Lu Xiaoer went out early the next morning with a sword.

Passed through the town and appeared on the outer ramparts of the town where a battle had taken place yesterday, not small and not too large.

The young boy who went to see something like this for the first time tried to calm himself down.

So on the way there, Lu Xiaoer wanted to buy a bun to nibble on, but the town is now full of cultivators, so naturally no one makes buns to sell early in the morning.

Lu Xiaoer finally just picked a small yellow flower on the side of the road, held it in his hand, and climbed the barrier.

It wasn't quiet outside the ramparts.

The cultivators in the town are cleaning up last night's battlefield.

A piece of blood spread, all the way to the distant mountain forest, which is very shocking.

It's just that maybe because he had seen a lot of blood on his uncle last night, Lu Xiaoer was not particularly shocked.

Just extraordinarily silent.

Holding the flower, he sat on the barrier with his sword in his hand, and looked at the distance in silence.

There were many broken swords stuck in the corpses, some were sword cultivators, some were Taoists, and some were cultivators from unknown niche cultivation places.

For example, those who used the same sword as Simon.

People who use knives are naturally not a small minority.

As a single-edged weapon, the knife naturally has many advantages that a sword cannot have.

It's a pity that after the rise of the Sword Cliff that year, sword cultivation flourished, overshadowing all side cultivation, and sharing the world equally with the Daomen, which also led to many strange cultivations in the process of derivation of the Great Dao back then, and gradually disappeared into history.

Probably, it's not that side cultivation can't afford it, it's just that sword cultivation is more cost-effective.

After a hundred years of life, it is naturally much easier to take a road with a mature system than to explore many things by yourself.

Lu Xiaoer held his sword and sat there in silence, watching those corpses being taken away by the people in the town.

But he didn't bring it back to the town, but floated all the way to the bottom of the mountain not far away.

Lu Xiaoer looked in the direction of those who were cleaning up the battlefield, only to find that many graves had been dug there.

It's like a turnip pit.

A turnip, a pit.

It is then covered with earth and buried.

Lu Xiaoer was still looking over there in a daze, but suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder.

The young man suddenly grasped the sword in his arms and pulled it out.

After a crisp sound of gold and iron intersecting, the frightened little boy in the spring breeze calmed down.

Behind him was a man dressed in black robes.

Zhou Shan, the heavenly jailer of Shanyue City, who had been seen in the town at the beginning.

The latter is also a sword cultivator.

When Lu Xiaoer drew his sword, it had not yet been unsheathed, so Zhou Shan quickly raised the sword in his hand, intersected with Lu Xiaoer's Xiwu sword grid, and pressed it back into the sheath.

Lu Xiaoer calmed down, but Zhou Shan obviously didn't.

He raised his hand to catch the fallen little yellow flower, returned it to the little boy, and then looked at the sword in his hand strangely, the sword was in the sheath, and it still whispered.

And Lu Xiaoer's sword has calmed down.

The sword in the hand of a young man who saw the mountain realm was sharpened so well, tougher than his own sword?

Zhou Shan sat down beside Lu Xiaoer with some amazement.

"What's the name of your sword?"

Lu Xiaoer looked at the heavenly prison official beside him, but he didn't have the nervousness he had when he first saw him, perhaps because in front of a bleak and bloody story, those fears about the heavenly prison were also suppressed.

"Xiwu."

Zhou Shan exclaimed: "It is indeed a good name, and it is also a good sword." ”

Lu Xiaoer looked at the Heavenly Hell Sword Cultivator beside him, and he didn't know what to say for a while, so he just nodded, and then looked at the sword in Zhou Shan's hand.

"What about yours?"

Zhou Shan shook his head and said, "My sword has no name. ”

Most swords in the world don't have names.

Zhou Shan smiled again and said, "If I can enter the trail one day, I will probably give it a name, called Bear." ”

Lu Xiaoer looked at the sword in his arms, and also looked at the little yellow flower that Zhou Shan returned to him.

Didn't ask what to lose.

A person from heaven and hell can only live up to His Majesty.

Someone walked up with a sword from the battlefield below, handed a booklet in his hand to Zhou Shan, and then left in a hurry.

