Chen Qingshan sat lazily on the stream rock, not far away, the red-clothed woman Qingjiao from the East China Sea who followed all the way was sitting there with sword intent.

Zhang Lizi, on the other hand, was holding an umbrella with some trepidation, and there was a fire in front of him, on which a rabbit was roasting.

Chen Qingshan naturally doesn't care if he eats or not, and the same goes for green peppers.

But Zhang Lizi is still just a world, even if Chen Qingshan has taught her the cultivation method of the view of mountains and rivers, for the world, this is not an overnight thing.

First of all, you need to find the sense of qi, then enter the body, and finally Zhou Tian.

It can be regarded as truly touching the threshold of cultivation.

Not everyone can be like the boy in Nanyi City, who opens the door to the mountain.

It's just that when Zhang Lizi was preparing something to eat for himself, he didn't forget to leave a little for Chen Qingshan.

As for the green pepper, this is obviously a sword cultivator who came to seek revenge, so naturally he won't eat their things.

But this is not the reason why Zhang Lizi is trembling and silent.

On the other side of this stream, there is an old Taoist. The old Taoist was quietly there in his robe, sitting across the stream from Chen Qingshan.

It looks like a picture of the mountain rain season, when the world is empty and the mountains and rivers are flowing through the rocks, two friends who forget the year sit opposite each other and fish.

It's just that Zhang Lizi knows very well that this is not the case.

This veteran appeared here to kill someone, or some people—Zhang Lizi didn't know if he would be included in it.

After all, this Chen Qingshan, who is an enemy all over the world at a glance, is his master.

Zhang Lizi held an umbrella and roasted the rabbit restlessly, thinking about whether the faint air currents he felt could help Chen Qingshan.

The old Taoist appeared too suddenly.

When Zhang Lizi was a little hungry, and Chen Qingshan caught this rabbit for her to roast and eat, the old Taoist quietly appeared on the other side of the stream.

Zhang Lizi could sense that at that moment, the young master of his family, who was a little short-sighted and couldn't see far without borrowing the Taoist rhyme, squinted his eyes.

It's killing intent.

Zhang Lizi can feel what kind of emotion this is.

And at that moment, she also noticed that the East China Sea Sword Cultivator, who was sitting in red in the spring rain not far away, seemed to have some faint movements.

It seems that after following all the way, I finally found some good opportunities, and I began to hold back the hatred in my heart, and I was about to move.

Although the old Taoist man didn't say anything, he didn't reveal anything.

But Zhang Lizi also understood something from Chen Qingshan's reaction and Qingjiao's reaction.

Zhang Lizi looked up with some anxiety and glanced at Chen Qingshan, who was sitting on the cyan stream stone on the side.

Chen Qingshan turned his head slightly and glanced at her.

"See what I'm doing? Look at your rabbit, I won't eat it when it's scorched. ”

After those momentary flashes of killing intent, Chen Qingshan became calm again, just like now, as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Lizi silently lowered her head, sat by the fire with an umbrella, picked up a branch and pulled the fire inside.

The spring rain is dripping, and the story by the stream is silent.

Chen Qingshan didn't know what Zhang Lizi was thinking.

But it doesn't matter if you know.

Because Zhang Lizi guessed something wrong.

The old Taoist on the other side of the river was not Chen Qingshan's enemy.

Songxue Guan is a small view in the world, and there have been no disciples with outstanding talents over the years, so Chen Qingshan naturally won't pay attention to them.

"If it's not ....."

In the long silence, Chen Qingshan's sudden opening made Zhang Lizi's already tense nerves seem to have suddenly broken a line, and his hand subconsciously shook and picked the rabbit into the fire.

Zhang Lizi's whole body began to tremble a little, and the little girl in Shanyue City was very panicked and pulled the rabbit out with an umbrella, and hurriedly put it back on the fire rack.

Chen Qingshan glanced at Zhang Lizi silently, and suddenly felt that it was a very wrong decision for him to accept such a disciple.

"Take it and wash it."

Chen Qingshan said succinctly.

"Oh, oh, yes, Master."

Zhang Lizi hurriedly carried the rabbit to Chen Qingshan's side again, stepped on the cyan stone ridge that had not gone to the water like the back of a herring fish, and squatted there to wash the rabbit stained with fire ashes.

