Cheng Lu laughed when she heard this Zhang Xiaoyu's words, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu who turned her head to look out the window, and said, "Senior brother is curious about this?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu shrugged his shoulders and said, "Since you are here, then ask by the way." ”

Cheng Lu thought for a while and said, "Actually, I didn't say anything, it was just some trivial things." He didn't mention anything about his brother, so naturally I won't talk about it. But in the end I scared him. ”

"How did you scare him?"

"I said that if he didn't work hard to cultivate, if I wanted to leave one day, I would kill him."

Zhang Xiaoyu laughed, looked at Cheng Lu and asked, "Do you really have such an idea?" ”

Cheng Lu leaned back and stretched his waist, and said, "Indeed, after all, this is one of the swords used by the two first people in the Sword Grinding Cliff." ”

The two firsts of the Grinding Sword Cliff.

No. 1 in the world and No. 1 in kendo.

They belong to Tsing Yi and his seven disciples.

Two swords, one is called Decisive Departure, and the other has no name, but the world has given it a very vulgar name, called Tsing Yi Kaitian, this is a sword, but also a thing, and it is an indispensable part of history in the world, it lets the world know that people can sometimes be higher than the sky.

Cheng Lu thought about the two firsts, and said with a soft smile: "But I naturally won't do such a thing, it's not that I'm not greedy enough, but I know that Senior Brother You're still there, so I naturally don't dare to do such a thing." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Cheng Lu quietly, and then said slowly: "I found the world very strange. ”

"What's strange?"

"I like to put myself down."

"That's because I want my senior brother to praise me - Cheng Lu, Cheng Lu, you are not such a person, you are a noble and great person, I know better than anyone else."

Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't help laughing, and then finally stopped the calm and indifferent face he had before, and looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him with a sad face.

The sad face is naturally vivid compared to the word calm.

Cheng Lu also wanted to see a vivid Zhang Xiaoyu.

So after he told a joke to Nandao, he also told a joke to Zhang Xiaoyu.

Zhang Xiaoyu said with a sad face: "But I don't have the heart to praise you now, you are afraid that I will lose, and I am also afraid that I will lose." Hua Wubei's intervention made me have to take out that sword in advance and step into the realm of the Great Dao. ”

But as they say, it's a pity.

Many people in the world knew what Zhang Xiaoyu wanted to do, but no one said anything, didn't bother, just wanted to see how this person who used to dazzle in the Dao Sect turned those rays of light into tens of thousands of zhang in the Sword Sect.

But alas, fate is unpredictable.

So Zhang Xiaoyu entered the avenue in advance and returned to the north in advance.

"Are there any people in the town?"

Cheng Lu asked.

"No, according to you, they are also people of the world, and they will also be entangled in this win or loss." Zhang Xiaoyu looked up at the window, and occasionally someone from the town passed by, and he would subconsciously glance at this window.

But that's not the person in the view.

"The people in the temple are hiding in the mountains, and they will be very panicked." Zhang Xiaoyu said with a sigh. "You're thinking too much, but you're not thinking about the right place."

Cheng Lu raised her eyebrows, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "Senior brother's words seem to have a bit of a shouting flavor. ”

It's like someone jumping into a river in front of a crowd.

It's true that you want to die, and it's also true that you want to be persuaded to come down.

Zhang Xiaoyu laughed softly, looking at the bowl of noodles on the table, the noodles are naturally not the bowl of noodles in April, if it is left for too long, Zhang Xiaoyu will also ask for a bowl again, Zhang Xiaoyu looked at it like this, as if he was considering the wording, and after a long time, Zhang Xiaoyu said: "But my life is too far offshore, so that when I ask for help, it seems to be saying goodbye." ”

Cheng Lu opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out, so only the sound of the introductory game was left in the noodle restaurant - they had finished a game, were rubbing cards, and started the next game.

It's annoying.

Cheng Lu then stood up and walked to the people who were playing cards around, and was about to politely ask if he could be quiet.

Before the words could be spoken, he glanced at the middle-aged man at the table and walked back into the corner.

Zhang Xiaoyu seemed to have known that this would be the case, and just looked at Cheng Lu with a smile.

"Why don't you say that Uncle Qingtian Dao is here!"

Cheng Lu was a little angry.

