Chapter 2180: Fake Stubbornness

"Brother Xiang Xian!"

Zhongshan Weisun stood up and shouted enthusiastically.

Xiang Bei held the world-class halberd upside down and turned back to show that he was "watching".

"It has been eight years since we parted at Guanhetai!" Zhongshan Weisun smiled: "Brother Xiang Xian's heroic figure often appears in my mind!"

Eight years have passed, and they are no longer the young phoenixes who "crying and trying" at the beginning. They have experienced a lot.

Time has carved Xiang Bei's facial features into a very tough one. He used to be arrogant and domineering, but now he is very restrained.

Hearing this, he just said: "The heroic figure with the flames pressed on his face?"

Many years later, when people reviewed the Yellow River meeting of the 3919th year of the Taoist calendar, when talking about this grand meeting of geniuses that was unprecedented in history, there were usually two most exciting scenes that had the highest voices -

the geniuses of Dou Zhao and Chong Xuanzun, and the immortal Jiang Wangjian against Qin Zhizhen's Yama Emperor.

Below this, there is Jiang Wang's sword across the inn, and Jiang Wang's flames on Xiang Bei's face.

This is a battle that is often used for observation, discussion, and learning. It often comes to mind. Many people outside the Chu State talk about Xiang Bei... Oh, that big guy who was put on the face by Jiang Wang!

Zhongshan Weisun was stunned for a moment, and hurried to make amends: "It's all in the past! Who doesn't have a time when they don't perform well? I was only in the top four of the outer building field back then."

"I was in the top eight of the inner court." Xiang Bei said.

Zhongshan Weisun then remembered that Xiang Bei's luck was very bad, and he met Jiang Wang in the quarterfinals.

Of course, when it comes to luck, Zhongshan Weisun's luck is very good, but he failed to grasp it and lost to Yan Shaofei. What can I say?

"All in the past!" Zhongshan Weisun waved his hand with a heroic attitude: "Count the heroes, and look at today!"

Xiang Bei didn't say anything, just pointed at his eyes with his index finger, as if asking - how to see?

"Don't be like that." Zhongshan Weisun smiled and said, "I can't continue the conversation."

"The most outstanding figures have been counted in the past 39 years. Now, eight years have passed, and the most dazzling person is still the most dazzling. Looking forward? In two to seven years, the new Yellow River Conference will also be held. There are talented people in every generation, and the new peerless genius will soon attract the attention of the world." Xiang Bei held the peerless halberd and flew forward: "The time left for us to prove ourselves is getting less and less."

"Yes! We all need to work harder." Zhongshan Weisun hurriedly followed and tried to get close: "The failure of the Yellow River always wakes me up in the middle of the night. I often feel that time is hard to catch up, and I am afraid of wasting it-Brother Xiang Xian, we are really like-minded!"

Xiang Bei held the peerless halberd horizontally, indicating that he should stop here and not follow up: "We are not like-minded, Zhongshan Weisun, you haven't found it yet The real you. Where is your path? "

Zhongshan Weisun paused there awkwardly, and said with a forced smile: "Brother Xiang, I don't understand what you mean."

Xiang Bei stood there, separated from Zhongshan Weisun by a distance of a world-class halberd: "Do you think that doing something you have never done before is a change? Do you think that learning to bow your head is maturity? Do you think that breaking the rules will make you reborn?"

"Brother Xiang." Zhongshan Weisun's smile disappeared: "What do you want to say?"

Xiang Bei shook his head: "Whether it is gentle and elegant or unrestrained, it is just a mask replaced with another mask. The you now and the you before are not the real you. You did not really break the rules, you were just rude and frustrated. The thief on the mountain is still on the mountain. The thief in the heart is still in the heart. "

Then what is the real me? Zhongshan Weisun wanted to ask this, but he did not speak. Because it is really an unnecessary question.

"If you are stubborn and stubborn, you will never see the Heavenly Palace. I suggest you go and see the details of the battle in Tianjing City where Lord Jiang fought. Maybe you will understand what it means to 'break the barriers to achieve enlightenment'!"

After Xiang Bei finished speaking, he went away with his halberd.

His tall figure was just a flash, and he had already blended into the shadows of the distant mountains, as if he was also one of the towering mountains, part of the long mountain range.

Zhongshan Weisun did not follow.

Xiang Bei had already given his answer, and Xiang Bei could not help him.

But Xiang Bei also gave his own help.

