In the battle of the Acacia Maze, he was finally forced off the cliff by the sword of Sword Thirty.

At that time, everyone thought he must be dead.

However, listening to the people in the room just now, it seems that he is not dead, but now he seems to be resurrected, what is going on......

Song Qiuli felt that he was really a little confused.

As he walked, he meditated and thought for a long time, but he still didn't get out of the labyrinthine pine forest in front of him.

Although this mountain is not very large, it is full of green pine forests, so it seems that the night is so heavy.

Song Qiu's departure was originally the back mountain of the Golden Villa, and there was no road in the back mountain, only an endless pine forest, so it was a little laborious to walk.

He first jumped from the top of the pine canopy to another tree with his ability to lift and verticalize, and then jumped with the help of the elastic power of the pine branches.

Although it saved a lot of effort, he got tired and had to jump down and walk in the pine forest, where the thorns and bushes tore his clothes and scratched a lot of blood on his body.

Despite this, he still didn't get out of the woods, and it was as if he was still wandering around halfway up the mountain, leaving him scratching his head and wondering if he was lost.

Song Qiuli grabbed the hem of his clothes, wiped the thin layer of sweat on his face, and then put his hand on the pergola to look around, only to feel dizzy in front of him.

The boundless pine forests are one by one, one by one.

At this time, the sun jumped to the other side of the mountain, and then, through the thick autumn clouds, half of its face was slightly exposed behind the pine forest.

It was pinned to mid-air, as if it couldn't decide whether to continue climbing or whether it should retreat and get some sleep.

Its eyes were red, as if it hadn't slept well last night.

Surrounded by lush pine trees.

Although it is already the season of late autumn, they are still full of vitality, stretching and extending in mid-air...... Like an outstretched palm.

The autumn sky is darkened against the shiny pine needles, and it looks even more distant and deep, like a huge washed and dried glass.

It's a good weather for running.

Song Qiuli hadn't run so freely for a long time.

Since entering the vegetable garden of the Golden Villa, he has reined in the aggressive edge of the past and decided to be an honest vegetable grower.

It was from that time that both his life and his sword began to lie dormant and dormant for a long time like a snake entering winter.

At this moment, when he completely woke up from that long dormancy and fully vented through this way of running, he only felt that his whole body was full of strength again.

Like a plant that has just absorbed enough sunlight and water, his blood accelerates and smooths, his muscles and veins are clear and strong, and his physical strength and spirit have reached their peak again.

An unnamed bird was awakened by the sound of his swift and rhythmic footsteps, and suddenly flew up from the depths of the woods and into the sky.

Then, gliding far away in the deep sky, spreading its wings, swimming as it pleased, and before long, it quickly disappeared into another wood, whirling in the green waves.

Song Qiuli suddenly laughed,

He felt that he was like this bird at the moment, back in the forest, and the forest was the place where he could fly freely.

He is a Jianghu person, for him, the rivers and lakes are his forests, his sky, and the place where he really burns his life.

Perhaps, the choice 20 years ago was indeed wrong, but now that it is 20 years later, no matter whether the original choice was right or wrong, he must forget that he wants to start his life again.

Although he had wasted twenty years of his life, he did not regret it, and there was no time for him to regret it.

What's more, now that he is only forty years old, his life may have only burned halfway.

Thinking of this, Song Qiuli's twenty years of depression and hesitation stored in his heart were swept away, and all that was left was full of joy and comfort.

Anyway, he's back to where he belongs.

He jumped up to the top of the tree and looked back at the Throwing Gold Villa, which in the morning light was like a giant beast, hidden in the boundless pine forest, waiting to be eaten.

Now, he was bidding farewell to the beast.

However, for Song Qiuli, saying goodbye is not an escape.

Now that he's back in the rivers and lakes, he's going to start gathering strength again.

He believed that it would not be long before he would come back again, to the place where he had wasted twenty years of his life.

Not to come back and repent, but to destroy it.

Because he knows that the seemingly peaceful monster of the Golden Throwing Villa actually doesn't know how many people's youth and lives have been devoured.

He stopped, looked at the gold-throwing villa hidden between the pine waves and green waves, and seemed to be full of emotion, and then, with a long sigh of relief, said secretly:

Although now people in the rivers and lakes think that I, Song Qiuli, am a villain who does not keep his promises and betrays his promises, but no one can take away the comfort and freedom of returning to the rivers and lakes.

Song Qiuli jumped and churned among the blue sky and blue fields and pine waves and blue waves, and then suddenly stopped, stood on a stone, raised his head to the sky, and stretched his hands to the sky as much as he could.

At this moment, although it is already the late autumn season, he is full of the power of growth, and even has a desire to soar.

The autumn breeze is blowing, and the leaves are falling.

It's late autumn season, and it's time for the leaves to fly.

In such a season, it was originally hesitant, deep, and even sad of loss, but Song Qiuli's mood was pleasant.

He had never been so relaxed, even on the most comfortable days.

Twenty years ago, in the days of his fame, he was busy looking for someone to compete with the sword, busy trying to prove his strength, in the twenty years of the vegetable garden of Throwing Gold Villa, he was busy planting vegetables, watering, busy exploring the news of Throwing Gold Villa, busy not being found out about his details, and he couldn't relax himself at all.

Only now, only in this heatless pine and blue waves, is it truly his.

He was enjoying the moment of indulgence and freedom, when suddenly, the whole pine forest began to shake, as if he had suffered a great catastrophe.

Flocks of birds flew out of the forest, hula overshadowed the sky, rabbits, squirrels, fawns, and even foxes ran in panic.

Countless beasts and birds fled from his side, from the branches above his head, in a panic to the other direction, aimlessly.

Then, in the direction of the animal's flight, one by one the pine trees were brought down, plopping, plopping, and there was a rustling sound in the thick and hard bushes, with a heavy fishy wind.

Song Qiuli frowned slightly, knowing that something was wrong, and then, with an arrow step, he jumped out of the way, jumped onto a tall tree, looked in the direction where the pine tree was put down, and found that a huge black shadow was running towards him.

It's a bear.

As if mad, the huge bear walked as he knocked down the pine tree in front of him, and then lay down over the tree.

It is said that the bear is a very brainless animal, and when there is a wall in front of it, it will not go around it even if it takes a lot of effort to tear down the wall.

Thinking of this, Song Qiuli suddenly smiled, and then, untied the long sword from his waist, stared at it for a long time, and said in a deep voice: My baby has not been used for twenty years, today, I will use you to sacrifice the sword.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a flash of sword, and his man jumped up from the top of the pine tree where he was hiding with his sword, and stabbed at the bear that was wielding power in all directions.

There are no flashy moves, no tedious movements, just a simple stab, but a simple and swift sword, flashing through the forest.

Then, there was a sword flower, like a dew that caused the morning sun to fall from one blade of grass to another.

Then, it was evaporated and transformed into countless lights and shadows, and in the autumn morning light, soft, beautiful, and brilliant, and then, only a loud "plop" was heard.

It's quiet again.

At the moment of that leap just now, Song Qiuli stabbed out seventy-two swords, which happened to hit the seventy-two most important parts of the big bear's body.

And every place where the stab hits, it is only three points into the flesh, not more than one point, no more points, and the strength and direction are accurately and skillfully handled.

That's why the bear didn't die.

It's just going to sit there honestly for six hours, not moving.

And the "plop" just now was the sound of it falling down after being hit by the sword.

Song Qiuli hadn't used a sword for a full twenty years, but he was still satisfied with the seventy-two swords he had just stabbed.

The tenth form of his "One Sword Nine Styles" is indeed more subtle, and the accuracy and power are even more amazing.