It was nameless, and Lu Xiaoer took it blindly.

It's just that it really frightened the sword cultivator of this Liuyun Sword Sect.

Lin An turned his head to look at the little boy and said with admiration: "I see. ”

Although he did discard those preconceived notions, he did see that it was just an empty thing.

It's just that many things naturally have to have their form before they have their meaning.

Without retro kendo, there would be no kendo.

The first thing called a sword is held in the hand, and only then can it have the identity of a swordsman.

"I haven't heard of such a place as the Tianya Sword Sect before."

Lin An looked at the two teenagers, but said with some shame.

"I probably do underestimate Lingnan on weekdays."

This Liuyun Sword Cultivator's attitude made Lu Xiaoer no longer embarrassed to pretend, and said softly: "There was really no need to be heard before. ”

Lu Xiaoer looked at the spring rain.

"I'll hear about it later."

Lin An smiled.

"I heard you."

......

Qingluo's matter was indeed a bit tricky, and Lin An left here after a few casual conversations with the two young men.

As for those cold light swords that fell to the ground, no one dared to touch them, after all, although Lu Xiaoer and Nandao were difficult to control so many swords, when they broke through the lake, they carried those sword intent from the sword lake, and they really existed.

Lu Xiaoer didn't have the heart to take it away.

After all, they will return to the Sword Lake on their own.

The two teenagers stood in the spring rain in the green mountains, quietly watching the story that ended in a hurry.

"Will they ever come again?"

Lu Xiaoer looked at Nandao.

Nandao nodded calmly.

Lu Xiaoer was a little hesitant, probably wondering whether he should stay here like his uncle stayed in Bailu.

Nandao saw Lu Xiaoer's thoughts, turned around and walked along the mountain road.

"It's useless for you to stay, something like this can scare them once, but not twice."

The world is not stupid, and the demon clan is not stupid.

If those swords just fell on the surface of the earth, they would have been able to guess a lot of things.

In such a chaotic world, it is very difficult to solve it as the spiritual world wishes.

Because the Blade and Kamigawa are not in the world.

And Qiushui is dead.

These are the three most important people between the two races.

Fractures of trust are difficult to reheal.

......

February 27, 1004.

A letter had come from far away and had been delivered all the way to the town of the East China Sea, where it had been placed on the first sword step of the Lonely Cliff.

The messenger was just an ordinary believer in the world, and it was naturally impossible to send the letter after running to the mountain gate of the Ten Year Sword Sect like Cheng Lu.

So he put the bamboo tube on the sword step and pressed another stone intimately.

After all, no one had ever written to Mojian Cliff in the past thousand years.

They didn't know how to get it.

In fact, it was a matter of great luck that the letter was delivered.

At the beginning, someone told the young man who sent the letter that if it was fast, it would be enough for half a month, but if it was slow, it might be possible.

Then there was a demon riot in the world.

The letter was sent to the letter lodge in Mountain Moon City, not White Deer City.

If it had been delivered to Bailu, such a letter would probably have been stranded or buried for a long time in the demon land where countless demon clans gathered.

The believer looked at the postmark on it all the way, and felt that it was a very fortunate thing.

While speculating about what the letter would be and who wrote it, the messenger slowly left the place while flipping through some nearby letters in the big bamboo basket around his waist.

After the messenger left, a man in black and a man in white appeared not far away.

"The boy sent it?"

Kamigawa looked at the clump blades to the side.

Cong Blade hugged his sword and chuckled softly.

"Or I sent it?"

The sea breeze on the cliff side blew non-stop.

The stone that pressed the bamboo tube slowly fell to the side in the rolling of the bamboo tube, so the bamboo tube broke free from its restraints and rolled towards the cliff until it landed beside the two of them.

Cong Blade bent down, picked up the bamboo tube, and blew the dirt on it.

"It seems that Master Qiu's nephew probably doesn't have time to pay attention to the things under the cliff."

Cong Jian looked at the bamboo tube in his hand and said slowly.

Grinding Sword Cliff sits in the world, looking at the world without getting into the heart.

