A peach branch can be a sword.

The same is true in red.

.......

In the twilight of the world.

Gongzi stood on the three-foot Wu River without sorrow, his face pale to maintain the Styx at that moment, and whispered a word of invitation to Zhang Xiaoyu.

So Zhang Xiaoyu took out a red piece from his arms.

The red is just an ordinary red in the red, and such a card can be seen everywhere in Nanyi City.

Zhang Xiaoyu sat there, took out the red and placed it in front of him, as if he was sitting at a card table.

It's all done, it's done.

Only a lonely red was left.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't know who would light him in Nanyi City.

But no matter who it is, there is always someone who will hit that red.

The twilight is deflected, and the world slowly returns to the middle.

Everything will fall on the earth, waiting for the last moment when the river Styx will be overcome.

Someone hit a red shot in Nanyi City.

So above the red in front of Zhang Xiaoyu, an endless awe-inspiring sword intent suddenly burst out, and countless sword winds rose from that red in a mighty way, and these sword intent winds far exceeded the sword intent that Zhang Xiaoyu was engulfed at any previous moment.

This is Zhang Xiaoyu's own sword intent.

In the human arch hall of Nanyi City, the sword intent that has been tempered for a long time.

Zhang Xiaoyu's hairband had already been cut by the sword intent in those swords, and Zhang Xiaoyu's white clothes were also tattered, which was very miserable.

When those winds of sword intent rolled up above the red.

Everything is flying in a chaotic manner.

Zhang Xiaoyu should have liked such a handsome picture.

But he just quietly watched the sword intent turn red.

He said with regret: "This is not what I thought, when this sword should come." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu thought about a lot of things at that moment, but in the end he just sighed and said, "That's it." ”

He looked up at the twilight that was about to return to the heavenly dome, and whispered, "Come on, sword."

And so the sword came.

Gongzi Wubei didn't care about what Zhang Xiaoyu regretted, and when the sword intent above the red was surrounded, he looked up at the sky.

In the incomparably rich twilight sky, the great river flowed violently.

Then something appeared in those orange glows.

It's like an ink spot, like someone painting, and when they shake their hands, a little bit of black drops in the twilight of the painting.

It's like an abandoned orange on a street corner, and when someone is holding a younger brother and child who is younger than him, and is about to pick it up, a black bug suddenly comes out.

Childe Wubei thought a lot at that moment.

But most of the imagery is in a story that should be beautiful, and suddenly there are some twists that make life fall.

Black doesn't have to be dark, of course.

For example, at night.

The world needs night to be able to stop those tireless running and have a good rest.

Childe looked at the rich darkness of the night revealed in the twilight holes that had been pierced by the sword intent.

I feel like it's time to take a break, too.

But there was also sadness, and there were some stories that he had not yet been able to finish, such as the matter of the Northern Witch Dao, such as the question that Chen Nu had asked at the beginning, such as where his brother was, and he had never met them so far.

The human time has ended, although the human time is not long, but the human time has ended.

Gongzi Wubei and Zhang Xiaoyu are the same age.

A peer who was swept into fate by the wind of Osawa.

But the time is over.

The world is long.

He should have rested in the middle.

Childe Wubei lowered his hands and did not shrink in his sleeves again.

Don't be sad.

Childe Wubei said to himself.

Just like your name.

So this twilight sky that treated the world with courtesy was pierced by countless sword intents, and those vast nights poured in like a dark torrent.

And then inexorably through everything.

Thousands of red sheets flow through the junction of twilight and night.

And those sword intents are like a big river, falling towards Gongzi Wusad.

This young man in a wide witch robe just stood quietly in those mighty winds of sword intent, watching everything be blown up, and then everything fell.

Don't be sad, as your name is.

Flowers are not sad.

The world fell into a deeper night.

That kind of night is called.

Death.

......

Hu Lu stood on the tomb mountain in a daze, looking at the swords in the red of the city, past all the lights of the world, and headed towards the sword sect garden.

Then the twilight, like fragile drawing paper, was ruthlessly pierced.

So the night of the world flooded the Sword Sect garden again.

