Sword of Coming

Above the sea surface of Jiaolonggou, Chen Pingan stared blankly at the sword cultivator in blue shirt who claimed to be senior brother.

The boy frowned, his lips trembled, and then he lowered his head.

The sword cultivator with the weird name said angrily: "Are you going to cry? How can you be chosen with the same virtue as Xiao Qi? It doesn't work to be reasonable, and you can't defeat others. You hide and cry every time. Fall down.”

The sword cultivator suddenly said sternly: "Raise your head!"

Chen Pingan raised his head blankly.

The man asked: "Why did you change your mind when the situation came to a close and choose to punch instead of the sword? Answer loudly, don't be coy!"

Chen Ping'an subconsciously blurted out: "My swordsmanship is too bad, I won't lose that person! My boxing skills are okay, but it won't be fun if I don't do it!"

"Bah! How dare you say that your martial arts skills are acceptable?"

The man had an angry look on his face, turned his head and spat fiercely. He did not have the elegance of Qi Jingchun, nor the kindness of A Liang. It seemed that this swordsman named Zuo was the most deviant disciple of the Wen Sheng Sect in the past. , He really doesn’t look like a scholar at all, but the hidden smile deep in the man’s eyes is getting stronger and stronger, but his face turns cold, he raises his arm again, pointing his thumb behind him, “Don’t talk about this Jiaolong ditch, just talk about it. What do you think of the statue on the island because I thought it was blocking my way, so I slashed it with my sword? Besides, I thought the stinking ditch was an eyesore to those beasts, so I washed it with my sword energy. What do you think? What do you think?"

Chen Pingan answered honestly, "It should be considered unreasonable."

But when I thought that this person was Mr. Qi's senior brother, I quickly added one word, "right?"

The man sneered and said, "You're being polite when you say it. Whatever it is, it is what it is!"

He put his palm against the hilt of the sword at his waist and asked: "You know that as a scholar, I pay more attention to learning swordsmanship than studying. Why?"

Chen Pingan shook his head.

He only heard that A Liang and the young Cui Chan mentioned this person occasionally. The former didn't say much, only that he was the best swordsman among the old scholar's disciples, while the latter gritted his teeth. , the former fellow disciples seemed to have sworn hatred. In the end, "the one with the surname Zuo", in Chen Pingan's mind, was like a hidden dragon in the clouds, unattainable and unpredictable.

The orthodox Confucian swordsman waved his hand, "You have nothing to do with me here. Practice well in the future and don't let down Xiao Qi's high expectations. If you do something bad one day, maybe I will come to trouble you." .”

The man hovering in Jiaolonggou stretched out a finger to Chen Pingan, "No matter how high your level is, it's just a matter of one sword."

To him, it has always been a matter of course for a senior brother to teach a junior brother a lesson.

Is it reasonable? He never bothered to think too much, being a senior brother was the right thing to do.

At this moment, the sea of ​​clouds suddenly drooped, and a hundred-foot-tall golden body appeared. It was a middle-aged Taoist with a fish-tail crown on his head. "Are you a disciple of Wen Sheng, a sword cultivator? I heard that many people Recommend you to be the best swordsman in the world? There are many admirers of yours even in Hanging Mountain and Sword Qi Great Wall."

The green-shirted swordsman looked up and said, "From your tone, do you think you're a little dissatisfied?"

Daoist Gao laughed heartily, "It doesn't matter to me how good your swordsmanship is, I just want to see you unhappy. How about we find a place to have a good fight?"

The sword cultivator smiled and said: "You stinky Taoist priest, you are not good at anything else. You are just luckier than me. You are the second Taoist to be your master. My husband is not good at it. He can only talk some words. But my husband is not as good as me in any way." Your master is worse than Tao Lao Er in one thing, that is, the old scholar has a disciple like me. Including you, there are more than a dozen disciples of Dao Lao Er..."

The man in green shirt stretched out a finger, raised it high, and shook it gently, "No."

He didn't give up and raised his head, "What if you brought out such a big statue? Isn't it in front of my sword...not enough?!"

He didn't wait for the man to finish his words.

From the sea, a huge wave of hundreds of feet was set off, and a majestic sword energy, which was thicker than the entire Osmanthus Island, soared into the sky in the form of a beam of light, and shattered the golden statue in an instant.

