All the difficult things to face, in the end, have to be faced.

Xie Chaoyu finally got on the boat that the disciple named Ye Zhuliu had drifted from the sea.

It's just that this Taoist sat at the tail of the boat, and then the disciple sat at the head of the boat, and the two didn't want to see each other, probably much better.

As for Wang Xiaohua, it was to prevent the boat from overturning, and also to help the two cover a lot of things, so they sat in the middle of the boat.

The little Taoist boy was still blindfolded, sitting in the boat and looking up.

Although she couldn't see anything, Wang Xiaohua felt that if she lowered her head, she would definitely not even know where the wind was blowing.

"How far is that immortal mountain from the world?"

Wang Xiaohua probably also felt that the atmosphere on the boat was a little dignified, although she didn't know why it was so dignified, but after thinking about it, she still found a topic to talk about.

The divination operator did not speak.

Maybe I'm thinking about that sword cultivator, or maybe I'm thinking about another sword cultivator.

Both are difficult questions.

One is the unguessable leaf in the palm of the hand, and the other is the ethical norm of the world for hundreds of years.

What will the world think of their disciples marrying their grandmothers?

Hiss.

This is the first time that the divination operator has faced such a problem outside the world.

The world counts for hundreds of years, and it is naturally difficult to see such a situation happen.

Therefore, there is probably no similar experience in the world to teach such a Taoist.

Ye Zhuliu in the night boat glanced at the Taoist who was looking at the world with his back to himself at the tail of the boat, as if trying to find an excellent answer to the problem from the experience of the world, and then looked at the little Taoist boy who was sitting in the boat and said, "It's going to be far away, if you are tired, you can sleep first." ”

As for whether the immortal is not immortal, Ye Zhuliu did not answer.

Wang Xiaohua tilted her head and thought for a while, and said, "Then can you hold my hand?" ”

Ye Zhuliu asked, "Why?" ”

"Because Master didn't hold my hand, I'm afraid I'll get lost."

Ye Zhuliu looked at the robe on Wang Xiaohua's eyes, thought about it, then sat forward and stretched out his hand.

Wang Xiaohua thought that the hands of such a young Taoist should be very smooth and delicate, but when she held it, she found that the hands of this Taoist were a little rough like those of the divination operator.

This little Taoist boy was a little curious and rubbed Ye Zhuliu's palm with his fingers.

"Why are my brother's hands so rough?"

Wang Xiaohua raised her head and asked in the direction of the young Taoist.

Ye Zhuliu smiled softly and said, "Because this is the trace left by our attempt to hold fate in our hands. ”

Wang Xiaohua was shocked when she heard such a sentence.

She naturally knew who her master was, and she also knew what place she was going.

It's just that.

Can something like fate really be held in your hands?

"How did Senior Brother hold it?"

Wang Xiaohua asked curiously.

Ye Zhuliu said softly: "If you want to hold a gust of wind, how do you hold it?" ”

Xiao Daotong sat on the boat and blew the sea breeze, stretched out his hand and thought for a long time in the night, and did not think of how to hold it.

Then she heard a tearing sound.

It's like someone has torn their clothes.

Then the senior brother shoved a piece of Taoist robe into her hand.

When Wang Xiaohua held such a robe, she knew how to hold a gust of wind.

That corner of the robe turned into the appearance of the wind!

Wang Xiaohua held her robe and stretched out her hand in the wind, thinking in amazement.

Ye Zhuliu also saw the look of surprise on Xiao Daotong's face, so he laughed softly.

"That's how fate is held."

"That's how time is kept."

"The answer to many questions lies in transforming abstract things into concrete beings."

Wang Xiaohua put down the Taoist robe in her hand and looked in the direction of the Taoist in the darkness.

"Is this the missing Dao technique?"

Ye Zhuliu clenched Xiao Daotong's hand.

"This is the dialectic of materialism."

Xiao Daotong was a little ignorant.

After thinking about it for a long time, she thought about the little head facing the night breeze and was groggy, and Wang Xiaohua couldn't figure out what such a simple word meant.

So Xiao Daotong yawned, and then remembered that he actually wanted to sleep.

The sea breeze in the world seems to have suddenly become much smaller.

