Of course, Zhang Xiaoyu didn't know what those East China Sea sword cultivators were thinking.

Just slept quietly and had a dream.

In the dream, he became a young boy who was eleven or twelve years old, catching butterflies on the ridges of the spring fields.

The butterfly was indigo, and the pattern on the thin wings was very beautiful, like a black very lazy eye.

At that time, the young man had not yet carried a sword, nor had he worn a Taoist robe, and he didn't even know what cultivation was, but he just stretched out his hand and ran after the butterfly in the gentle wind.

It's just that the light butterfly flies very fast, and the little boy is obviously already trying hard to catch up, but he is always a few meters away from him.

So I was so tired that I fell out of breath.

The little boy lay there a little discouraged, thinking, forget it, don't chase it.

But for some reason, the butterfly flew back and landed on the tip of the boy's mud-stained nose.

The little boy looked at the butterfly on the tip of his nose in a daze, but he seemed to remember something.

This was when I was twelve.

So then, there should be a breeze blowing, but it was not the wind in the field, but the wind that a young Taoist came to carry with him.

What will he say next?

Your talent is very good, follow me back to the meditation and practice.

The little boy raised his head suddenly, but there were no butterflies, no Taoists, and no gentle voices in front of him.

There is only a lot of fine snow, which is slowly drifting in the world.

There was a wind blowing, and it was the sea breeze.

Zhang Xiaoyu quietly looked at his own eyes reflected on the three-inch mountain and river sword in front of him, and the wind in the fine snow blew a wisp of bangs on his forehead, which was swaying there incessantly, like a fluttering dream.

So did that butterfly catch it yourself?

Zhang Xiaoyu has forgotten.

He cultivated the Dao for six years and learned the sword for seven years.

I don't remember a lot of things when I was a teenager.

The blade of the sword snapped softly and was returned to its sheath.

This white-clothed sword cultivator, who had not woken up in his dream, stood up on the first stone step of the Sword Cliff and looked up at the snow.

He stood silently for a long time, then let go of the sword in his hand, and let him fall, stuck in the stone steps.

This twenty-five-year-old young man in white, who should have entered the Great Dao earlier, but went to learn the sword again, raised his hand and saluted to the cliff, and then said softly: "The world ..... Zhang Xiaoyu, come and ask for a sword. ”

It's short, it's slight, it's awkward.

It's like there's a lot missing.

For example, sword cultivation, such as Taoism.

So such a simple sentence blew to the world and to the high cliff in the wind of fine snow.

This is the Mojian Cliff of the East China Sea on November 4, 1003 in the Great Wind Calendar.

When Zhang Xiaoyu let go of the sword in his hand and finished speaking, the words "mountains and rivers" on the corner of his robe were blown away by the wind.

The endless ancient sword intent on the 3,650 zhang sword ladder became active again, and the sword cliff that could not be entered by all kinds of wind and wind briefly opened the door to the world at this moment.

So the snow fell down the cliff.

So the little fish stepped on the sword ladder and left.

In the past, those sword intents that would only lazily respond when the world stepped on the stone steps were now in the gradually growing wind and snow, and they came towards the person who went up the cliff without reservation.

Grinding Sword Cliff invites the sword world, and naturally there will be many small swords in the world, and I want to go up to see it.

Maybe it's to see the sword.

Maybe it's to meet people.

But so far, only that Yun Zhusheng from the Shanhe Guanguan Sect has been there.

Even if you invite swords to the world, you will be able to step on this high cliff, cross that mountain gate, and truly enter the Ten Year Sword Sect.

People like this are generally not stupid.

So sometimes people in the world can't understand what Zhang Xiaoyu is going to do.

However, the young man in white didn't think about anything, just calmly crossed the sword intent at the bottom and walked towards the top of the sword ladder.

The sword intent under hundreds of zhang naturally couldn't let Zhang Xiaoyu stay, even here, there were many footprints left by sword cultivators elsewhere in the world.

Zhang Xiaoyu just calmly stepped on the snow that gradually covered the stone steps, and walked towards the top.

The sword intent was clear, but like the sound of the wind, it just swept away in my ears.

It wasn't until after reaching seven hundred zhang that those sword intents really became fierce, and when they rubbed Zhang Xiaoyu's face in the wind, they even began to leave some slight blood marks.

