Chapter 4

Zhao Layue walked outside the town with Yin San's body and stepped on the green grass. She was very light.

The bright light from the sky reflected a very long shadow of her petite body on the ground, and then gradually weakened by the brighter light.

The most important thing in the whole continent was happening, but she didn't look back. She just looked at the change of the shadow in front of her. It seemed that it was more interesting than the vision of heaven and earth.

No one noticed her, and naturally no one saw that her expression had finally changed.

Her lips were slightly raised and she was laughing.

Cheers were rising among the peaks.

There seemed to be cheers in the town.

As the world became brighter and brighter, the cheers became louder and louder, and her smile became more and more prosperous, until the shallow dimples on her cheeks appeared, some lovely.

She is really happy and has some regrets.

It would be nice to be at the same time as a genius like Shi Shuzu.

Whether studying, asking, or whatever.

The cheers among the peaks suddenly disappeared.

There was no accident.

The silence at this time represents good wishes.

Like the light that lights up the world.

Of course, there will be some disappointment after all.

Martial uncle Jingyang rose.

Zhao Layue finally turned around and looked at the sky.

Looking at the disappearing crack and the invisible sword light, I don't know why, my eyebrows were slightly picked.

She looked at the body in her hand, and her smile gradually faded away, some doubt and uncertainty.

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There is an inexhaustible sense of dampness in the clouds, and streams are often accompanied by it.

There is a stream not far from Yunji town. The stream flows around high cliffs and low hills with mist. It moves forward for tens of miles and re enters the wall of another mountain peak.

I don't know how far the stream goes into the mountain wall. The waterway is getting wider and the light is getting brighter. Unexpectedly, there is a stone chamber with rare bright jade on the wall.

The stone chamber is very simple. There is only a stone bed connected with the mountain wall. In front of the bed are two rotten futons.

A young man, with his hands on his back, looked sideways at the stone bed. Occasionally, the wind rose and lifted his white clothes.

There was a man lying on the stone bed, covered with blood and covered with wounds, narrow or wide, deep or shallow. He couldn't tell what kind of weapon was hurt, and his clothes were in tattered condition. He could not recognize that it was the cloth made of Tian silk. The belt was still complete, and there was a faint evil spirit. Unexpectedly, it was made of Ming Jiao tendon, with a waist token tied on it, But it seems to be carved from ordinary black wood.

This man has no breath and has long died. Strangely, there is always a layer of fog on his face. He is very deep and can't see his face clearly.

The boy stood in front of the stone bed and looked at the man in silence. He didn't know what he was thinking.

I don't know how long it took, he finally spoke.

"Really... Annoying."

His voice was clean, but a little astringent. He spoke very slowly and seemed to speak very little.

The light fell in his eyes.

His eyes are like a sea, seemingly calm and clear, but extremely deep and wide, hiding countless storms and waves.

There are puzzles, anger, regrets, some fatigue, and some vicissitudes that are completely inconsistent with their age.

A moment later, all the emotions in his eyes disappeared, leaving only peace.

It's like the clouds disappear between the nine peaks, and it's like the light slurry falling from the sky finally turns into nothingness.

"Some envy you and can have a good rest, but I have to be busy for many years."

The boy in White said to the dead on the stone bed.

The dead man's belt moved slightly, and the wooden card suddenly disappeared.

A cold light left the stone bed, flew around his body, kept the brilliance of the stone chamber, and stopped in front of him a moment later.

It's a flying sword, about two feet long, two fingers thick and thin. The body of the sword is as smooth as a mirror. In addition, there are no surprises, but it gives people a very unusual feeling.

The young man in white raised his right hand, and the flying sword fell down by itself. It made a light noise, rolled on his wrist and gradually darkened, just like an ordinary bracelet.

Turning around and walking to the stream, the young man in white suddenly remembered what the man said to himself.

——People can't step into the same river twice.

Is that true?

Thinking about this, he went into the stream.

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The stream passes through the mountainside for an unknown distance and passes out on the other side of the mountain into a fine waterfall more than ten feet high. It's very beautiful.

The boy in white fell down from the cliff along the stream and was ready to step on the water, but his feet had broken through the water and fell into the lake.

Until he floated to the depths of the lake and touched the bottom of the lake with his feet, he probably understood what had happened and was a little stunned.

But he didn't seem to know what expression to use to describe the feeling of consternation, so he looked a little dull.

The cold lake had no effect on him. He looked around with his eyes open and saw a stone at the bottom of the lake. He picked up the stone from the bottom of the lake and walked along the terrain, getting closer and closer to the water until he came out of the lake and came to the shore. There was a dull noise, the ground shook, and the water on the bank was slightly turbulent. He put down the stone in his arms. You can imagine how heavy the stone is. He was soaked and felt a little uncomfortable. He was ready to dry his body with a sword and fire, but he found nothing. His dripping hair and wet clothes close to his body reminded him that he should make a fire at this time. He then thought that he had never made a fire. He tilted his head and recalled the books he had read many years ago. He repeated in a dry voice, "we need hay and branches of different thickness." Confirming that all the water in his left ear had flowed out, he turned his head to the right, continued to look for those long-standing memories and said, "if there is no flint, you need crystal or drill wood." There was a forest on the shore. He went to the forest and touched it. The falling trees rustled down and soon piled into a hill. He picked out the smoothest piece of wood from the inside, put some flocs under the bark on it, moved his mind, and the silver bracelet between his wrists turned into the little sword and hovered on it. The sharp edge of the sword turned at an unimaginable speed against the wood chip through the flocs, and soon there was Mars, then smoke, and then flame. The clothes stood on the branches, emitting steam. Looking at the intensity and rising speed of the steam, the boy easily calculated that it would take another three minutes for the clothes to dry. What to do during this time is something he doesn't need to think about. All time has only one purpose for him. He sat down cross legged, closed his eyes and began to meditate and practice, which was very natural. But the next moment he opened his eyes and thought blankly, what is the entry formula? This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.