The room was empty, but the Taoist who had been placed by the window was gone.

Nan Dao walked into the room, Parrot Island came out of the sheath, surrounded him, sword intent around him, searched around, but found nothing, but something in the room seemed to have been knocked over, such as the food box that Nan Dao had eaten before, which was originally placed on the table, but now turned over at the foot of the table.

You Chunshan, who had no one to support him, sat at the door in a daze, looking at the two teenagers, probably unable to understand what the two were looking for.

When Lu Xiaoer was about to ask something, Nandao walked to the window, stuck out his head, and looked at the streets of the town outside the inn.

The young man followed, and the probe looked around.

It was only soon that the two of them found some clues, and there were some blood stains on the ground.

Nandao may have guessed something, so he jumped out of the window with an umbrella and landed firmly on the long street outside. Lu Xiaoer originally wanted to follow, but he just looked at You Chunshan who was crooked there, thought about it, and stayed.

Nandao held an umbrella and followed the traces on the ground in the night.

The bloodstains led all the way out of town.

The night outside the town is not dim, the day is bright and the wilderness is deserted.

The Taoist kept coughing and stood there looking into the distance.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, the Taoist turned his head and saw the young man under the umbrella who was collecting his sword.

The Taoist was not surprised, and neither was the young man.

The two looked at each other for a long time.

Then the Taoist turned his head again, looked at the human Hoshino and said, "You saved me?" ”

Nandao silently looked at the Taoist's ankles, which were a little high and low.

There are many things that can be seen there.

For example, after the Taoist woke up, he did jump from the window.

A Taoist who is supposed to be a cultivator of the Great Dao can hurt his ankle by jumping out of a window, and naturally he has lost his vitality.

Maybe it was brought about by the sword intent left by Zhang Xiaoyu's sword in the Daoist's body.

Nan Dao looked at it for a long time, then looked at the back of the Taoist and said, "Are you from Qingtian Dao?" ”

The Taoist covered his heart and coughed softly, probably very weak, so he sat down in the flower and grass path outside the town.

"Yes."

The Taoist was probably laughing softly, then turned his head again, looked at the appearance of the young man, saw the sword from the umbrella, and finally landed on the young man's face.

"I heard that a very young and amazing sword cultivator has appeared in the East China Sea recently."

The Taoist looked at the young man and smiled.

"At the age of sixteen, I became a Taoist and stepped on the snow, maybe I am about to find plums. I guess that's you. ”

Nandao walked over, stopped beside the Taoist, and whispered, "Maybe so." ”

The Taoist smile did not decrease, but it became more intense, and he raised his hand and pointed it at his heart.

"What's going on with this Hangu Meditation Technique?"

Nandao said calmly: "It will be a little." ”

The Taoist didn't ask any further, but just turned his head and looked up at the sky.

"So we're still in the East China Sea?"

Nandao said calmly: "I'm about to leave the East China Sea." ”

The Taoist said softly, "Then this is indeed not a good thing. ”

Nandao frowned and said, "Why? ”

"Because if I leave alone, the world will think that I am not a good person."

Although Nandao didn't understand what this meant, he also knew the name of this Qingtian Daoist.

Snow in the mountains.

I don't know why, after hearing the surname Jiang, the young man subconsciously looked down at one of his legs.

It was a leg that had been broken by a Qingtian Daoist named Jiang Zhuyu.

It's just that there probably won't be such a coincidence, the young man thought to himself, it just happened to be all Qingtian Dao disciples.

Nandao wanted to say something, but Jiang Shanxue couldn't stop coughing, and then looked at the young man and said sincerely: "Do me a favor." ”

Nandao watched him quietly and did not speak.

The Taoist who was unconscious before he left the school said softly, "Help me find a sword cultivator or Taoist named Chen Huaifeng." ”

The young man was a little surprised in his heart, but he didn't show it, just said in a deep voice: "What are you looking for him?" ”

Jiang Shanxue sighed, stood up, walked towards the town, and said, "He is my senior brother, of course I need to find him." ”

The South Island hasn't had time to say a good word yet.

