"Let me think about your name?"

Zhang Xiaoyu sat at the table, looked at the somewhat nervous teenager, tilted his head and thought.

Beside the two of them was a man lying on his stomach with his back broken by the scabbard.

"Ah, Hua Wuxi, I remember." Zhang Xiaoyu said thoughtfully, "Then your brother should be the son of the Northern Wudao without sorrow." ”

Hua Wuxi sat upright at the table, and put down the glass of wine before he could drink it.

"You should know this person."

Zhang Xiaoyu kicked the man on the ground next to him.

Hua Wuxi shook her head.

Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "It's best not to know, so that someone will come to the Human Sword Sect to find trouble in the future." ”

Hua Wuxi lowered her eyebrows and said, "What Mr. Zhang said is true. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Hua Wuxi and said slowly: "I don't like others to call me Mr. Zhang, I prefer you to call me Zhang Diancang." ”

Hua Wuxi was silent.

"Only people who don't have ghosts in their hearts will forget the identity of my Human Sword Sect."

Zhang Xiaoyu took the wine jug from the table, shook it, it was empty, the pot that Beitai drank up, took another pot, poured himself a glass, looked at the night outside the window, and drank slowly.

"If Beiwu Dao doesn't come to Nanyi City, I won't care, and Master won't care. You may have heard some rumors and want to try the depth of the Grinding Sword Cliff, and we will not interfere. Zhang Xiaoyu drank wine and said calmly.

"But in Nanyi City, I hope you can settle down, it's best to hide, if you can play cards honestly, it's the best."

Zhang Xiaoyu glanced at the man lying on the ground, stood up, drank all the wine in the cup, put the cup on the table, and turned to leave.

Hua Wuxi sat silently at the wine table.

Of course he knew the man next to him.

They came to Nanyi City with him.

Originally, he was supposed to be outside the alley to prevent that outer disciple of the Liuyun Sword Sect from missing.

But now that he's here, his bones have been broken, and he can't live.

Hua Wuxi suddenly remembered the words in the world.

When the people of the Sword Sect reason with you, you'd better be reasonable.

The truth of the sword is great.

Hua Wuxi got up and left in silence.

But he still didn't understand why this matter would allow the Human Sword Sect to intervene.

Of course he didn't understand.

Because Zhang Xiaoyu is a gambler.

A lot of money is owed to the South Island.

Therefore, it doesn't matter if the truth is right or wrong, when the Sword Sect is reasonable, you can only be reasonable.

......

Nandao was walking on the brightly lit street with an umbrella, and suddenly he held on to the corner of the wall and began to vomit.

When the excitement of the body subsided, the feeling of nausea returned to the body.

Everything the South Island sees now looks like blood.

The big red lantern is blood.

The woman's fat red by the river was blood.

Raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth.

This is indeed blood.

It took a long time for Nandao to stop the feeling.

But his body began to chill and tremble unconsciously, and Nandao held an umbrella in both hands and walked in the flow of people like a black mushroom.

People seem to be heading towards the very center of Nanyi City.

Today is All Souls' Day.

Nandao didn't know much about this festival, and all he could see was that the world was burning in the lights.

Nandao walked and stopped slowly, while looking for Qiu Xi'er in those brilliant lights.

I walked for a long time and walked to the center of Nanyi City.

A huge stone monument was seen in the distance on the South Island.

It seems to have been sharpened with a sword.

This is the first time the South Island has come to the center of Nanyi City.

The Nanyi River has been artificially excavated here, and many channels have been artificially excavated here, starting from the stone monument and radiating in all directions.

The South Island looks up at the tall pavilions that surround the stone monuments, connected by several ropeways and hung with lanterns, which are connected in series and illuminate the night sky. There are many people in solemn dresses standing meticulously on the ropeway, holding pieces of bamboo slips in their hands, looking up at the sky, as if waiting for something.

