Chen Huaifeng sat on the top of the tomb mountain, looking up at the Tonggui monument.

was sent by Zhang Xiaoyu for a short time and left, so he had to look at the night boringly.

There seemed to be a chill in the middle of the night.

It was the wind that blew from the south.

There is also some barren atmosphere of the Yellow Mountains.

Chen Huaifeng turned his head to look south.

The fog had faded, and some mountains could be faintly visible in the night.

But after 800 miles of Daze, there is nothing to see.

Chen Huaifeng took a breath and pulled out the wolfberry sword, and a sword fire ignited, dispelling those chills.

On the other side of the world tonight, what stories are secretly happening?

Chen Huaifeng frowned and thought.

Turning his head to look north.

Not only the Dao Gate, but even the Liuyun Sword Sect and the Grinding Sword Cliff were all silent.

Chen Huaifeng sometimes even has some dark thoughts.

For example, the Human Sword Sect has been too prosperous over the years.

So the cultivation world planned to knock and knock.

But if there is a slight movement in the northern cultivation world.

Chen Huaifeng would not choose to kill Liu March.

It's a pity that he didn't see anything.

So he sat silently on the tomb mountain, lonely in his arms with the half-curtain of wind and rain left to him by the white storm.

......

East China Sea.

Somewhere under the high cliff, by the clear stream, there was a young man in black with his short hair combed to the sides, and a young man in black with a legging and a sword was lying helplessly in the night.

Beside him, there was a cowering kingfisher.

The story begins on March 29, which is the afternoon of today.

Because he lost the people of the Tianya Sword Sect and did not find any trace of Nandao, Cheng Lu, the fourth broken sword, chose to come to the East China Sea on his own in order to prevent the sword from being settled after the autumn, intending to receive a sword.

Originally, the story was simple.

But here's the problem.

When Cheng Lu came, he saw a little demon on the road, and he was also coming to the East China Sea, so he took her with him.

Unexpectedly, she was going to the East China Sea to deliver a letter.

It's still going to be given to the Grinding Sword Cliff.

Even if Cheng Lu arrived here, he didn't feel anything.

Anyway, if she sends a letter, she will send a letter, even if she wants to scold Qiushui in the letter, it has nothing to do with him, and Uncle Qiushui will naturally not be angry with him because he took the little kingfisher for a ride.

Until I climbed the sword ladder to the cliff with difficulty, I saw Qiu Xi'er in the middle of the green bamboo between the cliffs.

Cheng Lu told Qiu Xi'er about the coming and going of the story.

Qiu Xi'er was originally expressionless, and she didn't intend to blame Cheng Lu.

Cheng Lu thought that the story would end like this.

Then he suddenly remembered the story of the little kingfisher who was going to deliver the letter.

The sword ladder is full of sword intent, and once a little demon like Qingqing steps on it, he will not be killed by sword intent if he can't go far.

So Cheng Lu kindly put her in her sleeve.

At this time, I suddenly remembered, and I was glad that I hadn't forgotten it, so I took out the little kingfisher Qingqing.

Qingqing looked at the cold-looking woman in front of her, and was also a little stunned, but thinking of the entrustment of her friend Mouse, she still carefully handed over the letter.

Cheng Lu felt that something was wrong at that time.

Why are you so cowardly when you send a letter?

So he pulled Qingqing aside and asked her in a low voice what was written in it.

Wait until Qingqing squirms and says it.

Cheng Lu knew that she was finished.

You sent a love letter, why didn't you say it earlier?

Cheng Lu pulled out his legs and was about to run.

Behind him, however, there was the sound of a sword being drawn.

Looking back, Qiu Xi'er really pinched the letter paper, took a sword from the side casually, and looked at Cheng Lu expressionlessly.

- Didn't the junior brother want to ask for a sword?

Cheng Lu turned around with an embarrassed face and glanced at Qingqing on the side.

- There are outsiders here, both of whom are contemporary three swords, is it okay to give face?

Qiu Xi'er didn't speak, just stood with her sword in hand.

Then Cheng Lu was beaten severely by Qiu Xi'er in front of Qingqing.

It was a terrible fight.

Qingqing was sighing beside him.

Fortunately, after Qiu Xi'er finished fighting, he threw the two of them off the sword cliff together.

Otherwise, Cheng Lu was beaten to delirium, and Qingqing was a little demon, and he didn't know how to go down.

