There are bandits in Zhongshan

The snow falls and stops, stops and falls, never ending.

Zhong Mingzhu stayed for three days before leaving again, and handed over the task of interrogating the monk to Fenghai Tower.

And Liu Hanyan was still sitting in the snow like a stone sculpture. After that little storm, she ushered in another period of tranquility with no end in sight.

Gazing at the vast snowfield, she often feels like she is still in Shuoyuan. The cold coming from all directions exudes a desolate and lonely atmosphere, and there is nothing but wind and snow.

But hundreds of years ago, this place was still a treasure land with beautiful mountains and rivers. She still remembered that when she first entered the Tianyi School, the seven peaks were scattered, majestic and solemn, as if this was a fairyland deep in the clouds. , the situation at that time was more like a mirror image - just like her obsession.

After leaving the sword furnace, the last ray of Chongxiao's remnant soul attached to her body also dissipated, and she still doesn't know why Chongxiao's remnant soul drove her to destroy Feixiantai.

Maybe after spending a long time under the sword furnace, the anger and resentment that caused the destruction have all been smoothed away. Now, she can only guess like this. Similarly, she has no way of discerning the way she was looking for at the beginning. Part of it is out of the heart.She had fallen into desperation several times, and she never looked back, but now she was sitting in this empty place, and she felt somewhat emotional for no reason.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of feet stepping on the snow.

The only people who have been here are Zhong Mingzhu and Feng Hailou. They have always been silent, and the monks are light, even if they have not yet established the foundation, they will never make such clumsy footsteps.

In an instant, the sword was already in her hand, and the sword energy was about to explode, but soon, the sword was inserted back into its original place by her, and she had identified the identity of the person in the blink of an eye.After all, with her cultivation, the aura of ordinary people can't hide it from her at all, let alone the other party has no intention of hiding it.

"It's me." Chang Li walked towards her. She was wearing a thick cloak, and most of her face was buried behind the collar. thicker.

This was the first time she had appeared here in several years. Although she was dressed very warmly, she still underestimated the severe cold transformed by the aura, and she was shocked by the cold wind just after stepping out of the ice wall.

Liu Hanyan waved his sleeves to block the wind from the rocks, and his eyes swept across Chang Li's body, not as surprised as she could not help being startled.She had never seen Changli since the farewell at Zhuoguang Mountain, she only knew that she was seriously injured, but she didn't know that she was so weak.

This is not only a serious injury, but barely alive.

The unstoppable white-clothed swordsman at the beginning couldn't even find his shadow. Liu Hanyan couldn't help but tremble slightly in her heart. She didn't know whether it was loss or regret. In the end, she looked away and calmly said: "This is not suitable for you."

"I'll go back right away." Chang Li knelt down beside her, took out a box from under the cloak and placed it in front of her.

The box was still warm, and the layer of snow on the ground melted quickly.

"What is this?" Liu Hanyan asked, her understanding of Changli was limited to the sword, and she was a little curious about what was inside the steaming box.

"Ah Zhu taught me how to make dim sum when I was here. I tried it today, but I made too much." Changli opened the lid, and handed the pair of bowls and chopsticks inside to Liu Hanyan, "Just bring Give it a try, thank you for guarding the mountain road for so many years."

Liu Hanyan frowned. She thought it might be some magical weapon, or something related to the cultivator a few days ago, but she never expected it to be a food box. That scar, the words of refusal were finally replaced by silence, and after a little hesitation, she still took the pair of bowls and chopsticks.

The square cakes were neatly stacked in the steamer, without any tricks. Liu Hanyan tasted it, but she couldn't say how it tasted, she had already forgotten the feeling of eating.

Seeing that she didn't say anything after swallowing it, Chang Li looked relieved, looked at the dim sum basket, smiled and said, "A Zhu taught me to have beautiful patterns, but I can't do it no matter what." Her voice gradually lowered, feeling a little sentimental, as if she was recalling the past, "She used to do this a lot, I didn't know it was so difficult."

"The first time, it was already very good." Liu Hanyan said, before, she would never have believed that she and Changli would talk calmly and calmly in such an occasion, let alone that she would speak comforting words.

"That's right." Chang Li smiled, and stood up slowly, but such a simple action seemed to consume a lot of her strength, she stood for a while before continuing, "I'll go back first, I'll come over next time for the food box Take it." After saying that, she turned and walked back.

