Lu Xiaoer stood there in a daze.

Naturally, there were very few things that the young boy had thought about.

In his eyes, the demon clan only has two directions: coming and not coming.

It's just a human thing, and naturally there won't be only two directions.

There will be rain, snow and hail in the sky, and meteorites may also fall from the sky to kill people.

Nothing is impossible.

So the little boy seemed to realize something, looked at Cheng Lu and said, "So Lord Ximen went to Bailu to find out the news?" ”

Cheng Lu nodded.

Lu Xiaoer was still a little puzzled.

"Why did Uncle Shi suddenly think of this question?"

Cheng Lu said calmly: "Because it's too smooth." ”

Lu Xiaoer thought back to the attack of the demon clan in the past two days, and said softly: "How can it go well? ”

Cheng Lu stood in the spring breeze with a negative sword, and said indifferently: "It is always the cloud that the town wins, and the right amount always appears outside the town." He always fights until late at night and leaves. ”

Cheng Lu said that she didn't know what she remembered, turned her head to look at the little boy on the side, and said very vividly.

"It's like you met a little girl in the world, you like her very much, and she didn't refuse you, but she has always maintained a relationship with you, and from time to time she has to run over and call her brother twice pitifully, which makes you feel very tossing and turning and ruthless to let go."

“.......”

Lu Xiaoer stood silently on the ridge of the eaves.

Cheng Lu said very calmly: "The feeling that the White Deer Demon Clan gives me is like this. ”

Although this Liuyun Sword Cultivator walks in the world very peacefully, he is probably born in a killer land, and his sense of smell is always more sensitive.

When he got up early in the morning and greeted the spring breeze that smelled of blood but still made people feel comfortable, he suddenly thought of such a question.

One of the most crucial factors in war is to anticipate the enemy's chances.

Although Cheng Lu had not experienced war, he was also keenly aware of these things.

It was early in the morning that he and Simon watched the world in the town for a long time and calmed down, and finally Simon decided to take the heavenly prison officials to explore the past more deeply in the territory of Bailu.

Then, the little boy came with a sword in his hand and asked the question.

Although Cheng Lu's analogy made Lu Xiaoer very shy.

But the heaviness quickly dispelled everything.

The little boy looked at this uncle with a solemn expression.

"If they don't come, where will they go?"

Cheng Lu didn't speak for a long time, but said softly: "Shanyue City is empty. ”

Just as Simon said at the beginning.

When the situation in Shanyue is calm, he will rush to the aid of Bailu with the Lingnan Sword Sect.

Thinking about it now, maybe those sword cultivators are already on their way to Bailu.

The terrain in Shanyue is complex, with many high mountains and strange peaks, which are easy to defend and difficult to attack, and there are some things hidden in those mountains and forests, which are naturally extremely difficult to discover.

Lu Xiaoer stood there in a daze.

After the mountain moon, there is Lingnan.

......

When Lu Xiaoer brought the news back to the courtyard, whether it was Yuan Sanzhou or Nandao, they were as stunned as a little boy.

Lu Xiaoer stood at the gate of the courtyard with his sword in his hand, and said softly: "It's just that this is just Uncle Cheng Lu's speculation, Lord Ximen hasn't come back yet, maybe it's just that we are thinking too much." ”

These are probably just some words of consolation.

Yuan Sanzhou sat on the edge of the wall a little dazedly.

And the South Island is silent under the umbrella.

Although the worst may not necessarily come, once it comes, the consequences will be extremely serious.

Yuan Sanzhou didn't know what to think, jumped off the wall, and then walked to the gate of the courtyard, opened the door and looked outside, and closed the door again.

The practitioners outside the courtyard were still walking quietly in the spring breeze through the alleys, or sitting under some trees and pranayama.

Such a thing, naturally, they don't know yet.

Maybe it's not appropriate for more people to know about it.

Although Lu Xiaoer is just a young man, he is also relatively calm, and naturally he did not publicize the things that Cheng Lu said to him.

This made this First Peak disciple breathe a sigh of relief.

As a sword cultivator at the right time in Lingnan, Yuan Sanzhou naturally experienced more.

Some worries are something that people at the top should consider, and if they fall to the bottom, they are likely to cause riots.

