When Zhang Xiaoyu passed by the stele of the town, he deliberately stopped to look at it for a long time.

Because I heard about this stele and thought about what kind of town it was, I could see what name it was here.

It's a pity that Zhang Xiaoyu didn't see anything.

It's just an empty stele, the blue-black stele is extremely smooth, and there are no words. Only on the side was a flask that looked like someone had broken it.

There was nothing in the pot, but Zhang Xiaoyu always felt that there was some strange sword intent lingering on it.

So I picked him up and looked at it.

Then a picture appeared in my mind.

A lazy man in white with a sword in his heart, carrying a jug of wine, frowning and drinking, walked out of the town, and judging by his face, the wine should be very unpleasant.

So he looked at the flask in his hand for a long time, and then put it on the stele.

Then someone came, curiously picked up the flask, and took a sip.

Then he was so angry that he smashed it next to it.

Zhang Xiaoyu held the broken wine jug and laughed softly there.

Master, Master, why don't you do anything?

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't know what Cong Jian thought about about the so-called destined people.

The drinker didn't think of it either.

Therefore, the sword intent on the wine jug that was stagnant because the inner veins of the body were sealed by the sword were not noticed.

Zhang Xiaoyu threw the broken wine jug aside again, and then walked towards the high cliff with the sword on his back.

until they stopped at the foot of the Sword Cliff.

If there is no such a sword sect on the cliff, if there is not so much insurmountable sword intent on the cliff.

It may just be a stunning cliff in the East China Sea.

Therefore, the first sword ladder under the cliff is also ordinary.

The sword intent above was almost faintly visible.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the stone steps that had sunk into the grass under the cliff, and sat down quietly with the sword on his back.

Any sword cultivator in the world who has entered the Dao can leave such a sword intent.

If Zhang Xiaoyu was still the young boy who had not yet entered the Dao, he might be amazed by such a sword intent.

But Zhang Xiaoyu is already twenty-five years old, so naturally he will not be so surprised.

But he still somehow began to think about something.

For example, he said in amazement, Li Qinghua, you see, it's all sword intent here.

Then the soft woman would sit down next to her with a smile, press her elbows against the hem of her skirt, look at herself with her face in her hands, and say, yes.

Then I'll teach you how to learn swords.

Zhang Xiaoyu's thoughts were very short-lived.

I thought I had said something like this, and I stopped.

Learning a sword is not a good thing.

So is monasticism.

The more you practice, the more troubles you have, and so you have a lot of suffering, and you get depressed all day long.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't want to see Li Qinghua become such a person.

So Zhang Xiaoyu was just there with his sword on his back and his cheeks, very bored waiting for the arrival of the snow.

Actually, it doesn't matter if there is snow or not.

Those gossips have spread to the world.

People probably won't understand why they suddenly have to run to the Grinding Sword Cliff again.

But Zhang Xiaoyu didn't have any ideas to say.

So when I sat in the wine shop in the town, I just drank wine and ate noodles every day.

Xiao Er actually asked many times, but Zhang Xiaoyu didn't tell him.

When Zhang Xiaoyu thought of this, he suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to know the name of the person who was called Xiao Er by himself every day, but was actually the shopkeeper.

Forget it, it's all wrong, and I've walked through.

Zhang Xiaoyu thought.

Life is full of you coming and going.

Zhang Xiaoyu's gaze stopped at the sword intent of the stone steps below him again.

This sword intent was left by Bai Yi.

I heard that he was destroyed by his own ancestor once in the middle, but what the latecomers saw was actually just something simulated from the sword.

But Zhang Xiaoyu didn't know whether it was true or not.

All the way up, to the position of a thousand zhang, these sword intents were all left behind when Bai Yi was idle back then.

It represents all the sword intent realms he has from the first day he has sword intent to the time when he is a sixteen-year-old boy.

But probably because such a subdivision is too cumbersome, the world doesn't care about it, but just calls the first realm of the sword intent realm Baiyi.

In the earliest days, if people wanted to know their sword intent realm, they needed to go up the cliff and go up step by step to confirm their sword intent realm.

The way of sword intent comes out of the sword cliff, and the realm of sword intent is naturally based on the sword cliff.

