Light rain fell all over the city, very slowly and intermittently.
The landscape of West Lake in the rain is hazy, as beautiful as a fantasy.
The saint, dressed in casual clothes, rented a boat and went boating on the lake, looking indescribably relaxed and carefree.
Without the black cloak that symbolized mystery and power, the saint in the rain looked like a young man with a slightly weaker constitution.
He is thirty-seven or eighteen years old, and his face is pale. His appearance is not handsome, but he is very clean, so his appearance seems to be younger than his actual age.
The rain in Lin'an seemed to have weakened his sword intent.
The saint, who was always enveloped by the sword's will, now looked extremely gentle, and no longer had the slightest bit of fierceness before.
The boat drifted aimlessly along with the turbulent water waves.
The saint looked intently at the water waves in front of him.
His eyes were no longer as sharp as before, only the most focused seriousness and expectation remained.
He is fishing.
It's like I'm fishing with all my heart.
Such saints are attentive and gentle.
But he was extremely focused and terrifying.
A phone rang suddenly.
The saint frowned, took out the phone, looked at the number, and said helplessly: "You scared away my fish."
A quiet voice sounded on the phone: "So I don't have any fish to eat, right?"
"It depends on luck."
The saint shook his head: "I am in the middle of the lake."
"almost there."
The person on the phone said simply and then hung up the phone.
The saint put down his cell phone and continued to stare at the lake, lost in thought.
He made an appointment with someone today, but it was not the person on the phone.
This is an accident.
Unexpected phone calls and unexpected people scared away not only his fish, but also disturbed his state of mind.
The saint sighed softly. He had been recovering from his injuries in Lin'an for nearly half a month.
He had not received any news from any quarter, so his mind was extremely calm.
He very much hoped that his heart could continue to be peaceful.
A black shadow suddenly appeared on the hazy lake.
The black shadow walked on the water under the gloomy sky, bringing up a strong wind.
The surface of the lake swayed with the wind.
The boat tossed in the turbulent water.
The saint simply put down his fishing rod. In this state, the fish would not take the bait even if it was stupid.
Dark shadows in the strong wind fell on the boat.
The shadow was wearing a black cloak, its body was hunched, and as soon as its feet landed on the ground, it started coughing violently.
The saint frowned slightly and looked at the old man who cooperated with him most tacitly.
"You are seriously injured. If you don't stay at home, why are you running around?"
"A life of hard work."
The military advisor suppressed his cough and smiled: "It's not like you. You go to Lin'an to hide and don't think about anything anymore."
"Some things just can't be done."
The saint said calmly.
The military advisor was silent for a while, then sat down next to the saint. Feeling the saint's extremely weak aura, the military advisor's voice was slightly condensed: "How could your injury be so serious? It's been nearly half a month and you haven't recovered at all?"
"Who told you that I was recovering from my injuries?"
The saint smiled calmly.
"what are you doing then?"
The military advisor's voice was a little cold.
"Learning the sword."
The saint said seriously: "I am learning the sword, the strongest sword."
Tianjiao's sword is naturally the most difficult and the strongest.
The military advisor's anger just rose.
"How was the harvest?"
he asked.
"Disaster."
The saint shook his head.
The military advisor didn't speak for a while.
The water surface calmed down again.
The boat continued to float on the lake.
The saint's palm suddenly lifted upward.
A fat and big fish landed on the boat under the tug of the fishing rod.
The military advisor still didn't speak.
The saint ignored him and skillfully killed the fish, peeling off the scales and removing the internal organs.
Dress with some simple seasonings.
Cumin chili...
The saint spread the seasoning on the fish.
A weak but hot flame burned in his palm.
Grilling fish by hand is quick and the temperature can be controlled at will.
The fish is cooked quickly.
The saints gave half to the military advisor.
The two of them ate a fish in silence.
The fish is seared on the outside and tender on the inside, and the seasoning is just right.
But the taste is average.
“Eastern Europe is a mess.”
The two of them threw the fish bones into the lake without any sense of ethics. The strategist's eyes flashed with ice, and the ice turned into water, washing away the oil stains on his hands.
The military advisor said oh.
"Are you really not going to do something?"
The military advisor looked at the calm and focused saint and asked.
"What can we do in our current situation?"
the saint asked rhetorically.
