Spring is coming to an end, but there is no spring atmosphere in Daxu. The scenes of chirping insects, birds, and green vegetation are even more extravagant, seeming lifeless and extremely depressing. It feels like falling into a bottomless abyss from which it is difficult to extricate oneself.
The streets of the ancient city are dilapidated and in disrepair. The statues of gods outside the city have stood for thousands of years, looking into the distance.
In Changshou Alley, there are all kinds of lifelike wood carvings in the small wood carving shop.
There are plants and trees, birds and beasts, mountains and rivers, and the people He Jian has met in his life. Their expressions are different, some are good and some are bad. They are extremely vivid, as if they may come back to life at any time, with a vague sense of Tao that is difficult to detect. rhyme.
He Jian sat in the backyard, fetched a bucket of water from the well with a wooden bucket, and took out a ladle. The mouth was cold and sweet, which could wash away all the dust and desires in people's hearts.
He looked at the sky, his eyes a little cloudy, and said softly: "The older people get, the more they fear the sky, and the more they believe in fate. After spending most of their lives in a trance, they still came back to the starting point. Sure enough, as the book said, the knot What is the cause, what is the result.”
As soon as his voice fell, he stopped talking and just sat there in a daze for half an hour.
Suddenly he stood up straight, stretched his shoulders, and straightened his waist.
He quickly walked into the hut and pulled out a dilapidated wooden box that had been hidden for decades from under the blackened pear wood bed. A rotten smell came out from the wooden box. The box was bitten with tiny holes by insects, as if it had been pierced by countless fine needles at the same time. It seemed that with just the slightest touch, the entire wooden box would be completely shattered.
He Jian looked sighing with emotion and thought to himself that he had not touched Ziwu Sword, History, and Blood Sunflower for sixty years, and waved his sleeve lightly.
The box creaked, and the lid flew away, revealing a sword box wrapped in rags.
The sword box is dark red and looks ordinary, but it contains the rare famous swords in the ruins, Ziwu, Hanqing, and Xuekui.
There were originally six swords in this box, but after the battle with the Miemen Venerable An Jingyun, three swords were taken away by him. Now there are only three swords left in the box. But just taking out one sword is enough to cause a bloody storm, but who could have imagined that there are so many famous swords hidden in this ordinary sword box
On this day, the sword god who once made the world's geniuses change his expression once again carried his casket.
Outside the city, the sky is still filled with yellow sand, and a solitary wisp of smoke stands alone, alone.
The figures of Ouyang Ming and He Jian walked farther and farther under the solitary smoke, and gradually disappeared into the wind and sand.
The wind and sand make it difficult to open your eyes.
In the wind and sand, Ouyang Ming smoothed his long sleeves and asked in a low voice: "Senior He, is it far to go back to Jianfeng from here?"
He Jian nodded slightly and said: "Of course it is far away. Huijian Peak is located at the intersection of time and space. If there is no opportunity, there is no way to get in. Moreover, there are various formations and restrictions arranged outside. . I was lucky enough to get in, but now that I think about it, I’m still a little scared.”
As he spoke, he shook his shoulders, shook the sword box on his shoulder, and continued: "The ancient sword in this box was taken from Huijianfeng Mountain, and it followed me and made a name for itself in Nuo Da. "
But when he said this, the look in his eyes darkened obviously. There were originally six long swords in the sword box, but now there were only three left.
Ouyang Ming's ability to observe words and emotions has reached a certain level, so he can naturally take this gloom into his eyes.
But he didn't ask any more questions. There was no shortage of stories for people like He Jian, and they were all from the past. But since he didn't want to say more, what was the point of asking
With a roll of his eyes, he brought the topic back to Sword Peak and asked with a smile: "What is the intersection of time and space?"
He Jian calmed down quickly and replied: "Time and space are the most difficult abstract substances to describe, but that place can be smooth and unified without being abrupt. How should I put it, oh, by the way, that's it You can’t feel the passage of time or the changes in space.”
"This..." Ouyang Ming took a breath.
I thought to myself, is this really related to Xu Aoran? So what level has his cultivation attained? At this moment, even he felt a faint fear in his heart.
The ways of time and space are really too far away for him.
Just like, if a mortal wants to pick the stars in the sky, how can it be possible
Just when Ouyang Ming was secretly shocked, a body covered in black smoke came out.
There was only black in his pupils, no whites. They were all the purest and deepest black, which seemed to contain the hell of Abi. The body was covered with rotten flesh, in tatters, and yellow water kept dripping along with the black mist. Moreover, behind him, a black stripe seemed to be drawn with ink, shining with a deep light, which was extremely charming.
He Jian took his finger and flicked it, and the sword box shook!
But at this moment, a cold voice rang out: "Get out of the way, this is the black fog corpse that ran out of the black fog mountain. It is extremely poisonous, and you will die if you touch it!"
At the same time, a blood-colored arrow roared from the distance, tearing a heart-stopping hole in the yellow sand in the sky. It kept spinning, and all the spiritual power was concentrated on the arrow. It roared and roared. With a sound, it shot directly into the head of the Black Mist Corpse and exploded completely, causing light red blood to splash everywhere.