Hu Lu looked at it for a long time before he turned around, looked at Chen Huaifeng, who seemed to know everything early in the morning, and asked, "What's wrong with Senior Brother Xiaoyu?" ”

The sword momentum of those sword intents was too vast, and Hu Lu couldn't help but worry that Zhang Xiaoyu was forced to be in a hurry, and what kind of self-inflicted tricks were used.

However, no, Chen Huaifeng just said calmly: "He has entered the avenue." ”

Chen Huaifeng said very calmly and indifferently.

It seems like that's how it should be.

But it seems that this is exactly how it should be.

How can there be any proud disciple of the Mountain and River View, after coming to the Sword Sect, he has only played cards for seven years?

It's a pity that it's hard for Zhang Xiaoyu to have a story that hasn't been a hitter for three years.

Everyone knows that he should be amazing.

So the night of the second day of the fourth month, one thousand and three years ago.

Zhang Xiaoyu entered the avenue unhappily.

After piercing through the twilight, those red ones turned into swimming dragons and returned to the night sky of the world.

Then it rained like a mahjong rain back to everyone's table.

Probably many years later, these card players in Nanyi City will boast with people with a proud face after hearing this story.

Lao Tzu played cards back then, but he played a great road repair.

But those stories don't matter.

Xiao Hulu stood on the tomb hill and looked at Chen Huaifeng silently for a long time, he actually had a lot of questions to ask.

For example, why Gongzi Wubei would kill Senior Brother Xiaoyu, for example, why did he sit idly by, and what did they talk about in the stories of being driven away.

But in the end, he didn't ask anything.

He was just a fourteen-year-old boy.

The red that fell back on the tomb mountain, and the reed did not return to Chen Huaifeng, this was originally in the cards in the gatehouse.

Holding the sword in Hongzhong, the little boy Hu Lu turned around and ran towards the tomb mountain, he wanted to go back to see how Zhang Xiaoyu was doing.

......

Zhang Xiaoyu is naturally not very good.

was beaten very badly, even if he entered the avenue with the momentum that he had accumulated for many years, he couldn't change the fact that he was beaten badly by Gongzi Wubei before.

Those sword intents above the red surrounded Zhang Xiaoyu's body, and they were heading towards the Divine Sea little by little.

Childe's body lay not far away, on the guardrail of the small bridge by the stream, facing the sky on its back, half on the bridge, half in the air.

Zhang Xiaoyu covered his lips and coughed, looking at the blood, and then waved his hand with Mei Quming's senior brothers who were about to come over, got up and walked towards the small bridge.

easily sent Childe's body into the stream, probably drifting all the way away, falling into the Nanyi River, and finally falling into that piece of Daze.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked back into the clear stream, scooped up some aquatic plants, stood on the side of the small bridge and began to wipe the blood stains on the bridge.

Cong Blade naturally doesn't like this kind of thing, so even if Zhang Xiaoyu enters the avenue, he has to honestly deal with the battlefield.

"Zhang Xiaoyu, are you okay?"

The voices of the brothers came from the edge of the pool.

They could naturally see the reason why Zhang Xiaoyu didn't let them pass.

After all, it was a great avenue that directly crossed the realm, and those mighty sword intent Zhang Xiaoyu could not be completely controlled, and with a sharp taste, they kept whirling around the side of the stream bridge.

Zhang Xiaoyu carefully wiped the blood stains on the guardrail and said softly: "It's just that I was injured a little, it doesn't matter." ”

The brothers nodded, watched by the pool for a long time, and then left in twos and threes.

For Zhang Xiaoyu's entry into the avenue, they naturally would not be shocked.

That's the way it should be.

Naturally, the senior brothers knew about it for a long time.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood alone by the stream, coughing and wiping the bloodstains, because of the injury, he wiped it for a long time before he wiped the blood cleanly.

Then throwing those aquatic plants into the stream, Zhang Xiaoyu turned his head to look at the lower reaches of the clear stream.

Childe's body has drifted far away.

The tattered scabbard was still sitting by the stream, but it had been covered by peach blossoms.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked over and picked up the scabbard, and then sat down in the stream again.

After a long time, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the path outside a pool.

The little boy Hu Lu rushed back from the tomb mountain panting with his sword in his arms, and ran all the way to the peach tree, looking at Zhang Xiaoyu who was constantly converging his sword intent in the stream, and asked worriedly, "Senior brother, are you okay?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu sat in the stream with his scabbard in his arms, quietly watching Hu Lu's figure.

