Spring is bright and sunny in the world.

Even if it is broken and broken, I don't know how many people in the East China Sea have been buried in the East China Sea.

The warm sunlight shining on those green hills also gave them a faint color of tranquility.

Fallen leaves fell from the branches, carrying misty and frosty dew, and then smashed down into some brilliant points of light.

Then he was stepped on by a pair of small shoes, making some rustling sounds.

On top of the little shoes was a small light little skirt, and then a very quiet little girl's face.

The little girl crossed the Qingshan Plain all the way, and finally stood on the green mountain of the nearest sea when the morning sun fell on the earth.

When the spring breeze came, some of the restless breath was muffled, and the little girl's short hair flew like a fluffy dandelion.

Cong Xin finally had some smiles on his face, as if he was behind him, as if all the previous stories had been forgotten.

After thousands of years, this little girl who was finally willing to come to the East China Sea from Nanyi City sat down under a tree full of white flowers on the mountain, with her legs folded.

When Cong Xin sat down under the tree, those white flowers began to take on a lot of colors, like a plain and white woman, thinking about seeing her sweetheart in the morning, so she began to comb and rub the fat red.

So the peach blossoms bloomed.

In those spring breezes, they fell to the world one after another.

So Xiao Cong's heart grew.

From a small girl in the world, she has become a woman with two dark braids and picturesque eyebrows.

The spring breeze is blowing towards the world, but those peach blossoms are constantly flying towards the vast East China Sea.

It was like flying over those long, 490,000 li vast seas, and falling to a place where a white-clothed sword cultivator died.

Cong Xin smiled and looked at the sea and the peach blossoms that flew into the distance.

It's just that in the eyes, under those smiles, there are tears in the eyes.

The spring breeze blew for a long time, and this woman like a peach blossom took off her shoes, stood up, and stepped on the mountains full of peach blossoms, and then walked quietly in this East China Sea with her shoes, and walked towards the coast.

The peach blossoms behind him kept falling.

Like some tears.

"It's been a thousand years, and the peach blossoms are blooming."

The peach blossoms are gone, and they're blooming.

Are you laughing in the bush?

......

Early in the morning.

The people of the town looked at the scattered clouds and mist, and also looked at the sword light that fell with the starlight, and finally let go of that worried heart.

It's just that people didn't have time to look at the sighs of those people who had been devastated by a battle between two sword cultivators, so they looked at the high cliff in surprise.

At the foot of the cliff, a young man with a sword on his back maintained a posture for a long time, quietly looking up at the long sword steps.

And between those clouds and mist surging cliffs, there were countless sword intents surging.

The people looked at it in amazement for a long time, and then they all gathered around and stood far behind the little boy.

It was just a small sword cultivator who knew the water realm.

However, after the end of such a story that made the world panic, a sword cultivator who suddenly appeared at the bottom of the cliff naturally easily reminded the world of some very mysterious stories.

Maybe knowing water is not knowing water?

So someone looked at the little boy who looked up at the cliff and asked loudly, "Do you want to go up the cliff?" ”

It took a long time for the young man to turn around, looking at the small town sword cultivators who were already crowded behind the clear stream behind him for some time, and then shook his head very calmly.

"I'm not going up, but my uncle is going up the cliff."

"Uncle Shi?"

The eyes of the people in the town fell to the places where the sword intent was surging between the clouds and mist.

The churning places are indeed slowly moving upwards.

"That's a thousand zhang down, your uncle is already so slow when he walks here, probably he can't go up."

The sword cultivators in those small towns talked to the people of the world one after another.

"Of course he can go up." The young man looked at the people earnestly, then turned his head back and continued to look up at the high cliff. "Because Uncle Shi doesn't have to be a middle-aged man who is very old and weathered."

People looked at the little boy in amazement.

"Then how old is your uncle, as big as that bastard Zhang Xiaoyu?"

Xiao Shao said in a young voice: "Sixteen years old." ”

There was an uproar in the crowd.

Naturally, people will not believe it.