In terms of retreating 10,000, even if it is really as Cheng Lu said, the demon clan does have the possibility of going to the mountains and moons, and Yunjue Town cannot give up.

Giving up is equivalent to the opening of Bailu's gateway to the south, and the demon clan can cross that section of Fengqi Ridge without any hindrance and enter the territory of Nanyi City.

This would have a very serious impact on the situation in the South as a whole.

The matter of the mountains and the moon is beyond the reach of the whip of Yunjue Town.

So for now, they could only wait quietly for the news of the Heavenly Hell to come back from the depths of Bailu.

......

The Heavenly Prison Officials were approaching the northwest of Bailu among the mountains and forests that were not very towering in the world.

Simon is also walking with a knife in this quiet world.

Passing through many towns, but all of them were empty, and White Deer City was lost, and after a long time, it naturally brought about a complete fall. At the beginning of the story, the world fled to places such as Nanyi or the mountains and moons hanging snow.

Today's white deer can indeed be called a demon land.

Those demon clans with the appearance of the world, no longer hide the demonic power, even if they have left, those demonic powers are still lingering in the spring breeze.

The young ruler of the Heavenly Prison with a broken knife on his back stopped in front of a town west of Bailu.

Behind him, several Heavenly Prison Guards followed vigilantly.

This town is close to the west, and the terrain is naturally not as flat as the middle of Bailu, with many green hills undulating, perhaps the reason why there have been many demon clans staying, during which the demon power is strong and has not dispersed for a long time.

The stone path leading to the town glowed with spring green, but the crevices, like all towns in the south, were tinged with some of the blood that had been deposited.

The spring branches pick up blood and tremble in the wind.

The world has resisted, but it has probably ended up defeating miserably.

One day, the jailer tried to explore the town, but was stopped by Simon with his hand raised.

This young man, who had been in the mountain path outside Nanyi City, was cut off by a finger, stood there quietly, crossed those long stone streets, and fell into the depths of the invisible place.

Zhou Shan stood behind Ximen, saw Ximen like this, raised his hand and held the sword behind him, and pulled it out with a bang, with a solemn expression.

"There's something weird in there, Lord Simon?"

The heavenly prison officials scattered towards the territory of Bailu, and all the way to this point, they were all looking like people going to the empty building, as if those demon clans had all retreated to Bailu City last night.

It was the first town to stop Simon.

Simon did not speak, but after a long silence, he raised his hand and untied the broken knife from behind him, held it in his hand, and then slowly walked towards the town.

Zhou Shan and the other heavenly prison officials also pressed their swords and followed.

The town is peaceful, or rather secluded.

The sound of the spring breeze blowing the street flags and curtains, the sound of falling flowers and leaves behind the courtyard wall, and the sound of water dripping under the eaves.

Everything sounded slowly in a peaceful atmosphere.

The long street is straight, and somewhere at the end, under the archway, it folds into the depths of those green eaves.

It wasn't until here that Zhou Shan and the others heard a very subtle sound, which was blown through the streets by the wind in the sound of those small towns, and fell at their feet like leaves.

Ximen glanced back at Zhou Shan and them, and then looked outside the town, and the latter understood what Simon meant, and stopped holding his sword there.

Simon took the knife in his hand and headed for the corner of the long street.

Around the corner is a wine shop, where the spring breeze blows light curtains around the street, slightly swaggering.

There was a faint figure in it, who seemed to be sitting in the doorway, facing some flickering firelight.

Simon stopped quietly, as if he had a faint smell of wine.

The two of them stood through the curtain like this.

The streets are full of spring breeze and comfortable.

After a long time, Simon put his thumb against the hilt of the knife, stepped forward, and lifted the curtain.

The figure behind the curtain also raised his head and looked at the young man who walked in with a slight smile.

"Simon?"

Obviously, the two did not know each other.

Simon stood in the doorway with a knife in his hand, quietly looking at the woman in the long blue dress.

Among the two, there was a low table with a small stove on it, and a pot of wine and a plate of scattered green plums.

Simon did not know such a woman sitting in front of the hearth.

But that didn't stop him from guessing something.

"White Deer City Lord?"

The woman smiled and said, "Yes." ”

The city lords of Shanyue Bailu City are naturally women.

