Zhang Xiaoyu moved his gaze to the sky.

In the evening breeze, the grass leaves fly, and the light of a stream is slow.

As soon as the trajectory of something appears, in fact, the color tone will naturally come to mind.

And he didn't say anything to the boy sitting on the bank of the stream, but looked down at the sword in his lap and the wine jug at his waist.

The story between the two is far from using the word "goodbye".

Even if it is counted from the first time the teenager stepped into Nanyi City, it has only been just one year.

It's just that the word goodbye will never contain more than just years.

For example, a playmate from his youth suddenly moves to another town not too far away, and agrees to come to see you once a month.

But everyone knows that it is a farewell.

When some footsteps appear at other intersections, even if you haven't gone far, you can still see the reluctant back in the twilight.

As the world knows, this is the story of the beginning of the farewell.

When Zhang Xiaoyu came to Lingnan, Nandao still had a lot of hatred for the snowstorm in Nanyi City.

But at that time, he knew that the two were still close.

Until later.....

When the story of Shanyue appeared in the world.

So even if that sword cultivator washed his white clothes cleanly, even if there was only a clear stream between the two, even from beginning to end, the two people who used the sword never had a real break with each other.

But it's like the stories of those spring breeze flying grasses.

Everything is constantly dying and being reborn.

I want to buy osmanthus and carry wine.

And in the shells of the people sitting opposite, they all have different souls.

Zhang Xiaoyu quietly looked at the clouds flying in the wind, everything was gray, but this white-clothed sword cultivator who had seen everything before naturally understood what kind of color those should be.

It's like orange light, it's like white clothes.

When this sword cultivator washed his white clothes as he had done back then, and the young man still just sat there in silence and didn't say anything.

A lot of things are already clear.

"So sometimes, people always forget something."

So Zhang Xiaoyu stood up, walked to the grass a few steps away, bent down, picked up a piece of cloth torn from his white clothes, tied it again on his eyes, and then sat down in the grass by the twilight stream like that young man.

This white-clothed sword cultivator chuckled softly.

"It's like I sometimes forget that I don't have eyes anymore, but I'm still doing that kind of thing to see people."

"When people forget something, then certain stories become beautiful."

This white-clothed sword cultivator laughed very self-deprecatingly.

"I saw the spring breeze and green grass, the fallen leaves at dusk, and the clear stream bank was very clean and white. You know what, junior brother. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu raised his head slightly.

"I really thought I saw it, so I believed it, and felt that everything was like the reunion in Lingnan, although you were a little guilty, but you would still call my senior brother sincerely....."

The young man under the umbrella on the other side of the river finally opened his mouth.

"Because there are some things that I don't know is right or wrong."

Nandao raised his head and looked calmly at the white-clothed sword cultivator on the other side, his white clothes were clean, but they were broken, his eyes were looking at the sky, but he was blind.

"It's like that conversation in the apricot blossom forest in the Hanging Courtyard ....."

.....

- Aren't you curious about who you want to kill?

- Senior brother is a good person, and it is naturally not a good person to kill.

- Surely he is not a good person, junior brother?

.....

Nandao was silent for a long time, and Zhang Xiaoyu on the other side did not speak.

Probably reminiscing about that conversation that was already far away.

"When I came out of that snowstorm, I didn't even know if I was a good person."

The boy quietly looked at the umbrella in his hand.

"So if Senior Brother wants to kill me, naturally there will be nothing wrong with him, and I am willing to believe that Senior Brother has some last resort."

The young man clenched the umbrella in his hand, raised his head, and looked at the white-clothed sword cultivator who was very quiet for a long time.

"But there are some things that are clear from wrong, Zhang Xiaoyu."

The boy didn't call him brother again.

Even if he had said to Le Chaotian conclusively that a senior brother is a senior brother, this is unreasonable.

But now, too, he himself has reversed those words.

"Bring the flames of war to the world, so that the entire south will not be at peace, and countless casualties will be lost, senior brother, what reason do you have to do this?"

Zhang Xiaoyu said very calmly: "No." I didn't. I am an executioner who is passionate about seeing the suffering of the world to satisfy his own selfish desires. I saw sin in myself, so I felt that the world was full of sin, so I lit a fire and swallowed up the weeds. I am a wicked man, a butcher, and an unforgivable person who destroys ethics. ”

This white-clothed sword cultivator lowered his head and faced the young man sitting with a sword in the wind.

