Lu Xiaoer watched another battle.

Although the little boy decided to stay at the beginning, he was full of grandeur and impassionedness.

Although the blood color is redder than the cuckoo, and stronger than the remnant sun, in the end it fell silent like a gloomy night.

But as Lu Xiaoer said, he is a member of the Lingnan Sword Sect.

However, the people of Cloud Absolute Town did not allow him to approach that battlefield, which was also helpless.

After those battles subsided, Lu Xiaoer jumped off the eaves ridge with his sword, brushed shoulders with the sword cultivator called Ximen, and walked all the way to the outer fortress of the town.

So the little boy finally saw the true face of some stories.

For example, the demonic power of those broken chairs and broken tables has not yet dissipated, and everyone is a dignified world.

Or maybe there's something wrong with being upright.

At least when they fell outside the town, some had no heads, some had no arms, some had pierced stomachs, and some were still burning with sword fire, and some were already soaked in the Wu River at that time.

Lu Xiaoer slowed down and looked at it for a long time without saying a word, and then slowly walked towards his senior uncle and the four-broken sword Cheng Lu.

The people on the battlefield were slowly retreating into Cloud Absolute Town, and only a small number of people remained on the barrier, sitting beside them and breathing.

Nan Dao and Cheng Lu were sitting there.

Cheng Lu is naturally also a senior brother.

It's just that some senior brothers are called by etiquette.

And some of the senior brothers......

Lu Xiaoer walked over, stopped beside the two of them, looked at Nandao carefully for a long time, and found that he was only a little out of strength, and there was no other serious injury except for the left hand, but he was also relieved.

Turning his head to look at the battlefield left in the night, Lu Xiaoer said softly, "Are they just here like this?" ”

Cheng Lu looked at this little boy, although he didn't remember if he had seen such a boy in the Tianya Sword Sect at the beginning, he was just a good-looking teenager, and probably wouldn't make people feel disgusted.

It was he who smiled and said, "Yes, wait until tomorrow." ”

Lu Xiaoer thought for a while, looked at Cheng Lu with his sword, and said, "Why tomorrow." ”

Nan Dao said calmly: "Because I don't want to collect the corpse of the demon clan. ”

Lu Xiaoer then remembered what happened this morning.

"They look too much like us, even if they have demonic powers, it's hard to tell them apart." Cheng Lu explained. "Especially when everyone dies together."

"So wait until tomorrow, when those demonic powers gradually dissipate, the distinction between the world and the demon clan will be clearer."

Cheng Lu said very calmly.

"Naturally, we don't want to distinguish the world from them so clearly, it's just a temporary thing, and there is a temporary thing."

Lu Xiaoer said thoughtfully: "I know." ”

Everyone is eating at the same table, and the person sitting across from you hears some wind and lifts the table, will you still help him pick up the dishes and chopsticks?

The young man turned his head to look at some of the people of the Northern Witch Dao who had gone away from the night tiredly.

In this battle, although the North Witch Road did not go to the front line, they were the first to sing the praises of the battle, and they were also the end of the battle.

Remote assistance and suppression have been carried out, which is probably a bit too consumed.

They were also the ones who flipped the table with certain people.

It's just halfway through and running away.

The world doesn't want to distinguish the Huai'an people from the Huangliang people so clearly.

It is also a matter of the moment, and there is a rule of the moment.

Cheng Lu stood up, glanced at the two teenagers on the barrier, and said with a smile: "I'm also tired, let's go first, you guys go back to rest early, I don't know when the next battle will be." ”

Lu Xiaoer was probably a little speechless.

"Uncle Shi, what are you tired of?"

Nandao is called Senior Brother Cheng Lu, and Lu Xiaoxiao is also called Senior Brother Cheng Lu, so Lu Xiaoer naturally calls him Senior Uncle.

Cheng Lu glanced at Nandao and said to the little boy: "Your uncle rushed into those demon clans so unreasonably, do you think I am very easy?" ”

Lu Xiaoer was silent.

Although Cheng Lu only made a sword in the whole process, after Nandao was shocked to find out where those Xunyin were, the sword disappeared in the night.

Although this disciple of the Liuyun Sword Sect only stopped at the barrier, he took over the position of Ximen and had been paying attention to the situation on the entire battlefield.

