Chapter 1111 Everything is gone, tomorrow is the autumn wind
The Jingtian in front of them called himself Yuntianhe, which made everyone feel confused, scared and happy at the same time.
They looked at each other and murmured in low voices. Some people said that they had seen some so-called divine kung fu, which was also a technique of asking the ancestors to come down to earth to possess the body. Maybe Singang Tian's trick was just like this, but he could suppress the evil sword fairy with his backhand. Such skills
It was too shocking. Several disciples shouted, "Is it really true that Patriarch Yun is in front of you?"
Tang Xuejian rushed to him, frowning and pursed her lips, unable to say a word. Her red eyes burned like coals, scorching the man's features.
Yun Tianhe showed a shy smile like a child in embarrassment, raised his hand and patted the forehead of the girl in front of him, "Okay, okay, don't cry." Such a loving and generous look on his face made Jingtian's gloomy face.
The wind also became gentle and smooth, making Tang Xuejian completely realize that the person in front of him was his ancestor who had been dead for many years, the invincible Dongxu Sword Master in ancient and modern times.
"The Patriarch is here, I would like to be bowed down by my disciples!" The Shenjian disciples gathered around him eagerly and paid homage to him.
"Ouch, ouch! What are you doing?" Yun Tianhe scratched his face anxiously, and raised his hand, making these filial disciples and disciples straighten their knees and stand stiffly in front of him. Everyone felt that their bodies were out of control.
, there was an extraordinarily warm breath in his chest, as if he had been basking in the sun, and the warm quilt was covering his body. Many people had just been injured by the evil sword immortal's lightning, but they immediately recovered.
Tang Xue stopped talking. She didn't care about the Patriarch in her heart. She only wanted that stupid boy. If Yuntianhe borrowed his body and resurrected his soul, and then took over Jingtian's body, what difference would it make if he died?
Perhaps trying to find out what she was thinking, Yun Tianhe smiled cheerfully at her and said, "Don't worry, I'll be leaving soon."
His words made the disciples extremely sad. Is there anyone in the world who doesn't admire Yun Zong's style, and who doesn't want to be by his side? Everyone offered words to persuade him to stay. But although Yun Tianhe spoke kindly and had a good temper, he said
Things that are said out loud will not change. His father also taught him that a gentleman means a promise. In the past, Yun Tianhe didn't understand what a gentleman was and what a promise was. Later, Han Lingsha taught him this truth.
"Okay, okay, are you all learning swordsmanship?"
"Yes, exactly."
"You've all practiced well." Yun Tianhe smiled with satisfaction. He stood on tiptoe and looked over the crowd at Qin Xinzhuang Mengdie, who was wandering in front of the tomb. He looked puzzled, and then looked up at the sky, surprised, "
Oh! Why are the stars falling that day?"
Everyone was talking about the troubles caused by Jingtian. Yun Tianhe nodded clearly and patted the chest of the figure, "This person is quite capable, no worse than me."
The monks who gathered from all directions were dumbfounded by this statement. Some of them did not know Yun Tianhe's identity, or suspected that Jingtian was playing tricks, so they started making noises. Qingluan Peak had not been as lively as tonight for a long time.
Yun Tianhe didn't pay attention to the words in his ears. Maybe he was tired of standing still, so he finally stopped staying at the same place. He stepped forward, but there were people like a sea, but they told him to separate a smooth road.
The lonely purple-robed Qin Xin in front of the tomb heard the chirping sound behind him, and his steps revealed a strange familiarity, and a pair of godless boys finally showed their spirit.
"Mengli, is that you?"
"I'm not her." Zhuang Mengdie stood like a porcelain vase, filled with an empty bowl of water, reflecting the embarrassing hundred years of loneliness. Looking back, she never looked at Yuntianhe or the mountains at night beside him.
, never looked at the stars and moon in the sky, only stared at the void, as if looking at distant memories.
"You are not her. Where did she go?" Yun Tianhe has always been a slow person, whether he was alive or now possessed and resurrected, he asked seriously because he missed Liu Mengli very much.
"She? She had a dream. It was such a long dream...she couldn't wake up."
"Where is her dream?" Yun Tianhe asked sadly and anxiously.
