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  Spring arrives and flowers bloom.

  An ancient path winds along the edge of a pavilion, with green hills reflected in its waters.

  Red ink stains the blue screen, white smoke condenses the immortal path.

  A mountain path extends to the top of the mountain, and on the top of the mountain, there is no tree, but a large gray stone. On the top of the mountain, there is a small pavilion, which is very simple. If it rains, the inside of the pavilion will definitely be blown in by the rain. The interior of the pavilion is also very simple, with a rough stone table and a broken green leaf falling on the tabletop. There are two stone stools made of stone pedestals, one facing south and one facing north, only two, not four.

  And the east side of Shandong is actually facing the sea, and it's only when you look down that you'll discover that the east side of this mountain is precipitously steep, like a knife cut. And one side of the railing of the pavilion is almost in line with the cliff wall. And on the rough railing sits a woman dressed as a Taoist nun.

  The woman stood far away, one foot hanging over the cliff in the sea breeze, her black hair never stopping for a moment, flying and fluttering ceaselessly. But that flying black hair made her appear even more lonely and desolate in the sea breeze.

  As you get closer, you'll find that although she's not very pretty, she has an extremely clean face, with a pale complexion, looking like a sword or snow at first glance. What attracts people the most is her sharp chin and those eyes that are not big but exceptionally sharp. Her gaze doesn't have the same calmness as Ye Qingxue's, which sees through everything with depth, nor does it have the cautiousness and agility of Xun Er, nor does it have the purity and determination of Yan Luonang, but rather a coldness and pride that comes from her bones.

  Her pride and coldness seemed to be innate, without a hint of pretence.

  The place where the sea and sky meet, the waves are surging and reflecting a piece of golden scales. Suddenly, more than ten points of spiritual light flew over, and at first glance, it seemed to be coming out of the waves. In the blink of an eye, the more than ten points of spiritual light had already arrived in front of the cliff wall. The spiritual light dispersed and turned into thirteen people, each with a clear and handsome appearance, obviously extraordinary people.

  Standing in the middle was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, but he actually had no age, and only he himself knew his true age. The others were scattered around him in a semicircle, consisting of both men and women.

  The young man standing in the middle looked at the woman sitting on the railing of the pavilion on the cliff, secretly casting a spell to check her magical powers. As soon as the spell was cast, the woman slowly disappeared, like a watercolor painting that had been wetted and sunk into the water. He was shocked and quickly grasped the Lock Heaven Ring in his hand. Just as he withdrew the spell that checked the woman's magical powers, she reappeared on the railing of the pavilion, still sitting quietly with one leg hanging outside the pavilion, her black hair flying in the sea breeze, not even looking at them, as if she didn't know they were there, or as if she simply didn't care about them.

  The young man in the middle narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "The world's sword immortals emerge from Luofu, one sword shines coldly over Beiluzhou. The wind and snow stretch across the sky, a fierce flame appears, drinking blood to avenge a feud."

  This young man said that the two sentences he recited were widely spread in the world, and the first two sentences referred to Luo Fu, while the last two sentences referred to Luo Fu's departure from the world. The departure used a sword called "Yao Guang Jian". The wine in the gourd on his waist was extremely strong, even if it was drunk by a cultivator, it would be like drinking fierce flames, and those with low magical powers might even die from being burned by the flames. So that wine was also named "Lie Yan Jiu", and the words "Yin Xue Ou" had many meanings.

  Since that pursuit of Chen Jing, she has not returned, but has been wandering the world. Her wanderings are not about sightseeing, but about going to one place and then fighting in another. Wherever she passes, blood must flow. After killing someone, she always raises her head to take a swig of fiery liquor, and then departs with the wind. When she raises her head to drink, she has never paid attention to those many hateful gazes.

  The young man didn't stop after saying that, and what followed was: "Lofty and detached from the world, indeed a reputation not in vain."

  Others just looked at the woman sitting on the railing with a dazed expression, secretly angry in their hearts. Although they were not famous in the nine states, they had the reputation of scattered immortals in the South China Sea.

  "The scattered immortals of the South Sea are nothing more than this."

  The woman sitting on the railing of a small pavilion on the cliff turned her head to answer, and with one hand she had already gone to untie the ancient gourd at her waist.

  The four scattered immortals refer to four people, and among these thirteen people, only one is a scattered immortal, that is the young man in the middle, named Yu Jing San Ren. The others are his fellow Taoist friends who often discuss the mysteries of Taoism with him, and today they came here to attend the duel of leaving the dust.

  As they chatted, the gourd had already been opened, and he tilted his head back to drink, his bloodless lips pursed around the mouth of the gourd, which was raised high, clearly indicating that there wasn't much wine left inside.

  However, just as she was about to drink from the gourd, the thirteen people who were originally standing far away suddenly transformed into spiritual light and disappeared into thin air. Yu Jing San Ren then raised his hand, a golden magic ring appeared in his palm, and with a press of his finger, the ring seemed to be embedded in thin air.