When he was about to step into the ice wall, Liu Hanyan's voice suddenly sounded hesitant: "Your body won't last long, do you know?"

"I know." Changli's tone was calm, as if it was just something irrelevant.

"Why didn't you ask her to stay with you?"

When a person is about to die, the company during the last period is very precious. This is a truth that even the monks have tacitly understood. Changli is no different from ordinary people after losing his cultivation base. The few years are so long for her, not to mention that her body has been destroyed. The Heavenly Dao Sword Qi is damaged, and there is no medicine to heal it. Now it can only rely on medicine to support it, and it will collapse completely at any time, maybe next month, maybe tomorrow, maybe the next moment.Liu Hanyan didn't understand why Zhong Mingzhu would still leave again and again, looking for the life-saving method that might not exist at all.

"No one can stop what she wants to do, even me, and—" Chang Li looked at the new footprints on the snow and smiled, "I also want to live. "

Once, everything she saw, heard, and felt was nothingness, life or death was just a word, and it was nothing to her.

She is just a sword, she will not die, nor will she come back to life.

Now she is dragging her broken body, but she wants to live, more than ever.

Maybe the time is approaching, she thinks more and more about the past, and she finally understands where the voices and pictures in the dream come from. It is not her memory, but Zhuoguang's memory, and the flames of war on the sword. Remnants left behind.

Zhuoguang sacrificed his life to forge the Emperor Sword, his spirit did not disappear completely, but merged into that sword, the sword spirit would not have been born in the Emperor Sword forged by Tianhuo, but Zhuoguang's soul had broken the way of heaven, even Tianhuo could not To destroy it is to leave a trace of human soul. After tens of thousands of years of nourishment in the mausoleum of the Heavenly Emperor, the sword spirit was finally born.

The sword spirit inherited Zhuoguang's appearance. When he was born, his mind was not yet fully enlightened, and he was still controlled by the instinct of being a sword. The only thing he could feel was the yearning for the lower world.

After the turmoil was quelled, Haotian sat in the sword room for a long time, facing the sword named Zhuoguang, and told countless lovesickness. Scattered into the world, only left his nostalgia for the world in the sword room, and that love, after tens of thousands of years, turned into the obsession of the sword spirit, so the sword spirit was broken when it was born into chaos. Boundary down.

The moment the Zhuoguang sword body was connected to the upper and lower realms, it was annihilated in an unprecedentedly powerful force, while the sword spirit went to the River of Forgetfulness and entered reincarnation under the guidance of that ray of human soul.

However, because the sword spirit is too sharp, it is difficult for the soul to condense, so it can only rest in the mirror of three lives for more than a thousand years, until the sword energy is refined into a soul, and then it can be reborn.

700 years ago, in the most prosperous city at the foot of Jiuyi Mountain, a family experienced dystocia and gave birth to a baby girl. This was Jian Ling's first life as a human being.

Then, there was a torrential flood, which destroyed the city overnight and left no survivors.

Zhong Mingzhu went to the ruins that were buried underwater, trying to find some clues related to Changli's identity, but so many years have passed, and after years of erosion by the river, even the city walls have become riddled with holes. There are traces to be found.Only the bones under the aquatic plants silently tell about the tragedy of the year.

As soon as she was born, she was completely cut off from her roots.

Fenghailou asked Changli: "Little uncle, don't you hate Tianyizong?" When he asked this sentence, there was anxiety, self-blame, and deep sadness on his face.

The ambition of those who knew, and the indifference of those who did not, finally caused this tragedy and ruined Changli's life.

Tian Yizong's end today is just what he deserved.Just like Zhong Mingzhu questioned in Shuoyuan back then, who in this sect really cares about Changli's emotions, they don't even know that Changli has emotions like ordinary people.

Chang Li didn't hesitate, and said: "I hated it." His tone was flat.

When she thought Zhong Mingzhu was dead, when Wu Huidao revealed her plan, and when she endured the blood curse at Feixiantai, she never felt hatred in her heart.

I can't wait to turn into a sword that destroys the world, and pull the world to sink together.

But so what?Even if those who hurt her are killed, even if the world is destroyed, she still cannot stay with her lover and wait for the peach blossoms to bloom on the bank of the clear water.