He Jian and Ouyang Ming's expressions changed slightly, they stepped back at the same time, and lifted up their sleeves to throw away the blood.
Their movements were extremely fast, and no blood was stained on their bodies.
The two looked at each other and saw the wry smiles in their respective eyes.
The other party acted so recklessly to save the talent. If you really want to blame him, it really can't be justified.
Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man followed by a twenty-eight-year-old woman slowly walked over.
This middle-aged man was holding a one-foot-tall horned bow. He had broad shoulders and a slight pressure between his eyebrows. He was obviously of high status. And this young woman was wearing a long skirt with a red and blue base and white as the main color. Her long hair was tied up with a silver hairpin, her face was full of arrogance, and there was a deep sneer in her eyes. She raised her chin and refused to speak.
His cultivation level has also reached the level of the primary spirit person, but his aura is turbulent and his energy is restless. It was obviously forcibly improved with the use of elixirs.
Ouyang Ming and He Jian both had their Qi deep in their hearts. With their cultivation levels, they naturally couldn't see through it.
The middle-aged man snorted coldly and said: "This place is close to the Black Mist Mountain and is extremely dangerous. With your two cultivation levels, it is better not to wander in. Although there are endless blessings in it, it is not something ordinary people can take away. "When he said this, he didn't even look at Ouyang Ming, because in his heart, he condescended to talk to such ants and reminded them that this was a blessing that they would be hard-pressed to cultivate in several lifetimes.
It's not that he has any bad intentions, he just doesn't want to talk to people with lower cultivation levels than him.
After all, this is the spiritual world, where the strong are respected and the weak have no right to speak, and even the right to survive will be deprived.
Isn’t that what happened to those villages that were massacred by aliens
Because you are weak, you will be massacred, your bloodline will be devoured, and you will even be captured and taken back to the clan to be raised in captivity, harvesting one after another like wheat.
In the world of monks, ruthlessness is the main theme. They are all fighting for the good fortune of heaven and earth, for immortality, and for the pursuit of the great road.
As soon as the words fell, the man and the woman raised their chins, raised their heads slightly, and galloped away into the distance with proud faces.
Ouyang Ming rubbed his eyebrows and joked: "I didn't expect that the sword god would be despised."
He Jian's expression was calm and peaceful, and he had a kind of indifferent state of neither being happy with things nor being sad with oneself. He smiled and said: "What sword god? He is just an old man who has half of his body in a coffin. Time is fleeting. Everything in the past is just a passing thing and cannot be taken seriously." As he spoke, he pulled the shoulder strap up two inches, and the sword box moved up two inches with his movement.
"With the sword casket on your back, aren't you a sword god?" Ouyang Ming looked at He Jian with bright eyes.
He Jian was slightly startled. Countless arcs of light in his eyes overlapped and gathered together in vain. He smiled bitterly and said, "I have practiced swordsmanship all my life and carved my Taoist heart with wood carvings, but I still can't see it clearly like Brother Yu. I'm really ashamed."
Ouyang Ming waved his hands repeatedly to exhale the cold air in his chest and abdomen: "It's not that Senior He can't see through, it's that he doesn't want to see through."
As soon as he finished speaking, his steps were light and he lifted up his shoes slightly. Half of his shoes sank into the fine yellow sand, and he stepped forward.
He Jian looked at his back, feeling a little bitter in his heart, and followed him up.
Deep down in his heart, he also wants to become a sage, but his foundation has been damaged, so what can he do? But there is still a trace of fantasy in his heart, and there is endless creation within Hui Jian Peak.
The last time I only obtained a residual technique outside the peak, I became a big mountain in front of all Taoists. If I can enter it, can I repair its foundation? If the Dantian turns into a lake, enter that mysterious realm and take a look. That's why he took the initiative to take Ouyang Ming to find Huijian Peak, because he regarded Ouyang Ming as the successor of this powerful sword technique. Last time, he was just outside the mountain peak and followed him to be able to step into the peak.
Everyone has selfish motives, even him. This is a person, a real person.
The two of them moved forward. Not long after, a cold, damp wind blew.
Ouyang Ming looked far into the distance, and everything he could see was boundless black mist. Countless storms were spinning, faintly flashing black arcs.
And on the periphery of the black mist, there were actually densely packed black mist corpses, as numerous as cow hairs, with dull eyes, no aura, and black gas coming from their bodies.
Not far from the black mist, there are ten naturally formed terraces.
Each one is thousands of feet long, with all kinds of strange and bizarre stripes engraved on it, making people marvel at the uncanny craftsmanship of nature.
Thousands of people stood on each terrace, looking at the black mist with burning eyes, full of expectation, as if they were waiting for something.
"Senior He, what's going on with those people?" Ouyang Ming looked away, with a strange look in his eyes.
He Jian thought for a while, and the memories in his mind turned like pages of a book. He condensed in vain and replied: "Brother Yu, this is Black Mist Mountain. It is the only way to go to that place. I suffered a lot back then." Passed through. And the most bizarre thing is that there is a huge spring deep in the black mist. Every three months, the spring will erupt, and many spiritual treasures will erupt from the ground. "