This is the white clothes that have become a teenager.

Zhang Xiaoyu quietly thought about the stories he had heard.

The young man who was called Baiyi, who was also dressed in white, may have gone down the cliff at this time, walked around the world with a wine gourd and a sword, and cried all the sword cultivation of the younger generation in the world.

The only one who didn't cry was called Chen Yunxi.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked down at his unclean white clothes.

That's white, too.

Maybe it's true that not everyone in the world is worthy of white clothes.

Zhang Xiaoyu felt that he was a good match.

So he only glanced at it, then raised his head and continued to walk towards the Wind and Snow Sword Ladder.

When it was 1,000 zhang, the mountain gate that had been silent for many years was revealed.

Those rocks should have been full of moss and green vines, but because of this fine snow entering the cliff, it was snow-white, just like the era when everything in the Sword Cliff was still public.

Zhang Xiaoyu stopped there, brushed away the fine snow that had only begun to accumulate, and then cleared the corpses of the green vines that had grown under the fine snow and had died for more than a thousand years.

So a stele was revealed.

There are some words on the stele, which are not a secret in the world.

That's just a few names.

For example, the first senior brother of Sword Cliff, the third senior brother Qinglian, and the fourth senior brother Diagonal Bridge.

There are also names that have worn out over the years.

So Zhang Xiaoyu's gaze continued to fall down with his fingers.

The sixth senior sister Qingzhu, the eighth senior brother demon.

There are also white clothes, wooden fish, and at the very end, a name that seems to have been deliberately erased.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't know who that name was, but he knew who erased it.

The last generation of Hangu Guan, Li Lacking.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at it calmly for a long time, and then rewound the vines back.

Buried history should naturally remain in history.

They may or may not be able to read anything from history.

It's just that after having a teenager's dream, he went to the top of the sword cliff in the face of this wind and snow.

There is no turning back.

The mutilated stone tablet buried by the green vine may be the dream of a teenager that this sword cliff once had.

Zhang Xiaoyu continued to go up, but he stopped again after walking dozens of steps in the sword intent.

High cliffs in the middle of the snow.

A woman in orange stood quietly on the sword steps, a waterfall of snow-colored long hair swaying slightly in the wind and snow.

Zhang Xiaoyu was very upright on the sword ladder, with thousands of sword intents, and bowed.

"I've seen the cliff master."

The sword intent in the world is out of the sword cliff.

Sword cultivation in the world, no matter who it is, needs to treat the people on the cliff with respect.

Qiushui just stood there, as if he just wanted to see what this white-clothed sword cultivator in the world was like.

But the Lord of the Sword Cliff would not have looked at the affairs of the world, let alone come to see such a sword cultivator.

So Zhang Xiaoyu lowered her head slightly, quietly waiting for Qiushui to say what she meant.

The wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier.

After looking at it for a long time, Qiu Shui finally said softly: "Before Senior Brother left Sword Cliff, he entrusted me with a matter. ”

"Cliff Master, please speak." Zhang Xiaoyu still maintained a sword salute posture, even though he did not have a sword in his hand.

Qiu said quietly: "He wants me to ask you, have you really thought about it?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu was not silent, did not hesitate, when Qiushui's question fell to the sword ladder under the wind and snow, Zhang Xiaoyu's answer had already crossed the wind and snow.

"Yes."

Qiushui looked at Zhang Xiaoyu quietly.

The cliffs seemed to have frozen.

"Okay."

Zhang Xiaoyu's originally calm mind was quite flustered when this good word fell to his ears.

The good word of sword cultivation is the only word in the world.

The good word of grinding the sword cliff is the only word in the sword cultivation.

Although Qiushui said it was good.

But Zhang Xiaoyu was still suffocated for a moment at that moment.

Like that word, if not good.

Then everything will not be allowed in general.

Qiushui had already finished asking Cong Blade's question, but he didn't leave, but still stood in the wind and snow, quietly looking at the young man, and then turned his head to look at the East China Sea.

"I'd like to tell you one more story."

The sound of autumn water is very gentle and quiet.

"More than a thousand years ago, I went to the East China Sea once for 490,000 miles to bring back my Qiushui Sword."

Qiushui looked at Zhang Xiaoyu quietly.

