The ice fields in the far north can breed natural spiritual treasures like ice lotus, and naturally they can also breed others.

It's just that such magic weapons are mostly collected by wealthy families.

Everything is born, and there are gains and losses.

It's just that gains and losses are not determined by humans, but by God.

The so-called man's determination to conquer heaven may mean that the gains and losses of heaven and earth are taken away and turned into increases and decreases of oneself.

Ye Chuxiao did not take the handkerchief and wiped his face with his sleeve: "I was wrong, it's just a little dewy here."

The girl blankly took back the handkerchief in her hand, then looked around, then found a spot that looked good, placed some utensils in the air, and started painting.

Ye Chuxiao didn't pay much attention to the girl, turned his face and continued to observe.

Seeing all sentient beings is a different kind of accumulation. Ye Chuxiao doesn't know if he will have time and opportunity to come back again after leaving this time, so he just wants to see all of them in one go.

Time passes quietly.

There seems to be no difference between now and then.

But for Ye Chuxiao, he seemed to have experienced thousands of reincarnations in the passing of time.

Watching other people's past, and then looking directly at the last glow of their souls, even though they are bystanders, they often feel the same way.

"Which...have you seen 'Bei Qiuye'?" It was the same girl as before. She came closer again and asked Ye Chuxiao in a low voice.

Ye Chuxiao nodded: "I've seen it before. It's a little northwest, near the ribbon-like aurora. You can go look for it."

"Oh! OK! Thank you!"

"I plan to use a total of twelve paintings to collect and organize Bei Qiuye's life."

"She is the first recorded female swordsman. She used the 'Thousand Threads Winding Lamp Sword Technique' during her lifetime to defeat invincible opponents in the world. However, not many specific past events about her have been handed down. Even her

Because no one can master the true form of his swordsmanship, it has been split into many different swordsmanships, which is very substandard."

"Because of this, some people feel that she is not worthy of the title of Sword God, and that she is just over-hyped. I just want to use my paintings to present the past of a female sword god and give her justice." The girl was minding her own business.

Said on the side.

Ye Chuxiao listened but did not reply.

In his opinion, Bei Qiuye's life, even though it had some ups and downs, could still be regarded as a good thing.

She lost her family at a young age but unexpectedly became a disciple of an expert. She became famous at a young age and was sought after by celebrities in the world. She is one of the most prestigious female heroes. At this stage, Bei Qiuye is actually from a famous family, has a beautiful appearance, and some cultivation.

However, there is not much difference between the female cultivators who are not very advanced. They are often the "destined" confidante of some so-called young heroes in the world of martial arts, and the medals of merit of some so-called powerful men in the world of martial arts.

The real turning point of her fate came when she was thirty-eight years old. That year, her husband died in a duel with a demon cult monk, and her two sons and one daughter also died tragically due to conspiracy. She took the sword out of the Bishui Mountain and began to sharpen it.

The battle between swords and heroes lasted for fifty years.

Fifty years later, Bei Qiuye was already an extremely powerful person in his artistic conception, and his swordsmanship was even more superb. At that time, in terms of swordsmanship, no one could surpass him.

It's a pity that after a hundred years, they are still gone.

"Thousands of threads wrapped around the silver lamp, the name sounds beautiful, but her swordsmanship is not beautiful at all."

"The eternity of heaven and earth will eventually end. This hatred lasts forever. This is the true meaning of her swordsmanship. Without the endless, seemingly endless hatred and resentment wrapped in silk threads, there would be no need for this thousand-silk silver lamp.

The true power of swordsmanship."

"This is normal. Techniques are only carriers of the soul and will after all. It's just that some great masters have broad minds and the means they create can carry the thoughts of more people." Ye Chuxiao said.

Living in the aurora, having seen so many so-called magnificent life, Ye Chuxiao has long been calm.

Those people who seem to have been robbed of infinite light in the past few decades are often as small as a grain of sand in the long river of history.

The length of time and the breadth of space can sometimes really destroy people's so-called persistence.

"Only those who transcend the narrow confines of time and are not recorded in such a place are true heroes." Ye Chuxiao said with emotion.

The girl seemed to understand. She smiled politely at Ye Chuxiao, and then went to look for Bei Qiuye.

Seeing the other party's leaving figure, Ye Chuxiao laughed and couldn't help but shake his head, lamenting his hypocrisy.

"I think I am immovable, but in fact, this kind of self-confidence is a kind of wavering."

