What have you been doing all these years?This question is easy to answer.
But Wei Jingfeng thought more than a hundred years.He remembered the big locust tree by the side of Xihe Village, the floating joy of Chunxiulou, the overnight snow in Yunyang City, and the clouds and wind on Cangya Mountain.
Enemies killed under the sword, apprentices collected under the door.
Finally, he replied, "One hundred years ago, Li Tugen calculated that Meteor Abyss began to expand rapidly, so I went down to see it."
"There... what?"
Yin Biyue still remembers that at Xingshan Temple, he and Brother Luo broke into the trapped Buddhist temple. Brother’s illusion, there was a meteorite.
The sword saint said lightly, "It's a monster. The endless monster."
"Is there a way to get rid of them?"
Yin Biyue's heart sank.He has only seen monsters in the classics.Unlike the human mind of Moxiu, the low-level monster only knows to devour the flesh and blood of living creatures, and is painless and unconscious.
"No. After the Dao Demon War, too many people died, and the balance between life and death was broken, and the sky was robbed. The heavens flowed fire, the earth splits the abyss, and the qi accumulates under the abyss. Sword, "One million years have passed, and it has become a climate. The monsters will come out to forage when they are hungry to a certain degree. Even if Mo Changyuan is not reincarnated, they should come out soon."
"So %e, those things can be killed for a long time, and the symptoms can't be cured."
Master really is doing a big thing.No one knows even if he does it.
If there were no sword sages going into the abyss five times in this century, I was afraid that the world would have been messed up for a long time.
Wei Jingfeng seemed to guess what his apprentice was thinking, and got up and walked out of the cabin. "It's said that the sky is falling and there are tall people standing on it."
He stood on the bow of the boat, the rain was pouring down the river, and the storm was rage, "But who is taller than the old man in the world?"
Wei Jingfeng never felt that he was a good person. There were countless dead souls under his sword, and it was recognized as unreasonable.He also believes that there is no consciousness of'Gooli's life and death'. If he can, he prefers to sleep and drink every day, watching Jun Yu practice sword.
But when things came, they were in front of him, and others could not do it, so he would do it as he should.
"Li Tugen has calculated the direction of the sword mound left by the Dao Demon Battle. The earth veins are in line with the meteorite abyss. The old man goes down and draws the sword gas inside, which can seal half of the abyss."
"Really there are sword mounds?"
Yin Biyue always thought that Jianzuo only existed in legend.Thousands of righteous path monks died in battle. The bones were corroded by the magic breath, only the sword remained.Nowhere to bury bones, but swords.Later, it was not that no one wanted to try his luck to find a magic soldier, but no one had ever found it over a million years.
"Yes, it's just that there is a formation on it, which is left in the time of the All Saints, and now it has 70% of its power. The average person goes past, not to mention breaking the formation, even the direction can't be seen."
"How long will Master go?"
"It's hard to say, come back after finishing things."
Yin Biyue felt that she was too good.
When I heard this sentence, my eyes were sore.It can make Juggernaut speak such words that he does not know when to come back.
The sword saint scolded, "Everyone is crying and crying, like what they are, to learn from your master! The old man is going to do things, but not to die! The third son is not as good as you, and he said that he will go with the old man. What can you do? Add chaos to death?!"
Yin Bi took a deeper breath, "Master, we are waiting for you in Cangya."
Such a major event that determines the future direction of the world can only be undertaken by Juggernaut alone.Because he stood so high, he didn't even have someone who could match his shoulders.
It is too cruel and unfair.
But has this world ever been fair?
The invisible barrier suddenly disappeared, and the turbulent wind and rain knocked down, and the cold wind penetrated into the bone marrow.
Wei Jingfeng stood on the bow of the ship, standing alone, wide-sleeve floating in the river breeze, hunting and flying, and raised his hands with splendid pride,
"What kind of person is the old man! The old man's mind can hold the world!"
He lowered his head again, and his expression was a bit lonely. "The world can't accommodate me."
Juggernaut lived with enthusiasm for life, came to this world to start the prologue of the era of stars, and was vigorous.When you want to leave, you can't leave.
He destroyed Xingshan Temple's thousands of palace buildings, and went to hold Pu Zong seriously wounded Ya Shengyu.Two major events shocked the world.Qiu is clear, but the bondage is still there.
He picked up the sword in his hand and looked closely.
'Chunshanxiao' and'Qiufengli' have been a pair of swords since their creation.
But in the autumn wind, I can't help but gather.
Yin Biyue stood behind the master and heard the usual slightly sloppy voice rising and falling in the river breeze, "Fourth, I don't teach you much. This time, I'm afraid I won't be able to crown you."
The crowning ceremony of the practitioners is presided over by the elders of the division.It is the recognition of the grown-ups of the disciples and the wish for the future practice.
Juggernaut turned around and had an ebony crown in his hand. "Although you are not young, it's time to come."
When it was time to grow up, it was time to face the wind and rain.
Yin Bi got down on his knees, leaned over and knocked his head straight.Juggernaut gathered his white hair and put it in the crown, his movements were still awkward.
