Han Yuan calmly watched the mountain gradually disappear into the secret realm, and tried to put the scenery in his mind as much as possible, because he knew that he would never come back.

"Let's go," Yan Zhengming said to them, "see you in Shu in a month."

Cheng Qian and Yan Zhengming galloped all the way with their swords, without stopping for a moment on the way, they reached the extreme north in one day and one night.

Da Neng crossed the border and touched the warning wind chime above the Xuanwu Hall. The disciples who guarded the door that day came out to check, but they didn't see anyone. They only saw a light and narrow trace of frost left in the sky, which disappeared in the air in a blink of an eye.

After passing the Xuanwu Hall and further north, there is a large ice field uninhabited.

After flying over the Arctic Icefield and the Great Abyss for three full days, the weather was getting colder and colder, and Cheng Qian had the illusion that he had returned to the Mingming Valley Ice Pool. However, there is only one corner of the ice pool after all, which is far less than the vast indifference of the Great Icefield and its indifference to all things. It seems that all hope and life will end here.

Three days later, the world of ice and snow came to an end, and a vast ocean suddenly rushed into the field of vision-the two finally reached the sea of ​​​​Northern Underworld.

Yan Zhengming shook out the stone mustard seeds from his sleeves, and the stone mustard seeds fell into the stagnant sea water and turned into a huge ship as tall as a mountain. It was unmanned and sailed on its own. Gentle Township is a specification.

Cheng Qian looked at the boat inside and out, not knowing what to say about him.

Yan Zhengming: "What are you looking for?"

"Ge jì," Cheng Qianmu teased him with a face, "I always feel that Yingge Yanyu can be heard in this place in the next moment, sing the one you said... What is that called?"

"Fuck you, this damn place is freezing to death," the head Yan, dressed in a soft brocade robe, complained insincerely, holding a folding fan, "It's all you who are looking for trouble!"

Cheng Qian: "..."

Sect Master Yan leaned to one side on the soft couch and said in a arrogant manner, "Don't come here and hammer my legs!"

Cheng Qian habitually ignored his vexatiousness, leaning on the mast and looking out to the sea.

It was clearly noon at this time, but there was not a single light on the sea. It was like a dark ink, which is indescribable even in the deepest mountain abyss. The wind is calm and quiet, like a dead place.

Compared with the East China Sea where there are many reefs and undulating winds, it is like a noisy river ditch.

No one knows how deep the Sea of ​​Beiming is. When Cheng Qian looked down from the sea, he couldn't help but re-emerge in his heart the same feeling he had when he was looking at the Valley of Heart Demons from the back mountain when he was young. More and more want to find out.

"Who deserves the name Guan Beiming? Those are all short-sighted mortals who are arrogant."

Cheng Qian suddenly remembered Tong Ru's words. At first, he thought that the master was cynical and self-deprecating. Until then, Cheng Qian was really convinced.

When the real night fell, the wind began to pass over the sea, and when it whimpered, it seemed like thousands of ghosts were circling. The ship transformed into stone mustard seeds was hundreds of feet high.

Unconsciously, Cheng Qian stood silently on the side of the ship for a whole day and night, and entered samadhi without warning. It is strange to say that he is naturally narrow-minded, but he has a special affinity with the sky and the sea. , that is, at the seaside, about the practice itself is a process of making up for what is missing.

Beyond the East China Sea is Beiming, and what is beyond Beiming?

Humans cannot grow but the heaven and the earth, what is there before the heaven and earth begin and after they decay?

They use their finite bodies to explore the infinite realm, enter this extremely narrow path, and embark on such a road destined to be martyred. Is it just for the delusion of mortals to go to heaven and earth and turn clouds into rain?

At this time, Ting Qiankun, who was sealed in his inner palace by Shang Wannian, and the Sea of ​​Beiming sent out a subtle resonance, as if echoing the distant past. In a trance, he heard the bell again. The ground lit up with brilliance, but unfortunately, the power that Shang Wannian supported by his Primordial Spirit slightly blocked it and fell back again.

I don't know how long it took for Cheng Qian to wake up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Yan Zhengming leaning against the cabin, standing beside him.

As soon as Cheng Qian saw him, it was as if he had fallen back from heaven and earth to the mortal world. He couldn't help being greedy, so he smiled.

Cheng Qian asked, "How long has it been?"

Yan Zhengming raised his hand to wipe the water vapor from his face: "For three days, I'm bored to death."

"Three days?" Cheng Qian was stunned, frowning and looking around, "I don't even have a map, how can we find the secret realm of Daxueshan?"

"It's useless to ask for a map," Yan Zhengming said, "you can't understand the map on the sea - the stone mustard does not move with the water, it will be attracted by the place with strong air, let's go and see, not make an appointment with them. It's been a month? I won't think of a solution in two days."

Yan Zhengming came over as he spoke, stretched his arms around Cheng Qian's waist lazily, and put his hands on him and said softly, "It's so quiet, it feels like we are the only ones left in the world."

