Yamazuki Castle.

Zhang San stood in the alley and sighed, not knowing where the Taoist named Chen Qingshan had walked with his daughter Zhang Lizi, he saw a white-clothed sword cultivator stepping on the mossy steps of the spring day and walking up.

Then he walked all the way over, stopped in front of the ancient Huai courtyard, and 'looked' at the courtyard door for a long time.

Zhang San felt that he should be looking, although his eyes were blindfolded, maybe he was blind.

But Zhang San doesn't find it strange now.

Isn't Chen Zhenren also a short-sighted person?

After experiencing what happened last time, Zhang San became a lot more cautious, and waited quietly on the side for a long time before he said sincerely: "Does this senior brother also want to rent a house?" ”

The people of the Sword Sect have always liked to be called Senior Brother.

Naturally, it is much simpler than the names of those Taoists.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood there quietly for a moment, and then turned his head to look at the middle-aged man with great potential as a profiteer on the side.

"You can call me a real person, too. Zhang Zhenren. ”

Zhang San was stunned for a moment, naturally it wasn't because this was his own family, not to mention, he didn't have such a big face to call his own family with such an unusual-looking person, although his white clothes were a little dirty.

But a clean white garment is born.

And the white clothes with many stains are obviously walking in the world.

A white-clothed sword cultivator who can walk in the world is naturally more deterrent.

"Okay, Zhang Zhenren, do you want to rent a house too?"

Zhang Xiaoyu shook his head and said, "Don't rent, I'm poor." ”

Although he knocked out a large sum of money from Ye Hanzhong last time, Zhang Xiaoyu still habitually cried poor.

Zhang San didn't change his philistine face.

A rich man is a man of the world after all.

A Taoist who has no money is also a Taoist.

Although I don't know why this Taoist man carried an empty scabbard.

"It doesn't matter, you can also go in and have a look, if you have money in the future, if you want to rent, you can come and rent, this alley is famous in the city, especially now that winter has passed, standing here, seeing the mountains and the moon is safe, it is very good for cultivation."

Zhang San said very earnestly.

Zhang Xiaoyu said sincerely: "I probably can't afford to rent a house in my life. ”

Zhang San was stunned for a moment, thinking that even if you can't afford to rent, don't say that, if you say this, how can I answer?

But after all, it was Zhang San in the world, and he quickly reacted, and said with a smile: "Real people drink dew and eat Xia, and live in the moon and mountains, so naturally they don't need to live in any house in the world." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows and said, "But I like the world very much, what should I do?" ”

You're here to find fault, aren't you, are you renting or not?

Of course, this is just Zhang San's thoughts, if it was Zhang San before, he would naturally widen his eyes and say-what, if you want to prostitute for nothing, that's not good!

It's just that after getting some benefits from Chen Qingshan, Zhang San also became mature.

Still smiled and said: "Then I can borrow it for two days for a real person, it's almost fifteen, this year's mountain and moon are complete, it looks very good, and the real person can take a good look." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "It's really good, but I'm blind, what do I think of Shanyue?" ”

The wind in the world can tell Zhang Xiaoyu the outline of the world, but how can the moon in the sky be blown into Zhang Xiaoyu's mind by the wind?

Zhang San took a deep breath, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "So what does Zhang Zhenren want to do?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu said softly, "I want to ask you a question. ”

Zhang San seemed to realize something, and stood there with a frown.

Zhang Xiaoyu re-faced the direction of the courtyard.

"Chen Qingshan, have you ever lived here?"

Zhang San shook his head.

"Nope."

Zhang Xiaoyu laughed softly: "You are very loyal to him, but I said that you can also call me a real person, you didn't bother with that word." ”

Zhang San said in a deep voice: "There is not only one real person in the world. ”

"Of course, there is more than one real person in the world, but he is the only one who will be entangled in immortals, saints, and real people."

Zhang San frowned and looked at the white-clothed sword cultivator in front of him, and always felt that such a costume was very familiar.

