The monk Budu said softly.

"Sure enough."

"What, what's wrong?" Lu Jing asked.

"Suicide by swallowing gold," Lou Jiang replied, his pupils reflecting the scene of thousands of squid drowning the dead, "He is... feeding fish with his body."

The group of fish hovered in a low spin, and the Chili was speechless.

But Loujiang heard their sad songs.

The boy who said he wanted to borrow the sword gradually drifted away, and the little girl ran into the water pavilion and dragged the young Chengzhu out. At the beginning, he happily talked about the collection, and then the voice gradually became lower.

"Ziyan...a lot of people have returned to the water this year."

"Um."

"Ziyan, won't Liyu wake up this time and won't fall asleep again?"

"Um."

Lu Jing stood there blankly, watching them go away.

The woman by the plain window stroked the top of his head and said softly, "Eleven, you have to know that we are just passing by most of the time, and we don't understand other people's joys, sorrows and joys... They came to Licheng and watched the misty rain. , they exclaimed and admired the glow of the sky and the earth that it splashed out in the gloom and gloom.

But do they really know the city?

Do not.

They don't know anything, they are just passing by.

"Hey," Monk Budu sighed with a sullen face, "It's hard to do, so it wasn't Zhou Ziyan who wanted to kill us, it was the whole city that wanted to kill us."

Knowing that there is no hope for life, and knowing that there is no fear of death.

The whole city is complicit.

Chapter 37

"I don't understand," Zuo Yuesheng stared blankly at Zhou Ziyan and Doudou in the maze, "Hasn't this city also killed Taiyu with swords?"

He still remembered the blood surging in the tavern that day.

At that time, there were Qiu Bodeng, Lu Jing, and him. They surrounded a candle and listened to an unreliable monk talking about the past of Licheng, saying that the young patriarch of the Taiyu clan was roaring and roaring, saying that he was the future shepherd of heaven, and that Kongsang had thousands of years of strength. Hai, also said that the city of Li has a million mortals and a million soldiers, and that the city of Li is full of swords and armor.

It was said that the people of this city were as humble as ants compared to the cultivators, and at that moment they did not care about themselves.

With kitchen knives, with scissors, with teeth, with all ridiculous weapons.

Licheng Chengzhu, who had the highest cultivation base, was dead, and there was no one who could fight against the Taiyu young patriarch. Sword light.

The corpse is like a mountain and blood is like a sea, and finally the sword shines on the twelve continents.

It is so sad, so fierce.

Such a fierce city, a city where millions of people could stand up together, how could it be trapped in the cold rain and discuss day after day, until the quarrel between husband and wife was full of remorse, and it was the prime of life. Who swallowed gold and committed suicide to feed fish?

Where did that sword go?

"When did the Pocheng sword cut Taiyu?"

Lou Jiang suddenly grabbed the monk Budu and let out a low growl.

"Speak! Speak!"

"It's been thirty-two years since I returned, on the second day of the Zhaoyue."

It has been thirty-two years since its return, on the second day of Zhaoyue. Thirty-two years...

Lou Jiang let go of the monk Budu, and took a staggered step back, feeling cold all over. He remembers this time, he remembers! He had read the trajectory of another person countless times, and imagined that person's high spirits at a certain moment through simple words, both jealous and longing... He had read it so many times that the final numbers were familiar by heart.

The Shanhaige Disciple Zong records: Thirty-two years after returning home, on the second day of the Zhao month, Zhou Ziyan returned to his hometown to visit relatives.

About a hundred years ago.

The passage of time takes a long time to see traces on the cultivators. After entering the path of immortality, if the cultivation base has a little success, the aging will be very slow. The "young" and "old" of a cultivator and the mortal are two completely different concepts. Thirty-two years after returning home, the boatman Yan became enlightened. Lou Jiang didn't know if he returned to Licheng with the spirit of returning home in honor of his hometown.

That year, he was sixteen years old.

A hundred years later, when Lou Jiang saw Zhou Ziyan again, he was still young, and he even tried to hide his face and wanted to leave. Lou Jiang read his youthful elegance, and subconsciously felt that he was still the one who returned to his hometown at the age of sixteen. He didn't realize that a hundred years had passed.

a hundred years.

What happened in a hundred years?

Let a genius and a fiery city become what it is today?

Lou Jiang pushed the others away and rushed towards Zhou Ziyan, who was about to disappear at the end of the corridor.

"Loujiang Loujiang!"

Zuo Yuesheng and the others were shouting from behind, but Lou Jiang didn't hear them at all.

Before Zhou Ziyan's phantom was about to disappear, he grabbed Young Chengzhu's collar and shouted hysterically:

"In the end what happened?!"

How did you become like this?

The person he most envies and the person he admires the most.

His fingers brushed his collar, Lou Jiang was swept away by a force and crashed into chaos. When he woke up again, he was kneeling in a slightly dimly lit clean room, and a familiar old voice came from above his head: "Ziyan , you are too impulsive! I didn't give you a listening talisman, why didn't you tell me first? No matter how bad it is, you should bring people back to Shanhai Pavilion and let Shanhai Pavilion handle it!"

"But will he die?"

Lou Jiang heard Zhou Ziyan's voice, depressed and low.

"Let Shanhaige solve it, will he die?"

He raised his head and saw Elder Tao with an angry face, familiar but unfamiliar.

Elder Tao, who Lou Jiang is familiar with, is an old man who is not doing his job properly. He wanders around the pavilion all day long without any air. However, Elder Tao in Zhou Ziyan's memory looked younger, more stern and serious, neither smoking nor elegant, more like the pillar of Shanhai Pavilion that had been rumored to have guarded the city of immortality for hundreds of years.