The mountains and rivers at the foot are broken, and there are streams and snowfall from time to time.

The moment Zhang Xiaoyu severed his finger, he began to retreat.

Chen Qingshan just calmly pointed forward, and how Zhang Xiaoyu retreated, he approached.

The mountain and river sword was pierced between those fingers, and it was Zhang Xiaoyu, and it was difficult to pull it back for a while.

"The view of mountains and rivers has never been an undercurrent, junior brother."

The two of them quickly shuttled between the mountains and rivers.

Zhang Xiaoyu resisted the sword and retreated, saying nothing.

Until there is no way back.

Then he was pointed out to the world and fell into the wind and snow and clear stream.

In the mountains and rivers, the two may have traveled a very long distance.

However, in this snowstorm of the East China Sea, there is nothing.

It's just a finger and a point.

"When you let me pull out your mountain and river sword, you lose." Chen Qingshan looked at Zhang Xiaoyu who fell into the snow stream, and said softly, "Senior brother, of course your talent is better than mine, but it's a pity that you have cultivated the Tao and practiced the sword - your mountains and rivers are not as good as mine." ”

Will Zhang Xiaoyu regret it?

Nobody knows.

When his sword suddenly deflected, when he let Chen Qingshan pull out the sword in his heart.

You may have guessed this scene.

But he did it anyway.

He fell into the stream, holding the mountain and river sword that already had two finger holes, trying to get up from the stream.

Just the moment he stood up, he was silent.

The snow stream in front of you is not a stream.

It's a painting in the midst of mountains and rivers.

Chen Qingshan stood in front of the painting, looking down at Zhang Xiaoyu, who stood silently in the stream, but never broke free, still stretched out a hand.

It's the other hand.

The hand that once pulled Zhang Xiaoyu's sword out of his heart.

There was a sword wound in the palm of his hand, so there was blood dripping from the wound.

The blood was moving along the palm lines towards the edge of the palm.

And then.

They would drip, cut through the wind and snow, and fall into the stream, shattering the picture of the fish struggling in the clear stream.

The fish died in the stream.

Maybe that's where they come from.

Chen Qingshan thought like this, stopped looking at that picture, and raised his head.

And so the wind came.

It's the sword wind.

The white ink sword bell sweeps the snow.

When Zhang Xiaoyu was pointed out from the mountains and rivers by Chen Qingshan and fell into the clear stream, the sword in the hand of the human sword sect senior brother at the foot of the mountain outside the stream was unsheathed.

Everyone sweeps the snow in front of the door, and does not care about the frost on the tiles of others.

Chen Qingshan is frost on the tile.

Zhang Xiaoyu is snow in front of the door.

So when Zhang Xiaoyu landed a sword on Chen Qingshan, Zhong Songxue just watched calmly.

And when Chen Qingshan pointed to Zhang Xiaoyu.

The White Ink Sword came through the snow.

Human Sword Sect Human Sword Sect.

When they are on earth, they are naturally gentle and reasonable.

When they are not on earth.

It's just the Sword Sect.

It's just a sword cultivator.

What is the reasoning of Jian Xiu?

Chen Qingshan looked at the sword that came through the wind and snow, but he smiled a little sarcastically.

The people of the Sword Sect have always only reasoned with the world.

This has been the practice for thousands of years.

The blood had reached the edge of the palm print.

So that sword came quickly.

Chen Qingshan's mountains and rivers shattered extremely quickly and simply between those swords.

But he didn't budge.

Even if that sword came from Zhong Sweeping, a person who couldn't win the battle, he didn't avoid it.

Like he said.

After killing people like Zhang Xiaoyu, the view will be quiet, and there will be no more chaos.

This is more important than anything else.

It's just that it doesn't seem like he needs to pay multiple costs for this matter.

Because above the earth.

Here comes another sword.

That sword was also black, but it was different from Zhong Sweeper's sword.

It's really black.

There was no dazzling light, just a silent black.

Silent black, old sword.

A sword fell diagonally, but it nailed the white ink sword into the snow.

The sword wind ceased.

Chen Qingshan raised his eyebrows.

In the green mountains and snow.

There was a black-robed sword cultivator who calmly came through the wind and snow.

Qingtian Daoist Uncle Qin Chulai, who had never existed, looked at Zhong Songxue, who was silent on the side, at this time, and said with some sarcasm: "It seems that it is not only their mountains and rivers that are chaotic, but also your Human Sword Sect. ”

Zhong Songxue didn't pay attention to Qin Chulai, but just stood up from the mountain stone with a solemn expression, looked at the black-robed sword cultivator in the distance, frowned, and said softly: "Senior brother? ”

There are many meanings in this sentence.

