The flowing clouds of the Liuyun Mountain Range are not talking about the clouds in the sky, but the ancient sword sect, which used to be like a swordsman.

In the years following the first formation of that ancient sword sect, it was once the most glorious sword sect in the world.

Back then, there was no Grinding Sword Cliff, no Lingnan, let alone places like the Human Sword Sect and the East China Sea Sword Sect.

Those who wield swords like to wear white.

So the swordsman went to and from the mountains like a cloud.

It's just that although Liuyun of the Liuyun Sword Sect is a swordsman, such a continuous and huge mountain land, things like clouds and mist are naturally indispensable.

Heading into the depths of those rolling mountains, when you reach some peaks, the clouds are as snowy as snow, and you can roll back and forth, quite quietly.

Fuyuntai is such a place.

This natural stone platform, which is thousands of feet high and about hundreds of feet wide, is like a window that has been pushed open, and stands on the mountainside of that high mountain.

It is said that the name of Hanging Snow City came from here.

The clouds and mist are surging on the high platform, just like pushing the window to hang snow, and seeing the world is clear.

It's a pity that there is no quiet and cold fairy figure below, combing lonely makeup, and holding his cheeks in a daze there, otherwise it may be another grand scene.

There was a man wearing a cyan robe, but carrying a sword from the Sword Sect, who was walking towards the mountain.

When I looked up, I didn't see a woman holding her hair in the cloud forest like a quiet window under the floating cloud platform, and naturally felt very regretful.

So he walked over there very calmly.

The affairs of the two clans in the south are quite serious, so there are not many sword cultivators in the Liuyun Mountain Range.

Beyond the Floating Cloud Terrace and continuing upward, it was the Liuyun Sword Sect that used to be the number one sword sect in the world.

Chen Huaifeng walked a long way up, until he finally met a disciple of the Sword Sect who was patrolling the mountain on the regular stone steps of the Sword Dao on the side of the Fuyun Terrace.

The outer disciple of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect who was in the beginning of his enlightenment was also looking at this Daoist who wore a Dao robe but was obviously a sharpened sword with a blank expression.

After a few moments, he reacted.

This person should be Chen Huaifeng, who had some topics in the world some time ago.

This is a great way to repair.

So even if this is the mountain of the Liuyun Sword Sect, the outer disciple did not draw his sword to stop it, after all, there is not only the Qingtian Dao behind the people, but also the Human Sword Sect.

The young disciple held the sword in his hand, saluted, and said very respectfully, "Is there anything wrong with the seniors coming up to the mountain?" ”

Chen Huaifeng also returned the salute, and then stood fluttering on the kendo robe on his back, and said slowly: "I'm going to the Night Rain Cliff." ”

The young disciple was obviously stunned for a moment, and looked at Chen Huaifeng silently for a long time, but didn't ask anything, just nodded.

"Okay, senpai."

Then this young disciple cultivated a book with sword intent and sent it into the depths of the white clouds behind him.

Not long after, a sword light came, and landed on the sword path, it was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, carrying a sword on his back was very old-fashioned, without too much emotion, and saluted: "Senior, please come with me." ”

Chen Huaifeng calmly followed.

This is an inner disciple.

As the only place where the world can learn swords, the Liuyun Sword Sect is naturally more cumbersome than the ten-year Sword Sect of the Human Sword Sect in terms of these things.

There is not only a division of ranks, but also a corresponding disciple robe system.

Although Chen Huaifeng didn't deliberately understand it, looking at the more complicated cloud pattern decoration on the young disciple's clothes, he naturally knew that this was an inner disciple.

The realm is higher, probably around the snow realm.

Chen Huaifeng didn't care either, after all, the Liuyun Sword Sect was also one of the three major sword sects in the world, and it was reasonable to produce some top-grade sword cultivators.

The two of them walked all the way towards the depths of the clouds, and after crossing the distance on the mountainside, the clouds and mist that permeated the foot of the mountain dispersed a lot, so the appearance of this Sword Sect was gradually revealed in Chen Huaifeng's eyes.

The green mountains stretch, during which the sword pavilion and the snow mist green forest cover each other, there are countless suspension bridges in the mountains, there are many majestic sword flats located in those mountains or cliffs, although the things in the south are cumbersome, but there are still some disciples who are practicing swords in the sword flat, as for the people who practice Tuna, there are few, probably all go to the land of Zhucheng.

Not to deceive the young in the world is naturally something that the entire cultivation world follows.

