Cheng Lu sighed while letting Lu Xiaoer walk over.

It's just that he didn't go to Nandao, he just stood there, staring at the alley, holding his sword and tilting his head, not knowing what he was looking at.

Ximen looked at him for a long time, probably not understanding what Cheng Lu was thinking.

"What is Senior Brother looking at?"

Cheng Lu turned his head and said lightly: "There is a wine jug there." ”

Naturally, there is a wine jug on the alley wall.

That was when Nan Dao came back with a body of blood last night, and he didn't want the smell to affect Lu Xiaoer, who hadn't woken up yet, so he rode on the wall and drank wine for a long time.

Simon probably didn't understand what Cheng Lu was paying attention to what the wine jug was doing.

Cheng Lu turned around, facing the north of the town, and said softly: "Ascend to the height and drink at night, there will be people who look far away." ”

Simon raised an eyebrow.

Cheng Lu continued: "Which young sword cultivator in the south hasn't called Senior Brother Zhang Xiaoyu? ”

Simon may have understood something, and said slowly: "Senior brother, what is this concerned about?" ”

Cheng Lu smiled, walked forward with the sword, and said, "It's nothing, I just happened to see it, so I thought of something." ”

Simon was silent for a long time, and then followed.

"Senior brother has a good relationship with Nandao?"

Cheng Lu tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "It's not good, it's not bad, because of this young man, I have broken my hand and been beaten." ”

At the beginning, Qiu Xi'er asked Cheng Lu to go to Lingnan to deliver some news, but he went up the mountain and was pitted by the old man of the Tianya Sword Sect, and he was drunk to a mess.

Later, he simply ran to the Grinding Sword Cliff and was beaten.

Simon whispered, "That's fine." ”

Cheng Lu listened to the strangeness in this sentence, and turned his head to look at Ximen who was walking with a knife behind him.

"What do you mean? Does he have something to do with your Heavenly Hell? ”

Some things are still unfounded, so Ximen naturally won't say it in front of this senior brother who is emotionally watching the growth of the young man, but just said calmly: "He once burned down the Heavenly Hell of Nanyi City, and there are some things in the future, which must be calculated carefully." ”

Cheng Lu took a deep breath.

I probably admired the courage of that teenager as well.

......

When Lu Xiaoer came back, he poured the pot of wine into the pot of boiling wine, and replaced it with a fresh peach blossom that had been carefully inspected without blood.

"When I went out just now, I saw someone from the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect."

Lu Xiaoer sat down by the fire, adding firewood to it and said.

The South Island is not surprising.

After all, such a big thing, if you can't see the people of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, it is a rare thing.

Lu Xiaoer thought for a while, so he continued: "I also saw the four-broken sword Cheng Lu. ”

Nandao glanced up at the young man.

Cheng Lu is probably a person who seems to have something to do with everyone in the world.

But it doesn't have a deep relationship with anyone.

The real intersection between Nandao and Cheng Lu was actually only once in the cliff above the Tianya Sword Sect.

There, Cheng Lu said a lot of things to him like a real senior brother.

Lu Xiaoer looked at Nandao, who was contemplative, and asked, "Uncle Shi is going to see him?" ”

Nandao shook his head and said, "Does he have a broken sword with him?" ”

Lu Xiaoer thought about it and nodded affirmatively.

The South Island sits peacefully under an umbrella.

"Then it's gone."

Lu Xiaoer said curiously: "What does this have to do with the broken sword?" ”

Nan Dao said softly: "That broken sword, I guess it may be the decision of the Seven Masters of the Sword Grinding Cliff back then—that was my bounty." ”

Lu Xiaoer was stunned for a long time.

Nandao sat there and said calmly: "I'm afraid he will be tempted." ”

Lu Xiaoer looked at Nandao in a daze after a long time and said, "Has Uncle Shi ever violated the rules of heaven?" ”

Nandao thought for a moment and said, "I want to know too." ”

The two teenagers sat silently in the courtyard.

The peach blossom wine on the stove is ready.

Nandao didn't mention these things again, and was about to pour the wine from the stove, when the door of the small courtyard was suddenly pushed open.

Lu Xiaoer instantly grasped the sword in his hand.

The young man holds a sword every day, but there is basically no time for the sword to be used.