Jiang Shanxue took two steps and went straight down.

The bones of the Taoist are indeed hard, and the ground is smashed and dented.

Nandao was silent for a while, but still carried Parrot Island back behind him, and then stepped forward and helped Jiang Shanxue, who had fallen into a coma again.

So probably the Taoist suddenly jumped out of the window after waking up, probably to see where he was now.

When he returned to the inn, Lu Xiaoer was waiting with You Chunshan on the verandah.

Seeing that Nandao brought back the Taoist who was still unconscious, he was probably a little dazed.

"Fell and fainted again?"

"Probably yes, just sober for a while."

Lu Xiaoer was very helpless, looked at the dusty Taoist, and said, "So why bother?" ”

Nandao brought Jiang Shanxue into the room, and Lu Xiaoer also brought You Chunshan, who was talking nonsense, into the room.

"Did Uncle Shi ask about anything?"

Lu Xiaoer looked at the Taoist very curiously.

Nandao stood beside the Taoist and looked at it for a long time, and then said softly: "His name is Jiang Shanxue, he is indeed a person from Qingtian Dao, and he should have come to the East China Sea to find Chen Huaifeng." ”

Lu Xiaoer was a little surprised.

This is in line with their thinking.

"So we do have to find Uncle Chen." Lu Xiaoer said thoughtfully.

But the question is, who knows where Chen Huaifeng is?

The two teenagers fell into deep thought.

......

Although the people of the East China Sea don't want to mention sword cultivation recently.

However, the East China Sea Sword Cultivator was extremely active.

After all, Cong Blade died in a green mountain somewhere in this land, and the famous sword in the world named Fang Cun was also missing.

If the Human Sword Sect was still dormant, they might not have such enthusiastic thoughts, but now many people know that those human disciples of the Human Sword Sect have all gone to Huaidu.

Although it is said that sword cultivation is a lifetime, you must cultivate your own sword.

But that's a square inch.

Nanyi's saber back then fell into the hands of Red Baptism, and finally became a sword of Cong Blade for some reason.

After several generations of kendo overhauls, it is naturally very fascinating.

In the green mountains of the East China Sea, where the original battle center was, countless sword cultivators were naturally searching.

It's just that so much time has passed, and those East China Sea sword cultivators still haven't found the whereabouts of that sword.

Even in the most central part of the original sword world, where the eyes were full of devastation, they did not find any trace of the sword.

Even if the sword is broken, there will be many traces of the sword intent left over from several generations of sword cultivation, but there is nothing.

It's just that occasionally someone picks up some very strange motes.

No one knew what it was, maybe like ashes, scraps.

After studying it for a while, he found that there was indeed no miracle, so he sprinkled it into the heavens and the earth, and fell on the earth with the dust of the heavens and the earth.

Chen Huaifeng stood on a certain green mountain with his sword on his back, looking at another high mountain beyond the sword marks.

There were those sword cultivators everywhere, but Chen Huaifeng didn't stop anything, just watched quietly.

It is a great honor for the deceased to be a blessing to future generations.

Therefore, this sword cultivator with wind and rain in his arms looked at Qingshan silently, looking at those sword cultivators, and felt a little relieved in his heart.

It's just that when he saw the dust scattered between heaven and earth, this sword cultivator was also a little sad.

Yes.

Chen Huaifeng could also guess what it was.

Kamigawa's altar is in the south.

Then he definitely needs a sword.

What other sword could be held by such an emperor in the East China Sea?

That is the original Eighth Senior Brother of Sword Grinding Cliff, the first sword in the world to turn into a demon.

The Master Ancestor was annihilated with the Sword Cliff Demon Ancestor in the sword intent brought by pulling out the Sword Saint's sword.

So what those fine dusts are, naturally don't think much about it.

The tall senior brother looked at it for a long time, and then looked down at his feet.

