Chapter 480

Well nine looked at the sky outside the window and was silent for a long time.

Silence seems to have nothing, but it often represents a certain emotion.

This is rarely seen in him, because it is quite different from daze.

A cloud came from the south.

This sentence shocked him far more than the emergence of two great figures in the underworld.

He felt a faint regret in his heart. Since he decided not to read the senior brother's letter, why did he finally see it?

But it was a letter he had to read himself because the content was too important.

The only thing in the world that can temporarily erase the bottomless rift between him and his senior brother and let him forget the bottomless hatred... Is the cloud in the south.

Of course, he knows what this sentence means, and why senior brother doesn't hesitate to use master ming to inform himself as soon as possible.

The cloud in the south is actually a fog covering the islands. There is an old man in the fog.

The old man's name is Nanxu. He is the first sword Dodger in Chaotian mainland and the most powerful enemy of Qingshan clan.

At that time, their Shizu Guangyuan immortal sat down because he failed to rise.

When he soared in his previous life, he had no regrets looking at the world, but if he had anything to do before he left, killing Nanxu would inevitably rank in the top three.

Unfortunately, Nanxu was always hiding in the fog. He couldn't kill each other.

Now the cloud actually left the South China Sea and floated towards the mainland.

This is an opportunity that their martial brothers and even the whole castle peak have been waiting for more than 800 years. How can they miss it?

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The archipelago is still shrouded in thick fog and seems to have changed nothing.

No one knows that a fog has separated from here dozens of days ago, and it is floating thousands of miles away on the sea.

The white fog, about the size of a thatched cottage, floated slowly and silently on the blue sea, giving birth to an extremely strange feeling.

The blazing sun could not shine through the fog, and the light was reflected, which made the white fog bright and dazzling, not like fog, but more like clouds.

Fortunately, the boatmen walking in the ocean are used to seeing all kinds of strange lights. Even if they see the bright cloud, they will not pay attention, let alone make a special trip to see it.

As spring deepens, clouds become more and more common, summer storms slowly begin to brew, the sun appears shorter and shorter, and the white clouds become less and less prominent.

One day, a large ship from Penglai Island passed through the real fog and suddenly saw the cloud in front of it, which triggered several shouts.

The clouds are so gentle that they won't do any harm in the sky or on the sea.

Naturally, the big ship did not slow down or change direction, and drove towards the white cloud.

People came to the deck to see the picture of the cloud smashed by the bow.

Quietly.

The ship smashed the cloud and went on.

Quietly.

Everyone on board died.

They closed their eyes, some still holding ropes in their hands, and some still holding tea in their hands.

The white cloud continued to float towards the north. I don't know how long it floated, and finally came to the land.

It was early in the morning. Just before dawn, the small fishing village by the sea was shrouded in a sudden heavy fog.

The rising sun jumped out of the sea and lit up the sky, but it could not disperse the fog in the village. It had to wait helplessly for the fog to move slowly towards the north.

Finally, some cottages left the scope of the clouds and showed their original appearance, but they were silent, and no one woke up.

A cough came from a beach somewhere.

A girl was struggling to get up, her bare legs outside her short skirt were full of sand, and the silver bells on her clothes made a sound from time to time.

Her name is Nanzheng. She used to be a very powerful assassin of Bu Lao Lin.

On the night of the destruction of Yuntai, she escaped, but her magic weapon was taken away by the winter.

What made her even more desperate was that castle peak was still so terrible.

Don't say revenge, it's very difficult to see the Lord of Qingrong peak.

Disheartened, she returned to the south to remain anonymous until today.

The whole fishing village was dead except her.

Looking at the bodies of the villagers who died in front of their house and on the beach, he felt the silence and the sound of waves like thunder around him. Nanzheng's face became very pale. Looking at the cloud, he didn't dare to make any sound at all.

An extremely old voice came out of the fog: "are you from the south?"

Nanzheng's voice trembled slightly: "yes..."

The old voice said, "since I'm from the south, it makes sense that I don't kill you."

Nanzheng asked fearfully, "are you an elder of the family?"

The old voice said, "I am your ancestor."

The clouds gradually dispersed, revealing an old man.

The old man was very thin and shriveled. He looked like a dead body. In his unfathomable eyes like a thick fog, several props appeared from time to time.

He said he was the ancestor of Nanzheng, not swearing, but stating the facts.