He was telling the truth. In the battle at Emperor Bingshan, the ten Thunder Realm masters from Tiandu Purgatory, coupled with their reincarnated status as Heavenly Kings, faced an invincible person.
Although the peak invincible state is somewhat special.
But the sword intent that had reached the peak of invincibility did not weaken at all. Under that sword, not to mention the ten Thunder Realm masters who belonged to Tiandu Purgatory, even the generals and dukes who had vaguely surpassed the peak of Thunder Realm were almost
He died on the spot. If the military advisor and the saint had not reacted quickly, they would also have died there.
Or if Xia Zhi can continue to use his sword, the result will not be changed.
The strategist and the saint worked together to avoid the strongest sword intent at the time, but the injuries were so severe that they could not make a move in a short time.
Going to the Snow Country in their current state is simply seeking death, and their role is not even as good as that of an elite in the Burning Fire Realm.
The military advisor was silent, his breath was confused, and he seemed a little irritable.
"In her plan, we would never have appeared on the battlefield in Eastern Europe."
The saint said: "It's just that she is too confident and always thinks she can control everything. But in a real chaos, everyone is adapting to circumstances. Who can really control everything?"
"I'm here to discuss with you, do you want me to do something?"
The military advisor said.
He is different from the saints.
The roads are different, the positioning is different, and the responsibilities are also different.
Now his injuries are equally serious.
But even if the military advisor is seriously injured, he can still do a lot of things.
"If you're not afraid of being exposed, feel free to do whatever you want."
The saint said lightly: "As long as you can bear the consequences, if you have been planning for so many years and you are exposed now, how do you think the boss will thank you?"
The military advisor smiled bitterly.
He also understood what Qin Weibai meant.
Although Samsara has insufficient background, he is not really weak to the point where no one can use him. In fact, speaking in detail, when he went to Emperor Bing Mountain to besiege Xia Zhi, he and the saints did not have to go, and even the Duke and Shura did not have to go.
, it’s nothing more than sending some more manpower. Tiandu Purgatory can spend ten Thunder Realm masters to squander it, and Samsara Palace can grit its teeth and do the same.
But in the end, Qin Weibai chose the strongest fighting force among the four twelve heavenly kings of reincarnation, just to prevent them from participating in the ensuing chaos in Eastern Europe.
However, now that the largest group of elites hidden in the Palace of Reincarnation in Eastern Europe has almost been wiped out, the Palace of Reincarnation has suffered heavy losses, and Qin Weibai's plan will definitely be affected. Under such circumstances, can the trial in Eastern Europe continue?
"It's good to be calm."
The saint said: "The boss now has the Lin clan member by his side, so it won't be a big problem."
"But she was just begging to die!"
The military advisor said in a deep voice.
The saint fell silent, as if he didn't know what to say.
"Why?"
the military advisor asked.
This question is very interesting.
No matter what, the military advisor could not figure out why Qin Weibai wanted to die.
He knew that Qin Weibai was trying to save Li Tianlan.
But seeking death and being certain to die are completely two concepts, one is active and the other is passive.
The military advisor didn't know why.
But he believed the saints knew.
The saint also calls Qin Weibai boss.
But the two of them have no real affiliation, which is different from any other king in reincarnation.
Many times, the two seem to be cooperating.
"She can't figure it out, why?"
The saint sighed softly, and when he mentioned this topic, there was an unconcealable tiredness in his tone.
"We can't stop her decision. But as far as I know, things are not without improvement this time."
He said softly: "So...just calm down."
"Your heart is quite peaceful."
The military advisor sneered, as if he wanted to take out his inner irritability on the saint.
The saint shook his head dumbfounded.
"I must be calm."
His tone was gentle: "Only when you have a calm mind can you break through. In my current state, going to Eastern Europe will have no effect at all. But if I am lucky enough to break through the invincible realm in the near future, it can increase the boss's vitality by three points..."
"If I can become invincible, my sword intention should be able to match the strongest sword..."
The military advisor raised his head and looked at the saint.
"Will you become invincible?"
"sooner or later."
said the saint.
"How sure are you of a breakthrough before the chaos in Eastern Europe ends?"
the military advisor asked.
"Looking at it now..."
The saint thought for a while and said truthfully: "I'm not even sure."