Dream, dream is the hometown of a person who is sleeping soundly. It floats in the mind of the dreamer and is a completely illusory realm. Having said that, when a real person falls into a dream and sleeps for a thousand years, the scenery in the dream is as vivid and the characters are vivid, as if the whole world is included in it. Based on Liu Mengli's Taoist skills, if she had a dream, it must be a paradise hidden in the universe. When Zhuang Mengdie said that she had a dream, Yun Tianhe fully understood that the woman in front of him who looked exactly like Liu Mengli was her. A piece of debris flew out of a dream.
"I don't know." Zhuang Mengdie stood still, only the long wind at night blew the skirt of her skirt, like a slightly rippling purple lake.
Yuntianhe was at a loss. Since he remained silent, everyone on the mountain gradually became quiet.
"She misses you so much."
Far far away in the southeast, several bolts of lightning burst out from the dark clouds in the sky, and rolling thunder could be heard in the distance. It was raining somewhere in the world.
People turned their heads and looked thoughtfully. At night, the green pines and cypresses under the purple clouds were covered with silver frost. Within the mountain col and above the wilderness, the lights of thousands of houses were dimly like star beans.
Yun Tianhe smiled so much that his eyebrows fluttered, "I miss her too!"
He didn't have any melancholy, no sentimentality of separation, some of it was sincere, and some of it was the unmistakable joy of the moment. When he thought of her, he couldn't help but feel happy.
Zhuang Mengdie finally raised her eyes and stared at this man. Although the skin belonged to Sedum, the ten thousand-year-old spirit was undoubtedly that Yuntianhe who traveled across the six realms and was free to do whatever he wanted.
After two hundred years of separation, the world has undergone many changes. He passed away with a long song, leaving behind a trace that cannot be traced. She fell into a deep sleep and had an eternal dream.
One is the spirit of the sword, which borrows the body to return to the soul, and the other is Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly, whose spirit should come to the world.
The mountain wind is cold tonight.
Zhuang Mengdie smiled brightly, "Master Yun, you haven't changed at all." She looked up at the sky, and the stars illuminated her eyebrows, which were elegant and gentle, just like when they first met. She moved and turned around, Looking at the pair of tombs, "We have been separated for many years. The monument carved for you has also become old."
Yuntianhe stepped forward, stood side by side with her, stretched out his hand to wipe Han Lingsha's tombstone, "Mengli, the words you carved are more beautiful than the ones I carved."
"Mr. Yun, Tianhe, would you like to come with me for a walk?" Liu Mengli said softly, fearing that her words would be too deep and her hard-won encounter would be shattered.
"Okay, okay, let's go." Yun Tianhe took Liu Mengli's hand.
Tang Xuejian shouted in the distance.
So the two of them left, and everyone saw Qinxinzhuang Mengdie leading a white figure, walking hand in hand toward the sky. The stars were like a magpie bridge at their feet, spanning billions and billions of miles across the universe. As tonight Boundless, never-ending wind, like flying feathers, the swan geese disappeared without a trace.
Jingtian stayed where he was, covering his forehead.
The girl from the Tang family rushed over, "Little guy, are you okay?!"
"Yes." His expression became cold and sad again, but this gesture made Tang Xuejian sincerely happy.
"What trick did you use just now? You actually invited Patriarch Yun? You are really awesome!"
Not to mention that Tang Xue was curious, who among the people present didn't stretch their ears?
Jingtian patted the rotten iron sword on his waist, "It's swordsmanship. My splendid sword."
Broken copper and iron, but with a beautiful heart, often with unique tricks, and another wonderful realm. Now Jingtian swordsmanship has become mature, the sword's intention is psychic, and there are countless magical changes. He has become one of the best swordsmen in the world, and has even been praised by the clouds.
Zong Praise, this is no small matter, given time, he may be able to achieve unparalleled prestige.
Tang Xue saw that Ningchou's eyebrows suddenly relaxed, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She smiled happily, "With such sword skills, no one in the world will look down on you anymore."
She was worried that Sedum would be bullied, worried that Sedum would commit suicide, and worried that Sedum would never recover. Now that all her worries are gone, she has not smiled so brightly and cheerfully for a long time.
Sedum's lips trembled slightly, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't speak. He just stepped forward, opened his arms, and slowly embraced the girl in red shirt in front of him, hugging her tightly.
