A stream of water under the clear sky and flowing clouds is like a path that does not know its destination, carrying those heartbreaking past events, winding towards a distance beyond the reach of the field of vision.

The white-haired man on the bluestone opened his eyes. The hidden sword had been sharpened for thousands of years, and the whole world was stung.

The clouds opened several layers.

But he just looked ahead calmly, his sword eyes shining through the clear stream, and there was no trace of emotion anywhere.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

The water on the stream rippled slightly, revealing a woman in Taoist robes with her hair bound in a jade crown.

Her eyebrows, eyes, and temples are like stars, and her face is beautiful and harmonious. It shows both grace and age. The divine light in her eyes is as impermanent as the slight ripples of water.

"Hey, let me tell you." The Taoist-robed woman's voice was full of complaints: "Duke Huai of Chu asked someone to send you a message, but you didn't listen? Did you ignore your precious apprentice?"

"He was going to kill someone, and I didn't care about him. He was going to be killed, so why should I care about him?" the white-haired man asked quietly.

Fine lines appeared in the water mirror, and the woman's face in the water mirror seemed to be somewhat fragmented.

"Ah this..."

These words are so reasonable that people cannot refute them for a moment!

"But he is your disciple after all, and the true successor of my Nandou Palace." The woman said.

The white-haired man looked at the clear stream calmly: "He has to do things by himself, and he has to walk the road himself. Then he should have his own consciousness. If he dies like this this time, it will be his choice."

"You're my disciple. His murderous nature is not inferior to yours back then. It's just that he can't get rid of his nightmares and is obsessed with himself." The woman in Taoist robes sighed: "Earlier, he came to me specifically to ask for help in fortune telling.

That young man named Jiang Wang."

The white-haired man's tone was still calm: "Then he's pretty good at uncovering your scars."

"Isn't that true?" the woman in Taoist robes said with some resentment: "How can I count the people who Yu Beidou tried to cover up? You, the seven-killer of the real person Lu Shuanghe, are the most powerful real person in the world at the time. My calculation power is not that high.

Go high."

"I have a plan."

"The plan is coming?"

Lu Shuanghe said calmly: "Protect yourself, take care of your body, and live for a few more years. When Yu Beidou dies, you will be the best person in the world in computing power."

"This...how could Yu Beidou die if he was fine? Do you have any news that I don't know?"

"What I mean is..." Lu Shuanghe said: "He is older than you."

"..." Ren Qiuli, the famous Tianji Master, was silent for a while in the water mirror: "Thank you, you are still so good at comforting people."

Of course they all know the real reason.

Without Yu Beidou's Dao in this world, he would have long lost the possibility of becoming a true king. Therefore, his age is an age that is really approaching step by step.

It's just that for a person like Ren Qiuli, he has to wait for another person to live, grow old and die before he can aspire to be the world's most powerful real person... Isn't it a tragedy?

It's not that she can finally defeat her competitors, but that her opponents have already lost to the times and will eventually lose to time.

"But then again, Shengfeng is our own member of Nandou Palace after all. For him to come to me is also a sign of trust." Ren Qiuli said: "You really don't plan to care about him?"

"Do you know what is the cruelest thing in the world?" Lu Shuanghe asked.

Ren Qiuli said: "...It's your sword."

"My sword is not enough." Lu Shuanghe gently raised a finger and pointed at the sky: "It is it. No matter what choice you make, no matter how hard you try, it is like that, following its own order. It won't

Change for anyone and anything.”

He seemed not to understand the tone of Ren Qiuli's words at all. He just stated his answer and continued: "When I was selecting people, I just watched. I accept all the results. I hope he can accept it too."

"It's different now. Now Yi Shengfeng is your disciple. You have raised him for so many years..." Ren Qiuli paused here and asked in surprise: "You want to sharpen his sword? In the Southern Territory

It’s very easy to defeat Duke Huai’s Mansion of Great Chu!”

Lu Shuanghe only said: "Swords are born to kill people, so there is no reason not to break them."

Ren Qiuli said: "The Zuo family has been a family for thousands of years. It has accumulated prestige over time and is as strong as the clouds. When the Duke of Chuhuai gave an order, I don't know how many people drew their swords. If you don't support him, he will have no way to survive."

