After standing at the door for a while, Xie Buchen slowly walked in.
The footsteps were light, almost silent.
He turned around and closed the door, and the sound seemed short.
The house is too dark.
Only a little moonlight came in through the window corner.
Xie Buchen was not affected by the darkness at all. He walked to the left, touched the lamp, and gently blew on the wick. A cluster of light red flames ignited in the lamp, illuminating the lamp oil in the lamp.
The lights flickered slightly, making his eyes flicker slightly as well.
The figure was cast on the ground by the light, forming a thick black line. The thinner the person was, the lonelier he looked.
The entire wooden house suddenly became much brighter.
Xie Buchen walked towards the next lamp and blew out all the lights in the house one by one, so that the whole room was filled with light.
But when he stood in front of the last oil lamp, he looked at the wick that had burned into ink-black, and suddenly felt a little dazed.
In the light, it seemed as if there was suddenly another figure.
She stood in front of another lamp. The light that had just been turned on was still a little dim and didn't look very bright.
With a flip of her white hands, she took off the simple silver hairpin on her head, brought the pointed end close to the light, and gently moved it.
The wick moved and the flame became a little brighter.
The light around me also became brighter.
So, as she stood by the lights, her figure, face, and even the faint smile on her face all lit up.
“Crack.”
Suddenly, a spark burst out from the wick, and the whole flame trembled violently.
The illusion in the light suddenly disappeared completely.
Xie Buchen stood in front of the lamp, looking back at the lamps he had lit, and felt an indescribable feeling.
The lights of the past...
There is always someone lighting up the lights for him, waiting for his return.
The room was cold and silent.
He didn't know why he left the last lamp on and didn't light it. He just walked past the wall where the bookshelves were placed, without even glancing at the various ancient books inside, and came to the bookcase.
Everything you need is there, including pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
He had tidied everything up before leaving, but perhaps because the window was not closed, a few pages of rice paper were blown up by the wind and scattered on the ground.
He bent down, picked up the pages one by one, and placed them on the table.
Sitting in front of the eucalyptus, Xie Buchen spread out a piece of rice paper, as if he wanted to write something.
He just picked up the pen and when he put ink to paper, the tip of the pen, which was covered with ink, actually left a trembling mark on the paper.
"… "
His eyes fell on the curved ink mark, and he did not move for a long time.
The ink was too saturated and finally condensed into a drop, falling on the snow-white paper, staining the entire area in a shocking way.
At that moment, Xie Buchen felt his whole heart tremble.
It was as if this drop of ink did not fall on the paper, but fell on his heart.
The ripples spread out, and in an instant had turned into surging waves, washing over his body and deep within his blood.
Beneath the calm ground lies a turbulent undercurrent; amid the green mountains lies boiling magma.
He slowly put the pen back on the pile of pens.
Taking his hand back, Xie Buchen looked at it carefully.
The blue blood veins began to meander in his palm, trembling uncontrollably.
The blood was boiling, colliding, clamoring, wanting to rush out...
Too hot.
Too boiling.
It made him feel a pain that was almost like burning.
Xie Buchen lowered his eyes slightly, stretched out his hand calmly, and used his fingers like a knife to draw a line in the middle of his palm.
brush.
A line of blood suddenly appeared in the clean palm.
Blood gushed out from the wound.
He just watched quietly.
It's like watching warm blood slowly flowing out of the body, taking away the burning heat and the scorching pain, allowing oneself to calm down and cool down again.
become…
The self he was familiar with.
Maybe it was because of the pain, maybe it was because of the blood loss, or maybe it was because of the burning sensation, but as the blood finally flowed out, Xie Buchen's face gradually turned pale.
The trembling fingers finally stopped and rested quietly in a small pool of blood.
It seemed that they were back under his control.
Xie Buchen raised his eyes and slowly moved the tip of his right finger across the bloodstain. The scar quickly healed and disappeared in his palm.
There were only a lot of residual bloodstains.
His eyes finally returned to that almost indifferent calm.
Taking the silk cloth for wiping hands beside him, Xie Buchen wiped the blood stains on his palms bit by bit, carefully, and even elegantly.
Only when there was no longer any trace of bright red did he slowly withdraw his hand and place the silk cloth on the writing desk.
A gentle breeze blew in from outside the window, lifting the hair that hung on his broad shoulders, only blowing up a little bit at the ends of his hair, with a slight touch of gentleness.
