The wind lasted for one thousand and three years, March 29, and it was drizzling.

In a hazy drizzle, someone walked into Nanyi City with a broken knife on his back.

It's Simon.

It is the West Gate of Qingshan that was seriously injured by a finger of mountains and rivers borrowed from Beitai.

Ximen, who slept in the green mountains all night, was full of sorrow.

When he woke up, he immediately dragged his body to the other side of the mountain.

When he went like this, he had some vague hope in his heart.

For example, Beitai suddenly changed his mind, waited for him there, and then returned the talisman.

For example, Beitai stumbled and rolled down, and suddenly fell to his death in those mountain roads that went down the mountain.

In short, Simon went there with the faintest hope.

However, no.

There was blood on the trail, and it seemed that someone had rolled down from here, but he was not dead.

There was a lot of blood on the edge of the cliff down the mountain, but there were no bodies.

The blood stopped here until it reached the edge of the cliff, where it was as if someone had jumped from it.

But it didn't die either.

The 300,000 green armor hidden in the green mountains is no longer here, and even the station has been burned clean.

It's like someone has made a decisive choice, and would rather die in the north than come back here.

Simon stood on the edge of the cliff and thought as he coughed up blood.

What kind of night is it?

The young man, covered in blood, limped and jumped, and then was rescued by someone, and limped towards the camp again.

Standing on a high mound, what kind of words were said impassionedly.

Then thousands of green armors headed north.

Yes.

When Simon's reverie ended, Simon was confirmed.

Beitai reversed.

When Nanyi City and Huaidu were still speculating about when Huangliang would rebel.

Just outside Nanyi City, this should have dealt with these green armors on Daze's side, and raised the anti-flag first.

In the hands of an impulsive teenager who has never cared about it, he is idle and obsessed with drinking and buying drunk.

So when Ximen left Qingshan in silence and headed towards Nanyi City, he thought all the way.

There is a lot of contempt for everything in the world.

Is it self-confidence, or is it blind stupidity?

Simon didn't know.

He wasn't a cultivator from a place like the Human Sword Sect or the Blue Heaven Dao.

Nor was he born in the midst of such a complex and intertwined human force.

Simon's surname is West, and his name is Mingmen.

It was an orphan who was abandoned at the west gate of a small town.

was picked up by a certain drunk senior brother of the Five Swords Sect in the town.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Simon's talent is good.

A small and rarely known Five Swords Sect naturally can't teach him.

When his master was still trapped in the realm of enlightenment, Simon was already on the way.

So he was kicked out by the people of the division.

It's not a cleanup portal.

It's just because, they feel that he should go and see the higher world outside.

Simon felt that the masters were thinking too much.

There is only so high in the world, it is nothing more than a small town with green mountains and small rivers with three or two fish.

How high can it go?

Then he went out, and at the foot of a certain green mountain, he met a selfless and crazy twelfth-floor man.

Naturally, those who want to become immortals are crazy.

Simon then prepared to draw his sword.

But someone is faster than him.

That person's name is Cheng Lu.

A disciple of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect Sect Master Chen Yunxi.

Simon's sword was only an inch out of its sheath.

Cheng Lu's sword had returned to its sheath.

Simon then realized that the world could really be very high.

It's not just three or two fish in Qingshan Town.

Simon had been in decay for a long time, and it took a long time for him to come back on his feet.

While walking and stopping and heading south, I practiced diligently.

So later, on Fengqi Mountain, Ximen met Cheng Lu again, who already had the name of the Four Broken Swords.

Simon asked him for a sword.

Cheng Lu also remembered this person who was standing by the stream not far away when he took out his sword, holding the knife in a daze.

He thought to himself, how can someone hold a knife and not pull it out?

Are the people outside the Liuyun Sword Sect so polite?

Cheng Lu didn't think that he was out of the sword too fast.

Ximen is walking, and Cheng Lu is also walking.

One sees something higher, and one sees something lower.

Cheng Lu thought at the time, did it turn out that people outside were so slow to draw swords? Then the way of sword intent they cultivated, it was nothing more than that.

Although Ximen used a knife, Cheng Lu still wanted to let him a little, so when he drew his sword, he deliberately slowed down by half a beat.

Then Cheng Lu's hair was cut off by an inch.