Especially when he saw the young man under the umbrella with a sword going deeper, this four-broken sword, which had always been peaceful, also gave birth to some shocked and frightened emotions.

That's why there is that sentence - he really dares.

Cheng Lu carried the sword on his back and walked off the barrier in the night.

It's a lot more relaxed now than it was before.

Lu Xiaoer withdrew his gaze from Cheng Lu, who was far away, and looked at his uncle.

"Is Uncle Shi okay?"

Nandao's face was indeed a little pale.

But that's probably just because of the excessive drive of heaven and earth vitality.

Although the Taoist cultivates the rhyme, the sword cultivates the sword intent.

But no matter what you cultivate, the vitality of heaven and earth is the root that drives everything.

It's like the heavenly machines in the Hanging Courtyard at the beginning.

It looks like it's water vapor that powers it.

However, it is actually the coal that is used to boil water.

Nandao shook his head and said, "It's okay. ”

There was some tranquility on the ramparts, and there was some startling insects and birds in the distant mountains, which sounded rather bleak.

Lu Xiaoer's gaze fell on Nandao's blood-colored left hand, and he was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "So what is under Uncle Shi's umbrella?" ”

Although Nandao told him at the beginning, he was covering the wind and snow for the world.

But Lu Xiaoer still didn't quite understand what that meant.

Nan Dao also looked at his hand and said calmly, "It's sword light." ”

Lu Xiaoer sat there in a daze.

"Sword light?"

The boy under the umbrella looked up at the sky.

"Some sword lights that people in the world can't bear, like a snow, with a chill, fall into the world finely, and those who look up at the snow there will die inside."

Lu Xiaoer didn't say anything more, didn't ask anything more, dispelled the curiosity about this story in his heart, and sat there quietly holding the sword.

Nandao did not mention the story again, sat for a while, rested almost, stood up, and walked under the ramparts.

Lu Xiaoer hurriedly followed.

Nandao walked very calmly and peacefully under the umbrella, although such a bloody demonic power actually had nothing to do with the four characters of tranquility and tranquility.

But this kind of peace comes from the emotion he had when he talked to Lu Xiaoer about those stories under the umbrella.

It's not the same as it used to be.

There was no more fear and confusion, just very quiet, like a third person, describing those things.

Stone is stone, sunset is sunset.

Just like what Ye Zhuliu and Lu Xiaoer said at the beginning.

It's just that the grass grows on the stones.

......

The fifth day of the second month of the year 1004 in the Great Wind Calendar.

This is the third day that Nandao and Lu Xiaoer have come to Yunjue Town.

Fishing and being fished in Xie Chunxue's bamboo forest for too long, the two of them were a little confused about their ages for a while, and it was not until today that they heard about this now-made day from the mouth of Jian Xiu who passed by in an alley.

Probably passing by the alley of the sword repair is also a current compilation.

It doesn't matter what kind of person you look like, what kind of person, or what realm.

It is important to have someone to tell them the time.

Yuan Sanzhou came back with a big bag of buns from the town.

As more and more cultivators came to Cloud Absolute Town, the town had indeed regained some of its human meaning.

Some sword cultivators can make wine, some Taoists can cook vegetables, and some great witches can make steamed buns.

Things like buns came from yellow sorghum.

I heard that in the past, it was because someone wanted to cross the river, but the wind and waves did not stop, so someone else proposed to sacrifice the blood of the head to the gods and ghosts.

The man rejected it and made something like a bun.

When Yuan Sanzhou was buying steamed buns, he repeatedly asked the little witch if it was the meat he got from the corpse of the demon clan outside the town.

Even though the little witch was very wronged - after all, they couldn't do such a crazy thing.

However, Yuan Sanzhou still only bought a bunch of fan packs.

Eating along the way, one bite is half a bite, revealing those bitten vermicelli, where they bounce like muscles.

Yuan Sanzhou didn't know why he thought of such a disgusting thing.

But I still didn't have the idea of returning the buns, so I could only try not to think about these things.

All the way back to the alley where Nandao and Lu Xiaoer were located, this alley was still deserted at that time, and many sword cultivators also lived in.