If Qiu Xi'er was looking at the world, it was naturally impossible not to notice such a believer.

I won't let this bamboo tube be blown off by the wind.

"Of course, it's also possible that she doesn't want to receive such a letter."

Cong Blade whispered.

will let it roll out of the cliff.

It's just that Cong Blade thinks that the former may be more likely.

After staying in the town for so long, he had also heard that the people from the Lingnan Listening to the Wind Sword Sect had come here to deliver letters a few times.

After all, under this high cliff, there were two Dao Sea thirteen stacks of sword cultivation for a long time.

In the East China Sea, there is still a twelve-fold man who watches fate and wanders for a long time.

Qiu Xi'er, who took over the cliff master from Qiu Shui, naturally had a hard time calming down.

Kamigawa quietly looked at the bamboo tube in Cong Blade's hand, and didn't care whether Qiu Xi'er didn't have the heart to look at the cliff, or didn't want to look at the cliff, and it took a long time before he looked at this lazy white-clothed sword cultivator, and said in a deep voice: "This is the person you chose?" ”

Blade turned his head and looked at Kamigawa with a smile.

"It's not the person I chose, I never chose anything, the world came, I just gave direction. It is fate and providence that chooses him. None of this is up to human will. ”

Kamigawa looked at the smiling junior for a long time, then turned his head back and said lightly, "I saw something called jealousy in your eyes. ”

"And rightfully so."

Cong Blade was still smiling.

"My jealousy is rightfully deserved."

Cong Blade played with the bamboo tube in his hand.

"Just like many years ago, I used to look at the grave of the green hanging in a daze. Providence always seems to choose those who have no intention of doing this, ignoring people like us. ”

"I saw it from a thousand years ago, but I didn't get anything, of course I would be jealous, I didn't want to accept that young man, although to a certain extent because those wind and snow were too troublesome, but from a certain point of view, it was not because of the thought of such a person inheriting the love of the avenue under my nose, I would be so jealous that I couldn't sleep well."

"If a person doesn't sleep well all the time, he will be in a bad mood, and if a person like us is in a bad mood, maybe one day he will become a madman who can't be reversed because everything is not up to me. Looking at the heavens scolding the mother but ruining the world, if I become such a person, Cong Zhongxiao will definitely be so angry that he will crawl out of the River Styx, gather his ashes, and pinch a sword to stab me to death. Of course, he may also stab you to death with a sword, and in a way, we are all rebels. ”

Cong Blade was talking very casually there, rubbing the fire paint on the bamboo tube.

Then, with a 'pop', he flicked open the lid of the bamboo tube with his thumb very chicly.

So a sword intent fell from the cliff.

Cong Blade stopped what he was doing, raised his head and smiled at the cliff.

"It seems that some people probably don't want to see such a letter, but they don't want others to see it."

As he spoke, Cong Jian raised his hand and threw the bamboo tube into the stream not far away.

The rolled letter slipped out of the bamboo tube, and was about to fall into the stream, but it was blown away by a gust of wind from the cliff, and went towards the high cliff that had sunk into the clouds.

"Of course, sitting on the cliff and thinking about love and love is probably not something that should be done. But we shouldn't be so nosy. ”

Cong Blade looked at Kamigawa to the side.

"So was that letter sent by that young man, and who chose that young man, senior brother, what does this have to do with you?"

"You were a thief of the country, and now you are a sword stealer. No matter how high-sounding those things are, a word stealing is always inevitable. ”

The last generation of emperors in Huai'an is the later emperor Li Asan, such an emperor who is always vigilant about the demon clan, if he hadn't died on the cliff at the beginning, it would naturally be impossible for a big demon like Kamigawa from Huangliang to get the throne of Huai'an, so as to take advantage of the situation to sweep the world.

Therefore, the plagiarism that Cong Jian said is naturally reasonable.

Kamigawa's face didn't fluctuate, just quietly looked at Cong Blade.

Then he said slowly: "You seem to be a little flustered. ”

The smile on Cong Blade's face disappeared, and he stood there indifferently, looking up at the sky on earth, and said calmly, "Yes." ”

Countless tiny points of light suddenly appeared on the body of this white-clothed sword cultivator, and then turned into countless thin lines that were invisible to the world and fell towards the world.