Zhang Xiaoyu said indifferently: "There's nothing to say, if you look carefully, you can see more people in the town, some may be known to you, some may not be known, there are many sword sects in the world, in fact, there are many people." ”

"Of course I know that there are a lot of people coming, but I didn't expect them to actually play cards in it, isn't Qingtian Dao not playing cards?"

"He is a person of Qingtian Dao, so he naturally goes wherever he wants, and he can do whatever he wants, except for going to Qingtian."

“......”

At the earliest time of Qingtian Dao, it was originally named Qinghe from a certain Tsing Yi era, and later changed its name to Qingtian Daoren.

The words that fell on the robe were not blue sky, when the moon came.

But the avenue is like a blue sky, and I can't go out alone.

But in fact, there is no difference, these are all verses from a certain Qingyi disciple on the Grinding Sword Cliff.

Of course, that kind of story from many years ago actually has nothing to do with the current Qingtian Dao, and it will not be like a certain mountain and river Taoist named Yun Zhusheng who went to Mojian Cliff to find any feuds.

If everybody were to count it as a feud.

Then among the Daomen, there are few ancestors who have no enmity with the Grinding Sword Cliff.

The blood of the eight hundred gates flowed too much, if it wasn't for Li Que who went up the cliff at the beginning, maybe the white clothes were in a hurry, and he would have come down the cliff directly.

Qingtian Dao is like this, they don't talk about the past, and all history starts from the white wind and rain.

Some people who know a little bit of old history call them Yuannian fans.

The so-called first year is the year when Bai Fengyu was born in the nine hundred and third years of the Great Wind Calendar.

The people of Qingtian Dao didn't care.

There is no difference between a 100-year history and a 1,000-year history.

This Taoist temple, which was born side by side with Huaidu, naturally has their confidence.

So Cheng Lu was speechless.

Zhang Xiaoyu's words were actually a joke, but as a person who had just lost face, Cheng Lu naturally couldn't laugh.

I could only hum and chirp and say, "Xiao Er, serve the wine." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu kindly reminded: "This is a noodle restaurant, not a tavern." ”

“.....”

Cheng Lu was speechless for a long time, looking at Zhang Xiaoyu, who was sitting opposite him and gradually gaining some energy.

"Senior brother looks much happier."

Zhang Xiaoyu said with a smile: "After all, if you sit here and are watched like a monkey for a few months, you won't be happy." ”

"None of them spoke to their senior brother?"

Zhang Xiaoyu restrained his smile and said lightly: "They all want me to die, if it weren't for the fact that I have a master named Li Shanhe and a master named Cong Blade, maybe they would really do it." ”

Although Zhang Xiaoyu has entered the avenue, he is also quite famous.

But he was a young man after all.

Just because you can go far in the future doesn't mean you've gone far now.

Because the cultivation world has never deceived the young in the world, the world often only knows some people on the surface.

For example, the Qingtian Daoist uncle who sat in the noodle restaurant and played cards with the townspeople.

Most people also really don't know who he is.

"After all, no one wants to lose, so they have to let the person who will bring the winner or loser die." Zhang Xiaoyu said very calmly.

There has been no dispute between the Dao Sect and the Sword Sect for many years.

Just like the distinct cultivation belt that separates the world from the Liuyun Mountain Range to the East China Sea.

To the north the gate is prosperous, to the south the sword sect is dormant.

Well water does not interfere with river water.

Zhang Xiaoyu is both well water and river water.

Cheng Lu was silent for a while, and turned his head to look at the card table at the door.

"Where's the uncle?"

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't look over there, just smiled and said, "He's the one who won't let me leave." ”

Cheng Lu was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, and asked, "Why?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't answer, just thinking about a certain Tsing Yi Taoist who died in the Sword Sect.

A lot of things aren't going to be on the table.

They know a little, and they do something.

So Zhang Xiaoyu was trapped in this noodle restaurant.

Or go forward.

Either the Sword Sect and the Qingtian Dao tear their faces.

Zhang Xiaoyu wasn't curious about how they knew.

Since Bai Yuyu is the junior sister of the fortune operator, many things may not be able to be hidden.

There is no need to hide it from everyone.

It's like the South Island didn't die.

The upper echelons of the world are all well aware.

All the stories just need to be hidden from the world.

Let the river calm down, but also let the river underflow.

The world is the great river.

There is another way of speaking.

It's called the general trend.

After Cheng Lu came to the town, it wasn't until he saw this place that he understood why Zhang Xiaoyu had been sitting here in silence all the time.

