When the news from the northern mountain reached the southern mountain, it was already the twenty-first day of the ninth month of the year 1003 in the Great Wind Calendar.

The mountains seemed to have withered and yellowed a little more in the twilight.

When Wu Dalong came back from going down the mountain to help people, he looked up and saw Lu Xiaoxiao washing the five little ones under the small white waterfall, so he leaned over and sat by the pool and hesitated for a long time, until Lu Xiaoxiao's clothes were no longer washed, so he stared at him, and then he started this matter with Lu Xiaoxiao.

"Senior Brother Zhang lost."

The opening sentence is a bit of a beginning.

But Lu Xiaoxiao still knew who he was talking about from Wu Dalong's somewhat heavy words, lowered his head and rubbed his clothes, and was silent for a long time before saying, "Senior Brother Zhang Xiaoyu? ”

Lu Xiaoxiao had a kind of knowingly asked, but Wu Dalong still repeated it.

"Senior Brother Zhang Xiaoyu."

"Who said that, how did he lose, who did he lose to, didn't he say that he had already left Nanyi City?"

"Listen to the people of the Wind Sword Sect." Wu Dalong scratched his head and said, "Anyway, when I came back, I passed by their listening creek and saw a lot of people surrounding it, and I also ran over to see if there was any movement recently." ”

Lu Xiaoxiao was not curious about this, Wu Dalong supported the Tianya Sword Sect alone, and often went there to inquire about some news in the world, so as to make some small money from it.

"What did they say?"

Wu Dalong thought for a while and said, "When I went, they were already halfway through the talk, so I only heard a little bit of ......"

The thirty-five-year-old man was still rambling, and Lu Xiaoxiao had already picked up a small stone and threw it over.

"Less nonsense."

So the old man honestly talked about the picture at that time-

There were a lot of people around the Akiyama stream, and they went down the line of the clear stream, some of them were sword cultivators with swords on their backs, and some were people from the nearby villages and towns under the mountains.

Wu Dalong walked along the old trees by the stream, whose leaves had turned bright yellow.

There was a small old wooden bridge in the stream, and a man was sitting cross-legged on it, talking about the news brought back by the sword cultivators of the Wind Sword Sect.

"Senior Brother Zhang sat alone with a sword in the mountain and river town for several months. Perhaps because he was afraid of the strength of this human sword cultivator, he didn't see anyone coming down the mountain for several months. ”

"So in the early morning of September 16, the senior brother dressed in white and won the snow, raised his sword and went straight to the mountain and river view, stood in front of the gate, held the sword and saluted three times, and then said loudly: 'The sword sect in the world, the sword cultivator Zhang Xiaoyu, came to the temple to ask, and asked all Taoist friends to give advice!' ”

"However, this world-famous view of mountains and rivers, the people who are full of views stand behind the gate, but no one dares to respond, Senior Brother Zhang knocks on the door three times, and still no one dares to respond, I can't help but feel a little annoyed."

"So the mountains and rivers behind him suddenly came out of the sheath, and a sword fell straight down like a galaxy, slashing open the gate, and after the dust settled, the white clothes stood under the autumn sun, sneered and looked at the group of people in the middle of the view, and said——"

"What do you mean by retreating and not retreating and not fighting?"

"At this time, the view was silent, and after a long time, there was a young Taoist, who was the first mountain and river view Li Shi of the door, sighed, and repeatedly raised his palms in the view to salute, and then met the battle with sorrow."

"After half a breath, he was slashed back by Senior Brother Zhang's sword."

"Senior Brother Zhang went away with a sense of happiness and said: 'The world is not prosperous, and it will not be prosperous for a long time'."

.......

Lu Xiaoxiao listened to Wu Dalong's description, looked at him suspiciously, and said, "Isn't this a win?" ”

Wu Dalong sighed and said: "Although I heard Feng Yin's predecessor say this, everyone here saw him sitting on the wooden bridge and burst into tears of grief. ”

Stories, of course, are stories.

So the sword cultivator with white hair on his sideburns sat cross-legged on the river bridge, flying among the yellow leaves of the stream, telling the story of the least youthful, but revealing the most sad emotions.

Of course Zhang Xiaoyu lost, and should have lost badly.

Otherwise, he would not even listen to the Wind Sword Sect, a place of sword cultivation that has always liked to listen to the news of the world and listen to the people of Lingnan, and would not even be willing to tell the real story.

