Chen Qingshan has a question.

The world is so lively, why don't people in the mountains come out to see?

Naturally, some people in those clouds and green mountains came out to see, stepping on the sword light, shuttling between heaven and earth, like fireflies that were frightened in countless summers.

It's a pity that those are not the people Chen Qingshan wants to see.

Chen Qingshan wanted to see two people.

When a person saw it, he had to find a way to kill him, this person was called Ye Hanzhong.

Another person saw it, and Chen Qingshan didn't know what he should do, because that person was called Chen Yunxi.

Chen Qingshan sat on the edge of the cliff and thought with some bad taste, I am also surnamed Chen, you are also surnamed Chen, my name is Qingshan, your name is Yunxi, maybe you are still my ancestor?

Whether Chen Yunxi has any descendants or not, no one knows.

The longest-lived Cong Blade Kamigawa in the world today is not the same era as him.

As for whether the people in the sky know it, Chen Qingshan doesn't know either.

for he has not seen any man in heaven.

The talent of the little girl in Shanyue City, who was trying to feel the sense of qi on the side, was indeed very poor, but Chen Qingshan liked it very much.

People who are too close to themselves can't be too talented, like that kind of delusional person, their talent can't be too good, and if they're too good, they will get into trouble.

Of course, not everyone is not too talented, if a person like himself who is willing to be a little saint in the world is more talented, it is also reasonable.

Therefore, Chen Qingshan had studied the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect for a long time, and then looked at the little girl who was quietly cultivating on the cloud cliff on the side.

Zhang Lizi was on his lap with a booklet, which contained the practice of the view of mountains and rivers.

What is written in it, Chen Qingshan doesn't know.

Although he also practiced from reading the booklet, he really didn't know what was inside.

After all, if you want to write it, then you have to be able to practice, and if you can't practice if you write it, what will the people who see it think? The people of the Taoist Gate said that it was materialistic, but it turned out to be a lot of sprinkled with nonsense?

So it's better to vaguely say that it's a pamphlet, which retains some plausible mystery, and everyone is happy.

As for what a woman in white told a young man under an umbrella, although Chen Qingshan heard it, he didn't think so.

After all, maybe it's a hazy passage from someone's ragged little book that someone has read.

If a young man in green clothes knew what this Shanhe Guan disciple was thinking about here, he would probably be very happy.

Yo, you're a psychopath, too.

Probably in the winter snow, I kept saying that it was summer, and people who were hot and dizzy and just wanted to eat watermelon seemed to the boy under the umbrella to be a little nervous.

When Chen Qingshan came back to his senses, he felt that he must be too bored, so he thought of these things that the gods were talking about.

So the black-robed Taoist stood up, stretched his waist, looked at Zhang Lizi and said, "Don't move around here, I'll go to the mountains to have a look." ”

Not only Zhang Lizi opened his eyes, but the red-clothed women in the East China Sea on the side all lowered their heads and looked over.

Of course, Qing Jiao has been looking at those sword-intent skies in the distance.

That's the story of the East China Sea direction.

No one knew what the woman in red was thinking.

Chen Qingshan didn't ask, nor did he pay attention to her, just looked at Zhang Lizi and said: "If something happens during the time I left, you can be sincere and ask the person next to me for help, although I am not a good person, but she is a good person, and she will not die without help." ”

Qingjiao was silent for a while, looked at Chen Qingshan and said, "Are you a moral kidnapping?" ”

Chen Qingshan raised his eyebrows and said, "What, aren't you a good person?" ”

Green Pepper was silent.

The most shameless means in the world is to kill.

If the green pepper is shameless enough, he will probably say that he is embarrassed and that he is a bad person.

It's a pity that the green pepper is more than proud, and the shamelessness is not enough.

So Chen Qingshan stepped on the cliff clouds and mist very chicly, and walked towards the Sword Sect.

......

Ye Hanzhong was sitting upright at the foot of the Qingxi Cliff, with his knees crossed with his sword, and he was recuperating from the injuries on his body there.

Many disciples in the Sword Sect went outside, looking at the situation in the sky with great trepidation, but Ye Hanzhong did not.

Because there is a person named Chen Qingshan outside the Sword Sect.

If he hadn't been intercepted and beaten by Prime Minister Qing, he probably wouldn't have been so vain, after all, everyone is an injured person, big brother don't laugh at the second brother.

There just isn't an if.