The small boat under Chen Ping'an's feet was hit by the fish in the pond, and it was bumpy and bumpy with the waves.

He turned around and looked at the snow-white sword energy that was charging at the bullfight.

I used to think that the sword in the Wei and Jin Dynasties that broke through the night veil of the ghost in the wedding dress of Fengxue Temple was already the pinnacle of flying swords in the world.

Only at this moment did I realize that I was still too ignorant.

A golden statue was broken into pieces, but a voice like Hong Zhongdalu still fell from the sky, "I don't want to take advantage of you. With that kid here, neither you nor I can let go. It's better to go to the waters of Fengshen Island." how?"

At some point, the golden old dragon, who had been filled with more than 300 qi palaces by sword energy, had no chance of holding on to his qi palace from exploding.

It turned out that the great Taoist man who was thousands of miles away, with unknown magical powers, took advantage of the moment when the golden body was destroyed by the sword energy, and stretched out a finger as white as jade from the void, and placed it on the golden-robed old dragon. The forehead was a little bit, and the latter looked like a withered body for an instant, and then literally the heart was like ashes. From the inside out, most of the body was turned into bursts of ashes, and the smoke disappeared, leaving only a golden piece floating on the sea. Robe, and some half-step immortal things condensed by Nascent Soul.

The sword cultivator was completely indifferent to this.

He just waved his hand and patted the remnants of the golden-robed old dragon into Chen Ping'an's boat. "Put away these rags. Please wish yourself good luck on this trip to Hanging Mountain and the Great Sword Qi Wall after that." "

Chen Pingan bent down and bowed.

Jian Xiu nodded, accepted it calmly, and then said nothing more. Yu Feng walked away to the southwest, and then murmured something to himself. The lingering sound was lingering. I don't know if Jian Xiu was talking to himself or to Chen. Safety.

"Immortal, carefree in the mountains and seas, eating clouds of sunshine and drinking dew, but not eating grains, I am already an alien."

Chen Ping'an silently sat back in the boat, and put the three things that the swordsman had thrown at his feet into the flying sword fifteen. They were a golden robe, two entangled golden dragon whiskers, and a fist-sized piece. The beads have a dull luster and are slightly yellow, somewhat similar to the saying that pearls are yellow in old age.

Chen Ping'an looked around, and the sea gradually calmed down. When he looked up, it was sunny and windy.

Chen Ping'an rested for a while, picked up the bamboo pennant with the real lock-cutting talisman on it, got up and paddled the boat to chase Osmanthus Island. He felt a little embarrassed for a while. The ferry boat must not rush to the upside-down mountain and leave yourself in this vast sea. above. Chen Pingan's eyes widened and he looked into the distance.

If it were before, Chen Ping'an would think how could Osmanthus Island act like this?

But now, Chen Pingan is completely unaware that he has such thoughts.

The mind is wandering and the mind is wandering, unconsciously.

The swordsman who traveled far and wide in the wind and was not bound by heaven and earth suddenly stopped and looked back at a place where Chen Ping'an was destined not to see him.

What the man saw was a young man named Da Li.

But what I was thinking about was an old friend.

That person once said, I don't want you to be Chen Ping'an's protector, and I know that most of the time, senior brother, you won't agree. But I, Qi Jingchun, have few friends in my life. In the whole world, I can only look for you.

I can only find you!

When the man thought of these bastard words, he felt aggrieved. He sat down cross-legged, hovering above the sea, with his hands clenched into fists and resting on his knees.

The fierce sword aura flowed out more and more, and the sea water boiled violently under his feet, but the mist could not get close to the sword cultivator.

Qigong practitioners in the world all envy the kind of swordsman genius with amazing natural aptitude, who is given the title of innate sword embryo. However, this man learned sword very late, and he has never been a sword embryo, so when he is in the Middle-earth Divine Continent, He was born out of nowhere, not to overpower, but to crush countless senior sword cultivators. He was particularly merciless in dealing with those so-called sword embryos. He ridiculed them wildly and spread the news all over the world. I don’t know how many talented swordsmanship geniuses there were. From then on, sword masters The heart is broken and the road is cut off.

So that all the young genius sword cultivators from Middle-earth, after being praised as innate sword embryos, would inevitably mutter, always feeling that this sentence was a curse.