The edge of the Qingtan under the small white waterfall was very silent, there was an autumn wind blowing, Lu Xiaoxiao raised his head and looked towards the north.

It's a pity that there are mountains to the north.

So nothing can be seen.

"Senior Brother Zhang lost to Daomen Li Shi....." Lu Xiaoxiao said softly, "So this means that the Sword Sect lost to Daomen?" ”

Wu Dalong smiled bitterly and said, "How do I know so much, maybe they do have this kind of thought?" After all, that's Senior Brother Zhang. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu's name, in Nanyi City, and in Lingnan Sword Sect, is naturally extremely famous.

This white-clothed young man from the north, as the only one who has learned the half-move causal sword of Cong Blade, is naturally a recognized senior brother in the entire Lingnan.

But the senior brother went to the north, and he lost to Li Shi of Shanheguan.

For the entire Lingnan Sword Sect, it was naturally a fact that was difficult to accept.

But Lingnan didn't first leave Zhang Xiaoyu's identity as a sword cultivator as Cheng Lu thought—maybe because Zhang Xiaoyu learned the sword in Nanyi City, or maybe because the Lingnan Sword Sect has never been proud.

So they'd rather make up a good story.

Lu Xiaoxiao lowered his head, rubbing his clothes a little uncomfortably, just like what Wu Dalong said, that was Senior Brother Zhang, it was Senior Brother Zhang of their Lingnan Sword Sect.

It's just that Lu Xiaoxiao soon thought of another question.

"Senior brother..... Do you want to tell him? ”

Wu Dalong shook his head in distress and said, "I don't know, mainly from you, the relationship between Senior Brother and Senior Brother Zhang seems to be very complicated, and I don't know if I should tell him the news - maybe he will be very happy, maybe he will be very sad?" ”

Lu Xiaoxiao was still hesitating, but the two of them suddenly heard a very calm voice coming from above the waterfall.

"I'm going to be sad."

When they heard this, they felt that something was wrong, and when they looked up, they saw a young man with two swords on his back and the black umbrella standing in the twilight on the edge of the cliff where the waterfall fell above, looking at the sky calmly.

Lu Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, thinking about the scene he saw in the snowstorm at the head of Nanyi City, and asked with some food: "Why?" ”

Nan Dao looked back at the sword behind him and said calmly, "Because I am also a sword cultivator." ”

The two of them were stunned for a moment, and then they realized that the sadness that Nandao said was something that had nothing to do with Zhang Xiaoyu.

It's only related to that sword cultivator's identity.

"But that doesn't mean that the Sword Sect lost to the Daomen." Nandao squatted down on the edge of the cliff, looking at the water of the cliff, and said, "Zhang Xiaoyu can't do it, and Mr. ”

Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong didn't know who the young man's husband was.

But from such statements, it is not difficult to guess who the South Island is trying to say.

Mojian Cliff, Autumn Creek.

A small Dao realm has already been the master of the sword intent, and the sword cultivation has gone thousands of miles.

But the world doesn't find it weird.

Because the sword of the sword cliff will of course always be faster than the world, and it will always be higher than the world.

It's just that such words are still ordinary things when they come here.

Lu Xiaoxiao always felt that there was still some unfinished taste in Nandao's words.

What else should there be?

Lu Xiaoxiao looked at the young man on the cliff expectantly.

"If you can't, sir." Minamijima stood up and looked further up the waterfall. "And me."

Lu Xiaoxiao's eyes were instantly full of brilliance, not twilight, richer and more dazzling than twilight.

The same is true of the teenager in her eyes.

When would he say such a thing?

Lu Xiaoxiao thought so.

Nanjima certainly says something like that all the time.

It's just that many times, it's always sad and sad, so those words are naturally drowned out.

Maybe it's because I'm a senior brother.

The two of them were thinking nonsense, and a voice came from above.

"Senior brother, have you finished reading it?"

It's the sound of joy.

Wu Dalong looked at Nandao curiously and asked, "Why is the junior brother here?" ”

In the past few days, Nandao has been testing swords with Le Chaotian in Luofeng Canyon, don't you say, this thing that Le Chaotian came up with is quite interesting, Wu Dalong and they also participated in it with five small ones, and there was a big scuffle.

plus the old man, there are five people on one side, across the river..... Across that line of canyon skylight, there were several five-on-five fair plays.

In fact, it's not too fair, after all, the old man is only bent on those swords that go and don't return, pure bastards.

