Of course, the people of Heavenly Hell would not come here and stab him for no reason.

At the beginning, only Simon knew about the affairs of the South Island.

Of course, Chen Huaifeng is naturally yes, but this Sword Sect Senior Brother is obviously not interested in such a thing.

Lu Xiaoer stood there, silent for a while, and then said softly, "Then what should I do?" ”

If the boy had been on a cliff, there would never have been such a problem.

But the boy didn't, he went down the cliff one day, and then sat by the stream and was asked for a sword.

So something came to me.

Nandao stood quietly by the stream.

"It's coming."

If it weren't for the fact that Zhang Xiaoyu set off a mountain fire in the world, some things would have already come.

"What's more, this time, they didn't even have any warning, but directly killed them."

Nandao looked down at the sword wound in his chest.

"I guess I'm a little scared."

Lu Xiaoer looked at his uncle quietly.

Nandao stood by the stream for a long time, then turned and walked slowly to the north.

So Lu Xiaoer understood what his uncle meant.

Naturally, it was time for them to leave the East China Sea.

The little boy looked at You Chunshan on the side.

The latter probably hesitated, holding the wooden sword and standing there for a long time.

It was only after a long time that the unfortunate young man waded across the stream and picked up the unfinished grilled fish.

"The fish hasn't been eaten yet."

You Chunshan said very seriously.

Qi sense was not found either.

So the young man with the wooden sword and the fish waded across the stream again.

.......

The fine snow sword boy who was first asked about the name of the sword was attacked outside the town, and was soon brought to the town by some sword cultivators who happened to see it.

Wang Xiaoer sat at the door of the small shop and laughed, saying that he really deserved it.

Then he was finally beaten by the unbearable sword cultivators who rolled up their sleeves and beat him.

Wang Xiaoer didn't know why he was so used to the feeling of being beaten up, and he dragged his body to the window of the noodle restaurant with a blue nose and swollen face, where he hummed and chirped.

Those sword cultivators didn't kill each other.

After all, that would be too shameless.

Wang Xiaoer snorted for a long time, and after those sword cultivators ran out of town to see if the young man was still there, he stopped and sat there very quietly.

I looked at the scenery of the town outside the window in a daze.

I don't know what I'm thinking.

Maybe it was the words that the white-clothed sword cultivator called Cong Blade said when he left.

So maybe I remembered words such as one is kind, the other is thrifty, and the third is not daring to be the first in the world.

Wine can't be brewed too much to taste, and noodles can't be cooked too flavorful.

Of course, things change.

Just like his boy outside the town, who was fine before, was suddenly stabbed by someone.

Wang Xiaoer sat there for a long time, then looked at the town in the late dark, moved his muscles, limped over to close the door of the shop, and heated a pot of wine on the stove.

So nothing is as good as drinking behind closed doors.

Wang Xiaoer drank for a while, and then saw those sword cultivators walking back in twos and threes.

The boy was probably gone, and they saw only some blood by the stream.

This is something that they feel extremely sorry for.

After all, if such a teenager can slowly raise his realm in the East China Sea Town, it is undoubtedly a very good thing.

Although the young man is a Lingnan sword cultivator, it is the East China Sea sword cultivator who asks him about the sword.

In the future, if it really becomes the Three Swords, it will naturally be quite beneficial to the entire East China Sea.

Although Donghai is much stronger than the Lingnan Sword Sect, it is probably difficult to get involved in a name like the Three Swords.

Wang Xiaoer looked at those sword cultivators who were very emotional and regretful, smiled to himself, and sat there drinking wine with his blue nose and swollen skull very leisurely.

......

A certain Heavenly Hell Sword Cultivator stood silently in the green mountains of the East China Sea, looking at the three people who had left in the twilight from a distance.

His sword had blood and snow on it, from the boy.

The evening breeze blew the black robe, revealing the waist plate representing the heavenly hell below.

It's just that the handwriting engraved on it doesn't represent Nanyi City, or the Heavenly Hell of the Hanging Snow Mountain Moon in the south.

