"How long will it take to bring all the spring breeze from the land of Kyushu to Yumen?" Liu Yili listened to Gongsun Shilian's footsteps and followed her steadily.

"One breath, one night, or stopping outside the country will never reach Yumen." Gongsun Shi held the paper umbrella in his hand and looked far ahead, "The road ahead is confusing, and all I can do is

Do your best.”

Liu Yili suddenly realized.

It turned out that this time, Gongsun Shiliu was not sure of victory.

However, in this ever-changing chess game, no one dares to claim victory easily. Even those as strong as Mo Wendong still regard themselves as pawns carefully.

And all they can do is either sit back and wait for death, or make a desperate move.

No one can predict whether it will be heaven or hell after this throw.

But why do her steps sound so firm and powerful?

Liu Yili raised his head and asked: "Miss Gongsun, do you know the way to Yumen?"

Gongsun Shiliu said something with unclear meaning: "I have lost my way many times, but there is always a time when I know the way. At least this time, I won't get lost."

"Why?"

"Because that is the direction from which the spring breeze blows." Gongsun Shilian stopped.

Liu Yili also stopped.

A pass lay in front of them, and it seemed that its true appearance had been buried by the thick sand and dust.

"arrive."

Beyond the Jade Gate.

Piles of extinguished timber were scattered on the ground, and hundreds of tents were crumbling in the wind and sand.

The people in the tent are all Mo Wendong who used the fairy tale as bait to lure the Jianghu people who came here to camp and wait. People who are greedy for profit will always be blinded by desire after getting a promise full of temptation. In power and wealth

In front of them, they will not be able to tell whether this promise is the step to heaven that the immortal refers to, or the guillotine full of lies.

"What the hell, Mo Wendong said that as long as we survive the night on Xizhou, everything will be calm. Why is there such a strong wind in broad daylight?" A middle-aged man held the tent and faced the

The old man said.

But the old man raised his eyebrows and didn't answer.

"Father, what's wrong?" the man asked.

"There is music coming from the Yumen." The old man said quietly.

Hearing this, the man hurriedly opened the curtain and walked out of the tent, then went out with the sound of the harp, and found a blind woman sitting at the top of the Yumen City, stroking the long harp. He frowned and said: "Father, someone has boarded the Yumen."

The old man followed and walked out of the tent.

But what he was looking at was not at the top of Yumen City.

But the city gate.

A woman holding an umbrella came from the city gate, her red dress fluttering like flames.

"I recognize that umbrella." The old man stared at the paper umbrella and said quietly: "To be precise, I recognize that sword."

After he said this, everyone who walked out of the tent had an answer in their hearts.

What emerged in my mind at the same time as this answer was a legend.

A hundred years ago, when the Tang Dynasty was about to fall, Lady Gongsun stopped the rebels outside Zhuque Gate with one sword and one person.

Now the world is about to change.

Gongsun Shi carried his sword to the Jade Gate and used it to ride through the spring breeze.

In the gap between belief and spirit, bright flowers will always bloom.

And this flower.

It's called fate.

In Gongsun Shi's poem, Li Jiangmo unsheathes his sword and dances with it.

Immortal Tomb.

Mo Wendong, who had been in trance for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes.

The white-haired man sitting behind Mo Wendong repairing his body asked: "What's wrong?"

Mo Wendong murmured: "Did you hear that?"

The white-haired man asked confused: "What did you hear?"

"The wind is blowing." Mo Wendong slowly raised his head.

The white-haired man was slightly startled. As an opponent, he didn't understand Mo Wendong. As a chess player who once used all living beings as his prey, he didn't understand the world. When he decided to play a game of chess for the common people, he wanted to use Mo Wendong.

The grudges and hatreds in the world disturbed Mo Wendong's heart, but in the end he failed to achieve his wish. But at this moment, he actually saw the situation that he could not see back then.

But how could he know that Mo Wendong had been waiting for this incident for many years.

"I want to leave the tomb." Mo Wendong said calmly.

The white-haired man shook his head: "Your body has only been repaired to 80%. Give me another three days, and no one in this world will be able to block your way."

"I can't miss the blooming. I must also kill the person who made this paradise bloom in advance." Mo Wendong narrowed his eyes, "I cannot appreciate all the moments in the blooming process."

"It's just a grand scene, is it so important?" The white-haired man frowned slightly.

"The grand scenery in one's mind and the world's scenery are not enough for the immortals." Mo Wendong swept out of the tomb.

The white-haired man raised his hand to stop him, but hesitated and finally watched him leave.

"Congratulations in advance, Your Majesty." A woman with her eyes closed came to the white-haired man.

The white-haired man sighed: "Where does joy come from?"

"This person has continued Your Majesty's obsession, and this world will definitely become what Your Majesty wants to see." The woman lowered her head and smiled, "This hardship will be well worth it."

The white-haired man shook his head: "He does have that strength. But now, he also has weaknesses. Weaknesses born from obsession are the most taboo things in our Immortal Tomb."

The woman heard the tiredness in the white-haired man's words and was slightly startled: "Your Majesty?"

"Perhaps it's not a good thing to have too much obsession." The white-haired man turned around and walked into the depths of the Immortal Tomb.

But in a blink of an eye.

Mo Wendong had already arrived outside the Immortal Tomb.

Originally, he wanted to run all the way to Yumen. But now he has slowed down.

Ren Shaohua looked at him from a distance in front: "Sorry for disturbing you."

But Mo Wendong only hesitated for a moment before leaping forward.

"The sword rises."

Ren Shaohua waved his folding fan.

A sword pierced out from the sand and dust. It was extremely sharp. If it were an ordinary person, the sole of his foot would have been cut off by this sword. But Mo Wendong just touched his toe lightly, and the sword broke in an instant, and the blade was broken.

It moved towards Jiao's vitals. Ren Shaohua gathered his left hand and wrapped a silk thread around Jiao's waist. Ren Shaohua pulled her back again.

This group of broken blades instantly submerged into the sand, but there was a strange sound.

It was like the sound of iron nails hitting wood. Mo Wendong stopped and lowered his head.

Suddenly, countless wooden pillars rose from the ground, but they did not attack Mo Wendong.

Instead, they surrounded Mo Wendong.

"Huan Sheng." Ren Shaohua said in a deep voice.

Xu Yao, who was playing with the finger knife on the side, suddenly put his hand to his mouth and blew gently. To others, it seemed like a butterfly flew from his fingertips and quickly flew into the pillars.

In an instant, it disintegrated into dust. The dust fell on the wooden pillars, and gorgeous peach blossoms were formed, as beautiful as the morning glow.

Mo Wendong stood there stupidly, unable to see clearly the expression on his face.
Chapter completed!