"Do you know what the world was like when I was there?"

When Zhang Xiaoyu heard this question, he looked up at the woman who had been sitting lonely on the cliff for more than a thousand years.

"What does it look like?"

Qiushui said softly: "It's not like that. The East China Sea is 490,000 miles, and the world cannot be seen. Perhaps under that scale, the world is thin as a piece of paper, and small as a speck of dust. So there was nothing to see, no wind, no noise, nothing, just the lonely and hoarse light of the distant sea. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu frowned, looked at Qiushui and asked, "What does the cliff master want to say?" ”

Qiu said quietly: "There are some places that are farther than the East China Sea 490,000 miles. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu fell silent suddenly.

Qiushui didn't say anything more, just turned around and dragged a waterfall of flowing snow towards the top of the cliff.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood on the stone steps for a long time.

This is a thousand zhang of the Grinding Sword Cliff, and it is also the mountain gate of the Sword Sect for ten years, down is the world, and up is the high cliff that carries too many stories.

So it's also a line.

Going forward and backwards are all allowed choices.

Zhang Xiaoyu quietly looked at the white-haired woman in orange clothes who had gone away.

The man who grinds the sword cliff stands too high.

Of course everything is known.

But they don't want to repeat the mistakes of the past.

So just watched.

It's like another young man in green clothes who didn't even bother to ask.

Zhang Xiaoyu glanced back behind him.

It doesn't seem to have gone very far.

But in fact, it's already a thousand zhang here.

If it is placed in Lingnan, it is already higher than most mountains.

So in fact, there is only wind and snow when you look back, and you can't see the world.

Zhang Xiaoyu turned his head and calmly continued to go up.

The world is paying attention to this sword on the high cliff of the East China Sea.

But in fact, of all the stories, this is the least important.

Zhang Xiaoyu thought calmly.

So I walked a thousand feet.

The sword intent after Qianzhang came from the diagonal bridge.

The first generation of sect masters from this human sword sect.

The higher you go, the stronger the sword intent naturally becomes, but the style is different.

The sword intent in white clothes was lazy, as if everything was cowardly. It seems that anyway, the world is just like this, so what is there to cultivate?

But in the laziness, there is also a boyish sharpness.

When people climb the cliff for the first time, it is often easy to immerse themselves in the lazy meaning, and then the sword suddenly comes, and the embarrassment rolls off the cliff.

Those sword cultivators who were beaten and cried back then may have thought like this - you are so lazy, why can't I beat you?

But the diagonal bridge is different, this in the Tsing Yi era, I felt that the way to grind the sword cliff was wrong, and left the sword cliff directly, and went to the world to establish the human sword sect, maybe in the eyes of the world, it is the same sword cultivation as the prodigal son.

But in fact, what remained on the sword cliff of this 'riding a horse and leaning on the bridge, full of red sleeves', was extremely pure anger and sharp sword intent.

If it was in the past, naturally there would not be so many surging and manic sword intents, but today is different.

Today's fine snow, it is advisable to climb the cliff and ask the sword.

As a result, the sword intent was far stronger than before.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't bring a sword, and probably didn't want to use a sword, so the hem of his white clothes was cut by sword intent, and the word mountains and rivers floated in front of him, turning into three inches of mountains and rivers in front of him, and went towards the top of the sword cliff.

This time he walked extremely slowly and for an extremely long time.

The sword intent that asks the sword to see is naturally completely different from the sword intent that the letter is to be seen.

When he stopped at the Sword Cliff at 2,600 zhang, he had already been forced out of the mountains and rivers.

Looking up, there were still a thousand zhang of sword cliff.

And that's the most insurmountable.

Because after three thousand zhang, those sword intents are the sword intents from Qinglian.

Many years ago, there was a saying in Sword Cliff.

It's called three thousand feet of white hair.

For the lifelong white head, trapped under the meaning.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked up at the top in silence, not knowing what he was thinking, maybe it was the young man in green clothes who handed him the wine by the stream, maybe he was thinking about the difference between the realm of the blue lotus in the world and the realm of the blue lotus of the sword cliff.

Then he turned and walked towards a path at the edge of the stone steps.

Snowy trails.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked quietly on this slightly downward sloped road.

