The wind stopped and the snow stopped.

The ownerless plum rain ended the heavenly solution, spiraled down from mid-air, and stuck into the earth not far away.

"Woo..."

The sword was trembling and making a low whimpering sound, like crying.

Feng Zhongzui noticed that Gu Lao's body was aging at an exaggerated speed visible to the naked eye, and silently moved the preaching mirror to another place.

Mei Siren still held Gu Yu, but felt that the weight of the person in her arms was getting lighter little by little.

Soon his chin began to tremble slightly. After hesitating and struggling for a long time, he raised his head and looked at Xu Xiaoshou to one side:

"Can the secret of life save him?"

From Xu Xiaoshou's perspective, Gu Lao's life patterns were withering, melting, and gradually extinguishing with the breath of his soul.

This is an irreversible process.

The secret of life can make people break up their lives, but it cannot forcefully change their lives.

If life is limited, then death is the result of life. On this one-way road, it can never turn back.

If life is infinite, then death is a process of transformation - Gu Lao's life pattern does not disappear absolutely, it relatively becomes part of the energy of heaven and earth and enters a natural cycle system.

The world is ruthless.

The same goes for life.

Xu Xiaoshou shook his head silently. When he saw Mr. Siren lowering his head calmly, he stopped talking.

If he wanted to, he could actually change his life by force.

But it is not a change in the result, but a relatively static intermediate process.

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't make Gu Lao wake up and recover. He didn't have such vast magical powers.

He just has a lot of battery life because of his passive skills. If he really wants to do it, he should be able to transfer the vitality to Gu Lao, allowing him to "get" while "passing", and maintain a balance.

But it only maintains the balance of the living dead.

Gu Lao could not speak, move or think. He would be frozen in this moment forever.

There also needs to be a second true body next to him that keeps entering the state of vitality. Once interrupted, Mr. Gu will continue to develop towards that result.

This is not life!

This is a punishment for two people, life is worse than death!

So until the end, Xu Xiaoshou remained silent because this did not even constitute a "choice".

Everyone around looked at this scene quietly, and even the semi-saints of the Holy Temple did not make any noise at this time.

Guyu left.

He walked quietly.

If the semi-saint dies, the whole world will be saddened.

It's a pity that even if a mortal is still half a step away from becoming a saint, there is still a distance in between.

Under the Xuanmiao Sect, it is unclear whether Guyu has attained enlightenment or not.

What the world knows is that nearly half a month has passed since the preliminary ranking of the Seven Sword Immortals was finalized, and the "Number One Sword Immortal" fell!

This is not the end.

This is a turning point in a changing situation.

The legend left behind by "One sword once opened a mysterious door" is bound to set off a storm in the circle of ancient sword cultivators and attract tens of thousands of people to pursue it.

But, that’s all a story for later…

"I'm leaving for a while."

Mei Siren stood up with Gu Yu in his arms, whispered to Xu Xiaoshou, and walked away from the crowd.

"Um."

Xu Xiaoshou watched Mr. Siren leave, but could not feel the sadness.

It had only been half a day since he met Mr. Gu.

He did get something from Gu Lao. When he thought about it carefully, what exactly the Xuanmiao Sect was seemed to have faded away to nothing.

Don’t talk about gains, only talk about lessons. The only thing Xu Xiaoshou remembers is...

He believed that Liu Fuyu and even all ancient sword cultivators would remember this, which should be what Gu Lao wanted to tell the world:

To walk the path of a sword god, one of the nine sword skills is indispensable!

This is the threshold.

The threshold for enlightenment and ascension.

So……

"Tao, what is it?"

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the sky in despair.

Even if he masters the three great road maps, he will fall into confusion.

After the rain, the sky is as clear as a mirror and as clear as a mirror. At this time, the wind and snow reappear and fall as usual.

"Buzz!"

The plum rain trembled.

Holding Gu Yu in his arms, Mei Siren paused and looked at the sword that he had named himself.

He actually forgot to take it away with Xiaoyu.

"Feel sorry……"

The Meisi people turned around and walked away, hoping to pick up the plum rain.

"who?!"

Xu Xiaoshou tilted his head so hard that his scalp felt numb.

Because at this moment, in the "perception", there was suddenly a person beside Mei Ziyu.

He seemed to have been there for a long time...

But before Mei Siren turned his head, Xu Xiaoshou didn't notice him at all, as if he didn't exist!

In mid-air, Fang Wenxin, Zhong Yuanzi and others lowered their eyes with surprise.

The ancient sword cultivators who landed early and watched him off silently were also surprised.

As far as everyone could see, they saw a white figure next to the plum rain.

He is extremely tall.

Xu Xiaoshou is already tall enough, half a head taller than the others, and the figure in white is almost the same.

His white robe is very homely and casual, with only a simple crane pattern in white, which he wears casually.

His long black hair fell down both sides of his temples, slightly fluttering in the wind and snow, and shaped his fair and warm jade-like cheeks.

It is worth mentioning that……

There was theatrical makeup around his left eye, and even his eyelids were pink, but only this eye was painted pink.

Others, even their feet were bare, as if they were coming from nowhere in a hurry.

"Long time no see, Mr. Siren."

The smile on the middle-aged man's lips is elegant, easy-going and extremely charming.

In his left hand, he held an unfinished volume of "The Book of Swords". The first sentence of the book was "It can be something without, it can be something without, the Tao is nothing, it's a great dream for thousands of years."

Before Mei Siren could make a move, his right hand took the lead to touch the bead on the hilt of Mei Ziyu's sword that was leaning on the ground.

Surprisingly...

Mei Ziyu, who was still crying just now, became quiet when the swordsman in white put his hand on her.

"Mei Ziyu cannot be buried in the same place as Gu Lao." He said shockingly, looking at the Meisi people, he said bluntly:

"The sword of the No. 1 Sword Immortal. The sword opens the door to mystery. It is said to be 'the best in the world'. It will become a famous sword in the future."

"The merits and demerits are equal to each other, so the sword is not in danger, but under such circumstances, if you are buried with Gu Lao, you will not be able to live in peace after death."

After saying this, he nodded slightly:

"Condolences."

Mei Siren froze in front of the sword, his thoughts stopped.

Su Qianqian flashed through Xu Xiaoshou's mind...

During his time at Tiansang Ling Palace, the first famous sword he came into contact with was Su Qianqian's tomb-named Chengxue.
To be continued...