After Bailu's voice fell silent, the momentum of the southern demon clan was directly much weaker.

After all, when Bailu fell, many of the southern demon clans rushed to Bailu.

Nandao and Lu Xiaoer went all the way north, all the way to the territory of Hanging Snow, and there were no large-scale conflicts between the two tribes.

It's just that it's easy to punish demons, but it's difficult to calm demons.

It is always much easier to kill a person than to convince a person.

Even if there is no large-scale conflict, there are still small frictions in the world.

In such an atmosphere, there may be some disturbances at any time, leading to another war between the two tribes.

There is already a clear boundary between the demon clan and the world.

The two teenagers were no longer involved in these stories.

The story of the black umbrella and the boy and the wind and snow has been heard in the world.

Nandao was also not sure whether Simon had sent the news to the heavenly hell elsewhere in the world, so he hurried away.

During the spring rains in late February, the two stopped for a moment in a town north of the hanging snow.

When it rains, everyone grows into tall mushrooms. So that kind of black umbrella is no longer unusual.

Nandao folded a peach blossom on the peach trees outside the town that had been washed away by the rain, stood at the door of the wine shop in the south of the town, asked Lu Xiaoer to go in and buy a pot of wine, and asked the shopkeeper to help cook peach blossom wine.

"Is that your brother? Why didn't he come in? ”

Minamijima heard the shopkeeper who was cooking sake in the store ask Landing Juni.

Lu Xiaoer replied: "He likes to watch the rain. ”

"Oh."

The shopkeeper didn't ask any more.

After all, there are more people who like to watch the rain.

The little boy walked out with a pot of hot wine, and opened his umbrella under the eaves, and the two continued to walk towards the north of the town.

Spring rain is dripping.

It's only started to rain in February, so naturally it won't be stuffy.

There was still a chill, so Lu Xiaoer hugged the pot of wine, but he felt extra warm.

It's a feeling I've never felt before.

When he didn't go up the mountain before, he also helped his father buy wine in a town west of Lingnan, but the feeling at that time was commonplace. There has never been a time when I held a jug of wine as if I had all the peace of mind.

It was about that peach blossom that had no other color, and about the blood stains in the town had gradually faded, and the people began to come alive again.

"I just heard someone in the store saying a piece of news."

Lu Xiaoer walked away with the wine for a while, and then remembered to hand it to Nandao, who looked at the little boy's reluctant look, shook his head, and said, "I don't drink it now, you take it first." What is it? ”

Lu Xiaoer took the wine jug in his arms again and walked slowly on the long street.

"There seems to be some war on Qingluo's side."

Nandao thought that it was natural that there would be war, and it was not unusual.

Many of the demon clans in the Hanging Snow Territory have gone to Bailu, and from time to time, some disciples of the Liuyun Sword Sect have negative swords in those mountain towns, so the two of them will seem much more peaceful when they come.

It's just that Lu Xiaoer is not a fool, so obviously this is an unusual story.

"Someone has raised nearly 10,000 righteous troops, and they are exterminating the demon clan everywhere in the world, and the momentum is still rising, causing the Qingluo Rebellion, which has gradually subsided, to ignite the war again."

The South Island walked quietly under the umbrella.

It seems like a story that should have been.

It seems like a story that shouldn't have happened.

After the many sword cultivators of the Liuyun Sword Sect and some of the senior brothers of the Human Sword Sect intervened, they gave those riotous demon clans some blows, and they had already beaten them to their senses. It's like hanging snow.

Although the demon clan is still dormant in the world, they have not re-entered these towns, and even under the suppression and mediation of those sword cultivators, some scattered small settlements of the demon clan have formed outside the town.

But it was also settled, not as turbulent as when the wildfire first started.

In the town where the two of them are located, there are also some Liuyun Sword Cultivators.

The sudden subsidence of the matter of the White Deer Demon Clan in the south also led to a great turning point in the story of the south.

The opening of the demon clan in the plain city, where many southern demon clans gathered, caused the flag that had been raised to suddenly collapse.