Yes, it sounds familiar rather than eye-to-eye.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "Your junior brother Chen Zhenren, the mountains and rivers watch Zhang Xiaoyu. ”

Zhang San was stunned.

"You're Zhang Xiaoyu?"

"Could it be that you are Zhang Xiaoyu?"

Zhang San is naturally not Zhang Xiaoyu.

It's just that.

"Zhang Xiaoyu is not blind."

Zhang Xiaoyu said lightly: "If you weren't blind before, it doesn't mean that you are not blind now, the future is undecided, you and I may be blind." ”

“......”

Do you listen to this saying?

It's just that compared to Chen Qingshan, Zhang Xiaoyu's reputation in the south is naturally better, after all, he is one of the young three swords, he has never eaten pork, and he has heard pigs bark, if Zhang San has not even heard Zhang Xiaoyu's name, it is really a big sin.

Whether it is Zhang Xiaoyu who abandons the road to cultivate the sword, or Zhang Xiaoyu who comes to Zhang Xiaoyu with the sword in the red, he is naturally famous.

So Zhang San seemed a little restrained.

"Do you have something to do with him?"

Although Chen Zhenren has many enemies, it is impossible for the senior brother and younger brother to have any big grudges.

It's just unfortunate that the brothers and sisters are looking at the mountains and rivers, and the biggest enemies of the people in the view are often their own brothers and sisters.

So Zhang Xiaoyu said very sincerely: "I heard that he was injured a little, I want to ....."

Zhang San was very moved.

Look at it, what is a senior brother, he is blind, and he has not forgotten his senior brother's injury.

It's just that Zhang San couldn't be moved soon.

Because Zhang Xiaoyu said very sincerely: "I want to see if I can find a chance to kill him." ”

I'll fuck you, liar.

It's all liars.

Zhang San stood there dumbfounded.

"This ..... This..... He.... You ....."

Then Zhang San remembered.

It seems that Chen Qingshan's injury was caused to him by a junior brother from Guanli?

Zhang San didn't say anything for a long time, and finally sighed, cried with a sad face, and said, "I don't know, senior brother, don't embarrass me." ”

Compared with Zhang Xiaoyu, Chen Qingshan was naturally closer to Zhang Xiaoyu of the Southern Sword Sect.

What's more, I heard that when the battle in Nanyi City was at the beginning, this sword cultivator had been in the city for several days, and he had not been on the front line.

As a native of Huai'an, Zhang San naturally has a lot of admiration and gratitude.

Zhang Xiaoyu naturally knows that it is meaningless to be entangled with such a world.

But not everything in the human world is naturally meaningful.

Zhang San looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, who didn't say anything, and asked hesitantly, "Why did Senior Brother kill Chen Zhenren?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "There is no reason, I know you want to ask right or wrong, but there is no right or wrong in such a thing, and the right and wrong in the cultivation world are put into the human world, and there is no standard for judging." It's just going their own way, I'm going to kill him, he's going to kill me, and if you see him in the future, he'll definitely ask you about me. ”

Zhang San said sneeringly: "Then do I know or don't know?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows and said, "Asking such a question, do you really plan to help him?" ”

Zhang San sighed and said, "Everyone in the neighborhood knows that I have a daughter. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu understood.

"Although Senior Brother is not a good person, his cultivation is very good, you don't have to worry about this, it's really not good, I can also teach her."

Zhang San said softly: "But he is better looking than you." ”

“......”

Zhang Xiaoyu was silent, turned around and walked out of the alley.

A thousand words, but not a sentence that he is better looking than you.

Zhang San saw Zhang Xiaoyu leave, and finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

Turning to look at his yard, he thought about whether to take it out or not.

Zhang San always felt that since the one named Chen Qingshan lived in it, there were always all kinds of troubles to come.

Although there is a lack of a long-term stable source of income, it can also save a lot of trouble.

What if you meet a bad-tempered enemy, like the woman in red last time, you can't be chopped up?

Zhang San held his chin and walked towards the alley in thought.

......

Zhuxi is very busy and annoying.

First Chen Qingshan came, and then some strange people came to the city.