Nandao struggled to squeeze through the crowd, and when he got a little closer, he realized that the stone tablet did not fall to the ground, but was suspended in the air.

Under the stele are countless gray tombstones, layered on top of each other, going upward, if what was seen before was passionate, then what is seen now is tragic.

Nandao seemed to understand what the steles represented, the people who died in the conflict between the two races thousands of years ago.

The bottom of the stele is blood-red, densely covered with text, and then continues to the top, where a large blank space appears. Only the top two big characters remained.

Same return.

This is the Tonggui monument left thousands of years ago.

All souls are not the same.

Self is the same place.

Nandao was still carefully observing, but suddenly the drums sounded in the world.

"Boom!"

Nandao found countless figures sitting in front of the tombstones, shirtless, with a blood-colored drum in front of them.

The drumsticks slammed down, making a vast but dull sound.

"Come together~"

The people on top of the tall buildings suddenly opened their mouths and chanted in unison.

At the same time, the drumbeat began to sound in a dense and dense manner.

The sound of long chanting began to waft over the entire Nanyi City.

"How can it be forever? How can you sacrifice to the spirit? ”

"My land was born for my people!"

"To cherish its eternal arms is to come together, to be sad and to be eternally sad, to return together!"

"Come to the world together, return to the underworld together."

......

As the chanting sounded, the drums began to subside, and in the distance there seemed to be someone playing some kind of desolate and long instrument, and it drew nearer and nearer, and the South Island followed the gaze of the people.

I saw that on the long river around the Tonggui Monument, hundreds of small boats came, and the people at the head of the boat looked strange, or animal ears, or deer tails.....

It's a half-transformed demon.

They stood at the head of the boat, dressed in yellow sorghum costumes with wide cuffs, and held a black earthenware instrument in the shape of a drop in their hands, bowing their heads and blowing sadly.

"Together with the West~"

As the boat approached, the people on the tall building chanted again.

"The mountains and rivers have millet, so as to share the gold."

"When all souls are born, what will they desire, they will be clothed and clothed together, and they will eat with the Son."

"The valleys flow together, and there is no mourning. Now that they have come together, they are not the same? ”

The drums suddenly beat loudly, and then they died down.

An old voice came from the tall building.

"Live and die together."

"Together!"

As the end of the lyrics ended, among the countless tombstones under the Tonggui Monument, flames began to slowly flutter.

It's a fire, it's a witch fire, it's a demon fire.

Jumping on those blood-colored drums.

Just like what Nanjima felt together, Nanyi City burned up.

Warm and wild colors dance in the world.

"Come and go together, drink with the Son."

"Live and die together, return with you!"

The drums resounded through Nanyi City again, and the people upstairs chanted the lyrics aloud with the demons on the river.

Many cyan embers slowly rose from under the Tonggui Monument and headed towards the night dome.

Nandao didn't know if those were spirits.

Yet vast, yet magnificent.

For example, the galaxy.

The bamboo slips in the hands of the people on the tall building were thrown down, and there was silver light all over them, and the silver light peeled off, and countless sermons appeared on it.

When those sermons were floating in the wind, the entire Nanyi City was shaken.

A slender finger came out of the night dome, passing through the green fire and sermons, coming from the galaxy, and pointing at the suspended Tonggui Monument.

It's like pressing a mechanism.

The entire Nanyi City suddenly suspended, and the people stood there in a panic but steadily, watching the Tonggui Monument and the countless tombstones below it sink, and a huge hole appeared on the entire ground, and the water of the long river poured down from several rivers and poured on the Tonggui Monument.

Nandao clenched his umbrella and watched in shock.

Someone next to him saw Nandao's appearance and explained to him very kindly.

"Don't worry, this is a major repair of the Daomen and a baptism."

"Baptism?"

