Su Yiwen Lingzhao

on the streets.

People come and go, the flow is endless.

The green-robed man and Weng Lao stood there, only three feet apart.

The strange thing is that passers-by seem to be unable to perceive the existence of the two of them and turn a blind eye.

"The vast majority of people in this world are mediocre people. How many people can really see through my identity?"

Old Man Weng frowned, apparently puzzled, "Not to mention my current identity, it was arranged a long time ago. No one in this world knows except myself, you..."

The man in the green robe interrupted with a smile: "Is there any point in talking about this now?"

Elder Weng fell silent for a moment.

"Let's go, go outside the city, I'll give you a chance to make a move."

The green-robed man put his hands behind his back and stared at the sky, "Today coincides with the Jingzhe, and everything recovers, and the only thing missing right now is a spring thunder to meet the occasion."

As soon as the words were finished, the originally azure sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and a dull thunder resounded!

The thunder rumbled, carrying a sense of dryness like the burgeoning of all things, and the tiny lives underground that had been silent for a long time seemed to be awakened at this moment.

At the corner of the wall, in the mud and dust, there was a slight cracking sound, and a touch of green bud broke through the mud to reveal a shallow corner.

In the void, there is vitality pervading, and the withered willows in the city glow with tender yellow new shoots.

Old Man Weng's pupils shrank.

When the spring thunder moves, everything is stunned.

These subtle changes are invisible to ordinary people, but naturally they cannot be hidden from Weng Lao's eyes.

In the silent place, listen to the thunder!

And Su Yi's sentence "the only thing missing right now is a thunderbolt to meet the situation", as if the words follow, the heaven and the earth respond to it!

The most amazing thing is that everything is so natural and calm, and there is no trace of Su Yi using his cultivation at all.

This is what frightens Weng Lao.

"You... Have you broken Immortality and ascended to eternity?"

Old Weng couldn't help saying.

"No."

The green-robed man shook his head and sighed, "It's still far away."

Elder Weng has complex eyes.

Worse?

But even this realm that is "far away" from eternity is already so terrifying, how strong will it be if it really proves the way of eternity in the future?

"Let's go, talk while walking."

The green-robed man walked out of the city with his hands behind his back.

Walk leisurely and comfortably.

Old Weng was silent for a moment, then followed.

As soon as I walked out of the city gate, a spring rain fell quietly from the sky, like smoke and fog, covering the mountains and rivers in the distance, hazy and picturesque.

The apricot blossoms in the wild are quietly blooming, and there is a slight smell of moist soil and vegetation in the air, which is particularly refreshing.

The rain of apricot blossoms does not wet the clothes, and the wind of willows does not blow the face.

"Misty rain and spring breeze, everything is new."

Su Yi said softly, "Only those who have survived the cold winter will have the opportunity to witness this scene of ultimate prosperity and the recovery of all things."

Taking a sip of wine, "Unfortunately, most people in this world are no different from bugs."

Weng Lao was startled, and a sentence appeared in his mind:

Insects are not in autumn!

No matter how aggressive the worms are, they can't even survive autumn, let alone survive winter and spring.

Old Weng's eyelids twitched, and he said, "So, in your eyes, I am no different from a bug?"

"No."

As Su Yi walked forward, he said casually, "In the past year, I killed many enemies, but none of them survived until today's Jingzhe."

Old Weng's expression was cloudy and uncertain.

He gets it.

When the spring thunder moves, everything is stunned.

In Su Yi's heart, he is the one who is in charge of the spring thunder, and today he "surprised" himself, a bug hidden here!

After all, in his eyes, he is still just a bug-like character after all.

It's nothing more than a bug that survived until the sting.

"This place is not bad, what do you think of seeing you off here?"

Su Yi stood in front of a mountain full of apricot blossoms, turned his head and asked with a smile.

Weng Lao was shocked, and immediately sighed: "It's rare that you have the heart to arrange such a beautiful place with misty rain and picturesque."

Su Yi took out the jug and took a sip, "The hatred in my previous life is a stumbling block on my path. If I don't cut it off, I will never get over it."

After finishing speaking, he turned around, looked at Old Weng, and whispered a word from his lips:

"please."

The misty rain is misty, and the apricot blossoms are gorgeous, like snow piled up on the mountains.

And in this picturesque scenery, a cold and murderous air quietly diffused in the misty mist.

Weng Lao suddenly felt a chill in his body.

It's not because the spring breeze is too cold, it's not because the spring rain is damp and cold, but a cold murderous intent invades the bone marrow, and the cold reaches the heart.

He took a deep breath and said, "I know where Hua Hong is really hiding."

Su Yi was startled, and said: "This condition cannot change your ending."

Elder Weng sighed: "I understand, how can I not understand that as long as you make a decision, it will not change?"

Su Yi said: "Then tell me what you want to change."

Elder Weng was silent for a moment, and then said solemnly: "I only hope that Juetian Demon Court will have a chance to survive in the world."

"For the sect?"

"good."

Su Yi nodded and said, "Yes."

Juetian Demon Lord, who had lived in the secular world for many years as Weng Lao, was obviously relieved at this moment, showing a look of relief.

It's like breaking a knot in your heart.

"The Juetian Demon Court was created by me, and I devoted my whole life's effort and time."