Then there is the story by the clear stream - Cheng Lu was lying on his stomach by the stream, humming and chirping for an afternoon.

Qingqing didn't leave Cheng Lu here alone, after all, it seemed that Cheng Lu would be beaten this time because of the letter she sent.

Instead, they studied the contents of the letter for an afternoon.

It's simple, just two sentences.

One sentence is Mr. I miss you, and there is a typo, and I don't know which illiterate person wrote it, so I wrote my thoughts into a phase.

The second sentence is, sir, if I don't die, remember to wait for me.

So what sentence made Cheng Lu suffer this beating?

The two studied for a long time and felt that it was the first sentence.

This is the conclusion reached by Qingqing.

Because what is written is a phase, not a thought.

Missing a heart.

In other words, Qiu Xi'er thinks that the person who writes the letter does not think with his heart.

So angry.

Cheng Lu suddenly realized!

I see.

But the beating has already been beaten, and even if it is known, it will not help.

Cheng Lu decided to find the person who sent the letter and return the call, so she asked Qingqing again who sent the letter.

Qingqing tilted her head and thought about it for a long time, before she remembered the name from the crooked call of the rat at that time.

South Island.

Cheng Lu was stunned at that time.

Why the are you going around, or are you kid in trouble?

The more Cheng Lu thought about it, the more angry he became, he got up by the night stream, picked up his sword and covered his buttocks, and headed towards the south.

Qingqing thought about it for a long time, but still followed, and he had to go back to report the situation to the rat.

So the two of them went away along the clear stream in the night.

The sword cliff and green bamboo are in the center.

Qiu Xi'er stood silently in the night.

Nanyi City is a drizzly world.

But there is no in the East China Sea, just an endless sea breeze slowly blowing this high cliff.

There is no moonlight cold.

Just the silence of a faint glimmer.

Certainly not the silence of the vast sea.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed that someone came from behind and stood with Qiu Xi'er by the clear stream that slowly flowed through the green bamboo house.

Two figures were reflected in the stream.

One was dressed in a white dress, with a cold and detached expression, and a sword-shaped wooden hairpin holding a simple hairpin.

One was dressed in orange, his eyes were calm and peaceful, but he was full of white hair.

If you exclude those external temperaments and makeup, the two are naturally very similar.

So the one who came in the night was naturally the contemporary cliff master of the Grinding Sword Cliff.

Translucent.

A dying old demon in the world.

"What was your original idea?"

Qiushui sat down by the stream, looked down at the reflection in the stream, and said softly.

Qiu Xi'er was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "I just think that he is more suitable to sit on the turbid sword platform than me. ”

Qiushui sighed softly and said, "So the feelings of young people can be used, and they are also the easiest to be used. ”

"But whether this is good or bad, I don't know." Qiu Xi'er calmly watched the night.

In the night is the world.

The world on the shore of the East China Sea has always been the most lively in the eastern part of Huai'an.

Many large and small sword sects and human towns spread around this high cliff, standing on the high cliff and looking at it, those human lights are like flowers everywhere.

The ladder of more than 3,000 zhang of sword intent in the sword cliff has always been the most suitable place in the world to temper sword intent.

But the world often stops there.

Therefore, the excitement of the world is human.

This high cliff that the world needs to look up at will always be the loneliest and lonely place in the world.

Qiushui sat by the stream, looking up at the world.

"It doesn't matter if it's good or bad, it's true or false that matters."

Qiu Xi'er was silent for a while and said, "Why? ”

"A person who sits on a high place can sit firmly with a clear conscience." Qiu said quietly. "Otherwise, the night wind is bleak and cold, and the ghosts in your heart will not be at peace, how can you see the world?"

Qiu Xi'er fell silent.

So do you have a clear conscience or a clear conscience?

She didn't know either.

Qiushui didn't say anything more, the two looked at the world together, and then their eyes crossed the thousands of green mountains and fell to the south of Huai'an.

There was a big area there, and there was a lot of fog.

The people on the cliff saw it a long time ago.

But they didn't say anything, they didn't do anything.

"Mountain ghost Yaoji, you should have left Daze." Qiu Xi'er said slowly.

"It's fine, don't look at her."

Qiushui replied calmly.

"What about the Witch Cult?"

"You don't have to look at it."

"What about Nanyi City?"

"You don't have to look at anything."

Qiu Xi'er fell silent and looked at Qiu Shui who was sitting quietly by the stream.

"So what do we need to see?"