——What's more, she doesn't have the extra strength to hate now.

Chang Li held on to the doorpost with her eyes darkened, covered her mouth and coughed, and when she removed the handkerchief, she saw some dark red dots on it, she couldn't help but closed her eyes with a wry smile, and murmured: "Already... even coughing up blood I can’t go out, Ah Zhu, maybe you can only go to see the peach blossoms for me.”

Taoyuan, Zhong Mingzhu stood in front of the jade wall, carefully examining the smooth mirror-like section in front of her. Suddenly, as if she felt something, a trace of panic flashed inexplicably in her heart. , went straight back to Yunfu Mountain, but after walking a few steps, she gritted her teeth and stopped.

She hasn't found the clue of the five-color stone yet, so she can't go back.

She passed by here several times over the years, but never stayed, just because she didn't want to be hurt by the scene.But she still came today, not because of the memory of the past, but because this place is related to Haotian.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the ancestors of the Huanglian Sword Sect saw the shadow of dancing swords on the jade wall, and obtained the sword manual of the Great Wilderness here. Haotian and Zhuoguang must have lived here.

Although the five-color stone does not exist in Changli's memory of being an emperor sword, Zhong Mingzhu feels that if anyone ever knew the whereabouts of the five-color stone, it could only be Haotian.As the Emperor of Heaven, he holds the Eight Desolation Mirror and has insight into the world and the eight desolations. If the five-color stone really exists, he must know its location.

Kunlun Terrace, Hexu Mountain, and Heart-Rending Sword Furnace have been searched by her. She also went to the East China Sea with Lu Lin to ask the oldest merman there, but found nothing. Right now, she can think that there may be clues Yes, there is only this piece of Taoyuan left, and I can only try my luck here.

This place is different from the other places, the traces of the past have long since disappeared. If there were no records handed down by the Huanglian Sword Sect, Zhong Mingzhu would never believe that there were ancient gods staying here.

She inspected every tree, every stone, and every stone wall around the lake very carefully. Not to mention the relics of Haotian, she couldn't even find a trace of the aura of a cultivator. No matter where it was, it looked They are all just untouched scenic spots in the world.

Could it be that this trip was a waste of time again?

After turning over the bottom of the water, she suppressed her reluctance and planned to search again from the beginning. When she landed in front of the thatched cottage, she looked back at the water bank, and her breathing became heavy.

At that time, Changli realized the existence of all things, he was full of curiosity about everything, he would ask all kinds of questions, and he would never get bored. When the little white flower appeared, her expression softened for a moment——she was really happy.

They looked at the morning glow all over the lake, thinking that they also ushered in the rising sun, how could they know that the happiness at that time was just a flash in the pan.

Right now it is mid-winter, and there are only bare trunks left on the peach trees on the island in the middle of the lake. When he walked under a tree, Zhong Mingzhu suddenly felt lucky. If the peach blossoms were in bloom, how could she bear to enjoy the beautiful scenery to herself? , but at the same time, she was also a little disappointed. If the flowers bloomed, she could also pick a few peach blossoms and take them back to relieve her regret.

"It's better to move a plant back from here, although I don't know if it can be kept alive..." She thought, but before she could think about it, she was interrupted by the fire rising from a distance.

The flames were accompanied by surging spiritual power, and it was the monks who were fighting.

"What's going on here..." She frowned, hesitated a little, and flew there.

There are no treasures of heaven and earth hidden here, and it is not a treasure of geomantic omen. It is also very close to the cities of the mortal world. It is not suitable for monks to practice martial arts or fight. No other monks have come here for hundreds of years. Suddenly, a monk came There is probably something strange about this big fight.

She hid her breath and took a closer look, and found that more than 30 monks blocked seven sword holders and a boy in front of the jade wall, and they were asking something. There were two corpses lying on the ground, half of their bodies were burnt black. Killed in the fight just now.

Among the seven sword-wielding men, only three had Nascent Soul cultivation, the remaining four and the two who died were only Golden Core stage monks, the boy was only over ten years old, and had not yet established a foundation, and had passed out at this moment. Being carried on the back of a Golden Core cultivator.But half of the thirty or so monks surrounding them were Nascent Soul monks.