That human demon, a scholar in white, and a thousand-year-old Taoist, has always been an underestimated existence.

So Ye Hanzhong was beaten so that he didn't have a temper at all.

After all, he didn't even have the qualifications to fight back.

It's just that Ye Hanzhong didn't sit upright for a long time, so he regained his grip on the sword and looked up at the cliff of the Night Rain Cliff.

By the stream that drooped down, a Taoist stopped quietly.

Ye Hanzhong slowly rubbed the sword in his hand, calmed the horror in his heart, and then said very calmly: "The Flowing Cloud Sword Sect is not a human sword sect. ”

Chen Qingshan raised his eyebrows and said, "So? ”

Ye Hanzhong said slowly: "So there are many high-level uncles in the Sword Sect. ”

Chen Qingshan smiled and sat down on the edge of the cliff.

"You mean those white-haired sword cultivators in the mountains, clouds, fog, and sword pavilions?"

Ye Hanzhong was silent for a while and said, "Have you already seen them?" ”

Chen Qingshan said: "Of course not, but when I came, I saw them piled up on the distant mountain and looked at the sky with a sad brow, probably not noticing here for a while, of course, just in case, I also held the big dog guts and ran to the highest sword pavilion of your Liuyun Sword Sect to take a look." ”

The mountain and river viewer sighed as he spoke.

"You said that Chen Yunxi's predecessors haven't left the mountains for so many years, why did they leave this time?"

Ye Hanzhong looked at Chen Qingshan quietly and said, "What do you want to say?" ”

Chen Qingshan looked up at the sky and said softly, "I just have some guesses that I don't dare to say." ”

There was silence in the night rain cliff.

"Of course, there are some things, I can't guess it, it doesn't matter, I, Chen Qingshan, am very good at bullying cats and dogs, but after all, I am just a young disciple of Shanheguan."

This mountain and river Taoist is very modest, and in the face of such a sword sect, Chen Qingshan is of course very modest.

I was afraid that if I spoke too loudly, I would provoke those white-haired sword cultivators outside to run back again.

So when Chen Qingshan was very modest, Ye Hanzhong was also humble.

"I'll call for help, the loud one."

Chen Qingshan smiled slightly.

"What do you see down there?"

Ye Hanzhong lowered his head, and then fell silent.

Beneath him, of course, are mountains and rivers.

And he is falling towards the mountains and rivers.

Ye Hanzhong raised his head and looked at Chen Qingshan with a cold expression.

"Do you really want to do things perfectly?"

Chen Qingshan said as a matter of course: "You have threatened me with my favorite disciple, why can't I do a little bit?" ”

"It was you who made the first move."

"Not me." Chen Qingshan restrained his smile and stood up in the night cliff wind. "It's your Liuyun Sword Sect's hand that strikes first."

The mountain and river watchman said, turning his head to look at the sky in the distance.

"Originally, I was a little foggy."

The Taoist turned his head and looked at Ye Hanzhong.

"But now I understand that behind those stories in the world, there has indeed been the shadow of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect."

"So it's reasonable for a little saint in the world like me to be ambushed."

"I'll come to the Liuyun Sword Sect to beat you to death."

"It makes sense, too."

The sound of swords sounded in the Night Rain Cliff.

Ye Hanzhong drew his sword out, and with a sword wrapped in sword intent, he slashed straight towards the ground under him, trying to break through Chen Qingshan's green mountain river.

Although the mountains and rivers are shaking, they are very tenacious, and there are Taoist texts rippling under Ye Hanzhong's body like water waves, dissolving those powers.

Chen Qingshan raised his hand and said softly: "Actually, sometimes I think of some strange things, for example, if we don't know mountains and rivers, but mountains and seas, then can the view of mountains and rivers be called the view of mountains and seas?" After all, the Hangu View can be called the Hangu View because of the Hangu Valley, so it should be reasonable for us to go out of the mountains and seas and call it the Mountains and Seas View. ”

"So I tried to turn the river into the sea."

This is probably the reason why the river in Chen Qingshan's mountains and rivers is far wider than the river in Zhang Xiaoyu's mountains and rivers at the beginning.

Because it is larger, it can hold more water.

As a result, the strength that can be borne is naturally greater.

"Of course, I didn't really turn it into a sea, because I'm not really a very high human overhaul."

Chen Qingshan chattered there.

But when it comes to it, it's nothing more than a truth.

Persuade Ye Hanzhong not to waste his efforts.