Tang Xuejian was stunned for a while, and then she also reached out and hugged his body, resting her chin on Jingtian's shoulder, breathing out a long breath, her tense back suddenly relaxed, she put her lips to his ear, and chuckled: "
I told you to take advantage."
Tonight, somewhere in the world, it is raining lightly. The distant thunder is like a dense drum.
The chief of Shenjian Sect, Shi Renxiong, received the message from the leader and rushed thousands of miles to help. By the time he arrived at Qingluan Peak, everything had been settled. The junior brothers and sisters came forward to report. After learning the whole story, the senior brother sighed with emotion: "That's right.
It’s this guy who’s in charge.”
Jingtian had already learned from Tang Xuejian's mouth how his fellow disciples had protected him in the past. When he saw his senior brother, he couldn't help but feel ashamed and bent down to bow before him.
"Don't act like a little girl." Shi Renxiong helped him up, "Just be yourself. Our sect is upright and will never allow anyone to be wronged. Now that the human world is in trouble, we still need you and me to work together.
Since you have such magical powers, you will do more for the world in the future, and your reputation as a chivalrous person will be passed down through the ages. Your visit to this world is worthy of you."
These words also inspired the heroes, and when they looked at Jingtian again, they were already looking at each other with admiration. Naturally, there are those who sincerely wish you well, and there are those who are jealous and slanderous. Gains and losses of honor and disgrace, Jingtian no longer cares much. He originally thought that he was the one
Be cautious and cautious, keep your neck open
A common man who strives for fame and wealth, but in the face of hundreds of people's colors, he is calm and composed, physically and mentally stable. Perhaps after experiencing such hardships, the complicated world has long been silent, and the dusty jade has been withered into a grain.
A brilliant pearl.
You can practice swordsmanship just as you have the courage to do so.
The Evil Sword Immortal was sealed in an unnamed deep valley in Ziyunjia. Jingtian explained that just now he used his sword intention to activate the legacy of the Yun Sect on Qingluan Peak, manifesting himself as the founder, and suppressed the powerful enemy with the back of his hand.
He is powerful and majestic, but after all, his skills are still weak and it is difficult to sustain. Patriarch Yun does it casually and does not care. Such a seal must not be strong. If no one is watching, it may only be suppressed for a hundred years. It needs to be dealt with as soon as possible.
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When everyone hurried to the deep valley to capture the Evil Sword Immortal, they found that dozens of unknown monks were already wandering in the valley.
"Fellow Taoists, please be polite. I, Shi Renxiong, have been ordered by Master Chu Hanjing of the Divine Sword Sect to apprehend the Demonic Evil Sword Immortal. This demon is now trapped in the valley. This is not a kind place. Please leave as soon as possible. Do not
It’s better to draw fire and burn your body.”
These unknown monks came forward in twos and threes, some greeted them with smiles, and some were wary. After hearing Shi Renxiong's name, a monk in green clothes came forward to greet him. He told his origins and found out that this man was from a nearby village.
Looking at the strange light dazzling this place from a distance, he was amazed, so he came to check it out. Several of his companions also came with the same intention.
Some of the righteous monks were hot-tempered and began to drive away the people. The two sides argued and started shouting. Those unknown monks had the same hatred at this time. They moved forward and retreated quietly, each occupying a corner, and secretly laid out a plan.
One level of formation.
Shi Renxiong was a smart man. Seeing this situation, he hurriedly intervened. Before he could persuade him, a heavy mist appeared inexplicably in the valley. It was subtle at first, but it became clear after half a moment. This hazy white mist seemed to come from the hillsides on both sides.
It rolled up and down, and was trapped in it from all directions.
The fog miasma came unexpectedly, and all the heroes were alert. Shi Renxiong was about to cut away the clouds with his sword, when he suddenly heard a loud roar from the bottom of the valley.
The long howl is sad, beautiful and fierce, and the mourning is endless, and those who hear it are horrified.
"No! It's the devil who wants to break the seal and be born!" Senior Brother shouted in a deep voice, "All the disciples listen to the order and form the Taiyi Four Elephant Sword Formation!"
"It's late."
Before Shi Renxiong could lead the crowd into formation, the scholar in green who had just had a pleasant chat with him took out the jade tablet from his sleeve and attacked him from behind. This man was not a very good person, but his skills were truly astonishing. The jade tablet in his hand was even more capable of breaking magic.
