Simon wasn't in town.

Instead, he appeared outside the town with a broken knife on his back.

The territory of Bailu is flat and open, not like the mountains and moons, reaching Fengqiling in the south and Liuyun Mountains in the north. Along the way, there are some low green hills and hills, or the February spring plains of a flat river.

Such a place is naturally suitable for large-scale wars and killings, but not for sticking to them.

It wasn't until that town that the momentum of the green mountains was pulled out and encircled, and it was barely considered to have entered the range of Fengqiling mountains.

This is also the origin of the word "one of the best in Yunjue Town".

At the same time, it is also the reason why a group of southern sword cultivators have set the place of blocking the White Deer Demon Clan there.

Ximen stopped on a hill and frowned quietly looking into the distance on this rare plain in the south.

From time to time, black-robed people left behind him, as scouts, and fell into the mountains and mountains.

Farther away, in the midst of those hills and valleys, there are still demon clans constantly heading towards the White Deer City hundreds of miles away.

They were clothed in the garments of the world, and had the appearance of the world, and they lived peacefully on this land for a thousand years.

People in the world sometimes forget that there is still a demon race in the world.

Until they suddenly stood up.

In a hurried and unaware of the so-called wind, he turned himself into a tumbleweed in the wildfire, and ignited those fires to the whole world.

Not only the mountains and moons, not only the white deer.

To the north, the same is true of the hanging snow and green ravid in the Liuyun Mountain Range.

Or more northern, only in relation to the south, the story of the north is undoubtedly much lighter.

The abundant armor in the north, coupled with the entry of the people of the Daomen, may not be able to set off any big waves.

Therefore, the matter of White Deer City is naturally an extremely critical battle in the world.

Once the south is completely fallen, it is difficult to take care of both inside and outside the Nanyi City, and the yellow sorghum that has been cut out from the middle of the strong wind will drive straight in.

Although everyone knows that sorghum has always been weak.

But this is no longer the case.

Who knows what the goddess will bring to that former kingdom of gods and ghosts?

Ximen stood there for a long time, and as those Heavenly Prison Officials occupied the horizon in front of Cloud Absolute Town little by little from this short-lived demon land, the young Heavenly Prison Ruler of Nanyi City gradually settled down a little in his heart.

Some scattered demon clans didn't make too many attempts, and simply left the mountains around Yunjue Town.

Last night's incident was naturally just some temptation of the White Deer Demons to the southern town.

In the end, the death of the big demon of a small Dao realm ended the war in a hurry.

This is probably the first time in the world that I have seen the edge of a young man under an umbrella.

Ximen looked back at the battlefield outside Yunjue Town, and couldn't help but think of the sword in Nandao last night.

The snow drifted away, and the cold light appeared.

Directly crossed the many demon clans that blocked them, and went away with a sword, directly taking the big demon of Blowing Xun.

It was a very amazing sword in this realm.

If the South Island didn't have those stories about the past with Hell, Simon would probably be more amazed.

The sword cultivation of this Heavenly Hell has already entered the upper realm.

It's just that the realm is not a reason to convince something.

So before this war was settled, Ximen could only marvel at such a young sword cultivator who stepped on the snow realm.

In the intersection between the people of the Heavenly Hell and the people on the twelfth floor, they often talk about the demon clan - it is permissible to transform into a demon in order to live forever, so why be such a madman?

As a result, the matter of the demon clan can be regarded as a slap in the face of the heavenly hell.

Simon looked at the fertile plains of the south that had fallen into the hands of the demons with a long sigh.

It was indeed a resounding slap in the face.

Ximen sighed for a long time, looked back at the sword light that was coming from Lingnan and Shanyue, and was about to return to Yunjue Town, but suddenly saw a familiar figure between the distant mountains.

Four broken sword Cheng Lu.

Not far away, there are also some sword cultivators of the Liuyun Sword Sect who have stepped on the streamer.

The best killers in the world generally come from the Liuyun Sword Sect.

But it doesn't mean that the people in the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect are all killers.

Although because of the existence of such a list in the Sword Sect, the people of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect may become killers at any time.

It's just that after all, sword cultivation is their main identity.

There are naturally not many people like Han Chan and Ye Hanzhong in the Liuyun Sword Sect.

Ximen didn't expect to see the disciples of the Liuyun Sword Sect here.