The red of the cannon was made by Hu Lu, and Zhang Xiaoyu could naturally feel it.

After watching quietly for a while, Zhang Xiaoyu laughed softly: "I naturally have nothing to do." ”

Hu Lu breathed a sigh of relief, sat down under the peach tree with his sword in his arms, looked at the sword intent surrounding Zhang Xiaoyu's body, thought for a while, and said, "Can I ask Senior Brother a question?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Hu Lu and said, "What's the problem?" ”

"Why did Childe Wubei kill you?"

Zhang Xiaoyu was silent, looked at the lower reaches of Qingxi, looked back at the scabbard in his arms, and said calmly: "Because he is crazy." ”

Hu Lu sighed and didn't ask any further.

Childe Wubei is naturally not crazy, but Zhang Xiaoyu doesn't want to say it.

After thinking about it again, Hulu asked a question very cautiously.

"Did you quarrel with Senior Brother Huaifeng?"

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and looked up in the direction of the Human Tomb Mountain. There's probably someone there, too, watching this.

"Of course not, it's just that sometimes, we need to watch a little longer."

This sentence is very similar to what Chen Huaifeng said to Hu Lu before.

Hu Lu sighed and said, "Of course I want to be patient for a long time, but you all think I'm too young to tell me anything, I'm sure it's easy for me to look at it." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu laughed softly and said, "You'll know later." ”

It's still the same thing.

Hu Lu didn't sigh anymore, stared at Zhang Xiaoyu and scolded him thousands of times in his heart.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't say anything more, and sat quietly in the stream, the sword intent on the side of the stream and his own sword intent were intertwined back and forth, constantly refining and cultivating.

"Senior Brother Sword Intent Cliff Master Realm?"

Hu Lu looked at those sword intents, but suddenly remembered.

Zhang Xiaoyu's sword intent realm over the years has always been only the slanted bridge realm, but those sword intent now are far more than the Qinglian realm, at least Hu Lu has not seen it in Chen Huaifeng.

Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "Not yet, it's still a little close." ”

Hulu asked curiously, "What's the difference?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu looked down at the scabbard in his arms and said slowly, "I still sent my sword back." ”

Hu Lu nodded in understanding.

A sword cultivator naturally can't do without a sword.

Hongzhong can also be a sword, but it is a sword of meaning, a sword of sword intent, although it is held in the hand, it can also be used as a sword, but it is not as good as your own sword after all.

A sword cultivator will follow the sword all his life, and it will burn and dissolve in the continuous sword, and then become a real famous sword in the world.

This is incomparable to the sword of incarnation.

It's a pity that sword cultivation and his sword are often difficult to really be at the peak at the same time.

Sword cultivation has passed the prime of life, if the realm has not advanced an inch, it will only become weaker and weaker.

And the sword will get stronger and stronger.

For example, the square inch in Cong Blade's hand.

It was originally many years ago, the sword of the sword and the cliff lord wore the sword, and the other Lingtai was the same as the town cliff double sword.

In the beginning, it was just an ordinary iron sword.

It's just that in the past thousand years, after several generations of cliff masters, until it fell into the hands of Cong Blade, looking at the world, it has become the sharpest sword in the world.

Even the autumn water that once shattered in Nanyi City is unattainable.

Hu Lu looked down at his sword, and suddenly he couldn't tell the difference.

Who is sharpening the sword?

Or the sword is grinding.

It's a hard question to figure out.

So Xiao Hulu just thought for a moment, then didn't continue to think about it, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and asked, "When will Senior Brother's sword come back?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu was very silent in the face of this problem.

I remembered the boy with the umbrella.

Naturally, he didn't want to see his sword come back.

So even if Chen He found the Sword Sect all the way before, he didn't go to see Nandao again.

But his sword will always come back.

Cause and effect have their own closed loop.

So Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a long time, looked up at the dark and heavy night, and said softly: "Maybe it's fast, maybe it's far away, I don't know." ”

Hu Lu didn't notice Zhang Xiaoyu's complex emotions, and only thought that Zhang Xiaoyu's silence was perceiving his sword.

