The fog of Xiaofrost Mountain is covered by the twilight. In addition to its tall and standing posture, and the weather-beaten frost bamboos, Xiaofrost Mountain also planted some maple trees. The red maple leaves were hit by the rain and stacked in the bushes on both sides of the mountain road and on the bluestone slabs.

The abandoned carriage was parked on the trail at the foot of the mountain, leaving only the dead wood frame. After the rain was wet, it washed away the dust covering the wooden shaft. New maple leaves flowed along the rainwater on the mountain road, and several pieces were spinning in the pits under the wheels.

With a "click", the world reflected by maple leaves and water was gently stomped by boots.

The water droplets were lifted up and fell down, and the shadows in the pit returned to their original state. The maple leaves that were spinning in the pit were broken into two pieces, one stuck to the bottom of the boots, whistling on the ground, rustling.

"Mr. Ning Yi, did you see the true appearance of that 'assin'?"

Chen Yi's voice seemed careless. He lowered his eyebrows and looked at his shadow on the mountain road. Step by step, a hundred popes walked by in the rain pit, with the expression hidden in his eyes, calm and tidy, looking straight at the truest face of the world.

This is a very calm and cautious teenager.

Ning Yi was in Chen Yi, and he could not find a trace of the temperament that could be called fanatic or crazy in the other party. The young Pope was not as steady as a person under twenty years old. Sometimes Ning Yi's eyes touched the eyes of the Pope, and he felt that in such a body, he must have experienced a lot of pain before he could grow up here, like an old soul living in it.

Young people are old, innocent and simple, kind and loving, sometimes... even a little childish.

Chen Yi is indeed qualified to make Sanqing Pavilion a pope at a young age and becomes a pope at the age of seventeen. Such a record is probably the youngest successor in the history of the Dao Sect, which is enviable and jealous.

The assassination storm has passed. No matter how bumpy the process is, fortunately, the final result is a blessing in misfortune - the Pope is safe and sound.

However, there are many doubts about the events that happened.

The origin of that "shadow" has become the biggest doubt. With so many secrets of the sect, I quietly sneaked into the back mountain of Shushan, got rid of the perception of all the star kings, and slapped all great practitioners in the face.

Such an assassin is like an incredible convergence. It is not only the Dao Sect who wants to figure out his origin... Those holy mountain guests who have finally escaped from the back mountain of Shushan will also find ways to find this assassin.

Ning Yi thought about it carefully and shook his head.

He said with some regret: "In fact... it was just an accident that I could kill him. I didn't see his appearance clearly, and it was difficult to find out the origin of his sect from the known information."

Chen Yi's face was a little solemn.

Even the Taoist who was holding an umbrella felt the change in the tone of the Pope.

The Pope's tone was very serious in this sentence.

"Mr. Ning Yi...are you sure he was killed?"

Ning Yi was slightly sluggish when asked.

He thought of the words of the sword-holder in the "Bone Plain" and the sword that he had clenched the snow and split the river... No matter what kind of creature it is in this world, if you get such a sword, will there be a reason to survive?

The river surrounding the mountains is like the River Styx in hell, which can devour everything, endlessly. If the creatures indulge in it have no cultivation and starlight, how can they get ashore?

Ning Yi took a light breath and said with great confidence: "I'm sure, sure, and certain."

Not dead...how is it possible?

Chen Yi's expression calmed down a little. He stroked his chest, as if he had let go of his uneasy heart, and finally he could breathe a sigh of relief.

These mahogany Taoists who followed the Pope also breathed a sigh of relief.

If such an assassin could even avoid the perception of the Lord of the Shushan Mountain, then no matter where the Pope went, it would be a huge threat. Can he protect His Majesty the Pope... they would not have confidence.

It is certain that it is such an "assassin". It is probably difficult to find a second one in the world. Assassination of the Pope cannot tolerate any failure. If there are two... Then there is no doubt that the Pope had already encountered misfortune when he was behind Shu Mountain.

The two walked silently.

Chen Yi suddenly said, "Mr. Ning Yi...what do you think that shadow may be from?"

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes, he didn't quite understand what the Pope meant.

"I mean... from which holy mountain, which academy... or which force, royal family?" When talking about the previous ones, the Pope's tone was light. When his tone became solemn, it was the words behind it, "or... this 'assin' does not belong to either party."

Ning Yi was silent.

He asked the sword holder what the shadow came from.

The sword holder said it very concisely, with only one sentence.

They are...light, not light.

Ning Yi didn't understand the meaning of this sentence. Such a monster was hidden in the darkness, and even the starlight of Qianshou Senior Sister was difficult to break. If you fight against the same realm, you can almost defeat all geniuses... Is such a monster still a human?