Chen Qingshan seemed to have returned to his original appearance, and that kind of flat voice sounded from Zhang Lizi's back, with a slight tremor, towards his ears.

"If it weren't for being yin by my juniors and disciples several times."

Chen Qingshan's voice paused slightly, and his voice also deepened.

"You're dead now, senior."

It was about a little closer, Zhang Lizi raised his head while washing the rabbit, and finally saw the look on the face of the old Taoist on the other side of the spring rain and spring stream.

It was a silent and solemn look.

This eased the heavy mood in Zhang Lizi's heart a lot.

If it is an old Taoist who is dignified, then does his master have a great chance of winning?

Zhang Lizi thought to herself.

Qingjiao, who was not far away, also opened his eyes in the rain, carrying the nameless sword given by Wu Dalong behind him, and pressing his Qingtuan sword on his knees.

It seems that the eyebrows and eyes are calm, and the ancient well has no waves, but in fact, the sword intent around the body is circulating, and the sea of gods is crashing on the shore.

Ready to send that sword out at any time - if that old Daoist of the Dao Sect was going to do something to Chen Qingshan here.

Along the way, Qingjiao also realized that Chen Qingshan did have a lot of injuries at this time.

There was the sword wound that Zhang Xiaoyu sent into Chen Qingshan's heart with a sword intent on the Sword Grinding Cliff, Yun Zhusheng, who rushed to Huangliang thousands of miles away, inserted that plum branch into Chen Qingshan's chest and said the wound, and when he went down the cliff in autumn, he drove the sword of the Sword Saint and left the sword intent shock wound in the cultivation of all the Great Dao Divine Sea.

It's just that after so many injuries, this Taoist who walks all the way, as if he is looking at the scenery, is still extremely powerful.

So this is the ruler of the Mountain and River View River Sect?

The green pepper is sometimes very firm, and sometimes it will also feel deeply powerless.

It's just that it's not a fight.

It's revenge.

She doesn't need to be stronger than such a Taoist who she can't catch up with in her life.

All it takes is to kill him at every reasonable and appropriate time.

Now may be a great opportunity.

Qingjiao had never seen such an old Taoist, but she could realize from the almost stagnant aura by the stream that such a Taoist was obviously a sufficient threat to Chen Qingshan.

Chen Qingshan.

The cultivation of the six stacks in the world, although he has suffered many injuries, but such a mountain and river view, the former great disciple of the mountain sect, Li Shanhe's most devout follower, is naturally not to be underestimated.

Therefore, the Taoist man had a solemn expression, and sat there without any leakage of his breath.

may be speculating whether he can keep this injured Chen Qingshan in this green mountain forever.

Songxue Temple is actually very far from here.

The old Taoist is a person who shouldn't be here.

It's just that there is a piece of white plum in the world, which came from outside the gate from the north and fell on his robe.

The old Taoist is actually very puzzled in his heart.

Naturally, he is old enough, but not strong enough.

Even Ye Hanzhong didn't have the confidence to face Chen Qingshan, who was seriously injured, what did it mean to let himself come?

It's just a human thing, nothing more than death.

Chen Qingshan is naturally different from Chen Huaifeng.

Chen Huaifeng is just a senior brother.

And Chen Qingshan is a talented senior brother.

Therefore, when the old Taoist faced Chen Huaifeng, he was confident, but in the face of Chen Qingshan, he had no confidence.

It's just that he still came.

When Chen Qingshan appeared by the stream and caught a rabbit for his disciple to roast and eat.

The old Taoist had actually paid attention to Chen Qingshan's disciple for a long time.

It's just that no matter how you look at it, this disciple doesn't look like he has a good talent.

And it should still be a person in the world, so she was very scared in the face of the story in front of her.

Naturally, the old Taoist did not have the idea of doing anything to such a person.

He may have stepped on some river, but he wasn't a wicked man.

So after he glanced at him, he always stopped at the face of Chen Qingshan, who may be thirty years old, maybe not yet thirty years old, looking at him with calm and indifference.

The old Taoist didn't say anything.

So Zhang Lizi's rabbit was washed, and he returned to the stream and squatted down, and continued to roast on the fire.