"Can such an answer answer answer the many doubts in the hearts of the junior disciples?"

Nan Dao quietly looked at some of the blood that gradually began to seep out under the sword cultivator's white clothes, which was in the heart position.

Maybe he just had some injuries a while ago.

As a result, under the impetus of some hidden emotions, the blood and qi surged, causing the wound to open again.

So calm is not necessarily calm.

But many things, even if there are thousands of reasons, cannot escape the essence of evil.

If it is high-sounding, it can be justice.

Then using words as a sharp weapon has enough reason to kill all living beings in the world.

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled softly.

"Senior brother, don't think that the sword I used at the head of Nanyi City at the beginning was really a matter of no choice. Even to you, I have always been a wicked person. I washed my white clothes and waited on my brother's journey to the high cliff, not to make him think how innocent I was. ”

When this white-clothed sword cultivator's words fell, a tattered scabbard burst out of the water from the twilight mountain stream with many entwined aquatic plants and landed on Zhang Xiaoyu's knee.

"In fact, I'm just whitewashing my lies, dressing up my evil thoughts."

The white-clothed sword cultivator lowered his head, and then the sword light on the side of the stream jumped, and the sword intent fell to the world and cut off the blades of grass, like countless fragmented pasts flying in the twilight.

"So Mojian Cliff, junior brother still don't go."

Zhang Xiaoyu raised his head and smiled slightly.

"Because I'm really going to kill you."

Nan Dao raised his hand and held the peach blossom sword on his knee, facing the Haoran sword intent that flowed between heaven and earth and green mountains, coming from the five-fold sword cultivator on the other side, and said calmly: "I can't ask for it. ”

......

Lu Xiaoer stood in a daze in the upper reaches of the Qingxi in the world.

When he and the young uncle walked all the way and saw the white-clothed sword cultivator in Qingxi, he thought about many pictures of the two meeting at that moment.

For example, the two of them began to sigh at many stories against the clear stream of the twilight mountain, and then quietly explained the reasons for all the stories.

So the senior brother is still the senior brother, and the junior brother is still the junior brother.

Of course, Lu Xiaoer knew that this was very wishful thinking.

But in the face of such a high-level sword cultivator, such a sword cultivator who mercilessly brought mountain fire to the world.

What else can a young boy do besides wishful thinking?

When those sword intents fell on this world in those calm and cold words, Lu Xiaoer still felt that it shouldn't be like this.

The story should not be soberly brought into the unwieldy ending.

At least a little sluggish.

Lu Xiaoer stood in the twilight evening breeze, his body a little chilled.

When the first sword light suddenly crossed the clear stream, this little boy who knew the water realm suddenly trembled.

It was as if I had been shocked.

It is clear that the conversation between the two has come to an end, and it is clear that those sword intents and sword lights have brought enough signs.

However, when a certain sword light from the sword of the Sword Lake really passed through the clear stream and fell to the opposite bank, Lu Xiaoer still fell into a panic and confusion.

This young boy from Lingnan suddenly didn't know what he should do.

The gap between the five waves of the Daohai and the snow is already the difference between heaven and earth.

Not to mention this little boy who only entered Zhishui not long ago.

It took Lu Xiaoer a long time to finally calm down, one was an uncle, and the other was no longer an uncle, so the young man naturally understood how he should choose.

So the Xiwu Sword behind him came out of the sheath with extremely faint sword intent, trying to get involved in the flow of those sword intents, but of course no such miracle happened.

The Xiwu Sword is naturally a good sword in the world.

The sword that has been tempered for I don't know how many years in such a young man's sword lake is actually much stronger than the peach blossom sword in the South Island, and it is also stronger than Zhang Xiaoyu's mountain and river sword.

However, the one who wields the sword is just a young boy who knows the water realm.

Therefore, that sword light began to come out of the sheath, and it traveled a short distance along the Qingxi, and it was extremely far away from the white-clothed sword cultivator, and it was ejected back by the sword intent and landed beside Lu Xiaoer.

