Life passes by in a flash, but in a flash, it seems as far away as the sky is separated by a river.

As soon as the water fell into the water, Yu Zhi and Shi Sheng looked at each other, with affectionate and sad eyes, looking at a pair of guilty and regretful eyes, one glance at them for thousands of years.

She passed the elixir wrapped in sugar-coated her mouth into Shi Sheng's mouth.

By the bridge, the clouds were falling and looked sad.

He raised his head, looked past everyone, and looked into the distance.

Pei Zhen and others also looked back in confusion, and happened to see Lu Qi who had separated everyone and Huo Beizhen behind her.

Pei Zhen said in surprise: "Junior Sister Lu! Are you back?"

Lu Qi looked at Yun Luo and said hesitantly, "Are you okay?"

Yun Luo smiled slightly and was about to wave his hand when he suddenly felt weak and fell to the ground.

Pei Zhen was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and he held it in one hand.

On the other side, Qin Mingyue saw this scene and turned around and left, making a general judgment on Yun Luo's strength.

The idle people who watched the fun dispersed, muttering boringly, and there was almost no fancy and gorgeous true energy in the legend. The two of them were jumping there for a long time. It would be better to go and see the martial artists in the martial arts hall, at least they were still fist-fed.

As for those practitioners, most of them have not seen the way.

Only a few people can see the two of them’s sword skills.

Just like this, he sat back in the yard, Guan Yin, the old pavilion master, hunched over and sat back on the rattan chair, sighing: "One generation is stronger than the next. This kind of playing style has not been seen for some years, and two of them are suddenly released. Unfortunately, one less is missing in the blink of an eye."

The same is true for Huo Beizhen, Cao Yelai, and Uncle Li.

There are also those big men who quietly came to Baqiu City, after reading it quietly, and went back to write a series of information to pass it back to their own sects or family forces.

This battle is like a prelude to the storm of Yunmeng Daze.

Lively, nervous, sad, intense, dead.

Let every person in it be in control.

The Four Saints Nature cannot be indifferent to all this.

On the unknown river, the old fisherman sighed, walked back to the cabin, took off the hat above his head, leaned against one side, shook the straw coat on his body, and scattered water droplets scattered in the cabin, slowly immersed in the wood on the boat.

"I was careless, and I didn't expect this kid to be so decisive."

Near Tianjing City, on the wide and straight official road, a white-bearded storyteller sat and dozed off, and a thin horse under his crotch was as shaking as he did. It seemed that in the next moment, either the horse was overwhelmed or the old man fell from the saddle.

But if the passers-by were allowed to watch far away, these two pleasant things did not happen.

His voice rang in an unknown space, "He died alone, the key is not to ruin our big affairs. You are indeed careless."

In a certain book shop, a pen that was constantly writing stopped, and the hand holding the pen was long and clean.

"We all decided together, and the responsibility is not entirely on you."

The old fisherman sighed, "Thinking about it carefully actually doesn't have much impact, it's just a pity that this chess piece has been cultivated for so long."

The Storyteller smiled in his voice, "It's okay, isn't there another Yuan Wuji? What's wrong with that kid? His task is very important."

Speaking of Yuan Wuji, the old fisherman took off the wine gourd from his waist and took a sip. "It's a pity that the time is too short. Both martial arts and strategies are still insufficient, but this time should be enough."

The scribe who wrote the book continued to pick up his pen, "grasping the big and putting the small and trying to ensure big things."

The storyteller said, "Sword Saint, we talk so much, why don't you talk?"

The essayist who wrote the book said, "Is he not next to the magic circle?"

On the unknown island on the coast of the East China Sea, there was a man surrounded by sword energy.

"When I need to draw the sword, I will say it. If not, you will decide."

It turns out that I am not there, I just don’t want to say anything.

The old fisherman laughed and scolded: "How can you get the chance to draw the sword? There is no sufficient reason, do you dare to let you draw the sword?"

The scribe who wrote the book sighed: "It's soon, I'll try to let you draw your sword as soon as possible."

The storyteller also complained, "You guys, you know how to bully me and the old fisherman. I just came back from Changsheng City when I saw the sleeping tiger of Emperor Yuan, and I was going to Tianjing to play tricks on the two foxes. It's so hard for me."

No one responded, and the storyteller didn't care. He opened his eyes from the horse's back and hummed an unknown tune from his mouth.

