The battle between heaven and human beings in ancient times was not only the collapse of heaven, but also the division of the human world into several worlds. Now there are six worlds. It seems like a farce. The friars in golden robes are not willing to deal with it in a big way. After all, they mainly come to seek treasure, and Shi Qinglian doesn''t really fight Zhu Yan, It''s just a lesson.


    Chen Nian went home alone. Ling Yun was waiting for Yi Shanlian. The white monk Junxiu put his hands together and said with a smile, "brother canggui, I have something important to do. I''ll see you later."


    The Taoist glanced at the monk in white, and then said to Yi Shanlian, "since you and I are destined to meet each other, I wish Shanlian brothers a long way to go."


    Yi Shan even waved his hand, "the road is natural, good brother, I''ll see you again."


    The Taoist took one step, ten steps away, and Yi Shanlian said with heartfelt admiration, "Taoist priest, you are so smart!"


    Ling Yun folded his arms and rolled his eyes. Yi Shan, with a smile, took Ling Yun''s shoulder and said, "I still have some things to do, so I won''t accompany my brother."


    Ling Yun waves his hand to make sure Yi Shan doesn''t have anything to worry about. It''s just that the white monk and Taoist priest are a little strange. Anyway, Ling Yun thinks these two people are not simple goods.


    After walking around Qilong street, Ling Yun went to the old locust tree for a rest. Chen Nian didn''t go to the mountain today, but took care of his room at home. Even if Ling Yun had cleaned it up, he also cleaned it up again. He was not afraid of that Zhu Yan. It was just a picture of the first story in the world, which shocked Chen Nian.


    Shi Qinglian came in and asked, "Xiaonian, where''s your husband?"


    Chen Nian shook his head and said, "I should go to other parts of the town. My husband said he wanted to find a friend."


    Shi Qinglian nodded slightly and looked at the old words. They were square, incoherent and not good-looking. But fortunately, they were very serious. "It seems that my younger martial brother won''t come back tonight. I still have to eat."


    "I don''t cook as good as my husband." Chen Nian said.


    Shi Qinglian said with a dumb smile, "do you think your husband is not delicious?"


    Chen Nian said with a smile, "wait a minute, young martial uncle. I''ll go to prepare."


    Shi Qinglian touched her nose. She was very clever. All of them were Chen''s, and all of them were ghosts.


    The third person on duty in Baiyujing of Taoism.


    Buddha sat down, the eldest disciple, the tenth reincarnation Xuanzang.


    Whether they are enemies or friends, they are all in the battle for the road. The three religions have been together for thousands of years. After all, some people have a narrow road. How about becoming a road? It''s not a mole of ants in the world. Looking at the scenery in the sky, the road is always at their feet. The road is always outside the road. If they can walk through, the road is at their feet, but it''s still the road.


    ……


    The drugstore in the south of the town is a place that has been going for years. In the past, it was to change the dressing for my mother. Later, it was to make a living. The middle-aged boss in the drugstore has not been in charge for a long time. The smoke from the countryside is not very easy to smoke. Only the crooked bastard with brain can be so violent. It''s the best way to smoke.


    The tobacco pole was made by a sensible child who was not supposed to be sensible. It was a pair of medicine that his mother used when she was seriously ill. The workmanship was not good, but fortunately, the years were the best. Now it''s good. The smoke enveloped the middle-aged boss. Like falling clouds, a golden light spread from the smoke, and gradually gathered a woman in white. She brushed away the smoke at will, "Light way:" that sword already has belong to, I like very much


    "I''m just doing business. I don''t want to ask about worldly reasons." Middle aged boss light way said.


    The woman in white is tall and tall. Even if she doesn''t want to look down on anyone, she will give people a condescending attitude. She holds her hair between her temples and says with a smile: "since it''s business, why don''t you and I do a business?"


    "At most 10% of them are lucky. I only wish to respect the Lord and protect some of the younger generation in the future." Said the middle-aged boss.


    The woman in white held her hands, put her right fingers on her left arm, and gently knocked, "everyone has his own fate. I never interfere. It''s only about life and death. I can protect them once."


