High mountains and deep forests, naturally can hide many things, such as the army from the darkness of the darkness.

But the same.

That can also be some good wood.

The boy stood on the top of the mountain, silently watching the secret that had been isolated and hidden.

Therefore, the demon clan has been staying in the white deer, naturally not to make it difficult for those sword cultivators in the world to take care of the beginning.

They just hid in these mountains and forests, cutting down wood for boats.

Farther away, on the edge east of those mountains and forests, there were many demon clans who were working together to carry those wooden boats in the direction of east of Bailu.

The boy stood here blankly.

He never thought that the story of the demon clan would be like this.

If they were going to the mountains and moons, he could hold an umbrella with his sword and single-handedly stop them all.

The wind and snow do not have to fall on the world, it is the real wind and snow.

When the world is afraid of wind and snow, it doesn't matter if it falls or not.

When he came with Qin Sang before, he also thought so.

In other words, even if they don't go to Shanyue, but are always preparing to break through Yunjie Town, the young man will choose to force this torrent to stop in the world when he comes here with an umbrella.

Zhang Xiaoyu deceived the teenager's stories.

Naturally, the teenager was also angry.

It's just that when Nandao stood on the cliff and looked at the demon clan who were silently cutting down ancient trees and preparing to cross the far sea in the midst of the mountains and forests, he was suddenly a little overwhelmed.

How can you be like this?

It was as if he had mustered up enough courage, burned the sea of gods, and replaced a sword, but there was nowhere for that sword to fall.

The young man was a little silent and a little lost and stepped back, leaned down on the edge of a mountain rock, and looked at the woman in green clothes in a daze.

Qin Sang said very calmly: "This dish of the demon clan is not to your liking? ”

Only then did the boy feel a chill in his body, the wound on his shoulder, so he silently took his sword and cut off some of his clothes, burned the wound with the fire of his sword, and then bandaged it with his clothes.

Nandao held his wound and said softly: "Last year I had a friend who had a lot of biographies, and there were always some frustrated people, embarrassed people, extremely ugly people, or people who did all kinds of evil, and they often encountered such things - making themselves look like a clown running around the world. ”

Nan Dao raised his head, looked at the woman in Tsing Yi on the edge of the cliff, and said slowly: "I didn't think I would be too." ”

Qin Sang looked at the young man deeply, turned his head, looked at the demon clans who were busy and ready to leave the northern land at any time, and said slowly, "What did you think when you came?" ”

Nandao put down the sword in his hand and leaned against the mountain rock and looked up at the sky.

"If you really go to the mountains and moons, I will naturally stop you, and the worst result is that I let that wind and snow come to the world, and since then this land has been as silent as snow."

"Or if you are afraid of the wind and snow and stop, I will cross the road to the mountains and forests like a hero, and leave the story to others to solve."

Minamijima said, laughing softly and exhaling heavily.

"Do you know? When I was in Yunjue Town, when I heard Senior Brother Cheng Lu and Ximen say that the demon clan might go to Shanyue, I really thought about such an exciting picture on the way back to the courtyard. At that time, my whole body was shivering, and my underwear was soaked, as if I was finally going to make up for the guilt that I had hidden in Nanyi City......"

Qin Sang didn't speak.

Nandao was also silent.

It was a long time before the young man under the umbrella whispered, "That's fine." Who wants to really hold a sharp blade beyond experience and fall into the world? ”

"But I still don't understand."

Nandao looked at the woman in Tsing Yi again.

"Where can you go when you cross the sea? Although I am only a short-sighted teenager, I also know that there is no end to the 490,000 miles beyond the East China Sea. The same is true of the endless oceans. ”

"Go to the sorghum."

Qin Sang said very calmly.

Nandao looked at her for a long time, and then said slowly: "And then? Like that story from a thousand years ago? ”

The boy returned to the edge of the cliff and looked down.

The picture of those demon clans cutting wood for boats.

In fact, it is still full of trepidation and uneasiness.

It's something that is far above anger.