Yin Biyue supported the crown, stood up and practiced the discipleship, even if the ceremony was completed.
No congratulations, no applause, no visitors.Only the night rain lonely boat, the waves are floating.
Juggernaut looked at him and smiled, turning around with his sword.
Yin Biyue called out "Master".
The boat swayed suddenly, and Wei Jingfeng walked away from the river.
The river was rolling, shooting mountains and rocks, but he didn't dare to wet his clothes.
Jiang Feng sobbed as if to see him off.
Mo Daojiang head storm is evil, there is no way to travel.
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The dark clouds cover the moon in the city of Yunyang, and the autumn wind is unpleasant.
The courtyard was empty, and Mr. Zhang Yuan stood on the cornice of the bookstore, looking at the school that was as big as a city and the lights were on and off.
He seemed to understand why Wei Jingfeng likes to stand here, which is really beautiful.
But it's also very cold, because it's the world, so the heights are cold.
He said to Yin Biyue, "Maybe Wei Jingfeng is right. Then try it."
Try to fight with the sky, break the game and change your life.
But the trial also takes time.Yin Biyue needs time to grow.Even if he has grown up very fast, how can there be a younger Theravada realm for thousands of years?
But for today's world, it is still not fast enough.
So Wei Jingfeng went and changed his time.
This matter, Mr. Zhang Yuan has always disagreed.In other words, this is the real disagreement between him and Juggernaut.
But Wei Jingfeng would not change his mind. Instead of believing in Yin Biyue, it is better to say that he believed his own judgment and adhered to the principles in his heart.
"No one can decide the lives of others, neither heaven nor the saint."
He wanted to 3? Lan La trance school? Too small!?lt;br>When he wanted to kill Luo Mingchuan, Wei Jingfeng said.
Mr. Zhang Yuan looked up, he wanted to see the bright icy blue star.The eyes are spent, the sky in the field of vision is blurred.
He murmured, "It's really old..."
Jun Yu practised his sword at the edge of the cliff, but he still practiced Xiaozhongshan's sword tactics.Without the true element, his own sword light cut the night.
Sixty-three thousand swords were swiped daily, and this has been the case since the day of entry.Spring is like a smile in March, and autumn is like a animal husbandry in October.
Cold and hot springs and autumns, lonely frogs have long winds.A long time ago, it was not called Xi Huafeng, only him and Master.
He didn't communicate with people very much, and the Juggernaut didn't speak much at that time. The two could practice the sword for one day.
The sky is so thick, like the heavy snow that night in Yunyang City.He shrank at the corner of the street and was met by a young boy wearing a fox and fur, holding a sky umbrella, and he was called Jun Yu from then on.
It was a long time ago, and it seems to be still yesterday.
Yan Xing is still in the Chunxiulou, he lies on the table, the wine jar shattered.
Recently, the Half Moon Spring Sleeve House has not opened, and he is the only guest.
"Desolate Swords, Desperate Desire."
Yan Xing thought at that time, which rammed goods were so sour, and he did not run at this time, waiting to be beaten with him.
With his eyes full of blood, he saw the young boy sitting by the window."Yellow leaves are still windy and rainy, and the blue house is orchestral."
Juggernaut, of course, did not beat him, but also beat him away.
At that time, Reva was not a girl, but a little cardamom girl, hiding timidly behind the counter, watching them fight.
And now, there is a lot of wind and rain outside the window, and there is a light in the window.A dumb song rang, "The hero does not ask for his way back, he sends the wind and snow, he goes to the building with the sword, he persuades the king to drink wine, and frees him from worry."
There was no harmonious relationship between the celestial beings and the faint echo in the Chunxiulou.
Yanxing got up and pushed the door into the wind and rain.He drunk for half a month and finally woke up.Walking alone to Cangya Mountain.
Many people seemed to feel this night when the heaven and earth spirits of the East Land changed drastically.
The Buddhist scripture pavilion of Jiekong Temple closed his eyes and said "Amitabha."
In the bamboo building of Qinglu Mountain, Zhou Yuandao picked a lamp to watch the sword.
Duan Sheng'an's life is hesitant in the Huanghuang Hall of the North Palace. He looked at his son's words and said nothing, after all.
At the bottom of the cliff across the mountain, Yu Shi was covered in blood and looked at the sky to the east, laughing with a broken heart.
None of this has anything to do with Yin Biyue.
He sailed against the water, broke through the waves, and went ashore on the riverside.Go through the wilderness when you come, and go to the Cangya.
Donglu has always been not peaceful. He walks alone, and there are countless murderers and treasure hunters.
Whoever wants to kill him will kill him.Killed all the way from the wasteland, and even met the people of the twelfth house in a narrow way, and moved several times.Between life and death, there is often great insight.
Soon, no one didn't know the whole piece of Eastland. A young man with white hair and cold eyes came up from the wasteland, and he used the right way of swordsmanship.
Yin Bi was less concerned about the rumors that became more and more outrageous, he only knew that he was going back to Cangya.
He just wanted to go back to Cangya now.