The road to simplicity.

So did that sword.

Just a sword, through the wind and snow, across the river, through the world.

Heading towards the River Styx above the heavenly vault.

If there has to be one characteristic, it's fast.

Just as Qiu Xi'er said at the beginning.

This human emperor represents the sword of the sword sharpening cliff.

The fastest sword in the world.

There is not even sword intent, there is no rumor.

When the Imperial Phantom appeared in his hand a gesture holding a sword.

The sword appeared in the Styx of the Sky Dome.

And then it all faded.

Heaven and earth are clear.

Zilan, who was standing in the River Styx, lowered her head and looked at the extremely fine blood color on her eyebrows in the River Styx, extremely stunned.

Qing Xiang has been let go and fell towards the world, Zhang Xiaoyu's figure flashed from the heavens and the earth, and grabbed Qing Xiang's back collar.

Towards the head of Nanyi City.

Under that sword, an extremely wide crack appeared in the entire world between the wind and snow and the River Styx.

Then it shattered to both sides.

It's like someone slicing a picture open with a sword.

Qing Xiang couldn't stop coughing, looking at Zilan who was still looking like herself in the shattered river Styx above the sky, but he was smiling.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Qing Xiang and asked, "What are you laughing at?" ”

The two landed on the top of the city, and Qing Xiang said with a smile: "He really thinks that my sword is the last sword of Nanyi City." ”

Qing Xiang's sword is naturally not, and neither is Zhang Xiaoyu's.

Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a while and said, "But I thought so." ”

It's not just that Zhang Xiaoyu doesn't know what is under the Tonggui Monument in Nanyi City, but also because Zhang Xiaoyu really feels that the sword is already very strong.

The sword of mountains and rivers converges with the Daoless sword in the hand of Prime Minister Qing.

Nature is a very strong sword in the world.

It's a pity that Qing Xiang's kendo can't work.

The prime minister took out the scabbard and said softly, "So you still have room to go up in the future." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't say anything more, standing at the head of the city with his sword on his back, looking at the figure falling down from the sky.

"He's not going to be able to summon spirits back."

Qing Xiang thought for a while and said, "It shouldn't be." The sword of Kamigawa even shattered the entire Styx world. ”

"It's a pity I don't know who he is."

Qing Xiang was stunned.

"You don't know what you're doing with your sword?"

Zhang Xiaoyu walked towards the city with the sword on his back and said: "I'm willing, I love to use the sword, and I'm not looking for you to borrow money, you care about me." ”

Fuck.

Qing Xiang really wanted to give Zhang Xiaoyu, this little bastard.

It's a pity that he was more seriously injured than him, and he may not be able to beat him.

After thinking about it, forget it.

looked at Zhang Xiaoyu's back and asked, "Gone?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu stopped a little at the head of Nanyi City, which was still covered with snow, looked back at Qing Xiang, and said softly, "Let's go." ”

So he didn't go back to the dungeon.

The prime minister couldn't help but sigh.

The view of mountains and rivers is a very complicated and confusing place.

Just like the Qingtian Dao that was divided back then.

"Astray, astray." Qing Xiang shook his head, looking for something on the ground, and finally found the sparse wine jug that had been stepped on in a corner - before leaving the city, Qing Xiang had briefly stayed on the top of the city, put down his wine jug, and there was still half a pot of unfinished wine in it.

So he became angry again, and looked at the sword cultivation at the head of the city with angry eyes.

"That bastard crushed my flask."

The white-clothed scholar with a crown of hair who looks very elegant scolds people like a country farmer.

No one paid any attention to it, and treated it as if they had not heard it.

They were busy.

Although the man of Styx, who didn't know who it was, died, the hundreds of thousands of troops and thousands of boats still stayed outside the city of Nanyi.

The story of the upper layer is over, and the story of the lower level continues.

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, Qing Xiang snorted helplessly, threw the horse sheath in his hand somewhere on the Nanyi River, and then also got off the city and left.

"I'll never come out with a flask next time."

......

Ming Mayfly stood on top of the snowy green mountains, calmly looking at the story of Nanyi City.

He didn't go.

As before, just standing quietly in a no-man's corner, watching the snowstorm.

