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"Then what are we going to do now?" Shen Qingzhu asked, "The 'circle of people' has been destroyed, can we go back to Daxia directly?"

Lin Qiye was silent for a moment, looked down at the futon in his hand, and shook his head

"There is one last thing..."

"Huh? Why is there someone down there?"

Baili Pangpang's eyes fell under the clouds, and he saw a figure hugging a white-haired boy among the wreckage of the city, surrounded by a pale golden halo, and hurried towards where they were.

Lin Qiye looked down at the figure, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Yoshiki Furuhara?"

Without hesitation, he manipulated the somersault cloud to descend, and flew in front of Yoshiki Furuhara.

"It's you?"

When Gu Yuanliang saw Lin Qiye, he was taken aback for a moment, and then his expression was a little strange.

He still clearly remembered that after Lin Qiye took away [Zhanbai] from him before, he also snatched his [Shen Yin], although he asked Yugong Haruki to return it, but the beating was still the same. We are hard-pressed.

Lin Qiye smiled apologetically, his eyes fell on the pale Yuli Takibai in his arms, and his brows frowned.

"What's up with him?"

"He killed the god of corpses with the Futsu sword, and his physical condition seems to be not very good." Furuhara Yoshiki temporarily put his personal grievances behind him, and replied seriously, "Yuurina, please let me take him to find a man named An Qingyu. people."

Lin Qiye turned his head to look at An Qingyu, who pushed his glasses, with a gray look in his eyes, and nodded slightly after analyzing Yuli Takibai's physical condition.

"The situation has worsened. Although it is not serious, we still need to treat it as soon as possible, and we can't delay it any longer."

An Qingyu looked around, pointed to a vacant house across the road that had been abandoned for more than a hundred years, and said, "Carry him in, I'm going to start the...well, the operation is starting."

Everyone carried Yuli Takibai into the house, started to clear the table for An Qingyu, and soon vacated a space.

"Brother Qiye..." Yuli Takibai lay on the table, reached out and grabbed Lin Qiye's hand, and spoke weakly.

"what happened?"

"You go to my sister...she is still waiting for you."

"Yourina?" Lin Qiye was startled, "Where is she?"

"She turned into Futsu Tou Soul, over there." Yuuri Takishiro pointed in the direction he came from.

Fujin Sword Soul?

Hearing this word, Lin Qiye froze in place, "How did she become the soul of the sword? What happened?"

Yuli Takibai told what happened, and Lin Qiye fell silent.

"……I see."

Lin Qiye glanced at An Qingyu who was walking towards him in a white coat, took a deep breath, and gently patted his head, "Don't worry, Brother Qingyu will cure you... I'll go Find your sister."

"Ah."

When Lin Qiye walked to the door, Baili Pangpang came up to him.

"Qiye, where are you going?"

"Do one last thing." Lin Qiye looked at the misty sky and said, "The 'circle of people' is destroyed, but Gao Tianyuan is still hidden from the world, and the chess game laid by the old king is still short of the last move...

Only I can take this step. "

Baili Pangpang scratched his head, he didn't seem to understand, but he still said, "We'll go with you."

"No need, you are here to accompany Qingyu." Lin Qiye shook his head, "This matter is very dangerous, I have a futon to protect myself, and if I encounter trouble, I can increase the strength of somersaulting and come back."

"……All right."

Baili Pangpang hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Lin Qiye looked back at Yuli Takibai on the table, turned and walked out the door, the crimson cloak gradually disappeared in the mist.

……

Misty Japan.

A black-golden long knife was quietly inserted on the broken mountain, and a pale golden halo emanated from the blade, covering hundreds of meters around it.

The mist rolled outside the halo, and it was impossible to enter it. Inside the halo, Haruki Amamiya, wearing a black kimono, was sitting quietly beside the long sword.

Yurina was floating in the air, looking at the direction where Yurina Takishiro left, her eyes were full of worry.

"Tell me, did Longbai find brother Qingyu?"

"I'll definitely find it." Amamiya Haruki said confidently, "He can see a small map of this area, so it's not difficult for him to find someone."

Yurina's expression relaxed a little, and she turned to look at Amemiya Haruki, his temples were already gray, and he looked very tired.

"Brother Yugong, the 'circle of people' has been destroyed, what are your plans next?" She asked softly.

Amamiya Haruki sat by the side of the mountain, silent for a moment,

"Although the 'circle of people' has ceased to exist, the thoughts of those people have not completely changed with the demise of the old order. A new world has been created, but how to lead their thoughts to the right path, what to create The new order is still a problem..."

Yurina thought about it carefully, "But, Brother Amamiya, I feel that your thinking is already perfect, wouldn't it be good for you to guide them?"

"I'm just an ordinary person who grew up in the 'circle of people'. Although my thinking is a little ahead, I still can't escape the shackles." Haruki Amamiya paused and continued,

"I want to see the outside world with my own eyes, and see what their thought world is like... Perhaps, I can find an answer suitable for us."

"You want to go to Daxia?"

"Big Xia, I must go. If there is a chance, I would like to go to another 'circle of people' with Shangxiehui to have a look."

"But you are no longer the master of Fujin Swordsman? It's too dangerous to walk outside alone."

Haruki Amamiya smiled, and turned to look at a puddle beside him. The pattering rain fell on the surface of the water, causing ripples. In the reflection, a figure in white clothes and white hair was holding an umbrella, and The figures of Amamiya Haruki overlapped.

"Just in time, my old friend has nowhere to go, and he will accompany me."

Yurina blinked and was about to say something when suddenly her eyes froze and she turned her head to look in a certain direction.

The mist that rolled outside the halo suddenly stagnated. At the same time, the scattered raindrops in the sky seemed to be frozen, quietly suspended in mid-air, and the flow of time around them became extremely slow at this moment.

At the end of the hazy fog, two figures walked from the broken city wreckage.

One was wearing a dark gray cloak, with gray hair, a long knife hanging from his waist, and extremely deep eyes;

One was wearing a light blue cloak, with a sword bag on his back, exuding a faint majesty of the king, and his eyes were sharp and resolute.

They passed through the slow time, stepped on the broken mountain, and slowly approached the black-gold blade on the mountain.

"It's them?" Seeing these two people, Haruki Amamiya was slightly taken aback.

Wu Xiangnan passed through the pale golden halo on the edge of the blade, clasped his fists on his chest, and said politely to the two in front of him:

"Big Xia [Blue Rain] team, Wu Xiangnan, borrowed a sword from the two of you."