"What about after the Blade is dead?"

In the spring rain town of Huangliang, a Taoist stopped there in the rain, and the woman in the black dress holding an umbrella not far in front of him asked calmly.

"To be dead is to be dead, and there is no after." Li Shi stood in the rain very sincerely, "Or everyone will die, including the goddess, including the Qinglian seniors, including the gods, including the gods, including my master, my junior brother, even me." Everything, all. ”

The woman in the black dress who came from the Shendu looked deeply at the Taoist in front of her, who spoke all the terrifying words in an extremely calm and sincere tone.

It took a long time for Yao Ji to raise her head, look at the River Styx, and said slowly: "You reminded me of someone, that is a certain emperor of your Huai'an, a certain senior. ”

Li Shi naturally understood who Yao Ji was talking about, stood wet in the spring rain, and said softly: "We are different from His Majesty Emperor Huai, he is a madman who only sees the world and does not see people, and we are different, I learned from my master how to love the world, and I also learned how to love the world from a certain ancestor." ”

This Taoist said with great sincerity.

"It is the traces of our predecessors that have made us. Of course, this also includes the goddess. Destroy something, and there will be something new, and the broken bones will always be harder. ”

"We have learned a lot, and in this regard, we must sincerely thank the priestess and all those who came before us for the lessons of history."

Yao Ji looked at Li Shi quietly and said slowly: "When you become the highest person in the world, maybe you will think differently, in Kyoto, there is an emperor from Huai'an, maybe it can be a good example." ”

Li Shi said sincerely: "Yes, what we do is naturally the history we hate, just like my master thinks, powerful people will always have the idea of making people change the world as they wish. So we will also leave some things, such as someone who is responsible for fanning the flames, someone who is responsible for killing people like us after the dust of the story has settled, and all dust will return to dust, and we will not be full of people, but we will cut off all existence horizontally, erase the Old Testament that has been made, and return the world to the world. ”

Yao Ji looked deeply at this mountain and river viewer for a long time.

"I can probably understand why people in the world always like to call you people crazy."

Evildoers are only sinners.

A person who holds that the world is frightened and cannot understand things and ideas is a madman.

Li Shi sincerely looked up at the spring rain in the world, and said softly: "Forgive me, Lord Goddess, because we are really afraid that there will be people like Bai Fengyu in the world again." ”

No one knows, if it wasn't for Cong Blade's sword back then.

The whole Huai'an will become in the wind and rain of white wind and rain.

Yao Ji said softly, "There are not many people in the world who make me feel afraid, but you are. Even the emperor who met you under the River Styx never made me feel this way. Because everything about that emperor is self-owned, and the world will dare not speak but dare to be angry. ”

The woman in the black dress who had returned from the River Styx stood under the umbrella and looked at the Taoist in front of her with a complicated expression.

"But you're not, and even I might accept your logic. Those things are like the grass roots that cannot be burned by wildfire, and there is always the possibility of recurrence in the world. ”

"When I saw those things, I was suspicious."

"Up and down the river Styx, which one is the world and which is the underworld."

Li Shi said softly, "I haven't seen the Styx human world that the goddess said, so I can't talk about these things. It's just that turning your head like empty is like a dream, a big dream, what if you believe this is the world? ”

Yao Ji stood quietly under the spring umbrella, looked at the Taoist who was drenched in the rain, and said slowly for a long time: "I don't know what the difference is. ”

"Is the goddess talking about the world and the underworld, or us and the white storm?"

"Yes."

Li Shi smiled slightly, raised his hand to wipe the rain from his face.

"Then we all do."

Maybe it's really the same thing.

Just like Zhang Xiaoyu, who was dressed in blood, once said in Nanyi City-

"Any story of coercing people into doing things that hurt them with their own selfish desires is not allowed to be unforgivable."

"Someone has made the logical paradox of using mistakes to prove mistakes."

"Or maybe they knew everything was right and wrong."

"But I insisted on going my own way."

So such a white-clothed sword cultivator who had reprimanded everything with great resentment in Nanyi City.

In the end, it also fell into all the stories of single-mindedness.

