A small river beach in a small town in the East China Sea.

When the boy ran over, he found that the white-clothed sword cultivator was still there.

"Why are you still here?"

As he spoke, the child remembered that the man had said that he was going to wait for someone here.

"Hasn't the person you're waiting for come yet?"

Zhang Xiaoyu sat on a pile of pebbles by the river, holding the stick left by the child.

"No, I don't know when he'll come, maybe today, maybe tomorrow."

This white-clothed sword cultivator sat in the spring breeze, tilting his head and saying words that were very serious but enough to make people dazed.

"Maybe he's been wandering around the world and can't find me there."

The child lowered his head and picked up some beautiful pebbles and put them in his pocket, while thinking about the white-clothed sword cultivator walking.

"The East China Sea is huge, and if he can't find where you are, then why are you going to wait here forever?"

Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "Of course I won't wait forever. If he hadn't come for a long time, maybe he wouldn't have come. ”

"Why did he come to you?"

The child sat next to Zhang Xiaoyu and played with stones.

"Because he thinks I've done something wrong."

Zhang Xiaoyu raised his head and calmly faced into the distance.

The mountains in the distance are incomplete, and this is something that can be heard in the wind that blows in the ears.

"And what do you think?"

The child looked seriously at this sword cultivator, who had been blind at a young age, and asked.

Zhang Xiaoyu sat there and was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "I think there are some things that he is wrong about. ”

"So actually, strictly speaking, I should hate him."

The child sat there quietly and listened, looking at the slightly frowning brow on the white-clothed sword cultivator's eyeband, he thought about it, stood up again, and ran towards the town.

"You'll talk about it later."

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't know what this kid was going to do, but he just nodded and said, "Okay." ”

So the footsteps in the wind clattered on the pebbles of the river beach and left.

It took a long time before the child ran back out of breath and stuffed a pot of wine into Zhang Xiaoyu's arms.

"Where are you from?"

Zhang Xiaoyu asked a little strangely.

The child was holding his knees and panting.

"Sneak some out of my dad's wine. I don't think you're looking very happy, and you might want to have a drink, like last time, um.... Like my dad. He was very troubled these days, and although they were lucky to have nothing to do, they often drank some wine when they had to repair the house and all sorts of things. ”

The child gasped and spoke, and then sat down next to Zhang Xiaoyu.

"Alright, now you can talk about it."

Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a while, and then took the wine jug and began to drink.

Today's wine is a bit strong, and it is not suitable to talk about something.

It's just that what Zhang Xiaoyu can tell is probably only a short story, or a few short sentences.

Therefore, this white-clothed sword cultivator drank wine and thought for a while before continuing: "But sometimes it's hard for me to hate. ”

"Why?"

"Because there are some stories, at the very beginning, no one knows what will happen."

Zhang Xiaoyu whispered, and then drank the wine, as if laughing self-deprecatingly.

"It's probably like something I thought of when I met in a snowy field, whether it was me or him, it was a person who flew away, regardless of things."

Life is like everywhere.

"That's why some mistakes happen early, but they are remembered by the world for a long time."

The child didn't understand anything.

That's what some people say.

It seems to be full of emotion and emotion, but I don't want to say anything more clearly.

So the child thought for a moment and asked, "Who is that man?" ”

"Senior brother."

The child was startled by this voice, and looked up at the other side of the riverbank, only to find that there was already a very tall sword cultivator standing there.

"It's Senior Brother."

The tall Jian Xiu stood there with the sword on his back, looking at Zhang Xiaoyu, who had become a blind man, for a long time.

"It used to be."

Those calm words are like patches on clothes,

Zhang Xiaoyu handed the wine jug back to the child, and said softly: "Go back, there is still a lot of wine left, and it shouldn't be discovered by your father." ”

The child stood there silently holding the flask for a while, then turned around and ran towards the riverbank, but did not leave, but squatted in the grass, crossed the blades of grass that divided the field of vision, and looked at the two sword cultivators over there from a distance.

The sky was very good, and in the small river, there was a faint sparkling light, and the figures of the two people were obscured by the blades of grass, and they were illuminated by the sun that fell in the river, and gradually seemed to blur.

"Old nostalgia, boyish wind."

The blind man.

The child thought.

The blind man seemed to be smiling.

"Sometimes I wonder if some names are destined to have some fate in the first place. , Chen Huaifeng. ”

It turns out that the person's name is Chen Huaifeng.

But isn't he a senior brother?

Why didn't that blind man want to call him senior brother?

The sword cultivator named Chen Huaifeng just stood on the riverbank, in those shaking blades of grass, and said calmly: "Looking from the front to the back, everything is uncertain, looking from the back to the front, it is all fate, what is fate?" It's just a person knocking on the door of the past. Thinking about the stupid things that get more and more stupid along the way, and then powerlessly call it fate. ”

The white-clothed sword cultivator just kept laughing.

"It turns out that you will also think that those decisions in Nanyi City were stupid in the first place."