"Then where are you sword cultivators? Liuyun Sword Sect, Human Sword Sect? ”

Someone looked at the back of the little boy with his head up and asked.

"Neither."

When Lu Xiaoer heard this question, he lowered his head, turned around, took the Xiwu Sword from behind him, and saluted with the sword.

"Lingnan Tianya Sword Sect, Lu Xiaoer."

People looked at the boy with strange expressions.

So it's Lingnan people?

Of course, there is no law that says that people from Lingnan cannot come to climb the cliff.

In fact, people from Lingnan come over every year, especially in the past few years, when Lingnan had 80,000 sword cultivators.

At that time, the world was peaceful, and the sword cultivation under the sword cliff was like a stream.

It's just that they often stop at a thousand feet and roll down in embarrassment.

Therefore, after hearing the word Lingnan, people changed their expressions of amazement.

"Lingnan people, it's already good to be able to come here."

It's a sincere compliment, but in any case, it's probably a bit of a sarcasm.

But the look in the eyes of those who said such things was naturally extremely serious and sincere.

Lu Xiaoer was silent for a while.

Lingnan is naturally like this.

They have nothing but a few qualities that deserve to be celebrated.

It's just that the little boy still said seriously.

"Lingnan will get better, and Uncle Shi will also go to a very high place."

These sword cultivators of the East China Sea naturally didn't believe in such a sentence very much.

It's just a boy's dream.

After figuring out the origin of the young man, the people crossed the clear stream and came to the bottom of the cliff together, looking up at the sword steps that were deep in the clouds.

The Grinding Sword Cliff is in the world, but it is very rare in the world to see the true face of such a high cliff.

No matter when you look at it, there will always be curiosity and longing in the eyes of the people under the cliff.

"What realm is your uncle?"

Youjian Xiu patted the little boy on the shoulder and asked.

Lu Xiaoer laughed softly, very proud and proud.

The young man is probably the most proud of talking about his uncle.

"Treading the snow sloping bridge."

The world under the cliff, which originally had some lively meaning, fell silent again.

Everyone's eyes were on the young man.

"Lingnan's sword cultivation? Sixteen years old, stepping on a snowy sloping bridge? ”

Someone laughed.

"Little boy, don't be kidding."

"The boy named Hu Lu of the Human Sword Sect doesn't have this kind of realm."

Someone said it, and suddenly remembered something, and there was gradually some very surprised color in his eyes, and he looked at Lu Xiaoer with wide eyes.

"I heard that in January this year, there was a Lingnan young sword cultivator who almost sent Hu Lu Yijian away in Nanyi City."

The man looked at the boy in amazement, and then looked up at the high cliff.

Lu Xiaoer said sincerely: "It's my uncle." ”

The sword cultivators who stayed in the Donghai town were silent.

For a while, I didn't know whether to praise the young man's high talent, or praise him for his big guts.

Those who felt that there was little hope after hearing about Lingnan from the beginning also felt that the matter of the teenager climbing the cliff was not so ridiculous at this time.

At least, a thousand zhang.

Maybe it's not something whimsical.

The people fell silent, tilting their heads like little boys, looking at the sword intent that was constantly surging in the clouds for a long time.

"That's more than 800 feet."

Someone said with amazement.

What are you doing at the age of sixteen?

Practicing swords? Looking at the mountains?

Or do you look at those sword furnaces in the town and imagine that one day, the world will remember the name on your sword?

The eyes of all the sword cultivators were silently following those surging sword intents and slowly moving upward.

However, those sword intents suddenly stopped at the time of nine hundred zhang.

People's hearts are tight.

Is it not enough to step on the snow slope bridge in the world?

Lu Xiaoer was also silent for a while, and then looked at everyone and explained seriously.

"Uncle Shi is very tired from coming all the way, so he may need to take a break."

People looked at Lu Xiaoer.

"Tired, why?"

Lu Xiaoer said softly: "Because he came from the battlefield of the White Deer Demon Clan, and he ......"