There are some traces of kneeling down on both knees, and there are also traces of sword cultivation standing for a long time.

Everything that should have been shallow was deeply left behind in the incomparably vast sword intent of one night.

What lies ahead of fate?

Even if this sword cultivator had already walked through those alleys under the leadership of a child, he still couldn't figure it out.

Of course, this is also something that cannot be seen clearly.

It's just that when this sword cultivator was standing here, he thought of a sentence for no reason.

Destiny is where I stand.

It's like walking through a misty corridor.

Only the step under your feet can you really see clearly.

So how much did Cong Blade see clearly at the beginning?

Chen Huaifeng was silent for a long time.

Those who were looking for the sword naturally also saw such a sword cultivator standing on top of the green mountain.

So from the many winds that blew through the world, people also guessed who such a person was wearing the robes of the disciples of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect that did not fit.

After hesitating for a long time, the sword cultivator with a small path realm turned into sword light and landed on the green mountain.

"Senior Brother Chen is also here to find the sword?"

The man's gesture was very respectful.

After all, although Chen Huaifeng is not a person with outstanding talent in the Sword Sect in the world, he is also a real cultivator of the Great Dao, and the battle of Nanyi City was the last time this senior brother entered the Great Dao and turned the tide.

Chen Huaifeng shook his head very calmly: "Fang Cun is not the sword of the Human Sword Sect, if you can find it, it will naturally be yours." ”

The man breathed a sigh of relief, but looked at Chen Huaifeng with some curiosity.

"What is that senior brother looking for?"

Chen Huaifeng looked at the devastated world in the East China Sea for a long time, and then said softly: "Find someone." ”

The wind blew away the robe of this sword cultivator's disciple of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, revealing the Qingtian Dao robe below.

"A Taoist named Jiang Shanxue, maybe he is dead, maybe he hasn't, if you see it, please notify me."

The sword cultivator looked at the Dao robe under Chen Huaifeng's body, nodded thoughtfully, but also sighed with some pity.

Yes, Chen Huaifeng's identity as a disciple of the Human Sword Sect is already in the past.

As early as January of this year, this sword cultivator was already a Daoist of the Qingtian Dao.

For these sword cultivators in the world, it is undoubtedly a pity.

Although the Sword Cultivation Dao Sect is not an opposing existence, on the contrary, the Sword Cultivation Sect is from the Dao Sect. It's just that after all, the two have the same origin and different streams, and they have naturally been competing for two thousand years.

Otherwise, when the Sword Grinding Cliff overwhelmed the Hangu Temple, those sword cultivators would not be so excited.

And for more than a thousand years after that, the Sword Sect has always been above the Dao Gate, especially when the three swords on the Sword Sect's side stood for thousands of years.

It's just obvious that the current pattern of the world may change.

The autumn water returns to the underworld, and the blade dies.

Now, when the younger generation can't suppress the Daomen, a person like Chen Huaifeng goes to the Qingtian Dao, which will eventually make Jian Xiu feel a lot of loneliness in his heart.

Of course, there is no such thing as scolding the three family slaves.

After all, whatever path a person wants to take is always his own freedom.

Even if Chen Huaifeng became a Taoist, he would be a senior brother after all.

It's just that the only thing that makes this small Dao realm a little strange is that this Qingtian Dao person called Jiangshan Xue has never heard of it in the past.

For example, a well-known soldier like Liu March, naturally there is no need to say much.

is a Qing cultivator like Mei Xiyu, after all, he also has some reputation.

Although it does not deceive the young of the world.

But after all, the cultivation of the avenue is the ultimate existence in the world.

Unless you really don't go out of Qingshan and don't deal with people for the rest of your life, you will always be heard by the world.

Although the sword cultivator was puzzled, he didn't ask much, after all, this was a matter of Qingtian Dao, he just nodded and said, "Donghai will help pay attention." ”

"Thank you."

Chen Huaifeng said very sincerely.