Chen Huaifeng looked at the teenagers in the sword flat, but sighed a little.

Naturally, I don't sigh at my years.

The Human Sword Sect and the Liuyun Sword Sect are naturally different, such a Sword Sect garden, there is not even a sword ping, when learning the sword, if Cong Blade is not lazy, he is interested in teaching a lesson, if Cong Blade sleeps a lot, it is a lesson taught by the senior brothers.

Chen Huaifeng was naturally lucky, at that time, Cong Blade was rarely a little active, so he let him cultivate his sword in a pool.

Later, because of his outstanding talent, Zhang Xiaoyu was also taught by Cong Blade himself, as for the later little boy Hu Lu, Cong Blade sometimes taught a teaching, and more often, it was lost to Zhang Xiaoyu, a former disciple of the Sword Sect.

So what did Chen Huaifeng sigh about?

Probably the old nostalgic boyhood wind.

The young man on the side, who looked very old-fashioned and upright, Jian Xiu, looked at the thirty-two-year-old man.

Well, maybe thirty-three.

Probably that sigh did attract his attention.

It's just that compared to that sigh, this young man may be more curious about why Chen Huaifeng, a disciple of the Human Sword Sect, came to the Liuyun Sword Sect and went to the Night Rain Cliff.

Night rain bells.

That's the killer sword.

This was the first time that the boy had seen someone from the Human Sword Sect running to that kind of place.

Such a person who went to the north as a sword cultivator, but became a Qingtian Dao Daoist, and then came to the Liuyun Sword Sect, is undoubtedly an extremely strange thing.

It's just that the young man didn't think much about it, let alone ask, just led the way quietly with his sword on his back.

The two of them crossed several mountain suspension bridges until they reached a cliff surrounded by several clear streams, and the young man stopped, stood at the end of the suspension bridge, and saluted Chen Huaifeng.

"Ahead is the Night Rain Cliff, senior."

"Thank you."

The young sword cultivator obviously didn't plan to move on, and Chen Huaifeng didn't care, and walked along those streams towards the cliff.

It's just that the places responsible for the killers are not on the cliff, but under the cliff.

Turning the corner, on the back of the cliff, there is a cliff road down into the valley, several blue and black pavilions stand quietly, those clear streams flow from the edge of the cliff to the eaves, quite the meaning of night rain.

Before Chen Huaifeng approached, a forty-year-old sword cultivator who looked like a steward held an umbrella and greeted him through those streams, and said with a slight smile: "Why is Senior Brother Chen here today?" ”

Chen Huaifeng glanced at the sword cultivator in front of him who was amiably like ten catties of Heavenly Hell Jane, and then raised his head and looked over the umbrella and looked towards those black pavilions, this was not a lively place. The people of the Liuyun Sword Sect are sometimes killers, and sometimes they are just sword cultivators. There are some sword corrections sitting upstairs, and some holding umbrellas shuttling between the pavilions, but it is quite a bit of the mood of the night rain.

"I want to buy a man's life."

Chen Huaifeng lowered his head and looked at the sword cultivator again.

Jian Xiu, the steward of Night Rain Cliff, said with a smile: "Who? ”

Chen Huaifeng said calmly: "Zhang Xiaoyu, 100,000 guan." ”

The forty-year-old man was not surprised, just groaned a little, and then said slowly: "The price is naturally okay, but Zhang Xiaoyu is a person, it is difficult to kill, after entering the Great Dao, his realm has improved too quickly, and the risk is too great, maybe no one may be willing to take the order." ”

Chen Huaifeng wore a cyan Dao robe and fell in the mist of the stream that hit the eaves and scattered like rain, and gradually had some different shades of color, and the sword behind him that had not been used for a long time was also hanging a lot of water droplets, this Taoist said lightly: "It's okay, the Liuyun Sword Sect only needs to add this task." ”

Chen Huaifeng said, took down the sword behind him again, and stood on top of those cyan cliffs.

"There's a pro that you need to use this sword to kill him."

The steward Jian Xiu looked at this Taoist quietly for a long time, and then said with some puzzlement: "Why doesn't Senior Brother Chen go by himself?" ”

Chen Huaifeng said calmly: "Because I am a Taoist. ”

He was no longer a disciple of the Human Sword Sect, but a disciple of the Qingtian Dao, so naturally he had many reasons to kill such a white-clothed sword cultivator.

This was also the reason why he came to the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect.

Steward Jian Xiu didn't say anything more.

Chen Huaifeng turned around and walked along the cliff road where he came.