Cheng Lu looked at the hair that fell to the ground, and didn't shirk anything, just looked up at Ximen incredulously, and then said-You won.

Simon naturally knew that Cheng Lu was a little slower, and also said-You are letting me.

On that day, many sword cultivators of the Lingnan Sword Sect were watching.

It was that day.

The world knows that there is a man named Simon, and there is a place called the Five Swords Sect.

It doesn't matter who wins Simon or Cheng Lu.

A man has seen a higher, faster, stronger world.

A person saw a lower-level practitioner who could go up from a low place.

Ximen's knife made Cheng Lu never have long hair again, and it was always a short hair, parting to both sides - perhaps it represented Cheng Lu's recognition of Ximen.

Later, Ximen came to Nanyi City.

was brought into the Heavenly Hell by Di Qianjun, who was also from the Liuyun Sword Sect.

Therefore, when Ximen carried the broken knife on his back and walked slowly and painfully on the drizzly streets of Nanyi City, he remembered the southern dispatcher of the Heavenly Prison who had always been indifferent.

Going to heaven and hell is not a good thing, nor is it a bad thing.

People can't live forever in the drift.

Simon looked up at the drizzle.

The rain didn't feel good for him.

Gloomy and gloomy.

It's as if something is going to happen.

So he carried the broken knife on his back, picked up a floating crutch by the river, and went to the west of the city.

The fires of Hell have been extinguished.

Simon frowned as he walked to the alley, smelling the smell of ashes that had lingered in the rain for a long time.

But the walls of hell are black.

So the world probably won't notice that there was another fire here last night.

Simon pushed open the gates of Hell, walked through the gray spots of pear blossoms, and walked deeper.

There were many heavenly jailers in the inner courtyard sorting out the salvaged documents and files.

Someone saw Simon come in, walked up and said ashamedly, "Someone came to hell yesterday.....

Simon was on crutches and carrying a broken knife on his back, silently looking in the direction where the Supervision House was located.

"Master Di, he ......"

Simon sighed and said, "I know. ”

The West Gate passed through the Moon Gate and walked all the way to the burned-out Prison Yard.

There was a charred corpse there.

Simon carried the knife on his back, coughed in the rain, and then stopped in front of the corpse, looked at it in silence for a long time, and then his eyes stopped at the heart of the corpse.

There was a deep sword mark there.

There is no sword intent, just ordinary sword marks.

There are different kinds of people in the world.

The same is true of the sword of the world.

And this sword that left a sword mark on the ribs of the heart.

The features are particularly obvious.

The sword shape is ordinary, which is what is common in the south, but it is very thick.

It wasn't thick like a sword at all, but like a piece of iron.

It's as if some apprentice who has just begun to learn forging lazily knocks a sword shape and gives up.

Simon looked at it for a long time, coughed in a low voice, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at a certain heavenly prison official who had entered the Dao realm on the side.

"What happened last night?"

The Heavenly Prison Servant whispered, "I don't know, someone used Dao techniques to cut off the entire Heavenly Prison. ”

Simon didn't ask any more questions, turned and walked out.

The man asked hesitantly behind him, "Lord Di's corpse?" ”

Simon paused and said calmly, "Burn it." ”

Ximen went to the front yard of the Heavenly Hell, stopped at the pear blossom path, and looked around in silence, on the pear blossoms covered with fire ashes, there were still traces of Taoism - the same charm as the previous night, they were all simple Taoism.

Simon was silent for a moment, then walked all the way until he stopped at the gate.

Yesterday there were many heavenly prison officials in the heavenly prison.

But in the depths of the Heavenly Prison, the Supervision Yuan was walked into like this.

Then a sword stabbed down.

used such a mysterious Taoist technique, but when he killed someone, it was an extremely simple sword, and that sword was still a sword with poor craftsmanship.

Because of what?

Simon coughed, and understood something.

He had no energy to spare.

It's like after being pointed out by the mountains and rivers of Beitai, his vitality was greatly damaged, and he had to shuttle through the world like a world.

After that person used the Dao technique, there was no strength left in the sea of gods to drive anything else, so he had to brutally kill people in the way of the world.

Although the remnants of the Dao technique on the pear blossom had a simple charm, there was nothing that frightened Ximen—perhaps it was that he could not fully perform this Dao technique.

So his realm won't be very high.