  He seemed to be unaware, but between his index and middle fingers, a frosty blade appeared. The direction of the frosty blade was casually pointing at Yu Jing San Ren, who was greatly shocked, feeling a sharp killing intent piercing through his brow. His heart skipped a beat, he hastily recited an incantation, his lips trembling, the golden light on his magic ring surged, enveloping Yu Jing San Ren in the golden light, and then disappeared, leaving only a golden ring in mid-air. The golden ring flashed again, reappearing above the pavilion, and after a slight tremble, it emitted a series of bell sounds, and the golden ring had already expanded, covering the entire pavilion.

  At the same time, a voice echoed in the void: "Haha, Lichun, you're too arrogant. Under my Lock Heaven Formation, let's see how you can escape."

  As they spoke, the edge of the golden ring that had transformed into a circle of golden light suddenly appeared with twelve points of spiritual light. The spiritual light was attached to the golden light, and the wind and clouds suddenly rose. Clouds were born out of thin air outside the golden ring, and strong winds blew in all directions. However, inside the golden ring, there was not even any wind. Her originally flying black hair suddenly fell down, and just as it did, she swung her jade-like hand, and a frosty blade flew out from between her fingers.

  A golden ring flew out, white light flashed by, and fresh blood splattered. The golden light dissipated, reformed into a gold ring, and fell to the ground. At the same time, Yu Jing's scattered people appeared, but they were no longer alive, just headless corpses. The remaining twelve people dispersed in all directions, fleeing for their lives. As they fled, Li Chun rose from the pavilion, soaring straight up to a white cloud in the sky, where she continued drinking wine as if the previous sip had not been finished.

  The wind blew her black hair, blew her law robe, and the white clouds drifted away to the distance. She didn't even glance at the twelve people who were fleeing in disarray. Nor did she look at the Lock Heaven Law Ring that had fallen on the pavilion.

  Those twelve loose cultivators from the Southern Sea turned around, and Li Chen had already disappeared without a trace.

  She was quite disappointed in her heart, as she had been traveling all over the world for many years, with only one goal: to hone her Taoist heart and swordsmanship. However, although she had been to many places, there were fewer and fewer people who could make her go all out in a battle. This year, there was almost no one. She heard that the sea was full of scattered immortals, so she came to the southern coast, seeking to challenge the four scattered immortals of the South Sea. However, only one person, Yu Jing San Ren, showed up, and he disappointed her, so she lost interest in the other three scattered immortals as well.

  "Go back, it's been many years since you came out." In her heart, Lidi thought that she herself knew that she was not invincible and couldn't find an opponent, but rather had already surpassed the level of the masses. Generally, small gods in the mountains could no longer make her think about taking action. The disciples from various sects and schools had also been left behind by her, and she knew that if she still wanted to find someone to duel with, she could only go find the great gods in famous mountains and rivers. However, those gods who dominated the mountains and rivers or large cities were not easy to provoke. Apart from these, there was only challenging the elders or leaders of various Xuanmen Taoist schools.

  She suddenly felt a sense of desolation, a desolate world with no friends, no enemies, and nothing to look forward to.

  Just as she was thinking of returning to the mountain gate for secluded cultivation, a ray of spiritual light flew over from the horizon. The speed of this light was extremely fast, as if it were shuttling through the void between yin and yang. Lidian's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and in that moment, the ray of light had already arrived before her. She reached out with her hand to grab at the air, and the ray of light fell into her palm. It was a small sword with a cold glow, which seemed to be made of ice. As soon as it landed in her hand, it melted away, but a line of golden characters appeared on her palm.

  "Quickly return to Luofu."

  This is Luo Fu's unique flying sword message, and people all over the world only know that Luo Fu's flying sword message is the fastest, but they don't know that this flying sword message also has levels, and what Licheng received was the highest level of the sect master's sword token.

  She tilted her head back and took a swig of wine, the gourd still hadn't left her lips when she vanished into the wind, leaving behind only that white cloud dispersing with the breeze, without a trace.

  "When a person's actions and behavior have a clear purpose, no matter where or when, it can be said that this person has truly matured, matured within the rules set by predecessors. From birth to growth, people in the mortal world are instilled with their elders' aspirations in their minds. These things may be fame, wealth, morality, or ethics. None of them are right or wrong, only layer upon layer of shackles. When using right and wrong to judge a person's behavior and thoughts, this itself is putting invisible shackles on that person."

  This suddenly appeared in Chen Jing's mind, and at the same time, a picture emerged. In the picture, the old swordsman walked in front, Chen Jing followed behind, surrounded by people, busy and bustling, they seemed to be unable to see the old swordsman and Chen Jing, shouting to themselves, their faces were either passionate or sorrowful, but no matter what expression, it couldn't hide the fatigue deep in their eyes. Chen Jing couldn't hear their words, but he could feel it.

  "They are worldly dogs and horses, being enslaved by all sorts of things. Practitioners are no exception."

  "And you?"

  "I'm the same," replied the old swordsman, his voice carrying an air of antiquity, as rough as sand grains.

  This was the first time Chen Jing recalled the old swordsman's words with a visual image, before it was either suddenly remembering a sentence or only having a silent and voiceless picture. He didn't know what kind of thing the old swordsman was enslaved to, and he became confused again, confused about the meaning of his existence in this world.