After all, although this place is no longer within the scope of the Lingnan Sword Sect, it will not be within the scope of the Liuyun Sword Sect and the surrounding Sword Sects, and it will only be farther away than Lingnan.

Although he was puzzled, Simon still had some smile on his face.

Among the former young three swords, Zhang Xiaoyu and Qiu Xi'er were both noisy people, only one Cheng Lu'an was quiet, like a person standing under the stage watching the play.

Simon felt himself too.

It wasn't until Cheng Lu came with his sword that Ximen called out to Senior Brother softly.

Ximen's voice was very happy, after all, the situation in Yunjue Town today is indeed unclear, and the people of the Liuyun Sword Sect can come over, which is naturally a big help.

Compared with the Sword Sect of the Grinding Sword Cliff Human Sword Sect, which has very few disciples, the long-established Liuyun Sword Sect is probably like a serious sword cultivation sect, the sword cultivation group of the Liuyun Sword Sect, the outer disciples, the inner disciples, and then the core true disciples of Cheng Lu.

Although the Liuyun Sword Sect was suppressed by the Human Sword Sect, it was only above the high-level combat power.

After all, the Human Sword Sect is a side line that has escaped from the self-grinding sword cliff, and is the true inheritor of the way of sword intent today.

In the middle and lower layers, the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect was naturally an existence beyond the reach of the Human Sword Sect.

High has the benefit of being high.

For example, the senior brothers of the Human Sword Sect, wherever they are placed in the human world, they are all extremely powerful existences.

Low also has the benefit of being low.

For example, in some human chaos, the Human Sword Sect is too high in the cultivation world, so it is impossible to start, but the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect can. For example, a nine-stack cultivation like Xie Chunxue is undoubtedly an extremely deadly existence for the demon clan.

But will she really be able to walk into such a story?

This is an unreasonable thing in the world, whether it is in terms of never deceiving the youth of the world, or saluting the manners of the world, it is impossible for Xie Chunxue to really fully step into these stories.

The world may be chaotic, but it's far from the point where the need for that kind of being to meddle in these stories.

What's more, the world has never thought of really exterminating this fellow clan.

......

Ximen's senior brother made Cheng Lu very happy.

After all, he is the senior brother.

Although he and Zhang Xiaoyu Qiuxi'er are the same three swords, there is no doubt that Cheng Lu is an existence obscured by the light of the two.

So sometimes he is always calling Zhang Xiaoyu these senior brothers.

Cheng Lu stopped at the top of the mountain with a smile.

Two swords were on his back.

One is good, the other is broken.

After seeing the broken sword, Simon forgot for a moment what he wanted to say.

It took a long time before he looked at Cheng Lu with some surprise.

"Is this a four-foot break?"

A thousand years ago, the most familiar to the world may be the square inch and the spiritual platform.

However, after a thousand years, it is probably a repudiation.

The sword held by the Sword Sharpening Cliff brother who performed the last dance with the retro stream kendo.

Qinglian, the third senior brother of the Sword Grinding Cliff who fought as a swordsman, is undoubtedly an extremely shocking thing in the world.

Although defeated, it is still glorious.

This is a sword of enlightenment.

It represents the concealment of the retro flow of the sword and the rise of the way of the sword intent.

The broken sword will not affect its image in the hearts of the world, but in the inheritance of this kind of sword, there is some vicissitudes of fate added to it - the retro flow of the sword is destroyed in the way of sword intent, and it radiates new strength.

Cheng Lu nodded very calmly.

"Yes."

Originally, he wanted to bring this sword to Zhang Xiaoyu so that he could win in that battle with Li Shi, but unfortunately Zhang Xiaoyu refused.

Maybe it's the arrogance that the white-clothed sword cultivator hides in his heart, or maybe it's the pity that he doesn't want to involve Cheng Lu.

But in short, it's probably a foregone conclusion.

So it's called Zhaoran's fate.

This broken sword, which was used as a reward for a hunting mission, was no longer cared about after the people of the River Sect fell silent and stopped asking.

So Cheng Lu took it with him all the time.

Maybe it's like what was said with the South Island at the beginning.

If you are tempted.

Maybe the story will change a little.

It's just a pity that Cheng Lu has not been tempted so far.

Of course, sword cultivation has to sharpen his sword.

This is the most precious thing that Mojian Cliff has brought to the world.

The world may have long forgotten the other name of the Grinding Sword Cliff back then.

But Cheng Lu still remembers.

That's called the Ten Year Sword Sect.

Ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has not been tried.

Who is the injustice of the show today?

An ancient sword sect like the Liuyun Sword Sect naturally cared very much about sword sharpening.

It's just that there has been no injustice in the world for a long time.

Kamigawa sees this world very well.

Until he's gone.

So Cheng Lu came with a sword.

It's not a big deal.

It's just a Seven Realms Sword Cultivator.

The original three swords, Qiu Xi'er entered nine stacks in the high cliff, and Zhang Xiaoyu entered five stacks in the world.

Only Cheng Lu is still in the Seven Realms, and he is about to turn twenty-five years old, and he is still in the Seven Realms.

However, the world will not underestimate such a sword cultivator.

Some people's swords sharpen quickly, others slower ones.

Cheng Lu's sword may still be grinding.

Simon knew it, just as his sword had never been reforged.

Not everyone has to go up so that the world can see themselves.

......

"This is indeed a very good thing, senior brother."

Simon glanced back at the broken knife behind him and said with a smile.

Ximen and Cheng Lu are equally famous, one of them carries a broken knife and the other carries a broken sword, which is exceptionally harmonious.

Cheng Lu just smiled.

Then he talked about his coming.

"On the side of the Liuyun Sword Sect, we need to take care of Hanging Snow and Qingluo, as well as the Qinghe Cities further north, so it probably won't be of much help to Bailu's side."

Ximen restrained his smile and said, "Senior Brother can come over, which is naturally a great help for Yun Jue Town. What's more, Shanyue's side has stabilized, once Lingnan has spare strength, it will naturally go all out to help Bailu, and the human world is also organizing a rebellion, once the army is formed, even if it lacks the weapons of armor, it can also be used as a big help. ”

Cheng Lu tilted his head with his sword on his back and looked at Ximen with a slight smile.

The two have been friends for a long time, and Cheng Lu's impression is that Simon probably doesn't like such a dignified person.

The last time the two met, Simon was just a ranger, squatting by the Nanyi River, thinking with a sad face which king had sharpened his knife into this ghostly appearance.

It's just clear that things have changed.

The people of the past are naturally no longer the identities of the past.

The name of Simon Wudao has rarely been mentioned by the world.

It's the west gate of hell.

Ximen also noticed Cheng Lu's somewhat strange gaze, raised his eyebrows and said, "What is Senior Brother looking at?" ”

Cheng Lu turned his head with a smile and said, "Naturally, I think you are different from before, can it be because I like you?" ”

“......”

Ximen was silent, and then said softly: "Senior brother is naturally still chic and comfortable, but Ximen is no longer Ximen. ”

When the two first met in the world, they were naturally free people.

Cheng Lu sighed and said, "If the world continues like this, who can continue to be chic?" ”

"So that's probably what we're all about?"

Simon said slowly.

Cheng Lu didn't know what she remembered, and said softly: "Maybe we are the source of the chaos in the world." ”

Simon frowned and said, "What do you mean?" ”

Cheng Lu looked up at the world and said slowly: "I have a senior brother named Ye Hanzhong, and he has a problem. ”

But what's wrong with him? I don't know. It's just that someone saw him once appear near Nanyi City - in March last year. Ye Hanzhong, Li Shi, Zhang Shi.... Small fish. ”

Cheng Lu didn't say anything, just said these three names.

No secret can be hidden forever.

So after Zhang Xiaoyu's incident, some names appeared in front of the world.

Simon stood on the top of the hill with a long frown.

Cheng Lu patted him on the shoulder.

"Of course, that's not something we're considering."

Cheng Lu stood on the top of the demonic spring breeze mountain, overlooking the world.

Although the terrain of Bailu is extremely open and flat in the south.

But it's not something you can see from the top of a hill outside a small town.

So it's more of an imagination.

"How to bring the world that has been disturbed by them back on the right track, this is probably our business."

The world is mixed, and the world is in its own way.

Perhaps there is a bigger undercurrent still lurking in the night.

It's just that it's something that Cheng Lu and Simon can't touch.

For example, Kamigawa and Blade.

......

Yunjue Town seemed to be lively all of a sudden.

Because of yesterday's lesson, today's little boy Lu Xiaoer didn't drink much, but just took a sip, after all, the flowers were half-opened, and the wine was slightly drunk.

It's just that Lu Xiaoer's drunkenness is obviously different from the drunkenness of Nandao, who has been drinking since childhood.