    "It''s enough," the middle-aged boss said with a smile. Although his face is middle-aged, his eyes are only full of vicissitudes. In terms of age alone, he is much older than her. In terms of status and strength, he is not as good as her. For a long time, the so-called "no one before, no one after", is only the only sentence that can evaluate her, "on the dragon river, under the arch bridge, but one of the last secrets?"


    The white Lord smiles indifferently. Her golden pupil has some inexplicable smile, "it has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with all living beings."


    "I see." The middle-aged boss''s face suddenly became a little old. His long black hair was already a little gray, and the woman''s body was gradually lax. The middle-aged boss bowed himself to see him off. This is the only one who can be worshipped.


    Ling Yun lay on the branches of the old locust tree and gradually fell asleep.


    In her dream, someone goes up against the sky with a sword. Where she wields the sword, the real dragon falls, the gods retreat, and all evils do not invade. She is dressed in a black robe, and her clothes are fluttering. From the void, there are dark and viscous stairs slowly sliding out. The world is like an ice cave, and the chill covers the sky.


    She was the only one who went up the stairs in reverse. Every step she took, the stairs would collapse. The faster she went backward, the faster the stairs would collapse, and the colder she felt. There was a black dragon head sticking out from the end of the stairs. The woman in black held a sword in her right hand and grasped the Dragon horn in her left hand. She sank a little, then pulled the black dragon out, followed by a sword, and the black dragon''s blood flowed


    The picture stops suddenly. Ling Yun frowns tightly. In a pure white space, there are several black chains, which pass through a woman in black and bind her tightly. Ling Yun instinctively feels a pang of heartache. In the originally silent space, the static chain suddenly moves. Ling Yun''s mind is dizzy and suddenly wakes up


    He just remembered his black and white eyes, sometimes soft, sometimes indifferent, sometimes cold, sometimes violent, sometimes naive


    In Lingyun''s heart, there are thunder, lightning, big waves and white clothes. Lingyun stands with his hands down and looks indifferent. Lingyun''s consciousness never knows the secret formula of heaven and earth. In addition to all kinds of skills, there are also some secret records, which he has never seen or known.


    Today, however, he felt something in his heart. There was a dragon hidden under the sea of heart. He suddenly went out to sea and voluntarily submitted to him. The Dragon carried Lingyun in white and roamed in the sea of Lingyun''s heart.


    "The Dragon returns to the sea!"


    Ling Yun seems to feel something. He looks to the direction of Zhuwu mountain. On Zhuwu mountain, the sword spirit in white stands at the top of the golden arch bridge and looks out from the fence. Under the bridge, there is a green lotus. One leaf of flowers is blooming, and then there are two leaves and three leaves. He looks up at the sky. The golden pupil is blooming, golden awn and sharp.


    The whole world seems to be suddenly quiet, only the sound of the iron lock shaking.


    There are six swords in the world!


    Ling Yun has reached the source of the dragon river. He looks at it from a distance. In a trance, he sees a woman dressed in black under the golden arch bridge. Her boots are off and her white feet are shaking in the water. She turns to Ling Yun, with a gentle smile in her eyes. It seems that she has been waiting for a long time, "are you here?"


    Ling Yun stood in the same place tightly, but he seemed to be in an ancient battlefield. There was a huge dragon holding him up to a higher place.


    But when Ling Yun was gazing at it, he was on the old locust tree again, but he was holding a rusty sword in his hand. A gentle voice sounded in Ling Yun''s heart.


    "Take my name as an oath: use my body to transform your sword. The direction of your heart and the point of the sword''s edge. The road is long and the road is obstructed. Live and die together."


    "Master."


    Ling Yun took a long breath, and then exhaled that he had never practiced his sword to a high place, but he had a lot of negative swords, and half of his sword box was just useful.


    Ling Yun suddenly felt that all his limbs were torn. If he was bound by a strong iron chain, he looked at the sword in his hand in surprise. His eyes became soft and gently stroked the body of the sword. "No matter who sent you to me, I will share life and death, and I will take this prisoner."