Lu Xiaoer looked at Zhou Shan, who was sitting quietly and flipping through what looked like a list, as if he had guessed what it was, and he was a little unsure.

"What's that?"

Zhou Shan chuckled softly.

Lu Xiaoer couldn't tell whether the smile was light or heavy.

"The Book of Life and Death."

Zhou Shan's voice was very soft.

"If one day you also die, not at the hands of the Heavenly Hell, but in this battle, your name will appear on it, and then when the war is over, we will send it to Lingnan, your master, if they want to bring your body back."

Zhou Shan raised his hand and pointed to the radish pits in the distance.

"They will trek through mountains and rivers, find a place for you to sleep there, cry and curse you, and then take you back to Lingnan in mourning."

Lu Xiaoer didn't know why, and the picture of Lu Xiaoxiao standing lonely in the distance with red eyes subconsciously appeared in his mind.

So under the influence of emotions, the little boy had only silently looked at the people buried in the earth, but now he had a lot of desolation and sadness that he felt the same.

Zhou Shan put away the roster, Heavenly Hell was naturally not the one who should do these things.

It's just that there is a responsibility in the free time.

In times of chaos, there are responsibilities in times of chaos.

This Heavenly Hell Sword Cultivator patted Lu Xiaoer's shoulder again.

"But you probably won't die here." Zhou Shan said very calmly.

Lu Xiaoer frowned and said, "Why?" ”

Zhou Shanpan sat aside, raised his head to face the spring breeze, and said softly: "It is a disgrace for a dynasty to let a twelve-year-old boy go to the battlefield. ”

Lu Xiaoer held the sword and looked at the little yellow flower in his hand in a daze.

"Actually, your senior brother shouldn't appear here, whether you are twelve or sixteen years old, don't deceive the young in the world, the young man is naturally the most precious reserve force in the world."

Zhou Shan said, smiled, and looked back at Lu Xiaoer.

"But your senior brother's realm is too high. Whose fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy has already stepped on the snow slope bridge? I sometimes wonder if you and your senior brother are really from the Lingnan Sword Sect, but from the Human Sword Sect. ”

Lu Xiaoer lowered his head and thought for a long time, and said softly: "That's my uncle." ”

Zhou Shan didn't know why Lu Xiaoer emphasized this kind of thing, so he smiled with a sigh: "Uncle Shi is also a teenager!" ”

The heavenly jailers who have stripped them of their duties are probably not as gloomy as the world thinks.

Gloomy sometimes, it's not a bitter outward manifestation.

Zhou Shan raised his hand as he spoke, pointed to the center of the battlefield, and said in amazement.

"It was here last night, your senior brother, oh uncle, one person, one umbrella and two swords, all the way to the mountains and forests. The cold light is floating, and it is really like a spring breeze overnight. ”

Thousands of trees and pear blossoms.

It's just that presumably the pear blossom is bloody.

Lu Xiaoer imagined those stories from last night.

"The demon clan also has sword cultivation, just in the rear, and there are also people who know demon arts, also in the rear, your uncle went directly to them last night. The power of one person almost divided this battlefield. The last sword nailed the big demon blowing in the mountains and forests. ”

Those who can be called big demons are naturally the existence of the small Dao realm.

Even Lu Xiaoer looked at the Heavenly Hell Sword Cultivator on the side with some astonishment.

The latter said with emotion: "Although I am also a sword cultivator of the Wenfeng Realm, I am only two realms lower than him. But I have to admit that he is much stronger than me, like a monster. ”

Lu Xiaoer thought to himself, otherwise, why do you think I want to emphasize that he is my senior uncle and not my senior brother?

The little boy naturally has a lot of admiration in his heart.

"He looked angry."

Zhou Shan said, a little puzzled.

"I don't know why he looks so angry."

Lu Xiaoer did not answer this question.

Do you want to tell the world that Zhang Xiaoyu, who provoked this war, is his senior brother?

Lu Xiaoer didn't know many things in the world, so he didn't know if such an identity would bring a lot of trouble to his uncle.

So he just sat there quietly, shook his head and said, "I don't know, it may be the reason why I was bullied by the people of the Human Sword Sect some time ago." ”

Lu Xiaoer said, looked at Zhou Shan and said sincerely: "Our relationship with the Human Sword Sect is probably not very good. ”

Zhou Shan looked at Lu Xiaoer strangely.