It's just that later, there were more people who knew their sword intent realm, and the people of the world were no longer too lazy to come to the East China Sea.

began to use his own standards to define those realms.

Once upon a time it was slow and sincere.

Whether it is a minor repair or a major repair in the world, they have diligently traversed thousands of mountains and rivers, walked here little by little, and climbed up step by step, so that they can know their own realm.

But then it was almost there.

So because he walked fast and his heart was anxious, the white clothes in the world were lower.

Qianzhang white, naturally it is not such a hurdle to cross.

Zhang Xiaoyu's gaze kept going up, and the stone steps of the sword ladder at the higher level had already disappeared into the clouds, and he could only see the grass and fallen leaves on the steps, and the footprints left by some people who sometimes came in a hurry and climbed the cliff.

The sword ladder has been climbed for thousands of years.

Which sword cultivator doesn't want to go up to the cliff to see, those high places, hidden scenery for thousands of years?

But there is actually nothing in the high place, I heard that there is only a turbid sword platform, and there are some scattered disciple residences among the cliffs.

Zhang Xiaoyu thought so, this is what Cong Jian said to him.

The sword ladder is very deserted, because Zhang Xiaoyu wants to go up the cliff to ask for a sword, people have not climbed the cliff for this time.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at it, and suddenly became a little tired, so he took out the mountain and river sword from behind him, stood on the ground with the scabbard, and then supported the hilt and began to sleep.

......

After Zhang Xiaoyu left, Xiao Er's shop suddenly had a lot of sword cultivation.

Those with swords on their backs packed the place, but no one wanted a bowl of noodles to eat, just staring at the little two who were roasting by the fire, looking at a loss.

"What did Zhang Xiaoyu tell you?"

Xiao Er thought to himself, what did Zhang Xiaoyu tell me?

I just thought about it for a long time, and found out that it was actually all nonsense.

The only useful sentence, of course, they already knew.

But in the face of so many sword cultivators, Xiao Er still thought hard for a long time and said, "He said that your clothes are too thin. ”

In this case, the sword cultivators naturally didn't believe it.

Even if Zhang Xiaoyu lost that battle in Shanhe Temple, these sword cultivators were no longer willing to admit his identity as a disciple of the Sword Sect.

But it's one thing not to recognize identity, it's another thing to recognize strength.

"How could a person like Zhang Xiaoyu say such meaningless words?"

A sword cultivator asked.

"But that's what he said." Xiao Er was very innocent, sitting in front of the stove and spreading his hands.

The room was silent, save for the cracking of coals in the stove.

So there was a sword cultivator who pulled out his sword with a bang, looked at Xiao Er and said, "If you don't say it, we will kill you." ”

Xiao Er thought aggrievedly, I really don't know what he said!

I don't know why, Xiao Er feels that he is very handy with this kind of grievance.

It's just that before Xiao Er could figure out how to make up a bizarre story to coax people away, there were suddenly many sword sounds outside the window.

The group of sword cultivators were startled, thinking that Zhang Xiaoyu was back again.

Just turned his head to see where there was a sword sound.

Just a money bag tumbling out of the corner of the windowsill.

It turned out to be Qian Ming!

The sword cultivators thought so, but before they could finish thinking about it, the tied money bag hit the tie when it fell to the ground.

So a lot of copper coins rolled out, and with a crisp sound like the sound of a sword, they rolled towards the crowd.

"Where did all this money come from?"

Someone asked suddenly.

Xiao Er probably understood something, and said softly: "It should be left by Zhang Xiaoyu." ”

The voice has not yet fallen.

The room full of sword cultivators has run clean.

They all appeared outside the liquor store, looking inside in horror.

And yet nothing happened.

The copper plates rolled under Xiao Er's feet, and he lay down on the stove again.

So Xiao Er bent down and picked them up one by one and stuffed them back into the money bag.

The sword cultivators outside the window were whispering.

"So nothing really happened?"

"Are you still in there?"

"Are you going?"

"It's so embarrassing that I'm not going."

"Then I'm not going either, it might snow tomorrow, and I'll have to go back and collect my clothes."

So the sword cultivators pretended to be fine, looked up at the sky, and scattered on the streets of the town.

Xiao Er sat by the fire in the wine shop, looking at the people leaving outside the window with a puzzled expression.

