything unusual and didn't suspect anything.
As soon as he saw Nie Xiaowan, he said, "Senior Sister Jianchou has come at the right time. Junior Sister Nie Xiaowan of Wuwangzhai and Senior Sister are old acquaintances. Today, she accompanied Master Yuxin to reenter Kunwu to discuss some trivial matters with Master. She was looking for Senior Sister for something."
Nie Xiaowan followed suit and bowed with a shy smile on her face: "Xiaowan greets Senior Sister Jianchou."
"Okay, if you don't mind, I'll turn it over too."
Jianchou walked up to her, pulled her and asked her to stand up. He didn't stand there and talk, but just walked forward.
"Is there something urgent?"
In the distance, there seemed to be the sound of swords clashing ahead, mixed with some people's shouting.
Wu Duan didn't say anything either, he just followed Jianchou, but he looked at Nie Xiaowan with a somewhat inquiring look.
Judging from the few inferences from his words just now, this matter must be related to the old affairs of the Candle-cutting Sect.
As expected, Nie Xiaowan walked to the right of Jianchou, and seemed a little hesitant, but still spoke: "The matter of the Jianzhu Sect a few days ago has been resolved, and it should have been settled. Among them, Xu Lan'er's meridians were damaged, and it was said that she was like a disabled person, so Zhuxin did not take her with him when he went to Yunhai Square. Therefore, she escaped."
Yes.
There is also Xu Laner.
As Jianchou walked, he saw the place in front of him where the sound of fighting came from. It turned out to be a large flat ground with many Kunwu disciples practicing swordsmanship on it. It was a lively scene.
"Junior Sister Xiaowan, do you have any plans?"
"Xu Lan'er has a vicious heart. As long as she lives, we will not be at peace. Even if her meridians are destroyed, we cannot rest assured."
Nie Xiaowan was afraid that what she said next would make people think she was vicious.
What's the use of eradicating all evil if you don't get rid of the roots
So after thinking for a moment, she said, "Xiao Wan already knows that she is near Kunwu, and wants to find her whereabouts to eliminate future troubles."
After saying that, she looked at Jianchou with some caution.
Jianchou is a very kind-hearted person, and many people know this.
Wu Duan also knew it.
So he was also very curious about Jianchou's reaction at this moment.
Jianchou had stopped and moved his gaze from the fighting Kunwu disciples to Nie Xiaowan.
Nie Xiaowan blinked and looked at her intently.
At this moment, Jianchou laughed out loud: "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I think you are vicious?"
"No?"
Nie Xiaowan was a little surprised.
Jianchou felt a little helpless, but finally couldn't help but touch her head: "If you put it this way, I am much more vicious than you."
Wu Duan looked at her immediately.
Jianchou did not explain, but just said "there's nothing wrong with doing it if you want to". Although Xu Lan'er had the "Insufficient Book", it was of no use to someone whose meridians were completely damaged.
even…
This could be a fatal disaster.
As long as we find out where Xu Lan'er is and spread the news, there will probably be many people with evil intentions in the Nineteen Continents who will hunt her down, not just Nie Xiaowan.
This was also her original plan, and she only told her fellow junior brother Chen Jiu about it. The bad thing had already been done by this fourth junior brother happily.
Nie Xiaowan actually didn’t understand, but as long as she knew that Jianchou supported her, she felt satisfied.
She smiled, and when Jianchou stopped, she was immediately curious: "What does Senior Sister Jianchou want to do?"
"Just a little curious."
Jianchou was still watching the people in the martial arts arena. Most of them were practicing the same moves: raising the sword, swinging the sword, and dropping the sword, all with a smooth and flowing style.
Wu Duan said, "This is one of the thirty-six sword arenas of Kunwu, used for daily martial arts practice by disciples. Those practicing swords on this arena are all new disciples who have just joined the sect. They are practicing the basic sword style of our sect, called the Green Mountain and River Star Sword, which only has sword moves."
"Green Mountain and River Star Sword?"
Although there were only sword moves, Kanchou could taste some of the flavor while watching them.
In fact, although there are thousands of kinds of weapons in these 19 continents, with strange shapes, the majority of them are swords.
Among them, the two top sects of Kunwu and Yashan are particularly serious.
However, the advantage of Kunwu's sword lies in the word "complex", while the sword of Yashan is famous for the word "dangerous", so much so that it has the reputation of "Yashan's sword is the best in the world".