Lu Xiaoer was talking some repetitive words to the gathered sword cultivators at the gate of the courtyard.

"Yes, it's my uncle."

"Lingnan Tianya Sword Sect."

"Uncle Shi is only fifteen or sixteen years old."

"Umbrella because he has some special hobbies."

“......”

Yuan Sanzhou squeezed into the crowd.

Lu Xiaoer saw Yuan Sanzhou coming, as if he saw a savior, he breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at Yuan Sanzhou very guiltily, when the disciple of the first peak had not yet understood what it meant, the little boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes who learned to be a traitor to Lu Xiaosan dropped a word, and hurriedly slipped in and closed the courtyard door.

"You can ask me about this uncle."

Yuan Sanzhou held the large pile of buns blankly, looking at the sword cultivators who were looking at him, but after a while, he also reacted, and raised the buns in his hand stupidly, and said with a smirk: "Hehe, do you want to eat buns?" ”

“......”

......

Yuan Sanzhou finally broke free from the encirclement of those sword cultivators, sat in the courtyard, and scolded Lu Xiaoer, who was eating his own buns, for the unconscionable thing he did.

"It's a shame that I got up early in the morning for fear that you would be hungry, so I went to buy you buns to eat, and you actually treated me like this?"

Lu Xiaoer turned around weakly.

Twelve ashamed uncles, under the eaves of the back.

"I wasn't so nervous when I was surrounded by demons last night."

Yuan Sanzhou gnawed on the bun indignantly.

"In case I say something wrong, causing the image of Lingnan to be ruined, Lu Xiaoer, Lu Xiaoer, can you afford this responsibility?"

“.......”

Lu Xiaoer is Lu Xiaoer after all, and he is quite ashamed in the face of this situation.

If it were Lu Xiaosan, he would probably reply unashamedly-it was ruined by Uncle Shi, but it's none of my business.

However, Lu Xiaosan probably wouldn't be tired of dealing with those sword cultivators' curiosity.

This Lu Xiaoxiao's third disciple will only say shamelessly - my uncle is certainly powerful, but I, Lu Xiaosan, am the great sword immortal in the world, and the reason why I don't make a move is because as long as I make a slight move, it is the limit of this world.

Nandao was also nibbling on buns there, but there was no such silence.

Just quietly watched the two of them bickering there.

Yuan Sanzhou reprimanded Lu Xiaoer for a long time, and finally frowned slightly, looked at Nandao on the side, and was very amazed, still immersed in what Nandao did last night, and looked at this young senior brother again and again.

"Senior brother is also in the Enlightenment Realm, and I am also in the Enlightenment Realm, why is the difference so big?"

Yuan Sanzhou sighed very much.

Nandao just smiled.

And Lu Xiaoer seized the opportunity, turned around to look at Yuan Sanzhou and said sincerely: "So my senior uncle is the hope of Lingnan, and you are not, senior uncle." ”

Yuan Sanzhou was not angry this time, the young sword cultivator who was only nineteen years old and felt that he was already an old man in Lingnan looked at Lu Xiaoer very calmly and smiled, watching the bun in the little boy's hand finish eating and throw another one away.

"Yes, Lu Xiaoer, you too."

Repaying grievances with virtue is probably the most shameless conspiracy in the world.

So when Lu Xiaoer heard Yuan Sanzhou's words, he turned back even more guiltily.

The courtyard calmed down, and the three of them quietly enjoyed the rare tranquility of the February spring breeze town.

After Yuan Sanzhou finished eating the buns, he began to worry again, sat on the eaves of the courtyard, and looked out at the people outside the town with his sword on his back.

"Will the demon clan come back today?"

Will the demon clan come back today?

Can we hold on to it today?

How long will this war in the South last?

When people don't have enough to eat, they only think that I'm hungry.

After you are full, you will have a lot of sorrows.

Lu Xiaoer naturally didn't know, so he looked at Nandao sitting under the eaves of the courtyard.

Nandao thought about it seriously for a long time, but naturally he didn't know.

So it became an unanswered question.

The wind will always blow, but no one knows when it will blow.

The demons are back.

But no one knows when they will come.

Lu Xiaoer, a well-fed and well-fed young man, also decided to make a contribution, after all, as a sword cultivator who saw the mountain realm, he couldn't only fetch water for his uncle every day.