Zhang Xiaoyu is a very good person, why are these sword cultivators who are very arrogant on weekdays so afraid of him?

Could it be that they have done something wrong?

Xiao Erbai was puzzled, so he decided to go and make himself a bowl of steaming noodles to eat.

......

On a certain mountain outside the town, the upper realm sword cultivators of the major sword sects in the East China Sea were all surrounded by the edge of a stream and forest.

The Sword Sect of the East China Sea is different from the Lingnan Liuyun, because it has some good seedlings, so it can be regarded as a quite strong Sword Sect even in the world.

There are a lot of sword cultivators above the seven realms of the small path, and there are many sword cultivators in the Great Dao realm, all of whom have a lot of people, who are very good, with sword robes, sitting calmly by the stream, listening to the gurgling water, but there are a few points of the appearance of a master.

But this is not a born world.

So if Zhang Xiaoyu looked at this appearance, he would probably say, everyone knows what you look like, what kind of garlic do you pretend?

If this is the case in Lingnan, there is probably only one possibility - there is a world-famous chef cooking in the upper reaches of the stream.

Of course, this is the East China Sea.

Therefore, the Great Dao Sword cultivators were all sitting upright.

And those who have not entered the avenue are all whispering to each other.

or guess what Zhang Xiaoyu wants to do.

Or guess what the three people at the foot of the mountain in the distance are trying to do.

Of course, there are also people who don't plan to come, but they are dragged by their parents and sit there bored.

If it was before, they would definitely say that - take a good look at Zhang Xiaoyu, how to do it at a young age.

But this time what they said was, take a good look, don't be as famous as him at that time, and as a result, he squatted for several months, saying that if he lost, he would lose.

There is still some time until tomorrow, and after everyone has been guessing for a long time, they have not continued to guess, and they have started to talk about a lot of things.

"The people of the River Sect seem to have been haunting the East China Sea very frequently recently, and I don't know whose sword cultivator they are eyeing again."

"This is a good thing, it means that I am in the East China Sea."

When people heard this, they nodded their heads in agreement.

If it was a sword cultivator elsewhere in the world, knowing that the people of the River Sect had been wandering around, it would inevitably be a little panicked.

But for Donghai, although they also have some sorrows, they can see things from another angle.

Mountains and rivers view mountains and rivers, the mountain sect is the face, the river sect is the deterrent, and the view sect is the foundation.

In the years since the Shanhe Temple broke away from the Qingtian Dao and became independent, there have been many places for sword cultivation, strictly speaking, all the places of cultivation in the world have been targeted by them.

There are even some cultivation places that have disappeared into the hands of the River Sect.

However, there are also some theories circulating in the East China Sea.

Although the people of the River Sect are crazy, they really won't take care of the nameless.

"I don't know what they want to do, is it just to compete for the title of the leader of the Dao Sect?"

Although the mountains and rivers view is in the limelight, but among the Daomen, the Qingtian Dao after the split is still an extremely strong existence, especially the thousand-year-old Taoist Temple, which faces Huaidu, although it has been very quiet these years, but it is not a place to practice for old age.

When all the sword cultivators thought of this, they were all a little melancholy.

Naturally, there is nothing completely good in the world.

The appearance of the people of the River Sect had to make it rare for the East China Sea Sword Sect, who were a little disagreeable to each other on weekdays, to rise up together.

Everyone chatted for a long time, and then looked at the white-clothed sword sitting on the sword steps under the high cliff in the distance, holding the sword and sleeping.... Road.

"What if there is no snow tomorrow?"

"There is no snow, it's just him Zhang Xiaoyu who is embarrassed, what does it have to do with us."

"That's just as well."

It won't snow tomorrow, that's what fate is.

The sword cultivators of the East China Sea only cultivate swords, and do not study fate, so naturally they will not see this kind of mysterious and mysterious thing.

They just had a hunch.

So it won't snow tomorrow?

All the sword cultivators raised their heads and looked at the sky.

Then an old voice was heard.

It was the Great Dao Cultivation from a certain Sword Sect.

The East China Sea naturally has the cultivation of the Great Dao, but it is not so young the cultivation of the Great Dao.