This is also an important factor that caused the story of the demon clan to fall silent.

Lu Xiaoer walked on the street with wine in his arms, thought for a long time, and said: "If according to what they said, this is a story that no one wants to see blood and fire, then the story of Qingluo's side is not further deteriorating the relationship between the two clans?" ”

Although the little boy doesn't think of these things, he just has ears, and he can hear them anyway.

Nandao whispered, "Yes." ”

After experiencing that conversation with Qin Sang, Nandao also understood a lot of things.

The human world does not want to really expel such a race, which has gradually become a climate.

Even if they eventually become enemies, they will use the human world as a prison and trap them in between.

Perhaps it is this attitude with maneuverability that will doom the demon clan to not be able to stay in the Youhuang Mountain Range for a long time.

So Shanzhaoshui didn't care about what Qin Sang did, he just said that he would come back in spring and winter.

Because they know that the attitude of the world is not resolute.

There is hope, but the struggle in perdition will be especially painful.

......

The two of them walked silently on the street, and after a long time, Nandao said slowly: "Division.... Zhang Xiaoyu should have gone north. ”

Lu Xiaoer looked at the South Island.

After the young man under the umbrella no longer believed in the senior brother, he looked very resolute.

"That's what he did."

This sentence is very prosaic.

There was no gritted teeth and hatred, and there was no slow and depressed tone.

Just calmly said these five words.

But Lu Xiaoer could hear the resolute meaning in it.

Because this is something that there is no news in the world, and neither of them has seen it with their own eyes.

Nandao said it calmly but with certainty.

"Why is that?"

Lu Xiaoer was very puzzled.

Although he only had a relationship with Zhang Xiaoyu at the beginning, such a name is extremely famous in the south.

The Taoist who came from the view of mountains and rivers turned to cultivate the sword halfway, and called the sky red, entered the avenue, and climbed the cliff master.

Why would such a person do such a thing?

Nandao shook his head and didn't speak.

All he could see was chaos.

But behind the chaos is what he wants, he doesn't know.

Lu Xiaoer didn't continue to ask, but handed the wine jug in his hand to Nandao.

This time, Nandao did not refuse, and took two sips of wine in a wine jug.

"Uncle Shi is going over there?"

Nandao said calmly: "No. ”

Lu Xiaoer looked at the spring rain on the street, but he understood a little.

The South Island really can't go.

Those winds and snows may be able to scare the demon clan and cultivators.

But it doesn't frighten the armies of the world.

The ignorant are fearless.

Unless Nandao really has the determination to completely put down the umbrella in his hand and bury tens of thousands of lives with wind and snow.

He's not crazy.

Sixteen-year-olds can sometimes think of a lot of things.

Holding an umbrella and carrying a pot of freshly boiled peach blossom wine, two teenagers left this human town in the spring rain in February.

......

The year 104, February 25.

The two teenagers appeared on a green hill in Qingluo.

In the distance is a valley where spring breezes, spring rains, spring flowers and spring grasses flourish.

Equally prosperous are many weapons and stumps stuck in the ground like bamboo shoots.

And, of course, a patch of saffron-like blood.

There is a three-way confrontation in the valley.

There are not enough soldiers, but there are many demon rebels.

The demon clan retreated towards the valley in a hurry.

There are also many sword cultivators from the Liuyun Mountain Range.

Those sword cultivators stood between the two, like a barrier, stopping the footsteps of those demon rebels.

The two teenagers on the distant mountain naturally didn't know what kind of conversation would take place there.

It's just that not long after seeing those sword cultivators confronting the rebels, those worlds began to charge.

The sword cultivators had to retreat.

Let them rush towards the demons who are climbing up the valley.

The conflict between the cultivation world and the demon clan is undoubtedly relatively simple.

Because they stand on a high place, they can see a lot of things, and at the same time, they have enough confidence to deal with many changes calmly.

But the world is different, how frightened the demon clan is, they will only be more frightened.