However, it also made Nandao suffer a lot - the method of extreme line pressure and sword test that he was proud of, after being harassed by Lu Xiaoxiao and Lu Xiaoer on Le Chaotian's side in turn, he fell behind, and once formed a situation of being pressed and beaten by Le Chaotian.

Faced with this situation, Nandao could only look at the old man who was fishing on the side and shouting for his senior brother to cheer, with a helpless face.

What kind of pig nose friends are they!

Nandao looked down at the waterfall and said slowly: "I felt some problems when I heard my senior sister mention this waterfall before, but when I think about it today, I just take a look." ”

Lu Xiaoxiao then remembered that he had mentioned to Nandao once that he practiced swords under the waterfall, and he caught a cold when he went back.

"It seems to be just a little cold, do you think there is anything else wrong with the junior brother?" Lu Xiaoxiao looked at the young man above and asked.

Nan Dao shook his head and said, "I don't know, Senior Brother Le and I are still studying, I'll go to the top and take a look first." ”

Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong nodded.

It wasn't until the boy left in the mountains and forests that Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at each other, and looked at each other.

Hell, the South Island will just be here.

Lu Xiaoxiao lowered her head and continued to rub her clothes.

"Do you say that the junior brother is really sad or fake sad?"

"What do you care so much about?"

“......”

......

Nandao held an umbrella and walked in the twilight to the converging streams farther up.

Le Chaotian was standing by the stream and looking at the streams, the sword scabbard on his waist and the Hulu silk were hanging together, but the butterfly love flower was inserted in the stream.

Nan Dao walked over, Le Chaotian looked back at Nan Dao with a smile and said, "What are the senior brothers talking about?" ”

Nan Dao shook his head and said calmly: "I didn't say anything, I chatted a few words." ”

Le Chaotian looked at the stream that was gathered by many trickles, and said softly, "Actually, I heard a little. ”

Nandao was a little silent and said, "Then you still ask?" ”

Le Chaotian said with a smile: "Because I want to hear senior brother say it again, Zhang Xiaoyu can't do it, and sir, if sir, there is still me." ”

“......”

Le Chaotian just looked at Nandao with a smile.

The boy turned the matter over directly.

"What are you doing with your sword in this?"

Le Chaotian pulled out his sword and said, "I want to see if there are any fish in the water." ”

"Fish?" Nandao asked curiously, "What does this have to do with fish?" ”

"Of course there is." Although the young man, who always had a gourd silk hanging around his waist, his voice was gentle, but his expression was fluttering, holding the sword in his hand, and he said happily, "If there is any fish, you can take it back and roast it and eat it." ”

I'm just eating, eating, eating.

South Island: "......"

Le Chaotian looked at the sword in his hand and sighed lightly.

Nandao turned his head to look over.

I saw that the mottled butterfly love flower in Le Chaotian's hand was exuding a chill.

The autumn rain is certainly chilly.

Especially after another rain this morning.

But it won't make Le Chaotian's sword start to chill.

What's more, Lu Xiaoxiao downstream was still washing clothes, if it was really ice water, this senior sister would have asked Wu Dalong to wash it.

Le Chaotian looked at the chill but laughed, looked at Nandao and said, "Now I can learn from Senior Brother's fine snow." ”

Le Chaotian is quite obsessed with the sword and fine snow in the South Island.

Nandao didn't answer, pulled out the peach blossom sword from behind him, and tapped it lightly on the butterfly love flower.

There seemed to be some cracking sound.

The two of them looked at the underside of the sword together, and in the twilight there seemed to be a lot of dusty things falling.

It was a fine piece of ice that was shattered by the striking of two swords.

Le Chaotian didn't joke anymore at this time, looked at those things, and asked, "What is this?" ”

Nandao was silent for a moment, returned the peach blossom sword to its sheath, and walked along the clear stream.

"Sword intent."

Le Chaotian stood by the stream, quietly watching the back of the young man holding an umbrella and leaving, but he laughed and said, "Senior brother." ”

“？”

"That's good."

Nandao looked back at Le Chaotian, not knowing what he meant.

Le Chaotian looked up at the glow in the sky, smiled softly, and said: "The picture of Senior Brother Fang Cai turning around in a chic manner is very good, sword cultivation, naturally people are in front of it, and Senior Brother's sentence is full of questions, but it is also an understatement, 'Huh?' ’。 ”

Le Chaotian said as he returned the sword to the scabbard at his waist, clapping his hands and laughing: "This is even more wonderful." ”

Nandao sighed, ignored Le Chaotian, and continued to walk forward.

