The following battle between Su Baiyi and Bai Jile was a feast for the eyes of everyone present. The two chased each other on the waves, and each swing of their swords caused thousands of huge waves to rise. When the two swords collided, either fire flew everywhere or frost and ice formed. Everyone on the shore was dazzled, and even many elders from major sects burst into tears: "It is worth it to be able to see such a battle in this lifetime, it is worth it!"
But true sword masters like Jimo Huaxue could see that there was a world of difference between the two fights. The last time was a fight to the death, but this time it was just a fight of swordsmanship. Finally, Su Baiyi landed back on the boat, and Jun Nian waved his sword to collect the long swords scattered on the ice into the sword box.
"The fight is over." Nangong Xier said softly.
Su Baiyi nodded: "It's over."
"That's good." Nangong Xier sat down and gently rowed the boat, and the small boat slowly rowed towards the shore.
Bai Jile also returned to Yingzhou. At this moment, Yingzhou had been traveling south for a long time. Lu Haoxian's face turned pale. He wanted to say something, but when he met Bai Jile's sharp gaze, he swallowed his words in the end.
Yingzhou then went south silently, and drifted to the South China Sea from then on, and had no connection with this continent anymore.
Nangong Xier hummed a little tune and rowed the boat happily. When she was almost at the shore, she asked softly, "By the way, who won this battle? I can't tell."
Su Baiyi shrugged: "He won. My swordsmanship is not proficient enough, so it's normal for me to lose to him."
Nangong Xier thought for a moment and said, "When we get to the shore, if those people ask you, just say you won."
Su Baiyi scratched his head: "Senior sister, this is not good. A swordsmanship expert like my second sister-in-law must have seen it."
Nangong Xier thought about it and nodded: "That's right. Then when someone asks you whether you won or lost, just smile and say nothing."
"That makes sense." Su Baiyi said with a smile, "Senior sister is still smart."
While the two were talking, the boat had slowly approached the shore. Su Baiyi and Nangong Xier stepped down from the boat, and everyone gathered around them.
"Win or lose?" asked a group of people in the underworld.
Su Baiyi smiled mysteriously and did not answer.
Xuanyuan Luo was the most anxious: "Did we win or lose?"
Jimo Huaxue and Mo Wen looked at each other, smiled slightly, and didn't say anything. With their eyesight, they could naturally see that in the last sword attack, Bai Jile had won half a move, but he deliberately stopped and retreated first.
Su Baiyi was still smiling and didn't say anything. But those people didn't mean to leave. They kept asking questions. Su Baiyi's face was stiff with laughter, but those people refused to leave. Nangong Xier couldn't wait any longer, so she simply took Su Baiyi's hand, flew over the heads of the crowd, and flew away.
“Damn it!” Su Zhe hurried down from the sentry post in the distance, “Su Baiyi, don’t run. Come back to Weilong Mountain with me.”
He smiled helplessly: "What are you doing?"
Su Zhe said anxiously: "Of course we have to chase him back."
He touched his bald head and said, "He is now a hero who saves the world. How can you bring him back?"
Su Baiyi was held by Nangong Xier's hand, and his face became hot involuntarily. He asked in a low voice: "Senior Sister, where are we going?"
Nangong Xier thought for a moment and said, "It doesn't matter where we go. Without them, it's fine as long as we have you and me."
Three months later.
Dawn Cloud Realm.
Feng Yuhan looked at his son in front of him and sighed helplessly. When he left home for the academy, he was just a child, but now he is taller than himself. More importantly, even his attainments in swordsmanship have surpassed his. He asked again, "Are you really not going to inherit the position of sect leader?"
Feng Zuojun nodded: "There are countless talented people in the family, and there are many who are willing to inherit the position of clan leader!"
Feng Yuhan frowned and said, "Are you not a talented person?"
"Of course I am! But Tian Xiaoyun Realm is too small to accommodate me!" Feng Zuojun picked up the long sword, "Father, I'm leaving."
Feng Yuhan waved his hand and said, "Let's go. It's up to you. But where are you going? To the Demon City, to the Academy?"
"I'm going to Xiaoyao Yufeng Gate!" Feng Zuojun said loudly.
Mount Qingcheng.
Xie Yuling sat on the top of the mountain, closing his eyes to cultivate his mind. Within ten feet of where he was, all the grass and trees were dead, and within a hundred feet, no living creature dared to approach.
Daojun walked behind him and called out, "Yu Ling."
Xie Yuling opened his eyes: "Master. I still need to enter the Qingxu blessed land."
"You are wrong. You cannot suppress the murderous aura in your body. You think you can suppress it by practicing, but this is only a temporary solution at best." Daojun pointed forward and said, "You are not going to the Qingxu Blessed Land, nor to the quiet and deserted Qingcheng Mountain, but to your friends. Only when you are with them, the murderous aura in you will naturally dissipate."
"He did write a letter." Xie Yuling murmured.
Huanglong Mountain.
Xie Yuling looked at Feng Zuojun in front of him and said, "Is this the Xiaoyao Yufeng Sect you mentioned?"
Feng Zuojun looked up to the sky and said, "It will be there soon."
Xie Yuling clenched his fists, the wooden sword at his waist ready to move: "Master told me to stay with my friends so that I can restrain my killing intent, but I really want to kill someone now!"
"The world of martial arts is not about fighting and killing, it's about human relationships and worldly wisdom!" Feng Zuojun patted Xie Yuling on the shoulder, "Be a good supervisor!" After saying that, Feng Zuojun turned around and looked at the huge project in front of him.
He had spent a lot of money to buy Huanglong Mountain and hired 300 craftsmen to build what he called the Xiaoyao Yufeng Gate. However, due to time constraints, he had only built the gate at the entrance of the mountain. The plaque had the words "Xiaoyao Yufeng Gate" written on it. The handwriting was illegible and it was obvious that it was written by Feng Zuojun himself. He wrote a letter to urge Xie Yuling to come so that he could supervise the construction with him.
Another year passed like this.
Feng Zuojun's swordsmanship has not improved at all.
Xie Yuling couldn't remember the last time he drew his sword.
Their accounting skills improved day by day, and they knew the prices of wood, bricks, tiles, sand and mud very well. They also learned how to compete with the craftsmen and foremen. Xie Yuling didn't even have the strength to speak, let alone murderous intent. After a year, he didn't even have the strength to speak.
However, Xiaoyao Yufeng Gate was really built in this way.
"It's finally over." Xie Yuling breathed a sigh of relief.
"No, it's not over yet!" Just as those craftsmen went up the mountain, Feng Zuojun brought a new group of people up the mountain. There were both men and women among these people, and it was unclear what they were here for.
Xie Yuling fell to the ground: "What are you going to do now?"
Feng Zuojun said loudly: "Come on. Decorate our Xiaoyao Yufeng Sect in red! Bright red! We want to welcome the Sect Master back and hold his wedding!"
Xie Yuling was stunned: "Senior Sister and Su Baiyi are coming back."
"The world is so big, you still need a home!" Feng Zuojun said loudly.
At the foot of the distant Yanlin Mountain, Su Baiyi looked at the letter in his hand, smiled with satisfaction, and whispered, "Senior Brother Feng, you are indeed a reliable person."
"What's wrong?" Nangong Xier walked down the mountain.
Su Baiyi quickly turned his back and swallowed the letter in his hand.
"What are you eating?" Nangong Xier asked in confusion, "I want to eat too!"
"Nothing, nothing." Su Baiyi turned around and smiled at Nangong Xier, "Senior Sister, let me take you to a place."