Last night, Wang Ya digs the hexagram for Ye Yi all night, and it is the same every time, safe and sound, but she is still worried. She uses the same thing all night to dig up and gets the same result.

She came early this morning, early, earlier than everyone else.

I remember his mother once said that the future changes are illusory and there are countless possibilities. If the direction of the future is ten thousand, then the hexagrams she passed down from her family can capture 10% of them.

Wang Yabu has passed countless hexagrams over the years, all of which are approaching time, basically all small things. The only time that is far away is when he saw her and him on the Nanshan Mountain in Heishui City. She was backfired, and with the call of her mother, he returned to the capital of God.

In fact, it is easy to calculate the winning or losing of a low-level battle the next day. Even if he increases the difficulty and calculates whether Ye Yiming is safe, it is all small things, and there are almost no variables. I have never missed small things before, but this time I have no reason to be unconfident, worried, and confused.

She held her heart strings and watched Ye Yiming's battle, and she kept saying that she was in danger. However, when Xiao Qing pierced Ye Yiming's left shoulder with a sword, the hand that she had originally held because of her nervousness made her nails pierce into her palms. It hurt a little, but she forgot to feel it.

In the end, Ye Yiming's cruelty and cruelty finally made her stand up. He wanted to see if this person was the person she knew? The boy who would be very frightened even if he surpassed him.

On the other side of the endless distance, there is a woman with a tide like Wang Ya, but she is different from her worries and shocks, and she is more joy and confusion.

Time is ruthless and changes the world. But people's hearts are the most affectionate. Huangfu Die built a thatched hut on the top of the mountain that was exactly the same as two thousand years ago, and even found a stone that looked exactly the same at the edge of the cliff. Imagine that he stood here and then jumped down, just like two thousand years ago.

That day she saw it from a distance, but she didn't want to part with her forever forever, and the news disappeared. Until a few days ago, he felt the mark left by the Changqing Taoist in the short sword. She thought he was back, so she left the island and came to this place that she had been there countless times and then did not dare to come to countless years, because it was possible that he was waiting here.

“Right?”

Huangfu Die said to the long sword. In fact, he had asked this question countless times in the past few days. There is another question: Is he already dead? But the others got the pair of swords and then used it?

If you die, although you cannot go with you, you can call you calmly and then lift up three thousand black hairs and never let go. If you die in the next day, a trace of residual soul will be added to all your obsessions, and then return the path you have cultivated to heaven and earth, and see you again with the part you have returned.

She plans to build a house here, wait for someone to come back or...wait for death...

I didn't expect that the long sword would shake inexplicably today. The obsession said that it felt that Ye Yiming was still alive, and his heart was surging now, but he felt very weak, either because his cultivation was too weak, or because he was very weak now.

Her husband, for two thousand years, how could he be weak? So he is very weak now?

In the Light Continent, there are countless secret realms that can trap people, and she wants to find him.

She stepped on the Nine Palace Stepping under her feet, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and then she felt a little guilty in her heart. I remember he said that Nine Palace Stepping has the ninth step, but unfortunately she spent so much time to understand it, even if you taught it that day.

The thatched hut that had been built for a few days lost its owner. Maybe it would never see her again when it was destroyed in the years.

"Is this her obsession?"

A scholar stood on the stone on the edge of the cliff. He actually kept looking at Huangfu Die. After she came, he watched for a few days.

"It's not your obsession, a fool!"

The Changqing Taoist wearing a black and white Taoist robe stepped out of the void. The scholar was his first disciple after the reconstruction of the island of Qingsong Taoist Temple and the only disciple at that time, so he gave great expectations.

The scholar naturally lived up to expectations, had outstanding talent in practicing and was diligent, but unfortunately it happened two thousand years ago.

"Master, you said that I was perfect, but I didn't believe it, because I had never been in love. In order to prove myself, I have even gone to find several famous beauties in this world, and my disciples have at most turbulent hearts..."

"Hey... I hope you will break through as soon as possible..." Taoist Changqing sighed. He and the scholar were called masters and apprentices, but in fact they were like father and son.

"I'm afraid my disciples won't be able to break up... Master... Can you... help your junior sister?" The scholar looked sad and looked at the tattered thatched hut. For no reason, he was a little envious. Even the stone under his foot was a little envious.

"How come Xiaodie's misery, how could he not know that Xiaodie's master has? The mark on those swords was stamped by me... I have looked for it... but I didn't find it..."

"Not found?"

"Yes! Not found!"

"This...this is impossible!"

There are almost no classes in this world that can stop the Changqing Taoist, not to mention that there are two sword marks as a guide. Even if you really can't go to the dangerous secret realm, at least you can know where it is. What Changqing Taoist is saying now is that he hasn't found it, so it may not be in this world for so long.

"Aren't this world?"

"It should be..."

