Journey To the World of Film and Television

They have waited for this gathering for many years from all over the world, and in a blink of an eye they have to go their separate ways in a hurry.

Xu Fengnian watched his second sister Xu Weixiong and Huang Man'er leave by boat, and said with a complicated expression: "Eldest sister, since you have been 'robbed' out of Lu's house by Hong Xixiang, why don't you come back to Beiliang with us?"

"Silly boy, if this is the case, won't all the conflicts between Wudang Mountain and the Jiangnan literary world be passed on to the Wangfu?" Xu Zhihu's eyes showed soft light, he gently touched the top of Xu Fengnian's head, and looked back at Hong Xixiang, Showing a quiet and gentle smile, "I have spent the first half of my life living for Bei Liang's successor, and I want to spend the rest of the time with him."

"Pass it on, pass it on! Every time I think of my sister's haggard appearance with exhaustion and no cure, I wish I could lead Beiliang cavalry to conquer the literary world in the south of the Yangtze River!"

Seeing that Xu Zhihu was so persistent and Xu Fengnian couldn't persuade him anymore, he looked at Hong Xixiang who was standing far away, at first glance he was still as naive as before, but the light flowing in his eyes gave off an inexplicable heaviness .

"Hong's wrong, I should call you brother-in-law." Xu Fengnian calmed down and said, "I will withdraw from the marriage in the name of the palace, and please take good care of my sister. When I return from Beimang, I will go to Wudang Mountain Take her home."

Hong Xixiang showed a smile on his face and nodded lightly. A crane sounded from the sky, and the crane with wings spread several feet landed beside Xu Zhihu, rubbing the back of her hand affectionately.

Cranes lined the clouds in the clear sky, Xu Fengnian stared blankly at the red glow that disappeared into the sky, his lost eyes were full of regret and reluctance.

"Don't be hypocritical, it's not like I won't see you later?"

Zhou Ji stood by the river with his hands behind his back, showing a slight smile, "People in the world practice martial arts and you cultivate immortality. Qionghua's mind can reach the upper limit of immortality. Now you should first consider how to learn to fly with the sword as soon as possible. Thousands of miles, traveling towards the North Sea and Mu Cangwu', I want to see them go anytime, why should I be so sad now?"

"Why do I feel like you're lying to me again?" Xu Fengnian shuddered subconsciously, looked at Zhou Ji suspiciously, saw the sincere smile on his face, and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity

It's like... It's exactly the same as when he 'tricked' him into learning Qinggong.

Xu Fengnian put away his messy thoughts, showed his usual Erha smile, and said proudly: "However. Since I have been deceived by you many times, let's do it again~"

"Tsk~ You're really good at getting cheap." Zhou Ji glanced at him pretending to be disgusted, and said contemptuously: "I may not be able to go with you on the trip to Beimang, but I just advise you to major in Yujian flying, so that you won't have to worry about it in the future." If you encounter a land fairyland, you won’t even have the chance to escape.”

"Ah, yes, yes, everything you say is right." Xu Fengnian waved his hand, as if deliberately raising Zhou Ji's blood pressure, and said indifferently, "Anyway, thank you~"

The corners of Zhou Ji's mouth twitched as he looked at it with a faceless and perfunctory attitude, and he grinned a bright smile, and said without the slightest smile in his calm eyes, "There is still a long way to Beiliang, in order to avoid another assassination on the way, how about I Let’s take you back to Lingzhou in secret first.”

Hearing Zhou Ji's unwavering voice, Xu Fengnian felt a chill run down his spine, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.

"On your shoulders and on your hands, I think it's good to hang it with a rope, and it can let you get used to flying with a sword in advance." Zhou Ji smiled, and before he finished speaking, Xu Fengnian clasped his hands and bowed ninety degrees corner, almost breaking his voice: "Hero, spare your life!"

After this uproar, it also dilutes the sadness of the separation of the siblings.

Thinking of Wei Shuyang and Shu Xiuning Emei who were still misleading all parties on the border between Beimang and Liangzhou, everyone didn't stay by the river for too long, so they took a boat northward to the pre-arranged meeting place, and returned to Beiliang in a hurry .

Lingzhou City, Beiliang Palace.

After the beginning of winter, light snow comes, but there is no snow during the light snow season. In a blink of an eye, Nangong Pushe has been staying in Tingchao Pavilion for more than a year.

She has already finished reading the basic martial arts on the first floor of Tingchao Pavilion, but she still likes to go upstairs to get the secret books of exercises and go back to the first floor to look through them.

A ray of cold wind slipped through the gap of the gate, brushing the hair hanging by the ear, bringing a little bit of coolness, and whimpering softly.

As the brisk footsteps moved from far to near in the wind, Nangong Pushe's cold and calm eyes flickered with fluctuations, and then returned to the usual indifference.

The door opened, and the soft sound of the scabbard pendant echoed in the quiet hall. Xu Fengnian tightened his cloak and closed the door. He was surprised and said, "Why are you still on the first floor? Didn't you finish watching the heavy snow last time?" Do you have any books in the building?"