Lu Xiaoer's words were not finished.

Because what he was about to say was picked up by another person.

"He fought with me."

Lu Xiaoer listened to the very familiar voice and suddenly turned his head.

A white-clothed sword Xiu'an, who was covered in blood, blindfolded and wrapped in ears, and carried a bloody sword on his back, stood quietly in the upper reaches of the clear stream under the cliff, quietly looking up at the high cliff.

"Zhang Xiaoyu ....."

Lu Xiaoer muttered in a daze.

The world didn't recognize such an incomparably messy sword cultivator at first, until Lu Xiaoer's words fell into the wind.

Only then did people look at the sword cultivator who had stirred up the entire Great Wind for one thousand and four years.

Zhang Xiaoyu is in the current world, and he is naturally a person who cannot see the light and cannot appear in the world in a grand manner.

It's just that this is the Grinding Sword Cliff.

The woman on the cliff could naturally send him to the River Styx with a single sword.

However, everyone knows that Mojian Cliff has not asked about the world, and it has been a thousand years.

So even if that sword cultivator appeared here with a miserable blood color and that embarrassed appearance, there was not a single sword coming from the high cliff.

So only the angry sword cultivator in the town came out with his sword.

"Zhang ......"

That Enlightenment Realm sword cultivator didn't even say a complete name, and then a sword intent swept through his throat, clutching his throat and falling down.

"You know, I'm not a good person now, and if I'm not a good person, it's easy to kill innocents indiscriminately."

The sword cultivator stood there quietly, turned his head, and looked at everyone without emotion as his eyes were like a black-red flower after the blood had dried up.

"So you'd better be quiet."

All the sword cultivators in the town fell silent.

That small Dao realm sword cultivator who was giggling in Nanyi City at the beginning is now a five-stack sword cultivator, no matter how embarrassed he is standing there, it is like a deep mountain in the world, blocking the spring breeze in the world.

Lu Xiaoer was also silent.

No one said anything more, silently turning their heads back and looking up at the cliff.

It's just that the appearance of that white-clothed sword cultivator, and his first words, undoubtedly gave these sword cultivators a great shock.

So that young man, when he really fought with this five-stacked sword cultivator in the East China Sea, would he be so tired?

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't care what the world was thinking, he just stood there quietly, even if he could hear the wind, he couldn't see what such a young man was doing on the sword steps.

The wind in the world outlines everything.

However, the high cliffs are inaccessible.

So those clouds are the same for those who can see and those who can't see.

This white-clothed sword cultivator just stood quietly, also thinking quietly.

You must move forward.

Bro.

Then you must be worthy of the world's admiration.

Either they were lifted to a height and fell to their death.

Either.

Just jump out of fate.

So what does this white-clothed sword cultivator want to bring when he appears under this high cliff?

It is the name of the three swords in the world.

After today, the world will know that the young man had a fight with Zhang Xiaoyu and broke Zhang Xiaoyu's eye sockets.

......

Naturally, the world wondered why the boy had stopped there.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't know either.

This kind of thing can only be known to a certain woman on the cliff and the boy himself.

The young man stopped on the nine-hundred-zhang sword steps, and there was sword intent circulating around his body, but his hand was empty.

The umbrella had been lowered.

Right at your feet.

Nandao looked at the umbrella with a complicated expression, and also looked up at the heavenly dome on earth.

No wind and snow.

There is no snow in the world.

At a certain moment, this young man who was holding an umbrella all the way to face the sword intent suddenly had a very strange thought in his heart.

He knew that such thoughts were dangerous and crazy.

But after a long silence, he bent down, placed the umbrella on the ground, and then looked up at the sky beyond the cloud cliffs.

Spring is shining and nothing happens.

It's like a teenager who never needs to hold such an umbrella.

It's just that there is no snow in the world, but the boy's shoulders seem to be full of wind and snow, so that the boy can't straighten his waist, and can only hold his knees with his hands and gasp - this is a very common body movement in the world, but Nandao doesn't remember the last time he did this, when was it.