Nandao also put down the flask and turned his head to look over.

It was a young man who pushed the door.

Lu Xiaoer let go of the sword in his hand.

Because the man had no ill intentions, he had a very surprised smile on his face.

This is a Lingnan sword cultivator.

His name is Yuan Sanzhou, and he has seen it on the first peak of Xiaojiufeng. The nineteen-year-old sword cultivator who had once entered the Dao and exited the realm was now enlightened.

This is undoubtedly a curious thing.

"Senior brother, you're really here!"

Yuan Sanzhou looked at the two teenagers in the courtyard in surprise.

Nandao probably didn't expect to see this disciple of the first peak here, and nodded blankly for a while.

Yuan Sanzhou walked towards the eaves of the courtyard with his sword on his back, as he spoke.

"I am the first batch of sword cultivators who rushed to Bailu's aid, Bailu fell, we scattered and fled, after hearing some news in the territory, I rushed to Yunjue Town, and I heard two people in the town talking about the name of my senior brother, so I looked for it all the way."

Lu Xiaoer moved his position out of the way, and went into the house to bring a cup out of the way for Yuan Sanzhou.

The three of them sat by the fireside.

"I see." Nan Dao said softly, looked at this sword cultivator with some more scars on his body, and asked, "How are the people of Lingnan?" ”

Yuan Sanzhou sighed, took a glass of peach blossom wine poured by Lu Xiaoer for him, and said with palpitations while drinking: "Lingnan is naturally fine, but those of us who came to Bailu have died a lot, and no one thought that Bailu would be lost so quickly." ”

This may not be a strange thing.

The armor of the South is empty.

If Shanyue hadn't been too close to Lingnan, and Zhang Xiaoyu had told the news to Zhuxi very sincerely, such a city in the mountains would have been occupied by the rioting demon clan in a very short period of time.

"The demon clan also has a lot of sword cultivation, probably because Dao cultivation is rarer, and it has demon power, once it gathers together, it is a very strong force."

Yuan Sanzhou was worried that Nandao would not be able to understand something, and explained it seriously.

Nandao said calmly, "I know. ”

Lu Xiaoer on the side sipped peach blossom wine.

"Uncle Shi had already fought with those demon clans last night, and he even killed a big demon with his own hands."

Yuan Sanzhou was stunned for a long time, and then looked at Nandao with a sigh and said, "Senior brother is amazing. ”

The big demon is naturally the existence corresponding to the small Dao realm.

Yuan Sanzhou was about to say something, but the town outside the courtyard suddenly became noisy.

I don't know why.

Lu Xiaoer put down the peach blossom wine and stood up with his sword.

"I'll take a look."

Nandao nodded.

The young man walked out with his sword in his hand very vigilantly.

Not long after, Lu Xiaoer walked back with a strange expression.

Nandao saw Lu Xiaoer's look and raised his eyebrows.

"What happened?"

Lu Xiaoer stood at the gate of the courtyard with his sword in his hand for a long time, and then said in disbelief: "The people from the Northern Wudao are here. ”

The courtyard fell silent.

The story that happened in March last year has reappeared in the eyes of the world.

Yuan Sanzhou was a little silent, but there was no anger.

After all, later the South knew some of the stories that happened outside the city.

Beiwudao was not involved in those things in the first place.

They took advantage of the situation to cross the river, and then disappeared into the battlefield. Even the slave who was one of the three great spirit witches of Southern Chu died in the hands of the son of the Northern Witch Dao.

It's a very strange story.

The world can faintly hear some news.

However, many of the stories are difficult to reach.

The world can also roughly guess what the people of the Northern Witch Road want to do.

They will also enter the Tao.

Enter the land of prosperity.

If it hadn't happened outside Nanyi City about the attack of the Witch Ghost Dao and the 800,000 Black Armor, the world might not have too many thoughts.

Sadly, that war happened that way.

As a result, Beiwudao was rejected by the north with a resolute attitude, and for a long year, they were all displaced outside the city of Nanyi.

After a long time, Yuan Sanzhou, a sword cultivator who had also stood at the head of Nanyi City, said with a sigh: "It seems that they really want to stay in the north. ”

That's why we are so sincere and take advantage of any possible opportunity.