Lu Shuanghe said: "I believe he had already thought about what he was going to face before he drew his sword."

"After all, he is young and vigorous. He may not understand the importance of the Huai Kingdom of Chu, nor the Qi Kingdom..."

"If a person doesn't know what he is going to face before he draws his sword." Lu Shuanghe interrupted indifferently: "Then what reason does he have to live?"

Ren Qiuli sighed and said: "It's okay if the people under the gods take action. I'm afraid that the Duke of Huai will use its power to suppress others, and if word spreads, it will also hinder the reputation of our Nandou Palace."

Between these two real people, the one who is the uncle cares more about his disciple than the one who is the master.

This is probably the reason why Yi Shengfeng asked Ren Qiuli for help in fortune telling but did not ask his master.

Lu Shuanghe looked at Shui Jing and said extremely calmly: "If there is a being above the gods who takes action against him, of course I will protect my disciple."

As he said himself, before a person draws a sword, he must think clearly about what he is going to face.

Lu Shuanghe undoubtedly thought very clearly.

Ren Qiuli then understood that this was the bottom line drawn by Lu Shuanghe, and also his response to Duke Huai of Chu.

She advised: "It's better to recall Shengfeng. Lord Changsheng will be back soon. During this period, there is no need for us to talk to the Chu State..."

"Zuo Xiao is Zuo Xiao, and the State of Chu is the State of Chu. How far can he go as a Qi man?" Lu Shuanghe responded quietly.

He looked up at the sky again, and saw a bloody eagle-like beast fluttering its wings and passing by, cutting into pieces the wandering clouds.

"I'd like to know too," he said.

The sky was clear.

Silent, formless... and no longer an eagle.

…

…

At the junction of the three kingdoms of Zhuang, Yongluo and Luo, there is a city called "Buyuan".

This is a recognized lawless place, a city of chaos.

The laws of the three countries cannot be extended here, and any morals and precepts in the world do not take effect here.

There is only one voice and one rule.

There is only one crime here

Those who can't afford the life money can only wait to be killed... "poor".

Some people see it as a cancer in the Western Realm, while others see it as a pure land in this world.

But no matter what people say or think about it, it stands here silently and will continue to stand for a long time.

Not to mention the Luo Kingdom, now that the Zhuang Kingdom has risen, the Yong Kingdom has reformed, and the two heroes are confronting each other, this border area has become more and more stable. Probably no one wants to start another national war, and they all need such a place to buffer.

As a result, the city without redemption became more and more prosperous.

It cannot be said that it is the soil that breeds sin, but it is indeed a prison for sinners.

As long as you pay enough life money, you can live here and live well. No matter good or evil, old or young.

Without life gold, there is no life. The same applies to good or evil, old or young.

The criminal guard sitting by the city gate had been dozing for a while.

Although this city is full of villains, he doesn't need to worry about anyone making trouble. The force of force that does not redeem the city has been proven time and again in the past years... It has been a long time since there has been a moment that needs to be proven.

Half asleep and half awake, a person walked up to me and stopped in front of me.

This man was wearing a cloak and linen clothes, and his face was hidden under the cloak.

Standing there politely, as if waiting for him to wake up.

This kind of politeness is incompatible with the temperament of Buhu City.

The crime guard glanced at this person and no longer cared about whether he was a man or a woman, beautiful or ugly, it didn't matter whether he was exposed or not. She just yawned and asked: "Do you know the rules?"

Under the cloak was a young voice: "I would like to hear the details."

It's not easy for young people to survive in this city.

Because young people often still have tempers and their abilities have not yet matured.

But it's none of his business.

Although the crime guard was impatient, he still explained the rules of life gold.

"Tell me, how much do you plan to spend on your own life?" After the crime guard finished memorizing the rules, he lazily took the city entry slip, picked up his pen and said: "A friendly reminder, people who cherish money often live here for a short time.

"

"Uh." The visitor paused and asked, "What's the minimum payment?"

The crime guard caught a not-so-splendid temperament and put away the entry slip and pen: "You don't have to pay a penny."

"Then I won't hand it over." The young man under the cloak said.

Very natural and smooth.
To be continued...