Sitting under the peach tree with his sword in his arms, he thought longingly: "The causal sword, a sword that is truly unique to the Sword Sect in the world, I don't know if I can learn it." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu really wanted to tell Hu Lu not to learn this sword.

But after all, people have their own visions and their own freedoms.

Perhaps it is only you who is easy to get entangled in those causes and effects.

Like a clump of blades, he is lazy and lazy, and he has nothing to do.

So Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "When you enter the path, you can let the master teach you this sword." ”

Hu Lu was very melancholy holding the sword, and then he remembered that when he sat here in the afternoon, he was thinking about asking Zhang Xiaoyu how to practice.

I just entered the Tao myself.

I just entered the Tao.

Why did the senior brothers make themselves the sect masters?

But Hulu doesn't want to ask now.

His senior brother Xiaoyu is a real genius in the world.

He can't learn.

Who will believe it?

After playing cards in Nanyi City for six or seven years, and then entering the avenue?

Hu Lu actually suspected that Zhang Xiaoyu was not in kendo.

It's a fucking card.

The world's sparrow saint Zhang Xiaoyu.

Hu Lu sighed for a while, and walked towards a pool with his sword in his arms.

Zhang Xiaoyu quietly watched as Hu Lu's figure left a pool and disappeared into the night, then turned back and closed his eyes.

It's not about cultivating or refining sword intent.

It's about thinking about solutions.

Because there is one more person who will definitely come.

And there is a high probability that he will scold himself for being a bastard.

When Zhang Xiaoyu was still thinking like this, he heard Cong Xin's voice.

"Zhang Xiaoyu, you are such a bastard."

Zhang Xiaoyu opened his eyes in embarrassment and looked at Cong Xin, who had picked up a peach branch that had been burned by the sword fire not far away.

"I can't say that, this is an emergency avoidance, even if the master comes back, I have a reason."

Zhang Xiaoyu is still stiff in his mouth.

Cong Xin just walked over with the peach branch, stood under the tree and glared at Zhang Xiaoyu, then looked up at the peach tree, and looked at it for a long time before finding the broken branch that Zhang Xiaoyu had broken.

Cong Xin tiptoed and tried to connect the charred peach branch back to the peach tree, but unfortunately the peach branch had been completely burned, and it was naturally impossible to pick it up again.

The peach branch fell when Cong Xin let go and landed in the peach blossom at his feet.

Cong Xin turned his head to look at the silent Zhang Xiaoyu, spread his hands, and stretched out in front of Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes.

"What now?"

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Cong Xin's white and tender little hands in silence, each missing a little thumb.

The little girl's good hands have become like this, and she naturally looks funny and clumsy.

So Zhang Xiaoyu thought about it for a long time, and said very sincerely: "Why don't I have time to help you go to the Mathematics and Science Institute of the Hanging Xue Academy and ask, can I design a good-looking Bling Bling finger sleeve for you?" ”

When Cong Xin heard this, he directly stepped over those sword intents, jumped into the stream and rode on Zhang Xiaoyu's neck.

"I'll kill you, I'll kill you. I don't want that kind of ugly finger cuff. Cong Xinxiao's face was angry, and he frantically pulled Zhang Xiaoyu's ears.

Zhang Xiaoyu kept begging for mercy, Cong Xin talked for a long time, and then he felt a little relieved, and stepped on Zhang Xiaoyu's head and climbed onto the small bridge.

I was very annoyed and sat on the edge of the bridge.

"You Sword Sect people, none of them are good, they are all bastards."

Cong Xin scolded angrily.

"You know that you call me and bully me."

Cong Xin put his hand behind his back, turned his head to look at the East China Sea, but said extremely sadly: "It's a pity that the East China Sea is 490,000 miles too far, I probably can't go there, and I can't find the ashes of the old man who laughed at Cong Zhongxiao." ”

Cong Zhongxiao is naturally the person who loves peach blossoms the most in the world.

Perhaps for him, the greatest wealth he left to the world was not the Sword Sect of the world, nor the disciples who stood at the top of the world.

It was the one that was originally stored in the Hanging Courtyard and was taken to Old Dog Town by Grass Firefly.

So Cong Xin misses the first sword in the world who is also dressed in white and sits lazily by the bridge and dozes off.

Zhang Xiaoyu sighed, stood up, stood by the bridge and quietly touched Cong Xin's little head.