There are still many things to be confirmed in Tianjing.

If you don't move, you will be thunderous.

As for whether Shi Sheng is dead or alive, they have no intention of paying attention to those trivial matters for the time being.

No one cares about a piece itself. What they care about is nothing more than the attachment and betrayal of the piece, which ultimately comes from their own interests and dignity.

Even if everyone else in the world doesn’t care, there are still people who care.

Yu Zhi walked out of the river with the gradually cold body.

The originally bright red color is soaked in water, making it look cold and cool.

The water droplets at the ends of the hair are trained into a string, like tears in the heart.

The dark clouds dispersed and the scorching sun was like fire, but Yu Zhi felt a little cold.

Yunluo had his friend, and when he went home, someone was taking care of him.

But I am the only one of you, but what makes me a little happy is that I am the only one of you.

But what about the future?

Yun Luo opened his eyes from the bed, and there were many people standing by the bed.

Of course, the white clothes were also there, and he was sitting by the bed, looking concerned.

Yun Luo first smiled at her, but the first sentence was about something else, "Is there any news about Yu Zhi and Shi Sheng?"

Cao Yelai stood at the farthest point, wrapped his hands in front of his chest, leaning against the door frame, and said, "Yu Zhi came out of the river and was walking out of the city with Shi Sheng's body."

Although I knew on the bridge that Saint would probably not be able to survive, I suddenly heard the news of his death and felt a little sadness still climbed up to my heart with difficulty.

He remembered Shi Sheng’s last words and looked at Cao Ye, “Brother Cao, can you trouble you?”

Cao Yelai glanced at him with a squint, "Escort her for a ride?"

Yun Luo nodded.

Cao Yelai shook his hand, "If you hope that Miss Lu will hold your body ten days later, I have no objection."

Yun Luo was silent.

At this moment, a voice sounded, "I'll go."

Yun Luo looked up in shock and looked at Huo Beizhen who spoke out for help.

Huo Beizhen smiled, "I was so idle that I was just moving my muscles and bones when I was in the Lu family courtyard."

"In this way, there will be Senior Brother Lao Huo."

Yun Luo struggled to sit up and thank him, but was quickly pressed by Lu Qi.

Huo Beizhen waved his hand and said, "Let's go."

Yun Luo then lay down a little more relaxed.

Cao Yelai followed Huo Beizhen out of the door. Pei Zhen was about to come forward and ask a few questions, but Cui Zhi twisted it around her waist and pulled it out.

Fu Tianqi was also pulled out by Sun Dayun.

Sun Dayun pressed Fu Tianqi, who was confused, on the stool in the yard, pretending to complain, "Young man doesn't have any eyesight to see you!"

Fu Tianqi was even more confused, "Ah?"

Sun Dayun was speechless, "A small separation is better than a newlywed, do you understand!"

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Fu Tianqi suddenly realized.

Sun Dayun quickly covered his mouth, "Speak quietly! Your rooster is crowing!"

The wooden doors and windows naturally cannot separate the ears of the two practitioners, and they both heard the conversation outside clearly.

Especially when the sentence was that small separation was better than the newlyweds, Yun Luo looked at Lu Qi with great interest, waiting to see her often shy expression.

Unfortunately, he was disappointed, and the imagined picture did not appear. Lu Qi's expression was not shy, but more so sad.

Yun Luo couldn't help but stand up slightly, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong? Or is it in a bad mood?"

Lu Qi pretended to be nothing and forced to smile: "It's nothing. You are so risky today. What if you lose!"

It turned out that it was because of this worrying about me. Yun Luo thought he had thought of the reason and patted his chest with a smile, "It's okay, who am I? A genius killer!"

Lu Qi gave him a blank look and said, "Support it well, I won't disturb you anymore."

As he said that, he was about to get up, and one hand stretched out like lightning, holding her hand, "Don't you miss me if you haven't seen you for so many days?"

Lu Qi stretched out his other hand, held Yun Luo's hand together, patted it gently, and said gently: "I have something to explain to Lu Yong first, and I will talk about it after I finish my work."

After saying that, he smiled sweetly at him.

Yun Luo let go of his hand blankly, watched Lu Qi leave, and thought to himself: There is most likely something wrong with the Lu family, and he has to find a way to help Qi'er.
To be continued...