In the world of the Sui Dynasty, the northern border was divided into the natural barriers and estranged the demons from the human race. Except for some monsters brought back by hunting, there was almost no demonic aura in the territory... The shadow also had no demonic energy, and the human demons were very different. Ning Yi had seen the Eighth Realm Snow Demon in front of the Xiling Temple. He could distinguish the huge contrast between the shadow and the demon race.

"The ancient Taoist scriptures say that there will be light and darkness."

"Light and darkness are mutually dependent. When the light is turned off, the shadow still exists. Light may be extinguished, but darkness will never." Chen Yi's voice was soft, like raindrops hitting the oil paper umbrella, falling into the heart of everyone present.

"In a sense, darkness is light."

"If the light is extinguished, then darkness will really become light."

He said in a soft voice: "If the Dao Sect is the light that walks all over the world... then being stared at by darkness becomes a matter of course. Some people hope that the light will be extinguished and long for darkness to come. The one who responds with the most urgent attitude is darkness itself."

This sentence is very subtle.

But it is easy to understand.

Not only Ning Yi, but even the mahogany behind him understood the Pope's meaning.

"Pope... do you mean the 'existence' recorded in the Taoist scriptures?" The woman who bandaged Chen Yi's wound carefully considered it and said carefully: "The master of the Sanqing Pavilion said that even if the Taoist scriptures are recorded, there is still no substantial evidence that can prove that the devil exists in the human world."

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes and carefully pondered the words in the female robe Taoist's words... If there is really something illusory like "devil" in this world, instead of the magical and destructive Taoist tyranny of the ghost cultivator in southern Xinjiang... Then the shadow that came to attack the pope was really in line with the image.

Chen Yi was silent for a while.

He looked at Ning Yi and asked, "Mr. Ning Yi...what do you think?"

Ning Yi thought in his mind about the scene of awakening of the "Bone Plain"... The sword holder and the shadow, the hatred and opposition between each other, and the scene of the sky tearing apart. The sword holder said that the destruction of the world will arise because of them?

If this is true, then the shadow may really not be a human...

Ning Yi shook his head honestly and said, "I don't know."

He cannot expose this information, and the existence of the bone flute must be vigilant. If he knows something he shouldn't know... he will burn himself up now, he will not be able to protect himself.

Chen Yi's eyes were a little disappointed.

He hopes that "Mr. Ning Yi" can give a definite answer, at least to make Daozong have more current understanding of "shadow".

But now it seems that Ning Yi is very cautious and does not reveal the details of the back mountain.

As for how to kill the shadow of the "Hou Realm", Ning Yi never mentioned it, just said that he was lucky and the process of killing the other party was very difficult.

Chen Yi found that this uncle from Shushan was too cautious, and did not reveal any cultivation level, nor did he reveal any irrelevant information, and he would never talk much or speak much.

He sighed softly in his heart.

I thought some of my guesses were about to fail.

Chen Yi's eyes subconsciously glanced at him, and then fell on Ning Yi's chest.

He frowned slightly and asked, "Is the person who played the flute music on Xiaoshuang Mountain, who was Mr. Ning Yi?"

Ning Yi was stunned and nodded.

Chen Yi smiled and exclaimed, and he said sincerely: "Mr. Ning Yi can still play the flute?"

Ning Yi smiled and said, "I only know some."

Chen Yi also smiled and said, "I can play some songs. I used to pick up a leaf with a flexible texture in the countryside and I could play it for a long time... Is Mr. Ning's flute still there?"

Ning Yi subconsciously reached out to touch the bone flute and felt a sense of vain.

The white bone plain has turned into "sword bones" and is embedded in the fine snow.

He remained unchanged and thought to himself that the Pope was indeed a keen person.

Ning Yi said with great regret: "I was so panicked when I was in the back mountain... The flute seemed to have been lost."

Chen Yi smiled bitterly and said, "That's a pity. I originally wanted to learn from Mr. Ning Yi... I heard that song when I was passing through Xiling Pass last year. The girl sang lyrics along the song, feeling a little desolate and sad... That song shouldn't have been like this."

Chen Yi doesn't like the sad atmosphere.

But life is always like this. You are forced to bow your head and compromise. The more you don’t want to see anything, the more you can see it.

Chen Yi remembered that the night before he ascended the Pope was before peace. The biggest uneasy was, the flames burned the dark night, the thatched houses were broken, and black clothes came. Some people pulled out swords, some fought bloody battles, and some sacrificed their lives to protect him.

The struggle about power has always been so...they look bright on the outside, but the inside is in a turbulent tide.

After darkness, dawn came, Chen Yi was crowned and stood on the top of Sanqing Pavilion, and all the sacrifices became worth it.

He walked in this world with caution because he had to be cautious, and every day was more cautious than the previous day. He remembered everything that happened to him, remember every detail, any doubtful link... and could cause immeasurable consequences.

When he came to this world and took the position of the pope, he had to do something for the people of the world, only success, not failure.

Chen Yi asked, "What's the name of this song?"
Chapter completed!