Just as what is mildly spicy for some is lethal for others.

Lu Xiaoer watched Nandao drink the big pot of peach blossom wine, and had to sincerely praise that it was really Uncle Shi.

Of course, Uncle Shi is powerful at everything.

Uncle Shi has a high realm, strong sword intent, a large amount of alcohol, and has seen a lot.

Ah, and know what love is.

Probably the only one inferior to his own.

It's just that he doesn't look as good-looking as himself.

The young man with clear eyebrows, beautiful lips and white teeth took some money from his baggage after his uncle drank the pot of wine - the other uncle was also powerful.

Lu Xiaoer has never seen anyone richer than Le Chaotian.

I have never seen anyone like Le Chaotian who likes to play with coins when he has nothing to do.

Of course, that uncle's realm is also high.

It was so high that no one could see it, except that it was a mountain.

Lu Xiaoer took the money, brought the wine jug, and went out to buy wine.

Although the flowers are half-opened, the wine is slightly drunk.

It's just that sometimes it's still fun.

When Lu Xiaoer saw Nandao sitting under the umbrella and shaking the wine jug there, he knew that Uncle Shi probably didn't have enough fun.

So Lu Xiaoer, who walked out of the alley, found that this town, which was still deserted two days ago, suddenly became lively.

Strange sword cultivators walked the streets.

Lu Xiaoer was stunned there for a while, and only then did he see pieces of things similar to flowing cloud ornaments from the similar-looking robes of those sword cultivators.

The people of the Liuyun Sword Sect actually came to Yunjue Town as well?

Lu Xiaoer was a little surprised.

Although it was the first time for the young boy whose home was in the west of Lingnan to leave Lingnan so far, he also knew that the Liuyun Sword Sect was a great place of cultivation closer to the middle of the human world. It is also the division between north and south.

Such a sword sect is naturally far away from Bailu.

The arrival of Yiliuyun Sword Cultivation is naturally a rare thing.

After understanding the meaning, Lu Xiaoer's heart was briefly dissipated by some of the joy brought by those excitement.

The Liuyun Sword Sect, the Lingnan Sword Sect, the Heavenly Prison, the Daomen in the Bailu Territory, and some of the upper realm brothers of the Human Sword Sect all came to Yunjue Town.

Naturally, this means that this will be a place to fight against the White Deer Demons.

Lu Xiaoer stood at the entrance of the alley for a long time, then took a deep breath, calmed down, and quietly passed through everyone with his sword on his back, and went to buy wine from those sword cultivators who could make wine.

Just walked for a long time, and was stopped by a horizontal sword.

"Why is there still a twelve-year-old sword cultivator here?"

Lu Xiaoer raised his head, and then saw Cheng Lu, the four-broken sword who had been pitted by the old man of the Tianya Sword Sect, standing in front of him, looking at him very strangely.

Cheng Lu only cared about drinking and scolding her mother in the Tianya Sword Sect at the beginning, but she didn't carefully look at the little sword cultivators of the Little White Sword Sect, otherwise she would probably be able to recognize Lu Xiaoer.

Simon was not far away, and said very calmly: "That's the little nephew of Nandao, senior brother, you should have seen it." ”

Cheng Lu looked at Lu Xiaoer thoughtfully, then looked at the alley where Lu Xiaoer walked out, and smiled slightly.

"Nandao, I haven't seen this boy for a long time, how is he now?"

Lu Xiaoer naturally didn't have a good impression of Cheng Lu, the sword cultivator who had squatted at the mountain gate of the Tianya Sword Sect and scolded his mother, and he didn't know his intentions very well, so he didn't say anything, just secretly held his Xiwu sword.

So it was still Simon, and he said with emotion like a guide: "He has already stepped on the snow on the oblique bridge." ”

The smile on Cheng Lu's face froze, and he looked back at Ximen and said, "Ximen, aren't you kidding?" ”

Although Ximen is not a member of the Liuyun Sword Sect, he will not open Wushuang.

But probably not a joker.

"Of course not."

Lu Xiaoer's gaze at Ximen softened a lot.

No matter who you are, as long as you praise my uncle, we can be friends.

Cheng Lu sighed softly.

"That's fast."

This young sword cultivator with the name of the Four Broken Swords is a rare person in the world, who saw the scene of the young man entering the Tao in court in the Hanging Courtyard of Nanyi City.

It was the sixth day of the third month of the year 1003 of the Great Wind Calendar.