His eyes slowly raised and naturally fell on the sword hanging on the wall.
Seven parts soul.
The jet-black scabbard does not reflect any light and exudes a cold feeling.
"Good, evil..."
The choice you make, the price you pay.
A sword is unsheathed, an arrow is released.
Xie Buchen finally calmed down, his heart was like an ancient well.
There is a bright moon in the sky, shining brightly.
Xie Buchen sat in the house until late at night. In his mind, the words of Master Hengxu emerged, and his tightly pursed thin lips suddenly curved.
"Qingfeng Temple..."
Open your five fingers and then slowly close them.
It seemed as if he knew everything and controlled everything.
Next to the desk ledge, the book was open to the page he had been reading when he left two years ago.
The ink words exude a slight fragrance, as if there is a little bit of dust.
"I was born to compete..."
Xie Buchen's lips moved slightly, almost whispering, and he slowly withdrew his gaze. He stood up from his seat, walked to the window, and pushed the window open completely.
Whoosh.
The cool night breeze blew up and lifted his robe.
On the desk behind him, papers with and without writing on them flew up and fell all over the floor.
From here, you can see the quiet lake below the main peak of Kunwu from afar.
The solitary moon cast its shadow on the lake, and there were suddenly two moons in the sky and on the earth.
Xie Buchen rode the wind and flew out, his green robe disappearing into the woods, floating down and landing on the lake below.
A wooden plank road starts from the lakeside and extends towards the center of the lake.
At the end of the plank road stands a wooden chess table, the patterns of its growth rings are still clear, and there is still a remnant of a chess game from the past on it.
Walking slowly to the end of the plank road, Xie Buchen didn't even look at the remaining chess piece, and turned over and jumped into the lake.
“Crash.”
There was the sound of breaking waves when entering the water.
The tranquility of the entire lake was broken, and the moonlight was blended into waves all over the lake, illuminating the surrounding darkness.
At the bottom of the lake, a long sword pierced deeply into the center of the lake.
Like a king, sitting on a lonely throne.
Only a small part of the light and shadow on the lake could fall on it, but the energy of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon, were all gathered by the entire lake onto its sword body.
The old sword has no sheath and is three feet and five centimeters long.
The sword is dark black in color, but on the blade is an almost gray map of mountains, rivers and the country, which has an ancient and crude air. It is an ancient map.
The sword has a blunt edge, but it has a powerful spirit hidden within it.
Xie Buchen's hand stretched out from the cold lake water and calmly grasped the sword.
There were no strange phenomena in the sky or on earth, and there was no unusual movement in the lake.
There was only an inexplicable aura enveloping him when he drew out the sword.
Sword name: Human Emperor!
With a glimmer of light in his eyes, Xie Buchen looked at the map of mountains and rivers on the sword. Finally, he restrained all his emotions and slowly floated to the center of the lake.
With his clothes soaked through and holding only the dull black sword, Xie Buchen walked out from the center of the lake.
On the old plank road, the chess table is also old, with round chess pieces placed on it.
Xie Buchen didn't care at first. It was just an endgame left by his casual chess game. He turned around and was about to leave.
only…
After he took a step forward, something flashed through his mind like lightning.
Xie Buchen suddenly stopped and looked back at the chessboard.
It's different now.
His eyes fell on several corners of the chessboard and he narrowed his eyes slightly.
There are a few more chess pieces near Tianyuan.
The fighting became more intense.
—Someone has moved the chess piece.
Moreover, his chess moves were so realistic that they were indistinguishable from the real thing.
He had played chess countless times and had countless similar chess games, so when he first glanced at it, he didn't even notice that there were a few more chess pieces on the chessboard than before.
This is because the chess moves of the person who continues the game are exactly the same as his previous moves.
Just as ruthless and decisive, just as murderous intent at every step!
The moonlight shines down from the sky.
The ripples on the lake have gradually calmed down.
On the other side of the chessboard, there seemed to be an opponent whose face could not be seen. He held the chess pieces in his hand and placed them one by one, showing murderous intent in his calmness...
This feeling...
Xie Buchen lowered his eyes slightly, then raised his sword and slashed across the wooden chessboard!
The sword flashed!
Wow!