In the spring rain of Qingshan, in such a confrontation, a rabbit that is roasting is undoubtedly extremely fragrant.

So Chen Qingshan probably swallowed his saliva.

Turning back, he looked at the rabbit roasting on the side.

"If the seniors don't do it yet. This rabbit is going to be cooked. ”

When this sentence fell, the rain in the mountains and mountains all stopped.

Qingjiao suddenly clenched the Qingtuan Sword in his hand.

Zhang Lizi's body subconsciously stiffened.

Chen Qingshan just smiled slightly, raised a hand, and the Dao rhyme spread, the Dao robe was fluttering, and the stream stone under him turned into a mountain stone.

Mountains and rivers emerge between green mountains and spring streams.

"Good."

......

Zhang Xiaoyu hid in the world.

Well hidden.

Because no one would have thought that in that southern town, although he was dressed in white, the person who played the cards very well was Zhang Xiaoyu.

What's more, this is a blind man.

The inherent impression of Zhang Xiaoyu in the world is still a long time ago.

The card skills are terrible, and the opponent must be in the red, and he is going to play in the red.

And the young man, though very down, had clean eyebrows and eyes, and was not a blind man with a white cloth wrapped around his eyes.

Although the world is in chaos.

But not all places will fall to the upsurge of the demon clan.

For example, this town, maybe there are no powerful demon clans around, maybe it's because this white-clothed sword cultivator came out of the demon clan's front with a sword that day.

In a word.

After a brief period of chaos, the town calmed down.

Some people have also been curious about the identity of this sword cultivator.

Zhang Xiaoyu was standing on the street at that time, wiping the blood on the sword, and said indifferently: "My junior brother is from the Lingnan Sword Sect, and my name is Beidao. ”

As soon as people heard about the Lingnan Sword Sect, they were in awe.

Even if such a sword sect is not in the cultivation world.

However, to the world, they are still regarded as sword cultivators high in the mountains.

What's more, Lingnan is very close to the world.

In this chaotic situation, the sword cultivators in Lingnan who were descending the mountain in all directions greatly stabilized the situation around Fengqi Ridge.

"Senior brother works hard."

Someone sincerely looked at the sword cultivator who was helping the building outside the town to turn the tide and thanked him.

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled slightly, and replied very sincerely: "You're welcome." ”

Then I asked them.

"Do you know how to play cards?"

After the nerves that had been tense for a long time finally relaxed, people also wanted to take a rest.

So he nodded very sincerely.

"Although it's not from Lingnan, but there are still some, how many laps does Senior Brother Beidao want to come?"

Zhang Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows and said, "That's nature." ”

So in this small town near the Hanging Snow City in the south, the white-clothed sword cultivator began to play cards quietly with the people in the town.

Of course, there is no safer place than on earth.

Especially at the human table.

People don't care who sits at the opposite table.

It is possible that after going home and scolding for a long time, only to find out that the person who won his money was his own son.

Zhang Xiaoyu is rarely generous.

A person who can always accurately point the opponent in the red is naturally unlikely to have bad card skills.

Seeing that the person at the opposite table was red-eyed and pounding the table fiercely, Zhang Xiaoyu just smiled and put the money he won into his pocket, and then sincerely comforted him.

"It's okay to lose for a while, it's always going to work."

It's okay to lose for the rest of your life.

I went to the River Styx, maybe the people there also love to play cards.

But what could be more shameful than a man at a poker table losing to a blind man?

That person lost his eyes, and he didn't care that the person in front of him might be a great sword cultivator, so he didn't listen to the persuasion of the bystanders, borrowed some money from others, and smashed the money bag on the corner of the table.

"Lao Tzu must win the money back from your kid today."

It's probably like I'm not trying to tell the world how great I am, but I'm going to win it back if I lose.

Zhang Xiaoyu can understand his mood very well.

Although this town is very well preserved in the turmoil of the world.

But the man's brother died in the story of protecting the town.

It's just that Zhang Xiaoyu didn't have a soft heart.

Instead, he mercilessly won all the money he borrowed.

So the man finally walked out in despair.

Zhang Xiaoyu did not play cards again.

Leave all the winnings at the table and walk out in that spring breeze.

