"I'm very poor."

Zhang Xiaoyu was still sitting on the roof of the high-rise building, the snow on his body had accumulated a lot, and the white clothes had become much cleaner again under the cover of snow.

A footstep stepped on the tall building, stepping on the snow on the ridge of the roof.

Zhang Xiaoyu tilted his head and listened for a moment, and then said such a sentence.

"So can you give me a little bit of the ten thousand in your arms?"

Ye Hanzhong didn't speak, but walked to Zhang Xiaoyu's vicinity with his sword, and sat down with one foot shrunk at the snow eaves on the slope under the ridge.

"Divide a little bit of you, and then what are you going to do?"

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled softly and made a code card action.

"After a while, I'm going to go back to Nanyi City, where there are too many old people, and I always have to play some cards, and if I play cards, I can't do it without money."

When Ye Hanzhong heard this, he rubbed the hilt of the sword in his hand, narrowed his eyes, and looked south.

"What are you doing back to Nanyi City?"

Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "Go and do some bad things." ”

Ye Hanzhong turned his head and quietly looked at this white-clothed sword cultivator who could no longer see the world, and looked at it for a long time before he said slowly.

"You can't even see in your eyes, what are you playing cards with?"

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and said: "If you have seven years, three hundred and sixty-five days a year, every day to go out to play cards for half a day, you will find that blindness will not have any effect, even if there is no hand, you can use your feet to touch the cards, is the word is a flower, you touch the card, it will be very clear." ”

Ye Hanzhong was silent for a while, took out a package from his arms, opened it, and several silver tickets were blown away by the wind, but he didn't care, took one from it and handed it to Zhang Xiaoyu.

It's just that when the white-clothed sword cultivator reached out to take the money, Ye Hanzhong frowned.

Because he obviously felt that when the wind and snow blew through the silver ticket where the two intersected, there was a very strong killing intent.

Ye Hanzhong let go of his hand, looked at the white-clothed sword cultivator sitting in the wind and snow on the roof, and said calmly: "It turns out that your causal sword was unsheathed for me?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu carefully put the money into his arms, and then said, "It's that you're thinking too much." ”

Ye Hanzhong's brows still did not loosen.

Zhang Xiaoyu put the money away, touched it again, and then continued: "But I am here, and I can indeed be said to be waiting for you." ”

"Why?"

"Willow March." Zhang Xiaoyu said softly, "You also know that the people of our mountain and river view are brothers, friends and brothers, so sometimes, we will cherish our friends outside the view." Although he died at the hands of my brother in the end, if it were me, I would have made that decision. And you are different, at that time he was not yet to the point where he had to die, and you went to Dazeli to find him. ”

Ye Hanzhong quietly looked at this white-clothed sword cultivator.

No.

It's a white-clothed Taoist.

A sword cultivator who does not have a sword will naturally have a great reduction in his natural strength.

But Zhang Xiaoyu is not only a sword cultivator, but also a Taoist.

"So sometimes, I have to be a little willful."

This may be the reason why Zhang Xiaoyu still struggles sometimes.

It's just that yes or no, Ye Hanzhong didn't care.

When the words fell, he grasped his sword.

The cold leaf bell starts from the high-rise buildings in the wind and snow, and falls in the mountains and rivers in the wind and snow.

The distance between the two was instantly stretched to an infinitely distant place by those images of mountains and rivers.

Daoists fighting the cultivation of sword intent, and people fighting witches and ghosts, all have to find ways to close the distance, because for both, the farther the distance, the greater the threat.

However, when the Daoist and the people of the Liuyun Sword Sect were fighting, they naturally had to find a way to distance themselves.

Even if thousands of Dao Wen enter the body, there is no guarantee that the body is like a rock, and such a close sword will not poke itself out of a hole.

is the distance between the two, and it is like a thousand miles away in an instant.

In the high-rise buildings of Huangliang wind and snow, the figures of the two disappeared in an instant.

Occasionally, a passer-by who walked on the street and saw the figure upstairs couldn't help but wonder if he was old and frail, and some were deaf and blind.

Probably not, because he was lucky enough to look down and pick up a piece of money on the ground.

So he put the money in his arms, and knelt down to the tall building in the palace with great guilt, trepidation, and reverence.

"Goddess bless, goddess merciful, I ..... The people shouldn't have made a lot of nonsense before... I'll go home and make some offerings to your old man..."

The passer-by kowtowed his head for a long time in the snow on the side of the road, then stood up and hurried home.

Just a quarter of an hour ago, this man was still talking to some drinking friends in the city wine shop, probably saying something very blasphemous.

Finally, before leaving, he laughed.

"If the goddess is really useful, why don't you bless me with a lot of money?"