At least it won't be a small realm.

A man of the Dao with a sword.

Ximen inevitably thought of Zhang Xiaoyu again.

But Zhang Xiaoyu naturally wouldn't do such a thing.

So who will this person be?

If it was not clear what he wanted to do before, then the events of last night had clearly exposed this man's motives.

He's going to hide something.

So if you kill someone, you have to set it on fire.

Simon looked up at the ashes falling from a certain pear blossom overhead.

The ash was large and was not washed away by the rain because it was in the lower layer of the pear tree.

Simon plucked the pear blossom, and there was some faint handwriting on it, and Simon looked at it for a long time, but he only recognized a southern character.

With a light blow and all the ashes down, Simon threw the pear blossoms under the tree.

Nanyi City Heavenly Prison, the case file is naturally full of southern characters.

This is meaningless information.

Simon glanced back at the depths of the Hell, then turned and walked out.

Heading towards the north of the city.

Although Simon now has some clues, these things are not important compared to the other at the moment.

300,000 Qingjia went north, whether they wanted to rebel or vent their anger, these were all things that had nothing to do with the Human Sword Sect.

But they are no longer in Nanyi City, this is related to the Human Sword Sect.

Ximen walked all the way on crutches, and it took a long time to reach the gate of the Sword Sect.

The young Hu Lu held his sword and was in a daze at the door.

Seeing Simon's figure coming, his eyes fell on the cane in Simon's hand again, and he asked with some hesitation, "Senior Brother Simon came here again last night?" ”

Ximen looked down at the crutches in his hand, and said in his heart I was beaten half to death last night, and I slept all night in the mountain road, how could I come to your Sword Sect?

"Nope."

Simon shook his head.

Hu Lu sighed, looked at Simon and asked, "What is the senior brother doing today?" ”

"I want to find Senior Brother Chen."

Hu Lu pointed to the door, and was about to say that Chen Huaifeng should be drinking tea inside, but suddenly remembered that he heard the senior brothers inside in the morning as if they were talking about Chen Huaifeng going to the Tonggui Monument. So he withdrew his hand and pointed south.

"Senior brother is at the Tonggui Monument."

Simon was silent for a while, coughed softly, sighed and said, "What about Senior Brother Zhang?" ”

"Senior Brother Zhang went to play cards, I don't know if he's back now, he usually goes through the back door, and he sleeps when he comes back, I don't know, you can go inside and have a look."

"Thank you."

Ximen walked slowly towards the Sword Sect.

Hu Lu looked at Simon's broken knife, and then remembered Simon's weak appearance, but he was a little curious, who beat Simon like this.

Thinking of the two senior brothers lamenting from time to time - it seems that there are indeed a lot of things in the world.

The gourd suddenly felt a sense of well-being.

Thinking about it this way, it's not bad to sit in the doorway with your sword in your hand.

At least not that much to worry about.

Happiness really needs to be compared.

Hu Lu thought.

......

Zhang Xiaoyu did sleep in the Sword Sect, lying on the guardrail of the Sanchi Pavilion with his face sideways, sleeping with his mouth watering.

After asking a few disciples of the Sword Sect, Ximen finally found Zhang Xiaoyu's location.

just watched this scene, but also fell silent.

No matter how Zhang Xiaoyu looks at it, he is not as reliable as Chen Huaifeng.

What serious person doesn't come home at night to play cards until early in the morning, and then sleeps like a pig?

But Simon still walked to the pavilion on crutches, let out a long breath, and pushed Zhang Xiaoyu's shoulder.

"Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Zhang, wake up!"

Simon's call was useless.

If it weren't for the fact that he had already come to the Sword Sect, plus he was injured and didn't want to go back and forth, Ximen would have turned around and gone to Tonggui Monument to find Chen Huaifeng.

Zhang Xiaoyu smashed his mouth twice, turned over and continued to fall asleep.

Not far away, there was a thirty-year-old Sword Sect senior brother who passed by from a small distance, saw this picture, smiled and shouted from afar.

"Zhang Xiaoyu, play cards!"

Zhang Xiaoyu jumped up suddenly.

"What cards to play? Who's playing cards? Which bastard secretly plays cards and doesn't call me? ”

The senior brother had already laughed and walked away, leaving only Simon with a broken knife standing in the pavilion with a helpless expression.