Qin Sang quietly looked at the pictures under the high mountain, and then said calmly: "The decision of the demon clan thousands of years ago may be the truly correct choice. ”

"The demon lord spent too little time in the human world back then, compared to the long history of the human world, it was like a drop in the ocean, so he would have hope in the human world. But we've passed ..... millennium."

Nandao recalled the picture he saw in Nanyi City at the beginning, and said softly: "Isn't it a good life in this thousand years? ”

Qin Sang turned his head to look at the young man under the umbrella, and said lightly: "You are a member of the world, you will naturally feel very good, how obediently the demon clan flows in it, obliterates its own characteristics, hides all its unique style, and laughs and scolds you like a world-but do you think it is really a comfortable thing to hide your ears in your hat forever?" ”

The demon race in the world is like the world, and it has been like this for thousands of years.

Nandao stood there in silence.

After a long time, he said slowly: "I haven't experienced it, I don't know." ”

Naturally, the teenager didn't know.

"But I know it's not a pleasure to hold an umbrella for a long time."

Qin Sang turned his head and glanced at the umbrella in the young man's hand.

After seeing the wind and snow sword intent at that moment, the woman in Tsing Yi never touched the umbrella again.

"But sympathy for the sick will never be a reason to sympathize with a war."

Nandao stood on the edge of a cliff, blowing the spring breeze.

"There are some things, why can't they be resolved peacefully?"

Qin Sang said in a low tone, "How do you think it can be solved?" ”

The boy fell silent.

He really didn't know how to face such a story of the two races that had been entangled for thousands of years.

"Green apricots, green plums, and blood plums."

Qin Sang also said something that Nandao couldn't understand.

This was Simon's original refutation of her words.

"It is impossible for two different fruits to grow on the same tree. Therefore, some wildfires are always going to start, whether I am good or bad, just taking advantage of the situation. ”

Nandao was silent for a long time, and said softly: "What you said is wrong, peach blossoms can grow on other trees." For example, if you take a peach branch and stick it in the trunk of an apricot tree, when those wounds are healed, you can see the peach blossoms blooming with the apricot blossoms. ”

Qin Sang said unmoved: "Peach blossom and apricot blossom, can't speak, but the world will, the demon clan will." If there are words and thoughts, there will be disagreements, and if there are hands and feet, and there will be weapons, there will be wars. ”

"But there are differences in the world, Huangliang and Huai'an have fought for thousands of years, but they still live together in the world, and when there is no war, people will not have a very bad attitude towards those who are called different."

Qin Sang turned his head and looked at the young man who no longer tried to bring the wind and snow, but tried to convince himself.

"You seem to hate this story?"

Nandao was silent, and then finally some very depressed thoughts came up.

"I used to call Senior Brother Zhang Xiaoyu."

A lot of things are coming to light.

Qin Sang said thoughtfully: "It seems that you should have been deceived by him. ”

"Yes."

The two stood silently on the high cliff.

The spring breeze that came from afar smelled of war.

Nandao turned his head to look into the distance.

It seems that some sword light is faintly visible.

Those sword cultivators and Northern Witch Dao people in Cloud Absolute Town seem to have gone deep into Bailu.

"It's hard for us to stop." Qin Sang looked into the distance with a calm expression. "The wildfire ignited anger on both sides. War is like a bloodthirsty shark that does not stop until it is exhausted. ”

"Everyone in the world has a position, and if the truth is not clear, then leave it to silence. Facing each other across the sea is the best choice between the two races. ”

Qin Sang turned his head to look at the young man.

"You go, take your wind and snow, go somewhere else, this mountain fire, you don't need such a wind and snow to quell it. The wind and snow turn into wind and blood, which only ignites a more violent and uncontrollable wildfire. ”

Nandao stood there silently, holding his peach blossom sword and holding his big black umbrella.

I don't know why, when he heard such a sentence, he suddenly felt isolated and abandoned.

It took a long time before Nandao said softly: "Sometimes in the world, you actually need some wind and snow. ”

When Qin Sang heard such a sentence, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the young man with shock in his eyes.

The boy had already let go of the umbrella.

The February blizzard is slowly gathering strength.

Nandao looked at the woman in Tsing Yi calmly.

"Since the predecessor is the cultivation of the Great Dao, then the sword light should be very fast."

