The woman in white holding the sword of snow appeared in the town under the Qingtian Dao Mountain.

The arrival of such a nine-stack sword cultivator, even if it is Qingtian Dao, naturally needs to be taken seriously.

At the edge of the town under the mountain, that Qingtian Dao veteran has been waiting for a long time, but it is probably not as long as a few spring and autumn seasons.

The town is peaceful.

When Xie Chunxue walked through this human town, she sighed a little.

The south has become a pot of porridge, but the north is unharmed.

Even if it was the rebellion of the demon clan at the beginning, it did not have any huge impact on the north of the human world.

After all, the south waits and sees Nanyicheng, and the north looks at Huaidu.

Nanyi City is in a mess, and the south is naturally not peaceful.

Xie Chunxue crossed the town with a sword and appeared at the bottom of the mountain.

The old Taoist was waiting for Chen Huaifeng at the beginning of the clear stream.

"Why did the seniors come to Qingtian Dao?"

Xie Chunxue stood with her sword in her shoulder, and did not answer such a question, but laughed softly and said the words of title in that sentence.

"You and I are both cultivators of the Nine Stacks, so why should we be commensurate with our predecessors?"

The old Taoist calmly raised his palms and saluted.

"It was a predecessor back then, and it is still a predecessor now."

If Xie Chunxue and Xie Chaoyu did not have that layer of identity, they probably would not be called predecessors.

Xie Chunxue sighed and said, "According to that, then you Qingtian Dao White Jade Ballad, don't you also want to call me senior?" ”

The old Taoist said slowly: "If the Guan Master is willing to call himself a senior, then it is naturally a senior, not to mention, the Human Sword Sect once helped Qingtian Dao to eliminate civil strife, and it was also thanks to the help of seniors. That's just how it should be. ”

Xie Chunxue said softly: "But it's not a good thing for me to come here today. ”

The old Taoist just got out of the way up the mountain and saluted, "Please." ”

It doesn't matter if it's good or not.

Xie Chunxue took the sword and left.

The story of a hundred years ago has created the extremely quiet situation of Qingtian Dao today.

The only change in recent years is that the fragrance of tea has gradually overflowed.

Xie Chunxue walked on the path next to those cyan Taoist temples, and said slowly: "It seems that the original matter of the master letting the wolfberry sword into the temple was indeed serious. ”

The old Taoist smiled softly and said, "Naturally, it's serious. ”

Xie Chunxue said as if she was joking: "What about fishing? ”

The old Taoist thought about it seriously and said, "Maybe it's okay." ”

Xie Chunxue turned her head and glanced at the old Taoist on the side in some surprise, but she didn't say anything, just continued to move forward.

There were disciples of Xunmei Realm who sat cooking tea in the forest outside the view, and when they saw the two of them, they were very polite and saluted.

"Uncle Shi, senior."

Those young disciples naturally couldn't know Xie Chunxue, but it was obvious that it would not be an ordinary sword cultivator who could let this previous generation of Qingtian Dao Master Uncle Ancestor go to greet him.

Xie Chunxue nodded seriously in return, walked to the side again, looked at the pot of tea that was boiling, and said, "How about I taste it too?" ”

The disciple was obviously a little hesitant, naturally not because he was reluctant, but because he had just learned to make tea, he was probably worried that it would not be cooked well.

It's just that after seeing the meaning of the promise in the one eye of the old Taoist on the side, the disciple still sincerely lifted the teapot, poured a cup on the low table next to him, and then presented it to Xie Chunxue.

"Senpai, please."

Xie Chunxue took the cup of tea, stood at the edge of the forest and took a sip, and then said with a soft smile: "It's really good." ”

After receiving the praise, the disciple became excited, and said very sincerely: "The senior praised it." ”

Although it was a false praise, his expression was full of pride.

The old Taoist said softly: "Do seniors also like to drink tea?" ”

Xie Chunxue said with an indifferent smile: "I only love fishing, and as for tea, as long as it can be eaten, it is naturally good." After all, sometimes after sitting for a day, it is inevitable that my mouth will be dry, and if there is no tea, I will take a sip of lake water. ”

The disciple's excitement faded visibly.

It's just that Xie Chunxue turned her head to look at him again and said, "But your tea is really good." ”

The disciple's face looked a little better again, but it was probably not as excited as before.

The old Taoist and Xie Chunxue continued to walk.

It was not until after the back mountain that the fragrance of tea in Guanzhong gradually faded.