"..."
The strategist's anger began to rise again. Based on his relationship with the saint, the saint would not lie to him. He was not even half sure. What was the difference between that and being unable to break through at all for the time being?
"You need to calm down."
The saint said: "Now you are losing your mind."
The military advisor was furious.
"I can't calm down."
he said.
The wind and rain by the lake fell on her black cloak, making it feel cold.
The military advisor smiled at himself: "I have seen too many ungrateful things over the years. Do you know what I am thinking?"
"Um?"
The saint had some doubts.
"Except for a few truly ungrateful people, the kindness that can be forgotten is not serious enough."
The military advisor said softly: "Brother, if it weren't for her, I don't know what I would be like now. How can I forget this kind of kindness? How can I be calm?"
"..."
The saint was silent for a moment, then said calmly: "Loyalty can make people crazy, and it can also make people sane. How do you choose?"
Crazy is loyalty.
So is the rational one.
The latter is more in line with her requirements.
The answer is very clear and obvious, yet so bitter.
It is also the answer that the military advisor least wants to face.
"What are you doing here?"
asked the saint.
"Find someone."
The military advisor said dullly: "I'm going to Tiannan next."
"Tiannan?"
The saint hesitated.
"It's just a layout, nothing serious."
The saint nodded. The special and sensitive place in Tiannan, if it works well, is a veritable foundation for the emperor.
And that land, to a certain extent, is the foundation that the Reincarnation Palace has specially opened up for Li Tianlan by borrowing all kinds of power. Now everything is developing extremely smoothly. After the chaos in Eastern Europe is over, Li Tianlan and the Donghuang Palace will officially open up there.
Rising, the Palace of Reincarnation naturally cannot give up easily.
No matter what happens, never give up.
Qin Weibai kept them in Central Continent and did not let them participate in the chaos in Eastern Europe, not because they could not play a role in the chaos in Eastern Europe, nor because of danger, but because of the value they brought to bear by staying in Central Continent.
Bigger.
"In that case, you should leave early."
The saint said calmly.
With a flick of his wrist, he pulled another fish out of the water. It was slightly smaller than the previous one, but still weighed two or three kilograms.
"Here comes a fish."
The military advisor looked at the water and said.
"I have an appointment."
The saint shook his head: "It should be coming soon."
"So this isn't for me?"
The saint pointed to the fish on the nail plate.
"If you don't leave, you won't be served fish but swords. I can't stop you."
The saint said, he seemed to have thought of something, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The military advisor immediately knew who the saint had made an appointment with. He shook his head and stood up.
When he was about to step into the water, he suddenly said: "Is that notebook useful?"
"Vital."
There was unabashed reverence in the military advisor's eyes.
"Do you want me to lend it to you?"
"At my age, I have long been hopeless and invincible."
The military advisor shook his head: "Besides, I don't have much interest in the invincible realm. After all, martial arts fighting is not the most suitable stage for me."
His figure stepped on the lake, and a strong wind blew up.
In the turbulent water waves, the military advisor disappeared in an instant.
The saint is still fishing quietly.
Neither hasty nor slowness, neither arrogance nor impatience, and extremely focused.
The rain in West Lake is getting heavier and heavier.
The fog on the lake is getting heavier.
Two people in white clothes walked out of the vast white mist.
A man and a woman, both carrying long swords.
Both of them are probably around forty years old. The man is slightly shorter, just over 1.7 meters tall, but his appearance is extremely outstanding. He has white clothes and white hair, and a face like a crown jewel. This is a man who is extremely reserved and does not reveal anything.
Sword Intent does not reveal any aura. The most profound impression he gives people is his smile, eyes, and mouth. His whole body seems to be smiling, and his smile is so brilliant that it can even be said to be bright.
The woman's figure is extremely tall, conservatively estimated to be 1.75 meters tall, with long black and silky hair that almost reaches her waist. Her face is undoubtedly extremely beautiful, with a standard oval face and delicate and soft facial features, but this kind of beauty
But extremely weird.
It's just like....
A woman without any temperament.
Not delicate, not cold, not charming, not calm, not coquettish.
There is no aura about her, so her beauty looks extremely fragile.
Men and women dressed entirely in white walked calmly across the lake and onto the boat beneath the saint.