Nandao looked back at the man, who was in his thirties, and said very kindly: "Before, it was a ritual, and after the ceremony, it was a baptism. Generally, it is a major repair in the world to wash, and sometimes His Majesty will also come to wash. ”

Nandao watched the water of those big rivers gushing down, pouring on the huge stone monument, and the heart was baptized, and it was really washed!

"Who's that man?"

The man smiled and said, "It should be the White Jade Ballad of the Lord of the Qingtian Dao Temple." ”

Nandao was quite shocked, looked at the man and said, "You know? ”

"Once a year, I have to get to know each other, but I only know their hands, hahaha."

“......”

Nandao only then realized that the man was carrying a sword behind him.

"You're also a sword cultivator?"

The man said modestly: "Lingnan little sword only." ”

The two chatted, and the world had fallen again.

As if nothing had happened.

However, the sky was full of stars, and Nandao looked at it for a long time before he realized that those were not galaxies, but the afterglow of Taoism.

That hand slowly dissipated, and the Dao Technique Galaxy flickered, as if it was about to slowly disperse.

The man felt the same way, and turned around to hang out.

However, in the next moment, a sudden change occurred in the night dome.

The bright moon hanging high above seemed to have a layer of mist on the edge.

People looked at it in disbelief.

That Lingnan sword cultivator also turned around and stared blankly at the sky.

There was a sword coming there.

The sword that Lingnan Jian Xiu was carrying behind was restless in the sheath, as if he wanted to unsheath it on its own, he hurriedly took off the scabbard, held it in his arms, and comforted the sword in his hand.

"Don't run, you're the last sword in the door."

The man held the sword and said something, and the sword gradually subsided.

The man breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the sky.

That sword fell from the bright moon, enveloping the stars and the moon.

The sky is as bright as day.

The people on the tall building seemed to be a little silent, but they didn't panic, watched the sword fall, and said together:

"Please wash the sword of the cliff master!"

When the man heard this, he was taken aback, looked at Nandao and said, "Why did the people from the Sword Grinding Cliff come to baptism?" ”

Nandao asked suspiciously, "Can't they come?" ”

"They never come."

"Why?"

Lingnan Jian Xiu said: "Because they want to sit in the world. ”

Nandao remembered Mr. Xie's words.

There is only one person in the world who can be regarded as a guardian of the world.

Contemporary Grinding Sword Cliff Cliff Lord, Autumn Water.

Lingnan Sword Cultivator looked at the sword in a daze, and muttered, "Could it be that this is the Tsing Yi Open Heaven of the Sword Grinding Cliff?" ”

Someone next to him laughed.

Nandao and Lingnan Jianxiu looked at each other.

Zhang Xiaoyu.

Zhang Xiaoyu held the scabbard, stood there, and said with a smile: "If Tsing Yi opened the sky, the world would have been gone a long time ago." ”

"And which sword is this?"

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Nandao, and Nandao spit out two words.

"Autumn water."

The Qiushui sword that Qiu Xi'er held and kept in Jingsi Lake.

Contemporary Cliff Master Sword.

Lingnan Sword Cultivator was still looking at the sword in a daze, but the sword in his arms suddenly came out of its sheath.

He looked at the empty scabbard in his hand, was stunned for a moment, and said, "It's over." ”

Above Nanyi City, countless long swords shot away, following behind the autumn water, and then suddenly accelerated, going to the night dome, and there was no trace of it, leaving only the autumn water wrapped in the sky full of stars, suspended on the Tonggui Monument.

Zhang Xiaoyu sighed and said, "What's the end of this, you're lucky." ”

"Lucky?" Lingnan Sword Cultivator was a little puzzled, although he often came to see All Souls' Day, he had never seen anyone from the Sword Grinding Cliff appear.

"Breaking the autumn water and washing the sword for the sword in the world is a great thing." Zhang Xiaoyu said with some regret, "It's a pity that my sword is not here, otherwise I would have to take it and wash it." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu said, looking at the broken sword that Nan Dao was carrying behind him.

"Why is your sword still here?"