The cultivation world has not really resolved the chaos between the two clans for a long time, and those demon clans who have left the main stream have become a dark cloud in the hearts of the world.

Under long-term repression, it is often easy to produce some uncontrollable emotions.

That kind of emotion made them all raise their swords and axes in the face of those Liuyun Sword cultivators who were usually like gods.

Nandao watched the scene quietly, and then looked into the distance.

Outside the valley, many demon clans are converging, rushing towards one place.

The mountain fire suppressed by the Liuyun Sword Sect was once again ignited in the resistance of those people who were provoked.

Those demon clans were mighty, and they came to this place with a strong demonic power.

Not only Nandao saw this scene, but also those Flowing Cloud Sword Cultivators who retreated to the valley.

They tried to kill some people.

and many were divided.

It's just that these two torrents are obviously extremely difficult to stop.

Everything is converging somewhere.

until the blood flows.

Nandao stood in the green hills, watching quietly, the umbrella bone in his hand trembled slightly—the umbrella naturally did not tremble.

Lu Xiaoer held the sword there, silently looking at the umbrella in Nandao's hand.

Even though the boy said that he would not come at the time, he finally came.

Human beings are naturally duplicitous and contradictory.

It took a long time for Nandao to finally calm down, and he turned and headed towards the mountains.

Lu Xiaoer stood there with some hesitation.

It's just that Nandao didn't go far before he stopped, looked at the little boy who was still watching there, and said softly, "How many sword names have you memorized?" ”

Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and said, "It's not a lot, what's wrong Uncle Shi?" ”

The South Island has not yet answered.

The young boy suddenly understood, and turned to look at the two torrents that were converging.

Summoning the sword is naturally not the same as the edgeworth.

Even if it is Nandao, it is impossible to control too many swords at the same time, especially at a long distance, the sword intent and vitality are far from enough to drive so many swords.

But the summoning sword of the Tianya Sword Sect is okay.

Even Lu Xiaosan could chase Le Chaotian all the way with the name of the sword on his back.

Naturally, there is no need to talk about Lu Xiaoer.

The wind and snow can't scare people, but the sword light can.

Lu Xiaoer suddenly understood what Nandao meant.

Standing in the green mountains, looking at the valley from a distance, I probably felt the thoughts in the young man's heart, that is, the Xiwu Sword behind his back, began to tremble.

Nandao held the umbrella, stood beside Lu Xiaoer, and said softly, "Let's start." ”

So the little boy took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "You don't see ......"

In the spring rain of the world, a sword suddenly broke through the clouds.

A certain sword cultivator standing on the top of the valley suddenly raised his head, looking at the sword that came out of nowhere, with a cold light and a sword intent that had just begun to break through the lake, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Only to sigh again quickly.

What's the use of having only a sword?

However, soon, this sword cultivator was stunned.

In the spring rain, after the disappearance of that one, long swords began to appear continuously.

The sword light is like a stream, like the water of a great river coming up from the sky.

You don't see it, the water of the great river comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns.

When those swords broke through the spring rain brilliantly and fell to the world.

The two torrents finally noticed the vision above the spring dome overhead, and came to a standstill in and out of the valley.

Those Flowing Cloud Sword cultivators also took advantage of the momentum, and with the light of those flowing swords, they drew their swords and stood in the spring rain.

When those sword lights swept through the valley, Lu Xiaoer cut off the connection with those sword lake swords, but it also led to a scene like the Milky Way falling in the distance.

The two torrents began to recede, and they didn't know what was happening.

It's just that apparently such a scene is far more terrifying to them than a cold snowstorm.

It seems that someone came out against the current, holding a sword condensed by sword intent, appeared at the front of the torrent, raised his sword to split a long sword that fell into the valley, and then held the sword as if he was roaring something.

However, such a scene, among those long swords that rained down, was obviously extremely small, and it was not enough to make those people in the world stop retreating.

