The Sword Immortal had ultimately passed away.

Legend has it that when the Sword Immortal died, there was a long cry of an Azure Dragon between heaven and earth, and the clouds came to welcome him.

The world revered him as Sword Immortal, but he was merely a master of swordsmanship, akin to a terrestrial immortal. In his youth, he wandered freely with his sword. In his prime, he incorporated the vastness of the ten thousand li of the world into his sword. In his old age, he reached the realm of forgetting the sword and having no sword. In the end, he abandoned everything, all laws were empty, and all laws were only himself.

Such a path was too overbearing and fierce, not a way to cultivate longevity, but he lived his life in accordance with his wishes, never苟活 (gouhuo, a life of cowardly survival).

The teacher of the Great Tang Sword Saint, Fuzi, was being buried, and many people from the Jianghu (martial world) came here.

Whether they came to commemorate this senior of the Jianghu is debatable; it was more likely that they intended to build a connection with the Sword Saint.

In less than half a day, many Jianghu figures had gathered here, mostly from nearby. They had set off overnight upon hearing the news. When they started talking, they discovered that the news of Fuzi's death had come from a Jianghu storyteller, but some had received the news half a month ago and had been rushing from the north, while others had heard it three days ago.

In the end, they all arrived just in time, giving the Sword Immortal Fuzi a grand send-off.

And when they compared appearances, the storyteller's appearance was exactly the same, which was truly amazing.

At this moment, seeing people they knew, they gathered to chat:

"Alas, is this the end of our Great Tang Jianghu Sword Immortal?"

"Yes, it is said that he was also a Jianghu legend who traveled west with the Great Master Xuanzang."

"Hiss, Great Master Xuanzang?"

"Isn't that almost sixty years ago?"

"Of course, forget it, let's talk about something new. What new things are happening in the Jianghu recently?"

"Hey, the Jianghu is calm and peaceful, how can there be any big storms? In the end, it's just General Pei killing that spider demon with a single sword. It is said to be as big as a mountain, and was pierced by the General's sword. And then, according to legend, a few years ago, a child was born in the Lü family of Hezhong Prefecture."

"What's so special about a child being born?"

"This child is no ordinary child. According to legend, when he was born, the room was filled with a strange fragrance, and a white crane flew into the house with a sword tassel in its beak. That sword tassel belonged to General Pei, the Great Tang Sword Saint, when he roamed the Jianghu in his youth. Later, General Pei followed the white crane and saw that the child's bones were extraordinary, so he left the sword tassel behind."

"The Lü family of Hezhong Prefecture is also a famous sword sect in the Jianghu, and they asked General Pei to give him a courtesy name to use when the child grew up. General Pei couldn't refuse, and at that time, he seemed to have specifically sent a letter to inquire with his teacher, that is, this Sword Immortal Fuzi, before deciding on the child's name."

Others roamed the Jianghu, traveling north and south, and loved these Jianghu legends the most, and quickly asked:

"What is it?"

The big bearded man enjoyed the gazes and requests of others, and then leisurely said, "The Lü family of Hezhong Prefecture, named Yan (岩), the stone on the mountain, with the courtesy name Dongbin (洞宾), and this Sword Immortal Fuzi only gave him a hao (号, alias), Chunyang (纯阳)."

"Although I don't know why the old Sword Immortal suddenly gave him the hao 'Chunyang'."

"Pfft, speaking of which, isn't that supposed to make him hold onto his Yuan and guard his Yi (抱元守一, a Daoist cultivation practice) for the rest of his life? Hahahaha."

"So it's Lü Yan, Lü Dongbin, with the hao Chunyangzi. Alas, born into a Jianghu family and given a hao by a Sword Immortal."

"This young master of the Lü family will probably also become famous in swordsmanship when he grows up, hahaha."

"Hmph, that's not necessarily true!" Someone else was jealous and unconvinced, stroking his sword and sneering:

"Too clever when young does not guarantee excellence in adulthood. Are there few lessons like that?"

"Lü Dongbin, Lü Chunyang.

Just by the name, he doesn't seem like someone who knows swordsmanship!"