Ye Hanzhong ignored it, turned into sword light, and flew towards the places above the sky where there was still night.

It's just that the next moment, this sword cultivator was smashed from the sky with a punch.

It's like being smashed in the face by Zhang Xiaoyu's punch and his nose is blue and his face is swollen.

Chen Qingshan withdrew his fist and looked up at the sword lights that were like stars in the sky in the early night.

The stars are shining tonight, and the heart that kills you is full.

Just looking at the distance and seemed to be a little alarmed by Dao Yun, and when he was coming to the sword cultivator here, this mountain and river Taoist still frowned.

The night rain cliff is not loud enough, nor is it annoying enough.

So Chen Qingshan didn't think about anything more, lowered his head, and his whole body flowed, and then all of them fell on his arm, and once again smashed his fist at the sword cultivator who was holding the sword.

There's a saying.

If you can't go the way, open it with your fists.

So that punch embedded the sword cultivator into the cliff.

Ye Hanzhong was stuck in the cliff in embarrassment, coughing up blood and looking at Chen Qingshan, who did not have a third punch but turned into a finger, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Kill me, the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect will not let go of the Mountains and Rivers."

Chen Qingshan said calmly: "Isn't that a good thing? Without a fight, how can the world know the hidden stories hidden in this Liuyun Mountain Range? ”

Ye Hanzhong fell silent, and the mountains and rivers suddenly fell.

At the same time, there was a sword light in the night of the world.

......

"I think it's boring."

Cong Xin, who is no longer the little girl she looked like at the beginning, stands quietly in the midst of those mortal beings who have been beaten to pieces.

"Cong Zhongxiao was like this back then, feeling that he was carrying a human world on his shoulders and the name of the first sword in the world, so he seemed to be able to do everything, so he ran to the East China Sea, and died there like a fool."

The picturesque girl looked down at the dust in her palm.

"I don't know why you chose this as well, or do you think it's chic?"

Cong Xin raised his head and looked at the extremely embarrassed white-clothed sword cultivator above the green mountain.

"Yes, a sword cultivator who sits on the river bridge all day long and sleeps lazily, finally waited for a certain day, the world changed greatly, so he picked up his sword and went out, looking up to the sky and laughing out of the door, how can my generation be a turtle son bastard. So he died generously, thinking that when I died, the world would be grateful. ”

Cong Blade smiled embarrassedly and easily, coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, and said: "Yes, you are right, I Cong Blade is such a person, a man is a teenager until he dies, who wouldn't want to be a hero?" Senior brother gave me such an opportunity, so I naturally had to seize it. ”

The white-clothed sword cultivator clenched the sword in his hand again, and turned his head to look at his senior brother in the night.

"It's a bastard, Cong Xin, even if you come to the East China Sea, you can't stop us."

Cong Xin looked at Cong Blade quietly, and then raised his hand and pulled out the sword from behind him little by little.

The hilt of the sword is cyan, like some peach branches, and the body of the sword is like flowing water, like a clear stream.

Everything is like the appearance of the Peach Blossom Creek Bridge of the Human Sword Sect.

What about peach blossoms?

Peach Blossom is holding a sword.

Cong Xin is of course not a sword cultivator, but it does not mean that such a girl holding a sword has no deterrent power.

In fact, when Cong Xin pulled out that sword, the sword intent of the entire East China Sea human world from the two brothers was suppressed a little.

Just like the sword intent on the sword grinding cliff can be used as a sword.

Those sword intents by the river bridge somewhere can also be swords.

If Cong Blade was still in his heyday, he would naturally not have to care about these things.

It's just that even Kamigawa has to look at the girl who drew her sword solemnly at this time.

Cong Xin looked at the black-robed emperor and said calmly, "You go, Shenhe." ”

Kamigawa, who was also depressed, silently looked at the peach-clothed girl standing in the broken green mountains, and then looked at the dust in her hands, and was silent for a long time, then turned around and disappeared into the green mountains.

"I'm sorry."

The apology of the emperor of the world slowly fell to the world.

Cong Jian was silent for a while, silently looking at the girl under the green mountain.

"Isn't that interesting, Cong Xin?"

Cong Xin said softly, "I think it's interesting, Cong Blade. ”

Cong Jian quietly looked at the girl who had been talking about bullying her all the year round, and said slowly: "I think it's very boring, do you know what Kamigawa took away?" ”

Cong Xin said calmly: "I know, but so what? You sometimes ask yourself, do you really want to be more of a hero, or are you more jealous? ”

"It's both."