Stayed here, looking in all directions, all are desolate. The long military tents are further away, and there are empty fields. This autumn is destined to be unforgettable.

Zhongshan Weisun looked out lonely, the top four in the outer building field of the Yellow River Meeting, and the backs of the top eight in the inner court field.

This man had his natural magical eyes blinded, but he could see more clearly. This man lost the Yellow River Meeting, lost the Mountain and Sea Realm, but became more magnificent.

Whether it is victory or failure, experience can make people grow - the premise is that you face it all.

Although I have never relaxed my efforts in the past eight years, I always lack something.

What is missing?

It is hard to explain, invisible and intangible.

The road ahead is long, do you have insight today?

…

…

The skylight shattered the glazed tiles, and the autumn dream could not be realized.

In the chaotic Nandou Secret Realm, this side hall is a rare quiet.

But the quiet was soon broken.

Long Boji lowered his eyes and raised his sword, and walked in hurriedly.

The ethereal and transcendent temperament of the past has disappeared. The face that can be called upright and square is also wrinkled by the ferocious emotions. The resentful emotions are out of control in every abrupt wrinkle.

Only the bun that was restrained meticulously by the jade hairpin still barely retained some of the dignity of the great sect.

Click! Click!

The boots stepped on the floor tiles with murderous aura.

The woman wearing a black veil and standing in front of the independent window sill, illuminated by the sunset with warm colors, is quietly experiencing the thoughts of late autumn. He heard the footsteps approaching, and then he looked back lazily. The look in those charming eyes was quite careless——

"Senior Brother Long, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Long Boji unsheathed his sword, murderous intent burst out, and for a moment he was furious: "You still dare to ask me what I mean?!"

Meiyue simply turned around, leaned back casually, leaned against the window sill, folded her arms, and looked at Long Boji with disdain: "This secret operation has been planned by Sanfenxianglou for many years. Enough preparation. We have staked our business in the Chu Kingdom for so many years, activated all the secrets in the Chu Kingdom, overcome all obstacles, and brought out the "Peach Blossom Spring" without any incident in Yingcheng. Nothing happened in the Chu Kingdom, but he was discovered at the simplest and easiest stage when he was about to be sent out of the Southern Territory! Senior Brother Long - why can't I ask you what you mean?"

Her eyes at this moment were indifferent, the indifference of no one returning after the sunset: "The yuan stones sent by me from Sanfenxiang Tower can fill this side hall. The materials we offer are all What is missing from your Nandou Palace? Your Nandou Palace is an ancient sect with a long history and rich heritage, but you can’t even take on the easiest part of this matter! Senior Brother Long - I shouldn’t! What do you mean?"

This clear statement is an irrefutable fact.

Long Boji tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, as if this could support his anger and give him a reason to be angry: "You didn't say at first that you wanted to steal the [Peach Blossom Spring]! The people's hearts are not strong enough to stroke the tiger's beard, and this is the only way to get into this catastrophic disaster!" "

"That's not stealing, it's getting back what belongs to you." Meiyue said calmly: "Didn't I inform you before taking back [Peach Blossom Spring]? Don't you know? We will transfer the property of Sanfenxiang Building, transfer Seven times. I’ll feed you until you’re full. Every time we tell you clearly what we’re going to take, what route we’re going to take, and where we’re going to hand over. Let’s get the most out of our affairs—now that the Chu army is here, are you starting to blame us?”

Long Boji raised his sword and asked her menacingly. At this moment, she was the one walking forward. She pressed forward step by step, as if she had stepped on Long Boji's heartbeat: "The matter failed at this stage, and the secret was leaked because of you. Now In this action, I had exhausted all my accumulation in the Southern Territory and lost all the pieces in the Chu realm! Tianxiang had seven, and Xinxiang eleven died in the battle, and five were punished. Xiang Zhenren Faruo died under Douzhao's sword! Brother Long - you come to blame me?"

Long Boji couldn't refute anything that Meiyue said.

He came with the sword in hand with murderous intent, but it didn't make sense now.

But he knew clearly in his heart that all the dangers Nandou Hall had to face now were brought about by the woman in front of him. It was she who opened the box full of disasters. The most fragrant one is the harm to the country and the people!

Long Boji bit his tongue and said harshly: "Shouldn't I blame you? Shouldn't those people who died blame you? If you hadn't come to Nandou Secret Realm, none of this would have happened!"

Meiyue shook her head. The disappointment in her eyes was so obvious that it made Long Boji wonder how many wrong things he had done!