I watched it for a long time, until the sword from the Grinding Sword Cliff passed through the wind and snow, brushed its sideburns, and disappeared, and I didn't know where to go.

The mayfly sighed softly.

Raise your hand and stroke the sideburns.

There was no blood, and no long hair was cut off.

Just as the blade passed by.

Huai'an has indeed never looked at sorghum with his eyes.

Whether it's a human or a ghost.

The mayfly lowered its hand and quietly looked at the figure in the distance that fell from the sky, and then turned into countless Styx powers, and was blown towards the Yellow Mountains by the wind and snow.

They didn't even ask who the people who came with thousands of boats were.

Just one sword came and another sword came until the last sword.

In the world, the truth of the sword is always great.

Therefore, perhaps only those ghosts and gods in the past are the only existences that can make Huai'an, a place where the avenue flourishes, face up.

The mayfly stood calmly on top of the snowy green mountains, looking at the ancient city in the distance.

When the Cult of Witches and Spirits was destroyed, the city was never destroyed by the south.

It's the same this time.

So he didn't look any further, and calmly walked down the green hill.

......

After twilight, it's night.

In the unfinished wind and snow at night, thousands of black armor silently rushed towards the Nanyi City of the human world after a sword, and in the camp of the witch and ghost Dao above and behind those boats, countless witch and ghost spells fell to the city in the night.

It's a very different picture from the previous one.

Just like what I saw in the eyes of Lu Xiaoxiao, who was once in the city.

This is the vastness and cruelty of the lower class, which is unique to the world.

They are approaching the city, and behind them is Yunmeng Daze, if the people of the Witch and Ghost Dao do not activate the Yue Xing Array, there will naturally be no way out.

So silently tread the earth that had turned from wind and snow to wind and blood, and carried out the final, and perhaps long, charge.

Without this heavy snowfall, they might have been able to hold out much longer.

But although the wind and snow from under a certain boy's umbrella have stopped, it still plunges the land into ice.

Sorghum rarely snowstorms.

In particular, these black armors are the defenders of the endless deep ocean from the southern end of the Yellow Sorghum Pole.

The ability to resist cold is naturally far inferior to that of Huai'an.

Maybe it's really like what Zhang Xiaoyu said on the first day of this war.

The people of the lower classes who are coerced by the general trend have no way out.

The lights of Nanyi City did not come back on.

Perhaps when this battle is over, they will be bustling and lively again.

But not tonight.

The night is deep and the wind and snow are quiet.

In the Nanyi River, the rats and rats have been holding the boat and heading north.

Only Chen Huaifeng, who was extremely silent, was covered in wind and rain and stood alone by the river.

"Looks like we're all wrong."

It was Zhang Xiaoyu who came with a negative sword.

Chen Huaifeng smiled bitterly and said, "Yes." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu thought about killing Liu March.

And Chen Huaifeng directly killed Liu March.

Fate is not just a miss of your comings and goings.

There is also a playful play.

Zhang Xiaoyu carried the sword on his back, looked at the little blood on his robe, listened to the fighting voices of nearly a million people in the south, and said softly: "What is the senior brother going to do?" ”

Chen Huaifeng was silent for a long time, and said softly: "When I saw the sword under the Tonggui Monument and the will of Kamigawa, I realized that I was very wrong, and I walked down the tomb mountain with a full body of wind and rain, and felt that I should go to the north and tell them this wrong story." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Chen Huaifeng quietly and said, "But you changed your mind." ”

Chen Huaifeng stood by the river with his sword in his arms, blowing the wind that still carried the cold of heavy snow, although there was no wind and rain in his arms.

But there was a snow in his heart.

It's something called guilt.

That kind of thing has always been there.

It's only when the things that I take for granted are revealed by fate that I really surging in my heart like a snowstorm.

It turned out that Chen Huaifeng Chen Huaifeng.

It's really going to be a lifetime of wind and snow.

"Yes." Chen Huaifeng said slowly. "Yoo March is dead."

Chen Huaifeng only said this, and then did not continue, because maybe for that reason, it would seem extremely ridiculous and cowardly.

So Zhang Xiaoyu helped him say it.