The old Taoist stopped on the mountain road leading to the Great Lake of Shanyuju, but he looked at Xie Chunxue again and asked, "So what did the seniors come to Qingtian Dao for?" ”

Xie Chunxue still didn't answer such a question directly, but just said softly: "When Baihe and Beitai rebelled with 300,000 Qingjia, does Your Majesty know?" ”

The old Taoist was silent for a while, stretched out his hand to the front, looked at Xie Chunxue and said, "Please." ”

This woman in white naturally didn't come for the Qingtian Dao.

It's a human emperor who stays in the view to recuperate.

Xie Chunxue nodded, then walked along the mountain road with her sword, and then stopped at the big lake where the April sky was shining in a certain sound of the piano that gradually subsided.

On the other side of the lake, there are women sitting and stroking the harp, and there are also emperors sitting and healing.

The sword intent of the lake is more than rhyme.

The woman in white stopped by the lake and saluted with her sword.

"Xie Chunxue, the Sword Sect of the World, has seen the master and the master."

So how about the predecessors, after all, it's just a joke.

Although Bai Yuyu is a junior, after all, it is one of the three views in the world, a Taoist cultivator with twelve stacks of avenues, even if Xie Chunxue is the grandmother of a certain Taoist, she will naturally not call herself a senior.

Bai Yuyu sat in front of the mountain ballad, raised his head and said with a soft smile: "Yangchun Sword Xie Chunxue, if it weren't for you turning into a demon too early, maybe I would really call you a senior." ”

Xie Chunxue smiled slightly.

"The younger generations who are alive are naturally better than the seniors who are dead."

Xie Chunxue was a disciple of the Sword Sect two hundred years ago, one of the young three swords of the year, if he hadn't turned into a demon so early and gave up his world's talent, he would probably have been an existence above the Nine Stacks.

It's just that if you don't turn into a demon, then in the world of the great wind for 1,000 years, you will naturally not see such a woman holding the sword of snow.

The matter of trade-offs is naturally ubiquitous in the world.

Bai Yuyu smiled softly, stood up, folded his hands in front of his abdomen, looked at Xie Chunxue and said, "So what is Yangchun Sword doing when he comes to Qingtian Dao?" ”

The smile on Xie Chunxue's face gradually disappeared, and she looked at the black-robed emperor surrounded by sword intent by the lake.

"There are some things that I can't understand, so I'm here to ask my uncle."

Kamigawa still sat there, saying nothing.

Bai Yuyu also looked at the human emperor, and then said softly, "What do you want to ask?" ”

The mountain dwelling lake was silent for a long time, and it was only after a long time that Xie Chunxue said softly: "What did the sword that Uncle Shi mean at the beginning?" ”

Bai Yuyu said softly: "Which sword?" ”

Xie Chunxue looked at the emperor deeply.

"A line in the world."

If there are those fights in the East China Sea, all the world can see from afar is the sword intent of the cross flow and the falling sword light.

But such a sword, the momentum is so immense, that the whole world is looking sideways, that is, Yao Ji, who was far away in Huangliang at the beginning, used the water of the Styx River to turn into a barrier, enveloping the entire Huangliang.

At this point, the emperor who was sitting quietly by the lake finally slowly opened his eyes and looked at Xie Chunxue calmly.

"What do you think is wrong?"

Xie Chunxue said calmly: "We all know very well who Your Majesty is, maybe the world will have something to say about Your Majesty because of the matter of Heavenly Hell, but how can Your Majesty be a person who uses such a sword?" ”

The world hangs by a thread and is determined by a thought.

If it weren't for the wine gourd of the green-robed young man who appeared in front of that sword, from the East China Sea to Luming, there would be no one in such a vast world.

Kamigawa looked at Xie Chunxue calmly for a long time, and then said lightly: "When I was in the East China Sea, Cong Blade once said a sentence called-But I'm just a human not a dream, what can the world do but I can't do?" He is a human not a dream, and so am I, he dares to break the East China Sea, why can't I break the world? What is right and wrong, after all, a matter of thought, today is a good person, and tomorrow can also be a bad person. ”

Xie Chunxue looked at the lakeside emperor for a long time, and then said calmly: "I don't believe it. ”

Kamigawa said indifferently: "Believe it or not." ”

The emperor closed his eyes very calmly.

Bai Yuyu smiled slightly and looked at the woman in white by the lake.

"Is there anything else you'd like to ask?"