Many people always thought he was the prince of a small country in the South China Sea. In fact, the southern barbarians were all his descendants.

His name is Nanju, and he is called the ancestor of fog island by the world.

He also has a more famous identity, that is, the first sword Dodger in Chaotian continent.

He is the greatest enemy of qingshanzong and the most powerful opponent of qingshanzong.

Immortal Guangyuan died under his command. Immortal sunken boat was eager to break the environment because of this matter, and finally disappeared in the clouds of green mountains. The former is the ancestor of Taiping immortal and Jingyang immortal, and the latter is their master. From this, we can imagine how terrible the ancestor of Wudao is.

If we say the realm, as early as 800 years ago, he was already the peak of Tongtian realm and a real first-class Sword Fairy.

Nanzheng knelt on the beach and didn't dare to raise her head, let alone speak.

She was shocked to think that because of the Castle Peak sword array, fog island had been locked for many years. How could Lao Zu leave and appear on the land?

Nanju knew what she was thinking and didn't explain.

He has been hiding in fog island for hundreds of years. There is no hope of flying. His life will be exhausted, and there are still decades to live at most.

He must finish it before it withers.

What's the matter?

Of course it is - destroy the green mountain.

"The clouds will eventually disperse."

The ancestor of fog island looked up at the dark sunrise outside the fog, said expressionless, "find me something with heavy Yin Qi."

Of course, the most important thing in the world is the coffin.

Nanzheng lived in this village for several years and was very familiar with each family. He carried out a black coffin in the yard outside Yantian.

The coffin is made of Nanmu. It has been raised in the backlit back house for more than 20 years. It is full of Yin Qi, but the crane, deer and ghost carved on it are a little clumsy.

Nanzheng sent the black coffin into the fog. Her face was pale and she was afraid that Lao Zu would be dissatisfied.

There was no sound in the fog, but it flowed slowly.

It didn't take long for the fog to get into the black coffin.

The fishing village became clear again.

Several yellow runes fell from the air and were just sealed on the coffin to ensure that there was no overflow of breath.

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There is a gate outside the peaks of the green mountains. The words Nansong pavilion are written on the gate. Here is the Nanshan gate.

There is a wooden table under the mountain gate. There are pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table. A man in a gray sword robe is sleeping on the table.

Listening to the footsteps, the man raised his head. It was the Ming Guoxing he met when Jing Jiu and Liu entered the green mountain when they were ten years old.

Decades later, this green mountain disciple who has never broken the boundary has become a little old.

He looked at the man who came to the mountain gate and couldn't help rubbing his eyes.

The man's face is very ordinary, his body shape is also very ordinary, and his breath is also very ordinary. No matter how he looks, he is an ordinary person.

The question is, how can an ordinary person find the Mountain Gate of Qingshan sect?

Ming Guoxing was a little wary. He thought he could not make the mistakes of that year again. He recognized such figures as martial uncle Jing Jiu as waste and got up quickly.

"May I ask your excellency?"

The ordinary man smiled and said, "I'm a letter."

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It is not Lao Lin's usual means to believe in people.

Before and after the assassination of Zhao Layue, Lao Lin once sent such a letter.

Later, immortal Taiping sent a letter to Canglong and told him that there was a ghost in the demon prison in the town.

What's in this letter today?

Mingguoxing naturally did not dare to open it, nor did he dare to be expert. He hurriedly reported to the inner door.

Before long, elder Mo personally rushed to the Nanshan gate and took the letter to Tianguang peak.

The beautiful sunshine and the blue sky fall on the slightly undulating sea of clouds in front of Tianguang peak at the same time, much like the sea in the south.

Liu CI looked at the ordinary man and said, "content?"

The man was really a mortal, but he didn't have any fear in the face of such a big man as the leader of green mountain. He said, "the old immortal can see for himself."

Liu CI looked into his eyes.

Tianguang peak is very quiet.

The shadow cast by the scabbard on the stone tablet slowly changes its length.

I don't know how long it took, Liu CI said, "OK."

The man walked towards the edge of the cliff.

Liu CI said, "you don't have to die."

The man said, "thank you for your mercy, but you can't live without death."

Since it is a letter, you can't stay after it is opened, or someone will find the secret.

The man walked to the edge of the cliff and calmly jumped into the sea of clouds. There was no scream or exclamation. After a long time, a slight crash came from under the cliff. Liu CI walked to the cliff and looked at the West Sea thousands of miles away in silence. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.