It is strange to say that in the huge pier, countless people were bustling, but no one saw two young men and women sitting cross-legged on the bank of the river, and no one saw a white-haired old man having an affair with a shadowy figure floating in the air.
The spirit is speaking.
This world is like a small space independent of the human world, so incompatible with the human world.
I don't know how long it took, but Situ Feng suddenly said hoarsely: "I didn't expect that there would still be people in the world who remember me and Qing Lian."
The mysterious old man said silently: "Six thousand years is actually not a long time. There are still some stories about you that have been handed down more or less. If the inheritance of cultivation in the world had not been interrupted and disappeared for two thousand years because of the world-destroying battle, I would
I hope more people will know your story. During that catastrophe, hundreds of thousands of cultivation masters in the world were almost wiped out, and most of the techniques and magic weapons were lost. Oh, what a pity."
Situ Feng's face gradually dimmed, and he said: "Back then, when I killed Qing Lian and Wu Fengjianxia, I was disheartened and felt lifeless, so I chose the path of self-destruction. If Qing Lian and I were still alive back then,
Living, with the two swords combined, it may not be possible to resolve that unprecedented catastrophe."
The mysterious old man shook his head and said: "That was an unprecedented catastrophe that almost destroyed the entire human world. As far as I know, after the catastrophe, there were few masters left in the world of cultivation who could fly with swords, and the mortals suffered heavy losses.
Before the catastrophe, the population of Middle-earth alone exceeded one hundred million. However, after the catastrophe, the population was less than ten million. Blood flowed everywhere, and corpses piled up like mountains. It took six thousand years for the people of the world to gradually recover. In that tragic event
In the catastrophe, even if you, the Invisible Sword God and Fairy Duan Nian are added to it, it will still be irreversible."
Situ Feng nodded silently. He seemed to agree with what this mysterious old man said. Even if he and Su Qinglian combined their swords to sweep across the world, they would not be able to stop the coming catastrophe, because after all, humans cannot fight against the sky, and humans can only conquer the sky.
It's just a ridiculous slogan.
Situ Feng did not dare to think about how many cultivators held magic weapons and shouted "Man can conquer heaven", and then turned into a broken corpse, and then more cultivators rushed forward.
He suddenly said: "As far as I know, cultivation in the world is now very prosperous. Perhaps this kind of catastrophe will happen again in the near future."
The mysterious old man raised his head and looked at the blue sky and white clouds, and said, "Maybe, it was the evil done by the evil god back then."
Situ Feng said silently: "What kind of evil can the Evil God do more than this? The Taixu Chaos Yin-Yang Liuhe Mirror that has been circulated in the world for thousands of years is because it is said that this mirror was left by the Evil God, and it has thousands of connections with what he has learned.
In the past ten thousand years, how many brilliant and talented cultivators have died for that Liuhe Mirror? I’m afraid the number is even more than the number of people who died in that catastrophe, right? Shushan, which was once glorious for ten thousand years, also died because of that.
This small bronze mirror was completely ruined. If Shushan had not been destroyed, what would have happened? The evil god has been away for nearly 20,000 years, but the human world is still played by him. Twenty thousand years, according to the two mortals
One generation in ten years is equivalent to a thousand generations. Even cultivators with long life spans have been reincarnated for one or two hundred generations."
The two people were like a conversation spanning six thousand years of time and space, so mysterious that it was almost incomprehensible. But both of them knew what they were talking about, and they also knew what the other person was talking about.
The evil god, that man who was once crazy and proud in the world, is like the bright sun in the sky. Even though 20,000 years have passed, there are still magical legends about him circulating in the world.
After being speechless for a long time, Situ Feng said: "Your Excellency, you should be from the Cangyun Sect, right?"
The mysterious old man nodded and said, "Senior, how did you figure it out?"
Situ Feng glanced at the guqin on the mysterious old man's knees, and said slowly: "First, you said that it was Yu Jizi who sent you a message. He said that the Wufeng Sword was born, so you came to take a look. According to
As far as I know, Yu Jizi is the current head of Cangyun Sect."
The mysterious old man became interested and said: "One? Are there other reasons?"
Situ Feng glanced at Guqin intentionally or unintentionally, and said: "Although I woke up from a deep sleep not long ago, I have been hiding in the sea of Ye Xiaochuan's soul. I don't know much about the current world, but I still have a certain understanding of Cangyun Sect.
A general understanding. The three great magic weapons of Cangyun Sect are Samsara, Wushuang, and Zhanchen. The Samsara Divine Sword is a token of the past heads of Cangyun Sect. The Zhanchen Sword is now in the hands of a female disciple named Yun Qiyou, and you
There is a sword hidden in his guqin. If I feel right, it should be Wushuang, one of the three great weapons of Cangyun Sect."
The mysterious old man grinned, but his face was full of wrinkles, and his smile seemed a bit more ferocious than crying.
Situ Feng said: "Why are you laughing?"
The mysterious old man said: "If I had been born six thousand years earlier, you and I would have been best friends."
Situ Feng also smiled and said: "I didn't have many friends back then, to be precise, I didn't have any."
The mysterious old man asked strangely: "Why?"
Situ Feng said proudly: "A sword without an edge can withstand the cold at high places. Who among all living beings in the world is worthy of being my friend?"
After more than six thousand years of death, with only a trace of his soul left, Situ Feng is still the proud invisible sword god, and his aura that dominates the world will never dissipate in the slightest because of his death.
The mysterious old man nodded and said: "That's right. The name of the Invisible Sword God back then was indeed enough to frighten the world. There are many secrets that only the heads of Cangyun Sect in the past generations know. There are no written records. They are all spoken by each generation of heads.
It has been passed down from generation to generation, but the old man knows more or less. To be precise, the old man has to call his predecessor "ancestor". Cangyun Sect's most powerful sword skills and magical powers as well as the Yin Yang, Qian Kun Dao are actually inherited from you.
The magical power of that time.”
Situ Feng smiled calmly and said: "You are serious. The true method of Cangyun Sect was left by me, but it was not created by me."
The mysterious old man was a little surprised now and said: "Oh? I wonder where the senior master came from?"
Situ Feng smiled mysteriously and said: "Let me tell you this, your Cangyun Sect is actually the descendant of the evil god you just mentioned who has committed countless crimes."
The mysterious old man was dumbfounded, then laughed loudly and said: "That's it, that's it, I understand!"
After saying that, the figure of the mysterious old man suddenly began to become illusory, and the sound of the guqin sounded again. He said slowly: "If I can meet my senior in my lifetime, I can solve a major mystery in my life and solve the mystery of Cangyun's origin. I will have no regrets."
When the soul of my predecessor disappears and returns to the universe, I will sacrifice a cup of bad wine and coarse tea in the distance, hoping that I will not die of old age by then."
When the sound of the piano began to weaken, the old man had disappeared. Situ Feng looked up and saw the mysterious old man with white hair sitting on a flower boat going down the river with his legs crossed.
It was so close that only the faint sound of the piano seemed to be faintly audible.