The boy looked up at the sky.

The black umbrella was already at his feet.

"Then I will trouble the seniors, just like Senior Brother Cheng Lu told you something, go and tell everyone."

Nandao chuckled softly, snow on the sword in his hand.

"Please ask them to stop, otherwise, I will take this snowstorm and walk all over Bailu."

Qin Sang looked at this young man deeply, and the chill in those winds and snows always fell on the person standing tallest first.

Some wind and snow sword marks had gradually taken shape in her divine sea, as if they would fall at any time.

Then the woman in Tsing Yi turned into a sword light and disappeared on the high cliff.

On top of the cliffs.

The boy crossed his knees and sat down quietly.

........

Ximen and the others approached White Deer City, and then encountered a large army of demon clans.

They never thought that there were still so many demon clans hidden in the depths of Bailu, which they had never really set foot in.

Does that mean that the demon clan has never gone towards the mountains and moons?

From beginning to end, their purpose is still in Cloud Absolute Town?

Simon's lips and teeth were cold.

Naturally, there weren't many cultivators guarding that pass.

In the midst of such a stream, it is obvious that there is an existence that will be quickly submerged.

It's just that those demon clans obviously don't intend to let go of these cultivators who rushed into the demon land.

Extremely brazenly rushed to kill.

The land of the plains will naturally become the most advantageous battlefield for these vast demon clans.

So Simon and the others were like some lonely islands, barely supporting themselves and not being washed away.

Liuyun Sword Cultivators and Dao people are in the outermost part of it, and the Northern Witch Dao is surrounded by it.

It may seem like a sturdy thing, but it's clear to everyone that nothing is inexhaustible.

When the vitality in the sea of gods is exhausted, the power of the witches and ghosts in the Wu River fades.

They will be swallowed up by the demon army.

Simon stood silently in the middle of the battlefield.

The story was naturally different from what they had thought.

Who would have thought that those demon clans had really never left White Deer City?

The clamor of war overshadowed all thoughts.

The machines engraved with sermons on the head of the White Deer City made an extremely terrifying sound.

The Ximen horizontal sword stood in the northernmost part of the line, ready to meet the long-distance suppression of those defending equipment.

However, after a long time, no movement was heard.

For some reason, the demon clan suddenly began to retreat.

The eyes of these cultivators from Cloud Absolute Town lit up.

Could it be that the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect further north has already arrived?

They pulled themselves together and began to push forward, intending to slow down the pace of those demon armies.

Simon thought the same thing at first, but soon, Simon's expression changed.

Suddenly a sword came to the world.

Forcibly broke through all the attacks of those sword cultivators.

The mighty demonic power and sword intent fell to the center of the battlefield together.

It was a turquoise sword.

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

Qin Sang, who cultivated the Six Stacks of Great Dao, appeared in the middle of the battlefield.

Separate the two.

"Stop fighting."

Qin Sang's voice was very calm.

Simon was about to ask something, but his expression suddenly turned to look at the west of Bailu.

There is a sense of wind and snow in the world.

This sword cultivator, who had been in Nanyi City at the beginning, naturally understood something, but between his expressions, he was obviously still a little incredulous.

Because of those winds and snow, they are spreading towards this battlefield dozens of miles away.

It used to be ten miles of snow, but it naturally doesn't mean that it will always be ten miles of snow.

Perhaps Nandao himself had never imagined such a scene.

Maybe it was because he didn't enter the white clothes at the beginning, and ten miles was an extremely long distance.

And now he's diagonal.

So the wind and snow are spreading.

Ximen didn't think much about it, turned to look at everyone behind him, and said in a deep voice: "Return to Yunjue Town!" ”

Such a change was obviously something that no one expected.

The two sides of the battlefield, which were still inseparable, suddenly left in a hurry.

Qin Sang stood in the midst of the blood all over the ground, looking up at the wind and snow above his head quietly, the sword intent on the green branch sword wandered around, surrounding his body, ready to fall towards the high cliff at any time - if that young man was deceiving himself.

Nandao naturally would not lie to Qin Sang.

The snow didn't really fall on the earth.

Soon after the snow rose, it slowly dissipated between heaven and earth.