"Someone is trying to cut the thread of my destiny."

Kamigawa's gaze fell on a thin line that headed south.

The line crumbled straight with subtle fluctuations.

It was as if it would suddenly disconnect at a moment's notice.

The Blade quietly dispersed a stream of fate, and stood there with his sword in his hand.

"It's coming. People who walk by the river will always step on wet shoes, and those who watch the twilight in Hirabayashi will always have a moment of loneliness with their sleeves full. ”

"But I have two swords, brother."

Cong Blade said calmly.

"At the beginning, the sleeping blacksmith in the East China Sea scolded my mother for giving me a second sword. And senior brother, you only have one spiritual platform. ”

Kamigawa just stood there quietly.

The black robe was like an abyss.

The sea breeze hunts, but it can't blow away what is underneath.

Cong Blade's eyes narrowed.

......

——

Mr.

It's the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, and I'm already down the mountain.

I wrote you a letter last year, I don't know if you received it.

Isn't it deserted on the cliff?

I don't know when I'll be able to make it to the East China Sea.

Maybe it's faster than this letter, maybe it's slower than this letter.

I got into some trouble some time ago, and I also offended the Human Sword Sect, and this road is probably not very easy to walk.

But I'll come as soon as possible.

——

The woman in the white dress sat quietly on the high cliff, the clouds under the cliff, the sea in the sky, and the wind in the twilight.

And the letter is on the knee.

Crushed under the sword that was at his knees.

The sword was at the knee, so the green silk behind him hung down like a waterfall.

There is a mountain wind and sea breeze blowing in a moment of distraction, blowing green silk flying, blowing letter hunting.

Last year's letter.

Is it the one I didn't open?

- A woman in red from the East China Sea seems to have forgotten that she still has a young man's letter in her arms.

Qiu Xi'er sat there quietly, and those winds that accidentally broke into the world were once again isolated by the sword intent.

The woman, who was full of sword intent, held the sword in her hand, and also held the letter, and stood up, but did not go to the green bamboo residence under the cliff to see what was written in the letter.

Just followed those green paths, all the way to the center of the turbid sword platform, stopped at the clear spring, and looked down at the spring.

In that clear spring, there was no sword like that anymore.

It's just that there is still a lot of sword intent left in it.

With a chill, with a sharpness, shredding the reflection of the woman's cold face and the distant soft twilight sky.

Qiu Xi'er had been watching there for a long time, and then raised her hand to pick back a certain strand of hair that had been blown a little messy by the occasional mountain wind.

The boy apparently came much slower than the long-delayed letter.

Qiu Xi'er put the letter by the spring, and the hometown sword in her hand like the moon out of the water turned into a wooden hairpin again, and the woman in the white dress sat down by the spring, and pulled the long hair behind her head again.

Then he stood up and walked slowly towards the edge of the cliff.

The mountain wind in the world blew into the cliff again.

But not accidentally, but deliberately.

Because the sword intent on those cliffs is slowly dissipating—or rather, it is coming towards the hands of this woman in white dress.

So it became a sword of sword intent.

Under the cliff, Kamigawa and Cong Blade looked up at the cliff, only to see the clouds and mist break through, and a white dress came with a sword.

The two of them looked at the sword intent condensed by the sword intent of the Grinding Sword Cliff in Qiu Xi'er's hand, and they both raised their eyebrows.

Then they took a step back together.

Qiu Xi'er stood in front of the ancient mountain gate of the Grinding Sword Cliff, looking at the moss-covered stele for a long time, which was the name of the last generation of Grinding Sword Cliff disciples back then.

Just like the meaning of this sword of intent.

White, diagonal bridge, green lotus.

That's what those disciples left to the world back then, and what they left to the Grinding Sword Cliff.

Qiu Xi'er stood on the sword steps with her sword raised, her eyes fell on the two sword cultivators under the cliff, and she said calmly: "Are the two masters going to the East China Sea, or are they going to sharpen the sword cliff?" ”

Cong Jian smiled softly and said, "I suddenly want to eat noodles, I'll see you next time." ”

As the words fell, the white-clothed sword cultivator simply held the sword, turned around, and walked towards the noodle restaurant in the East China Sea town.