"How could you say such a thing? Huh?"

Her eyes were mixed in the autumn colors, showing a kind of depressed solemnity. She almost pointed at Long Boji's face and asked: "You are the direct descendant of Siming Palace, the expected future of Nandou, Long Boji, the proud son of destiny." ! How did you say such stupid and childish words? If you calm down and think about it, would you still say this? "

She stared at Long Boji: "Is the Chu State going to destroy Nandou Palace because you have done something wrong? Or did they just want to destroy Nandou Palace and just happened to find this reason? Isn't this a very complicated issue? You see Don’t you have an answer! Brother Long, where have you been that wise and calm person? Your heart is so confused! You are so scared—"

She took a step back suddenly, pulling away to a safe distance.

The increasingly intense feeling of oppression suddenly dissipated! Long Boji looked out the window subconsciously. For a moment, he wanted to breathe hard - he almost couldn't breathe.

Meiyue opened her hands and raised her head slightly, revealing her snow-colored neck.

"Haha -" she laughed, and her laughter was so aggressive: "Senior Brother Long, if you are coming to kill me, please use Hengjian. Maybe this can help you regain some courage."

Long Boji took a step back almost instinctively!

After this step, he felt great frustration.

He realized that he had indeed lost everything.

He has been living in the secret realm of Nandou since he can remember.

Nandou Hall is everything to him. All his life so far, he has been working hard to become a "qualified inheritor of Nandou".

He is extremely talented and shows off his talents. He began to handle the affairs of Siming Palace early, and in recent years, he also began to share the power of the entire Nandou Palace.

Everyone thinks so, and he himself thinks so too - he must be the next generation of Master Siming, and is very likely to grow into the master of Nandou Hall.

Nandou Palace suffered a disaster, and it was his sky that collapsed.

He didn't want to believe it all, and he did everything he could, but he knew very well that it was all in vain.

Is he a loser?

No, he knew he was at the end of his rope.

Is he stupid?

No, he just wants to go crazy!

"Senior Brother Long." Meiyue's voice fell gently, and she asked, "Why don't you kill me?"

Long Boji held the sword and said nothing for a moment.

Miyue smiled softly, she smiled lazily like this: "Do you think you are the only one who hates me? Do you think you are the only one in the entire Nandou Palace who wants me to die? Doesn't Master Siming hate me? Don't you want Lord Changsheng to Squeeze me to death? Although everyone knows that I am not the culprit, I am the easiest person to hate at this moment, right?"

"People will always choose to hate the one who is easiest to hate, rather than the one who deserves to be hated the most."

"But you said -" Her voice was even a little light at this time, as if she didn't care about anything, including her own life and death: "Do you know why you were the only one who came here with a sword and killed me recklessly?"

Long Boji looked up at her with bloodshot eyes, angry and confused... waiting for her answer.

"Because it doesn't make sense," she said.

Meiyue burst out laughing, covered her mouth, and laughed so hard: "Because... none of us can escape... Hahahaha, there is no difference between Shenlin, Dongzhen, and Yandao, and there are no exceptions - —We will all...die here!"

Bang, bang, bang!

The sword in Long Boji's hand fell to the ground.

Many of his expressions disappeared in an instant, and his eyes were dull.

There was a hint of coldness in Meiyue's smiling eyes - people who can't hold a sword until the last moment are really weak. Even though the golden body and chalcedony are passed down directly from a large number of families, they are just superficial. Worse than a seventeen-year-old boy from a small town in Zhou Tianjing.

But the coldness quickly melted away, falling crystally on the ends of her long eyelashes.

She gently scraped away the tears from her laughter with her little finger, looked at Long Boji and said, "That's not right. Not everyone in Nandou Palace will die. Just like Sanfenxiang Pavilion, they just die and unfortunately end up in the South Territory. This group. You and I are just abandoned people."

There was a glimmer of light in Long Boji's eyes. He slowly recovered and blinked.

"Speaking of which, all the monks in Tiannan Dou Secret Realm are guarding the gate these days, but I don't know where Master Tianji and Master Qisha have gone?" Meiyue smiled: "They were no longer in Nandou Palace when Chu State took action, right? It's really true. O prophet!"

As if Long Boji didn't hear anything, he squatted down, picked up the sword on the ground, and without saying a word, turned around and walked away faster and faster. He almost escaped from this side hall.

He came with murderous intent and left in a panic.

The sound of the sword left in this side hall was just a lonely sound of hitting the ground.