, with just one blow, Shi Renxiong's back was split open, his insides were burned, and he almost fainted.
"Elder brother!" "Master Xiluan!" The heroes were shocked and angry.
These monks are not boring people. They are basically the accomplices of the Evil Sword Immortal. They are all Shinto evil followers.
The force of the army is like water and fire, and victory or defeat is easier in an instant. The evil enemy is waiting for work, and it is unexpected. Before the heroes can take action, they have already launched their formation.
All I could see was the vast white frost mist all around, rolling up in an instant, releasing thousands of rays of rays of light, with endless auspicious colors, turning the human world into a celestial palace.
Several swordsmen rose into the air with their swords and flew upwards, but the fairy clouds were like water, and they could not see the end. After flying for a few breaths, their companions around them had disappeared into the mist. They could neither see clearly nor hear clearly. Only then did they know
The methods of evil spirits are extraordinary. They can actually turn things upside down and confuse the six senses. If you cannot break the evil array, you will definitely be doomed.
The members of the Shenjian Sect were calm in the face of danger, and sent a few people to step forward to contain the evil cultivator, while the rest hurriedly snatched away the senior brother.
The stone man Xiong's lungs were injured and he couldn't stop coughing up blood. When he saw the fairy light bursting out in the fog, he tried his best to send a message: "Don't worry about me! Form an array quickly! What these people have set up is the Tianque Purple Gold Spirit Summoning Array, which is a Shinto method.
Guide the heavenly generals who protect the Dharma, the priests will not die, and the Dharma protectors will not be destroyed, so we still need to deal with it carefully."
The senior brother revealed the mystery in one breath, and the disciples of the Divine Sword hurriedly formed a sword formation. As expected, heavenly soldiers and generals appeared in the mist. As far as the eye could see, there were countless numbers, each with majestic appearance and amazing magic weapons.
,just like
The style of an army. The evil cultivators of Shinto used magic formations to summon the heavenly soldiers. The formation was unbreakable and the soldiers were undefeated. The heavenly soldiers protecting the law were tightly arranged and the laws were solid. It can be said to be the formation within the formation. The military formations protect the magic formations and the magic formations assist the military formations.
Linked together, we remain invincible.
This kind of attack was really astonishing. From the first encounter, the blood of the righteous swordsman was spilled in the sky.
Shi Renxiong took the elixir and used his martial arts to suppress the injury. When the injury no longer worsened, he immediately stepped forward to fight. While instructing his fellow swordsmen to gather the righteous swordsmen to avoid being poisoned by evil people, he also observed the enemy's formation and explored the formation's openings.
The Four Symbols Sword Formation of Taiyi was created by the sages who copied the sword intention of Yun Zong. In Taiyi, the yin and yang remain unchanged, and Huimo is too empty. In the Four Symbols, the movements of yin and yang, and the changes in the five elements, Taiyi performs the four images, which can be inherited.
The Tao transforms all the qi into one body, making it extremely changeable. This formation can best combine the power of many people. Two people can defeat an army together, and ten people can defeat a thousand armies. Their numbers are endless, and they will eventually swallow up the heaven and the earth.
The atmosphere of the situation. The disciples of the Divine Sword are all chosen at the moment, and each has his or her own merits. However, in this formation, they can work together and with an unwavering mind. Even if there are thousands of difficulties and obstacles, they should make progress without retreating. Only in this way can we change the world.
Vigor. Therefore, this formation is extremely simple, ingenious and sophisticated on the inside, but plain and simple on the outside. As long as there are many people working together, it will be the best formation in the six realms.
The heroes of the Righteous Way joined forces to fight against the enemy. No matter how the torrent of the heavenly soldiers who protected the law swept across them, they were all wiped out by a plain green sword rainbow. However, the military formations were destroyed and reborn. If they could not break through the purple and gold spiritual summoning formation of Tianque, they would still be defeated.
Shi Renxiong presided over the formation. Not long after, his injury recurred and he suddenly declined. His disciples of the same generation stepped forward to take over, so he was replaced in the rear for recuperation. Although he was seriously injured, he still refused to rest, and together with several senior practitioners, he
Study the method of breaking the formation. This Shinto Purple Gold Spirit Summoning Formation is here
It has always been a mystery, but it is truly extraordinary and not like the atmosphere in the human world. The evil cultivator can also gather the incense in the world and become a Taoist. He has various supernatural powers, profound magic power, and countless guardian spirits. He is definitely not a dead person. Since it cannot be forcibly broken through with brute force.