The little boy finished nibbling on the bun in his hand, picked up the bucket on the side and took a sip, wiped his mouth with this heroic posture that was quite inconsistent with Qingxiu's appearance, and walked towards the courtyard with his sword.

"What are you going to do?"

Yuan Sanzhou heard the movement and looked back at the little boy.

Lu Xiaoer said without looking back: "I'll go find out the news." ”

......

Although there were many sword cultivators and wizards walking in the town in the early morning, there was no very warm atmosphere, especially when those cultivators were walking on the road with injuries.

Lu Xiaoer, a neat and clean young man, is naturally eye-catching, just like his uncle who holds an umbrella for no reason.

From time to time, someone would ask who brought the little boy here.

If someone already knows, he will explain there that it is the nephew of the young man with the black umbrella.

Although Lu Xiaoer didn't like their questioning of his age.

But listening to the prefix of my identity, I am also very happy.

Yes, Lu Xiaoer is the nephew of the young man with a black umbrella.

For this young boy in Lingnan, this is undoubtedly a matter of pride.

Just like he whispered from the roof last night.

This is my uncle, Lingnan Sword Cultivator.

It's just that the little boy still feels that it is not enough.

The name of his uncle should be louder.

When people hear it, they will be awe-inspired.

For example, it was a disciple of the Cause and Effect Sword Blade.

That was Chen Yunxi's disciple.

It's just that it's obviously very greedy to think about it now.

Lu Xiaoer also suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and walked through the cultivators who wanted to touch his skull, looking for the direction of the Four Broken Sword Cheng Lu.

It wasn't until the little boy felt that his hair had been cut short by several inches that he finally saw the four-broken sword Cheng Lu standing on the eaves at the edge of the town.

Simon, on the other hand, was not here, and did not know where he had gone.

There was no sign of those people in the heavenly prison, and they probably went to observe the wind and grass outside the town.

After all, the Heavenly Hell Ranger travels the mountains and rivers of the world all day long, and he must be clear about the scenery of various places.

Lu Xiaoer didn't care either.

Just looked up at the Liuyun Sword Cultivator who was standing on the high eaves with two swords on his back and frowning slightly, and then jumped up layer by layer along the eaves on all sides.

After all, he was only seeing the mountain realm, and the realm of the little boy did not support him to fall very chic towards the eaves of the considerable height used to overlook the distance.

"Uncle Shi."

Lu Xiaoer stepped on a piece of rubble, and walked towards Cheng Lu in that rattling sound.

Although at the beginning, the little boy was a little hostile to Cheng Lu.

After all, this sword cultivator had been stopping Lingnan on the South Island in the first place.

It's just that Cheng Lu is not a bad person after all, he is just entrusted by others.

Hearing the voice behind him, Cheng Lu came back to his senses, looked at Lu Xiaoer and asked with some doubts, "What are you doing?" ”

Lu Xiaoer is not good at saying some nonsense, so he goes straight to the topic.

"Will the demon clan come again today?"

Cheng Lu raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you asking for?" You don't have to go to war. ”

Lu Xiaoer thought to himself that if I can't go to the battlefield, can't I know these things?

Or is it that your adult world is always so much nonsense?

Nonsense certainly has the benefit of nonsense.

It's just that Cheng Lu can probably see that Lu Xiaoer doesn't care about this, he just wants to know an answer.

So he turned back and said, "I don't know." ”

Lu Xiaoer held the sword and looked at Cheng Lu quietly, and said, "But I see that Uncle Fang Cai seems to be a little worried. ”

Cheng Lu said softly: "Yes." ”

"Why?"

Cheng Lu thought for a while and said, "Because I don't know if the demon clan will come." ”

Lu Xiaoer probably didn't understand what Cheng Lu meant, so he took a few steps forward and stood beside this Liuyun Sword Cultivator and looked out at the world.

The world is calm in the blood that has not faded, and it is also calm in the spring breeze in the distance.

"Isn't it a good thing that the demon clan doesn't come?"

Cheng Lu turned his head and answered the little boy's question seriously.

"Not necessarily a good thing, because if they don't come, we have to start thinking, if they don't come here, where are they going?"