Wang Xiaohua knew that it must be her senior brother who had never met before who used Taoism to protect such a small boat, just like when her master was holding her hand and walking in the world.

So Xiao Daotong took his brother's hand and found a comfortable position on the boat, where he leaned on and curled up and fell asleep.

In the boat on the sea at night, the little Taoist boy fell asleep.

And the old Taoist in his seventies finally turned around and looked at the young Taoist who was protecting his junior sister to sleep.

"Let's dialectize the relationship between us, Ye Zhuliu."

Ye Zhuliu lowered his head and laughed softly.

"This kind of thing can't be dialectical, Master, moral things are transformed with the world's cognition of history, this is an idealistic thing, how to dialectic, or I call you Master, you call me Taiye....."

Ye Zhuliu didn't finish his words, and he was smashed in the face by Bu Operator who took out a mirror.

Of course, the Daoist's eyebrow bone was very hard, so he didn't smash any blood, but just caught the mirror that slipped from his face with his backhand.

Ye Zhuliu took the mirror and said with a sigh: "If the world saw Master like this, they probably wouldn't believe your nonsense." ”

Xie Chaoyu walked in the world in the name of a fortune operator, naturally with a fluttering robe, a transcendent birth, and the appearance of holding everything.

"I'm human, Ye Zhuliu, I'm not a cold mirror or an emotionless calculus." Xie Chaoyu was probably also a little helpless. "When the saint died, he still sighed in the world, of course, there could not really be a born person in the world."

The two of them sat quietly on the bow of the boat, and after smashing a mirror of their own disciple, the Taoist also lost a lot of anger and sat down quietly.

Ye Zhuliu looked down at the mirror in his hand, only to find that there were some cracks on it, of course, this was not caused by the fortune operator just smashing his face.

Those cracks came from the March 103 of the Great Wind Calendar, when this Taoist forcibly pushed the location of the Witch Ghost Cult.

"It seems that the mirror that Master made back then is too old."

Ye Zhuliu said with a sigh.

Bu Operator said softly: "Yes, it needs to replace the underlying logic. ”

The two didn't say anything more, and Ye Zhuliu put the mirror away.

In the vast night, the boat headed towards the overseas fairy mountain island imagined by Wang Xiaohua.

......

Xie Chunxue went to Huaidu.

It's just that this female sword cultivator who is dressed in white and carries a sword like snow is about the same as the thoughts of other disciples of the Human Sword Sect.

So this former fisherman sat quietly somewhere in the morning breeze rippling in the Pingchuan flowers.

When the mountains are full of flowers, she has no sorrow or joy in the bushes.

It's just that a sword intent is across the mountains and rivers, like a mountain and snow barrier.

So the snow-plowers came.

The white ink sword bell swept the snow, and this six-fold cultivation fell from the mountains and rivers, holding the sword and walking towards this white-clothed senior sister who was very talented, even in the entire history of the Sword Sect in the world.

"Senior sister, what do you mean by this?"

Zhong Songxue stopped among the flowers and looked at Xie Chunxue, who was blocking the way to Huaidu, with some anger.

Xie Chunxue raised her head, glanced at Zhong Sweeping, and also glanced at the white ink sword in his hand, and said very calmly: "It's not interesting, it's just that you are not allowed to pass." ”

"Master is dead."

"Of course I know that Master is dead. But knowing that the master is dead, he still chooses to go to Huaidu to die, which is a stupid thing. ”

Xie Chunxue quietly looked at the junior brother in front of her.

"That's Huaidu, not Nanyi City. Even if Kamigawa is still recuperating from his injuries, such a place is not a place you can set foot in. ”

Zhong Songxue looked at the woman in white in front of her for a long time, and said in a deep voice: "In front of such a thing, don't talk about anger but talk about sobriety, I think senior sister has probably caught a fish for too many years, so that she forgot where she is a sword cultivator?" ”

This woman in white, who has been fishing leisurely on the shore of the Southern Lake all year round, is now just sitting there quietly, like a snow-capped mountain in front of Zhong Sweep Snow.

Xue Shan raised his eyes and quietly looked at this middle-aged sword cultivator.

"Where are you sword cultivators?"

Both of them are naturally sword cultivators of the Human Sword Sect.

It's just that the world's perceptions are different.