This sword cultivator is called Zuo Zuo.

No one in the world can surpass him in swordsmanship.

Even though the man was in a daze, his eyes were still shining as before.

The clear eyes of the young man he had stared at earlier were too much like the bratty junior brother he was familiar with when he was young. He relied on his intelligence in reading and was pampered by his husband. He talked about a series of sage principles, which were linked together. It is impeccable, but after the left and right admit that they have lost the debate, they have to add, "I don't think you are sincere in admitting defeat. This is wrong." It's really annoying.

What bothered him most in his life was his husband bragging about how good he was in fighting, and then there was Xiao Qi, who read books very quickly, his sound of turning pages, and his voice of reasoning.

He only liked the grand occasion when his husband participated in the three religious debates twice, the aura of a master who was independent from the world and whose talents were at the peak of his power.

I like that every time Qi Jingchun travels to famous mountains and rivers with me, he will climb to a high place to compose poems after drinking. It will make people feel that no matter how high the mountains are, they are not as high as this person's knowledge!

But even today, the old scholar has no way out and has dispersed into the world. Xiao Qi is no longer alive, and A Liang has also left the world. The man still thinks that whether it is Mr. Qi or Xiao Qi, or even the seemingly free man A Liang, life is too tiring.

Not as good as yourself.

Because he never bothers to reason with others.

If you can't beat someone, reasoning won't work. If you can beat someone, reasoning doesn't seem to be necessary.

Just have a sword.

The man sighed, stood up, and continued to the Aeolian Island in the southwest sea.

Some words he felt were pretentious, so he was too lazy to say them out.

Junior brother, you must see more of this world for Xiao Qi.

In the future, if I have the opportunity, I will go to other places to see the world, and I will see every one of them. Xiao Qi has never left the vast world in his life, and he is the one who longs for the distant world the most among the many disciples of Mr. Qi. In the end, he just stays in the study and The one with the most schools.

I know clearly how many times Xiao Qi has cried in his life. Because he was beaten and cried by me when he was still a teenager. There was nothing I could do. I couldn’t reason with him, and he couldn’t beat me in a fight.

Boy, can you imagine your Mr. Qi crying bitterly?

The man laughed loudly and pushed the sword out of its sheath. Dozens of sea islands near his feet, no matter how big or small, were all cut into two.

The world is quite boring.

Only fighting can give the left and right a little bit of energy.

Between the hurried Yiye Bianzhou and the slowly moving Osmanthus Island, there was an old man who was actually seriously injured, waiting for Chen Ping'an at sea.

Chen Ping'an grinned, he was the old Zhouzi man with great powers.

The two took a small boat together and swam across the sea. Soon they caught up with Guihua Island and stopped the boat. Mrs. Gui stood alone at the ferry, full of apologies, and said to Chen Pingan: "I will report today's matter to Fan's Ancestral Hall. I have made it clear that I will never forget Mr. Chen’s life-saving grace!”

Chen Pingan smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "It's just to save myself."

Mrs. Gui was speechless, sighed, and walked side by side to the top of Osmanthus Island with an old man and a young man.

Lao Zhouzi needed to rest, so he said goodbye to Chen Pingan and went to his residence. Chen Pingan and Mrs. Gui walked to Guimai Small Courtyard. Mrs. Gui hesitated and explained: "Ma Zhi was in the previous battle to protect Guihua Island. I am leading the charge, so I am also injured, so I may not be able to test the sword with you in the near future. Please let me pass along a message, hoping that Mr. Chen will forgive me."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Of course, Senior Ma needs to recover from his injuries."

Mrs. Gui was a little helpless, "The situation on Guihua Island is a bit delicate now. I really don't want outsiders to enter this courtyard, even if it's golden millet. If Mr. Chen doesn't mind it, I will be responsible for the food and daily life of Guimai Courtyard." .”

Chen Pingan quickly waved his hand and said: "No, no, I just need to deliver three meals a day as before. If there wasn't a kitchen here, I could actually cook by myself."

Mrs. Gui said goodbye with a smile, "There are many matters that need to be resolved. Mr. Chen, you have a good rest. If you have anything to do, just ask me. There will be a sweet-scented osmanthus lady waiting for you near the yard."

Chen Ping'an sat alone on the stone bench in the courtyard and began to close his eyes and rest.

