Beside the Lingjiang River in the southern part of the empire, weeds have already reached the knees. Qing Ming looked at the vast sea line in the distance, and memories kept coming to his mind. The former Changting Island, the master and the young priest brother, had long been buried in the depths of the sea.

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When he was fifteen years old, he still remembered his first time as a master and the first time he crossed the legendary and extremely terrifying Lingjiang River. After successfully completing the task assigned by his master, facing the prosperity and excitement of the mainland, he wanted to

He vividly told his little pastor brother everything he had seen and heard on the mainland, and then he could see the expression of incomparable envy and excitement on his face, which made him feel extremely satisfied.

When I came to the Lingjiang River again, I suddenly found that I could not find my way back, and Changtingzhou, where I had lived for fifteen years, had also disappeared into the depths of the vast sea...

In fact, he had already had some premonition, the earnest instruction of the master before he took him away, and the indifferent expression on the face of the little priest brother, all of which made him feel strange that the master, who was always extremely strict and annoying to nag, was...

At that time, he said the most pleasant words to him that he had heard in the past eighteen years, and the little priest brother who was fascinated by the Holy Yuan Empire continent had a calm demeanor at that time. In the past, he always vowed to say

I must go out and explore that continent.

During that time, he was wandering the continent like a lonely ghost. His yearning for this imperial continent when he was a boy had long since disappeared. He was decadent and degenerate, forgetting all the skills Du Tuo taught him.

Later, he slept on the streets and truly experienced the warmth and warmth of the human world. At that time, he understood why his master stayed away from the world and lived in Changtingzhou. However, although the world is so big, there is no so-called pure land. Today's Changtingzhou is the human world in his heart.

The Pure Land has now quietly disappeared on this continent.

Until he met the girl in red again, and it was she who pulled him back from the abyss of depravity. He still remembered the slap that hit him hard on both cheeks, which actually made him dazed for a moment.

Her tears came to mind, and her words still linger in my heart.

"You will fall forever!"

"Where has that innocent boy gone?"

"Don't you want to understand why Changting Continent disappeared? Your master and senior brother..."

The words exploded in his mind like a bolt from the blue. Before he could recover, the girl turned around and left, leaving only a red figure. From then on, the girl would come to visit him every once in a while.

During that time, she warmed his lonely heart. He also knew that it was not the first time they met. The little girl with empty eyes in his memory, the little girl who cried for no reason at a loss... This scene

The curtain gave him confidence, and he took up the sword in his hand again, and the two of them stayed together for a while.

But good times always fade away so easily. A group of men in black with green faces and fangs came to them, and one of their leaders reached the level of Emperor Wu. Faced with such a disparity in strength, they had only one way to go, and that was to escape.

But how could they escape the attack of the men in black headed by the strong Martial Emperor. When they were desperate, the girl blocked Qing Ming with her body. A bright red stained the sky. When his liver was about to burst, he pulled out Qing Ming's body.

He swung the sword with all his inner strength, but there was a huge disparity in cultivation. The powerful Emperor Wu knocked him away with one palm. He could only watch the girl being captured by them...

"Mo Yunwan!" A name that he will never forget, and will also be a name that he will pursue throughout his life!

He also remembered the name of the powerful Martial Emperor "Zuo Commander of the Demon Sect, the influential figure Xie Sang who leads the Demon Cloud Army"

The sound of the surging river came to his ears again, and Qing Ming's thoughts were brought back to reality. The water flowed eastward, taking away endless vicissitudes of time. Qing Ming pulled out the sword on his body and danced alone in the cold wind. The river in the distance

From time to time, rows of shocking water flow out.

The hilt of Qing Ming's sword rotated in his hand, and the sword light cut through time and space, directly penetrating into the endless layers of space, but Qing Ming had no time to notice it at this moment.

"The third level of Wuji Sword Style!" Qing Ming murmured in his mouth, and the sword in his hand flew out of his hand, flying towards the river in the distance, and the huge waves formed a circle and headed straight into the sky.

"Plop!" With a sound, a mouthful of blood flowed from the mouth of the boy in white, and with another "Clang!", the Qingming Sword proudly called back and stood on a stone not far away from him.

"The world is big! You are the only one who can accompany you. Of course, there is also..." Qing Ming looked at the blue sword in the distance, a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his chest felt hot, and he took out the piece of paper attached to his chest.

Qing Ming couldn't help but feel warm in his heart when he saw the water beryl emitting such a mesmerizing light.

"One sword and one jade! I, Qing Ming, am not afraid of this world or this world. Master, senior brother, and... Wan'er... no matter where you are, I will find you back!"

...

Qing Ming drew his sword and turned around. A year ago, he and Wan'er were seriously injured while escaping from the siege of the demon sect Zuo Commander. If Wan'er hadn't saved him from the Martial Emperor Xie Sang's palm in the end, he might have been dead at this moment.

He was dead, even though he had been cultivating for nearly a year. When he thought about the unknown life or death of Wan'er, who had blocked his hand, an unknown feeling of depression pressed into his heart, making him almost breathless.

"Plop!" Another mouthful of blood spat out from his chest, and Qing Ming's face calmed down. He stood up slowly and staggered to Qing Ming's sword. There was a flash of sword light and the sound of the sword being sheathed. The young man covered his head.

Holding his chest tightly, he walked step by step towards the wild jungle in the distance, barely maintaining a certain distance. When he staggered, he felt that his eyes were black, and the whole world was instantly plunged into darkness.

"It's still too weak!" A wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth before he fell into unconsciousness.

...

Qing Ming gradually regained consciousness. Although he had intuition, his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds and he could not open them. A few vague words floated in his mind, like murmurs in a dream. He moved his fingers slightly, trying to find what was on his body.

Just as he tried to move the cyan sword, his body seemed to fall apart, and a sharp pain shot through him, almost causing him to pass out again.

Forcing his severely injured body to perform the third level of the Wuji Sword Style was far beyond the endurance of his body, which led to his current state.

After resting for a moment, he slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a square of beams, pillars, brackets, and sparrows that were still clearly visible. At some point, he was already lying in a mansion, with a bed of carved flowers under him.

wooden bed.

Qing Ming was stunned. He was obviously on the bank of Lengjiang River. How could he be here? What kind of place was this?

Qing Ming opened the quilt covering her body and was about to get out of bed. At this moment, an old man's voice came from the door:
Chapter completed!