It's all about at the end of the day.

It's just because I'm afraid of a storm from a hundred years ago.

So it brought a bigger storm.

Yao Ji didn't say anything more, holding an umbrella and passing by the Taoist.

For her story, all the people in the world are naturally irrelevant.

She was used as a sharp weapon by the Taoists.

The same is true of a certain Sword Cliff senior.

At the front of the town, there was an ugly Taoist standing silently in the rain with an umbrella.

A woman in a black dress stopped in front of him, looked at him for a long time, and then asked him a question.

"How is the real lover in the world, Liu March."

This ugly-looking Taoist stood there silently, and after a long time, he looked at the people who came and went like mushrooms in the spring rain.

"I don't know, Lady Priestess."

The woman who came from the River Styx with Haoran's divine power failed to convince Liu Yueyue, but she was confused by a certain Daomen senior brother.

The world is never in the same boat.

When the ice of cognition is broken, thoughts leap out of the water like fish.

Each man has his own doctrine.

And then there was strife.

Maybe the story goes back a long way.

It's still what the Sword Grinding Cliff Lord left to the world.

Liu March was deep in the wind and rain.

The stronger the faith, the more difficult it is for them to awaken after being shaken.

So when Liu Chunfeng ran out of that alley with a spring rain, Liu March was still at a loss.

"We should have killed him."

This fake capital Yushan, who had been shocked by the story of the goddess, woke up much faster.

The ugly-looking Taoist just looked at this Spring Breeze Taoist in a daze.

"He knew that the people in the Hanging Courtyard were in the rumor, and they were outside the town." Liu Chunfeng looked with some remorse.

"That's why he handed you the umbrella."

Liu Yueyue's eyes suddenly widened, and she turned her head to look at the long street of the town.

In the mist of the spring rain, the figure of the Taoist has really disappeared this time.

Only then did this Taoist come to his senses and look at the umbrella in his hand.

The four words of the nineteenth chapter, written in sermon, on the umbrella bone, are slowly dissipating.

The Taoist who had returned from the years knew those four words, which was not something difficult for a person like Liu Yueyue to read.

Especially Liu March, who has personally experienced many life and death.

It's easy to guess those things.

So it is easy to be caught by that terrifying conjecture.

So the two Taoists in Chunyu Town finally remembered the cluster of peach blossom-like blood on the right shoulder of Li Shi, the Taoist of the mountain and river view.

Yes, there is more than blood there.

There are also many remnants of sword intent.

That kind of sword intent, even if you realize it later, you will feel an extremely cold and sharp intent.

Li Shi carried a blood-colored sword intent like this, how could he not be injured?

It's just that the things represented by those four words and the back of the Taoist calmly leaving in the alley made both of them a little hurried for a while.

How can such a thing be a dead end?

The young man brought an umbrella close to the white-clothed sword cultivator, and he could be resolved by the mountains and rivers.

Even if the Hanging Courtyard really paid a heavy price and left that Taoist here. It's never going to be the worst.

On the contrary, it is an excellent result.

It's just that the text from the nineteenth chapter of Qingniu's five thousand words brought too much chill to the two of them.

makes them ignore such logic.

"Maybe it's too late."

The ugly Taoist opened his eyes wide, slowly lowered his eyes again, looked at the dripping rain under the umbrella, and said softly.

Liu Chunfeng just walked through the long street with a calm and resolute expression.

"Always give it a try."

Liu March did not catch up.

The purpose of his coming here was to find the trace of such a senior brother.

Now that it's been found, the next thing is the matter of the Hanging Temple.

Even if his Divine Sea is not exhausted, such a story is not something that only he in the Nine Realms of the Trail can participate in.

Liu Chunfeng's figure also disappeared on the long street of spring rain.

Liu Yue turned her head to look at Yao Ji under the umbrella, and said softly: "So the person who is going to die in the world is the predecessor of the Sword Sect?" ”

Yao Ji said calmly, "Yes. ”

Liu March stood there silently, the streets filled with water vapor, like many unbelievable dreams.

"Speaking of which, the goddess may not believe it."