So he made a windfall today.

......

The two little teenagers who followed the chilling cicada also made a fortune.

A silver ticket was blown in front of the two of them by the wind.

Han Cicada stood there holding two swords, looking at the little boy who was looking down to pick up money, and also looking up at a certain tall building in the wind and snow.

"How can someone throw money?"

The little boy next to him said suspiciously.

Han Cicada lowered his head, looked at the two of them and endured grief and said, "Because some people don't love money." ”

Of course, the cicada loves money.

So he knows exactly where the money is coming from.

So when he saw that the 10,000 yuan he had distributed was wasted like this, his mood probably didn't get better.

Because he was in a bad mood, he said something very babblingly.

"In the future, when you walk in the world, you must be careful of the kind of killer who does not love money."

The young man was probably confused.

"Why?"

"Because if a killer doesn't love money, he just likes to kill."

The little boys stood cowering in the snowstorm, a little tempted to lose the money in their hands, but they were reluctant.

In the end, after looking at the figure of the cicada beside him for a long time, he settled down and put the money away.

"That's a lot! I don't know how many servings of teppanyaki tofu I can buy. ”

The boys looked at the amount on the silver ticket and marveled at themselves.

The little thing that falls out of 10,000 is not a small amount.

The honorarium of the chilling cicada is notoriously high in the world.

Probably because he needed enough money to tempt him to use the sword.

For example, 20,000 runs, for example, 30,000 runs.

......

In the midst of the snowy mountains and rivers, Zhang Xiaoyu was still sitting, sitting on a snow-covered mountain somewhere, and at the other end of the distant mountains and rivers, Ye Hanzhong calmly rubbed the sword in his hand and stood there.

In the mountains and rivers, the bells do not stop.

"Is this both superior and life-or-death?"

Ye Hanzhong squinted at Zhang Xiaoyu in the distant mountains and rivers.

The distance between the two was extremely far, but such words reached Zhang Xiaoyu's ears very clearly.

Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "If you feel angry, you can do this. ”

Of course, Ye Hanzhong was not angry, but he just held his sword, didn't even take out the sheath, and began to walk calmly along the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

In the beginning, it was just a step-by-step, sincere walk through the snow.

Gradually, the sword wind began to linger on his side.

Then, the sword wind turned into sword light.

The Liuyun Sword Sect is slightly deficient in the way of sword intent, because if Zhang Xiaoyu has a sword in his hand, in this distance of thousands of miles, it will naturally be Zhang Xiaoyu who wins.

It's a pity that Zhang Xiaoyu doesn't have a sword in his hand now.

I probably won't use that technique to view mountains and rivers and learn mountains and rivers to close the distance.

So Ye Hanzhong walked very calmly and indifferently.

until it turned into sword light, rolling up and down the wind and snow on the rivers and mountains, and went to the other side of the mountains and rivers world.

The wind and snow bell did not stop, coming from the sound on the sword in Ye Hanzhong's hand.

In the wind and snow, the sky gradually became a little obscure, as if it was about to fall into the night, as if it was going to rain.

Ye Hanzhong's figure then disappeared into the world.

It's the time of the night rain.

Zhang Xiaoyu sat there without waves, maybe chanting something in his mouth, very briefly.

For example, come on.

For example, go.

The cumbersome Dao technique, under the threat of the Dao of Sword Intent, has been simplified to the point of extreme simplicity.

It's like the nine-character mantra of Hanyaguan back then.

The wind and snow on the white clothes rolled down, so the white clothes also rolled up, the Taoist robe under it was clean, the Taoist text flowed, the word mountains and rivers fell into the mountains and rivers, and the whole mountains and rivers began to change constantly.

Mountains are falling, and troughs are raised.

The water of the river fell from the top of the cliff that suddenly rose, and washed out the figure that had been submerged in the rainy night.

Ye Hanzhong's body was agile, stepping on the water of mountains and rivers, and going over the mountains.

The Sword Sect, with the retro flow kendo as the core, has a physical beauty that is naturally incomparable to the people of the sword intent Dao sect.

Ye Hanzhong, who came in a black robe and held a sword, crossed those sensational mountains and rivers like clouds and water, and all the changes of mountains and rivers were as if they had become the foreshadowing they should have, and everything happened to come with strength.

The distance of thousands of miles was rapidly approached in the blink of an eye.

until it comes within a hundred miles.

The people of the Liuyun Sword Sect are not good at the way of sword intent, but that doesn't mean that they don't cultivate sword intent.

Sharpen your sword before you kill, such a place knows better than anyone else.

It's a pity that today's sword hasn't been sharpened.

About Ye Hanzhong didn't expect that Zhang Xiaoyu would make such a decision.