"Where's Uncle Shanhe?" Cheng Lu thought for a long time, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and asked.

He didn't ask Cong Blade, he didn't want to see Cong Blade muddy the water when he saw anyone in the world, not to mention that Cong Blade didn't return to the human world after he went to the Sword Cliff, I heard that he might have gone to a place outside the human world to find Shenhe.

No matter what kind of story this is, Li Shanhe, as the master of mountains and rivers, is naturally difficult to stay out of the matter.

Zhang Xiaoyu listened to the name, and then said calmly: "He is not in the north. ”

Cheng Lu sighed and said, "No wonder it became like this." ”

"Even if Li Shanhe is here." Zhang Xiaoyu raised his head, looked at Cheng Lu and said, "This story won't change anything." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu did not use Master to call this Daomen overhaul this time, but called him by his first name, Li Shanhe.

Cheng Lu looked at Zhang Xiaoyu in a daze and asked, "What is the senior brother fighting for?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu raised his hand and pressed the sparse handle on the table, and pushed it back in front of Cheng Lu.

"The Way to Kill."

Cheng Lu looked at the two-foot broken sword in front of him, and said softly: "It turns out that the view of mountains and rivers still follows the old path of Qingtian Dao after all. ”

Perhaps from the beginning, when the view of mountains and rivers was divided into three sects, this ending was doomed.

"Yes or no, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if Dadao is born to him Li Shanhe or me Zhang Xiaoyu. Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly, "Only those who survive are qualified to tell the world that they should go that way." ”

Cheng Lu just smiled bitterly and said, "That's Li Shanhe!" ”

That, of course, is Li Shanhe.

As the disciples of Bai Fengyu back then, they were often covered by the old Taoist who set off the wind and rain in all directions.

But that doesn't mean they're bleak.

On the contrary, even in the entire history of the cultivation world, Li Shanhe and his brothers were extremely brilliant and radiant.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to stand up again after the old Qingtian Dao fell apart and share half of the world with the old men of the Sword Sect who had lived for thousands of years.

People in the world sometimes forget that in fact, in terms of the years of Cong Blade, whether it is Bai Fengyu or Li Shanhe, they are all extremely young, almost teenagers.

There is no demon cultivation in the Dao Gate, so it is naturally impossible for the Dao Gate to survive in the Dao Gate overhaul of Cong Blade's contemporaries.

Whether it is to incarnate a demon or derive a demon race, it is an idealistic thing.

It is very different from the materialist avenue.

So there's a very interesting debate in the world.

In the definition of the world, the demon race is the incarnate creature, and the human race is the multiplying spirit.

So the people born of the reproduction of the demon clan are demons or people?

Zhang Xiaoyu listened to Cheng Lu's exclamation, and for some reason thought of this question, and for some reason, he felt that the answer to this question should be human.

"Yes, but people have to die." Zhang Xiaoyu said very calmly.

Although such words sound like a teenager who speaks big words.

After all, the person playing cards at the door could keep him from leaving the town and heading south.

Cheng Lu sighed and said slowly: "After listening to Senior Brother's words, I have an inexplicable idea. ”

"What's the idea?"

"The Daomen is in full swing." Cheng Lu said slowly: "I haven't even thought about killing my master, but my senior brother has been thinking about it for many years. This is a very brave and imaginative thing to do – such a person will only appear before the curtain of an era is raised. ”

Cheng Lu smiled and put away the sword in front of him, tied it behind his back again, and said very sadly: "Many years ago, I felt that I was the person on the stage of this big drama in the world, my master is Chen Yunxi, Chen Yunxi who makes the world silent, I learned swords since I was a child, and I was well-known at a young age. But I'm not on stage. I am not brave enough to be wanton enough, not to sink enough to be painful enough, in human stories, people like me are often used as foils, or people standing in the audience. ”

Cheng Lu smiled and finished saying such a long sentence, and sat down again by leaning against the window.

Cheng Lu felt that there were two extremely important things in her life.

One is that in the Lingnan Sword Sect, because of the light enemy, a strand of long hair was cut off by a man named Ximen, and he began to comb it in the middle.

One is now, this conversation with Zhang Xiaoyu is not easy.

"I'm from the audience, senior brother."

Zhang Xiaoyu listened to Cheng Lu's words quietly, looking at the young sword cultivator in front of him, who was also well-known in the world.

The two of them were not very high.

But they are all the three swords in the world.

Zhang Xiaoyu's realm is not high, because he wants to play cards.