The blunt sword fell and split the chessboard into two halves without any hindrance. The black and white chess pieces were immediately mixed together, crackling, and many of them splashed onto the plank road and into the lake.
The waves rippled again, but there was only—
The lake is full of murderous intent!
Xie Buchen put away his sword and stood, only glancing at the chess pieces scattered on the ground.
Emperor of the world for ten generations, but a disloyal person for one lifetime.
There is no way to retreat on the hundred-foot cliff.
The green robe turned darker, like ink. He turned and left, gradually disappearing into the shadowy forest.
Within the Jiutou River Bay, there are lush forests and beautiful trees.
The moonlight was shining, and the entire Kunwu main peak was filled with silence.
The door of the guest room creaked open.
Jianchou came out, holding a jade slip in his hand, and turned around to bow to the inside of the door: "Thank you for your hospitality, Master. It's getting late, so please stay."
"Be careful along the way."
Master Yuxin stood in front of the door, her face looking somewhat bleak but with a hint of kindness in her eyes. She nodded slightly towards Jianchou.
Nie Xiaowan stood beside Master Yuxin, looking at her eagerly, seeming a little reluctant to leave.
At dawn, Senior Sister Jianchou will go to the hidden world of Qingfeng Temple with everyone else. She is afraid that they will not be able to see for a long time, and the hidden world is dangerous. God knows what will happen.
When Jianchou saw Nie Xiaowan's worried look, he just gave him a reassuring smile.
She came here today at night after thinking for a long time.
Judging from Xie Buchen's description in Yihe Palace today, the journey to the hidden world of Qingfeng Temple is likely to be extremely dangerous.
Not to mention the first time they met Nie Xiaowan, Fu Daoshan swung his sword towards the inside to solve their troubles. What a powerful move it was.
There are six of them now, and except Xie Buchen, no one else knows the situation in the hidden world. What Xie Buchen said in the palace seemed to be very detailed, but how could Chou dare to believe what this man said
Xie Buchen killed his wife to prove his truth, and she was the "wife" who was killed.
Zhenren Hengxu personally went to the isolated island on earth and accepted Xie Buchen as his disciple. Does he really not know his own identity
This is how the two people, who were once husband and wife but are now mortal enemies, were arranged to walk together...
Say you don't harbor evil intentions
Seeing sorrow, I don't believe it.
Xie Buchen was the only one who knew the situation in the hidden world. If they were to lead the way for them, it would be equivalent to asking them to hand over half of their lives to Xie Buchen.
Jianchou had died once, so how could he dare to be plotted against a second time
After returning from the palace, Jianchou was in a state of confusion. Finally, he called out to the rest of the people, including Lu Xiangleng, and told them all his thoughts.
Ruhua Gongzi, Xiahou She, Zuo Liu, Lu Xiangleng.
Except for Zuo Liu who has been absent-minded recently for some reason, which of the other three is not extremely smart
No one wants to be controlled by others and be restricted in every way.
What's more, the feeling revealed by Xie Buchen's words in Yihe Palace was enough to make people alert.
They met at a small gathering, and although their relationship was not necessarily very good, he was much more familiar with her than with Xie Buchen.
In this situation, how can people trust someone they don't know who knows all the information about the hidden world
Therefore, after Jianchou expressed his plan, everyone else agreed.
So, tonight Jianchou visited Master Yuxin and Nie Xiaowan, and asked them to contact Zhang Sui and Zhou Kuang who had already joined the sect, and told them all about what they had seen and heard in the hidden world, and took back a map of the hidden world where they had been.
It was not until this moment that Jianchou realized that her worries had come true.
Xie Buchen, what you said in Your Highness' Palace was indeed reserved!
Comparing the two people's descriptions of what they saw and heard in the hidden world, 70% to 80% of them match each other, and the rest are different because they chose different paths.
But in addition to these 70% to 80% similarities, Nie Xiaowan encountered several dangers, but they were all mentioned in a few words in Xie Buchen's narration, while the rest of the dangers were described in great detail.
From this we can see that his brief description was not a coincidence.
Xie Buchen was so intelligent that even though he was shocked when he first saw her resurrected from the dead, he would subconsciously avoid anything that would be disadvantageous to him.
Just like what Yihe said, true and false...
If Jianchou had not already had the intention to kill him, and was unwilling to be constrained by him, and even more unwilling to lose the initiative, he would have gone to Nie Xiaowan today to inquire about the situation in the hidden world. Who would have known that he was hiding something when he was talking to Master Hengxu
All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, but his face remained calm.