Everyone burst into laughter: "Zhu Qingfeng, your name implies swordsmanship, but you haven't made a name for yourself."

"That's right, that's right!"

People in the Jianghu are the most unrestrained, and even at this funeral, there are many frivolous and joking words, but when the funeral really began, they all stopped their behavior and became quiet and solemn. In addition to these Jianghu people, there were also the villagers of this mountain village who came here to send the Sword Immortal Fuzi on his last journey.

The world-renowned Sword Saint Pei Yu and the number one beauty of the Jianghu, Gongsun Xianzi, both came.

However, there was also a veiled girl supporting the coffin.

Her hair was as white as snow.

When such a famous Sword Immortal Fuzi passed away, even people who had never met him before showed solemn and sad expressions on their faces. The villagers who had been helped by Fuzi many times felt that a large mountain that sheltered them from wind and rain had left, and many of them wept and wailed. Pei Man and Gongsun also had red eyes.

The Great Tang Sword Saint, who could throw his sword into the clouds and guide it with its scabbard, his sword energy was magnificent. At this moment, his palms were trembling, as if he couldn't believe that his teacher, whom he had met in his youth, who was so powerful and like an immortal, had passed away.

A wave of grief surrounded Fuzi's spirit.

Only the white-haired girl remained indifferent, her pale face expressionless.

Her eyes were deep and lightless.

No expression, no fluctuation in tone.

Like a piece of solid ice.

The blood of Nüwa, the spirit of Nüwa, but a creature created by the turbid world's heavenly secrets, was originally like this.

Such an expressionless, indifferent demeanor was already conspicuous enough in ordinary times, let alone in such an atmosphere where everyone was sad. It was so glaringly out of place that the villagers in the countryside couldn't stand it and secretly exchanged comments, their words full of rejection.

"Strange, Fuzi has raised her for so many years."

"But Fuzi has passed away, how can she not even be a little sad?" "Isn't that too heartless?"

"That's right, that's right..."

Pei Man's tiger eyes swept across, a Jianghu knight-errant, and had also honed killing intent and baleful aura on the battlefield, walking a path completely different from Wei Yuan.

Once guarding a place.

And personally participated in the Great Tang's wars against the Xi, Khitan, and Tubo people. Eventually, he was officially appointed as the General of the Left Jinwu.

A military officer of the third rank.

As if by fate, the power and position of this position are basically comparable to the Crouching Tiger of the Han Dynasty.

In charge of the palace, the capital's patrol police, beacons, roads, and the suitability of water and grass; all the Yiwei and Waifu Yinfei Fan Shang of the Yifu belong to him.

Protecting the imperial family and commanding the army of the capital, the power and luck are no weaker than ordinary third-rank military officers.

It was because of Pei Yu's strong and terrifying swordsmanship that he was allowed to leave the battlefield when there was no war and take up such a position.

Not only the villagers who were gossiping, but even the Jianghu people around him suddenly felt a chill all over their bodies. It was midsummer, but even an insect dared not make a sound, as if it had instantly turned into the coldest winter.

Finally, this funeral ended, and Pei Yu personally entertained the visiting guests.

The mourning hall instantly became quiet.

Gongsun, who was at a good age and had a stunning appearance, watched her senior brother send the guests out and sighed silently. She and her senior brother had been by their master's side since they were young, so she knew that this white-haired girl had always been cold and indifferent, and the expression on her face would not change at all no matter what, and her tone of voice was the same as it had been for more than ten years.

"You don't have to care about what they say, we all know"

The woman suddenly felt something was wrong, turned her head, and was instantly stunned.

She saw the white-haired girl standing there, her right hand stroking the wooden coffin, her eyes dark and lightless, but large drops of tears kept falling down. The girl didn't seem to know what was happening to her, and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hands, but she couldn't wipe them clean no matter what. Finally, she lowered her head and stared blankly at her hands, seeing drops of tears falling on her palms.

She raised her head and looked at Gongsun:

Then, holding up the crystal tears on her fair palm, as if holding a treasure, she softly asked, without any fluctuation in her tone:

"Is this what you call tears?"

"So, am I crying like this?"

"I feel a little uncomfortable in my heart.