"I like staying here." Nangong Pushe didn't stop turning the pages of the book, and didn't even raise his head to look at him.

Xu Fengnian had long been accustomed to her aloofness, so he walked up to him, took off the Chunlei embroidery winter from his waist, and handed it over with both hands.

"Thank you for the knife."

Nangong Pushe closed the scroll and picked up a handful with no expression on his face. With the familiar weight and familiar grip, he drew the knife out of its sheath. The winding blade was still clear, but there was an indescribable strange feeling.

Nangong Pu shot the saber back into its sheath, put it back in Xu Fengnian's hand, opened the scroll again, and said without raising his head, "Use it, I don't need it anymore."

There is such a good thing?

Xu Fengnian's eyes lit up and he was overjoyed.

"Then what, you continue to read, I have to go up to find my master."

Fearing that Nangong Pushe would go back on his word, Xu Fengnian hurriedly pinned his two knives to his waist, and walked towards the stairs three steps at a time. When he came to the stairs, he suddenly felt a sight coming from behind him. Shot.

There was a pause in the rhythm of the pages turning, Xu Fengnian was silent for a moment, and suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Grandpa Wei went to find Xu Xiao, and he might be back later."

Nangong Pushe continued to flip through the ancient books in his hand, as if he had never heard of it.

Xu Fengnian shrugged helplessly, and continued to walk upstairs. When he saw the corner between the first and second floors, he felt a gaze staring at him again. So he stopped again, put his arms on the fence, and said helplessly, "Do you have anything to say?"

The rhythm of turning the book was messed up again, Nangong Pushe slowly turned a page, Xu Fengnian saw that she didn't respond, and said helplessly: "If there is nothing to say, then I will go up to find my master first."

A burst of hurried footsteps gradually drifted away, and the hall of Tingchao Pavilion returned to its original calm again.

It's just that the frequency of turning the pages of the book became slower and slower, until another footstep came from the corridor outside the tower, Nangong Pushe just woke up from the trance, looked up at the closed gate of Tingchao Pavilion, the sound of footsteps Also stopped outside the gate at the same time.

It was clear that it hadn't snowed yet when I returned to the city, but it had been falling profusely for quite a while.

Because he was worried that the falling snow on his body would wet the books, Wei Shuyang carefully brushed off the snow on his body and hair, then slowly opened the door, looked up, and happened to meet the eyes of the woman in white sitting on the round platform in the center.

At the moment of contact, Wei Shuyang's face was full of astonishment, and he found that those eyes that were as cold as water flashed a moment of disappointment, and he couldn't help but pause.

The foot that stepped over the threshold quietly retreated outside the door before touching the ground. Wei Shuyang probed into the hall and found that only Nangong Pushe was in the empty hall. He suddenly said: "Young lady is waiting Master Zhou?"

"No." Nangong Pushe's expression was cold, he immediately denied it, and turned the pages of the book again.

Wei Shuyang, as the librarian of Tingchao Pavilion, at least listened to Nangong Pushe who had been flipping through books for more than half a year. He obviously felt that the interlude between the pages was turning faster than before, and he couldn't help showing a trace of regret.

Compared with the vine in Zhou Ji's hand, as a bystander, he has seen every chat and getting along with Mr. Zhou and Nangong Pushe intentionally or unintentionally.

From the night of New Year's Eve last year, he began to stand firmly for the two of them, but it's a pity that the fate is not as good as the fate, and it seems that there is no fate.

Now Young Master Zhou is about to ascend to the heavens, so farewell this time, I'm afraid there will be no chance of seeing each other again in the future.

Wei Shuyang sighed deeply in his heart, but was about to speak when he heard another voice from behind.

"Why is Mr. Wei standing at the door and not going in? But it's good, everyone who sees it has a share, here, this altar is yours." Zhou Ji smiled with a flower pot in one hand and a string of jugs in the other. laugh.

Using his thoughts to cut off the wine rope, he held it up in front of Wei Shuyang, looked up at Tingchao Pavilion, where he had not seen for a long time, and smiled, "It's a pity that Li Jianshen is not here, but it's a pity for my hard-earned apricot blossom wine."

At this time, Wei Shuyang just untied the sealing mud, and the smell of wine floated all over the hall with the cold wind. Nangong Pushe smelled the faint fragrance of apricot blossoms. Hearing Zhou Ji's words, he couldn't help but raised his head, looked at him and said: "This Is it the one outside the city?"

"I didn't expect you to remember." Zhou Ji responded to those shiny eyes with a hint of a smile, nodded and said, "It's the one outside the city."

Wei Shuyang glanced at the two of them left and right, raised the jug and sniffed it, and suddenly said: "It seems to be the kind I drank on New Year's Eve last year."

"Li Jianshen is not here, so should Li Yishan be here?" Zhou Ji walked into the round platform in the center of the hall, and stuffed the whole string of wine jugs into Nangong's arms.