Wu Duan stood with his hands behind his back, watching the disciples, who he didn't know whether they were his fellow apprentices or nephews, swinging their swords. He had seen a lot of this, and his face remained calm.
"Senior Sister Jianchou seems quite interested?"
"I am somewhat interested. Although the sword moves are simple, they have some flavor." Jianchou nodded.
"Taste?" Wu Duan looked at her and said, "I practiced this set of sword moves hundreds of years ago, but I didn't feel any taste at that time. It was not until I practiced the first sword intent and awakened the White Bone Dragon Sword that I could taste the true meaning. Senior Sister Jianchou can tell the taste at a glance. Maybe she is quite talented in swordsmanship. Why don't you try it with a sword?"
Why don’t you try it with your hands
Jianchou said, "No problem?"
Stealing skills is a serious crime.
Wu Duan smiled and said, "It's okay. The Green Mountain and River Star Sword is very common in Kunwu. In Jiutoujiangwan, even woodcutters in the forest and fishermen on the river can show it off."
So, did all Kunwu disciples start by learning these ordinary sword moves
Jianchou understood a little, but shook his head: "It's a pity that I use an axe, not a sword."
But after she finished speaking, she suddenly looked at Wu Duan, with a little light flashing in her eyes and a smile on her lips: "Is Senior Brother Wu Duan's White Bone Dragon Sword okay now?"
On the West Sea, Wu Duan once fought with Qu Zhengfeng and ended up in a miserable defeat.
The White Bone Dragon Sword was severely damaged and had a crack on it.
When talking about this, Wu Duan's face showed some indescribable complexity. He raised his hand, and the sheathed sword was already in his hand. He handed it to Jianchou: "Can you lend this sword to Senior Sister Jianchou for a try?"
Jianchou said that just to borrow the sword. Seeing Wu Duan was so generous, he didn't hesitate. He just said "thank you" and took the sword.
The scabbard is snow-white and seems to be made of mother-of-pearl. It feels smooth and cool to the touch.
Holding the hilt, Jianchou's eyes were filled with amazement as he slowly pulled it out. Because the White Bone Dragon Sword was made of dragon bones, there was no cold light when it was unsheathed, only a hint of eerie cold white.
The crack on the sword had become very faint and almost disappeared.
I think Wu Duan has almost perfected the sword over the past two years.
This is the precious sword wielded by a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage.
At the moment when the tip of the sword came out of the scabbard, Jianchou narrowed his eyes slightly, made a sword flower with his hand, looked at the sword fighting field again, and turned back and said: "I'll try."
After saying that, she walked towards the center of the field.
Many Kunwu disciples were a little surprised when they saw her come in.
Wu Duan knew that Jianchou was there to "steal skills", so he just stood at the sidelines and shouted: "Why are you not concentrating on practicing sword skills? What are you doing!"
Everyone immediately became like mice seeing a cat, and started practicing sword skills again.
Standing next to Wu Duan on the sidelines, Nie Xiaowan was secretly shocked.
Wu Duan explained: "New disciples will not be honest if they are not taught."
Besides, he was a true disciple of Zhenren Hengxu, and his status was higher than that of other ordinary disciples. He often taught ordinary disciples and younger generations, so it was not a problem for him to casually scold them.
Jianchou was holding the White Bone Dragon Sword and walking among the group of people practicing sword skills, and his eyes showed much more interest.
Occasionally, when she saw a good sword move, she would stop and look at it carefully, and the moves would quickly become clear in her mind.
When it comes to stealing skills, she is an expert and others can hardly match her.
Wu Duan and Nie Xiaowan stood outside and watched, and they felt that the scene was somewhat strange.
"call-"
Two sounds of breaking through the air were faintly heard in the air.
Nie Xiaowan didn't hear anything, she just focused on watching Jianchou in the field, she saw that she had gradually disappeared into the group of Kunwu disciples. If she hadn't been watching all the way, she would have lost sight of her.
Wu Duan was already a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, with extremely keen perception. He turned his head to look almost at the same time when the two rays of light that broke through the air came towards this place.
Under the morning sun, the snow-white clouds in the sky were broken open into a light blue line by the two people who came.
Two rays of light, one clear and one purple, fell nearby one after another.
One was Lu Xiangleng, the medicine girl from Baiyue Valley. She was dressed in white. When she landed on the ground of Kunwu again, there seemed to be a hint of complexity in her eyes. The other was Xie Buchen.
He was wearing a green robe with the ink-black color of distant mountains, and his brows were slightly cold, with a hint of steep frost.