This ugly-faced Taoist looked down at himself in the puddles of the street.

"I always thought I was going to die sooner than the Blade seniors."

The Taoist said, looking up with a very complicated smile.

"Many people in the world have thought that they will die sooner than they do—a thousand years is a long and unattainable time for the world."

Liu Yue paused for a long time, and then said softly: "But I still don't understand, what kind of story did they use to make a senior like Cong Blade die?" ”

Yao Ji said calmly: "A very simple story. ”

Liu March looked at Yao Ji.

The latter peeled out a very simple sentence from the stories seen in the Taoists.

"They stole a bone from the Hanging Courtyard."

So Cong Blade walked into a story of life and death.

Liu March stood there in a daze.

He naturally heard the story of the bone in the Hanging Courtyard.

That's the arm bone of the green suspension.

A bone suitable for holding a sword.

The Taoist looked to the north.

Maybe this former soldier of Huaidu has understood a lot of things.

......

When Lu Xiaosan rode the big gourd back to Guyu, he found that the young man in green clothes who was just drinking wine and quietly watching the sea like an old man stood up rarely.

This made the little boy a little curious, jumped off the reed, and circled the grass several times for the firefly, and then asked, "What are the seniors looking at?" ”

Cao took a sip of wine for Hotaru and said very calmly, "Watch two teenagers fight." ”

The little boy was a little interested, standing beside the grass and looking into the distance on tiptoe, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything.

The shore is calm at dusk, and the fleets of those demon clans are almost finished, behind the wind is the wind, behind the sea is the sea, and the sky is just the sky.

Of course, Lu Xiaosan is not farting.

It's the conclusion that after he became a sword cultivator these days, he rode a gourd and flew around very proudly.

He really didn't know if there were 490,000 miles in the East China Sea.

But the direction that the grass is looking at is as empty as the 490,000 miles of the East China Sea.

"Where are teenagers fighting? Senior, are you amusing me? ”

Lu Xiaosan looked at it for a while, but he didn't see anything, so he turned his head to look at Cao Weiying and asked.

Grass thought for Hotaru and said sincerely, "It's really amusing you." ”

Lu Xiaosan thought to himself, what is so happy about this, I didn't even see it. So he walked towards the pavilion with little interest.

The pinecone lay there with his eyes on his back, looking at the little boy.

"Did you find Uncle Shi, I starved to death."

Although there are fish on the beach.

But since being raised by Le Chaotian's arrogance, Songguo now only wants to nibble on a big roast duck.

"He is dead, and from today onwards, I will be your uncle."

Lu Xiaosan opened his mouth and came.

Then he was smashed on the head with a fist by a little girl who was already hungry.

Lu Xiaosan covered his forehead and ran to the side to lie down.

Good men don't fight women.

Lu Xiaosan comforted himself, lying there on a reef and looking at the twilight sky, and suddenly became a little melancholy.

Is Le Chaotian really dead outside?

After all, I really hadn't seen him for many days.

Although the little boy is giggling, he is naturally not a heartless person.

After all, Le Chaotian is really good to them little teenagers.

A chic, happy and rich uncle, which little boy would not like it?

Lu Xiaosan began to recall the look on his face when Le Chaotian threw money at the time of throwing money at the two of them.

Don't seem to be very happy?

Is he going to do something against the decision of his ancestors?

Lu Xiaosan thought with a sad face.

Actually, he was hungry too.

On the way, he even rode a gourd to the human village, stole other people's melons to eat, and was found chasing all the way.

In the end, Lu Xiaosan had to reveal his identity as a sword immortal and ran away on a gourd.

Anyway, it's really a shame that the monster returned my grandfather's spell.

Does the old dog have any quirks?

It's just that when Lu Xiaosan was thinking about it there, he vaguely saw a figure walking there on the coastline.

Lu Xiaosan sat up suddenly, raised his hand to cover the corner of his eyebrows, and looked there.

Then he sneered, and sat there with his sword in hand.

Okay, you're so happy, you suddenly disappeared for so long, so that Songguo and I almost starved to death on the beach, and you still have the face to come back?