It's a locust character.

The young sword cultivator stood there quietly for a long time, then raised his sword, wiped the blood from it, and knocked away some of the fine snow that had condensed on it, and then sent the sword into its sheath and turned to leave.

......

Xiao Daotong listened to the voices that were not very noisy, and asked the old Taoist beside him softly.

"Where are we?"

Bu Operator said calmly: "Qingjiao." ”

Xiao Daotong thought for a long time before he remembered that they had been here before.

It's just that it was obvious that the city of the East China Sea Plain at that time was much more lively than it is now.

It seems that it was here that they met a young man who sincerely begged for fortune telling.

Wang Xiaohua can't remember it anymore.

If the sound of the world is the same as usual, then many things can naturally be clearly substituted into it and then remembered.

It's just that obviously after the story of the East China Sea ended, this world was a little silent.

For example, a corner of the city wall was cut off by some overflowing sword intent, and it looked like it was standing there stupidly.

Of course, Wang Xiaohua can't see that kind of picture.

It's just that the sound of the wind blowing through the city is different.

The two walked on the very lonely street for a long time, and Wang Xiaohua was probably a little curious, what the Taoist was walking around this time.

It's just that before he asked, he heard the Taoist next to him say slowly, "We're going back." ”

Going back?

Where to go back?

Wang Xiaohua suddenly thought of something, even if she was blindfolded, she subconsciously opened her eyes wider.

"Are you going to go back to the view?"

Bu Operator said softly: "Yes." ”

"Missing a gate in Qingjiao City?"

Wang Xiaohua is a person from Nanyi City, so it is naturally easy to think of such a sword sect in the city.

"No, we're going to go through the city and continue north."

Wang Xiaohua sighed a little disappointed.

"Sometimes it's too noisy for you to do something."

Bu Operator said softly: "So we want to be in a very quiet place. ”

"How quiet?"

The Taoist beside him was probably thinking about how to describe Wang Xiaohua, and after a long time, this little Taoist boy walking in the dark heard the voice of the Taoist.

"It's as quiet as if you're looking at a black patch without any impurities."

Wang Xiaohua quietly looked at the black in front of her that was obscured from everything, and thought that it was indeed a very quiet place.

"Once there, you can take off the eyeband."

Bu Operator continued.

Wang Xiaohua thought for a long time before she said softly: "Because that is a place where you can't see the world?" ”

"Yes."

Xiao Daotong was very curious and followed the Taoist through those sparse and not lively worlds, thinking that where would he not be able to see the world?

Even if it's in the sky, you can see it.

Do you have to go a long way to the top of that Yellow Mountains?

It's just that you should be able to see the world there.

Xiao Daotong thought about it for a long time, but still didn't have an answer.

The Taoist beside him coughed again - since the two people who used to play cards at the card table had a fight in the East China Sea, this Taoist had been coughing from time to time.

The reason is also very simple.

Because he tried to lay down the Qiankun Dao technique in the East China Sea, but was directly cut by the sword intent of the two.

Naturally, there were some injuries.

Xiao Daotong listened to the sound of shouting and selling hot tea on the side, thought about it, took the Taoist hand and said, "Let's take a break after drinking hot tea." ”

The Taoist next to him said, "Okay." ”

The two sat down at the tea stall.

"What's wrong with your girl's eyes? Also recently injured? ”

The woman who bought the hot tea poured tea for the Taoist, and looked at Wang Xiaohua and asked with pity.

The Taoist didn't want to say anything more, just nodded.

The woman sighed and said indignantly, "I don't know what kind of madness they have in heaven to suddenly fight on the earth.....

Heavenly man is a very general concept.

For some very high cultivators, probably only a person like the young man in green clothes can be called a heavenly person.

But for the people of the world, those who carry swords, wear Taoist robes, can fly, and can shine, are all heavenly people.

Wang Xiaohua sat there and carefully held the hot tea and drank it, and the Taoist beside him also took a sip of tea, but he answered the woman's complaints.

"Who knows?"