The snow fell on the branches and leaves beside the road, revealing some green colors.

It's just that the green is soon covered by snow again.

The snow cliffs are vast.

So Zhang Xiaoyu stopped looking.

Keep going.

Until they stopped at a certain stream.

There is a woman in a white dress on the side of the stream with her back to Zhang Xiaoyu, sitting quietly on the stream stone in the snow, with her long hair spread out, holding the sword of the wooden hairpin in her hand, the sword body is across her knees, and there seems to be a soft sound with the murmuring of the stream in the snow.

Zhang Xiaoyu stopped at the edge of the green bamboo forest covered with snow-white heads, but for some reason, he laughed inexplicably.

Of course, the vision of the junior brother is excellent in the world.

The courage is also great in the world.

Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled softly.

Asking for a sword without carrying a sword is an extremely strange thing in itself, and standing in the bamboo forest by the stream and smiling from afar is also an extremely strange thing.

So the woman sitting in the cold snow by the stream said lightly, "What are you laughing at?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu is also very bold, so he said: "I laugh at my junior brother for being bold. ”

The wind and snow all over the river fell silent.

Qiu Xi'er was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "I thought you were really here to ask for the sword. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu sighed softly: "It's a pity that your sword has already been asked by your junior brother, otherwise I really want to ask." ”

If it were the past, Zhang Xiaoyu would say such a thing, nine times out of ten, he would be sent to the East China Sea by Jian Feng to be sober and sober.

But of course Qiu Xi'er knew the story under the cliff, so she didn't say anything, just sat there calmly.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked towards the stream, then crossed the woman in the white dress sitting on the stream rock, and walked towards the bottom of the stream, the edge of the green bamboo cliff.

"But I'm just on the road, and I do have a question I want to ask Senior Sister."

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the layer of snow that was swaying on those bamboo branches, and said softly: "Senior Sister's Cliff Master Realm is the Cliff Lord of the world, or the Cliff Master of the Sword Grinding Cliff. ”

This is indeed a question of the sword.

Qiu Xi'er said calmly: "I am the person of the Sword Grinding Cliff, of course I am the cliff master of the Sword Grinding Cliff. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu sighed softly and said, "It turns out that the world has always thought too low of my senior sister. ”

Of course, the sword of the Sword Sharpening Cliff will always be higher and faster than the world.

So one foot high and one foot high.

When I got to the very high place, I don't know how much higher.

"I lost." Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly and calmly, and sat down on the edge of the snow-covered green bamboo cliff.

So the sword asked.

"That's it?"

"That's it."

Zhang Xiaoyu sat on the edge of the cliff and said very sincerely.

When he was in Nanyi City, he told Nandao that those who really wanted to go up the cliff to ask for a sword were naturally stupid, and he Zhang Xiaoyu was not a fool.

Qiu Xi'er stood up with a sword on the edge of the cliff, turned her head and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu quietly.

"Looks like you're thinking something else."

Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a while, looked back at this cold and proud woman in the snow, and said softly: "Before I talk about those other thoughts, I want to ask Senior Sister a question. ”

Qiu Xi'er held the sword and looked at him quietly.

Zhang Xiaoyu said with great amazement: "Senior sister's sword, will it fall somewhere in the world in the future?" ”

Qiu Xi'er said calmly: "The sword of the Grinding Sword Cliff may never fall to the world. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu sighed softly and said, "That's a pity." ”

Qiu Xi'er seemed to understand some of Zhang Xiaoyu's thoughts.

"You're calling for help?"

Zhang Xiaoyu stood up again, faced with the wind and snow that covered many things, couldn't help smiling, and said: "Yes, I'm asking for help, but the world often can't understand it, thinking that I'm saying goodbye decisively, but I'm just asking for help. I had to sink. ”

When Zhang Xiaoyu said the back, he no longer smiled, but quietly looked at the world outside the cliff.

Then under his white clothes, which were constantly flying in the wind and snow, there was a sword light that burst out.

Mountains and rivers sword.

When the snow covers the cliffs.

What landed on the first stone step of the White-clothed Realm was just a scabbard.

"It's very high here, with high mountains and snow, and it's not visible to the world." Zhang Xiaoyu's voice was very calm.

"Yi Dengya asked the sword."

"It's better to go down the cliff and kill people."