"On the contrary, it's not as clear as this girl's clear state of mind!" Ye Chuxiao gathered his thoughts, adjusted his condition, and continued to observe.

A few days later, the girl seemed to have made several paintings, but the look on her face was not very satisfactory.

After saying hello to Ye Chuxiao, he left the Aurora Land.

From beginning to end, the two of them never exchanged names.

One month after the girl left, Ye Chuxiao had already intended to leave.

There are benefits to continuing to read, but there are not many benefits.

He needs to digest it next, and then knead the broken "self" from what he sees. Only in this way can he "see himself" and break through to the realm of wisdom.

A leaf carried a young monk and floated into the aurora.

He came here for Ye Chuxiao.

"Want to leave?" the young man asked Ye Chuxiao.

Ye Chuxiao nodded and did not reply.

"Fight before we leave!" The young man casually showed off a pair of hand-held swords, a flying sword box, a formation disk, and a talisman pen.

He is obviously good at these four methods. How he wants to fight depends entirely on his opponent, Ye Chuxiao.

"Did you come to me on purpose?" Ye Chuxiao asked.

The young man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said: "Not really! I just happened to meet you in a place like this. I have never fought with you before, so I think I can give you a fight."

This answer made Ye Chuxiao stunned for a moment, and then he realized that this was the characteristic of Huang Doujie.

"You don't want to fight?" the young man asked in surprise.

"Fighting is a fun thing. It seems that you have already passed the realm of transformation. From the realm of transformation to the realm of wisdom, what you need is to refine your true self. There is nothing easier to find your true self than in battle!" The young man said with enthusiastic eyes.

Ye Chuxiao said: "Okay!"

Then he glanced at the weapons and instruments that were swatted away in front of the young man: "You can use whatever means you want, I won't hold back."

The young man smiled and said: "Just right! I can't do it either!"

After saying that, he took off his two swords and slashed them like a gust of wind.

The man and the sword completely turned into an arc, like a meteor streaking across the sky.

The long sword pierced into the air, and a trace of sword energy exploded in the space, making a dull explosion.

A series of sonic booms reached Ye Chuxiao before the sword energy, the sword light, and the sword itself.

"The swordsmanship is good!" Ye Chuxiao commented.

Such a tone and attitude are inexplicably irritating.

The young man's emotions were aroused, and his sword energy became even more intense.

Ye Chuxiao's body flew back calmly, as if one wave was rising after another. When he retreated to a certain extent, his body suddenly flew back faster.

Facing the young man's lightning-like sword, Ye Chuxiao's body naturally flew up, and the Yuanyang sword turned into a gradually rising curve in mid-air, flying into the air.

At this time, both of them drew arcs, one was thrown up and the other was sunk.

But we met again in this place where the auroras are particularly brilliant.

The only people watching the battle around are the remnant souls that have long since died, leaving only incomplete memories playing on a loop here.

The sword and the sword faced each other up and down, the cold light flickered, and Ye Chuxiao's eyes were as calm as water.

The power transmitted from those swords allowed him to figure out the details of this young man.

He is a Realm of Transformation monk, but his accumulation is far less profound than his.

If he intends to overwhelm others with force, he can end the fight within three moves.

However, fighting against this young man was somewhat interesting. It could at least help Ye Chuxiao become familiar with the fighting style and rhythm of this world. There was no need for Ye Chuxiao to immediately defeat skill with strength.

Obviously, this young man also realized that he was not as good as Ye Chuxiao in terms of accumulation, but not only did he not back down, but his fighting spirit became even higher.

When wielding the two swords, two different sets of sword techniques were used in conjunction.

The two sword techniques are intertwined with each other, forming a more complete whole.

"Good guy, is this Jade Girl Su Xin's sword technique?" Ye Chuxiao thought to himself, but his subordinates kept on picking up the nine styles at his fingertips, especially the wind and snow styles, which were like antelopes hanging their horns, leaving no trace at all.

Often, a seemingly innocuous sword strike happens to hit the most critical point of unloading force, forcing the young man to turn around and defend.

The two dismantled dozens of moves. Ye Chuxiao did not use all his strength, but the young man only used martial arts melee combat methods.

"My name is 'Guan Ao', and people in the world call me 'Xiao Donghou'." The young man took two steps back and finally announced his family name.

He said that people in Jianghu called him Xiao Donghou because there once was a swordsman named Donghou who was good at wielding two swords and also had a surname of Guan.

"Xiao Ye!" Ye Chuxiao's trumpet opened his mouth.

Traveling around the world and using a trumpet, need I say more?
To be continued...