Qiushui looked back at the turbid sword platform on the top of the cliff hidden in the night clouds, and said calmly: "We don't have to look at anything. ”

"Why?"

Qiushui lowered his head, as if remembering many stories from the past, and was silent for a long time.

Until the lights in the world gradually faded.

"Because if we don't look at anything, that's the best outcome for the world." Qiushui said softly, "There used to be people who looked at the sky, so the sky broke, and once people looked at the River Styx, so the River Styx was broken. The thousands of years of turmoil in the world are far less than the harm that the Grinding Sword Cliff has brought to the world. ”

Qiu Xi'er was silent and didn't say anything, she knew who her mother was talking about.

Say these names on the cliff of the sword.

The whole world will remember some tragic stories.

Therefore, the last realm of the Sword Sect in the human world is called sitting in the human world.

Perhaps for the world, as long as the people who grind the sword cliff can sit on the turbid sword platform in peace, they are the best guardian of the world, and then as Mr. Xie said, it will make the world whitewash its sins and hide its own undercurrent.

Qiushui laughed softly, got up and dragged a waterfall of white hair, and walked towards the top of the highest cliff in the world.

"So I'm glad sometimes, I'm a person of average talent, my ceiling is there, and the world doesn't worry about what I'll do if I'm crazy one day."

"But you're different, Qingxi, and the boy you chose is different." Qiushui stood in the bamboo forest mountain road and looked back at the silent Qiuxi'er by the stream. "You may go very high and far, and you will have to think about everything."

Qiu Xi'er listened quietly, but suddenly understood why the most amazing sword in the Grinding Sword Cliff was called the first line in the world.

The world is thousands of years, determined by a thought and hanging by a thread.

It is a line in the world.

Therefore, the Grinding Sword Cliff has not accepted disciples for thousands of years.

......

What Chen Huaifeng can't understand, many major repairs in the world are well known.

Therefore, even if Qiushui lives on the turbid sword platform and sees everything, there will be no movement in the Grinding Sword Cliff.

Prime Minister Qing naturally would not pin the turning point of the story on something like Chen Huaifeng, who suddenly had a sword.

Just like Zhang Xiaoyu said, do your own thing.

Flip your own table.

The twilight shines on the snow, and the natural world is splendid.

Therefore, Qing Xiang felt an incomparably hot light piercing his body, and the white clothes full of blood-colored plum blossoms were stained with twilight, as if ignited by the afterglow, so they burned like fire. But the prime minister who was in the midst of the witch fire did not have any warmth.

The white snow of the Black Mountain, the endless chill blew into the bones, and countless snow blew, leaving a deep wound on Qing Xiang's body, so the demonic power began to stagnate, and Qing Xiang, who was in it, tried to clench his fist, but the scholar's powerful fists began to become weak and weak.

It's hunger, it's cold, it's the fear of the ancestors who have survived to this day, and it's in the blood.

Qing Xiang began to feel that everything in front of him had become blurred, so he staggered forward in a trance, as if there was a fire not far ahead, enough to warm everything.

There were people in the fur of wild beasts, jumping around.

But the road ahead is not a fire.

It's a remnant sun in the twilight.

There are also two Nanchu Lingwu with their eyes closed, ten fingers interlaced with strange gestures, and they maintain the witch technique.

Walking in the twilight snow, Qing Xiang seemed to faintly sense that something was wrong, and tried to open his eyes with all his might, but what he saw became more and more blurry, and the temperature in front of him became higher and higher.

It's fire!

There seemed to be a voice of surprise in Qing Xiang's ears.

It is the cheers of the ancient ancestors when they walked in the dark and cold night and encountered a certain wildfire.

So they ran to tell each other and rushed away.

Pounce on them and embrace the fires.

in order to dispel all the night and hunger and cold.

Standing in the twilight of the wind and snow, Qing Xiang stretched out his hands.

The most lethal killing move of the snow twilight was in front of him, a round of remnant sun, full of the power of witches and ghosts, enough to melt the remnant sun of a great avenue cultivation.

However, Qing Xiang did not hug it, and at that moment, a jade pendant fell off his waist and hovered in the twilight and snow.

Chen Nu and Qu Ling were shocked, but they opened their eyes together.

The cyan jade pendant exuded bursts of blue and red light.

And Qing Xiangyi grasped the jade pendant, and the chaos in his eyes faded away, turning into a piece of clarity.