Therefore, Xie Chunxue sits quietly in Chunxue all the year round, focusing on fishing and not asking about the world, and Zhong Songxue went to sweep the snow for the Taoist of Qingtian Dao because Zhang Xiaoyu suffered some grievances at the beginning.

The two of them confronted each other silently.

So there is another sword light between the world and the earth, and it is the sword of the green mountains and the water.

Even though he was fifty years old, the sword cultivator who still had a bearing was still in his bearing, when he saw this scene on the Pingchuan, he naturally understood something, fell down, and his figure appeared among the flowers.

"Senior sister is going to be a sword blocking the way today?"

Xie Chunxue said calmly: "It's just a sword to stop you from sending death." If I can stop you and go to Huaidu, what's the point? It is nothing more than a historical repetition of the death of the disciples of Sword Cliff to Emperor Huai. In a sword sect, there must always be someone to do such a thing, Qinglian was not there back then, but today I Xie Chunxue is still there. ”

"But there are some things, Huaidu always has to give an explanation to the Human Sword Sect."

Shan Zhaoshui said softly: "Even if the master died in the hands of Zhang Xiaoyu in the end, everyone saw the sword in the East China Sea at the beginning." That Your Majesty also needs to give an explanation to the world. ”

Xie Chunxue just sat in the bushes, dressed in white and stacked with falling flowers, and a sword of white snow fell on his knees.

"Of course, but you need to get past me first."

Shan Zhaoshui and Zhong Sweep stood there silently.

Sword intent Yokogawa.

With such a senior sister sitting here, the two of them will naturally not be opponents.

So there needs to be a silent wait.

Until the sword light in the world was everywhere, and the disciples from all over the world came.

So when some sword intent fell towards this sea of flowers together, the eyes of the world finally noticed the movement of such a flat river.

Just like what Zhuang Baiyi and Zhang Xiaoyu said at the beginning.

The disciples of the Human Sword Sect always live quietly in a certain world, accustomed to watching life and death for a hundred years, and then leave behind the legends of the worldly immortals and quietly leave.

When those Taoists who stood in the distant mountains and peeked saw that many sword lights that had been forgotten by the world stayed in Pingchuan together, they probably finally understood the reason why the Human Sword Sect only lived in Nanyi City to play cards, but was called the leader of the human sword path today.

The mountains and rivers are young, fifty-year-old six-fold cultivation.

And such a sword sect that has been dormant in the world for thousands of years, lying on top of the two clans of human and demon, has been full of the names of the sword of demon transformation and the purest demon cultivator in its long history.

Naturally, there are very few above the nine stacks.

However, under the nine stacks, many sword cultivators are like spring bamboo shoots, standing in such a sea of flowers.

Jiang Ye stood inconspicuously among those senior brothers with a sword on his back.

Beside him were those juniors who used to be in Nanyi City.

This is a disciple of this generation who has not yet entered the Great Dao and has not turned into a demon.

Looking at the ancient brothers who had finally dug themselves out of the world until the master died, such a thirty-year-old sword cultivator sighed very much.

The Human Sword Sect, of course, is very strong.

It is so strong that sometimes when people in the world see the tip of the iceberg, they will not have any objections.

It's just that a white-clothed sword cultivator senior sister is sitting there calmly, like a lonely island in the middle of a great stream, facing many great avenue sword cultivators.

Maybe the woman in white who sat idle in the world all day long to fish never thought that the human sword sect still had many sword cultivators.

So when she faced those sword cultivators, the moment she drew her sword, she was also a little sluggish.

But the sword was drawn anyway.

The woman in white stood up quietly in the midst of Yichuan's sword intent, drew her sword and pointed at the many sword master brothers.

"Please."

......

The young Taoist sat on the distant mountain and looked at the Pingchuan of the human world where the sword intent was rampant.

The picture of the woman in white drawing her sword and cultivating the swords to the others is naturally moving, but some torrents naturally can't be stopped.

This Daoist looked at it quietly, and coughed softly, those sword intents from the Human Sword Sect inevitably caused a commotion in some residual sword intent in his body.

So I coughed up some blood, and my face turned a little pale.

The Taoist who was brought back from Huangliang by a sword intent covered his heart with emotion, and there was a Taoist text circulating in his palm, suppressing the sword intent in his body.