Soon there was a knock on the door, and it was a sweet-scented osmanthus lady outside the door who said softly: "Mr. Chen, there are two guests from Aai'aizhou, see you or not. Mrs. Gui said before that she only cares about the young master."

Chen Pingan stood up and opened the door. In addition to the girl from Osmanthus Island, there was also a smiling young man in green and a white-haired old woman with a solemn face.

The young man got straight to the point and said, "My benefactor, my name is Liu Youzhou, and I come from the northernmost Aai'aizhou. I won't go into the courtyard to disturb your cultivation. I just came to thank you in person."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Okay."

Then both of them were speechless.

The boy in bamboo clothes looked at Chen Pingan with curiosity, and Chen Pingan was thinking about when the boy would leave.

The old woman broke the silence, "The golden-robed evil dragon attacked you twice before. Once it was so unexpected that I couldn't stop it, and then again I couldn't stop it unless I risked my life. But this time I went out, I need to take care of my young master, so for this matter, the young master needs to thank you, and I, the bad old woman, need to apologize to you."

Chen Pingan smiled, cupped his hands and said, "I understand!"

The old woman nodded and smiled a little, "Master Renyi, if you go to Aai Aizhou in the future, you must come to our Liu family as a guest."

Chen Pingan smiled and said nothing.

The old woman took the young man surnamed Liu, who was wearing bamboo clothes to "escape the summer heat", and said goodbye.

The two passed by a young and beautiful woman. After she looked at Chen Pingan, she smiled and said, "So it's you."

Chen Ping'an was a little confused, but fortunately the woman had turned around and left.

Only then was Chen Ping'an able to turn around and walk towards the yard. He suddenly stopped and turned to smile at the anxious Osmanthus lady: "Trouble girl, if anyone comes after me, please help me stop them."

The sweet-scented osmanthus girl nodded vigorously.

For the next two days, Chen Pingan did not practice boxing or sword for the first time. He just dug out the books and bamboo slips and read the contents in the sun.

Late at night, Chen Pingan, who was already lying in bed, opened his eyes, got up and walked out of the house, jumped to the roof, took off the sword gourd and started drinking.

He suddenly turned his head, and soon a figure flew over and sat next to him. This uninvited guest was carrying two jars of aged wine.

Chen Pingan smiled sincerely and said: "Old senior, are you looking for a companion to drink with?"

It was the old boatman who fought to the death with the golden-robed dragon.

The old man, who had always used his identity as a boatman to hide from the world, smiled heartily and said, "What, do you dislike the old man's slovenliness?"

Chen Ping'an waved his hand and said: "How could it be?"

The old man opened the mud seal of the wine jar, raised his head and took a big sip. He was silent for a long time, and then he whispered: "Osmanthus Island, after this catastrophe, is like a pond of water. It was originally a mixture of fish and dragons, but on the whole it is still orderly. Don't bother me, but I gave Penny a random blow and it has become turbid. You are right to stay in this small courtyard during this period. It is better to be careful. Although most people only know that you blocked the You old beast, you made the whole Jiaolonggou quiet, but I'm going to say something unpleasant, a good deal with rice will bring a hatred with rice."

The old man said helplessly: "What's more, the practice of Dao Dao is bustling with people, and there are many people who can't see others' glory."

Chen Ping'an thought for a while, nodded and said: "Just like neighbors, they are jealous when they see other people's wealth. In fact, it's the same."

The old man sighed and took a swig of wine.

Chen Ping'an asked: "What exactly is Osmanthus Island? Can the seniors tell me?"

The old man smiled and said: "I can't say it, but it is actually Mrs. Gui's true identity."

Chen Ping'an suddenly realized.

The old man smiled and asked, "Have you ever thought about who all the people on Osmanthus Island are?"

Chen Ping'an asked tentatively: "A mountain man, a Qi practitioner?"

The old man shook his head and said: "Osmanthus Island is a ferry. Who can the ferry passengers be? Businessmen."

Chen Pingan was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's true."

The old man asked again: "What is the purpose of a businessman traveling all over the country?"

This time Chen Pingan answered quickly, "Make money."

The old man took a leisurely sip of wine: "What do you want after making money?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Spend money."

The old man sighed: "Yes, you work hard to spend money to enjoy happiness, so you must spend money wisely. There are so many qi practitioners in the world."