Although nothing major happened, it was naturally impossible for Zhuxi to ignore it.

finally waited until Chen Qingshan left.

There was another person from the Heavenly Prison on the other side of Fengqiling who died, and in the end, it was the people of the Human Sword Sect who did it, and the Heavenly Prison of Shanyue City had to swallow this dumb loss.

The Human Sword Sect is not the Lingnan Sword Sect.

Whatever it tells you, you have to listen to.

Even if it really doesn't make sense.

I finally got that thing done.

As a result, Zhang Xiaoyu came to the city again, and he didn't drink tea like his senior brother, nor did he drink wine and chew peanuts like his senior brother, so he crossed his arms and stood on the side of a fairly high street in the city, quietly 'watching' the world, not knowing what he wanted to do.

"Are you finished?"

Zhuxi looked at Zhang Xiaoyu helplessly.

During this time, many avenues came and went in the city.

The White Deer City next door thought that there were many such people in the world.

Zhang Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you mean the Sword Sect of the World, or the view of mountains and rivers?" ”

"Both."

Zhuxi said very unconfidently.

After all, Zhang Xiaoyu is a disciple who straddles the two major cultivation places.

If one is not good, it offends both parties.

Zhuxi was actually aggrieved, and when Chen Qingshan came at first, he didn't care about it until he .....

Until his grandmother's legs.

Zhuxi, the Taoist of the Ancient Daomen, was also a little bored.

If you really want to talk about it, whether it is the view of mountains and rivers, or the sword sect of the world, when Lin Ziguan was in the limelight, neither of them knew where they were.

It's just that the world has moved, and now it is naturally different from the past.

Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "I know you're annoying, but don't bother first, after I finish speaking, you will probably be grateful that I will wait for you here." ”

Zhuxi smelled something unusual.

Said in a deep voice: "What did you do? ”

Zhang Xiaoyu thought for a while and said, "Two hours ago, I was talking nonsense with a person named Zhang San for a while in the alley where Chen Qingshan lived, and I knew you were watching. ”

Zhuxi was naturally watching.

Shanyue City is a secluded city, a quiet place in the mountains, and naturally there is no one who can stand up, so many things actually have to trouble Zhuxi, the person of the Heavenly Hell.

"But after that, you probably found it boring, so you didn't keep watching."

Zhuxi was silent for a while, and said, "Yes, I went to the Heavenly Hell to deal with some things, what did you do in these two hours?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu laughed softly and said, "I wandered around the streets and alleys of the city, chatting with some old men and old ladies for a long time—you know, the best and fastest intelligence agency in the world is under certain trees with melon seed shells. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu restrained his smile and turned his head to face Zhuxi, his face blindfolded by white clothes was very cold.

The windows of his mind were blinded.

So the world often doesn't know what he's thinking.

"I told them a story."

"What?"

Zhuxi looked at Zhang Xiaoyu with a cold expression.

Zhang Xiaoyu said lightly: "The name of the story is called the Lingnan Bloody Case. ”

Zhuxi stood there with a pale face as if he had been struck by lightning.

And Zhang Xiaoyu is like a nobody, telling a certain story.

"The people of the Lame Deer Sword Sect were killed by me."

"Zhang Xiaoyu, are you crazy?!"

Zhuxi suddenly jumped like thunder, although he was only a Nine Realms cultivator, but at this moment, he didn't feel this huge gap, his eyes were fierce, and he just wanted to kill the white-clothed sword cultivator in front of him here.

"I'm not crazy. It's like what Uncle Shi said to me before he left the world. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu ignored the angry Zhuxi and the sermons that filled the long street, and stood there extremely calmly.

"Zhang Xiaoyu, everything is your own choice, that's it."

The streets are full of text falling towards Zhang Xiaoyu.

And this young man, who had already entered the Great Dao, and even at a speed unimaginable to the world, the five waves of the Dao Sea just raised a hand calmly.

The hand stretched out a finger.

A finger breaks through the street rhyme.

Zhuxi spat out a mouthful of blood and stepped back in embarrassment.