For example, could it be that you are a senior brother?

It can also be what the senior brother wants to do?

The black-robed sword cultivator didn't speak, calmly walked to the two swords, drew back his sword, put it into the sheath, and also picked up Zhong Sweeping's sword and threw it back down the mountain.

Then he turned around calmly and looked at Chen Qingshan who was standing by the stream with raised eyebrows, the black robe hid everything in the wind and snow, so whether it was Zhong Sweeper and the two who were facing away from him, or Chen Qingshan who was facing him, they couldn't see anything.

Only the old sword with a depressed sword had its name erased.

The sword cultivation of the Human Sword Sect.

This is the only answer available to all.

Even if it's the prime minister, I don't know who this person is.

The black-robed sword cultivator ignored Zhong Qingxue, just looked at Chen Qingshan quietly, and then said calmly, "Your blood is flowing too slowly. ”

So the drop of blood that had been on the edge of the palm for a long time finally broke through some of the lingering confinements and dripped down resolutely.

Chen Qingshan subconsciously stretched out his hand.

However, nothing was received.

Under the clear stream, Zhang Xiaoyu, who was trapped in the picture scroll of mountains and rivers, quietly watched the drop of blood dripping.

And then maybe there will be a crisp but subtle sound of entering the water in those snowstorms.

Finally the ripples opened, and everything shattered.

And yet nothing.

The drop of blood was picked up by a sword.

Then all kinds of magic shattered.

The world is just wind and snow.

The East China Sea is just wind and snow.

Everyone was looking at the sword in silence.

When did that sword appear on this stream?

So they looked up at the cliff.

The cliff was silent.

It's just that in the snow, a woman in a white dress walked calmly.

The black-robed sword cultivator calmly looked at Qiu Xi'er, who had left the Grinding Sword Cliff at some point, and said slowly: "It stands to reason that the Grinding Sword Cliff should not be in charge of the affairs of the world. ”

Qiu Xi'er said calmly: "That's just our will, not the rules of the world. ”

The black-robed sword cultivator was silent for a moment, then turned around and walked into the wind and snow.

In front of the Grinding Sword Cliff, there is no point in saying good words.

Whether it is good or not, it will not affect anything.

Chen Qingshan looked down at Zhang Xiaoyu, who had already stood up from the stream, this distance was very short, Chen Qingshan could kill Zhang Xiaoyu, or he could die under Zhang Xiaoyu's sword.

But neither of them made any more moves, just stared at each other in silence.

Then this disciple named Qingshanguan walked up the bank of the stream and headed north.

"It's snowing too much today, I'll kill you another day."

Chen Qingshan said, and also disappeared into the wind and snow.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at his senior brother quietly and said calmly, "Okay." ”

Qiu Xi'er's gaze fell on Zhong Sweeping Xue and Qin Chulai in the distance.

The two of them looked at each other, Zhong Songxue thought for a while, and said, "Do you have a yard at home?" ”

Qin Chulai nodded and said, "Yes, do you want to help me clear the snow?" My yard is quite big, so you can sleep directly when you are tired. ”

"Well, I'll help you clear the snow."

"Go together, go together."

The two turned and left.

There were many sword lights above the heads of the two of them, and they were those sword cultivators who had returned to the East China Sea Sword Sect.

So only Zhang Xiaoyu and Qiu Xi'er were left by the stream.

Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a while, and said, "Didn't Senior Sister say that your sword wouldn't fall to the world?" ”

Qiu Xi'er said calmly: "It's just that you guys are too noisy. ”

"I see."

Zhang Xiaoyu sighed, crawled out of the stream, shook the water and grass on his body by the stream, shook for a long time, felt that something was wrong, and looked back, Qiu Xi'er was still standing there.

Zhang Xiaoyu said strangely: "Senior sister still has something?" ”

The sword in the stream turned into a wooden hairpin and fell into the hands of the woman in the white dress.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Qiu Xi'er's hand with a strange expression.

Not a hairpin, of course, but there, with an envelope.

Today's senior sister is very eccentric.

Zhang Xiaoyu thought.

Then I saw that the envelope in Qiu Xi'er's hand had passed through the wind and snow and fell into his hand.

The envelope was white, pinned with a green bamboo leaf, and above the bamboo leaf was an incomparably cold and fierce sword intent.

"Send me a letter."

Qiu Xi'er turned around and walked towards the wind and snow.

Zhang Xiaoyu thought to himself, send a letter, send a letter, what do you turn around?

But such a thing naturally cannot be spoken.

So he just looked at the white dress that blended in with the wind and snow, and asked, "Where to send it?" ”

"Lingnan."