"Liu March is dead, as written in Simon's letter, he died in Daze, not the Human Sword Sect. That's already the best outcome. Telling the truth about his death to the world will not do any good, it will only make Huaidu make Qingtian Dao completely break with the Human Sword Sect. Such a story brings to the world far more serious than the damage caused by those people who come from Huangliang to bring a Nanyi City. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Chen Huaifeng and said softly, "So Senior Brother decided to be silent." ”

Chen Huaifeng looked up at the night.

So much has happened in this day.

So there was no starlight, only wind and snow, covering half of Nanyi City.

"This is the Human Sword Sect."

Chen Huaifeng said with a sigh.

Zhang Xiaoyu remembered what his other senior brother had said to him in that alley.

Just look at the stability, don't ask right or wrong.

Senior brother, you have been in a place like the Human Sword Sect for too long.

Of course, Zhang Xiaoyu has been staying for a long time.

So he rightly felt that it was right.

Even if the person who died was once his best friend when he was a teenager.

This is different from the young man who had a big quarrel with Li Shanhe and left the view of mountains and rivers angrily.

At that time, he felt that some things must be right and some things must be wrong.

But now he doesn't think so.

When Zhang Xiaoyu thought about this, he was very silent and panicked.

Of course, he loves this place very much.

Ten thousand rivers flow together and merge into the world.

Playing cards and drinking, and maybe scolding the street with some worldly person.

But that's not what he wants.

Just like the purpose of his original coming to the Sword Sect.

He wants to learn the sword.

Then go back and use the sword to convince everything right and wrong.

So Zhang Xiaoyu listened to Chen Huaifeng's words, was silent for a long time, and said softly: "This is the Human Sword Sect." ”

The two stood silently on the riverbank for a long time.

After a long time, Chen Huaifeng looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, thinking about the young man who was pierced through the heart by a sword.

"What does Master mean?"

Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "Yes." ”

Chen Huaifeng turned his head, looked at the sparsely lit Nanyi City, and said slowly: "It seems that you really want to die in the view of mountains and rivers." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head and looked at the white clothes that were occasionally swept up by the wind, and the words on the robe were still clear.

After watching it silently for a long time, Zhang Xiaoyu didn't answer, just raised his head, looked at Chen Huaifeng with a smile and said, "Forget it, don't mention these things." ”

Chen Huaifeng naturally knew how heavy those stories were for Zhang Xiaoyu, so he nodded.

Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled with his sword on his back, looked at Nanyi City, and said, "Senior brother hasn't taken me through Nanyi City for a long time." ”

Chen Huaifeng laughed and said, "It seems to be." ”

Chen Huaifeng has been hiding in the Sword Sect for many years.

The two walked casually along the Nanyi River.

Zhang Xiaoyu was carrying a sword, and Chen Huaifeng was holding a sword.

The postures represented by the two are naturally different.

The two of them just walked, and did not talk about the past.

The lights in Nanyi City are sparse, which makes both of them a little regretful.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked in in a prosperous area, and when he left, the city should be full of lights.

Chen Huaifeng naturally doesn't have that, junior brother, you are waiting here, I will let the world give you the idea of making it lively.

That may be a teenager's business, Chen Huaifeng is already thirty-two years old.

It was also a time of tranquility.

"When will Senior Brother enter the Great Dao?"

Zhang Xiaoyu asked while looking at the shadows of the two.

"I don't know." Chen Huaifeng said a little melancholy. "Maybe it's tomorrow, maybe it's next year, what do you ask this for?"

Zhang Xiaoyu said with a smile: "Master has agreed to let Hu Lu be the sect master, maybe in the future, I will really rarely care about the affairs of the Sword Sect anymore, after I leave, the Sword Sect will always have someone who stands on the stage, can't I really go to those teachers and brothers who left Nanyi City earlier?" ”

Chen Huaifeng walked casually with the sword in his arms, and said: "It doesn't matter if there is a master or not, as long as the master is still in the world, as long as those senior brothers outside have not let the world know that they are dead, the Human Sword Sect will always be the Human Sword Sect." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu thought about it, and it seemed that this was indeed the case, but he still sighed and said, "It's a pity that in the future, I will no longer be a member of the Sword Sect." ”

Chen Huaifeng said calmly: "It doesn't matter if it's yes or no, the world will naturally remember." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu laughed softly and walked towards a certain place in front of him under the light.

"Actually, I've always had a doubt."