Chen Huaifeng was silent for a long time, he naturally knew what Zhang Xiaoyu meant.

For example, killing Liu March, such an event that has caused many stories.

For example, he let his son have no sorrow and went to test Zhang Xiaoyu.

Such a sword cultivator took on too many things at that time.

As a result, many fates, from Chen Huaifeng's decisions, went forward out of control.

"You know what?"

The white-clothed sword cultivator took the sword from behind him and stepped on the river beach until it began to submerge into the water.

"When I left Nanyi City, I knew I couldn't win. It was like walking on the riverbank in the past, but one day, someone suddenly pushed me and let me step into the river. ”

The blind man in white stood in the water, in the river, as if asking a child if he was a fish.

The river went up the robes, soaking the blood that had become a little black and red.

"When your shoes get wet, you just wet your clothes until you soak yourself in them all."

"What Uncle Qiushui said is not wrong, everything is my own choice."

Zhang Xiaoyu raised his head and looked at Chen Huaifeng with the eyes that were hidden under the clothes belt.

"I have blood on my clothes, but senior brother, are your clothes really clean?"

Chen Huaifeng didn't look at his clothes, just stood there quietly, looked at the blind man in the river, and said calmly.

"So you don't like you say it yourself, you can look at the original story with a lot of relief - people always have to whitewash themselves in order not to see the darkness in their hearts with peace of mind."

"Chen Huaifeng!"

The blind man may have been enraged, so such a sudden angry sentence made the children squatting in the grass far away startled, and subconsciously hugged the wine in his arms.

The countless blades of grass in front of him seemed to have been cut off by some kind of earthly wind, and flew messily in front of the child's eyes.

The child squatted there in a daze.

It turns out that the blind man is such a powerful person?

The boy was awakened by the crisp sound of a sword, and looked down at the river, only to find that the two had fallen together in the same river.

The two men were like some rough martial artists, each holding his sword in both hands, and slashed towards the other.

Then he stopped after the sword cultivator named Chen Huaifeng took a few steps back.

Perhaps it was after that sword that the blind man's anger was calmed down a lot, and the two of them fell into the river like this.

"Or should I, like you, hang all the blame on my lips all day long in order to seek the sympathy of the world? Just like Cheng Lu said at the beginning, belittling himself is nothing more than to get greater praise. ”

The blind man laughed coldly.

"So while you say that the blame lies with you, and on the other hand you bear the comfort and sympathy of the world with peace of mind, and you feel more and more that you are a great and magnanimous person, so you can stand on the bank of the river and look at me with a kind of pity and indignation—Zhang Xiaoyu, how can you be so ugly and so sinful?"

"Isn't it, brother."

The child squatted there in a daze.

It turned out that the blind man was called Zhang Xiaoyu.

This man doesn't seem to be a good person.

You may have heard such a name in the town before.

Then the child suddenly felt that the flask he was holding was also a little dirty.

So he tossed the flask aside and rubbed his hand hard against his clothes.

"And what about Master?"

The one named Chen Huaifeng didn't deny anything.

It's just that he was extremely calm, and he seemed to be full of sadness to ask such a question.

The world fell silent.

The blades of grass are flying, the river is flowing, and the sun is slowly shifting.

But the river, both angry and not, fell silent.

After a long time, the tall sword cultivator carried the sword and waded through the river towards the blind man.

"Master, Zhang Xiaoyu? Even if I do something wrong, even if it's me Chen Huaifeng, then what about Master? ”

The blind man may be speechless.

However, when the sword fell, the sword in his hand was raised.

Only this time, the person who retreated backwards and stumbled all the way to the river bank was Zhang Xiaoyu.

So far, the two of them have not used any sword intent, any vitality, just like two swordsmen, holding the sword, with an instinctive posture to slash.

The sound of the sword was loud.

The sword kept smashing down, and the white-clothed sword cultivator just kept stepping back with the sword sideways.

"Losing to Li Shi is something you don't have a choice, the world knows it, you have to go. But when you send that sword into the years, you have no choice at that time? ”

The tall sword cultivator held the sword and smashed it sword by sword, and no one who saw it would say that it was a good sword.

It will only feel rude, clumsy and savage.

"If it's going to rain and the embankment bursts and the world drowns, it's helpless, Zhang Xiaoyu, but whose fault is it that you cut off the embankment and drown?"

"Why don't you keep your mouth shut about what you brought from the view of mountains and rivers?"

"I have blood on my clothes and I have a guilty conscience, it's just Zhang Xiaoyu, you don't even dare to ask your own heart, what kind of face do you have to say such a thing here?"

The sword that slashed down finally brought sword intent.

It's just that the sword that has been lying in front of him has also begun to sweep away such a fierce existence.

Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly picked up the sword that Chen Huaifeng had slashed down, and stood there with the sword in his hand and gasped for a long time.

"That's enough."

Such a sentence is not angry, very calm, but slightly trembling.

