Liu Shiyi stopped, and in front of him was no longer the narrow and cramped mountain road, with rugged rocks and rain. He held the "swallows return to the nest", shaking, gradually standing still.

He let out a breath of turbid air and his eyes gradually became clear.

As I wished, I climbed to the top of Changling.

The rain is gradually getting smaller.

The boy in white is no longer a boy in white. Liu Shiyi's clothes and collars are stained with mud.

This is a good thing.

If he still remembers the slightest sword intent, sword moves, and the sword scriptures passed down from Jianhu Palace, then even if there is only a dead tree branch in his hand, the rain will not splash on his clothes.

These muddy contaminations not only did not make Liu Shiyi feel embarrassed, but after he stood still, he seemed even more upright. He pressed the hilt of the sword "Swallow Returns to the Nest" with both hands and stood still as if he was like a stone tablet.

He has seen his "Tao".

He has finished his "Tao".

Next, he has to wait for someone to go up the mountain.

Liu Shiyi quietly recited the person's name.

"Ning Yi."

Liu Shiyi knew where his way was. He wanted to pursue extreme simplicity, chose to forget all the sword moves and sword intent, and only followed his original heart. Now that he reached the top of Changling Mountain, the innocent sword heart had condensed a first embryo, swaying in the heart lake, slowly settled, and a complete sword heart would soon be born.

The sword path he has followed since was a sword path that belongs only to himself.

Ning Yi chose to read all the stone tablets in Changling. This is not just another kind of "sword art". For himself, there is no difference between high and low.

Liu Shiyi is waiting for Ning Yi to reach the top.

His heart lake seemed to be stable, but in fact it was still in chaos, boiling and turning into the sky, every water droplet inside was trembling, and the particles were clearly distinguished, and there was a tendency to soar into the sky. The sword techniques, sword moves and sword scriptures in Jianhu Palace were originally forgotten on Changling Mountain Road, but now I remembered them again.

Liu Shiyi let out a long breath to keep his spiritual thoughts clear.

Those past memories were thrown behind him, leaving only an extremely simple trajectory, which was a sword he swung out in Changling.

He held the hilt of the sword with one hand and held his wrist with the other hand.

You can pull out the sword inserted on the ground at any time.

Raindrops fall on the jade plate, and the mist on the top of Changling Mountain is shrouded in.

Liu Shiyi was waiting silently.

He hopes that Ning Yi can come.

He knew that Ning Yi could come.

Time passed slowly, and Liu Shiyi consolidated the sword he had realized, and a ripple suddenly appeared in the heart lake.

He didn't wait long.

Liu Shiyi drew his sword and slashed it with one sword.

With a roar, the fog dissipated. The other side of the top of Changling Mountain was cut open by this sword energy to reveal Qingming and Taiping, revealing its original true face. After experiencing vicissitudes, there was a blurry, equally muddy black robe figure slowly climbing the steps. He put away the oil paper umbrella and dragged the tip of the thin snow sword to slide on the ground. Ning Yi, who had been collide with the steps slightly, stood on the path opened by the fog.

“That road is hard to walk.”

Liu Shiyi said seriously: "I thought you couldn't get up."

"The process is very difficult." Ning Yi grinned, his expression a little tired, "If the guardian was not so kind, I might have fallen down at the stone tablet of the Nirvana realm."

Ning Yi is different from Liu Shiyi. His robe is not broken, and his body is not damaged by the slightest sword energy. However, his soul is extremely tired. The ancient road full of stone tablets stands on Changling, which stands the remains of too many big figures. The black robe of the guardian of the mountain floats behind Ning Yi, like a pair of broad shoulders, and more like a thick hill, resisting the wind and rain and divine thoughts.

It was just an ordinary cloak, the black robe swaying in the wind, making a slight and slow sound of hustling sound, and the surroundings continued to fog, making it more like the gathering of the souls of Youyou.

Liu Shiyi smiled and said, "The guardian is really greeting you."

"Maybe it's a person like me who ignores death and comprehends the stone tablet for a long time, but hasn't appeared." Ning Yi rubbed his cheeks and smiled: "The guardian hopes that I will share more of the bad luck of Changling? Those geniuses in the East Realm dare not eat these death energy. In addition, they are not as many as me."

Liu Shiyi's face gradually became solemn. He looked at Ning Yi carefully. The black robe on Ning Yi's body began to fog. A small dragon swayed and wrapped in the sleeves. It looked very majestic, but in fact, these were all condensation of dead energy. Neither of the two worlds could remove these dead energy.

Liu Shiyi said seriously: "Are you going to take the road that Xu Zang is going to?"

Xu Zang's way of life is toward death.

The broken star falls to the realm, and come to raise the sword energy.

Ning Yi shook his head and smiled and said, "Xu Zang's way is Xu Zang's way. I have only lived for more than ten years. I haven't lived enough yet. Who wants to leave his sword path that is determined to die?"

Liu Shiyi fell silent.

He said seriously: "After eating so much death, you will encounter great trouble in the future."

Ning Yi said calmly without commenting, "If you don't eat, there will be more."

The tip of the oil-paper umbrella was no longer dragged on the ground, and Ning Yi also climbed to the top of Changling. His black robe and white robe stood on the top of Changling. The mist dissipated and the breeze blew.

"I never thought of such a picture before."

Ning Yi sighed softly: "Liu Shiyi, I grew up in Xiling before. I had no relatives in the Bodhisattva Temple for no reason. I knew that the world was very big. I didn't know that the world was so big, there were four realms, there were a Tiandu Imperial City, and two worlds. Cultivators can fly with swords, break mountains with their fingers, and a sword energy can cut off the rivers."

Liu Shiyi listened silently.

Liu Shiyi was born and grew up in Jianhu Palace. The only difference between him and Ning Yi was that he inherited the Taoist tradition of Jianhu Palace and met many great practitioners in the Sui Dynasty.

He wanted to hear what Ning Yi wanted to say.

"There are rough-textured albums, different accents and books circulating in Xiling, which depict the world. Only then did I realize that the world was so big and so wonderful."

"But I never thought that one day I would stand here, with many practitioners in the sky under my feet." Ning Yi smiled. Although his expression was tired, his eyes slowly lit up. "We are on the mountain, and they are on the mountain. I thought of an ancient book I had read for a long time ago, which had a scene in it, very similar."

Ning Yi said word by word: "The decisive battle at the top of Changling."
Chapter completed!