There was only one fish in the boat, all alone.
The man in white, who seemed to be smiling even with his eyebrows and hair, chuckled lightly, and said in a warm voice: "This craftsmanship is too bad, a fish is so small, it is not enough to eat."
"Here comes the second one."
The saint chuckled, and a big fish weighing four or five kilograms was thrown out of the lake.
A sword intent appeared in the air.
There is only one sword intention, but it is flying in the air with two completely different artistic conceptions.
The big fish pulled up by the saint is still in the air.
The fish scales, blood stains, and internal organs had already begun to peel off during the rotation. When the big fish landed on the boat, it had become extremely clean.
The man in white whistled and smiled happily.
"One more."
He said: "That's almost it."
The saint smiled, held the fishing rod in his hand casually, and said calmly: "Has Tianlan been looking for you?"
"My level is not high enough."
The man in white chuckled: "He didn't look for me, but he looked for the second sister. The second sister pulled me over. I am alone. I have nothing to do anyway. I can just go to Eastern Europe for a walk."
"Just wander around?"
The saint smiled: "It will kill people."
"how come."
The man in white's smile did not change: "You didn't express your position, and the second sister forced me to come. In the past few days, my junior brother has sent me more than 500 text messages, and there have been countless phone calls. I can't do it if I don't go, and you
If they aren’t here, what’s the point of me staying in the mountains?”
The long-haired woman who had been silent smiled softly.
This was originally a clean woman without any temperament, but as she smiled, her whole person took on an extremely moving grace. That kind of grace was vague and looming, but for a moment, it had a charm that could make the landscape eclipse.
charm.
The saint glanced at her and chuckled: "How many people are you planning to bring?"
"There are not many people I can lead. About eighty to a hundred people, all of whom are truly elite."
The woman said, her voice as soft as the wind, quiet and indifferent.
They are all truly elite.
In their eyes, the real elite cannot be like the Wang family of Beihai, whose average strength is at the peak of the Burning Fire Realm.
But if you select 80 to 100 people, at least half of them will enter the Fire Realm.
The saint nodded and did not express any opinion. He just said casually: "Don't transfer people to my place."
"They are all from me and Chongyang."
The woman's voice was calm.
The saint hummed and said with a smile: "The Snow Dance Army is not bad. It basically gathers the strongest lineups from the Dongcheng Family, Sighing City, and Yaochi. If the Shadow Sect is smart enough, they will also participate. How are your duties arranged?
"
"No job."
The man in white shook his head: "We thought it was troublesome. We originally wanted to nominate me as the chief of staff of the Snow Dance Corps, but I want to take that position, and the second sister is lazy, so it will be difficult for us to arrange for our own people. So I am the chief of staff.
It was pushed, and I led our own people to form a special operations team to facilitate operations."
The saint thought for a while, nodded and said, "That's fine."
"How is senior brother injured?"
The long-haired woman suddenly asked.
"It's a bit troublesome, but it's not a big problem. Give me time and it will heal. I have spent all my energy recently on learning the sword. If I can successfully break through, my injury will heal faster."
The saint said softly: "So I'm afraid I won't be able to go to Eastern Europe this time. It's okay, because of my superficial identity, going to Eastern Europe will be a bit troublesome. You go to Eastern Europe for Tianlan, so I don't need to talk to him. I just want to
Please try your best to help me take care of another person."
"Qin Weibai?"
The man in white raised his eyebrows.
"please."
The saint whispered.
The man in white nodded: "Senior brother, don't worry."
Senior brother.
The saints are not as old as the men and women in white.
But their ranking is not due to their age.
But because of the sword.
Whether in the dark world or in Middle-earth, these men and women in white are truly famous figures.
In the dark world, men are codenamed Yin and Yang.
The female codename is Phantom.
In Central Continent, their codenames have to add two more characters.
Sword Master!
Shushan Phantom Sword Master Yun Qinxi.
Han Chongyang, master of the Yin-Yang Sword of Shushan.
Among the four famous swords in Shushan, whoever holds the Nirvana Sword is the senior brother.
The eldest brother is Kunlun, the master of the Nirvana Sword, and the first heavenly king saint of the Palace of Reincarnation!