"The sword cultivation of the twenty-seven Great Dao Cliff main realm, the demons are mixed, and this is only here yet."

This Daoist, who is known as the most gifted in the world today, couldn't stop chuckling like a cultivator who had just entered the cultivation realm in amazement at the magnitude of the world.

"It turns out that this is the Sword Sect of the world, and sure enough, the world is the Sword Sect."

"Liuyun Sword Sect, ahem, can you make up so many Upper Realm Sword Cultivators, senior?"

Someone behind him said calmly, "No." ”

The man stood in the mist of the green branches of the Spring Mountain, and his body was full of majestic sword intent, which was invisible, only about some white hair and green clothes were slowly fluttering.

White-crowned Tsing Yi, white clouds and clear streams.

It may also be white-haired and green-clothed, white clouds and clear streams.

As the most ancient and traditional sword cultivation place in the human world today, the Liuyun Sword Sect will naturally not accept people with excellent talents like the Human Sword Sect.

There are many disciples of such a sword sect, but at the level of sword cultivation in the upper realm, it is naturally far inferior to such a sword sect that straddles the two clans of human and demon.

"The sword cultivation of the Great Dao of the world, they account for half, the human sword sect has been passed down to this generation for thousands of years, and it is indeed the leader of the sword path, and it can also be regarded as the leader of the world."

Li Shi said softly.

"It's just that if you open the bow, you will shoot, and if you overflow, you will drain. This is inevitable and necessary. Even if they really live quietly in the world like the world, they will not really be the world after all. ”

"The world is just the world, and when they are angry, they can only climb over the world little by little, and they will not pass through the world like a stone and fire gap, and they want to ask the emperor for an explanation."

It took this Daoist a long time to suppress the restless sword intent in his body, and then he laughed softly and said to himself there.

"To live is to die. Dao Sheng's words, after more than a thousand years, are still deafening. ”

"If you climb up, you're going to fall. They don't want to fall on their own, so we have to help them. ”

The man behind him just watched quietly and didn't say anything.

Li Shi didn't care, just kept talking to himself.

"Absolute sainthood and abandonment of wisdom, the people benefit a hundred times. I'm curious about what the man who rode the green ox back then left such a sentence in 5,000 words. ”

"That was a long time ago." The man in the mountain standing behind Li Shi finally whispered such a sentence at this point. "Before the Sword Saint left the world, he had been to Hangu Temple, but no one knew what kind of story he had in the temple at the beginning, and what he had seen, leaving the world with only the question of who should be the master of the temple after the lack of a senior brother."

Li Shi sighed for a long time, and then laughed softly: "So the predecessors were really white-crowned and green-clothed Baiyun Qingxi? ”

"Yes."

"Where's the White Crown?"

The man said with emotion: "It's broken, when I looked up at the sky, it was broken." ”

Then the gray hair was overgrown, like a waterfall of snow.

Some people look at the cliff broken crown, and some people look at the sky broken crown.

It's probably just self-pity that is unattainable in all kinds of feelings.

The sound of the wind in the world stopped after a brief rapidity.

The story of that Hirakawari is over.

The man finally came out of the green branches and mist, dressed in a robe the color of a mossy stone in a stream, white hair like snow, and a straight face, vaguely showing the appearance of a gentle young man back then.

"There must be something to be afraid of."

This sword cultivator of the same era as Qinglian stood quietly on the top of the mountain and looked down.

The Manchuan sword intent was broken away, and countless sword lights headed north.

The woman in white stood quietly among the flowers with her sword in her hand, looking at the distant peers.

"We used to be afraid of Nanyi, then we were afraid of Tsing Yi, and then we were afraid of Emperor Huai."

Li Shi raised his head and looked at this sword cultivator with some sadness in his eyes.

"And then, Senpai?"

The man just whispered, "What we feared has come true." ”

"Fear doesn't come in a vacuum. There are always some reasons why people instinctively make such choices. The avenue is reciprocated before it can be renewed. ”

This sword cultivator's hand holding the sword fell on the Daoist's shoulder.

"You have to be the kind of person you are afraid of first, so that you can really go to the end, don't feel guilty, Li Shi."

The Taoist laughed softly: "The juniors are clear. ”