"Release it today, and I'll bring money tomorrow."

"Okay."

......

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

The one patrolling Fuyuntai today is no longer the outer disciple of yesterday.

But yesterday the Human Sword Sect.... Qingtian Dao Chen Huaifeng went up the mountain to the night rain cliff, has spread, I heard that he wants to buy Zhang Xiaoyu's life with 100,000 yuan, this is undoubtedly an extremely high price, but yesterday may be the reason for rushing from the north, the Taoist did not bring money, so he said that he would come today to give the deposit.

Therefore, the outer disciples who patrolled this side today paid special attention to this mountain of clouds and mist.

It's not just such news, it's very shocking.

In the same way, the cultivation of the Great Dao is not so common.

What's more, this person is still a disciple of the Human Sword Sect, and he was personally included in the view by the Qingtian Dao Bai Yuyu, which has the meaning of becoming the next generation of Qingtian Dao Master.

So that sword cultivator really wanted to see if Chen Huaifeng was different from ordinary people with three heads and six arms.

It's just that he has been waiting from early morning to evening, and those clouds have begun to shine on this cloudy green mountain, and he still hasn't seen such a Taoist appear.

I couldn't help but have some doubts in my heart, didn't he come?

When he was holding his sword and thinking like this on the mountain road, he saw that the disciple from yesterday had come to take over, and his expression was quite strange.

This disciple hurriedly ran over and asked.

"Why do you have such an expression, is Chen Huaifeng really not coming?"

The disciple pondered for a moment and said, "Here it is." ”

The mountain patrol disciple was stunned for a moment.

"Then why didn't I see it?"

The successor disciple said with a strange expression: "Because he did not come from Fuyuntai, but from the North Mountain Gate." ”

Fuyuntai used to be the place where the successive sect masters of the Liuyun Sword Sect saw the world, although because the current sect master Chen Yunxi could not cultivate in the hidden world, this high platform has been cold for a long time, but naturally it is still a place where the world comes to visit.

Just as when Han Cicada ascended the throne in the south, Cheng Lu conveyed Chen Yunxi's words to the cultivators under the mountain on the stage.

Coming from Fuyuntai and coming from Beishan Gate naturally have different meanings.

The mountain patrol disciple's eyes suddenly widened, he took a deep breath, and said with some expectation: "You mean? ”

The disciple who came to take over said with certainty: "Yes, we are probably going to call him Senior Brother Chen." ”

The North Mountain Gate is the place where the new generation of disciples enters.

"Early this morning, he came to the Sword Sect, registered the roster at the mountain gate, and became a new disciple of the outer sect for one thousand and four years, and added a Liuyun sword robe to that robe."

“...... And then what? ”

"Then, then he went to receive the sword technique of the Liuyun Sword Sect, received the sword, and practiced the sword on the sword flat for a day, and now I don't know where it is."

The Mountain Patrol Disciple stood there silently.

After a long time, he said, "So what the hell are the seniors going to do?" ”

Although Chen Huaifeng was really an outer disciple of the Liuyun Sword Sect, in the face of such a Great Dao cultivator, these two were naturally embarrassed to really call them junior disciples.

The disciples who came to change classes looked up at the sky and sighed.

"How do I know?"

......

The sword cultivator, the steward of the Night Rain Cliff, looked at the sword cultivator who came in the twilight of the mountain road with a complicated expression.

Chen Huaifeng was tall, even if he was wearing the most ordinary outer disciple robe, it was difficult for people not to pay attention to the existence of such a sword cultivator.

What's more, the things he has done, it's hard not to see him.

Above the Night Rain Cliff, there were many curious sword corrections holding their swords and looking at them.

Night Rain Cliff is certainly not a forbidden place.

It's just that there is such a thing as a killer, and many people have some resistance in their hearts.

This is also the reason why the inner disciple stopped at the end of the suspension bridge yesterday.

But today he also came.

was mixed in with those sword cultivators, and looked at this sword cultivator who could be called a slave of the three surnames for a long time.

Of course, no one would really belittle Chen Huaifeng because of these things.

Even if he is a fool, he can see that Chen Huaifeng is doing something here.

Chen Huaifeng wore the barren outer disciple robe, walked all the way through those cliff roads, and then stopped at the steward sword cultivator who was still holding an umbrella through the stream and rain like yesterday, holding the very ordinary iron sword, and bowed.

"Chen Huaifeng, an outer disciple, has seen my uncle."