Lu Xiaosan decided to wait until Le Chaotian came over, and then give him a sword.

So that he knows the consequences of starving my Lu Xiaojian Immortal!

Lu Xiaosan sat on the lonely island with a humid sea breeze, while comforting himself silently in his heart.

Don't be nervous, that's it, and then like that, your vitality will fall on the sword, and then a sword will split him in half, and a lot of silver will burst out of the ground, and from then on you will not only be a sword immortal, but also a tyrant in the world, Lu Xiaosan.

Lu Xiaosan practiced for a long time, and finally when the footsteps sounded on Guyu, he jumped up.

"Dog thief, eat me with a sword!"

Lu Xiaosan just sent out a sword, and he was stunned there.

It was clear that his sword hadn't touched Le Chaotian, why did this old boy vomit blood directly?

Could it be that I am really a sword immortal?

The sea breeze blew, Lu Xiaosan shivered and woke up, and hurriedly put the sword back, only to find that Le Chaotian, who had not seen him for a long time, was pale, walking staggeringly, and there was an extremely hideous sword wound in his heart, and he could vaguely see a heart that was beating slowly under those flesh and blood.

Lu Xiaosan naturally knew that he was not a bullshit sword immortal.

Seeing the extremely miserable joy in front of him, he hurriedly ran forward and hugged this unlucky uncle.

Songguo also hurriedly ran over from the pavilion, and the little boy and girl worked together to carry this uncle back into the pavilion for some reason.

"Uncle Shi, what's wrong with you?"

Lu Xiaosan was also a little panicked at this time, and hurriedly reached out to cover the sword wound in Le Chaotian's heart, but was blocked by Le Chaotian raising his hand.

"Don't cough cough, don't touch it, you'll die."

There was a lot of weakness in Le Chaotian's always gentle voice.

Although Lu Xiaosan didn't know whether he was going to die or he was going to die, he still retracted his hand sincerely.

The little boy stood there with a flustered expression, his voice trembling.

"So, what then?"

Le Chaotian coughed twice, his expression became more and more pale, and his body was also extremely weak, wandering around him, but he was never able to get close to the sword wound.

"Senior, borrow a sword."

This young man, who was full of charm but was suppressed by those sword intents, did not answer Lu Xiaosan's question, but just sat up in the pavilion upright, and turned his head to look at the young man in green clothes who was still looking at the East China Sea in the world by the lonely island.

Cao Wei glanced at this side, but smiled softly, and said, "Look at the excitement, just watch the excitement, what are you doing so close?" ”

Although there was a lot of teasing in his words, the young man still raised his hand and summoned a sword.

In the twilight, the long sword came with a lot of lake water, and Lu Xiaosan and Songguo hurriedly got out of the way.

Le Chaotian stretched out his hand to catch the sword with a pale face, and then his expression froze, and he turned the sword body upside down, but it was directly inserted into his heart.

In an instant, the shore sword wind was blowing.

Lu Xiaosan and Songguo hurriedly left this pavilion, and it was not until they stood beside Cao Weiying that those fierce sword intent slowly dispersed, but among the sea, sky and green mountains in the world, there were suddenly countless sword sounds.

The sword intent in the sky was like a stream, and Lu Xiaosan and Songguo looked at this scene in a daze.

Everything came from the heart of Le Chaotian, who didn't know where to run back like a wild dog that had been beaten for some reason.

The long sword with the water of the sword lake that was inserted into the heart also had countless sword intent flowing on it.

The two sword intents converged in one place, and then gradually dispersed with those Dao Yun sword winds.

Le Chaotian only then pulled out the sword, threw it in the pavilion, and caught the wine gourd thrown by the grass for fireflies, took a big sip, coughed for a long time, and finally calmed down, and then turned his head and looked silently in the direction of a certain high cliff in the East China Sea.

Even if the world has a hunch, it probably won't think about it.

The first sword of the bush blade.

It didn't fall to Kamigawa.

It is the Taoist of this view of mountains and rivers.

There seems to be the sound of mountains and seas surging in the pavilion.