The success of supporting the building to turn the tide is naturally the most convincing to the world.

It's just that this is a torrent that even Southern Sword Cultivators find tricky and have to pay a lot of price to stop.

However, the Northern Wudao, which has nearly 1,000 people, probably can't accomplish any heroic deeds.

Lu Xiaoer had some other ideas.

"Aren't they witchcraft? If you can conjure spirits, it should be of great help. ”

Nan Dao said calmly: "It is the Southern Chu Witch who can summon spirits, not the Northern Witch. ”

Lu Xiaoer was obviously a little disappointed.

"Then what are they here to send to death?"

This is probably the biggest truth in the world.

"If all the people in the Northern Witch Dao died in Bailu, then what's the point?"

The little boy sighed a little.

I probably admired their courage, but also thought it was a very stupid thing.

When Yuan Sanzhou heard Lu Xiaoer's words, he smiled and said, "If all the 80,000 sword cultivators in Lingnan died outside Nanyi City, what do you think the world would do?" ”

Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and said: "The world will be very grateful, and then go to hang, the world can only do this." ”

Nandao drank wine and said: "The world can really only do this, but the Sword Sect will do something else, the Lingnan Sword Sect, as a major barrier behind Nanyi City, naturally cannot really disappear like this, so in the places of the Sword Sect of the Human World, the Liuyun Sword Sect, there is a high probability that there will be senior brothers who will go to the mountains to open a sect and continue the name of the Lingnan Sword Sect." ”

Lu Xiaoer was thoughtful.

"So this is probably to take straight from the middle rather than from the song?"

Yuan Sanzhou nodded.

The story of the Northern Wudao is probably the simplest story in the world.

Watazawa, and then gain a foothold in the north.

So here they came White Deer.

.....

The current Taoist master of the Northern Witch Dao is a great witch named Youxi.

It's just a pity that he doesn't have the surname Hua.

Ximen looked at the young witch who was walking in the long street of the town, and said softly: "It seems that Hua Wubei is indeed a good person. ”

Cheng Lu shrugged.

He didn't know what the story of Nanyi City was.

It's just that Gongzi Wubei is indeed a good person, and now, probably no one in the world will refute it.

How did the world praise Zhang Xiaoyu at the beginning when the sky was red, and he sent flowers to return to the River Styx without sorrow.

How sorry it is now-why didn't Childe Wubei be able to kill him in the first place?

If Gongzi had not been injured without sorrow, Zhang Xiaoyu could indeed have been pressed to death in the Nanyi River.

It's a pity that the son at that time had no sorrow, strayed into the river of fate, and endured the sword intent from Bai Fengyu's body and Cong Blade many years ago, which was naturally the end of the strong crossbow.

So he could only hurry away and die in a hurry.

Just look at it from another angle.

Gongzi Wubei didn't go to a pool to find Zhang Xiaoyu, and that white-clothed sword cultivator would not enter the Great Dao in advance, and if he really sharpened his sword, he might not lose to that Taoist.

Will the rest of the story not happen?

So what is fate, how is it three feet.

The world still has no way of knowing.

Simon waited until the witch walked to the door of the wine shop, and then said sincerely: "I'm sorry for the many misunderstandings about Gongzi Wubei at the beginning. ”

The Great Witch gave an equally sincere answer just like his name.

"The moon in the sky, round and lacking, living in the world, naturally has all kinds of regrets. Lord Simon doesn't have to be like that. ”

Ximen looked at the Northern Witches who were quietly scattered into the long street of Yunjue Town, and said softly, "So you are here to complete his story?" ”

The young Huangliang wizard said calmly, "It's not just the story of Lord Wuxi, it's also our story. ”

The North Witch Road is naturally not only the North Witch Road of the son who is not sad alone.

Cheng Lu leaned against the pillar with his arms folded with some curiosity.

"I'm curious, what is it about the North that attracts you? It has been more than a thousand years, and you Northern Witches have always wanted to settle in the North. ”

I thought very sincerely.

After a long time, he smiled softly and said, "I don't know, maybe it's because we're not religious enough about gods and ghosts, or maybe we've been too affected by the Northern Dao. If this senior brother can't understand it, then it can also be regarded as a ghost. ”

Someone asked me what was so good about you, and I still can't forget it after all these years.......

