In August, in Yangzhou, a cool breeze roared on the river, a black-sailed boat was rippling, a blue lamp appeared and a wisp of piano sounded on the river, and on the bow of the boat, the plain figure was slim.

"Zheng!"

The strings broke suddenly, and a drop of blood flowed out from the fingertips.

The drop of blood seemed to fall into the clear water, and instantly dyed a piece of red on the piano, but the color was still very bright.

In the cabin, Liu Yiqing walked out slowly with his sword on his back and gently tightened his blue shirt. The weather in August had turned a little cold. He covered his mouth and coughed a few times. His pale face became pale and bloodless. He walked to the plain clothes and asked, "What's wrong?"

Suyi raised her head, her eyes were swollen, and the corners of her eyes were still wet, and she said, "I just seemed to be asleep. I dreamed of my sister. She was saying goodbye to me. I wanted to keep her, but I couldn't keep her."

Liu Yiqing held Suyi's hand and whispered: "Living well, this is the greatest thanks to Qingyi."

In Yangzhou that night, there were no moon or stars.

Suyi seemed to see the stars in the sky slowly gathering together, as if she was a shallow smiling face.

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On Wudang Mountain, a Taoist priest slowly walked out of the door. Under the moonlight, it seemed as if frost fell, and the silver-white luster was on the bluestone slab, and the dewdrops slowly slid down from the leaves, gently dripping on the ground, splashing a lot of tiny water stagnation, instantly soaking the dust.

Some insects stopped and some ants crawled out of the hole, their tentacles were squirming, and the owls opened their eyes slightly in the distance, and the buds in the rocks were slowly blooming, there were Taoist children snoring in the Taoist temple, and mice swept quickly in the kitchen...

It is meticulous and everything seems to be seen in my heart.

Wang Yangming walked in the mountain gate, stepping on the moonlight at his feet, slowly walking deep into the quiet forest path. A yellow calf and an old yellow cow got up from the ground, walked to him, sticking out his tongue, and nodding his head.

The little yellow calf once followed Wang Yangming from Yan State to Xia State and crossed several states. Later, when he was in Yangzhou, he ran with another heifer. He didn't know when he actually returned to Wudang Mountain. The old yellow cattle was bought by Wang Yangming from a farmer's house. He didn't like riding a horse, so he relied on the scalper to send him thousands of miles.

He gently touched the head of the little yellow calf, grabbed a handful of grass on the other hand, and fed both cows. Both cows rarely ate them cleanly, and did not compete for them or have fun.

At some point, Wang Yangming fed the grass in his hand and said softly: "If you are full, leave. Whether it is Wudang Mountain or thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, go to the place you want to go. From now on, I am afraid there will be no more time to see you."

Both cows showed human reluctance in their eyes, but they just screamed, stuck out their tongues, licked Wang Yangming's palm, and made an appointment to run towards the distance, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Wang Yangming looked at the dark night and closed his eyes slightly.

The sound of footsteps suddenly sounded behind him, and an old Taoist with fairy spirit came over, looking at the moonlight, and chanted: "Fire trees and silver flowers fill the building, and my heart comes from outside the mountains. When the moonlight fills..."

Wang Yangming suddenly spoke:

"But I only said Qingyi is good!"

The old Taoist was slightly stunned, smiled helplessly, and said, "Silly boy, okay, you said you wanted to go and see how big this world is, and how do you see now?"

Wang Yangming's waist and eyes were moist, but his eyes were very plain. He said, "This world is not big, but it's ten thousand miles. This world is really not big, but it's ten thousand miles. I've met her all the people, but she is smaller than the world, and her heart is so small that she can only tolerate one person."

"Master," Wang Yangming suddenly turned around, and the tears at the corner of his eyes finally flowed out, saying, "Master, I won't go to this world anymore. I'm back. I'm still too far behind the three thousand hidings. The road to cultivation is long and long!"

Wang Yangming's master, the three immortals in the world and the land god, Chen Shi!

Taoist Chen Shi patted Wang Yangming on the shoulder, turned around slowly, and said, "I feel relieved to hand over the Wudang Sect to you as a good person. Let's prepare for it. In a while, Wudang Mountain will hold a sect to pass the throne!"

Chen Shi left far away, but he left a sword. The head of Wudang Mountain symbolized the true martial arts sword!

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In the imperial city of Wu Kingdom, the prince Wu Yu was reviewing memorials in the study room. He didn't know what to do, but he was getting more and more irritable. He simply threw the pen in his hand and stood up and walked out the door.

The night in Wu Kingdom is exactly the same as that in Daxia.

Wu Yu walked in the courtyard, and in the quiet night, the lights were still brightly lit in the imperial city, but there was a little less warmth. He just crossed the bridge aimlessly. When he looked back, he realized that he had left the imperial city, crossed the moat, and there were familiar people in the long pavilion.

"Teacher!" Wu Yu held the tribute.

Jiang Beifeng stood up and politely said, "Your Highness, you're leaving the city late at night, but what are you worried about?"

Wu Yu sat in front of Jiang Beifeng and said, "It's just that I'm a little irritable for no reason. Maybe it's because the imperial city is deep and a little tired of it. This huge imperial city is not as good as a cottage in the world."

Jiang Beifeng chuckled, poured Wu Yu a cup of tea, and said, "Maybe so, then I'll tell you some rumors about the world?"

Wu Yu nodded.

Jiang Beifeng said: "During the battle between the two days ago, can your highness know why Mr. Gu, Xingtian Mansion, suddenly participated in the war?"

"The students don't know," Wu Yu shook his head and said, "According to rumors in the martial arts world and Feng Manlou, it was the appointment of the leader of the Kunlun Sect Tang Zhan to Brother Gu, and then the sword immortals got into the Grandmaster in the battle."

Jiang Beifeng smiled slightly and said, "That's right, not right. What I heard is that when Tang Zhan made a fight, Marquis Gu refused to fight, so he killed Marquis Gu's confidante, which angered Marquis Gu and had that battle."

"A confidante? Qingyi?" Wu Yu said in surprise.

Jiang Beifeng nodded.

Wu Yu opened his mouth and after a while, he spoke, "Brother Gu... I'm afraid it's very uncomfortable. The abortions who understand him the best in the world are no longer there."

Jiang Beifeng sighed and said, "Of course this is the case. Otherwise, Marquis Gu would not have become a master at this moment. The Jianghu Order is coming, and the era of extinction of the master is coming. With Marquis Gu's strength, if he does not become a master, he will take this opportunity to take the opportunity to move Xingtian Mansion to a higher level. Now, it is a pity."

Wu Yu also sighed and said, "But, in Brother Gu's heart, I'm afraid he regretted not becoming a master early and not being able to protect Qingyi."

Jiang Beifeng smiled and said, "In addition, I have heard of something. It is said that after the battle at the Goddess Cliff, Mr. Gu did not return to the black domain, but turned to the sky to propose marriage to the Dao Pavilion!"

"Proposal!"
Chapter completed!