Yingshui Town is surrounded by mountains and the scenery is pleasant.

The walled buildings are also made of bluestone, as if they are integrated with the entire mountain.

Several rivers are connected in the town and outside the town, which are the foundation of the survival of the people of Yingshui.

On a certain mountain, where you can overlook the entire Yingshui Town from a high altitude, an old man in green robe stood.

It is actually not very old to say that it is an old man. At least in the world of practitioners, only those who are over 70 years old can barely see their old age.

Although the old man in the green robe seemed a little deliberate, there were not many wrinkles on his face.

And he is no one else, he is the director of Ligong Sword Academy, a powerful person who has reached the fifth level of cultivation, Xue Wangyou.

"Have he been able to kill a Chengyi master who is close to the peak with his cultivation level at the lower level of Chengyi? "

A light sound did not appear very suddenly on this mountain.

At least for Xue Wangyou, it was not abrupt. He didn't even look back, but just said lightly: "Li Mengzhou and every disciple in the Sword Academy are different. There have been many people in the world who cannot see the sea of ​​qi, but only he has successfully entered the path of cultivation."

"His Qihai was banned by others, and it was not because he was not qualified to be invisible. There are many ways to break the ban, but the most suitable one for him is to face the desperate situation of death, so that he can break through the ban with endless potential."

The person who appeared beside Xue Wangyou was Jiang Tingyu.

He looked at the scene in Yingshui Town and whispered: "This is a very dangerous attempt. If you don't do it properly, he will die."

Xue Wangyou was silent for a moment and said, "You personally sent him to Ligong. I believe you know him better than me because you think he should learn swords, or he was only willing to learn swords, and my Ligong Sword Academy is the only place in Jiang Kingdom where he can teach him to learn swords."

"Since you are a sword cultivator, you cannot be afraid, and you cannot stop doing it just because you may die."

Jiang Tingyu said, "He is your disciple of Ligong. How to teach him is naturally your business, but you are not sure of it yourself, so this turned into a gamble. I sent him to Ligong because I hope you can teach him, not let him die."

Although these words were very plain, Xue Wangyou could hear them, and Jiang Tingyu was a little angry.

He thought for a while and said, "Li Mengzhou is very likely to be the seventh disciple of Bu Erdong. If you can't believe this, you won't care so much about him. I probably know some of the origins of your existence with Bu Erdong, especially the friendship that once fought side by side with that person."

"Maybe Li Mengzhou is the only witness of that person staying in the world. I understand that you want to protect the mood of this young man. Although this is a gamble, if you do nothing, the road to becoming stronger will be very difficult, and you may even stay in the realm of inheriting the art for your whole life."

"In this way, he will not be able to live in the capital. The difference is that he will die sooner or later. After all, you cannot protect him forever."

Jiang Tingyu remained silent.

Xue Wangyou sighed lightly and said, "I just hope I can win the bet. Li Mengzhou is not as fragile as you think. His will to become stronger is very firm and he will never be defeated so easily."

......

On a street in Yingshui Town, outside the gate of Pei’s mansion.

The stars are twinkling in the night sky and the bright moon is hanging high.

The boy shining on the torn robe and covered in blood.

His consciousness was groggy.

His right hand subconsciously held the hilt of the Zui Meng sword behind him.

The aura emitted from the sword made his almost numb body feel more warm.

This warmth made him temporarily forget the pain.

His mind seemed to have become blank.

The blood on his body no longer flows, or it is no longer so terrifying because his blood has flowed too much.

If it were an ordinary person, it would have been a corpse.

Consciousness travels through endless darkness.

It seems like a long time has passed.

It seems like I have fallen into some kind of memory in the process.

Some pictures that were deeply remembered for him highlighted the light in the darkness and flashed one by one.

It was a mountain gate.

The scenery on the mountain is beautiful, but people are rarely seen.

It was a cemetery.

Wander in the fear of loneliness until someone appears.

It was a battlefield.

Many teenagers and girls of the same age who cannot name are fighting each other and snatching each other's food.

It was a paradise.

Everyone had a happy smile on their faces, greeting each other about family matters.

That is darkness and light.

That was a young man holding a sword.

......

Li Mengzhou opened his eyes.

He saw his own aura.

The dead sea of ​​qi is like a desert.

And in the desert where sand was buried thousands of miles away, some changes suddenly appeared.

It was a touch of green.

It is an oasis gradually emerging.

It's a puddle.

As time passes, the water in the puddles accumulates more and more, and gradually becomes a small lake.

Li Mengzhou looked into the distance.

The lake is not what it is.

The water in the lake is tumbling, getting faster and faster, and then becomes a rushing river.

Rivers stretch out to cover the entire desert.

But Li Mengzhou felt that there seemed to be some problems.

This feeling is abrupt.

But looking at the changes in the sea of ​​qi, there is always an awkward feeling, as if something is missing.

Just as he was thinking so.

The rivers have changed again.

Countless rivers seem to flood this desert, and the tumbling water reaches the sky.

And the sky began to twist.

It's like water surging.

Then, it poured down.

The rivers in the sky cover every corner of the desert.

The blue sky is as if it is clear.

Li Mengzhou stood on the only shore where he could get off, looked left and right, and was surprised to see a sea.

The ocean is boundless.

It seems that the other side will never be found.

Li Mengzhou was like a small boat in the ocean, neglected insignificance.

He looked at the picture in front of him at a loss.

"I saw a sea?"

He suddenly felt a tingling pain in his head.

Then a book appeared in my mind.

That's not really a book.

It's a book he imagined.

It is the memory engraved in the depths of my mind.

The name of the book is - "Silkworm Destroy Scroll".

The originally vague handwriting in the slowly opened writing became extremely clear.

......

When the moon is dark and the wind is high.

Pei Ruyu held a blood-stained sword in his hand, with no expression on his face, and slowly stabbed straight out.

Seeing that this sword could end the young man's life.
To be continued...