This is a very common emotion, just like this Taoist is not Xie Chaoyu, one of the three views, but a god stick in the world, who put down his disguise, and said his feelings about such a story in a daze and helplessly.

Wang Xiaohua was very curious.

How could his own master not know?

At the beginning, he also dragged himself to play cards and persuade to fight.

Just listening to the emotion of that sentence, it seems that such a Taoist really suddenly doesn't know why such a thing happened in the world.

The two drank several bowls of tea before they began to walk in the world again.

After walking for a long time, when the surrounding sounds gradually faded away, the little Taoist boy looked up at the Taoist in the darkness in confusion.

"Does Master really not know?"

Bu Operator was probably silent for a while, and then said softly: "Originally, I thought I knew, but now I really don't know. ”

Wang Xiaohua was puzzled.

There was a sound of wind blowing in the world, and there was a chill.

Probably the two of them had already passed through such a city, walking in the spring plain outside the city.

"You are from Nanyi City, you should know what the sword is called."

Bu Operator said slowly.

Wang Xiaohua was stunned for a moment, and said softly: "Causal Sword." ”

Bu Operator sighed and said, "Yes, the Cause and Effect Sword. This is a sword ...... that integrates the law of the Sword Sect, the Dao Gate, and the Buddha Gate."

Xiao Daotong still didn't understand.

The spring breeze carries the breath of night.

The wind at night is of course colder than in the evening.

Wang Xiaohua noticed that this Taoist had stopped on the plain on the twilight of spring night.

It seems to have turned around and looked south.

"If he dies at the hands of Kamigawa, of course I can understand and understand."

Wang Xiaohua stood there in a daze, and said softly: "But what? ”

The divination operator looked at the south for a long time.

It's like when I went to the East China Sea, I suddenly looked back at a butterfly that flew away.

What was the divination operator thinking at that time, and what is the divination operator thinking about today?

Wang Xiaohua couldn't see through the mind of such a Taoist.

"But he died at the hands of Zhang Xiaoyu."

Bu Operator whispered, and then continued to walk forward.

"How could a sword cultivator who is proficient in Buddhism's fateful path die in the hands of Zhang Xiaoyu?"

Wang Xiaohua's eyes widened and she stood there in a daze.

Even a little Taoist boy like Wang Xiaohua, after getting the point of the divination operator, he could see that the death of that sword cultivator was not normal.

So she finally understood why Xie Chaoyu said so sincerely that she didn't know.

This is probably a very difficult thing for people to figure out.

Wang Xiaohua stood stunned for a long time, and then silently followed the Taoist and continued to move forward.

"So Master, do you have any ideas?"

"Nope."

The divination operator is very sincere.

"I can't see anything."

"Such a thousand-year-old sword cultivator ......"

"It's someone three feet away from me."

If you go back in time to many years ago, when Cong Jian and Xie Chaoyu were telling a certain story—Le Chaotian once told such a story to Zhang Xiaoyu.

The story of the leaf in the palm of your hand.

When such a leaf was held in Cong Blade's hand, Xie Chaoyu could never guess whether it was complete or broken.

That's the fate of the three feet.

But of course, there are people in the world who can guess.

For example, a certain young man in a green dress.

But it wasn't so much that he could have guessed.

It's better to say where he wants his fate to go.

Fate can only go in which direction.

It's just a pity that Xie Chaoyu is not that kind of person.

So I can only walk in the East China Sea Plain at night, full of questions.

The two of them had been walking along the plain for a long distance.

Xiao Daotong seemed to hear some sound of the waves.

Then she suddenly understood something.

I was pleasantly surprised.

"I know where I can't see the world."

Bu Operator chuckled softly and looked up at the endless sea.

"Yes, the lack of a door is in the East China Sea, this is a very simple and straightforward sentence."

It is not as the world thinks, in the green mountains of the East China Sea, in the East China Sea Plain, and in the East China Sea world.

Donghai is a geographical term, or it can be just the name of a piece of sea.

In the East China Sea, it is in the East China Sea.

It's just in the sea.

