Night falls.

A clearing space was vacant in the wine jar, with a few wild fruits and a large bowl of wild mushroom soup scattered. Gongsun Shilan and Hua Yingxiu sat on both sides, looking at the galaxy outside the cave entrance from afar.

"What a pity." After a long time, Hua Yingxiu sighed.

"It's indeed a pity." Gongsun Shilan also sighed.

It turned out that the two of them had talked about many past events that were unknown to each other. Fu Xiang and Hua Yingxiu and his wife were among the few people who knew Mo Jinshu and Xunxianke's plans. In order to promote this kind of good intention, they stepped into Junshan with Xunxianke. Hua Yingxiu also learned from Gongsun Shilan about the ins and outs of the sword sacrifice conference two years ago.

"Axian's ending made us angry and also made us regret it. It is a pity that she gave to the world with such great good thoughts, but not only did the world not repay it with good thoughts, but instead forced her to death with ambition, and was also criticized as a devil." Hua Yingxiu's words were full of anger.

Gongsun Shilian shook her head and said nothing.

"But that's good, that guy Mo Jinshu accepted a good apprentice, a good apprentice who is willing to listen to his story and trust him." Hua Yingxiu took a sip of wine, "When talking about Mo Jinshu, I don't know where he is, but I miss the tea he made a little."

Gongsun Shilian smiled, "But he often emphasized to me that he was just a bad old man who loved to tell stories."

"Forget it?" Hua Yingxiu smiled hoarsely.

"And he never drinks tea, nor does he like to drink tea. Usually, he uses wine instead of tea."

"I have only heard of using tea instead of wine, but I have never heard of using wine instead of tea. It seems that I am a little drunkard, just like his master's wife." Hua Yingxiu said quietly: "In that case, he has never drunk Mo Jinshu's tea, which is a pity."

"Or?" Gongsun Shilian said in confusion.

"Yes, Axian, she never drinks Mo Jinshu's tea."

"Since this kid has never drunk Lao Mo's tea, it proves that he will not go to Lao Mo's path." The old voice suddenly came from the depths of the cave.

Hua Yingxiu was slightly stunned, "Old man, are you done?"

"No, I'm still in my dream." Fu Xiang replied.

"He fell asleep?" Gongsun Shilan said in confusion.

"Yes. The wine I used to treat him to breathe was called Zhu Mengsheng. It was brewed by the molten grass in Quandu Mine, which could be counteracted with extreme cold. But as soon as he moved the wine, he would get drunk into his dream, even if the drunken drinkers came, he would come." Hua Yingxiu smiled and said, "So, my old man also called it: Beauty Flower."

"Beauty is like a flower, and one eye is drunk in the clouds." Gongsun Shilan nodded in praise, "Good name."

"It was obviously a name I chose such a shameless one, but I insisted on saying that it was my choice. Old woman, you are really shameless." Fu Xiang sneered.

Hua Yingxiu ignored him and murmured: "I'm really curious now. What will this kid dream about?"

Deep in the cave.

The spring is just right, like a breeze.

"Master." Luo Feiyu looked at the desolate gray-clothed figure ahead and walked towards him in the sunlight, and smiled and raised his hand to greet him.

"It has been more than two years since I entered the world. What do you think?" The old man in gray came over.

"It's not bad, much more interesting than in the desert." Luo Feiyu smiled, "not only is the scenery beautiful, but even the wine is much more than in the desert. People are far less simple and kind as in the desert."

"It's so good." The old man touched his head, "How did you do what you told you to do?"

"I did a good job. At that time, I stood on the Qingjiantai. Most of the people in the world looked up and listened to me. Not to mention how glorious it was. But..." The light in Luo Feiyu's eyes gradually dimmed.

"Don't blame yourself. You dare to tell the world about something that is completely inverted from reality. Not everyone has the courage and courage." The old man withdrew his hand and sighed, "Even if this matter is an indisputable fact."

Luo Feiyu was stunned for a moment and raised his head slightly, "Master, don't worry, I will try my best to let everyone in the world know my name, so powerful that those who believe in power can choose to believe what I say without hesitation. I will definitely do what I promise you."

The old man's figure trembled for a moment, then he whispered and said, "It's true that he's still too naive."

Luo Feiyu did not hear him, but raised his head and looked straight at the sunlight under him, and his thoughts seemed to float to a very far place.

"I have a choice about this matter myself." The old man suddenly said: "What I want to ask is another thing."

"Zhe Jian?" Luo Feiyu was stunned.

"Since the sword ancestor ordered that the war was dissipated, why can't this fear of the deceased wife linger in the world again, and take revenge on the world, even if it harms the world, it will be spared." The old man said quietly.

Luo Feiyu paused and said, "Actually, I have had countless opportunities to break countless famous swords this time, but in the end, I didn't take action."

"Hmm?" The old man turned his head slightly.

"The wrong thing is not the sword, but the people. When I met the master Gongsun Tower, this idea gradually took root in my heart. Ling Shuang Aoxue on the Muhuai Sword is still fearless and unfair. Behind the Jiangmo Sword, there is also a story about Gongsun Sword Artillery Tower coming out of trouble for generations. The Mo Sword also enshrines the fantasy of the Hero of the Hero of Jing's life... The masters of these swords, whether in the past or present, have used their actual actions to reflect the value this sword brings to the world. Although some people have passed away, their spirits have remained forever in the world. In this world, there are not many people who insist on walking on the road of justice, but many people are influenced by these swords and moved forward." Luo Feiyu shook his head, "The ones that should be killed should be those who force the master's wife to a dead end, rather than continuing the path that the master's wife has already sealed, bringing a lot of life to the world."

The old man's eyes showed a cold light, but it flashed away, replaced by regret, "Well, you go."

"I'm so anxious to drive me away? I haven't told you a good old friend yet." Luo Feiyu smiled and said, "Master, you are not kind."

"Let's go, go the way you want to walk." The old man stretched out his finger, and the sword energy kept gathering at his fingertips.

After one finger, he woke up.

After Luo Feiyu woke up, he found that he was sweating profusely.

"I'm awake." Fu Xiang looked at him, his face full of intriguing smiles.

"Wake up." Luo Feiyu suddenly clenched his chest, but even so, he could not stop the feeling of Kong Luoluo from constantly invading. He felt something was leaving him.

Xizhou, Loulan ruins.

The sky is full of wind and sand.

The old man lay on a rattan chair, opened his eyes leisurely, and looked indifferently at the sun covered by wind and sand.

"I didn't expect that I got to this point."
Chapter completed!