Maybe Zhuxi and Chen Qingshan were not wrong.

Compared with the people who view the mountains and rivers.

The people in their heavenly hell are more like cute little lovers in the world.

And this cute little lover just wants to kill this white-clothed sword cultivator in full anger at the moment.

It's just that obviously it's hard to do.

"Zhang Xiaoyu!"

Zhuxi raised his hand to wipe the blood on his lips, and read the name word by word as if he was about to grit his teeth.

"Qingtian Dao has already taken the blame for that story, do you know what will happen to the world if you spread this news?"

Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head and said softly and sadly, "Of course I know. ”

"I'm a member of the Human Sword Sect, and I know better than you."

"So when I went up the mountain with my sword, I knew that there was no way back."

"I'm going to punch you brute!"

Zhuxi pounced again.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't fight back, and let the punch full of Dao rhyme smash on his eyebrow bone.

Just like Ye Hanzhong's punch.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't move.

He is not one of the three swords, only Zhang Xiaoyu of the Seven Realms of the Path.

He is Zhang Xiaoyu, who has a fish in the world.

Zhuxi's punch broke his right hand there.

Zhang Xiaoyu calmly raised his hand, pressed the blood that had splashed on his face, and then wiped it away, slowly rubbing it between his fingers.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm bad, and sometimes I want to be a good person."

"So even if you don't go to see the story of those two hours, I'm willing to leave you a chance."

"Give the world a chance."

"Before the demon clan hears this story, cut off the wind in the city, and let everything I do become useless."

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Zhuxi, who had broken a hand in front of him and wanted to beat it with one hand.

"The fate of the world is in your hands, Zhuxi."

It was once in the hands of Zhang Xiaoyu.

And now, in the hands of Zhuxi.

Zhuxi looked at this sword cultivator who had become a blind man with great hatred.

It turned out that it was not Zhang Xiaoyu who was blind.

but the world.

Even if the Lingnan affair had only begun to spread to the world, when the rumors were shaking, no one thought that it would be done by Zhang Xiaoyu.

They just thought that someone was taking advantage of Zhang Xiaoyu's trip up the mountain to try to stir up relations between the two ethnic groups.

No one thought that the truth of the original story had always been something that they believed and ignored.

"Do you know how much the world paid to get to the world today?"

"I know, of course I do."

Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly, turning to face the mountain ridge where the full moon was gradually rising.

Although he couldn't see it, he knew that there was moonlight pouring down on the world.

"When it's full, it's pouring, but it's just one more time."

Zhang Xiaoyu turned around and walked towards the end of the long street.

"The world will not let you go."

Zhuxi gritted his teeth and said hatefully.

Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "If you are still rambling here, the world will probably really be difficult to protect itself." ”

Zhuxi flicked his sleeves and left.

He wants to return to the Heavenly Prison and the Shanyue City Office as soon as possible, mobilize everyone, seal the city, and investigate thoroughly.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked along the long street for a long time, and then turned around and looked at the full moon world silently.

On the eyeband made of torn white clothes, there was a peach blossom.

But that's not a peach blossom.

It's just that some blood from Zhu Han's body was splashed on it.

And then it looks like it's been smudged by something.

Zhang Xiaoyu watched silently for a long time, the world was noisy, and there was still an unfinished winter chill inside.

But nothing compares to the coldness in his heart.

Icy cold from one option to another.

Then the man with the empty scabbard on his back turned and left.

In the night, someone quietly watched the back of Zhang Xiaoyu leaving.

The man had been there for a long time.

From the time Zhang Xiaoyu stepped into Shanyue City, he was there, and it was still night in the world at that time.

Pedestrians are sometimes curious about what the person is looking at.

Just following his line of sight, there was nothing, just a long street in a hurry.

So I left again with a strange feeling.

If the curious pedestrian had waited until now, he would probably have understood.

He was waiting for someone who would have a deep sorrow and sin to leave here.

The man didn't say anything, didn't do anything, just walked away quietly in the moonlight like a streamer after Zhang Xiaoyu left.