Before Ning Yi could speak.

Su Muzhe's voice sounded faintly.

"It's Xu Zang."

Qin Jun's eyes were filled with a hint of confusion, and she looked at her master.

"It was Xu Zang... who saved Shui Yue." She smiled and shook her head, saying, "She took out the old things from that year and had long thought of her own ending. After the red umbrella burned out, there would be no Shui Yue in the world... She originally planned to die."

Ning Yi looked at the woman in the flames of the bamboo building, bathed in the Taoist fire, and her cultivation level was constantly rising. The condensation of the third star continued to increase her breath. This third star meant too much pain and struggle.

"Red Umbrella..." Ning Yi looked at Shui Yue's empty hands and understood the old thing. Even if Su Muzhe didn't say anything, he probably guessed the old thing in his heart. Regarding Shui Yue and Xu Zang, everyone thought that this was the intention of falling flowers and the ruthless flowing water.

Later, something happened to Xu Zang. More people thought that this sword cultivator who looked dignified was just a villain who was afraid of death. He abandoned Nie Hongling and his master that night in Tiandu, so how could he deserve the word "man"?

Later, Xu Zang began a long revenge.

He never explained the disappearance and the absence of news from Tiandu Xue Ye.

Bearing all the infamy.

He doesn't care about his reputation either.

At that time, when Shuiyue and Xu Zang were mentioned together, people would only think that Xu Zang was just a scum, and Shuiyue was just a foolish woman kept in the dark, so why bother to wait?

"In that red umbrella, there was a thought left by Xu Zang back then." Su Muzhe said softly, "Shuiyue burned the umbrella and folded the umbrella. No matter what, he left a sentence."

"Life."

Ning Yi silently recited this sentence.

Survive...

Xu Zang actually left such a sentence.

The man probably thought that if Shui Yue wanted to destroy this umbrella one day, she might have really hated herself and was washed away by the wind and winds all over the world of the Sui Dynasty. This would be a good thing.

If this is the case, I will forget that the divine thought may not appear.

There may be a thousand reasons to destroy this umbrella and ten thousand possibilities.

But there are only one possibility that will make the divine thoughts in this red umbrella emerge.

When it's about to die.

Xu Zang's sword skills practiced were extremely accurate in grasping the boundaries between death and life... Only he could do this in this world.

Ning Yiyouyou breathed out.

He seemed to understand Xu Zang's intentions.

The old things back then were like wind and smoke.

It’s not important to be like a stranger.

But no matter how hard or difficult the world is, we must live.

He raised his head and said, Mr. Shuiyue broke through the realm of the fate star today, the dome was cloudless, and it was sunny and bright.

The Taoist fire disappeared, flew up from the top of the mountain, and broke away.

Where is the man who advises others to survive now?

......

......

Ning Yi held Qiangshan's long-lasting spirit and left Bailu Cave Academy with his maid.

Along the way, both of them looked uneasy.

"Ning Yi, do you say Xu Zang...is he really dead?" The girl held her breath and finally couldn't help speaking on the road.

"I...I don't know."

Ning Yi was in a mess.

The two went to Zizai Lake.

Ning Yi squatted by the lake. He looked at his silhouette in the lake, and a cheerful chirping came from the distance.

A group of wild ducks flapped their wings on the lake, and the water waves rippled.

As spring is warm and flowers are blooming, many people will come from the lake to watch the scenery.

This is a season of rebirth, everything revives, and frost and grass rises.

Anyone who dies will have new life. This is called inheritance, also called reincarnation. The two young people who came to the shore of the Free Lake are now struggling with this issue.

"That day in Xiaoshuangshan, I didn't go to see the man's funeral. After he 'out' from Zishan, I silently accepted the news, and there was not much sadness in my heart... I don't think he will die, I waited for him to appear in front of me."

Ning Yi squatted and was silent for a long time, and said, "I wonder if you have this feeling... The surname Xu has walked a lot of roads. No matter where we go, we can always see him and hear him."

Pei Fan whispered: "Because he is really famous."

Zhou You, Mr. Shuiyue, Song Yiren, Liu Shiyi...

These are what Ning Yi has seen.

There are also those who have never seen before, Fuyao, and Ye Hongfu...