Ximen was silent for a while, and said softly: "I didn't think that the city lord would be a great demon in the world. ”

In the past thousand years, the world has been in the same stream, and it is naturally difficult to distinguish between humans and demons.

Qin Sang, the city lord of White Deer City, raised his eyebrows and said at this time: "Listening to Lord Ximen's words, it seems that there is some regret? ”

Simon said calmly, "Yes." ”

Qin Sang still smiled between his eyebrows, raised his hand and pinched a green plum on the plate, and looked at it quietly for a long time.

"It's a ridiculous thing to hate green plums and not become green apricots."

The voice of such a big demon woman was very pleasant, but in Simon's ears, it was probably a little harsh.

"People in the world sometimes don't care whether it's a plum or an apricot." Simon calmly looked at this woman who was full of demonic power but also peaceful. "It's just that sometimes, the green plum rolls out of the plate by herself, and there shouts 'I'm a plum, I'm a plum,' and the world feels sorry."

Ximen turned his head to look at the plate of green plums, and said lightly: "It's a pity that in the wind of youth, someone came with blood." So they bit open the plum and found that it was blood-red, and they were surprised to find that ......"

"It turned out to be a blood plum."

Qin Sang's gaze moved away from the green plum in his hand, and landed on the young man in a black robe who was standing with a knife.

Ximen just stood there quietly, and the curtain behind him was swaggering in the spring breeze, so the black robe of the Heavenly Hell also swaggered.

It's like the fire of those tables.

"There is a White Deer Heavenly Prison official in Yunjue Town who has taken away some Heavenly Prison case files. In the interval between the attacks of the demon clan, I once looked through some of them. ”

"Since the beginning of the year 103 of the Great Wind Calendar, White Deer City has begun to make many strange moves against the affairs of the two clans, such as leaking the roster of the demon clan of the city household, such as provoking confrontation between the two clans."

"Initially, no one cared about these things."

Simon stared at the woman in front of him with burning eyes.

"Until Zhang Xiaoyu lit a fire in Shanyue City."

"So the white deer burned it clean."

"The green plum wine cooked by the lord of the city is indeed very tempting, but unfortunately, you are not a green plum or a green apricot, but a blood plum hidden in those green and green and unripe."

The look of surprise on Qin Sang's face gradually faded, and he put down the plum, and the wine jug on the table stove began to gurgle a little, and this White Deer City Lord smiled very indifferently.

"Lord Ximen has been a ranger for many years, and after taking over the Heavenly Prison of Nanyi City, he has also grown very quickly, I thought that the time when you knew some stories would be much later."

Simon said calmly: "The people in the heavenly hell are a little paranoid and crazy, but madness is not stupid, we have always been able to distinguish the truth of the world, when the undercurrent is hidden in the ground, it is naturally difficult for the world to know where they are, but once there is a spring water in the washing away leaves, flowing to the world, the source of the story, will always be slowly discovered." ”

Qin Sang raised his hand, lifted the pot of green plum wine, turned over the two cleaned cups, and said softly: "That's right, so Lord Ximen wants a cup of hot wine to warm up?" ”

Simon is cold in his teeth, and he is cold all over his body.

However, he still refused Qin Sang's invitation to drink.

Qin Sang smiled softly and said, "I heard that last year, Zhuxi in Shanyue City was shocked by Chen Qingshan's poisonous laughter, and Lord Ximen was the same?" ”

Simon didn't speak, just held a knife and quietly looked at the woman in the green dress.

Qin Sang didn't have any annoyance, he just smiled slightly, poured himself a glass of wine, and brought it to his lips to take a sip.

Then he put down the wine glass in his hand and stood up, and Simon found that this demon woman in the world was extremely tall, and when she sat there quietly, such a thing naturally could not be seen, until she stood up and looked at herself quietly.

The gentle and peaceful eyebrows and eyes also became cold.

Condescending and sitting and watching the moon are naturally different feelings.

Simon suddenly felt a lot of pressure fall on his shoulders.

The spring grass is as green as silk, and the Qin mulberry has low green branches.

A low word naturally says a lot of things.

It's not just about height, it's about realm.

Qin Sang quietly looked at the broken knife in Ximen's hand, and his smile slowly faded.

"I heard that Lord Simon's knife is very fast."