The Night Rain Cliff in the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect is naturally an extremely extensive existence.

From the cultivation of the Great Dao such as the Cold Cicada Ye Hanzhong, to the disciples of the outer sect, they can all come here to take on some hunting tasks, and it is naturally impossible to be ordinary with the sword of the steward in such a place.

“......”

After a long silence, the forty-year-old steward finally looked at Chen Huaifeng, who had regained his identity as a sword cultivator, and said slowly, "What are you doing here?" ”

Chen Huaifeng's gaze fell on the sword he had left here yesterday.

The word senior brother on the sword is still with a ticking stream.

Then he said softly: "I heard that there was an additional task with a bounty of 100,000 yuan in the night rain cliff yesterday......"

Chen Huaifeng looked at the steward and said sincerely: "If no one answers, I want to try." ”

There was a dead silence up and down the cliff.

In fact, when Chen Huaifeng came towards the Night Rain Cliff wearing the disciple clothes of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, the speculation that had been noisy in this Flowing Cloud Mountains for a day already had an answer.

So it took a big turn.

Chen Huaifeng just wanted to have an identity for himself, to kill such a white-clothed sword cultivator who lit a mountain fire in the world.

And he chose the Night Rain Cliff of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect.

Such a killer creek cliff.

Receiving an order means not dying.

The steward looked at this outer disciple meaningfully for a long time.

The latter took out a money bag from his bosom.

"Here's 30,000."

30,000 runs, naturally it is the commission of the night rain cliff.

If it was like Chen Qingshan, who directly crossed the night rain cliff and found the cicada, then naturally these things would not be needed.

From beginning to end, Chen Huaifeng only prepared 30,000 pieces.

30,000 guan to buy an identity.

Quite generous, indeed.

No wonder the prime minister thought he was charming at the beginning.

The person in charge didn't take the bag full of silver tickets, but just stood there and looked at Chen Huaifeng for a long time.

For Night Rain Cliff, 30,000 is naturally more than just buying an identity.

It also represents the beginning of the transaction.

Just as the chilling cicada said at the beginning.

Once the people of the Liuyun Sword Sect take the order, if it is not completed and the killer dies, then the Liuyun Sword Sect will continue to chase and kill, even if it is all the way to Chen Yunxi.

The steward Jian Xiu didn't care about it yesterday, because he knew very well that no one in the Sword Sect would pick up such a tricky list.

Mountains and rivers view three masters, Li Shi, Chen Qingshan, Zhang Xiaoyu. Naturally, no one is easy to match.

It's just that he didn't expect that Chen Huaifeng would enter in person, put on the disciple robe of the Liuyun Sword Sect, and come to the Night Rain Cliff to take orders.

After a long time, the steward Jian Xiu sighed, turned to look at the sword inserted in the cliff road, and said softly: "Good Chen Huaifeng, you are going to pull our Night Rain Cliff into the water." ”

It's just that some things have already been completed.

The Flowing Cloud Sword Sect's thousand-year-old signboard, if it was a last resort, it would naturally not terminate that mission.

If today's events were to spread out, the world would think that the Liuyun Sword Sect was afraid of Zhang Xiaoyu.

Chen Huaifeng just stood there calmly.

After a long time, the steward Jian Xiu seemed to have made up his mind, turned around and took the money in Chen Huaifeng's hand, and then threw a Ming Emperor coin to this Liuyun Jian Xiu, who was both an employer and a killer.

"This order is cautious and has no deadline." The steward Jian Xiu looked at Chen Huaifeng and said in a deep voice, "Rest until you die." ”

This tall sword cultivator hugged his sword and saluted.

"The disciple receives the order."

The steward Jian Xiu held an umbrella and walked towards the Chengxi Pavilion under the Night Rain Cliff.

"Take the sword."

The sword that Chen Huaifeng left yesterday appeared in the twilight in the rain and with the departure of the steward sword cultivator.

That's the wolfberry sword of the past.

The current senior brother sword.

Senior brother naturally has a lot of things to bear.

This is also the reason why Chen Huaifeng has obviously entered the place of Qing cultivation, but still turns around and comes south.

There are some stories, although the master and brother made mistakes.

But the senior brother naturally needs to take on some responsibilities.

Chen Huaifeng stepped forward, perhaps thinking about the years when he sat on the tomb mountain against the sword a long time ago.

He looked at the sword silently for a long time.

Then he reached out and took the scabbard of the sword, pulled it out of the cliff, and turned to pick up the sword in the twilight.