If you don't have a formation, you can only compete with your Taoist skills.
When it comes to Shinto methods, although they are simple and easy to practice, they do not understand the mysteries of heaven, do not know the circulation of all qi, and the fundamental roots of yin and yang. They only rely on strange techniques and cunning to deceive the people, accumulate sand to build a tower, and acquire bloated magic power. They usually act domineeringly.
Fortunately, when a person encounters a true Taoist and a true cultivator, he will show his timidity within a moment. This also involves gains and losses.
Jingtian and Tang Xue saw the two of them working hard in the formation. Although they were worried about their elder brother's injury, there was nothing they could do at the moment and they could only wait patiently. Some people here couldn't bear to see a sinner like Jingtian stealing the show, so they couldn't help but try to make quick talk.
The words contained a gun and a stick, asking him to use his power again to save everyone from the fire and water.
Tang Xue raised her eyebrows and frowned, and said in a cold voice: "At such a critical juncture, you still want to sow discord and make your enemies laugh for nothing. Is this what you call righteousness and integrity?"
Jingtian bowed his head and apologized, "My skills are only shallow, and I only asked the founder to use Lingdi's wonderful magic. Seniors, I apologize for my incompetence."
His words were humble and sincere, coupled with Tang Xue's awe-inspiring righteousness, the heroes were blameless and could put aside their grudges and work together to fight against the enemy.
The two armies were in a stalemate, and after a quick stick of incense, Shi Renxiong and other cultivators finally discovered the changes in Qi, found out the location of the enemy's formation gate, and instructed the righteous knights to criticize the strong and destroy the weak. They captured and killed more than ten evil cultivators one after another, and an endless stream of guardian heavenly soldiers emerged.
It will be difficult to recover for a long time, and the decline is fully apparent.
Seeing that the thieves were defeated, the thieves couldn't help but be shocked. The scholar in green who wounded Shi Renxiong ordered his companions to each offer a hundred-year-old incense, a spirit god, a pair of spirit boys, and a pair of spiritual talismans. They then used secret methods to sacrifice and unite the spirits.
God, the soul boy exhausted his energy to replace the dead clay body, and then he replaced the evil sword fairy from the seal.
Once the Evil Sword Immortal got out of trouble, his hatred was overwhelming. Since he got the secret help of the Immortal God from the Demon Locking Tower, he improved day by day and achieved a certain level of success.
, has been in business for many years, and has built up a solid foundation. He just joined the WTO and vowed to make a difficult-to-reach goal.
His achievements. He was so ambitious and strategizing that he stirred up the situation. He claimed to be the future master of the six realms. He never thought that he would fall into the hands of this young man Jingtian today. If he hadn't escaped immediately when he saw the opportunity, he would have almost died.
His life was lost here, and Wang Tu's hegemony was in vain. How could he not be upset?
This demon was transformed by the evil thoughts of the Five Elders of Shu Mountain. He also practiced Shinto evil methods. He was located in Ziwei, surrounded by stars. Therefore, not only was his power as deep as the sea, but his Taoism was also superb and broad.
The weapon formations are all brilliant. In this vast world, in today's world, there are only a handful of people who can defeat others.
Hearing the roar of the Evil Sword Immortal to silence the clouds, the heroes of the Righteous Way couldn't help but change their expressions. Just now on Qingluan Peak, the demon's arrogance was vividly visible. If Jingtian had not won by surprise, the rest of the generation would have been buried in Qingshan by now.
Tang Xue saw the leader's jade order flashing in her arms. She took it out and took a look. She was overjoyed and said hurriedly: "Fellow Taoists, leader Chu has learned the whole story. He has taken care of the sect's urgent matters and will be here soon. As long as you persist,
Everything will be fine soon!"
Everyone couldn't help but be excited, and the evil Shinto cultivator was also worried when he heard this.
The Evil Sword Immortal ignored the dissuasion of his subordinates, took charge of the central army, and attacked the Taiyi Four Symbol Formation brazenly. With his help, the Heavenly Que Spirit Summoning Formation, which was in danger, was immediately stabilized, and the Heavenly Generals and Priests were like crossing the river.