When he was five years old, he began to hold an umbrella, like a black mushroom, and squatted quietly under the eaves.

Nandao had been gasping for a long time before finally recovering and standing up straight, standing there empty-handed, looking up as if looking at the high cliff as if looking at the sky.

The clouds were rolling and lingering, but at last there was no such blackness in front of me, hidden at the edge of the eyes, obscuring many things.

So what does this mean?

What does this mean?

Is it that if a teenager wants to live without an umbrella, he can only stay on such a cliff for the rest of his life?

Nandao asked.

He didn't know who to ask.

There is clearly no umbrella, but the young man's breathing is becoming more and more difficult.

It took Nandao a long time before he finally calmed down, didn't say anything, bent down, picked up the umbrella again, and silently passed through the sword intent that was enough to leave deep and shallow sword marks on his body, and walked towards the cliff.

You're not here to climb the cliffs, South Island.

You're just, here to see the sir.

......

Qiu Xi'er stood silently on the top of the sword steps.

When the young man put down the umbrella, the woman in the white dress was also stunned.

Looking at the sword intent full of cliffs and the sword intent on the young man's umbrella, the woman in the white dress seemed to understand a lot of things.

Some people may have been born to be on a cliff.

The young man who once looked at everything in confusion several times in the heaven and earth of a young man in green clothes may be the real heir of the Grinding Sword Cliff.

Yes, the inheritance on the cliff, after the red clothes, was broken.

And someone was taken to the third disciple of Tsing Yi by a white-clothed sword cultivator.

So why is your sword called your hometown?

That's autumn water.

......

The spring is brilliant, the spring is bright, the spring is charming, and the spring is intoxicating.

Qing Xiang, who had been drinking wine all night in the small building, stood up from the side of the building and picked up the empty wine jugs beside him.

When I stand in front of you full of pain, you can't say that I have nothing, nor can you say that I'm empty-handed.

Prime Minister didn't know why he suddenly remembered such a sentence.

Probably the word empty-handed has appeared too many times.

So Qing Xiang stood on the edge of the building, looking at the red plums scattered like blood, and embraced the spring light of the building.

The white-clothed scholar sighed very contentedly, and then kicked Yun Hu Zhizhi, who was sleeping with some strong wine on the side.

The young scholar rubbed his eyes and shook his head, and woke up in a daze, looking up at his husband.

The prime minister smiled against the railing.

"Spring is so good, it's a pity that there is no money, and my friend is dead, so let's be an interesting thief."

......

When Hu Lu woke up, he was there for a long time.

The Sword Sect was as silent as if it had been buried in snow, and there was no sound.

But how can there be snow on earth?

The spring in the world is bright and beautiful, and the spring breeze in the world is gentle.

But there is no gentleness in the world.

The melon-headed boy sat up on the bridge and looked blankly at the sky for a long time.

The morning sun was slanting through the peach tree, which was blooming vigorously, and many peach blossoms were falling on the boy's shoulders.

How much do you know about the flowers in your dreams?

How much do you know about the flowers in the world?

The bustle of all this seems to be still in my ears, but everything I see in front of me is very little.

It's a good spring, it's better to have a dream.

The smell of grass in my dreams.

Hu Lu suddenly lowered his head and wept with great sadness.

Those sad cries alarmed Jiang Hehai who remained in the Sword Sect, and this senior brother of the Seven Realms hurriedly ran over, standing alone on the path of a pool, looking at the young man who couldn't cry, and also raised his hand to wipe his tears.

"Senior brother, you've finally woken up."

So the boy's cry was even louder.

Who wants to hear such a statement?

Why is it that you finally woke up and not that you were having a nightmare?

The cry of sorrow resounded throughout the garden.

So it became the only noisy and lively and prosperous sound in this thousand-year-old Sword Sect.

......

Onlookers clapped their hands and laughed wildly, what does it matter if they are sparse, what does it matter if they are crazy.

Volume II, The Man in the Sword.

Finish.