"I'll go find my junior sister immediately and tell her!"

The scholar was a little excited. If the gentleman of Huangfu Die was no longer in this world, then there was no need to look for him anymore. For ten thousand years, countless top cultivators from the Light Continent have tried to find a way to leave this world. Some people even guarded the place where the people in the Demon Realm left for ten thousand years, but no one has succeeded.

"You tell her that maybe he will break his obsession and then his mind will be clear. But it is also possible that he will cut off hope and will never recover. Her obsession lasts for thousands of years, and almost only the latter is possible. Are you still going to tell her?"

Taoist Changqing shook his head, stepped out and walked into the void.

"ah!"

The scholar wanted to vent all the depression in his heart, but found that there was no other use except shocking a few panic birds.

He kicked over the stone under his feet, the stone she had found after half a day.

Looking at the stubborn stones rolling down under his feet, he felt a little lost.

For some reason, he jumped down again and found the stone that had been broken a little. He spent an hour making the stone the same as before, and then sat on the threshold of the thatched hut, like she had been in the past few days, staring at the stubborn stone in a daze. She stood on this stone every morning and attracted his attention.

......

"Are you coming to see me?"

Ye Yiming looked at Wang Ya. He was a little embarrassed now. He agreed to her. After three discussions, he would work with her.

"I'm here to see you, but I'm a little surprised, or... disappointed..."

Ye Yiming looked at Wang Ya in front of him in surprise. The disappointment she said was naturally not a wound on his shoulder. This is only worthy of heartache, not worthy of disappointment, so it can only be his final cruelty.

"Let me see your injuries..."

But he took the medicine, but did not let Wang Ya see his injury. He just replied: "Don't worry about the minor injury that is not a problem. In the end, I will solve it as soon as possible..."

"I believe in you, you can rest now. After you win three times, I will wait for wine in the courtyard..."

She wanted the two of them to sit together, not to talk about life, or to look at him, just look at him... But now he is injured, and there will be another battle tomorrow, and she doesn't want to affect him, so she can only suppress the thoughts in her heart.

"Let's go and sit there!"

Although he had an idea about the Black Wood Token, he needed to confirm it, and Tong Tianbo's affairs also needed to be resolved. Now that he was in the game, if he had the help of an old monster, it would be much easier.

"Yes! Yiming won so handsomely just now! The last time he thigh was so relieved... Hahaha..."

Tongxin was originally just watching from a distance. He was a little passionate about the battle before, and he wanted to stay drunk with Ye Yiming, but Wang Ya was always hard to come directly. Until he vaguely heard Wang Ya say that Ye Yiming would go to rest, he finally couldn't help it.

"You happen to be here too. Let's find a teahouse. I'm not suitable for drinking now. You don't want me to lose my life because of drinking!"

When Ye Yiming saw Tongxin coming, he happened to find a reason for himself to go out and also made a shield for Wang Ya, and the black wood token was also in his hands.

Today's teahouse is more lively than before, maybe it's because of the discussion between the Martial Arts and the Authentic Arts. What's commendable is that there is actually a private room upstairs empty, maybe it's because the story told by the storyteller downstairs is too beautiful.

A gavel came up, and the storyteller cleared his throat.

"By the way, Ye Yiming from this Taoist temple didn't know what magical powers he learned..."

At this point, he stopped and drank the tea in his cup leisurely, which caused the vulgar listeners to shout and scold. However, the servant shook a few copper dustpans to let everyone understand the storyteller's intention.

"What about you? It seems that you are famous in God!"

Tongxin hit Ye Yiming beside him and said, and threw out a few copper plates with interest. It seemed that she was planning to listen to the stories mentioned by others and how they saw them differently.

"It's spread fast enough. We have just arrived. The storyteller has already compiled a story. If you want to listen to the childlike innocence, go and move a stool. We'll go up first..."

Ye Yiming and Wang Ya looked at each other and walked towards the private room upstairs. In the noisy teahouse, the private room turned out to be a rare quiet place.

"Oh... OK...you guys go up..."

Perhaps he was so sensible that he didn't hear what Ye Yiming said clearly, so he replied nonsense. When he realized that, the two of them had already walked to the door of the private room and said hurriedly: "Hey...wait me... don't lock the door!"

In this case, Tong Xin did not forget to turn around and drink a lottery for the storyteller.

The three of them ordered some food at will, ordered two pots of tea, and asked the waiter to go out, asking him not to disturb him if he had nothing to do.

After the waiter went out, Ye Yiming used his magic power to scan the private room, and then even set up a magic circle to isolate the sound.

"I'm a little panicked when you are like this!"

When Tongxin saw Ye Yiming carefully, she joked.

"It can be said that things involve my life. I have to do this..."

Ye Yiming's movements slowed down at all and replied solemnly.

"So serious?"

"right!"
Chapter completed!