Chen Huaifeng looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "What doubts? ”

Zhang Xiaoyu said with a strange expression: "The old man who sells sugar and oil at the back door of the Sword Sect is not a member of the Sword Sect?" ”

It turned out that not only Nandao had such a conjecture, but also Zhang Xiaoyu, who was a disciple of the Sword Sect, had also thought so.

Chen Huaifeng said with a smile: "I don't know, maybe yes, maybe not, but this may be the means by which the Human Sword Sect keeps the world stable." ”

Maybe in the future, there will be an old man holding a wolfberry teacup and basking in the sun on the street corner.

Who knows?

The two of them walked very leisurely.

It's been a long time.

But it stopped on a long street in the south of the city.

There is nothing unusual about the long street, but there is a cloth workshop.

Zhang Xiaoyu also couldn't figure it out, the two of them had obviously been going north, why did they come back to the south of the city.

Chen Huaifeng held the sword, looked at the unlit cloth workshop, turned his head to look at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "You really don't have any ideas?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "Do you believe it? ”

Chen Huaifeng said with a smile: "Of course I don't believe it. ”

Not only Chen Huaifeng didn't believe it, but Li Qinghua didn't believe it either.

That's why I went to the rumor of Huangliang alone, waiting for Zhang Xiaoyu outside the Qinser Valley.

"Will you go then?"

Chen Huaifeng asked the second question.

Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a long time, and said softly: "I don't know, maybe I will go, maybe not, the whirlpool I am in is too big and turbulent, and I don't know if I can break free." ”

Chen Huaifeng didn't ask again, just patted Zhang Xiaoyu's shoulder, and said as if joking: "Actually, I really envy you, someone can wait for you like this." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu turned his head and looked at Chen Huaifeng strangely, and said, "Senior brother really wants to start a family?" ”

Chen Huaifeng said softly: "I am thirty-two years old. ”

If it is placed in another place, it is a very strange thing for a cultivator of the Nine Realms of a small path to not think about how to enter the Great Dao, but instead of thinking about starting a family.

But this is not another place, not Qingtian Dao, not the view of mountains and rivers.

This is the Human Sword Sect.

So Chen Huaifeng may really want to start a family.

"Senior brother, is there anyone you like?"

When Chen Huaifeng heard this, he suddenly remembered the girl who had just left the Sword Sect that day, walked by the Nanyi River, and saw the girl who had smiled at him.

"Ever?"

But in fact, Chen Huaifeng hadn't thought of that person for a long time.

And the girl's laughter that day may just be because behind Chen Huaifeng, there is another person surnamed Chen, who is selling teppanyaki tofu.

There are many stories in life that are only a glimpse of them.

"Nope." Chen Huaifeng continued with a smile.

"Okay." Zhang Xiaoyu shrugged his shoulders and walked through the long street very plainly.

After all, this long street is not called Qinghua Street.

Maybe someone did hold the blue and white token tightly and kept his promise.

But that person is in Huangliang.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked over calmly, and Chen Huaifeng didn't say anything.

So they really went north.

Until he walked to the vicinity of the sword sect's garden.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't mean to continue walking, just lowered his head and walked forward.

Just like Su Guang who walked on that street that day.

The lights were sparsely lit like many all-nighter mornings.

Chen Huaifeng stopped on the street and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu who was walking forward with his head down.

"Not going in?"

Zhang Xiaoyu shook his head and said, "Don't go in." ”

"Okay."

Chen Huaifeng only said this one word, stood in place and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu's back for a long time, and then turned around with his sword and turned into the alley of the Sword Sect Garden.

The old man who sold sugar and oil has gone back.

Maybe not.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked quietly until he crossed the entire long street and stopped in front of the closed gate in the night.

He had come from the north and stopped here to look at the city.

At that time, Nanyi City was warm and bright, and it was also peaceful.

Now there is only silence.

The lights are sparse, and there is wind and snow in the south.

Maybe it was the wind of the passing years that blew through Zhang Xiaoyu's ears.

He felt as if he had heard a lot of voices again.

But there is nothing.

So Zhang Xiaoyu turned around with his sword on his back, his white clothes fluttering, and the Taoist robe hidden below was also fluttering, calmly walking into the wind heading towards the north.