Chen Pingan scratched his head, smiled a little, and started drinking. This time he drank a little too much and quickly, so he simply fell back and lay comfortably on the ridge, "Old senior, let me tell you something from my heart. Can it not be spread? And if I say it and you listen, it might be a little troublesome, which is not a good thing..."

The old man sat cross-legged, leaned forward, and shook the wine jar with both hands. There was still half a jar of wine in it, and the old man laughed and said, "Just say, after drinking, it would be shameful not to say anything about wine. Then, Why are you still drinking? Boy, even though I’m a lot older than you, I’m actually weak and stupid. Besides, after living so many years, if I hadn’t been struggling to see Master, I wouldn’t have been able to survive today. Yes. And some things, whether you say them or not, are actually very different. I was beside you at the time and heard them clearly. Isn’t this just a lie to you while drinking? "

Chen Pingan pointed to the sky, "I met a young Taoist priest in my hometown before, and we had a good relationship at the time. It was Lu Chen. In the previous battle, he plotted against me twice, maybe three times. I I only said it twice that I was sure of. The first time was when I was a "blessed soul". I couldn't write the word "Rain Master", so I simply wrote "Lu Chen" harshly. The second time was when I faced the golden-robed old dragon alone. …”

Chen Pingan put the sword gourd on his stomach and put his hands under his head as a pillow. "That feeling is very strange. It seems that I can see and hear everyone's mood, inner lakes and voices. It's like an old man." As you said, senior, good friends and good friends fight against each other. At that time, I found that nine out of ten passengers on Osmanthus Island were indifferent and numb, or gloating about my misfortune, or even seemed to wish that I died on the spot. Of course, there was also a lot of jealousy... I I never understood why this happened, until you said just now, old man, that this is Osmanthus Island, where everyone is a businessman, and everyone wants to live. When I looked back, I thought, yes, I grew up because of You can only get to where you are today if you want to live.”

Chen Ping'an grinned, "I have a friend who is a swordsman and is very impressive. Lu Chen plotted against me, so I tricked him and deliberately asked him to convey my last words. Lu Chen either ignored his face and pretended not to hear it, or he could only I pinched my nose and told my friend, and then was beaten by my friend. When I thought about this scene, I was not so afraid of death."

There were some things that Chen Pingan still didn't dare to say.

Because it involves Mr. Qi.

Mr. Qi asked him not to lose hope in the world no matter what.

But at that time, Chen Pingan was only disappointed with the world.

I'm afraid this is Lu Chen's real plan. As for what is specifically involved, Chen Ping'an only has a vague intuition.

Lying on the roof at this moment, Chen Ping'an finally just said: "It's difficult not to be disappointed in this world."

The old man drank wine and said slowly: "You called the Taoist master by name one by one, and that friend of yours who could beat him...Old man, I won't tell you about the shock in my heart. At least it was the same back then. A terrestrial god still needs a bit of shame. But since you said drunken words, the old man also has some secrets in his heart, and he must tell you."

Just as Chen Ping'an was about to sit up, the old man turned around and said with a smile: "Just lie down and complain. No one has listened to you for hundreds of years. You don't need to be so serious."

Chen Pingan sat up and explained: "It's not good to drink while lying down."

The old man smiled, hugged the wine jar, and looked at the night view of the sea in the distance. The bright moon was bright and beautiful.

The old man said slowly: "Back then, I was also a proud man in the eyes of the world. I had a very bad temper. Maybe if I had met you back then, I would have been one of the people you were disappointed with. Now my temper is no longer so good. The same, otherwise I wouldn’t be sitting here drinking this wine with you. Chen Ping’an, the guests on Guihua Island, let alone talking about good and bad, can ‘come this far’ as you said, each of them Everything must have its merits. In addition, if you do something right and others don't do it, they are wrong. If you do something wrong and others do it, they are also wrong. That’s a bit roundabout…”

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "I understand!"

The old man stretched out his thumb and said with a smile: "Of course, you were the most right in the previous fight. You can't fault it at all, but this one!"

Chen Pingan smiled happily.

Being recognized by someone you recognize is really something worth drinking for.