Seeing the disparity between the strengths and weaknesses of the two sides at a glance, Zhong Mingzhu thought: It looks like seeking revenge, but it is strange to find it here.

She is not a decent person, and when encountering such disputes, she often ignores them. Only occasionally when she is in a good mood, will she be excited to do something good. Now she has not found any clues, so she is not nosy Interest, and it is not that simple to deal with more than 30 monks alone. She saw at a glance that there was no one worth caring about in the group, so she planned to leave.

It's good to go to Yanyue City to meet Longtian Li again at this time, she thought so, her eyes fell on the peach branches that did not show any signs of sprouting, and she suddenly said in her heart: If Li'er, she would probably help her.

She thought of Changli's anger when the woman she met by chance died, and the fawn that she exhausted to protect.Then, she remembered the saying that good and evil are rewarded in the world.

It's unbelievable that I would believe this now, she said with a self-deprecating heart, and then she flashed into the encirclement, flicked her finger lightly, and shattered the magic weapons of the three monks. I don’t want to see someone lose their life again, no matter who you are, get out of here.”

Seeing that she appeared without anyone noticing, the besieging monks couldn't help being stunned when she destroyed the three magical artifacts. Then, the person who was the first to react shouted: "We are here to understand the grievances of our ancestors! Outsiders don't want too much!" Mind your own business!"

When the besieged monks saw an expert appearing, they quickly bowed down and said: "Senior, please save us, we are disciples of the Huanglian Sword Sect, we have not entered the world for a long time, and we have no grievances or enmities with them. To seek the treasures of this sect."

Hearing the words "Huanglian Sword Sect", Zhong Mingzhu's eyes dimmed, and he immediately guessed the intentions of the group of monks, his voice became more and more cold: "I don't like to say anything a second time." She suddenly appeared at the end of the crowd, only to hear a click, and the head of the monk in front of her was separated instantly, and even the Nascent Soul was pulled out from her body, and then she returned to the original place, still connected for a while Throwing the spine's head into the crowd, while watching the deepening fear on the faces of the crowd, she summoned a ball of fire, and slowly burned the Nascent Soul that belonged to the monk in her hand. After the screams stopped, she said slowly: : "I forgot to say, I don't like people sneaking up on me when I'm speaking, if you want to keep him company, just stay."

Those monks exchanged glances with each other, and immediately fled away, not even daring to say a word.After confirming that they had indeed left, Zhong Mingzhu turned around and said to those disciples of the Huanglian Sword Sect who were also frightened into a cold sweat: "People from the Huanglian Sword Sect, what are you doing here?" The person knelt on the ground and couldn't help trembling, she said again: "Get up, I'm not interested in your life for the time being."

As soon as she opened her mouth, those people stood up immediately, but they still remained silent. After a while, the monk in the head stammered: "We have nowhere to go, so we came to the place where our ancestors cultivated for a chance. .”

It turned out that when Ji Qianyi died, the Dahuang Sword Manual disappeared, and the Huanglian Sword Sect fell very quickly. It was only thanks to the hard work of several elders that they did not fall to the extermination sect. Knowing that the news of the Sword of Heaven spread a few years ago, everyone wanted to get a glimpse of its secrets. The Huanglian Sword Sect, who had glimpsed the power of the Sword of Heaven, suddenly became the target of public criticism. Where is the Great Wilderness Sword Manual.

The disciples of the Huanglian Sword Sect repeatedly claimed that the sword manual had been lost, but no one believed it. A few months ago, the elders of the sect were besieged and killed, and the surviving disciples fled in several ways. Now they are the only ones left in their group.

Ji Qiancheng has repeatedly been unfavorable to Changli, and Zhong Mingzhu can't feel compassion for his disciples and grandchildren. Seeing them in such a state of desperation, he also knows that the Dahuang Sword Manual is indeed not in their hands, and he doesn't want to waste any more time. Send them away: "That guy Ji Qiancheng has a grudge against me, you are lucky today, go away, the next time you appear in front of me, I will personally send you to hell."

When those people heard that she had enmity with the previous suzerain, their faces turned pale with fright, and they almost knelt down again to make amends.

At this time, an ethereal and elegant voice suddenly came from a distance:

"Zhong Mingzhu, I haven't seen you for a few years, why are you still so vicious?"