"what happened?"

"Mr. Gu... wasn't Mr. Gu drawing his sword? Why did it end again?"

"You're so damn drunk in the wind, right? You'd better not let me find you, or I'll mess with you!"

There were curses again and again.

Everyone stared at the picture in the mirror and wanted to wave away the black line in front of them, but then realized that the black line was not their own problem.

Still the same as the first battle between Sword Immortals, there was a thin black thread in the middle of the picture coming out of the missionary mirror.

This treasure seems to have been damaged before?

Even with the great power of the Feng Family in the Southern Territory, they were unable to repair it.

"Pattering..."

It's still raining and the ground is muddy.

"Being frightened, passive value, +1."

Xu Xiao was frightened and broke into a cold sweat. When he woke up and looked at the scene in front of him, he realized that the mysterious door had been closed at some point.

Guyu even returned from the sword of the immortal world, ending his "deified" state just now...

Yes!

Just now, he slashed me with a sword?

Xu Xiaoshou felt that his memory was a little fuzzy. He seemed to have used the Ultimate Giant to block it, but it seemed like he didn't?

If you look into the sea of ​​qi, you will find that the sea of ​​qi is empty.

In fact, he no longer has the idea of ​​a sea of ​​qi. At this moment, all the holy power and spiritual energy that filled his body have been exhausted.

These traces all showed that he had just gone through an extremely brutal battle, but...

It was hard for Xu Xiaoshou to remember the whole process!

"What the hell?"

He didn't want to fight at all.

He flashed to Gu Lao's side.

But at this time, there was already another person beside Gu Yu.

His upper body was lifted up. His messy white hair was dry, curly, and dull, and his face was as pale as paper and covered with wrinkles.

The paper fan that Meisi people never left their bodies was thrown to the ground at some point.

He hugged his old friend with his left hand, and passed around the cold body with his right hand, trying to bring some warmth to it. At the same time, he kept patting Guyu on the back and sighed:

"Why bother? It's just a dream to look at the moon in the water."

Guyu only had more air coming out and less air coming in. He took a deep breath when he heard the sound, choked and coughed heavily, and at the same time, he seemed to be laughing:

"Ha, ha..."

"Siren, you have seen it..."

Mei Siren closed his eyes and tried to recall it, but his mind went blank.

He hugged his old friend closer, leaned his head beside his ear, let the raindrops fall from the sky, dripping down his face, and said with a relaxed smile:

"Not only did I see it, I also remembered it. I remembered it."

Guyu's body stiffened, a smile appeared on his face, and then all movement and sound was lost.

Mei Si's body also froze, and the grief in her eyes turned into tears.

At this moment, the man in his arms trembled again, choked out a hissing breath, and coughed heavily:

"Siren, then you are... amazing..."

"I...anyway, I can't remember anything..."

Mei Siren took a deep breath and thought about it.

Just as he was about to speak, Gu Yu struggled in his arms, raised his hand with difficulty, and made a move towards the wind.

"Child, come here."

There were tears in Feng Zhongzui's eyes, and he couldn't bear to point the preaching mirror at Mr. Gu, so he had to get closer now.

"for me……"

He could only move the preaching mirror again to convey to the world the dejected and dejected look of the First Sword Immortal.

Guyu didn't seem to care at all. After doing this, he couldn't turn away and could only look at the rain quietly.

"I am a disciple of Xuan Miao... I have understood... poetry..."

"What?"

"I said! I realized... a poem! Ahem..."

"Stop making trouble." Mei Siren resisted the urge to slap him, "You are a mountain villager, what do you know about poetry and poetry? Others don't know you, but I don't know you either. You are a good hand at growing melons and fields.

Compose poetry?”

Glancing at the preaching mirror behind him, Mei Siren couldn't bear it any longer, "You can be considered a bit talented."

Guyu coughed and laughed hoarsely, and it took a long time before he could speak again.

"I'm here..."

"Um?"

"I said...you comment...a comment..."

"Oh, okay."

Guyu then stretched out his hand and touched that day, letting the ruthless rain that had lost its power flow down his arm from the palm of his hand.

But there is no touch.

He didn't care, as if he saw Xuan Miao again, his old eyes became brighter, and he raised his voice full of emotion:

"Picking chrysanthemums...under the east fence, leisurely! Seeing Nanshan..."

The corners of Xu Xiaoshou's lips curled up, unable to smile.

Meisi people knew it was copied as soon as they heard it, but they didn't know whose handwriting it was borrowed from, but they still praised:

"What a poem! What a sentence! It seems that after living in seclusion for so many years, you don't have nothing..."

"I'm here!" The man in his arms shook his head again, interrupting him.

Mei Siren lowered his head, "What's wrong?"

Guyu's eyes were straightened, staring blankly at the broken sky between his fingers, and at the Tao that was still elusive so far.

He stared blankly for a long time, and finally saw the light coming from the Xuanmiao Gate, parting the clouds and seeing the future...

Light?

Is there light again?

It's like trying to reconnect with yourself.

Gu Yu's face became a little more shiny.

But in the end the light disappeared, and he found that his mind was still empty, and the light could not enter, as if the mystery had never come.

Guyu lost his mind. He used all his strength to grab the void with his hand, but found nothing.

This is even just an illusion!

His hand had already hit the ground, twisted into a weird posture, and he couldn't even utter a question that was burning in his throat.
Chapter completed!