The lips and teeth of the white-clothed sword cultivator seemed to be trembling, and the hand holding the sword hanging down diagonally was also trembling.

Chen Huaifeng stopped, holding his sword and looking deeply at the blind man not far in front of him.

"So what's the answer?"

Zhang Xiaoyu clenched the sword in his hand, stood up straight, raised his head, and blew the wind with a sense of haste.

"Because he's the one who deserves to die."

Maybe that person was his master after all.

So this white-clothed sword cultivator added a word.

It's called should.

When such a sentence falls to the world.

Everything fell silent.

The spring breeze is no more, the sword wind sweeping the world, and the wind and rain in the arms are coming.

The sword in the hand of the tall sword cultivator let go and turned into sword light around his body, and on the river beach, the wind and rain sword intent flowed.

"Please."

Often to put it mildly.

It's all a matter of life and death.

The last scene that the children squatting in the blades of grass saw was that the sword light that overflowed in the world was swallowed up by the mountains and rivers.

The boy stood up in a daze, knocked over the flask beside him, and looked around.

The river is in a hurry, the river beach is messy, but the two people can no longer be seen.

......

There is a Taoist from the north who walks quietly in a small town in the East China Sea, as if he is idle, but he looks at the world from time to time.

There are many wounds in the East China Sea.

Naturally, this has been the case along the way.

Jiang Shanxue looked around quietly, perhaps thinking that he didn't know how long it would take for this world, which had been beaten by those two people, to return to its original appearance.

For example, on a long street in the town, there is an extremely profound sword mark left by the sword intent that overflows into the world on a certain night.

When the Daoist walked by, there was a subconscious Dao rhyme spread around his body, to resist the erosion of that kind of sword intent.

Although the peaceful sword intent is also fierce and cold, it will not be so tyrannical and chilling.

Jiang Shanxue quietly stopped beside that sword mark, and the surviving people in the town were all far away from such a sword intent.

Therefore, the appearance of such a Taoist there, naturally, is extremely abrupt.

Someone kindly advised him to stay away, but the Taoist just shook his head slowly.

The meaning of that sword intent has faded a lot.

Something will die slowly over the years.

It's not just people, it's stories.

When the sword marks fade away, and when the time goes farther, the world will no longer remember the story of that night in the East China Sea so deeply.

So there was peace in the world.

Is it just that the previous world was not at peace?

Worried that the high-rise building would collapse, so the high-rise building was demolished in advance.

Perhaps reasonable.

It's just that such a Taoist can't understand why he uses such a decisive way.

Is it just for some so-called warnings?

The world will always have its own ideas.

People don't know everything.

Those who know are not human.

Jiang Shanxue stood there quietly, but at a certain moment suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.

No matter how well you do it, it will leave traces after all.

In today's East China Sea, what kind of two sword cultivators will fight?

The story is natural and clear.

This is also the purpose of Jiangshan Xuelai.

Although he adhered to the teachings of Bai Yuyao, he tried not to think about it or read those stories as much as possible.

It's just as the woman said.

Chen Huaifeng couldn't die at the hands of that white-clothed sword cultivator at such a time.

Jiang Shanxue sighed softly.

Zhang Xiaoyu, Zhang Xiaoyu.

This is truly a bastard.

But it's also a tricky bastard.

Just like his brother - every brother is.

The Taoist left the town calmly and headed for such a world.

......

Some people are coming towards the East China Sea, and naturally some people are leaving the East China Sea.

When there was a sword cultivation competition on the bank of a certain river in that world, someone stood on some distant mountains where sword intent still remained, quietly looking at this vast and lonely world.

From time to time, there is a sword light passing by.

It was the people of the East China Sea Sword Sect who avoided it at the beginning, and hurriedly returned to this homeland after the story ended, cleaning up their old rivers and mountains with the world.

In such a place, probably no one would have thought that such a thing would happen after a thousand years of peace.

Even in the troubled times before the establishment of the Gale Dynasty, this vast area radiated from that high cliff was also a rare place of tranquility in the whole world.

It's just that.

The woman with a cyan peach branch sword on her back stood quietly, thinking about what had happened in the past year.

It's just that after Qiushui died, such a high cliff in the world may indeed end from the world's field of vision.

This may be a sad thing - the only remaining sword cliff among the four major cultivation places in the human world is slowly disappearing from the human world.

Whether fate is like this, Cong Xin doesn't know.

But that's what history is all about.

That's how the years were.

There will be new beings in the world that represent the height of the world, which will be pushed out over the years.

It won't be the Human Sword Sect either.

Cong Xin was very calm and thought calmly.

When Cong Zhong laughed and died in the East China Sea, when Cong Blade also died in the East China Sea.

This sword sect, which has flourished and developed for thousands of years, will naturally go downward.

Cong Xin watched quietly there for a long time, and then turned around and rode onto the flying immortal of Qing Xiang.

How to come and how to go.

Nothing was taken away but a pinch of dust.