As we all know, the Lingnan Sword Sect has an alias, which is called the Sword Cultivation Group of the Sword Sect of the Huan Human World.

As a result, Lu Xiaoer said so sincerely that they had a conflict with the Human Sword Sect?

Lu Xiaoer is naturally not untargeted.

Although the little boy is only twelve years old, because he has always been relatively calm and quiet, many things naturally need to be seen more clearly.

Zhou Shan's words repeatedly mentioned the Human Sword Sect, it was also in the town at the beginning, and it is also now, and maybe soon, the people of the Human Sword Sect will come here, Lu Xiaoer naturally needs to mention a few words.

Lest this Heavenly Hell Sword Cultivator still ignorantly bring the people of the Human Sword Sect over at that time-Senior Brother, look, there are two good seedlings here.

As a result, the latter sneered directly, of course he was a good seedling, and the person who almost killed the junior brother of the Human Sword Sect in front of Nanyi City was naturally a good seedling.

It's better not to have this kind of story happening as much as possible.

Zhou Shan is naturally not a stupid person, Lu Xiaoer simply said that he has a bad relationship with the Human Sword Sect, and he naturally will not continue these topics, looking at the little boy strangely for a while, and then turning his head to look into the distance.

Lu Xiaoer also turned his head and looked over there.

The demonic power in the distance is still pervasive.

After the demon clan dies, when the demon power is dispersed, it will turn into something strange.

Just like the Lingnan Lame Deer Sword Sect at the beginning.

Listening to Feng Yin and Gu Shanhong climbed up the mountain, they found that there was only one cabbage that had been cut in half.

So the distance is also strange.

There is a stool with a broken leg, a table with a missing corner, a handful of loess sprinkled on the ground, and potatoes grown by someone's family.

It's like something that has been left out of the world by the world in a hasty escape.

Lu Xiaoer's first glance felt that the world was probably drunk.

will produce such a hallucinatory story.

Ah, what are you fighting with, a broken chair?

But back then, the eighth senior brother of the Sword Grinding Cliff, the demon ancestor of the world, was just a broken sword.

But this is what frightened the world the most.

The beasts of the mountains and forests turned into people, and they would not be so frightened.

Just think about it, in case one day you make tea, and the teapot in your hand suddenly becomes a person, while calling you a bastard, scalding me to death, scalding me to death, and then running away.

It's not a wonderful thing to think about.

Although such a thing did not happen in front of the world.

But it is precisely because of this that the matter of the demon clan is still an unsolved mystery.

After Lu Xiaoer's initial confusion, he also accepted such a fact.

There's no shame in fighting with a broken chair.

As a man of the world, losing to a broken chair is.

Therefore, even if it is the same stream, it is often only between the human race and the demon race.

But in the festival of Nanyi City, there was still a 10,000-word message.

Animism.

It's All Souls' Day.

Lu Xiaoer sat there for a long time, and the battlefield outside the town had been almost cleaned, after all, this was not the battle in Nanyi City at the beginning.

Nearly a million people died outside the city of Nanyi.

It took a long time to clean up the battlefield later.

It's just that the people digging the turnip pit outside the town in the distance continue.

Digging all the way up from the foot of the mountain, there were hollow pits everywhere, and no one had fallen asleep in them.

Zhou Shan, who was beside him, stood up, took the last roster from the person who came again, and then patted the little boy on the shoulder.

"Go back to town. Perhaps a second wave of war will come soon. ”

The demon clan has always maintained the habit of going south.

It's like following a story from thousands of years ago.

Probably also related to the reason why those emperors in the north were particularly powerful.

From the very beginning, the Huai'an Ghost Emperor, who was friendly with Nanyi and the initial riser of the Grimace Flower Rebellion, to the Huai Emperor who later destroyed half of the world by himself and went straight to the River Styx, as well as the current Demon Emperor Shenhe.

Even the original secular emperor Li Asan beat the demon clan to the point of embarrassment.

So when he was undecided, he went south.

Yunjue Town, which is located in a small mountain town on the edge of Bailu, has become such a pass.

Here, there will probably be many people buried in it.