The moment Ye Hanzhong, who was like a flowing cloud, stepped into the range of a hundred miles.

The wind in the world suddenly became urgent.

In the wind and snow, the night is falling, and there are fallen leaves that are falling rapidly on the world, and then those subtle bells from the sword are suddenly hurried and loud.

Just like the ancient temple of Hanshan, at night, it suddenly rang the bell that resounded throughout the world.

Ye Hanzhong's sword was unsheathed.

Then the sword disappeared into the mountains and rivers.

Half of the fallen leaves have fallen.

Ye Hanzhong's figure also disappeared there.

Zhang Xiaoyu calmly listened to all the rumors in the world.

Color is something that doesn't make sense.

Color is also something that interferes with the judgment of the world.

So he only listens to the wind.

So in the wind and snowman world where only lines are formed in the mind.

Ye Hanzhong's figure, and his sword, are actually extremely clear.

Both of them were reduced to extremely rapid lines, which were invisible to the world, because they were disturbed by the colors of the night rain.

Everything was sudden.

When that fallen leaf falls.

Zhang Xiaoyu's hand reached into his arms.

Everyone thought he had no sword.

Actually, he has.

This sword cultivator who once entered the Great Dao in the world for a day.

It is to enter the Tao in red.

Fallen leaves fell to the ground.

The bells are intimately close.

Ye Hanzhong's figure appeared in front of his sword, and when the sword was late, he grabbed the hilt of the sword, and then stabbed it with a sword as if it were natural.

It's just that this sword didn't pierce Zhang Xiaoyu's eyebrows.

This white-clothed sword cultivator's hand had already been taken out of his arms.

It was a red card.

At the same time, Zhang Xiaoyu read a word in a deep voice.

Column.

When I heard this muffled word.

Ye Hanzhong, who had been calm, finally changed his face a little.

Night Rain's sword has been stabbed, but the sword is gone.

This sword cultivator from the Liuyun Sword Sect slashed his sword, but only a bare clenched fist remained, and the punch smashed on Zhang Xiaoyu's brow.

The brow bone is naturally very hard.

The brow bones of Taoist people are particularly hard.

Zhang Xiaoyu took the punch expressionlessly, and then held the red middle in his hand, clenched it into a fist, and slammed it out with great pleasure.

Naturally, the people of the Dao Sect would not fight closely with the sword cultivation of the Liuyun Sword Sect.

If their sword is not in their hand, it is a different matter.

So the punch full of Taoist rhyme, even because the palm was wrapped in a red middle, was a fist where the sword intent flowed across the phalanges.

smashed directly on Ye Hanzhong's face.

Come and go.

How to come and how to go.

Ye Hanzhong was directly smashed back to the place where he came from by that punch.

With it, there was also the cold bell sword with the bell.

Zhang Xiaoyu finally stood up at this point, facing Ye Hanzhong, who fell outside the hundred miles of mountains and rivers, twisted his fists, and laughed softly.

"This punch is a relief."

Ye Hanzhong coughed a mouthful of water, held his sword and stood up, looking at the white-clothed sword cultivator with a solemn expression.

"How do you know the nine-character mantra?"

In this question, he was full of puzzlement and shock, and this sword cultivator, who was very tired in the world, finally lost some calmness.

Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "Everyone in the world knows that I can be a causal sword, since I know causal sword, then I can know the nine-character mantra, is there anything unusual?" ”

As the most proud sword of Cong Blade, the causal sword is a mixture of the methods of all the ways in the world, such as the sword intent sword, such as mastering time and space, such as tracing cause and effect.

Column words are an indispensable part of the sword of cause and effect.

The mountains and rivers dispersed in the snow.

Ye Hanzhong and Zhang Xiaoyu reappeared on the eaves of the high-rise building.

Ye Hanzhong still looked at this incomparably calm white-clothed sword cultivator for a long time.

It took a long time for Ye Hanzhong to wipe the blood from his lips, clasp the bones on his face hard, and break back the beaten face.

"It's worthy of the three swords in the world, Zhang Xiaoyu, I underestimate you."

This sword cultivator of the Liuyun Sword Sect turned around and left with his sword in his hand.

"That's nature."

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't have a smug look, just stood there calmly, and then stretched out a hand towards the sword cultivator.

"You still need to give me some money."

Ye Hanzhong turned around and looked at the young sword cultivator standing on the top of the building.

Zhang Xiaoyu said very sincerely: "Since you have lost, you must lose some money." And my hand was injured by mahjong. ”

Ye Hanzhong was silent for a long time, took the small bag from his arms again, unfolded it, took one and handed it to him, and then turned around and left.

"That's right."

Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly remembered something.

"You owe me a punch."