He suddenly wondered if Cong Jian didn't want to take care of the affairs of the world, so he let Zhang Xiaoyu come to see the world.

In contrast, Chen Huaifeng is much more conscientious.

Ximen sighed and thought about it, then saluted Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "Senior Brother Zhang." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu yawned and said, "It turns out that Senior Brother Ximen wants to play cards?" ”

"......" Ximen was silent, and after a long time, he looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, who was about to fall asleep again, and said, "Nanyi City is going to have an accident, senior brother." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu lay lazily on the railing, like a big lazy cat that had lost its tail.

"What's wrong?"

"Beitai seized the talisman and went north with 300,000 green armor."

"Oh, that's good, I can make more than 80,000 tables of mahjong."

".....," Simon sighed, "I'd better go find Senior Brother Chen." ”

"Haha." Zhang Xiaoyu struggled to hold on to the railing and sat upright, and said with a haha, "I'm kidding." ”

Ximen breathed a sigh of relief, and then almost died of anger by Zhang Xiaoyu's next sentence.

"Except for Nanyi City, where can I find 80,000 card tables."

"Senior brother, don't be joking." Ximen took a deep breath, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said seriously.

Zhang Xiaoyu also got up, looked at Ximen and said seriously: "You were joking with me first." ”

“？”

"Isn't it a joke that you, a cultivator of the seventh realm of the dignified path, can let an idle young master of Peking University snatch away the talisman?" Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly.

Simon wanted to say something, but Zhang Xiaoyu interrupted him and continued: "I know that you were injured, and it seems that you were beaten, if you guessed correctly, it was a finger of mountains and rivers." ”

Ximen looked at this Sword Sect Senior Brother from the Mountain and River View in silence.

"But if you think about it, why would he, a young master of Peking University who had never stepped into the path of cultivation, dare to rob your way? With righteousness or with loneliness? ”

Zhang Xiaoyu sneered and said: "I know that your Ximen is very famous in the world, but with such a big reputation, the young master of Peking University dares to do such a thing, do you think he is stupid or you are stupid?" ”

Ximen was scolded by Zhang Xiaoyu, sighed, and said, "This matter is indeed my problem. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't continue to scold, but also sighed and said, "It's not your problem." ”

He looked down at the occasional corner of the robe under the white robe.

"It's the problem of the man who borrowed the mountain and the river."

Zhang Xiaoyu coughed as he spoke, spat into the pool, and then looked down at the streaks of blood inside—those were some remaining injuries.

"Damn, it's really annoying." Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the pond with a sad face and said. "Where's your Lord Liu? When he will come back, this kind of thing should be the responsibility of him, the squire of the military department. ”

"Lord Liu is still in Daze and hasn't come back."

"ε=( ́ο'*)))) Alas." Zhang Xiaoyu sighed, thought for a long time, and said slowly, "How much has Lingnan's sword been cultivated." ”

Ximen shook his head and said, "I don't know, there are many fresh faces in Nanyi City, and according to their practice in the past, they should be pouring out of the nest." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu's mood is a little better.

Although the Lingnan Sword Sect has been criticized by the cultivation world all the year round, the arrival of many sword cultivators has naturally made the hearts of the people of the world more stable, but the departure of the 300,000 Qingjia who was supposed to be the main force in the defense of Nanyi City is bad news for either side.

Although the Human Sword Sect has many senior brothers.

However, the high-level of the cultivation world is not necessary, and it is impossible to make a move.

What's more, I still don't know anything about the situation on Daze's side, and the fog blocked everything.

Like a millennium, the two lands were once again separated.

Zhang Xiaoyu thought silently for a long time, looked at the west gate, and said softly: "Xiushu went north and told Huaidu that Nanyi City allows people from the north." ”

Ximen was silent for a while, and said: "Huaidu may not be willing to believe it, after all, according to Lord Liu, His Majesty does not know where to go, and the entire Huaidu is not sure of his mind." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "Let's just say that Liu March died in Daze." ”

Simon said softly, "This will be a crime of deception in the future." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu stood up and walked towards the drizzle.

"You just write, if Liu March doesn't die, I will kill him, then it won't be a bully."

Simon stood silently in the pavilion, with the cane beside him, perhaps with some unburned blood on it, but no one noticed.

"Okay."