The light on the jade pendant quickly expanded, and then turned into countless sword intents, climbing out in the hands of the prime minister, turning into a clear sword with a blue body and a red handle.

Red-soaked corals are short.

The green hanging lily is long.

Qing Xiang calmly raised his sword and held it in front of his chest, and then stabbed out with a sword.

In the twilight, between the mountains and snow, there are blue and red flashes.

Suddenly a sword came to the world.

It's the prime minister's own sword.

Qu Ling looked down at the sword that pierced through his heart, and the scholar who stood in front of him with a calm expression, and seemed to be a little puzzled.

"Why not Chennu?"

Prime Minister tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "Because you and I have a greater grudge." ”

Qu Ling was silent for a moment and said, "Yes." ”

On the edge of the Youhuang Mountain Range, the Styx River at that moment was used by the Quling Mountains, not Chennu.

When Prime Minister Qing drew his sword and came out, the power of countless witches and ghosts around Qu Ling's body surged, as if he was trying to sneak attack Prime Minister Qing's Shenhai again.

But the prime minister, who has already been in charge once, naturally would not make such a stupid mistake, raise his hand with a sword, and kill all the witches.

Quling regrettably fell down on the cliff.

The prime minister looked back at the snow field from before.

Chennu had already left the Yellow Mountain Range neatly.

Qing Xiang turned his head and looked at the figure that fell quickly, calmly wiping the blood stains on the sword.

Then he coughed quietly, and the corners of his lips were large with blood, so he simply sat down on the edge of the cliff.

The twilight from witchcraft is slowly fading.

It's like a night when the twilight of the world is hastily gone, so the night dome covers it.

Qing Xiang looked down at the sword in his hand, laughing softly, but he was a little ashamed.

Of course, Qing Xiang's sword is not very good, but it is compared to the three swords in the world.

But he is not ashamed of this.

Instead, the light of the sword in his hand was much weaker than at the beginning, so many of the appearances that originally belonged to this sword appeared.

The red-soaked coral is short, and the green overhanging lily is long.

The sword is blue and red, and the red color comes from a certain sword cultivator in the Sword Grinding Cliff thousands of years ago.

The cyan color comes from a certain scholar in the Hanging Academy.

So the name of the sword, the length of the sword.

"It turns out that I have lived for a thousand years, and in the end I still have to rely on the light of the two of you."

Qing Xiang sighed and said, gently wiping the sword body, on the delicate and clear sword body, the light was slowly fading, until it turned into a jade pendant again.

The prime minister hung the jade pendant back on his waist, crossed the snowy mountains, and looked at the yellow sorghum beyond the clouds.

There's a rumor.

It is also the location of the main hospital of the Hanging Temple.

"It's a shame to say that you've been dead for a thousand years, and you can't rest in peace." Qing Xiang smiled helplessly, as if he remembered a real scholar again.

"Somebody is going to dig up your grave, somebody is going to rob your family property - it's indecent to say, but that's about it." Qing Xiang looked down at the jade pendant on his waist, tilted his head and thought for a long time, but he didn't know what to say.

"Well, of course, it's not just about escaping." Qing Xiang chuckled softly.

"Rather, I said, I will keep everything in the Hanging Courtyard."

As he spoke, he felt his face flush.

It's too shameful to live for a thousand years and say strange things on the top of a deserted cliff.

Qing Xiang smiled and touched the root of his ear.

Luckily no one saw it.

Qing Xiang thought so.

Behind him, however, there was the sound of soft footsteps.

Qing Xiang was stunned, turned his head, and saw a pair of bare feet stepping on the snow on the cliff.

Keep your head up.

I saw the woman in a long black dress holding a maple umbrella.

The prime minister quickly turned his head, and the words came out of his mouth.

"Damn, it must be a delusion."

"It must be an illusion."

The prime minister muttered in a low voice, hesitated for a long time, and planned to look back again.

"Damn, it has to be an illusion!"

The prime minister turned back again.

The woman in the black dress had already walked to the edge of the cliff, and her bare feet were stained with a lot of barren black soil of the Yellow Mountain Range, stepping on the corner of the white clothes of the prime minister.

"Your name is Prime Minister?"

The voice of the woman in the black dress fell gently into the snow of the cliff.

Qing Xiang was stunned for a long time, and the roots of his old ears, which had been blown by the wind and snow for a thousand years, turned crimson, thinking about the shameful words he had just said, and shaking his head frantically.

"No, my name is Cong Blade."