Gongsun, is this what humans call sadness?"

Gongsun's face was grief-stricken, and she couldn't help but bend down and hug the white-haired girl who had been with her since she was young and cried. The white-haired girl's face was still so calm, without any waves, and being hugged, she was like a delicate puppet.

Her tone was still without fluctuation, but it was clearly sadder, softer, and more helpless than crying:

"He, won't wake up again, right?"

The Sword Immortal passed away, Pei Yu and Gongsun begged the girl to follow them. In the end, she agreed, but on the way, when the Sword Saint and the female swordswoman of the Jianghu turned their heads, they could no longer see the white-haired girl's figure. They searched in great shock for a long time, but they were still unable to find her.

She didn't want to experience life and death again.

She also didn't want to watch the children she had watched grow up grow old and die one day.

Although she couldn't say it, the white-haired girl, still holding such thoughts in her heart, chose to leave.

She walked ignorantly in the world, and then returned to the mountain where she had waited for Wei Yuan to return from Kunlun to the human world, as if she felt that since waiting for thirty years could allow her to wait for him to return from Kunlun,

then waiting for three thousand years, wouldn't he be able to return again?

Moreover, Huan might also occasionally return there.

However, when she arrived, she suddenly felt something was wrong. She suddenly raised her head and saw that on the top of the mountain, it was not the girl knife-wielder wearing a 독狂 (dokkwang, unique madness) mask and dressed in black and red tights, but a scholar wearing a round-necked black robe. The girl widened her eyes and saw his battle formation. It was a terrifying demon god with a majestic aura and a body wrapped in azure lightning! Boundless turbid air surged endlessly, making everything in the world chaotic, and dark clouds covered the sky.

The surrounding people exclaimed that it was going to rain and packed their things, but the white-haired girl's face instantly became tense. Then, the scholar on the other side seemed to sense something and slowly lowered his head to look at the girl over there. The huge demon god behind him also widened his eyes and smiled, "Found you!"

"Your Highness.

If you secretly run away from Kunlun Ruins, the Tianji Zunzhu (天机尊主, Lord of Heavenly Secrets), will not be happy!"

As the voice gradually grew louder, the demon god took a step forward, and his body suddenly grew huge, transforming into a hideous and terrifying demon god of the turbid world that ordinary people could not see. The white-haired girl pursed her lips, knowing that she was not his opponent, and recalled the 《小白生存要义》(Xiaobai's Survival Essentials) that the old swordsman had written for her when her memory was gradually lost.

Attack.

A sword with majestic sword energy.

The demon god subconsciously stretched out his hand and smashed down towards this sword energy.

Afterward, the girl had already turned around and stepped away.

Run!

The essentials of survival, running is the best option!

The demon god made a move and crushed this sword energy, only then did he realize that something was wrong and saw the girl running away quickly, so he roared angrily, "Don't run!!!"

"Your Highness, please return to the jade coffin in Kunlun Ruins!!"

He was originally a contingency plan left by the Turbid World Tianji Fuxi near the Kunlun Ruins, but because of the Kunlun Ruins incident, Kai Ming sealed off his aura, so he didn't notice it.

At this moment, Zishi Fuxi was not here.

If he came back and found that Nüwa was lost, then as a guard, he would probably experience a tragic punishment.

He wouldn't even die intact.

Falling into Fuxi's hands, no matter which Fuxi it was, it was the same.

Death was the most extravagant ending.

However, his own strength was still extremely powerful, and he was also a level that could leave a name in the Great Wilderness, the Mountains and Seas, and the Myriad Worlds. Just when he was about to grab the girl and could already see her fluttering white hair, he suddenly heard a shocking shout

"Damn it, wife, don't collect the clothes!

"There are immortals flying in the sky!"

The demon god was shaken by this shout and his consciousness paused subconsciously. Then he realized that something was wrong.

With a click.

He only felt a chill in his lower back. It was pierced silently, and his movements froze instantly. A young man was yawning lazily behind him.

A faint purple light flickered in his eyes, "So easy to deceive.

He paused, and his tone was calm and unhurried, "I, Bai Ze, can deceive you without even trying a second time."