She said goodbye to Master Yuxin and Nie Xiaowan and was about to walk down the stairs.
But just as they reached the courtyard below, Master Yuxin suddenly spoke from behind, "See you, little friend."
Jianchou stopped walking and turned around: "Master Yuxin?"
"Although I am not familiar with you, I feel that we are destined to meet. Before we part, please look up."
Master Yuxin stood in front of the house, smiled, and without saying anything more, closed the door.
Jianchou was startled, looked at the door for a while, stood there, and slowly raised his head.
I don't know when the moonlight disappeared.
There was a dark cloud in the sky, floating in the deep blue night sky, covering the bright moon, and it did not appear for a long time.
The entire Kunwu Mountain is hidden in the shadow it casts.
With a frown on his face, he seemed to understand something, yet also not understand something.
Although she disguised herself well, under her calm face, she was full of calculations and murderous intent...
People like Master Yuxin have clear minds and can see what ordinary people cannot see.
only…
What's wrong with murderous intent
The night breeze blows on my face, and there is a deep chill in the coolness.
Jianchouba put his hands behind his back, stroking the somewhat cold jade slip with his fingers, walked in the night breeze, and slowly walked out.
Not far away on the mountain path, there were four waiting figures.
The handsome young man, holding a paper fan, sat on the thick branch of an old pine tree that was winding among the rocks, and yawned lazily;
Xiahou She was silent, sitting cross-legged on the steps to one side, closing his eyes and regulating his breathing;
Lu Xiangleng was holding a jade slip, seemingly reading its contents, with a thoughtful look from time to time, full of wisdom;
Only Zuo Liu squatted beside the mountain path, holding a small green mantis's leg in his hand, with a smug expression on his face: "You little brat, you dare to harass me, your grandfather? Believe it or not, I will kill you!"
From a distance, Jianchou heard these words and smiled slightly.
She walked over.
The four of them noticed her immediately.
The handsome man jumped down from the tree, Xiahou She opened his eyes, Zuo Liu threw the little mantis, and Lu Xiangleng turned around and walked towards her.
"Is everything going well, Daoist Jianchou?"
"This is the hidden world map that Junior Sister Xiaowan drew for me."
Jianchou stretched out his hands from behind his back and spread them out, with the jade slip lying in his palm.
Zuo Liu was so anxious that he was the first to grab the jade slip and read it. He scanned it with his spiritual sense and a lot of information flowed into his mind. He was stunned: "This..."
"Bring it here."
There were some gleams in Ruhua Gongzi's eyes. He took the jade slip from Zuo Liu's hand, laughed, and swept it away.
The next moment, his brows furrowed slightly.
Xiahou She came to a place not far from Jianchou's side, and together with Lu Xiangleng, they took the jade slips and looked at them, and they all frowned.
Lu Xiangleng finally handed back the jade slip and smiled slightly: "It seems that what Fellow Daoist Xie said in Yihe Palace is somewhat different from what Junior Sister Nie experienced."
"People of Kunwu, how can you be so easy to deal with?"
Ruhua Gongzi had a face full of emotion, but he was not worried or anxious at all, and seemed to be full of endless interest.
Jianchou smiled, and held the jade slip in his hand again, with a wise light flowing through his eyes, and said: "This time, he is alone, and we are five..."
There was a hint of unnoticeable coldness hidden in the calm tone.
Even if you are as smart as a demon, how can you defeat my large number of people
The little mantis that Zuo Liu threw away crawled past Jianchou's feet in panic.
Jianchou lowered his eyes, took a look, and let it go.
The Feng Shui of the Hidden Realm is very good, and it is a good place for burial...
She said nothing more, but turned around and stood at the front of the mountain path. Together with the other four people, she looked into the distance at the end of the mountain and the sky.
A strange feeling of tacit understanding lingers in the air.
The whole mountain is covered with dew.
The night is ending and the day is about to dawn.
The Jiutou River in the distance flows endlessly, its noise echoing in the dreams of countless people.
Jianchou was holding the jade slip, standing with his hands behind his back. His moon-white robe was slightly wet, and was blown up by the dawn breeze. He looked calm and full of murderous intent.
Wait until dawn.
Waiting for a chance to draw the sword and kill!