Shushan is a very strange martial arts force. They are extremely united internally, but when speaking to the outside world, they always make different voices.
So they rarely express themselves politically.
The permanent minister of the military department in Zhongzhou many years ago was Dongcheng Hanguang.
The previous executive director of the military department was Qi Beicang.
The person who connects the past and the future between these two ministers is Wei Yuanhang, the leader of the Prince Group and the uncle of the Saint Wei Kunlun.
For this reason, this generation of Shushan Nirvana Sword has always been considered to be biased towards the Prince Group.
Zhongzhou is also no stranger to Yun Qinxi.
When she was in her prime, she met Li Kuangtu, the young master of the Li family, and she felt as if she had met a madman and missed her life. After Li Kuangtu rebelled against the country, the Li family collapsed, and Yun Qinxi also hid in Shushan.
Now with the appearance of Li Tianlan, her position is naturally on Li Tianlan's side.
The master of the Yin Yang Sword, Han Chongyang, is a pure swordsman. He seems to have nothing to do with any of the six major groups. However, he has a very good relationship with Suzaku, one of the four spirit generals in Central Continent, and they are mutual confidants. This seems to be his expression.
Stand outside.
As for Taixu Sword Master Li Baitian, the absolute main force of the East Emperor Palace, he is naturally on Li Tianlan's side.
The Shushan sword masters have different positions.
But all the grudges and disputes are outside Shushan.
Because there are only swords in Shushan.
There is no position, no politics and no disputes.
But what everyone in this generation doesn't know is that the four great sword masters of Shushan, both internal and external, seem to have quietly unified their stance.
The identity of Kunlun, the master guard of the Nirvana Sword, may still be within the Prince Group.
But Kunlun, the saint's guardian, is the king of reincarnation.
The third fish takes the bait.
Han Chongyang lit up the fire with a snap of his fingers.
The aroma of grilled fish fills the air.
The three of them finished the fish quietly, and Han Chongyang said: "Second sister wants to visit Mr. Li, senior brother, shall we come together?"
The saint shook his head: "I won't go."
The eaten fish bones were once again thrown into the lake.
Han Chongyang and Yun Qinxi left West Lake at the same time.
The rain stopped in Lin'an.
There is still fog on the lake.
The unfed saint continued fishing.
He looked up at the rain-free sky, lowered his head, and carefully took out a blue notebook from his arms.
For any master in the dark world, this notebook is an absolutely priceless treasure.
Blue notebooks are not expensive.
It is the most common weekly diary in Sky Academy.
What's precious is the handwriting inside. Each stroke records the most glorious years of a true genius.
His forbearance, his planning, his rise, his breakthrough, his love, and his martial arts.
The handwriting in the blue weekly diary is not beautiful, but each stroke is sharp and arrogant. Even after many years, it seems that the sword's intention is still there.
The saint's eyes were so focused that they were almost pious.
He joined the Palace of Reincarnation and became the First King of Reincarnation. The original reason was because of this notebook.
But it was only recently that he actually held this book in his hands.
This is his path to invincibility.
saint.
A proud person can be called a saint.
The saint quietly looked through the notebook in his hand.
His movements were gentle, and his whole person was quiet and focused.
From weak to invincible, to invincible, to supreme.
A magnificent tragic song, all on paper.
The saint never missed a word or even a punctuation mark in his notebook.
He tried his best to grasp every transition of mood, every perception and thought in the text.
Tianjiao's martial arts is recorded at the end of the notebook.
That is the most detailed, systematic, and messy record.
It seems to be something that the talented genius accidentally recorded when he was sorting out his thoughts.
Martial arts, realm, swordsmanship...
The content is profound but not mysterious.
The saint watched quietly.
There are no more or less records about martial arts. The sharp handwriting on the front and back covers seven pages, like seven chapters.
The saints have seen the final chapter.
I don’t know how many times I’ve read the last chapter.
Among the seven chapters about martial arts, there is a sentence written at the top of each chapter.
A quote from The Analects of Confucius.
The deceased is like a man who never gives up day and night.
Between day and night, it's like the sword's will reaches the sky.
"There should be light to reflect the vastness of heaven and earth. There should be darkness to show the reality of the world. Heaven and earth should have day and night, and the sword should also have day and night."
"The sword of day and night can cut the sky and break the sea."