He is clearly full of elegance and one can almost smell the scent of ink and books, but he gives people a sense of indifference.
He came from the road and went up along the old path.
When Wu Duan saw him, he frowned and thought of the battle on the river in the past.
He has never liked this Thirteenth Junior Brother.
However, he was extremely talented and was the most loved by his master. He also used the Jiangliu sword intent he learned from his second senior brother Yue He to fight against himself in sword intent and even won slightly. This really made Wu Duan feel uncomfortable.
But now the journey to the hidden world of Qingfeng Temple was imminent, and everyone was waiting for him to come back, so Wu Duan paused and walked up.
"Thank you, Junior Brother, for finally coming back."
"Brother Wu."
When Xie Buchen saw Wu Duan, he was calm and composed.
Lu Xiangleng took two steps behind, with a slightly cold look on his face, and nodded to Wu Duan: "Senior Brother Wu."
"It would be great if Junior Sister Lu could come along, too."
I had heard from my master a long time ago that Lu Xiangleng met Xie Buchen and, as a kind-hearted doctor, healed Xie Buchen's injuries, so he was delayed on the road for some time.
Wu Duan was not surprised at all. There was a smile on his face, but it did not show in his eyes.
"It just so happens that Senior Sister Jianchou is here too. Wait for a moment, I'll call her along and we'll go to Yihe Hall to pay respects to Master."
After saying that, Wu Duan turned and walked towards the weapons field.
When Lu Xiangleng heard the word "Jianchou", her eyes lit up for a moment, she was startled, and then she smiled, with a rare bit of warmth in her eyes.
Xie Buchen slowly raised his eyelids, and while raising his steps to follow Wu Duan, he looked in the direction Wu Duan was going.
Right in front of him stood a slender woman in red.
Hearing the noise behind her, she turned around and said a few words to Wu Duan, showing a look of surprise.
Then, Xie Buchen saw that her face was slightly round and her jaw was already pointed, showing the state of a growing girl. She looked a little shy and innocent, and her eyes showed unconcealable intelligence.
only…
Not her.
The man's chest had been pierced by his sword, and he still remembered the soft body and hot blood.
The dead cannot be resurrected.
It was indeed just as he thought when he saw it on the Heavenly Monument, just a person with the same name.
Blinking slightly, Xie Buchen lowered his eyes, suppressing all emotions in that instant, leaving only ruthlessness and indifference. He stood there almost indifferent and almost apathetic.
But, the next moment...
"See you, Senior Sister Chou."
After the woman in red finished talking to Wu Duan, she looked towards the battlefield. When she saw a figure, she shouted with joy.
"… "
Meet Senior Sister Chou
When hearing this cry of joy, Xie Buchen suddenly realized: She is not that "Jianchou"!
Looking up, at that moment, his body finally froze in place, unable to move at all.
On the battlefield, a moon-white figure, holding a white bone dragon sword and with a smile on his face, walked out from among the many Kunwu disciples.
The rough plain clothes of the past were taken off and replaced by a simple yet exquisite moon-white robe. There was a bit of elegance in the steadiness, and a bit of hard-to-conceal sharpness hidden in the calmness.
The eyebrows and eyes are both familiar and strange.
Only the expression between words and smiles can give people a glimpse of the past...
Jianchou was originally walking towards Nie Xiaowan and Wu Duan, but after taking only two steps forward, she caught a glimpse of someone else out of the corner of her eye.
A...
The figure that was driven mad with hatred was almost engraved into the bones and blood!
He seemed to have not changed at all compared to the past.
His green robe was rolled up, his features remained the same, he was still the scholar holding an umbrella, walking out from the rain, and gently leaning the umbrella against the door!
still…
It was Xie Wuming who almost indifferently pierced her heart with a sword, burying her life and the life of the child in her belly!
The murderous intent that had been brewing for a long time suddenly became real and could not be suppressed.
Jianchou stood there, his aura changed three or two times in an instant, and he couldn't help but smile.
Wu Duan frowned, and instantly realized something was wrong: "Senior Sister Jianchou!"
Unfortunately...
Too late!
Jianchou's brows were cold, as if he didn't see Wu Duan who was slashing at him. He shook his wrist and the White Bone Dragon Sword rose up!
A phantom of a bone dragon suddenly leaped out from the sword.
The sword energy was running rampant, and the bone dragon roared in the sword energy, slashing towards Xie Buchen!
"You are lucky!"