"So how are we going to get there?"

Wang Xiaohua asked suspiciously.

Is it to fly all the way over?

"Just wait for the ship to come."

Wang Xiaohua stood by the sea with some excitement.

The sea breeze in the night seems to be much softer.

"It turns out that there is really an island of fairy mountains overseas?"

Xiao Daotong said very longingly.

"Then there must be clouds and mist, green mountains and strange stones are stacked, and then there is a transcendent Taoist temple, in those clouds and mist, a corner of the green eaves is looming."

Bu Operator just smiled slightly and didn't say anything.

This is probably in line with the world's impression of such a mysterious view.

Wang Xiaohua pressed the emotions in her heart and stood quietly beside the Taoist.

It's just that the sea breeze has been blowing quietly for a long time, and there is still no sound of the ship coming.

"Can I remove the eyeband?"

Wang Xiaohua raised her head and asked.

Bu Operator said softly: "Not yet. ”

Xiao Daotong lowered his head in some disappointment.

Finally, after a long time, Xiao Daotong pricked up his ears, and vaguely seemed to hear the sound of some sea water being swept away, hidden in the sound of the waves, very slight, but Xiao Daotong, who had not seen things with his eyes for a long time, still heard that sound keenly.

"Is the ship coming?"

Bu Operator did not answer immediately, but after a long time, he sighed softly.

"Yes."

"Master, what are you sighing about?"

Wang Xiaohua asked a little puzzled.

So Bu Operator sighed again.

This made this little Taoist boy full of questions.

It was supposed to be a boat.

Wang Xiaohua remembered that when she and the fortune operator were floating on that piece of Daze, it seemed to be such a voice.

The boat should have docked.

It's just that neither the people on the boat nor the people next to them have spoken.

Wang Xiaohua just heard a very dull breathing sound.

It's like two people looking at each other, but neither of them knows how to speak.

This inevitably made the little Taoist boy clench the hand of the Taoist beside him a little nervously.

Could it be that something has happened again?

For example, the sword cultivator who was supposed to be dead was sitting on the bow of the boat at this time?

Wang Xiaohua thought about it carefully, took a deep breath, raised her hand and scratched her head, this kind of thought is not impossible.

So do you want to call yourself a senior?

Let's call it.

After all, when they were playing cards, their master once ridiculed the two of them for playing worse than dogs, maybe it was because of this that the two were a little embarrassed to meet.

"Former ....."

Before Wang Xiaohua's senior could call out, he heard the Taoist beside him whisper: "This is your senior brother, Ye Zhuliu." ”

Wang Xiaohua stood there stunned.

I thought to myself, Master, it turned out to be a disciple of your old man.

But why did you make the scene so embarrassing when you saw your own disciple?

What about that disciple?

Wang Xiaohua was thinking about it in a daze, and even forgot to call her senior brother.

After a while, I heard a very young voice say, "Hello, junior sister." ”

Wang Xiaohua hurriedly saluted in the direction where the voice came.

"Hello senior brother."

It was only after these two question marks that the atmosphere of the sea breeze froze again.

So the person on the boat whispered again: "Disciple Ye Zhuliu, I have seen Master." ”

I don't know why, Wang Xiaohua always felt that there seemed to be some smiles in the words of the young Taoist on the boat.

So Wang Xiaohua finally heard the Taoist beside her say helplessly: "I.... You..... What about Xie Chunxue? ”

The Taoist on the boat seemed to be silent for a while, and then said softly: "She went to Huaidu." ”

Wang Xiaohua seemed to finally remember a question she had asked earlier.

My own master, is there a grandmother of the Sword Sect?

Is it called Xie Chunxue?

Sword cultivation is also a human being, and a Taoist is also a human being.

Perfection is unattainable.

The birth of the ultimate can only be called the ultimate when it becomes a pursuit.

Therefore, the Taoist named Xie Chaoyu and the disciple named Ye Zhuliu were relatively speechless.

Probably makes sense.

That's why Le Chaotian smiled so happily when he sent a letter to the world in the small building.