Cheng Lu's realm is not high, because he is a person with the core path of the Retro Flowing Sword Sect, and he does not need a very high realm.

Cheng Lu looked at Zhang Xiaoyu with a smile: "What is Senior Brother looking at?" ”

"Nothing." Zhang Xiaoyu shook his head, looked at the two swords behind Cheng Lu, and said softly, "Actually, the story is the same, but some people like to listen to it, and some people find it boring." ”

Cheng Lu thought silently for a long time, and then said softly: "Yes." But there are exceptions, such as people like our Master, whose stories are always watched, no matter what. ”

"So it's the same if you just walk forward in the story, or go to the end first and wait for the story to come." Zhang Xiaoyu seemed to have figured out a lot, and said with a slight smile, "The destination of the world is the River Styx, and the destination of the story is the end." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Cheng Lu, looked at a certain uncle of Qingtian Dao who was playing cards at the door, and also crossed the curtains that were rolled up by the autumn wind, and looked at the long street, which was full of locust beans, and seemed to be looking at more people.

"As for people outside the story, whether they can sleep after reading it or not, it doesn't really have much to do with us."

Zhang Xiaoyu said with a smile, untied the mountain and river sword behind him, slapped it on the table, looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him, which was already a little dry and a little lumpy, turned his head to look at the back kitchen of the noodle restaurant, and said loudly: "Little Er, serve the wine!" ”

"Senior brother, this is a noodle restaurant, not a tavern."

Cheng Lu returned Zhang Xiaoyu's words.

Zhang Xiaoyu just smiled and said, "Don't you know that the noodle restaurant also has wine?" ”

“......”

So an unknown Xiao Er came up with a pot of wine and put it in front of Zhang Xiaoyu.

"Mine?"

Cheng Lu asked with a blank eye.

Xiao Er glanced at him obliquely and said, "This is a noodle restaurant, not a tavern, you don't want noodles, you just want to serve wine?" ”

I see.

Cheng Lu finally knew why she wanted to drink and no one paid attention.

"Do you want to come to a bowl of noodles, buy a bowl of noodles to buy wine." Xiao Er asked.

"No need."

Cheng Lu waved his hand, then looked at the young man in white in front of him, took a sip of the wine first, then poured it into the noodles, picked up the chopsticks and stirred, then took a deep breath, lowered his head and picked the noodles with chopsticks and sent them to his mouth.

So the person with a sad face became Cheng Lu.

"Spirits with chili peppers, where did senior brother learn this way of eating?"

Zhang Xiaoyu was eating a big bite, and said three words vaguely that were inaudible.

But in terms of tone, it should be Nanyi City.

Cheng Lu couldn't bear to look at it.

Jian Xiu, who used to be dressed in white, ate very happily, and soon a large bowl of noodles was eaten.

All that remains is some red broth at the bottom and shriveled green onions.

Zhang Xiaoyu lifted the hem of the white coat and wiped the sweat on his face. So there were more sweat stains on the white clothes that were already stained with blood.

But unless Zhang Xiaoyu wants to be handsome, he won't pay attention to such things.

So he picked up the sword in his hand, didn't carry it, but held it in his hand, glanced at the card game at the door of the noodle restaurant, smiled, but jumped out directly with the open window on the side.

Cheng Lu sat in the window and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu who was holding a sword outside the window.

"Where is Senior Brother going?"

"Go up the mountain."

Cheng Lu was silent for a while, but asked suspiciously: "Then why don't you go through the door and go through the window?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu turned his back to Cheng Lu and walked towards the outside of the town, but he was laughing and said, "The person at the door is too annoying and doesn't want to pass from there." ”

Cheng Lu didn't smile or say anything, just quietly looked at Zhang Xiaoyu's back outside the window.

He knew the laughter wouldn't be long.

So the laughter soon slowly dissipated in the autumn wind.

Cheng Lu turned around and walked towards the outside of the noodle shop.

The ending of this story is actually not difficult to guess.

Zhang Xiaoyu naturally lost - when he sat in the noodle restaurant for months and didn't go up the mountain.

Then the rest of the story is interesting.

First of all, many Sword Sects would refuse to admit that Zhang Xiaoyu was once a disciple of the Human Sword Sect.

And then.....

And then what do you do with all that?

Cheng Lu left the town with his sword on his back, stepping on the fruits of the locust trees that made a dull noise and then died.