At this time, the young man sitting with an umbrella on the bank of the stream had already drawn his second sword.

The sword is blue-black, and the umbrella is black.

So the figure was like a black flowing cloud in the twilight, suddenly passing through the glow that flowed across the clear stream, and a sword fell towards the white-clothed sword cultivator sitting on the bank of the stream.

The sword intent around Zhang Xiaoyu's body flowed, and the parrot island that had been borrowed was already like a Xiwu sword, falling into the clear stream.

This white-clothed sword cultivator just calmly faced the young man under the umbrella who had crossed the clear stream.

He didn't expect this teenager to be so decisive.

It's like he sat quietly by the stream and didn't call his brother. It's like when he heard Zhang Xiaoyu's words, he said in a calmer tone.

"Looks like you really want me dead, junior brother."

Zhang Xiaoyu's voice was very slight.

It's like a rather long sigh.

The story of the teenager may also be a dead end.

If you don't kill me, I'll kill you.

If you kill me, don't think about getting out of here alive.

Nandao naturally didn't answer, but just held an umbrella to break through the sword intent that flowed across the world, and came with a sword.

So the mountains and rivers in the world appeared.

The young man's sword as if he was going to die crossed the white-clothed sword cultivator and stopped on a high mountain.

Just like in March of the 1003rd month of the Great Wind Calendar, a spring breeze blew away the white clothes, revealing the Taoist robe below.

In March of 1,004, there was still a spring breeze.

The white-clothed sword cultivator appeared at the foot of the mountain river channel, the sword intent around his body flowed, and he stood up calmly on another high mountain, the tattered scabbard tilted down, and the water of the clear stream fell, so it turned into a trickle of swords.

The mountains and rivers in the world are infinitely far away.

Between the mountains and valleys, whether it is Nandao or Zhang Xiaoyu, they have all turned into extremely insignificant points.

The clear stream sword swirled around Zhang Xiaoyu's body.

And the young man chuckled softly.

"I was the first person in the world to witness that snowstorm, junior brother."

When the words fell, the expression of the white-clothed sword cultivator became indifferent.

The sword of the clear stream also shot out.

"So why do you think I'm going to be at such a dangerous distance from you?"

The mountains and rivers in the world are extremely remote.

However, when all sword intent does not need to fall to the world, the momentum of the sword is also unrestrained, and it is quite fast.

Nandao had only begun to stand with his sword, and he hadn't even had time to hear the sarcastic words from the owner of the mountains and rivers.

And that sword came.

The fast sword of the world.

Simplicity and speed.

The Human Sword Sect is naturally a sword sect that came out of the Grinding Sword Cliff.

The young man didn't have time to answer anything, so he hurriedly turned sideways, and the peach blossom sword in his hand protected his side.

Then, in a rather crisp sound of the sword, the sword brushed the peach blossom sword and disappeared.

The blue-black sword in the young man's hand instantly burst into flames, and there was also a rather frightening opening.

The Peach Blossom Sword hasn't been mutilated for a long time.

This sword, which had been ignited by Qiu Xi'er's sword intent at the beginning, was naturally extraordinary in the continuous refining and cultivation of the young man.

However, even so, even if the sword was overflowing with countless sword intent from this young sword cultivator who stepped on the snow sloping bridge, it was also in the staggering of lightning and flint in that moment, and an extremely astonishing piece of the sword body was collapsed.

The sword body collapsed into the distance, carrying countless cyan sword fires, and disappeared without a trace like a meteor.

A young man in the mountains and rivers of the world naturally saw such a scene, even if it was his own uncle, the realm was far higher than his own existence, and he naturally couldn't get involved in such a story.

So he ran in the direction of the young man under the umbrella, shouting loudly to Uncle Shi, and at the same time throwing his sword out with all his might.

Nan Dao looked at the gap in the blue-black sword, let go of the sword, let it fall, and smashed into the mountains and rivers below him, and then raised his hand to catch the Xiwu sword sent by Lu Xiaoer across the mountains and rivers.

The young man stood with his sword in his hand, quietly looking at the sword of the clear stream that suddenly turned back in the mountains and rivers.

"My wind and snow are more than ten miles."

The young man said in a loud voice, and then the sword met Zhang Xiaoyu's sword, but the gap between the two was naturally extremely obvious.