Cheng Qian pondered the scene for a moment, and suddenly shuddered: "What? Isn't that the only one left for you to toss? I'd better hurry up and cut myself off."

Yan Zhengming had a rare peace of mind on this day, and he didn't have the same knowledge as a professional family like him, so he pushed him tighter and said softly: "When I was in the Valley of Heart Demons, I thought this way more than once, if there is only you in the world. Just the two of me."

He said, closing his eyes slightly, feeling that at this moment, his heart seemed to be finally filled.

In the past, there was always a gap, and sometimes a dàng movement would bring out a series of wild thoughts. Even on Fuyao Mountain, Yan Zhengming would occasionally wake up from some insignificant nightmares.

One day he also dreamed that the Fuyao sect finally returned to the top of the ten sects, and the scenery became more beautiful, but there were countless beautiful female monks who came to Fuyao Mountain one after another, looking for Cheng Qian to become a partner of double cultivation. He was awakened alive, and when he opened his eyes and saw Cheng Qian's sleeping face, he realized that this was just a deep feeling in his heart.

Yan Zhengming saw Cheng Qian's earlobe close at hand, he couldn't help licking it lightly, then opened his mouth to cover it, and rubbed his canine teeth.

Cheng Qian jolted and gave him an elbow. A thin layer of red quickly rose from the base of his ear to his neck, and scolded: "What? Do you think this is Fuyao Mountain?"

Yan Zhengming let go of him and said with a low smile: "I used to say that Sword Art Online is full of swords and swords, but I still don't believe it, but now I understand what is going on in one of the steps... People are always greedy enough, I used to think that even if It's Huáng Spring's Nai Hekou. It would be great if I could see you again. After a long absence, I reunited, and I thought, if your heart is like mine, it would be good even if you didn't say it for the rest of your life... Up to now, I suddenly feel dissatisfied. Now, I want to always add a 'mine' before 'Cheng Qian'."

Cheng Qian was very heartbroken by what he said, but he teased him earnestly and said: "You are shaking back and forth in your own mind, and your cultivation is not enough, so don't blame Sword Art Online."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

He was silent for a while, then looked at Cheng Qian seriously and asked, "Did you really not hear me pouring out my heart?"

Cheng Qian immediately laughed out loud, Yan Zhengming became angry, and immediately made a gesture of going back to the cabin to be sullen. Cheng Qian hurriedly smiled and took his hand: "Hey, senior brother, don't be angry, I haven't..."

His voice stopped abruptly, Cheng Qian's pupils shrank slightly, and he suddenly felt the speed of the boat under his feet. The next moment, he suddenly pulled Yan Zhengming to his side, stretched out his hand and grabbed the mast. The ship fell straight up and down.

I saw that the vast and boundless Sea of ​​Beiming suddenly broke from the middle, splitting the whole world in two, pulling out a large "waterfall" of tens of thousands of meters in height...

And under such a terrifying grand scene, there was no sound of water quietly heard.

Cheng Qian didn't have time to think about it, the big ship had already crossed the fault straight and flew out.

Chapter 100

I saw that the quiet waters split into two without warning, and there was an abyss with a width of nearly 100 feet in the middle. , as if someone's teeth were fighting.

Yan Zhengming rubbed his ears, waved Shijiazi back to his sleeve, and the two of them held their swords and stopped dangerously above the crack.

There is no wind, no làng, the sea water goes straight up and down, but the flow rate is unnaturally slow, propping up a craggy sea wall, but the lifeless water waves are like paintings.

The two swords in the air trembled involuntarily, as if they were planning to throw their master down and flee by themselves.

Cheng Qian put the real essence into his eyes, looked down, and saw that the abyss could not be seen.

He had no choice but to ridicule bitterly: "Senior brother, you said that your broken ship will find the secret realm according to the clear air, and it found a ditch?"

Yan Zhengming glared at him: "How do I know, besides for no reason, it's not all my fault that I want to come to such a ghost place..."

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault, right?" Cheng Qian hurriedly cut off his voice, "What about now? Leave here?"

"Nonsense, are you going to be stuck in a ditch for the New Year?" Yan Zhengming adjusted the height of the wooden sword slightly, grabbed Cheng Qian's wrist, and warned, "Don't let go of my hand."

The two were cautious, and Yu Jian flew forward, intending to stay away from the abyss before releasing the stone mustard seeds, but a strange thing happened - the abyss seemed to be active.

It was like an unfathomable big mouth, opened its black throat, and chased after the two of them relentlessly. They flew up, and the sea water and abyss under their feet also rose and flew forward, and the abyss wasBecame the moon in the sky, and people walk in ditches.

The time is a little longer, and the hair is straight before the eyes.

Cheng Qianxin said: "If it goes on like this, we will not be able to escape this area even if our true essence is exhausted."

He turned his head and saw that the sea wall on the side of the abyss was extremely depressed, as if it was about to fall over and press the two of them below.