So Chen Pingan took a big sip of wine, and then said casually with a smile on his face: "The old man is right, I shouldn't judge everyone with my principles. My principles may be right, maybe they are wrong. , it may be right but not quite right, and it may be too small... Haha, that’s a bit convoluted! Right, old timer?”

The old man joked: "It's quite a twist."

Chen Pingan pointed to the distance. The young man smelled of alcohol, shaking his head. It seemed that he had drunk too much. His face was full of undisguised joy and pride. He said with a smile: "Old senior, I know many amazing people. For example, I could have called him Senior Brother, the extremely powerful swordsman after that, I’m quite powerful too, right?”

The old man nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, they are all great."

Chen Ping'an's eyes were blurry with drunkenness, he turned his head and asked drowsily: "Old senior, you don't seem to be sincere in what you say?"

The old man laughed heartily. No wonder he got along with this kid. They had the same temperament.

The young man slumped backwards and muttered to himself.

The old man helped the young man put down the wine pot, and overheard Chen Pingan's drunk words. The old man nodded and stayed by the young man's side all night.

The boy’s drunken conversation at that time was: Mr. Qi, I understand. Don’t lose hope in the world. In addition to living a good life, it also has another meaning. After we give goodwill to the world, if we don’t receive it, In return for good intentions, or even only bad intentions, at this time, being able to not be disappointed is the real hope. Mr. Qi, I have figured it out now, but I can’t do it yet. I’ve had a drink and will work hard tomorrow...

In fact, Lao Zhouzi is nearly five hundred years old. He has met countless people, experienced countless things, and listened to countless words. However, he still feels that the young man's words are very interesting. They are perfect for drinking wine. Two jars are not enough. .

The sword is raised inside the gourd, and the flying sword is within fifteen.

There was an introductory Confucian classic given to Chen Pingan by an old drunkard, and the rough words began to wander by themselves.

On the last title page, a series of new words appeared.

order. The first article, in order. The second article is about reviewing the size. The third chapter is about determining good and evil. Chapter 4: Unity of knowledge and action.

On the bank of a large river in Nan Posu Island, on a large rock cliff, two old men in Confucian robes stood side by side, one carrying the bright moon on his shoulder, and the other holding the full sun.

The poor old scholar who shook his palm from side to side and turned a small round sun said with a smile: "Chen Chun'an, do you think this closed disciple I have taken in is good or not?"

The elegant scholar with a miniature full moon on his shoulder nodded, but did not speak in agreement.

The shabby old Confucian had no choice but to ask and answer himself, "Good, I think it is very good."

The old man next to him said calmly: "You are thick-skinned anyway, so whatever you say is fine. Is it appropriate for you to talk about 'good, good, good, good' all the time? Have you already given up? Do you think you are wrong and my husband is right?" "

The poor old scholar shook his head and said with a smile: "Oh, Chen Chun'an, why is this so? Didn't Chen Pin'an already answer you? The same surname is Chen. Naturally, your ability is temporarily a little higher, but this understanding, forget it, If you don’t say it, you won’t have any friends if you say it.”

The elegant old man sneered: "I, Chen Chun'an, and you, Literary Saint, have never been friends."

The old scholar looked deeply convinced and nodded: "Yes, not to mention the difference in seniority, the gap in knowledge is huge. As Zhouzi said, you still have to have a little shame."

It is the old man who is the head of the Chen family in Yingyin. "Speak directly if you have anything to say."

The old scholar held out the round sun, stopped joking, and said in a serious tone, "I hope I can see you take action later, the sooner the better."

Chen Chun'an put away the round sun and hovered it over one shoulder. Then the sun and the moon shone together. The old man said calmly: "It's all the same."

The old scholar lamented: "Scholars are all the same."

Qing Ming Tian Xia, the top floor of the White Jade Capital in the center of the world.

A young Taoist priest with a lotus crown on his head actually put one hand behind his back and spread the other palm upward. He lowered his head and stared at the palm of his hand, walking slowly on the precarious railings of white jade.

In the corridor under the railings, there were two Taoist immortals in the Ascension Realm standing, holding their breath and concentrating, respectfully, never daring to open their mouths to disturb the headmaster's wandering world.

The young Taoist put away his hands and lamented that death will count. He tilted his body outward and fell straight into the sea of ​​clouds outside Baiyu Jing.

The two Ascension Realm immortals remained motionless, looking at each other and smiling, and you'll get used to it.