Simon didn't know what that meant.

Then the next moment, the room was full of swords.

A green sword suddenly broke through the curtain from the spring breeze and nailed it to the low table, trembling sword, sword intent flowing.

"I don't know how it compares to my sword?"

Qin Sang's words were very calm, but Ximen's sword intent and vitality were all suppressed.

Only then did a hint of surprise flash in the eyes of this young man from the Heavenly Prison.

Suddenly looked up at Qin Sang.

"You used to be a member of the East China Sea Sword Sect?"

Qin Sang raised his hand and pulled out the sword from the low table, raised his hand to caress the sword body, and said calmly: "Whether it's the East China Sea Sword Sect or the White Deer City, it's ......."

Ximen suddenly pulled out the sword from the sheath, but even though Ximen's reaction was already extremely fast, he was suddenly slashed backwards by Qin Sang's sword, and landed on the long street, and his vitality gushed out and fell on the broken knife and inserted into the stone slabs that rippled with the spring breeze, and he could stop his body.

Qin Sang slowly came out of the wine shop with his sword in his hand, standing in the spring breeze of the long street, the green skirt was slightly rippling, and a waterfall of green silk was flying.

"What does this have to do with you, Simon?"

Ximen pulled out his sword from the long street, and the sound of the broken knife was non-stop, but it was the sword intent in those spring breezes.

This White Deer City Lord, the former sword cultivator of the East China Sea Sword Sect, no longer had the intention of smiling and talking mildly in his words at this time, and looked down slightly at Ximen who was coughing up blood with a knife, his eyes were full of indifference.

He walked forward with his sword, stopped in front of Simon, and then raised his sword again.

Simon hurriedly blocked with a sword, but he was still picked open by a sword, and the broken knife fell into the long street, with a loud sound.

The turquoise sword rested on his chest.

"People in the world always think of the same stream, between demons, between people and cultivators, between Huangliang and Huai'an."

Qin Sang looked down at Ximen.

"However, people who are in different streams naturally cannot be in the same stream."

Just like the West Gate and Qin Sang in the spring breeze of the long street.

Contradictions are like spring shoots, which will always break through the ground after some spring rains, pointing at the world with that sharp edge.

Simon sat there stunned.

The undercurrents are not necessarily the same.

For example, Ye Hanzhong, such as Zhang Xiaoyu, and Qin Sang, who is a big demon in the world.

Maybe it's just a pretext.

In the end, each will return to his own sea.

At this point, the heavenly prison officials in Zhou Shan hurriedly came in the midst of those vast and fierce sword intents, and then they saw such a bleak scene.

Qin Sang turned his head and glanced at those Heavenly Prison Officials of the Enlightenment Realm, withdrew his sword, turned around and calmly walked along the Spring Breeze Long Street.

Naturally, this woman did not have any murderous intentions towards Simon.

Zhou Shan and the others wanted to catch up, but they were stopped by Ximen, who had picked up his broken knife.

"Don't go."

Simon coughed and whispered.

"Go again, she'll really kill you."

Simon clutched his chest and looked at the woman in the green dress who was holding the sword and going away with a complicated expression.

Of course, there is more to the world than just the heights on the surface.

The same is true in the shadows.

Although the cultivation talent of the demon clan is often inferior to that of the world, in the long years, there are always some outstanding people.

For example, Qin Sang, who was obviously six stacks up.

Even if Ximen Chenglu didn't choose to follow the tradition of the cultivation world and didn't suppress his own realm, it would be an impossible woman to overcome.

Zhou Shan and the others stood there blankly, looked at Ximen and said, "What should we do next?" ”

Simon took one last look at the human demon who had walked away in the spring breeze, and turned to the south of the town.

"Go back to Yunjue Town, let the people of the Liuyun Sword Sect inform those sword cultivators who came from Shanyue, and return to Shanyue and Lingnan."

Qin Sang's appearance in this small town in the northwest of Bailu naturally represents a lot of things.

Whether it was a soft or cold word, it was a warning to Simon and Hell that they were not allowed to move forward.

Maybe it's just a maze, but Simon has to consider the consequences of Shanyue falling into the hands of the demon clan.

Once they really defend the city in the mountains.

The momentum of the demon clan will only become more and more out of control.