Zhang Xiaoyu fell silent.

Although he guessed that Qiu Xi'er suddenly appeared, there was probably something he needed to do.

But I never thought it would be such a thing.

On the one hand, I feel comforted, but on the other hand, I also feel a headache.

It's better not to save it.

Zhang Xiaoyu thought so, sighed, put the letter into his arms, and walked forward on the thicker and thicker snow.

Anyway, why didn't she just send it with the sword light?

Zhang Xiaoyu was a little incomprehensible.

There was a quiet place under the wind and snow mountain, and the traces of those fights were soon covered by the heavy snow.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked in the snow for a long time, and then suddenly stopped and looked back at the snowstorm.

In the wind and snow, Chen Qingshan did not go far, so he stood calmly in the snow and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu quietly.

Before they really leave the territory of the East China Sea, the two will naturally not fight again.

Maybe not after leaving.

One is the green mountains sinking into the river, and the other is the fish that are already diving in the river.

Naturally, it is necessary to hide it well.

Prepare for the sudden sword, or finger.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at it silently for a while, then turned around and continued to move forward.

Now that we already know it's like this.

Then, Senior Brother Qingshan, with the next sword, I won't avoid it anymore.

Zhang Xiaoyu thought so.

......

Xiao Er sat in the shop and quietly roasted the fire.

Business in the store is not very good today.

Maybe it's because of the snow, maybe it's because there's a sword on a high cliff outside the town.

In short, few people came to eat noodles, and Xiao Er had nothing to do, so he went to the town wine shop to buy a jar of wine - I don't know why, he always felt that this was very strange.

I bought a jar of wine, poured it into a blackened copper kettle, and ran to the back kitchen to order myself a bowl of noodles.

Maybe it was because Zhang Xiaoyu had been here for a while, the young man in white had already gone to the Sword Cliff with his sword on his back, and Xiao Er still subconsciously added more chili peppers.

As a result, the noodle soup was a little red, and it looked like it was dripping with blood.

Xiao Er sat in front of the stove, but sighed when he looked at his face.

He was indeed a little worried about Zhang Xiaoyu.

So while eating noodles, I thought that if Zhang Xiaoyu was scrapped, let him come to the store to be a junior - this well-known sword cultivator in the world has quick hands and feet, but sometimes he is a little lazy.

Xiao Er finished eating the noodles, but he didn't pour the wine, just put the bowl on the table, baked the fire by the window, and blew the cold wind in the snow outside the window.

That pot of wine was boiled for Zhang Xiaoyu.

It doesn't matter if he wins or loses, after the fight, he has to come down the cliff.

When it's so cold, a bowl of hot wine is the most comfortable.

Xiao Er thought like this, but he remembered the accounts that he had always felt were problematic before.

After Zhang Xiaoyu left yesterday, Xiao Er had nothing to do at night, so he counted it.

Damn, this kid is just cheating, where did he pay!

But fortunately, the bag of money that Zhang Xiaoyu left behind was also a lot of money rewarded by others, but it was able to deduct the money he ate and drank for nothing during this time.

After deducting it, well, Xiao Er calculated it, and it was just enough for a jar of wine.

That's why Xiao Er went to buy a jar of wine today.

The snow fell early, so Zhang Xiaoyu must have gone up the cliff a long time ago.

Xiao Er sat by the window and pondered.

Although I used to have nothing to do, in the biographies I read, I often said that masters fight, a dozen is three days and three nights, and some of them fight for decades.

Although Xiao Er has not embarked on the path of cultivation, he has also danced swords blindly before, not to mention, in the entire East China Sea, the most important thing is sword cultivation.

It was because he knew that Zhang Xiaoyu's request for a sword, even if it was late, would not be delayed until tomorrow.

When you are tired and exposed, you will naturally admit defeat and go down the mountain obediently.

If it's not already, drink a few bowls of wine and feel melancholy, and then leave.

If it is abolished, he will stay and be the second child in his small noodle restaurant.

Xiao Er thought very well.

It's a pity that I've been waiting for a long time, and there is no news in the town at all.

So Xiao Er brought a velvet hat and ran out to take a look.

In the small town of Donghai, you can naturally see the high cliff.

It's just that maybe they're too close, and they don't see as much as people from afar.

I could only see the bottom of the high cliff that stood in the snow and went up in the snow.

Xiao Er often looked at it like this in previous years, but he had forgotten what he was thinking at the time.

Xiao Er shrank his head and looked at the streets of the town with a sigh of anger.

The wind and snow were misty, and the high cliff looked like an incomparably huge ancient tree at this time. The people of the town sometimes think like this, maybe the Grinding Sword Cliff is really a tree?