Especially a twenty-five-year-old Dao Cliff Master Realm sword cultivator like Zhang Xiaoyu has only one in the past thousand years.

That was 700 years ago.

At that time, the pattern of sword cultivation in the world was undecided, and the voice of the sword cliff in the East China Sea in the world had not been forgotten too much, so there were always some fish that slipped through the net and stayed in the East China Sea.

"That phrase from the town..."

"It's the mountains and rivers watching the small fish." Someone took the words that the old sword cultivator didn't finish.

Naturally, they had thought about the meaning of this sentence before.

The old sword cultivator looked in the direction of the East China Sea and looked at the young man.

"So does he use a sword? If he didn't use his sword, where would his sword stay? ”

Everyone also thought of this, and their expressions were a little panicked.

Although Zhang Xiaoyu has not been in the avenue for a long time.

However, the roots of heaven and earth in the world are different, and the Dao Sea formed is naturally different.

What's more, his sword is the sword of the Human Sword Sect.

As we all know, the sword of the Human Sword Sect can be equal to the sword of half of the Sword Grinding Cliff.

Even after the Grinding Sword Cliff lost its voice for a while, it was rumored that the orthodoxy of the Sword Cliff was in Nanyi City.

So those East China Sea sword cultivators were silent, and looked at the white-clothed sword cultivator who was sleeping on the sword under the high cliff - the East China Sea sword cultivators recognized Zhang Xiaoyu's sword cultivation identity again.

Because he really has a sword, and that sword is in the East China Sea.

How dare they not admit it?

If it were us, what would we do when we wanted to draw a sword?

The sword cultivators thought so.

Sit cross-legged with your sword in front of you—so that you can look at your sword in its entirety for a long time.

Then he sharpened his sword with his mind, and sharpened his mind with his sword.

Especially when the opponent is the person on that sword cliff - although the sword cultivators of the East China Sea probably won't have the qualifications and courage to challenge the person on it in their lifetime.

But they still guessed.

How could there be a sword cultivator who slept on the sword before he took out the sword?

Unless he didn't plan to use his sword in the first place.

His sword will remain at the bottom of the cliff.

To stay at the foot of the cliff is to stay in the East China Sea.

The East China Sea Sword Cultivators suddenly frowned and grimaced.

You said that you are good, what are you going to slander Zhang Xiaoyu for?

Now that his man and sword are in the East China Sea, are you panicking or not?

The sword cultivators in the upper realm of the trail were all worried.

Those Great Dao Sword Cultivators are better.

Fortunately, although they entered the avenue late, they are not too old.

It's not too old, but it's still an extremely strong existence.

What's more, with so many people here, are you still afraid of him being a Zhang Xiaoyu.

Thinking like this, everyone closed their eyes again, pressed the sword to their knees, and began to think about how they would deal with that sword if it headed towards those East China Sea Sword Sects behind them.

So the gloomy day of the sky flowed quietly in the stream.

Zhang Xiaoyu has not yet begun to raise swords.

These sword cultivators in the East China Sea started first.

The stream forest was full of sword intent and sword wind, ready to deal with Zhang Xiaoyu's sword at any time.

It's just that it feels a little too close, and in the evening, those East China Sea sword cultivators moved a mile above the stream in unison.

So I changed the forest and continued to wait with some anxiety.

Zhang Xiaoyu alone, naturally it is impossible to be the opponent of the East China Sea Sword Sect.

The East China Sea Sword Sect naturally understands this truth, even if it is a view of mountains and rivers, it is extremely difficult to truly destroy the East China Sea Sword Sect.

This place that surrounds the entire Sword Cliff and slowly grows up for thousands of years, the sword cultivators can carry arrogance, and naturally they have reasons for arrogance.

But the East China Sea sword cultivators by the stream, looking at the white-clothed sword cultivator who was sleeping under the cliff, were still a little timid.

It is impossible to perish.

It is extremely simple to let some people die in the East China Sea.

So the twenty-five-year-old white-clothed sword cultivator Zhang Xiaoyu, who was sleeping quietly under the cliff, let those East China Sea sword cultivators retreat a mile neatly.

Perhaps it's because the East China Sea is far less united than Lingnan.

After all, no one wants that sword to fall on them first.