Xie Chunxue was silent for a long time, then took the sword and saluted, and said softly: "No, thank you for the master." ”

Bai Yuyu said softly: "You don't have it, but I do." ”

Xie Chunxue quietly looked at the woman who came to the bridge in the middle of the lake, and under the plain Taoist robe, there was barefoot looming.

It wasn't until he walked in front of Xie Chunxue that this Twelve Stacks of Dao Cultivators, who was always weak and taking medicine, stopped with a lot of rich Dao rhyme, and said slowly: "Since you know that Your Majesty will be here, then you should know that the Human Sword Sect has gone to Huaidu, and it is impossible for Qingtian Dao to sit idly by, even if you have many Great Dao Sword Cultivators, in a place like Huaidu, you may not be able to retreat with your whole body, so why bother?" ”

Xie Chunxue was silent for a while, and said softly: "If I were a disciple of the Sword Sect for a hundred years, maybe I could stop them, but I was a disciple of the Sword Sect for eight hundred years, and I couldn't control them. ”

The Human Sword Sect does not have a disciple who has survived for a hundred years.

The matter of shemales requires an extremely long process of acceptance.

In the first few hundred years, even if it was a human sword sect, no sword cultivator would choose to turn into a demon.

There will be no demon cultivators in the Sword Sect.

Or, if Xie Chunxue's realm was higher, she could also stop them.

It's like when Lingnan went to see Chen Huaifeng and Meixiyu.

The realm is high and you live for a long time, there must always be someone who can handle it.

Bai Yuyu sighed and said slowly: "So everything still fell into the fate that some people envisioned after all, didn't it?" ”

Xie Chunxue said softly: "This is Your Majesty's choice. ”

"It doesn't matter whose choice it is, the fact that the world has come to such a situation just shows that they may be right."

Xie Chunxue didn't say anything more, and neither did Bai Yuyu, but just looked at the female sword cultivator in front of him for a long time.

It took a long time for this Qingtian Dao Master to get rid of those emotions, laughed softly, reached out and took out a very delicate wooden box from his sleeve, and handed it to Xie Chunxue.

The woman in white who held the sword of snow looked at the box very suspiciously, but it was not until she saw a word on it that she realized what it was, and her cheeks were a little crimson.

"The seniors dip again, and the juniors always have to be interesting." Bai Yuyu smiled slightly. "Inside is a piece of tea cake that I fried by myself a few days ago."

In such a story, Bai Yuyu is a junior.

Xie Chunxue took the box, and it did have the fragrance of some tea.

"Of course, it's just some tea, which is a bit polite, so after thinking about it, I put some more things in it."

Bai Yuyu continued.

Xie Chunxue asked curiously, "What is it?" ”

"A piece of paper."

"A piece of paper?"

"A page torn off by His Majesty from the "Supplement to the Human World." Bai Yuyu said softly, "There are many gaps in it that have been filled by the Heavenly Engineering Division for thousands of years, and now it is just the right time to use this matter to return it to the missing gate." ”

Xie Chunxue's expression was solemn, and she sincerely saluted the white jade ballad.

"Thank you."

The status of "Supplement to the Human World" in the world is naturally not as good as "Five Thousand Words of the Green Cow".

However, such a book with Dao Sheng's personal exploration and interpretation of the Great Dao back then, in the current world where the Great Dao is thriving, the significance is far better than that of the five thousand words.

The loss of any single page is a very significant loss.

What's more, what can be torn off by Kamigawa's own hands naturally hides many secrets.

Bai Yuyu smiled slightly: "You're welcome, it's just that there are some things I need to remind my seniors." ”

"Lord, please speak."

Bai Yuyu stood in the April wind, a Taoist robe was blown away, and this woman in a plain skirt who looked extremely weak in the wind stretched out a hand and pointed it on the box.

"I hope that my seniors can tell my senior brother that everything should be carefully considered."

"The way for the world to become immortals is in it."

Xie Chunxue's eyes widened suddenly, all the rumors in the world, at this moment, could not match the incomparably gentle and calm words of this weak woman.

The woman in white stood there in a daze for a long time, and then put the small box into her arms very carefully and saluted again.

"Thank you."

After the woman in white finished speaking, she glanced at the emperor who was sitting quietly by the lake with her eyes closed, and then turned away without hesitation.

All the stories in the world, at this moment, are probably not important to Xie Chunxue.

It wasn't until Xie Chunxue turned into a sword light and left, that Bai Yuyu, who was standing at the head of the bridge, retracted his gaze and turned towards the small residence of the mountain ballad.