Even if the sword in his hand came from the Sword Lake, there was still the sword intent of such a young man in green clothes on it, and the young man holding the sword with an umbrella was also driven away by a rather miserable earthquake, and the sword in his hand was also shot down.

The boy's hands were covered in blood.

But a hand full of blood is naturally not the same as a hand full of blood.

There was a surge of sword intent on the black umbrella, and it carried a lot of sword intent for the young man.

Nandao raised his hand again, and the vitality and sword intent in the sea of gods poured out violently.

Under the traction of the sword intent, the cold light shadow of Parrot Island and Xiwu Sword once again appeared from the mountains and rivers.

Thin snow swelled on the sword.

The young man's eyes were already full of wind and snow.

It's also a sword of extreme speed.

In the final analysis, the two are sword cultivators of the same origin, and the only difference is that Zhang Xiaoyu has practiced for twelve more years than the young man.

Therefore, the sword intent may be inferior, but the momentum is not.

Two cold rays of light intertwined between heaven and earth, crossing the entire mountain and river extremely quickly, towards the white-clothed figure standing in the high mountain.

And the young man also looked down at the little nephew who was running in the valley, and shouted in a deep voice.

"Xiao Er, summon the sword!"

Lu Xiaoer suddenly understood something.

Stopped in the middle of the mountains and rivers.

In the solemn chanting voice of the little boy.

There is constantly sword light breaking through the boundary between the world and the mountains and rivers, falling towards this piece of heaven and earth, and constantly turning into a sword and flowing towards the young man under the umbrella.

The young man stepped forward in the wind, but there was a green fire on his body.

It is a sign that the sea of gods is ignited.

Swords, of course, are a lot.

But if you want to use so many swords, you naturally need to pay an extremely heavy price.

Perhaps there is a simpler solution to such a story.

Just in the end.

The root of the boy's pain is that he is still a good person.

He didn't want to be Zhang Xiaoyu.

I just want to be the former senior brother.

A person who struggles is always more worthy of redemption than a person who remains silent.

The young man's body was full of green fire, and countless sword intent and vitality flowed out, taking over the swords that were summoned by the little boy to this world, and dragging the cold light to cut through the world.

In the fine snow of sword intent, it can be vaguely seen that some mysterious Taoist texts have emerged.

A peach blossom that comes from the sea of gods and reciting the Tao in silence.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood on top of the mountains and rivers, facing those flowing swords, facing the junior brother who really tried his best, but he lowered his head and laughed softly.

The one that was tied to the eyeband where the eyes were was tied had a faint sense of wetness.

Some people may not be so serious, but just say nicely.

Some people may say little, but they mean it.

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled softly, and then raised his head again, the clear stream sword that had returned to his body instantly differentiated into countless slender water droplets.

It's like the heavens and the earth are horizontal, and there is a slow drizzle.

"I sometimes think that maybe my junior brother can kill me, which is indeed a good thing."

The white-clothed sword cultivator looked at the many droplets that had been stretched into thin swords, and said softly.

"It's just junior brother, we are sword cultivators, and it is far better to talk about the truth of the sword than to talk about the truth of the world."

Therefore, the sixteen-year-old treads the snow sloping bridge, after all, it is stepping on the snow sloping bridge.

At the age of twenty-six, Daohai Wudi will always be Daohai Wudi.

A curtain of swords rained away.

Those brilliant sword lights that shuttled through the mountains and rivers, as if they had been submerged in the big lake, were gradually consumed by all sword intent, and only the long sword had a cold light, which fell into the vast river valley.

And the boy under the umbrella was not surprised.

It's just that the sword light is incarnated, and it comes brightly.

Zhang Xiaoyu stretched out a hand, and those sword rains turned into clear swords again, falling into his hand, and there were faint shadows of mountains and rivers on the sword, and they disappeared in place in an instant.

Mountains and rivers a finger.

It is also a sword of mountains and rivers.

Even if the young man is surrounded by the Hangu Guandao Technique, he is born and dies.

It was also in that moment that all the Dao rhymes were cut apart by the sword intent.

The young man's figure fell like a big bird shot in the heart by a bow on the way to a former senior brother.