The North Witch Road is probably indeed a combination of the Witch Ghost Road and the Northern Avenue.

Those witches and ghosts who existed in the north of Huangliang naturally had a lot of interest in the land across the river for a long time.

When the name Northern Wudao appeared, it was truly separated from the Southern Chu Witches.

Those stories have become an obsession.

Cheng Lu didn't ask any questions, some things are true or false, and when the story ends, the years will give the answer.

Simon looked at this sincere Northern Witch Dao Wizard.

"You should know that if you want the world to be recognized, it's not enough to just follow some stories."

Youque was silent for a while, then raised his head and stood under the eaves to meet the February spring breeze.

It's about like scissors.

When those soft spring breezes carried the smell of blood on the young man's face for a long time, it made him feel a sense of pain.

"The Northern Witch Dao will meet those demon clans before the sword cultivators and the world."

Cheng Lu raised her eyebrows.

North Wudao current forward?

The mage is close to the face and opens up?

If such a thing is said, he Cheng Lu and Simon must not be scolded to death by the world as fools?

Ximen naturally knew that the Witch Ghost Dao was a school of cultivation that was even weaker than sword cultivation, so he smiled helplessly.

"Today, you and I are of the same race, let the people of the same race go to death, we naturally can't do such a thing."

Youque was silent for a long time, and said softly: "Beiwu Dao will fight to the death." ”

Cheng Lu said calmly: "Okay." ”

.....

In the middle of a mountain forest in the south.

The blindfolded white-clothed sword cultivator sat quietly on top of a mountain rock.

His face was pale and his lips were bright—it was the color of some spilled blood, and the sword intent flowed on the white clothes, but it was obviously much less sharp.

From the injury caused by Xie Chunxue's sword.

Although the sword was a little off, it was not merciful to the white-clothed senior sister who was sitting in the bamboo forest fishing.

Instead, Zhang Xiaoyu reacted extremely keenly.

In that instant, he turned into a sword light and moved an inch, so that he did not die under that sword.

Zhang Xiaoyu naturally doesn't have any luck mentality.

The people of the Sword Sect in the world, if they have nothing to do, they are naturally gentle, and compared to the world, they can be described as gentle.

But if there is something in the world, it will only be the world that will see the edge of those gentleness.

If Xie Chunxue knew some of the things she had done, it would naturally be impossible to keep her hands.

For a long time after leaving Shanyue City, Zhang Xiaoyu was extremely vigilant.

It wasn't until after that sword fell that Zhang Xiaoyu's heart settled down a little.

I'm always worried that it's coming, so it's better to actually come.

Zhang Xiaoyu fled all the way until he landed in the green mountain, and then stopped, quietly repairing the injuries caused by the sword.

The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi and the sword intent flowed around the body together, and the place where the sword hurt was naturally more than the body.

The spread of sword intent in an instant also caused Zhang Xiaoyu's divine sea to suffer a lot of trauma.

The path of human cultivation naturally becomes more and more difficult to follow the further you go.

The gap between the cultivation of the Nine Stacks and the cultivation of the Five Stacks is naturally huge.

Zhang Xiaoyu breathed for a long time, and then coughed, and the blood on his lips, which was gradually fading, was smeared with a new color.

It's just that this young man is very calm.

Although these injuries are severe, they are still within the range that Zhang Xiaoyu can bear.

At least, it's far less than the peach that I touched by mistake at the beginning.

Those sword intents, Zhang Xiaoyu can only use the sword intent of the three generations of the Human Sword Sect to get rid of them.

After a long time, Zhang Xiaoyu raised his hand to wipe the blood on his lips, and stood up in the spring breeze and green mountains, but just as he was about to leave here, there was some movement in the mountains and forests.

Zhang Xiaoyu turned his head, and in the trajectory brought by the wind, he could faintly see the outline of a figure there.

"Can you really go down this road, Zhang Xiaoyu?"

The voice was deep.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't answer, and his brows furrowed under the white belt.

The sword intent around the body flowed, and the white clothes floated up in the spring breeze, and the mountain and river texts loomed on the Taoist robe below.

"Who are you?"

Lin Jian didn't answer, and the silhouette of the figure had dissipated somehow.