Anyway, they hadn't seen anything in the town on the top of the cliff.

Maybe it's really a tree that blooms in winter, and when the flowers fall, it's like snow, fluttering out to the world.

And then the town is the tiny red flowers that bloom in small patches under the trees.

Of course, those who think this way are often children.

When they grew up and began to go out of town, and when they had climbed the hill far away, they would know that it was indeed a lonely cliff.

Of course, Xiao Er remembered these things at this time, not because he was a child, but those innocent and naïve but extremely tense imaginations that used to be suddenly appeared in his mind again.

Maybe it's because of the name Zhang Xiaoyu that has been chanting for a day.

It is often said that the fish goes up to the tree, the fish goes up to the tree.

So the subconscious association came.

How do fish get up trees?

Unless they were forced to do so.

Or it is hung on it like a salted fish.

It's a pity that Xiao Er looked at it for a long time, and he didn't see those cliffs surrounded by wind and snow, like floating a lot of light veil, and there was a white-clothed sword cultivator who was beaten very miserably.

This snow is really heavy.

Xiao Er looked at it for a while, then returned to the store, but when he lifted the curtain, he subconsciously picked up a snowflake, looked at it, and made sure that it was not the things he was thinking about - it was indeed snow and not flowers.

It's warm in the shop because the stove has been burning for a day.

The wine was already boiling and buzzing with the lid of the jug.

Xiao Er walked over and lifted the wine jug, and pinched his earlobes with his hands.

Just as he was about to drink a bowl by himself first, there was some commotion outside, as if those sword cultivators were spreading the news.

Xiao Er put down the bowl in his hand and listened quietly.

While listening and thinking, could it be that Zhang Xiaoyu won? Why else are they so noisy?

Unfortunately, what I heard was not, but a very puzzling message.

Zhang Xiaoyu seems to have clashed with the East China Sea Sword Sect.

The mountain is full of sword light and sword intent, as if the fight is fierce, maybe there are dead people.

Xiao Er frowned and sat by the window of the wine shop, a little incomprehensible.

And then after a while, the latest news came back.

It was said that Zhang Xiaoyu had killed all the East China Sea Sword Sect.

The more Xiao Er listened, the more confused he became, what the is this?

But soon someone came out to clarify that the East China Sea Sword Sect did not fight with Zhang Xiaoyu, and it was the people of Shanhe Guan who fought.

Because the man climbed to the top of the mountain under the heavy snow, he thought that he could stand high and see the movement on the cliff a little more clearly, but he never expected that Zhang Xiaoyu didn't know where to get out of here, and he fought with a person who watched the mountains and rivers by the wind and snow stream in the distance.

Xiao Er's brain was dazed for a while when he heard this.

News continued to come to the town.

What mountains and rivers were killed.

Either the people from Shanheguan were killed, and they came back to life and killed Zhang Xiaoyu.

It is said that the scene was out of control, and even those Great Dao Realm sword cultivators of the East China Sea Sword Sect ran away from it.

Then the people of the Human Sword Sect and the people of the Qingtian Dao also came to an end, and several people fought so that the sky was dark, and the Great Dao collapsed.

Then the message fell silent.

The people of the town are quietly waiting for the follow-up.

Xiao Er looked at the wine jug in front of him, and he was also waiting with some apprehension.

I don't know how long it took, but the person who was said to have hit the avenue in this situation, did not take a step back, and insisted on lying in the snow on the mountain to watch.

"What happened next? And who died? ”

People asked curiously.

The man looked a little excited, sighed and said, "Not dead, not dead, the people from the Sword Cliff came down and lifted the table, and they left." ”

The townspeople scratched their heads, blank.

Xiao Er was also scratching his head.

Then someone asked, "What about the little fish?" ”

This question is also what Xiao Er wants to know, so he listens very carefully to that side.

"Gone, it's all over, do you want to come back for a meal?"

Xiao Er retracted his head in the wine shop and sat there stunned.

Really gone?

Xiao Er looked at the wine jug in front of him in a daze.

Someone walked by outside the window, looked at Xiao Er in a daze, and said, "What are you doing Wang Xiao Er." ”

Xiao Er came back to his senses, looked at the man and smiled, and said, "It's nothing." ”

So the man stopped outside the window and started chatting with him.

"Anyway, you kid is hidden deeply, the cooked noodles are so delicious, or you will make the kitchen undefeated in the future."

Xiao Er didn't pay attention to it, but he was looking at the pot of wine in front of him, thinking about whether he had given more money for a jar of wine?

Maybe not.

A certain white-clothed sword cultivator has always been short of money, so he calculates it accurately.

It's just that there are some things that Xiao Er has forgotten.