Nangong Servant hurriedly put away the cheat books, picked up the jug that Zhou Ji put on her lap, saw that he was about to call Li Yishan down to drink, and said, "Xu Fengnian just came over and said he was going up to talk to him. matter."

Zhou Ji wanted to ask Xu Fengnian to come down together, but Wei Shuyang slapped his head as if thinking of something very important, "Ah, yes, yes, yes!! I almost forgot about Mr. Zhou's interruption. The prince has something important to explain, and I also Gotta go up there."

"It's about Beiliang's secret, young master, drink first, don't wait for us." Wei Shuyang hurriedly walked towards the stairs, stepped up the steps, and quickly disappeared at the corner of the second floor.

In the blink of an eye, only Zhou Ji and Nangong Pushe were left in the empty hall.

Nangong Pushe untied the seal and handed a jug of wine to Zhou Ji. He picked up the other jug ​​himself, and a wave of fluctuation that she couldn't explain flashed in her bright eyes, "I've heard people say that the battle of Wudi City Ascension to the heavens is the lifelong pursuit of martial arts practitioners, once you leave this time, you probably won't come back, right?"

Zhou Ji glanced at the square map that appeared in his palm, nodded slightly, took the jug and said, "Wang Xianzhi told me that what I'm looking for is in the heaven, and I probably won't be able to come back after leaving this time."

Hearing Zhou Ji say 'I won't come back' instead of 'I won't come back', the corners of Nangong Pushe's mouth curled into an undetectable shallow arc.

"That drink will be a send-off."

Nangong Pushe picked up the flagon and leaned over to touch the one in Zhou Ji's hand. He lifted the long hair tie hanging from his ear and swigged it with his head raised.

The clear wine dripped down the jade neck from the corner of his mouth, soaking the white clothes on his chest, and the tightly wrapped clothes were tightly attached to the skin, exuding a strong aroma of wine.

Zhou Ji looked away and was about to raise the flagon to drink together, but as if he remembered something, his fingertips slid across the void, and a pool of wine flowed out of the flagon like a clear spring, and sprinkled on the unfolded vine leaves.

In a blink of an eye, most of the jar of wine was empty, so Zhou Ji lifted the jug and drank the last half jar of wine.

Nangong Pushe watched everything in front of him quietly, lifted the jug again as if relieved or lost, and leaned on the column of the fence to drink in small sips. On the other side of the column, there was a stretching and swaying vine, While drinking with it, Zhou Ji chatted about what he had seen and heard all the way to Emperor Wu City.

Before he knew it, Nangong Pushe fell into a drowsy sleep, and the cloak on his body slipped from his shoulders.

Nangong Pushe woke up suddenly, sat up, and found that the white fox cloak on her body suddenly woke up, wine jugs were scattered all over the floor under her feet, and she was the only figure left in the empty hall.

The sound of the door opening sounded, and Nangong Pushe turned around abruptly, only to see Xu Fengnian coming from the door, holding two wrinkled books in his hands.

Zhou Ji left.

After bidding farewell to Nangong Pushe, it turned into a flying rainbow and disappeared in front of Tide Tide Pavilion.

Qionghua's mentality in this world can be said to be a blow to dimensionality reduction. Others practice martial arts Xu Fengnian's cultivation, although he can't make progress as fast as the protagonist in the fairy sword world. The Da Huang Ting Zhen Qi from the same origin of the exercises is also quite beneficial for him to start practicing.

Coupled with Qionghua Sword Dao and Dahe Sword Intent, as long as Xu Fengnian comprehends them, even if he encounters Tuoba Bodhisattva and Wang Xianzhi, he can calmly deal with them.

As for how much Nangong Pushe can realize from it, it depends on her own fate.

Before leaving, Zhou Ji went to Shu to find Jiang Ni and Li Chungang, firstly to say goodbye to the little girl face to face, and secondly to prevent heavenly people from sneaking into the world from the gate of heaven after he ascended.

As a simple long sword that could make the world mourn was pulled out from the void, the fierce and hostile energy from the beginning of time tore the void instantly. Li Chungang and Cao Changqing, who were watching the ceremony and protecting Jiang Ni, couldn't help showing a look of horror.

Cao Changqing was horrified that there were such fierce swords in the world, and Li Chungang was horrified that Zhou Ji had two such fierce swords!

The vortex halo hangs above the sky, as if a wound was pierced by the evil spirit emanating from this fierce sword, and white light piercing the sky pours down from the halo.

Tuoba Bodhisattva who was far away in Beimang and Wang Xianzhi in Wudi City in the East China Sea seemed to feel something, and they all looked at the sky in the direction of Shu.

This time, the Tianmen was not blocked by anyone, and it was fully opened. Zhou Ji felt the square pattern lit up in the palm of his hand. With his palms together, he lifted his foot into the beam of light.

(The final chapter of Slow Knife is divided into two sections, this is the first half, and the second half is at the end of the "Beginning" volume.)