Chapter 611 There is no peace in the world

"It should be here."

In the void turbulence, a man riding a white horse appeared. He was wearing a rare dark gown, with his skirt hanging to his toes and a long roll of cloth behind him, revealing the shape of a sword. He seems to come from afar, looking dusty, and the dark light and shadow are like dust, blocking his eyes, making it difficult for people to see his true appearance, let alone distinguish his age.

It was him who rode a white horse and stood in the void and turbulence that ordinary real immortals did not dare to step on. His big hand patted the horse's head again, blowing out a mysterious spirit, and tossed the feather boat taken by Simajin and others.

"I can only trace it here recently. Which of these people is the destroyer of order?"

The man muttered, and his eyes had locked all the people on the feather boat.

On the feather boat, everyone ran out of the cabin. There were noble families from all continents, and there were also nameless sectarian strongmen. Three or five groups gathered on the side of the ship, looking at the white horse men in the sky, and there was a lot of discussion.

Simajin was with Huo Chuanyun and Wuhua. The naughty and active Feng Niang also stopped the game and stared curiously at the white horse where the man sat down.

"This man can run in the void. Is he a mysterious fairy?"

Gongsun Wuyou looked at the man in surprise and said.

"Xuanxian? I can't imagine that Xuanxian will inexplicably run to the chaotic void and stop us here. If he can walk through this void, he must be the magic of walking the white horse under his feet. Look at me, I will cut off the horse.

Wuhua sneered and raised his foot to step forward.

He has been practicing in Penglai for many years, but he has still not cleaned up the demonic nature in his body, which is extremely murderous.

"Hail." But Simajin called behind him.

"Why?" Wuhua looked back at Simajin and frowned.

"You are very accurate. He can walk in the void. The white horse under his feet is indeed unusual. However, his cultivation is a little higher than yours. He is a real immortal, a real immortal of swords, and his horse is also a real fairyland. Simajin looked at the man above the void and said.

When the voice fell, Huo Chuanyun and others were all surprised.

They are not as lucky as An Bochen and Lv Fengqi. Their cultivation is in the realm of six immortals. Although there are those who break through the polar world, there is still a great distance from the true immortals, let alone the cultivation of the halal immortals. Simajin is also a six-fold sky, and it is still a six-fold sky that has just broken through, but he can see the cultivation of the man and his mount at a glance. How can he not surprise Huo Chuanyun and others?

"How do you know?" Gongsun Wuyou asked.

Shaking her head, Sima Jin stared at the man with a solemn look. She did not answer Gongsun Wuyou, but said to herself, "White horse, wrapped head, long shirt, cloth wrapped sword... I have seen people dressed like this in the book collection of the Third Princess's Mansion.

Huo Chuanyun and others also knew Sima Qin's days in the Yin Dynasty, so they were not surprised.

"The person recorded in the allusion? Those allusions are from ancient times. Don't tell me that this man is a strong man in ancient times and has lived for thousands of years. Wuhua shrugged his shoulders.

An Bochen has already told Simajin about the nature of Wuhua and others. If Wuhua is used to talking, it is not that he is small-minded, but that he is like this.

"How is that possible?" Simajin smiled and said, "I studied history and found that the age gap between heaven and earth has its own rules. For example, people in ancient times, no matter how long Yuanshou is, they will not appear in ancient times. And people in ancient times will not appear in modern times. Modern people appeared in our era. So far, I have only heard of a White Emperor, but he was also reincarnated through reincarnation, and it was not smooth after reincarnation. He was taken away by An Bochen with you.

"You mean that in every era of heaven and earth, there is an order that is difficult to cross, otherwise the ancient strong will never be replaced, and heaven and earth will never change?" Gongsun Wuyou asked.

"Exact" Simajin nodded and looked at the man in the void and said, "So, although his dress has appeared in the classical books, he is not an ancient man."

"You two are really the same. If you don't have enough appetite, you will never say it." Wuhua was impatient and complained while begging for mercy: "Miss Sima, you sell almost everything. Just say it quickly. Who is this person and where does he come from?"

Looking at Wuhua's funny appearance, Simajin suppressed her smile and squeezed her lips and said, "He came from a place with a long history. That place existed in ancient times. It was prosperous in ancient times, and gradually disappeared in modern times. White horse, entangled head, long shirt, cloth wrapped sword, with the cultivation of a true fairyland... He is likely to be a disciple of Jianzhai.

Hearing the four words "disciples of Jianzhai", Huo Chuanyun and Wuhua did not respond. Gongsun Wuyou's delicate body was shocked, and her face showed an incredible look. She raised her head, looked carefully at the man in the void, and said for a long time, "If you don't remind me, I really didn't expect it. White horse, tangled head, long shirt, cloth wrapped sword... It's really the son of Jianzhai."

"What is the son of Jianzhai?" Wuhua didn't expect Gongsun Wuyou to have such a big reaction, and he was a little unhappy.

"In ancient times, the children of Jianzhai were unknown to everyone. There were many of them, but they never gathered people or ganged up. They always walked alone in the world with one horse and one sword. They come from the legendary Jianzhai, Jianzhai, as the name implies, is a place to practice swords. The children of Jianzhai are all proficient in kendo mystery, and follow the purpose that everyone in the world can learn swords, but they divide the swordsmen into three or six or nine, such as the sword of the prince, the sword of the emperor, the sword of the general, and so on.

With Simajin's saying, Wuhua's expression calmed down and listened, as if he had entered that distant era.