The man who lost a lot of money in despair probably finally calmed down a little in the spring wind, and also saw Zhang Xiaoyu, who was dressed in white under the green eaves of the long street.

"Why didn't Senior Brother fight?"

The man probably couldn't understand that Zhang Xiaoyu, who had good luck, left the archway like this.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood on the street with an eyeband and an empty scabbard on his back, and said with a soft smile: "Life is more than just a game of cards in a card hall. ”

The man was silent for a while, walked over to Zhang Xiaoyu, and said very sincerely, "What do you mean, senior brother?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu stretched out his hand to the spring breeze of the town outside the eaves.

There is a vast heaven and earth vitality gathered in the wind.

The man looked stunned, not knowing what it meant.

Those Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi continued to fall into Zhang Xiaoyu's hands until they turned into a sword of sword intent condensed by pure sword intent and Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi.

After the sword was formed, it hung in front of Zhang Xiaoyu, and also in front of the man.

"You may not be able to win that money back from me."

Zhang Xiaoyu said with a slight smile.

The sword suddenly shot into the heavens and the earth, and then dragged the sword light, and in the man's shocked gaze, it swirled again, and crossed in front of the man.

"But it doesn't have to be impossible to win something back from the hands of the human world."

The man stood there stunned.

Stretched out his hand, as if he was worried that he would be hurt by the sword intent, he hesitated.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't say anything more, just turned around quietly and walked towards the outside of the town.

The sword was slowly dissipating as Zhang Xiaoyu walked away.

Finally, at a certain moment when the white clothes were about to disappear, the man raised his hand and grasped the sword of sword intent, so that those sword intent vitality no longer dissipated.

"What should I do?"

The man looked at Zhang Xiaoyu's back in a daze and said.

The white-clothed sword cultivator stopped at the end of the town, turned around, and stood in the spring breeze that might blow into the town, or maybe outside the town.

"Think about it, this is our world, and you know what to do."

In the midst of chaos, holding such a sword that is comparable to the sword cultivation of the upper realm, waving his arms, and responding to the response of the world, is obviously an extremely simple matter.

"In the spring breeze of the world, it should not be stained with the blood of the world."

The man stood there stunned.

Yes, even if the story in the town has subsided, there may not be any demons in the vicinity for a while.

It's just that.

It's just that this is the world of the world, so that our world, why should we let those demon clans that we have given us living space to let those spring breezes carry the smell of blood that can't be dissipated for a long time?

The man fell silent, and the sword of sword intent in his hand made his palms begin to bleed.

But he didn't care, and re-entered the card hall with his sword.

He wants to wake up those who are still immersed in the ephemeral win-lose situation.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked out of town.

Calmly feeling the spring breeze that should be gentle and beautiful, but with a lot of bloody smell.

It's just that the next moment, his expression became solemn.

It's as if there is something different in those spring breezes.

So he raised his head and looked at the green hills that were cascading in the south.

He could not see the color of the mountains, but he knew that the mountains were green, the water was green, and the blood was red and the flesh was pink and tender in the war behind the distant mountains.

Just as he knew that the sword that suddenly came in the spring breeze of the world was like snow.

Zhang Xiaoyu's white clothes were flying around his body, and a sword intent flowed around his body, and the whole person was about to turn into sword light and disappear.

It's just that kind of sword, so fast and dazzling.

When Zhang Xiaoyu saw it.

The sword passed through Zhang Xiaoyu's body.

Zhang Xiaoyu naturally doesn't know how to do ghost arts, but he just knows that he can't dodge such a sword.

So he just tried to make his body shift as much as possible.

The sword came and went.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood under the green hills outside the town, covering his heart and coughing for a long time.

The sword was missed.

Just like Zhang Xiaoyu's sword stabbing at Chen Qingshan.

It's all rubbing the heart through it.

Zhang Xiaoyu restrained the sword intent in his body, and a body of Dao Yun sword intent came out, annihilating those sword intent that was about to spread out and carry out secondary damage.

This white-clothed sword cultivator raised his head, his face may be sad or smiling.

In today's world, the only person who may know his whereabouts is Xie Chunxue.

Pity.

This senior sister of his doesn't know the causal sword.

Zhang Xiaoyu's figure quickly disappeared here.