Chapter 1838: Rain falls on the earth, fog hides and cloud swords appear.

Suppressing the absurd thought in his heart, seeing that Liu Zhuqing seemed to be in a state of enlightenment, Gu Han did not disturb him and quietly retreated.

With a wave of his robe sleeves.

He casually set up a ban.

When he came to a wild flower in full bloom, he suddenly thought of Yun Jiansheng's natural sword intent.

"Don't worry."

With a sigh, he whispered: "This time, I will definitely let you reunite with Senior Feiyu!"

...

In the vast and silent depths.

A vortex of star mist slowly turned, hazy and dreamy, like billions of stars gathered together, magnificent and mysterious.

In the star mist.

Thousands of floating islands appeared and disappeared, arranged in a staggered manner, and they were all connected by ribbon-like star chains, turning into a magnificent and powerful formation.

Xuanji Ancient Saint Dao!

A force that is even older and much more ancient than Xuantian Domain!

The edge of thousands of floating islands.

There is a special valley.

Outside the valley.

It is covered with a layer of prohibition, as if it has completely blocked this place.

Inside the valley.

Birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and the spirit is high. The green grass and exotic flowers are everywhere, full of freshness and nature.

In the center.

There is a thatched cottage about ten feet square, showing the elegance and freshness.

A flash of light.

A figure landed in the valley, wearing a yellow dress, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a slim figure, lively temperament, beautiful face, a girl.

Her waist is soft.

She came to the thatched cottage and bowed respectfully. Her voice was like a lark, crisp and moving.

"Aunt."

"Daddy asked me to ask you again, do you still disagree?"

There was silence in the thatched cottage.

The girl's expression did not change. This was not her first time here, nor was it the first time she hit a wall.

In the past.

She would ask a question and leave without getting a reply, but this time was different.

"By the way."

She curled her lips and said deliberately: "Before I came here this time, I heard that Xuantian Domain was going to restart the Sword Fighting Conference."

"Really...?"

A trembling female voice came from the hut.

Different from the girl.

The woman's voice has both the etherealness of a mountain stream and the gracefulness of lingering sound, which seems to be able to wash away everything. Just by listening to the voice, you can guess how stunning the person is.

"Of course it's true."

The girl saw the woman speak, and said again: "The time will be half a month later."

"He...is back?"

The woman spoke again, and there was a hint of hope in her voice.

"I haven't heard of this."

The girl deliberately said: "It seems that the four major sword sects have joined forces to restart it, and it has nothing to do with the former Xuantian Sword Sect."

"..."

A long silence.

He.

Didn't come back?

"I want to go and see."

After a long while, the woman spoke again, her voice was still ethereal and graceful, but with a little more loneliness and sadness.

"Aunt, no."

The girl shook her head, "Dad said that as long as you don't agree to the marriage proposal of the Gan clan, you can't leave this valley."

"..."

There was another long silence.

"Wen Yue."

After a moment, the girl spoke again and whispered, "You have wanted the position of Xuanji Saint for a long time, right?"

Hearing this.

The girl's eyes suddenly flashed with a little light.

"Aunt, you are joking."

She lowered her eyes, covering her emotions, and whispered, "No matter what, I am not as good as aunt, how dare I have any unreasonable thoughts?"

"Let me go out."

The girl ignored her words and her voice gradually calmed down, "I know you have a way."

"Let me leave."

"Let me take a look, let me... give up, this inheritance mark of Xuanji Saint is yours."

"Aunt!"

The girl's eyes were bright again, "Are you serious?"

"Of course."

"Okay, aunt, wait a moment."

The girl was like a different person, the agility of her body disappeared, replaced by endless ambition and greed.

"Half a day later."

"I will give my aunt an answer and will definitely satisfy her wish!"

After saying that.

She did not want to stay any longer, so she swept the jade talisman in her hand and left the valley directly, leaving only a lonely hut.

The furnishings in the hut were extremely simple.

A woman in white stood by the window, staring blankly outside, not knowing what she was thinking.

Her temperament was elegant and extraordinary.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes were like autumn water, her appearance was so beautiful that there was no flaw at all, as if God had given her the best of everything.

However.

What was a little abrupt was her hair that was like white snow, which made her look more fragile and lonely.

Xuanji Saint, Master Feiyu.

She was also Yun Jiansheng's former lover.

Feiyu fell into the mortal world, and Yun Jiansheng was hidden in the fog.

My black hair turned white, and I pray for your return.

But now the world of mortals has been cut off, the sword is hidden in the mist, the flying rain has no place to fall, and it has naturally become rootless rain. The three thousand black hairs have also turned into white hair of longing.

She knows.

The probability of Yun Jiansheng surviving is extremely small.

She knows even more.

Going to the sword fighting conference this time will only bring more despair.

But she can't help it.

Even if there is a one in a billion chance, she wants to go and see, to see in person, to see if that familiar figure will appear by her side again like he did back then.

This is her last hope.

It is also the only motivation to support her survival.

Staring at the valley blankly.

Amid the billowing clouds and mist, a man's figure seemed to be faintly transformed, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, as handsome and as energetic as before.

"sorry……"

"I may...not be able to wait until you come back."

Looking at this non-existent figure, she murmured to herself, two lines of clear tears streaked down her cheeks, and they couldn't stop anymore.

…

The time for the sword fighting competition was getting closer and closer, and Gu Han's mood became calmer.

As before.

While enjoying this hard-won quiet time, I am also constantly thinking about my future path.

Time keeps passing.

In the blink of an eye, another half month passed.

The sun is rising.

Climbing along the horizon, a ray of red light fell on Gu Han, waking him up from his trance.

"Tangtang."