Le Chaotian smiled and followed.

"Where are we going?"

Nandao looked deeper into the mountains and said, "Go to the end of the stream." ”

Le Chaotian was probably still thinking about some strange things, but he didn't say anything more, just flicked the reed on his waist while walking forward with Nandao.

The stream of the Little White Waterfall and the stream on the side of the Tianya Sword Sect naturally did not flow together, they were going in different directions, and the two of them walked all the way up through the mountains and forests, as if they had walked a long way, and then walked out on the edge of another extremely unfamiliar cliff.

This side is extremely open, much higher than the Luofeng Canyon, looking towards the right side of the cliff, but you can see the gorge walls on both sides of the canyon, as well as the small cliff of the tomb with tombstones, continue to go down, you can also see the little green building of the Tianya Sword Sect and the little white sword sect There is a touch of red - that waterfall falls between the little white sword sect and the Tianya Sword Sect and the stream upward, but it goes to such an extremely high mountain!

Most of the mountains in Fengqiling are not very high, but some are also tall, with a look of nearly a thousand zhang.

This one may not be there.

However, some clouds can be vaguely seen.

Nandao stood on the edge of the cliff in shock, but at the same time silent.

The twilight of the world is everywhere, and the glow of the clouds is submerged into the sea of clouds.

Naturally, such a landscape does not make people silent.

What silences Nandao is that the clear stream that has followed all the way is still endless.

Or that there is no end.

Nandao thought it would be around the top of the mountain, but it slowly turned into a trickle until it was buried under some fallen leaves or rocks.

Or maybe there will be a clear spring that will send those streams out.

But no.

The clear stream that bubbled downward, went upstream, and made a big bend in the Fengqiling mountains, but after reaching this cliff, it continued to move forward and fell down on the edge of the cliff.

Then it was blown away by the evening breeze between the green hills.

Le Chaotian obviously also noticed this scene, and said with a strange expression: "A stream without a source? ”

Nandao whispered, "Maybe so. ”

Then, holding an umbrella, he squatted down by the cliff stream, pulled out the peach blossom sword from behind him, and stretched it out towards the stream that fell downward.

Those streams that were blown by the mountain evening breeze scattered into mist and fell to the world, but when they fell on the blue-black peach blossom sword, there was a faint sound of sword roaring.

Nandao seemed to understand something, stood up, looked back at the clear stream, and many sword intents in the divine sea rushed out, attached to the peach blossom sword, and then let go, letting it fall into the stream.

The moment the blade of the sword touched the stream.

The cliff is full of swords and winds.

The three swords were all in unison.

Le Chaotian took a few steps back, and the sound of the sword of the butterfly love flower fell down, and Nandao was still standing by the stream, letting the parrot island make a soft sound, just quietly looking at the peach blossom sword that was inserted straight in the stream.

The stream was like a drizzle, with countless tiny ripples and some jumping droplets, as if there were many tiny fish cooling off the water.

What fish are in such a stream?

Naturally, it is the fish of sword intent.

The sword intent of the river was full of streams, but when the peach blossom sword with the sword intent of the South Island fell into the stream, it was alarmed.

The sword wind on the cliff did not stop, and Le Chaotian, who had originally retreated a few steps, also raised his sleeves to block the wind when he saw the scenes around the Peach Blossom Sword, and walked towards the stream again.

As for the butterfly love flower.

If it likes to bark, it will call.

The two looked at those sword intents, glanced at each other, and were silent in a very tacit understanding.

Then they looked up at the sky together.

Under the twilight sky, there is a sea of clouds disturbed by the sword wind, and there is a high cliff with a clear stream.

"Could it really be that the water of the great river came from the sky?"

Le Chaotian pressed the sword on his waist and raised his eyebrows.

It's just a clear stream, though.

But if there is a clear stream, it may not be possible to have a big river.

Nandao didn't speak, just quietly pulled out the peach blossom sword in the stream.

The sword wind on the cliff stopped, and the clouds and mist that had been disturbed gathered again, still surrounding the cliff, as if to cover up some old past.

Le Chaotian didn't seem to pay attention to those things anymore, and walked towards the edge of the cliff, standing on the edge of the cliff with his waist crossed, looking at all the people under the mountain with a smile.

Just as the Youhuang Mountains and Xiaoqingshan are both mountains, but they have completely different scenery.

Both the spiritual and secular realms are human beings, but they are also different.

They can stand taller and go farther.

Then you can see even more magnificent scenery.