Kamigawa stood there quietly, looking at the woman in the white dress, and then said slowly: "This should be the last sword of the Sharpening Sword Cliff, it seems that you have all chosen that young man....."

Qiu Xi'er said lightly: "Your Majesty thinks too much. ”

Kamigawa didn't say anything more, turned around, but heard the voice of the woman behind him again.

"Your Majesty, you'd better not think about touching that young man."

Kamigawa stopped there and said slowly, "This is not the attitude that Sharpening Sword Cliff should have. ”

"I'm not Qiushui, I've slept in the world for too long. I am not tall enough, so I can only look at the world twice. ”

Kamigawa said calmly, "Okay. ”

The white robe and the black robe departed together.

The sword intent of the Grinding Sword Cliff fell on those sword steps again.

Qiu Xi'er stood there for a long time, looking up at the south of the world.

......

Qin Sang walked very slowly in the world, and it took a long time to finally finish the distance from Bailu Beach to Yunjue Town.

Simon stood there in silence, looking at the woman who had lost all her demonic power at some point.

Cheng Lu looked away, and in the middle of this woman's journey, there were many mulberry trees growing slowly, and the green branches were hanging low in the spring breeze.

Shan Zhaoshui sat on the barrier, looking at the woman in Tsing Yi who was almost unable to maintain her human form below, her eyes were full of sighs.

"Looks like you're planning to say nothing."

This woman's sword intent is still fierce, the Divine Sea is still abundant, and Ximen and Cheng Lu can even faintly hear the sound of the waves from her Dao Sea in the shocks that have dissipated because of the demonic power.

Daohai six stacked waves.

In the whole world, they are all the top people.

However, this woman walked all the way from the seaside and exuded all her demonic power.

The biggest difference between humans and demons lies in that demonic power.

Once the demonic power dissipates, even if she cultivates to the sky, she can only return to the most original state.

It is death.

Qin Sang walked quietly towards this place in the twilight.

Branches have begun to break out under the green clothes.

"I know why Senior Brother chose to wait so patiently."

Qin Sang looked at the disciple of the Human Sword Sect on the barrier and said, "So when I walked towards here, I was ready to die. ”

The woman in Tsing Yi smiled softly, just like the first time Ximen saw her.

"I'm not going to bet on whether my loyalty will really be unwavering."

"So when I'm strong enough and loyal enough, I need to make up my mind."

Shan Zhaoshui quietly looked at the woman in Tsing Yi.

"But you are indeed determined enough, from the sea to here, more than a hundred miles, you have walked for a long time, and the dispersal of demonic power is like scraping flesh and blood on the body of the world, and it took you a long time to torture yourself, which is enough to prove that you can indeed keep all the secrets."

Qin Sang's flesh and blood fell into the dust and mud along the way, and a line of mulberry trees grew.

The woman in Tsing Yi chuckled softly.

"So I'm sorry, senior brother, you shouldn't have left there like that, the world can deceive people, and our demon clan has learned very well."

The mountains and rivers are very calm.

"Shall I stay and you will tell you everything?"

"Of course not."

There was not much demonic power left in Qin Sang's body, and her feet began to grow roots, stabbing out of her shoes, and taking root towards the earth.

Shan Zhaoshui quietly looked at the woman who was about to turn into a mulberry tree in front of Yunjue Town.

"You see, in fact, you are also thinking about your homeland on earth."

Qin Sang was silent for a while, and said softly, "Yes." ”

All people have to suck the nutrients of this land in order to grow up vigorously under this sky.

"What about them?"

What about the demons who crossed the sea?

Qin Sang turned his head and looked at the twilight in the northeast.

There was no answer.

The moment he turned back, the demonic power was gone.

As a result, countless heaven and earth vitality and sword intent escaped together, diffusing between heaven and earth.

"They ran away."

Shan Zhao quietly answered his own question for Qin Sang.