Juetian Demon Lord said softly, "You may not believe me if I say it, but I have also made great aspirations, and I have also devoted myself to educating all living beings, evangelizing the world, pointing out a way to reach the sky for monks in the world, and lighting a lamp can illuminate all living beings." Road…"

As he spoke, he shook his head mockingly, "Unfortunately, I never did it in my whole life."

Taking a deep breath, he calmly said: "However, as long as the lamp is still there, it will always be able to illuminate the way for others in the future. In this way, the avenue I have been pursuing all my life... can be regarded as a hope passed down from generation to generation."

Su Yi said: "Why are you talking about this with me?"

Juetian Demon Lord smiled and said: "In my heart, you are a respectable and admirable person, but also a hateful and hateful enemy, but..."

"I know better. Only you can understand what I said."

Su Yi took a sip of wine and nodded.

The enemy will always know you better than you.

vice versa.

Old guys like Juetian Demon Lord, Fisherman, and Lantern Buddha cannot be judged by good and evil, good and evil, black and white.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for them to climb to the top of God's Domain and dominate the world for so many years.

It can even be said that each of these great enemies is a peerless existence, with their own avenues and indomitable ambitions, far beyond the ordinary.

Just like the Juetian Demon Lord in front of him, when he was dormant here these years, he seemed to be playing the flute every night, leaning against the red and nestling in the emerald green, like an old pervert.

In fact, it was just a cover-up to conceal one's identity.

Self-defiled in the world, like the light, so it is difficult for people to find the flaws in his body.

Next, Juetian Demon Lord seemed to open up a chatterbox, talking about his lifelong ambitions, regrets, unwillingness and pride.

Su Yi stood in the mist and rain, listening quietly without interruption.

In the past year, he swung his sword across the sky, fought in all directions, and ended one after another blood feud in his previous life.

It also broke the barriers in the state of mind and the road.

Cultivation has greatly improved.

Killing the top Nine Refining God Master is no longer a problem.

However, compared to these, Su Yi's state of mind has changed even more.

It is also more detached and calm.

It is no longer like before, you need to deal with the threats of those big enemies carefully, and you need to work hard to find out the opponent's intentions, step by step.

The current him can cut ten times with one blow, without thinking about anything at all, he can cut it with one sword.

At this moment, Su Yi doesn't care whether Juetian Demon Lord is really pouring out his heart, or deliberately delaying time.

"If there is an afterlife, I hope to be your enemy."

Suddenly, Juetian Demon Lord raised his eyes to look at Su Yi, and said seriously, "In this way, there will be a sense of high and low, a share of the joy of life and death."

Su Yi was startled, then nodded and said, "I feel sorry for those words."

"please."

The Absolute Demon Lord raised his hand and took the initiative to invite a fight.

Su Yi put away the flagon and said, "Please."

The misty rain was misty, and the spring thunder was stirring. On the mountain, a strong wind suddenly blew up, and apricot blossoms fell all over the sky.

Like heavy snow.

After half a quarter of an hour.

Absolute Demon Lord died.

It was a death without regrets, and it was also a withering like relief.

The worm's life is only in autumn.

He was able to have a conversation with Su Yi today when he was waking up, and he could express his feelings. He had no regrets about losing Su Yi's sword in the battle for the front.

The apricot blossoms are falling, and the drizzle is silent.

Su Yi poured the wine in the pot to the ground, and said: "I didn't expect that you, an old fellow, were dying, but I gave you a high look."

"Good to go."

…

Half a month later.

Outside an ancient city in South Vulcan Continent.

Spring outing, apricot blossoms blowing all over your head.

Someone in Moshang is young and flirtatious.

In the outskirts of the city, a group of teenagers and girls walk together, outing and having fun, full of youthful spirit and infinite youth.

"Su Jianzun is indeed worthy of respect and admiration, but my generation also has its own Ling Yunzhi, so it may not be possible to be like him in the future with a sword in the world, deterring the world!"

There is a young man in white clothes who is full of self-confidence and smug.

"That's right, count the romantic figures, and look at the present! The legends and myths of the past will eventually be surpassed. This is the meaning of the Great Way!"

A young girl smiled and spoke.

"However, on the great road, if my generation cannot surpass the predecessors, how boring would it be?"

"Hahaha, well said, come, let's drink together!"

A group of teenagers and girls chatting and laughing happily, full of heroic spirit and high spirits that only this age group can have.

In the distance, a man in green robe smiled and looked away.

When I was young, I had my own lofty ambitions, and I lived up to the eternal flow of the long river.

Young people, as it should be.

It's better to be less crazy, and it's better to be arrogant.

If you are not young and energetic, how can you talk about the word "juvenile"?

"Friend, would you like to come and have a drink?"

From a distance, the boy in white smiled and invited.

Su Yi was startled, and pointed to his nose: "Me?"

"Yes, it's you, come on, it's fate to meet by chance, don't let this great time go, endless spring!"

The boy in white said loudly.

Su Yi shook his head with a smile, and said: "You play, I... still have to go to the city to settle my worries."

After finishing speaking, he put his hands on his back and walked towards the ancient city in the distance.

Hua Hongzhen was hiding in this ancient city.

Behind them, the chatter and laughter of those teenagers and girls came.

A trace of trance appeared between Su Yi's brows.

If you want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus with wine,

never look like,

Junior tour. .

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ps: Jingzhe today, this chapter is enough to prove that Jinyu really has no manuscripts (╥﹏╥)