On the nameless mountain, a woman in red sat on a tall pine tree, looking at the full moon in the sky, and said slowly: "What a night it is to meet this good man."
"Lord of Jimo City, what poem are you reciting?" A man leaned against a tree holding a golden sword and asked with a smile.
"It's a poem I heard a long time ago." Jimo Huaxue came back to her senses, lowered her head and smiled, "I suddenly thought of it when I was looking at the moon."
"I rarely see you smile. Just like I rarely see you draw your sword. But both your smile and your sword are beautiful." The swordsman said in a gentle tone.
"City Lord Xu, I'm already married." Jimo Huaxue said lightly.
The swordsman reached out and touched the scar that ran through his entire face, and smiled, "I know. But once you're married, you can't remarry. Your husband is gone. Before he died, he told you to find someone better to marry."
"I won't, because there is no one better than him in the world." Jimo Huaxue continued to look up at the full moon, "City Lord Xu, you really don't have to wait for me anymore."
The swordsman shrugged: "That's my business."
Jimo Huaxue was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "I should go now."
"Are we going back to Jimo City? Or are we going to look for those children from the academy?" asked the swordsman.
"You specially asked me to come to Daze Mansion. Could it be related to what happened here recently?" Jimo Huaxue asked in confusion.
"I have received a lot of letters recently. You know, those who are willing to write to our Demon City are all evil people, and few famous and upright people will write to us. But the letters I have received recently include those from the four major families in Jiangnan, the three major sects in Daze Prefecture, and even from Shanglin Heavenly Palace." The swordsman laughed, "The era of extreme evil in this martial arts world is about to come."
"The most evil times in the martial arts world?" Jimo Huaxue frowned.
"Shanglin Palace no longer has the ability to control the martial arts world. Ning Qingcheng has been seriously injured and secluded for so many years that he can no longer even control Shanglin Palace. Those hidden swords will be drawn out one by one and pointed at their enemies or former allies. Su Han's dream of a family in the martial arts world is just a beautiful dream." The swordsman raised the golden sword in his hand, and the golden sword flashed a cold light in the moonlight. "This dream should have ended long ago, on the day Su Han died."
"Do you hope that this so-called evil era will come?" Jimo Huaxue asked.
"I am the lord of Demon Castle, so I naturally like evil. But I don't like the evil of these famous sects. They are not pure enough and are full of disgusting desires. But one day, they will regret it." The swordsman put away his sword and patted the dust off his body. "Compared with the battle back then, these fights are really ridiculous."
"I never experienced that battle, I only heard my father mention it occasionally." Jimo Huaxue remembered the secretive look on her father's face every time, and paused before continuing, "It is said that those who returned have reached a certain agreement that the specific events of that year cannot be narrated to others, even to the closest people."
"I've been there. I wasn't the Lord of Demon City back then. I just joined because I admired Su Han." The swordsman grinned. "Before we left, there were nearly a thousand people in the Haohao ****, all of them were the best in the martial arts world, but only a few dozen came back. If it weren't for the rare masters like the Confucian Sage and the Taoist Master who came, we, the last few dozen people, might not have been able to come back."
"If you have made a vow, then I will not ask you any more questions. I am only asking on behalf of Yulou's junior sister, was the battle back then really to attack the Tianmen Holy Sect? If it is convenient, please let City Lord Xu know." Jimo Huaxue asked.
"We did make a vow not to tell anyone about what happened back then. But I can tell you one thing. Nangong Yunhuo is a hero in my heart." The swordsman gave a thumbs up, "Even compared to Su Han, he is not inferior!"
Jimo Huaxue nodded: "I understand." She turned her head and looked in the direction of Tianxiao Cloud Realm, hesitating whether she should go to look for these disciples of the academy. According to her personality, she was unwilling to take a step forward even from Jimo Sword City, and she did not want to get involved in these disputes. But after listening to the words of the Demon City Lord, she was indeed a little worried. She was naturally not afraid of anyone in Daze Mansion, but behind her, there was a Sword City, and there were thousands of her people in the Sword City.
"You are very strong, the strongest swordsman among all the Jimo City Lords. But the current Jimo City is very weak, at least the weakest in three generations. If you go, Jimo City will be dragged into this chaos, at least it is definitely not the best strategy now." The swordsman stood up and walked down the mountain. "Don't worry, I have met the child surnamed Su once, I think he will be fine, he will lead those children to find a way out. My face reading skills are very accurate."
Jimo Huaxue shook her head and smiled without saying anything.
"Oh, I failed once." The swordsman continued to walk forward, his voice getting lower and lower, "When I first met you, I said you would like me. I was wrong that time."
Jimo Huaxue still didn't say anything. After taking a final look in the direction of Tianxiao Yunjing, she stepped on the swordsman's feet and leaped over him, heading down the mountain.
"I have a feeling that I will meet those kids soon." The swordsman quickened his pace, "and we will fall in love with each other one day."
On the clear water lake.
A young man walked on the lake as if it were flat ground, bathing in the moonlight and leaving step by step, just as he came, but with each step, his body became smaller and his face became younger. When he walked across the clear water of the lake and stepped onto the shore again, his white robe had already loosened and dragged on the ground. A young boy who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old turned around, looked at his reflection in the lake, and smiled bitterly: "Fighting for three days means you are three years younger?"
On the other side of the Bishui Lake, a thin man picked up the bamboo hat on the ground and put it on his head. He looked at the figure opposite him who had suddenly become much shorter and coughed heavily: "Mr. Rusheng, your reputation is indeed well-deserved."
The young boy raised his head and looked at the man in the bamboo hat on the other side, frowning slightly: "The Hand of Heaven, Bai Jile, is as powerful as Ning Qingcheng back then."
"Mr. Confucian Saint, nice to meet you." Bai Jile bowed slightly and saluted deeply towards the other side.
The young boy turned around and quickened his pace: "Disciples, this is all I can do for you, even though I am dying."