Ning Yi raised his head, looked at Yun Juan and Yun Shu, and murmured softly: "Later, I don't know which day it was. Maybe it was the day when I was very tired of practicing in Xiaoshuang Mountain. I lay on the bed and called Xu Zang, but no one responded. At that moment, I truly realized that he was dead."

"A person's death only takes a blink, which may be shorter." Ning Yi laughed at himself and said, "From unacceptable to accepting it slowly, it's just a flow of thoughts. I don't seem to feel sad... After all, I can always see 'him', from the mouths of others, or from the little things of Tiandu Imperial City."

He paused and sighed: "It's like the little free mountain in the middle of the lake."

The girl looked in the direction of Ning Yi's finger.

Pei Fan's expression was a little complicated.

The shore of Zizai Lake is very famous, and the small Zizai Mountain is also very famous. It is one of the many scenic spots in Tiandu. Many practitioners will come to observe, especially the small hill in the center of the lake, which is actually just a small suspended stone, which is fixed in the center of the lake by chains.

Many of the people who came were sword cultivators.

Because there is a line of words on that free mountain.

"Xu Zang came here for a trip."

Xu Zang stayed when he was young.

This is also one of the reasons why he was cursed at the beginning. He was taken out of the matter of engraving on Zizaishan, labeled as destroying antiquities, giving Xu Zang a higher level of suspicion.

"Actually, Xu Zang told me about this." Pei Fan whispered: "When someone made a bet with him in Zizai Lake, standing in the lake, and being able to carve words with sword energy, he won."

Ning Yi had never heard of this. He scratched his head and said curiously: "Who made a bet with Xu Zang?"

"Zizai Lake is the landscape of Tiandu, and all the landscapes of Tiandu belong to the royal family... Those who have the right to engrave letters on Zizai Mountain are naturally the royal family." The girl sighed and said, "It is said that after slapping ten times in the face, his face was swollen by Xu Zang. He was so angry that he wanted to sink the stone into the lake."

Ning Yi sighed and said, "It's rare for the people of the royal family to have their faces swollen... If this happens, can the stones with engravings still stand here?"

"Before I had time to sink..." The girl's face was a little complicated and said quietly: "The next day, the emperor came from the lakeside. When she saw this stone, she also heard about it, and praised Xu Zang's words well written."

Ning Yi looked at the stone, but he didn't expect that there were so many stories in the stone in the middle of the lake...

"Then it's obvious that it's time to switch to Xu Zang's stone." Ning Yi smiled and said, "He seems to have never liked the emperor."

The girl pointed at the practitioners around her. In the crowds of people in the distance, someone pulled out a long sword from his waist and handed out a sword from a distance from the lake. The sword energy crossed the lake water, cut the water vapor, and passed several feet, and finally disappeared, as if it had been a raft.

Ning Yi raised his eyebrows.

These people are trying to engrave.

"After that day, Zizai Lake was closed. Practitioners were not allowed to step on the lake, nor were they ready to approach the stone. The dilapidated fishing boats were stranded by the lake. Over the years, none of them had succeeded in trying swords by the lake." The girl squatted beside Ning Yi and said, "Many sword cultivators who want to compete with each other, or who think they can surpass Xu Zang have come to Zizai Lake. They tried to hand over a sword to see if they could leave a line of words."

Ning Yi laughed: "They must have felt very frustrated."

The girl paused, pointed to the stone, and said, "Here, it's brand new, ten years, every year."

Ning Yi looked serious and praised: "No wonder this guy was praised by so many people... This is hard power. What is his realm at that time?"

The girl said strangely: "The Later Realm."

He hugged Ning Yi, who was in a prosperous state of Qiangshan, slowly stood up.

He stood on the ground with one hand on the hilt of the thin snow sword at his waist.

"I have been to Zizai Lake once when no one is around..." Ning Yi said softly: "At that time, the sword heart was not opened, and he handed out a sword, which was shocking to the heavens."

When visiting Bailu Cave Academy, the girl had already heard Qin Jun vaguely mention this matter.

She looked at Ning Yi, but she wanted to speak but stopped.

"You don't want to..." The girl caught a glimpse of Ning Yi's movement of holding the hilt with one hand.

"Yes." Ning Yi looked as usual and said calmly: "I want to give it a try."

Free on the shore of the lake.

A ray of light suddenly surged from Ning Yi's waist.

Starlight, sword intent, divinity.

Just like the last time I came here, Ning Yi felt in a daze, and there was a guide.
To be continued...