The woman in the plain Taoist robe stopped in front of the mountain ballad house, sat down there again, raised her hand and pressed it on the strings, but there was no sound of the piano for a long time, and it took a long time before the woman, one of the three views of the world, said softly: "Dao Saint Li is missing one, and he really lives up to his name." ”

The woman chuckled softly, and looked at the lakeside emperor with an infinitely soft gaze.

"Of course, Your Majesty too."

Perhaps the same is true of the Heavenly Engineering Division.

......

Ming mayfly kept coughing, his eyebrows were full of wind and snow, looking at the white-clothed monk on the cliff across the mountain pass, and then at the person who came in the fog of the wind and snow, and said slowly: "Is this person the master's fate?" ”

Master Jiaolu just sat there quietly, and the white-clothed monk sat in the wind and snow, which was naturally extremely ethereal.

"No, that's a person from Zhuang Baiyi."

Ming mayfly wanted to raise his eyebrows, but he didn't, so he remembered that his eyebrows had already been broken by this monk.

So with his eyebrows on his face, he looked sad.

But this Nan Chuwu was not sad, he just sat there resigned to his fate.

Even if they had already thought that something might happen.

It's just that this change is so big, it's like a joke.

Buddhism has disappeared for a thousand years, but you ran out of such a powerful monk?

The mayfly turned its head to look at the snowy land to the west. I don't know where Zhuang Baiyi's sword cultivation of the Human Sword Sect has gone now.

The only hope for the two of them probably lies in whether the black-robed sword cultivator can find one of the four major cultivation places that once existed.

By the time this Nan Chuwu turned around, the figure in the wind and snow had already come very close, and it was a sword cultivator.

When the mayfly saw that person, she was a little surprised.

for he had seen this man.

When Nanyi City was the beginning, there was such a person among the sword cultivators at the head of Nanyi City.

Nande song.

The oldest disciple in the Sword Sect's garden.

The cultivation of the Nine Realms of the Trail is naturally very high in the human world, after all, it is the sword cultivation of the Upper Realm.

It's just that between the two of them above the wind and snow mountain pass, this is a very ordinary realm.

This sword cultivator, who had been thinking about it for a long time under the cliff of the bamboo forest and pond, finally figured out his senior sister's idea of desperately marrying himself off, after making a deal with the young Taoist in the lake with his senior sister as a bargaining chip, he successfully obtained the whereabouts of Zhuang Baiyi, so he walked all the way through the March world and came to such a place of wind and snow.

It's just that when he saw the two people on the cliff, this thirty-six-year-old sword cultivator was obviously stunned.

Although he had never seen the Ming mayfly, it was obvious that this was a Nanchu Spirit Witch, so some identities were naturally guessed.

At the beginning, the four great spirit witches of Huangliang went to Nanyi City together, and finally Chen Nu died at the hands of Gongzi Wubei, and Gongzi Wubei died in the hands of Zhang Xiaoyu.

Nan Dequ saw the miserable situation of the mayfly, and subconsciously looked at the white-clothed monk on the other side of the cliff, and naturally understood what the situation was.

This Nine Realms Sword Cultivator bowed to the monk very sincerely.

"The Sword Sect of the Human World, Nande Qu, has seen the master."

Although it has always been rumored that Buddhism has disappeared for a long time, just one such monk has appeared in front of him, and Nandequ naturally has nothing to think about.

The monk sat on the cliff and sang a Buddha horn.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is here, and he has been waiting for a long time."

Nandequ was stunned for a moment.

Then I saw the monk smile slightly and said, "Can the donor do the poor monk a favor?" ”

Nan Dequ hesitated for a moment, and then said softly: "Master, please speak." ”

The monk raised his hand and turned into a palm knife, cut off his ears, and threw it at the sword cultivator under the cliff.

"Take it and find that Zhuang Baiyi sword cultivator."

Nan Dequ looked down at a pair of ears that were frozen and painful in his hand, and then sighed and said, "It seems that the master has long known why the junior is here. ”

The monk just chuckled softly.

So Jian Xiu continued to go west with his ears without a reason.

The mayfly watched the figure disappear into the wind and snow, and then looked at the monk on the other side of the cliff.

"Why is the master smiling so happily?"

"Amitabha, because my ears don't hurt anymore."

“......”

Without the butt, there will be no butt pain.

So it makes sense that you don't have earaches if you don't have ears.