The crucian carp is coming in droves, and there is no shortage of phantoms of immortals and gods from the heavenly world coming to the world. All kinds of mysterious methods are attacking at once, making it even more difficult for the heroes of the righteous path.
Before the heroes could take a breath, the Evil Sword Immortal used another method to confuse the mind and the gods. The demonic sound penetrated the ears, the hearts of the people fluctuated, and the sword formation was destroyed by itself.
Except for those who have a clear sword heart and are not disturbed by external demons, there may be other ways to calm the mind and stay calm. All the monks can't bear it. Fifty-six out of ten of them fall to the ground in despair, twelve out of ten are confused and crazy, and the rest are in a state of confusion.
, can't extricate themselves.
Jingtian's sword intention is superb and unmoved. There are many heroes and wizards in the Divine Sword Sect, but they rarely get hit. Unfortunately, the sword formation has been broken, the opportunity has been lost, and swords and spears from ten sides are attacking. Now I can only try my best to protect myself.
The situation took a turn for the worse and was almost dangerous, but several knights lost their lives in an instant, and it was really impossible to protect them all.
The Evil Sword Immortal laughed loudly, "Little friend Jing! Don't hide! I miss you so much!"
"Devil! You don't run for your life, but you are here chirping. Are you not afraid of Patriarch Yun?" The disciple of the Divine Sword threatened and cursed without any fear.
Jingtian asked a fellow disciple to take care of Tang Xuejian. He looked around the killing field, and the distant thunder echoed in his ears. It was late summer and early autumn, the south wind was blowing rain, and there were many thunders in the mountains. It was God's will to kill.
He went into battle alone, and saw the soldiers slashing and slashing him with swords, not moving. The senior brother beside him took action to protect him.
"You can feel free to use your sword. As long as I am here, no sword in the world can hurt you."
The Evil Sword Immortal stopped the army and confronted Jingtian from afar. He suppressed the anger in his heart, and his face was filled with a clear breeze, "I would like to see what kind of world Jing Xiaoyou's sword intention is. If you can inspire me again
That Yun Zong's clever idea is that I have bad luck and will flee overseas from now on, hiding on the reefs of Zhuzhou, and never take a step forward in the Central Plains."
Jingtian's eyes were dead and heavy. Perhaps he had a lot of thoughts and his temples were gray. He looked pale. He was about to say something serious, but he was relieved and discouraged before he even reached his lips.
The Evil Sword Immortal is naturally a respectable opponent, and he is also the root of the chaos in the six realms. To fight against such a person is really beyond the reach of a hero. A true hero does not require magical powers, but a firm mind and a strong will.
Only by being calm and open-minded can you achieve what others cannot. Otherwise, you will be happy when you see benefits, sad when you lose power, angry when you are humiliated, arrogant when you hear flattery, fearful when facing danger, and your seven emotions will be disturbed, and you will eventually be unable to achieve anything.
Jingtian does not regard himself as a hero. He clearly understands that he is a little person, not a god in heaven, not a prince of the Jiang Kingdom, but in this life. He is responsible for entertaining guests and appreciating antiques in Yong'an Hall of Yuzhou City, with a monthly salary of half a tael.
The waiter with thirty coppers left, his favorite food on weekdays is the bread across the street.
The taste of the fresh pork buns served in the store was clearly remembered by his lips and tongue. Every time he thought of it, his mouth watered. He had never liked the person he liked most before. Maybe he did, but he just didn't dare to admit it.
Now there is a girl surnamed Tang who wears red, has a fierce and bold temperament, and is very chivalrous.
People who care too much will always be afraid of death.
However, when encountering danger, he would always be the first to stand up. Long before everyone decided to sacrifice their lives, it was he, a little person, who took the lead in attacking a powerful enemy.
This was not out of guilt or to make up for the misfortune he had committed, but rather the morality in his heart. It was a green edge that he had sharpened for twenty years. He had no regrets when he took it out of its sheath. This was the spirit of Jingtian.
So he smiled freely and said, "To deal with a demon like you, there is no need to invite the ancestor to come. He, Jingtian, is a great hero of the generation."
"Everything is gone outside the body, and life is in the mirror. Just keep the snow on your temples and face the autumn wind tomorrow."
Jingtian drew out the sword from his waist and spoke frankly.