The spring light of the world once again fell on this city of plains.

......

Cheng Lu carried the sword on his back and came towards the high mountain, looked at the pale young man on the cliff, and sighed.

"Why do you have to do that?"

Nandao didn't speak, just sat under an umbrella and calmed down.

When he was in Heavenly Town, he told Cao Weiying about such a snowstorm.

The sword intent in his own divine sea is an anchor point.

If it weren't for the five thousand words of the green cow suppressed on that sword intent, Nandao was afraid that Shenhai would have been shattered by that out-of-control sword intent at this moment.

How much wind and snow can be felt in the world, this young man who has lived under an umbrella for a long time will only feel more.

When the wind and snow began to appear, Cheng Lu found the location of the young man and turned into sword light.

It took a long time before Nan Dao looked at the black-clothed short-haired sword cultivator and said softly, "Senior brother, aren't you afraid that I will really let go of the umbrella?" ”

Naturally, Nandao regained his grip on the umbrella early.

But what if not?

Cheng Lu said calmly: "If you don't pick up the umbrella on the ground, my sword will appear in your heart." If I can abandon my umbrella once, I can abandon my umbrella countless times, and I can solve such a problem for the world, I don't think death is a very heavy thing. ”

Nandao was silent for a while, and said softly, "So I'm glad I picked up the umbrella." ”

Cheng Lu turned his head to look at the world, looking at the demon clans who were busy in the mountains and forests.

"I'm glad you put down your umbrella for a short time, so I can see these things."

Before Cheng Lu's words fell, a touch of blue light fell towards this high cliff.

This Seven Realms Sword Cultivator from the Liuyun Sword Sect looked at the six-stacked sword cultivator who had stopped on the cliff, and said extremely calmly: "I finally know why the demon clan is hiding, it turns out that you plan to cross the sea and leave this world. It's just the lord of the castle....."

Cheng Lu's words were low and slow, but they were also extremely firm.

"That's not okay either."

"The world will not allow such a race, which may become the greatest enemy of the world at any time, to survive in peace outside the world."

Cheng Lu's words were like the sword of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, with a chill of night rain.

"You must live in the world."

Qin Sang listened to the words of this young sword cultivator full of threat, his expression also became gloomy, and the green branch sword around him continued to roar.

"Do you want to die?"

Cheng Lu was extremely calm, and the long sword behind him was unsheathed, but it was not aimed at Qin Sang.

It's the boy under the umbrella.

"If you kill me, I will kill my junior brother. The entire Bailu, no one wants to leave alive. ”

The mountain spring breeze fell silent.

Nandao looked at the sword facing him in silence.

I don't know why, he saw many familiar contradictions in his senior brother, just like Zhang Xiaoyu at the beginning.

Perhaps in the face of such a world, no one is inevitably in a dilemma.

It's like something Cheng Lu has been thinking about.

The demon clan can't die too much, but they can't be allowed to rage like this.

As for the demon clan going away, this is even more unacceptable.

That represents a more decisive separation.

So it was he who was worried that Nandao would bring the wind and snow to the world, and now he is the one who wants to bring the wind and snow with his own hands.

Qin Sang looked at this sword cultivator deeply.

All stories shouldn't have been that way.

It's just that there is a young man who holds the wind and snow that shouldn't belong to this world, and through those stories, everything is revealed to the world.

However, there are some things that are naturally not at the mercy of others.

For example, a certain South Island that has been habitually thought of by the world as just a teenager.

The young man who had been sitting on the edge of the cliff suddenly stood up with an umbrella, his figure quickly approached Cheng Lu, and the umbrella in his hand slashed horizontally like a sword, and before Cheng Lu could react, he slashed the sword in his hand off the cliff.

Cheng Lu turned his head and looked at Nandao in a daze.

"It's going to rain, so it's better to be sparse."

Nandao stood there calmly.

"Also, I don't like to be pointed at with a sword, it reminds me of some bad stories."

Just like Qin Sang said.

People in the world always have their own choices.

The teenager may not have been such an option in the first place.

It's just a sword that is pointed at him as a senior brother.

It did remind him of something bad.