Ye Hanzhong stopped at the edge of the roof.

"What do you mean?"

"The things in the view are the things in the view. How about Chen Qingshan, it's not your turn to kill, you killed my senior brother, what should I do? ”

Ye Hanzhong was silent for a long time, and said calmly: "Okay." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu stood quietly on the eaves of a tall building.

In the wind, a wild goose flew into the wind and snow.

It should be black.

.......

Translucent.

Above the Yellow Mountains.

Today's demon land is extremely unpeaceful.

The demonic power was pervasive, there were shouts of killing everywhere, and those bright red blood, that is, the white snow on the black soil, were dyed with extremely vivid colors.

On this black and white land, there are finally some other colors.

But Ran calmly walked through the cliff roads dripping with demon blood and corpses, and walked towards the edge.

Beneath the cliff is still the cliff.

Countless demon clans are fighting below.

The Thirteen Towns of Demon Land, today, are officially divided.

Fei Gu stood on the cliff flat somewhere below, looking up and quietly looking at the old demon clan above who had been worshiped by them as the demon lord.

Fei Gu, who held the Nine Towns, once rushed to the top of the high cliff, and was stopped back by the demon clans of the other four towns.

The knife in his hand had already formed layers of blood scabs, like some red wax that was about to cool, piled up on the hilt.

But Ran's gaze didn't stay on Fei Gu, but kept moving, looking around between the cliffs that were sprinkled with blood and covered with broken limbs.

Fei Gu lowered his head, the long knife in his hand was full of demonic power, slashing the demonic power barrier of the demon clan who rushed forward with one sword, and splitting the person directly into two sections with another knife.

Then the blood-stained demon looked up at the man on the cliff again.

"Still don't you want to?"

In Feigu's words, he still called himself a word.

But Ran just stood there calmly.

He looked at the knife in Fei Gu's hand for a long time.

That's Hanyakan's thing.

After a long time, those demon clans of the Nine Towns rushed to the high cliff again.

The demon clan of the four towns had already died very little, and they pressed the cliff road all the way to retreat upward.

Until everyone saw the old demon lord standing quietly.

Maybe such a person can't afford to be such a demon lord in troubled times.

But the name of the demon lord was originally given by the demons.

But Ran never thought about what he wanted to be a demon lord.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that such drastic changes have occurred in the Thirteen Towns of Demon Land.

But Ran is very clear.

When he saw the knife from the Daomen.

The changes in the demon land come from the outside world.

He initially thought that Fei Gu was indeed an ambitious tyrant in troubled times.

Until I saw the knife.

Only then did he realize that he was just a poor person who was instigated like Nan Chuwu.

But he didn't say anything.

Passed past the remnants of the Four Towns Demon Clan, and stood at the end of the blood-colored black cliff road.

The people of the Nine Towns actually want something very simple.

Although they are outnumbered, they are missing something.

For example, from the will of a demon lord who has long been accustomed to the world.

But Ran stood among the crowds, calmly examining everyone, and then his eyes fell on Fei Gu.

Then he turned to look at the abyss beyond the cliff beside him, where everything fell.

"This morning, I was here looking at the world."

But Ran's voice was calm.

Fei Gu frowned.

"The world is indeed a wonderful place."

But Ran turned his head and looked at Fei Gu, who was covered in the blood of his own clan.

"To make such a place truly earth-shaking, it is meaningless to just have some so-called lonely bravery, not to mention, you Feigu doesn't even have this bit of courage."

"How did I not?"

"With some blood on your body, you have it?"

But Ran said with a shameful smile.

"When you instigated the Nine Towns of Demon Land, and your first reaction was not to kill me on a high cliff and replace me, but to try to force me to compromise with the blood of your kindred clan, I knew that you were far inferior to Kamigawa - you were not even as good as me, and I thought that one day, you would come with a knife and simply kill me, a dying old man with a false name. But you didn't think about it. ”

Fei Gu stood there in a daze.

But Ran calmed down and walked towards the edge of the cliff.

"So be it."

Then the old man calmly walked out of the cliff.

Like a piece of black dirt, it fell down the vast mountain.

Followed by those remnants, there were few remaining demon clans of the Four Towns.

They don't want to be enemies of the world, they just want to live in peace.

It's just that now that the demon land has changed hands, they haven't struggled anymore.

When Fei Gu came back to his senses, he began to want to see the person who fell from the cliff.

Suddenly I realized something.

Then his head flew up, and in the swirling line of sight, a figure walked up to him and picked up the knife.

Words can't kill though.

But sometimes you can't borrow a knife.

It's a pity that Fei Gu understood a little late.

So in the voice of someone who said in a deep voice, 'From today onwards, I am the demon lord', everything sank into darkness.