Perhaps it was the guidance of the sword intent, the man suddenly turned his head and looked at the green mountains in the distance, and vaguely, he seemed to see the two umbrellas there.

It was only when I first saw those two distant figures.

He sensed some snow chills.

Although he wasn't a sword cultivator, but with such a sword in his hand, he could naturally realize what it was.

He hurriedly raised the sword of sword intent in his hand.

Sure enough, the next moment, a blue-black sword fell into the valley, and it happened that the sword was sent on the sword of sword intent, fortunately, the sword intent from Zhang Xiaoyu was quite strong, even if it was difficult to exert all his strength in the hands of the world, it also protected him, and just cut him back.

The man raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, and was about to turn around and call out to those who were still receding.

But I found that those people looked at me with a rather frightened look.

The man suddenly realized something, and raised his hand to his throat.

In the throat of the spring rain, there seems to be something sticky.

The man put his finger in front of his eyes, and then he saw a lot of bright red colors.

Not far away, there was a bloody sword of cold light, which was wandering away, and disappeared into the mist of spring rain.

There are many more such swords in the spring rain.

The man's eyes blurred, his neck crooked, and the blood that rushed out fell into the color of his eyes.

Someone took the sword.

It's not a certain sword cultivator, it's just a certain world.

Just as he had taken the sword from the hands of the people in that hall.

.....

Nandao and Lu Xiaoer stood there side by side.

It wasn't Lu Xiaoer who went to memorize the name of the sword at the beginning, but Lu Xiaosan, if it was that little boy who was giggling here, he would probably be able to bring a more gorgeous and useless sword light.

There is a sword cultivator of the Liuyun Sword Sect coming towards this place.

Although Lu Xiaoer cut off the connection between those sword lake swords in time, the trajectory of the sword is naturally traceable.

The sword cultivator of the small Dao realm came to this place, probably with some thoughts to see which senior could use so many swords.

The last time I saw such a scene was on All Souls' Day last year, even if it was in the Liuyun Sword Sect, I could see the flow of ten thousand swords rising in Nanyi City - it was a scene from the autumn water of the Sword Grinding Cliff washing the sword in the world.

It's just that when he saw the two teenagers, he was obviously stunned.

But adhering to the idea that people can't look good, this sword cultivator of the four realms of the small path still hugged his sword and saluted.

"Lin An, the inner disciple of the Liuyun Sword Sect, thank you two for your help."

Lu Xiaoer held the umbrella on his back and was silent, pretending to be profound.

Just as Lu Xiaosan thought at the beginning.

Such a young boy with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes naturally does have the demeanor of a sword fairy.

It's just that his realm is too low, and for the Liuyun Sword Cultivator of the Four Realms of a small path, it is naturally something that can be seen through at a glance.

On the other hand, Nandao, when the two swords with the chill of fine snow were turned back into the green mountains and fell into the sheath, they did have a hint of profoundness.

It's just that soon Lin An realized something from the meaning of the wind and snow and the black umbrella, and looked at Nandao with a hint of surprise.

"You're the boy from Bailu?"

Nandao nodded and returned the salute.

"Senior brother is polite."

It wasn't until this senior brother fell into Lin An's ears that this Liuyun Sword Sect was sure that these two people were indeed not seniors.

One is to enter the Tao and know the water, and the other is to enter the Tao and step on the snow.

However, even though the realm of the two of them was not high, it also made the sword cultivators of this small Dao realm awe-inspiring.

After all, the White Deer Demon Affair is extremely critical to the entire south.

The boy used a snowstorm to suppress those things, which naturally had many benefits for the south.

Hanging the snow and green green grass, you don't have to worry about the story of the south.

Lin An looked at the sword lights that were still falling towards the world, and the two torrents that were about to collide were so frightened that they retreated.

"What's that?"

Nan Dao said slowly: "That's the swordsmanship of the Lingnan Tianya Sword Sect, it's called ....."

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect."

Lu Xiaoer took Nandao's somewhat hesitant words, and said calmly and proudly.