Lu Xiaoer glanced back at the graves, didn't say anything, and in the spring breeze that was not fresh, he turned around and walked down the barrier.

.......

Nandao was quietly washing the peach blossom sword in the courtyard.

This sword, which was extremely bulky at the beginning, and was complained by Zhang Xiaoyu that was thicker than the back of a kitchen knife, has changed its appearance.

The blue-black color that was borrowed by Qiu Xi'er at the beginning, causing the entire sword body to be ignited, still exists deeply.

This sword, called Peach Blossom, looks more like a moss-covered sword.

However, the blade had begun to grow slender and strong, as if someone had diligently pressed it on a grinding stone day after day.

It's not a day's work.

Whether it was in Lingnan at the beginning, or later walked in the human town and the bamboo forest.

Although Nandao has not been playing the sword all the time, he has never forgotten the horizontal sword knee and cultivated it with the sword intent.

The sword of piercing flowers is also the fast sword in the world that Qiu Xi'er said at the beginning, and Nandao has naturally been introduced.

His sword was naturally faster than that of ordinary people.

Just like what Zhang Xiaoyu sighed at the beginning.

The Grinding Sword Cliff is always higher than the world, faster than the world.

Nandao didn't think about whether it was high or fast.

Just carefully washed the blood stains that remained in the grooves and crevices of the hilt.

Many years ago, the kind of handleless sword that was popular in the spiritual world was like a narrow diamond light, or a drop of rain that was dripping, hidden in a sword box or sword bracelet.

The way of sword intent, cultivated to the extreme, can resist the sword for thousands of miles, kill people and return.

Abandoning things like sword hilts and sword grids that are useless for the way of sword intent can naturally make the sword go faster and save a lot of trouble.

It's just that the sword cultivation body is relatively weak, and this kind of sword means that the sword in the hands of the retro flow sword path has been completely abandoned, once it is close to the Taoist or the people of the Liuyun Sword Sect, it is three feet in front of him, and it is difficult to defend.

This flying sword was short-lived, and then disappeared into the course of history.

Sword cultivation in the world is naturally inseparable from retro flow kendo.

The sword is in the hand, and you can know it.

When Lu Xiaoer came back with a pot of wine outside the door, he saw the uncle squatting under the eaves and washing his sword.

Nandao may have the protection of an umbrella, and it is safer than other sword cultivators.

It's just that sometimes there are a lot of inconveniences.

Such as sleeping, such as bathing, and also such as washing swords.

But fortunately, the sword intent can be regarded as the third hand of the sword cultivator, and Nandao is not so troublesome.

However, Lu Xiaoer suddenly remembered the picture of Nandao taking a bath.

Squatting in a bucket with an umbrella won't it look like a steamed chicken cake?

Nandao didn't know what Lu Xiaoer was thinking, but he just raised his head and glanced at him, and was a little curious about where the wine in his hand came from.

"Actually, there are some liquor sellers in the town."

Lu Xiaoer saw Nan Dao staring at the pot of wine he was carrying, and explained.

Nandao also remembered something.

Jian Xiu can skip meals, but most of them still love alcohol.

Nandao doesn't know why other sword cultivators love wine, probably because they look chic?

Just like when Chen He wrote his own story, there was always some wine.

Therefore, the wine in the little boy's hand probably came from some sword cultivators in the town who could make wine.

Nandao washed the sword, put it in its sheath, set it aside, turned around and went to light the stove.

Drinking cold wine naturally has the charm of drinking cold wine.

It's just that Nandao doesn't want Lu Xiaoer to drink cold wine.

It's always hot, and it's warmer to drink.

There was a faint blood on the peach blossom that Lu Xiaoer picked up on the side of the road today.

It's just that the little boy probably didn't find out.

The blood-colored peach branch was boiled in the jug, and gradually a very strange taste came out.

There is a fishy smell.

When the two teenagers drank this wine, they were stunned.

This pot of wine is quite similar to the pot of wine in Qingtan in the bamboo forest.

At first, the two of them didn't pay attention, but they just thought that they were eating fish.

Lu Xiaoer lifted the lid in a daze, looked at the residual blood stains on a certain piece of peach blossom, and was silent there for a long time.

This wildfire in the world is naturally far more ferocious and burning more widely than they have seen.