Cong Blade's answer was extremely concise, and as the words fell, the sword intent around the white-clothed sword cultivation body flowed again, and the heaven and earth vitality converged.

Cong Xin held the sword in his hand, watched this scene quietly, and said softly: "So you want to attack me too?" ”

Cong Blade said calmly, "Since you want to stop me, then..."

"Why not?"

So the sword that was wrapped in the vast sword intent and vitality shot like a brilliant meteor between heaven and earth towards the girl standing under the green mountain.

Cong Xin quietly looked up at the sword that came from the sky.

It's like the little girl who looked up at the sky when she first became a human many years ago.

"Cong Blade, you're really crazy."

The peach-clothed girl said sadly.

The sword suddenly stabbed into Cong Xin's heart.

It's just that it didn't really penetrate away, but stopped in the heart of the girl holding the sword of the peach branch, as if she was exhausted.

Cong Xin lowered his head and looked at the square inch sword that stopped outside the square inch in a daze.

Then he suddenly realized something, raised his head, and looked at the green mountain with wide eyes.

The white-clothed sword cultivator smiled slightly.

"There are some things that are destined not to be kept. Cong Xin. ”

Cong Xin's gaze slowly moved downward.

There was a large area of bright red in the heart of this white-clothed sword cultivator, and there was also a cold light poking out from there, and those bright red blood was slowly dripping along the blade of the sword that had come from the years.

"You've been on earth for thousands of years, and you should understand something like this."

Cong Blade chuckled softly, looking down at the sword that pierced through the heart.

Above the green mountain, another white-clothed sword correction walked up silently stepping on the ground and descending sword intent.

"Zhang.... Small fish. ”

Cong Xin only felt as if for a moment, the world was full of wind and snow.

So the world really began to slowly fall fine snow.

The white-clothed sword cultivator stepped on the snow, stopped behind Cong Blade, and raised his hand to hold the sword called Shanhe.

Then he pulled it out.

"Master......"

The white-clothed sword cultivator lowered his head and sobbed softly.

"You taught me too well."

Cong Jian slowly turned around, and looked at the most proud disciple in his life behind him with a slight smile.

He was also the only disciple who learned his causal sword.

"This sword is exactly the same as the sword in the original rumor."

Cong Blade sighed very much.

"So that sword back then, you also stabbed it."

Zhang Xiaoyu just lowered his head, and then knelt down with his sword, crying loudly.

"So you will actually always be because of the sword, not only the sword, Zhang Xiaoyu, as the world knows."

Cong Blade smirked.

"I really taught you well."

In December of the 13th year of the Great Wind Calendar, a white-clothed sword cultivator left Huai'an and went to the rumor, and the world only knew that he went to see the girl he liked very much.

It's just that.

The ancestral courtyard of the Hanging Courtyard is in the rumor.

After crying like a Dalmatian in the snow and leaving the town, which looked like fallen leaves, Zhang Xiaoyu went there.

Then Li Qinghua had a dream.

Cong Jian raised his hand and gently stroked the top of this proud disciple's head, and looked up at the sky, and the starlight was gone.

"But that's fate. That's where I stand. ”

Cong Blade withdrew his hand and stood in the night empty-handed, and then countless sword intent surged out from his heart.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't dare to look at anything, as if the snow would shine on his dirt, just knelt on the ground and cried.

So.

So the South Island.

Why is your sword three feet short?

......

Kamigawa stood quietly under the high cliff, looking at the junior brother who died in the distant green mountains, and slowly closed his eyes.

There was a wind and snow in the world that fell on the shoulders, and the black robe was like a white robe.

Not far away, a miserable-looking young man came with a sword.

The boy didn't hold an umbrella, so the wind and snow came.

"Does Your Majesty want to go up the cliff?"

The young man asked in a voice.

There was also a little boy with a pale face on the side.

Kamigawa opened his eyes, and his gaze fell on the young man, and then on the umbrella not far away.

"What if I want to go up the cliff?"

Nan Dao stood in the colder and colder wind and snow, and said softly, "Then I will have to abandon my umbrella." ”

Kamigawa said calmly, "Do you know anything? ”

Of course, the boy didn't know anything, but maybe he guessed something.

So the boy just shook his head and said sincerely, "There are still three breaths." ”

There are still three breaths, and the East China Sea is finished in the true sense.