"No one dares to stop them wherever they go, and no one dares to stop what they do, not only because of their strong personal strength, but also because of the super huge Jianzhai. They are unique, but they also abide by the purpose of Jianzhai. In addition to everyone learning swords, the purpose of Jianzhai is that there is nothing in the world. When Simajin said this, he couldn't help stopping.

"There is no peace in the world. How do you understand this?" Huo Chuayun, who was drinking silently, asked.

Together with Gongsun Wuyou, Huo Chuanyun always habitually chooses to be silent, and his temperament suddenly changes from an easy-going cloud to a thick and towering mountain, giving people a feeling that they can rely on entrust.

"There is no peace in the world... Indeed, this is very contradictory. Gongsun Wuyou echoed, and then looked at Simajin: "What does Miss Sima think?"

"I don't know either." Simajin shook her head and smiled, "I may be able to give an explanation, but my explanation is doomed to be wrong. It should be said that no one in our era can give a correct explanation. In two completely different eras, there must be two completely different sets of standards, definitions, concepts, rules of conduct, etc. Therefore, using the ideas of our era to understand the ideas of ancient times can never get the correct answer. But... He's right up there."

Simajin's words made everyone nod secretly, and Wuhua sighed that she was worthy of being An Bochen's woman. When she talked one after another, Xuanxian could also be stunned by her. But when he heard the last sentence, the three Wuhua all showed a strange look, and the woman in An Bochen was really ecstatic.

"Wunhua, didn't you want to go just now? Just ask him what it means to have peace in the world, and ask him what he is doing here. Gongsun Wuyou frowned coldly and said to Wuhua.

One breath, then decline, and three exhaustion. Wuhua had heard Simajin's words, and he had no sharpness for a long time. At that moment, he smiled bitterly and said, "Sister Gongsun, don't brush me away. You all say that the son of Jianzhai was the most powerful in ancient times. I, a homeless little monk, went to break his bad luck, and he didn't want to die.

"Speaking of the most powerful in ancient times, maybe it's not the son of Jianzhai, Sima, what do you think?" Gongsun Wuyou seemed to gradually find the feeling of a confidant from Simajin, and even changed his name.

"Sister Gongsun is right. The most powerful person in ancient times should be the descendant of the first family in heaven and earth. However, when they were born in a thousand years, they only appeared three times in history books, and since then they have completely disappeared. Simajin said with a smile.

Yuchuan met the children of Jianzhai on the way and was stranded. Simajin and Gongsun Wuyou had nothing to do. They talked about endless signs. Wuhua and Huo Chuanyun looked at each other, showing a helpless look.

After a blink of an eye, Wuhua and Huo Chuanyun showed surprise at the same time. Then, Gongsun Wuyou also changed slightly. Although Sima Jin was the last to react, her reaction was much smaller than that of several people, just picking her eyebrows.

Riding a white horse and carrying a long cloth strip, the man who was suspected to be the son of Jianzhai appeared silently behind them. At this time, he was squinting at Feng Niang.

When several people were talking, Feng Niang had been listening sullenly. At this time, she was stared at by the mysterious man who suddenly appeared. She was stunned at first, then smiled and walked up familiarly.

As soon as she took two steps, she was pulled back by Simajin.

"The son of Jianzhai?"

Raising his head, Simajin looked straight into the man's eyes and asked quietly and coldly, without showing any timidity because of the other party's mystery and strength.

At this time, Wuhua finally understood why An Bochen fell in love with her deeply.

When such a woman is calm, she is like a lotus flower by the water, swaying with the waves, but her body hides an explosive power that ordinary men do not have. She has a very charming temperament, which is far more fascinating than the fragrance of secular beauty.

He was secretly happy for An Bochen. Wu Hua took a step forward and stood in front of Simajin. At the same time, Huo Chuanyun beside him also took a step forward.

The man rode a horse, wrapped his head in a long gown, and the sword was still wrapped in cloth strips, but Wuhua and Huo Chuanyun could feel the dangerous breath that the man could not hide.

The sound of uproar sounded from the front and back of the feather boat, and the immortals and demons who were watching from afar retreated one after another. There are also extraordinary among them, and they also found the cultivation of the white horse man's real fairyland.

"Oh."

The white horse man looked at Simajin and was slightly surprised.

Then, his eyes glanced at Wuhua, Huo Chuanyun and Gongsun Wuyou one by one, and a trace of complexity flashed on his face: "You are very unusual, and you are different from ordinary practitioners. Then it seems that the person who breaks the order should be among you.

"There is no peace in the world... Disrupt order... So that's it." Simajin muttered to herself.

The white horse man looked at Simajin with a little more strange eyes. Then he fell down and fell to Feng Niang and said to himself, "This trip has such a harvest. The remnants of the bastards of that year were actually bumped into one by me.

Even Simajin can't understand what the white horse man said, let alone Wuhua and others, but they can hear that the white horse man is only malicious and not kind to Feng Niang.

The next moment, the white horse man suddenly stretched out his finger and pointed to his forehead. He tore his fingers and tore open a heavenly eye, with blood stains in his eyes. Looking at the distance, the girl fairy frowned.

"Sinvil, die!"

Suddenly, the white horse man took out a blood from his eyebrows and threw it at Feng Niang. At the same time, a blue light shot from his eyebrows and eyes, wrapping the blood around Xiang Feng Niang.

Although I don't know the effect of the white horse man's spell, Simajin and others dare not be careless.