The sword cultivator turned and left.

Chen Huaifeng still stood there quietly.

Thinking about many things from the past.

Like all those choices.

Maybe in the end, every choice he made Chen Huaifeng was wrong.

But the man in fate can't see clearly.

It's like a dim alley.

After passing through, it is the abyss, the villain, and the demon. It's still a peaceful long street.

You can only know by walking by.

The man with his hair in a bun didn't take off his sword robe.

The story between him and Zhang Xiaoyu is still not over.

Of course, the senior brother must fulfill the responsibility of the senior brother.

Even if it's all the way wrong.

At least.

Nor did he sit back and watch the fire.

It was fate that made him the wrong person.

And not the heart of the ego.

The tall man knelt down in that place, took the sword from behind him, and placed it on his knees very upright, and then the whole man bowed down, and fell on the cold scabbard.

"As a disciple of the Human Sword Sect, I will do my best, Master."

This thirty-three-year-old sword cultivator, who used to drink tea all day long and maintain his health, said softly.

When he was in the Sword Sect, some of the stories that Chen Huaifeng heard and saw when he was a teenager naturally had a deep impact on such a disciple.

But do good deeds, don't ask about the future.

But do what is promised.

Don't ask whether it's good or bad.

......

Those sword cultivators who had stayed in such a human world for a long time also saw Chen Huaifeng, who had been kneeling for an incomparably pious time, at the moment when they raised their heads.

When Cong Blade died, some people were confused, some were angry, and some people sat and watched.

But how many people are grieving for it?

When that sword cultivator knelt under the April sky for a long time.

A desolate atmosphere finally spread across the land.

Those sword cultivators sighed softly, so they also put down the swords in their hands and stopped searching.

He bowed his head.

Such a sword sect that had been dormant in the world for thousands of years was slowly falling its curtain in such a scene.

Just look at the stability, whether it is right or wrong, whether the Human Sword Sect is good or bad, no one can say clearly.

For thousands of years, they sometimes used their own swords to speak the truth of the world.

It was Qingtian Dao, after a disciple was killed, they all chose to be silent.

But in a place like the Human Sword Sect, it probably can't be said right or wrong.

Where there is right and wrong, there is strife.

Such a sword cultivator who has slept in the Sword Sect garden for thousands of years, probably in the end, intentionally or unintentionally, used the story of himself and Shenhe to tell the world such a truth.

He felt that Kamigawa had done something wrong.

So Huai'an was completely messed up.

Some of the stories are true or false.

True and false naturally exist.

Even the divination operator never understood why Cong Blade died like this.

But between the two brothers.

The story brought by the arm bone of the green hanging suspension, is still extremely sincere.

After kneeling down for a long time, the sword cultivator on the green hill stood up in the dust blown up by the April wind, took one last look at the world, and then turned and walked towards the world below.

......

Aoyama clear stream.

The young man in the green dress sat there quietly holding his cheeks and drinking wine, probably walking a long way, a little tired, and taking off his shoes and socks and washing his feet.

The boy may be waiting for something, so every now and then he has to glance up the stream.

I don't know how long it took, the wine that this green-robed young man drank was enough to get drunk I don't know how many teenagers like Nandao, so he stood up and waded towards the middle of the clear stream with his trouser legs.

The rocks at the bottom of the stream were covered with green algae and stuff, and they were very smooth, like stepping on some fish.

So above the clear stream, there is a group of fish with green backs slowly coming here.

The grass hung the gourd around her waist, then bent down, and when the fish swam over, the boy reached into the stream.

So the fish scattered in shock.

A cracked sword peeked out at the bottom of the stream.

Those cracks are like the lines of water waves.

The grass held the sword and swung back and forth in the water for a long time before it was taken out of the stream.

Such an incomparably ordinary-looking sword covered with cracks fell into the hands of a young man who looked ordinary without sword intent, but it was overflowing with countless flowing water sword intent in an instant.

"Nanyi, Nanyi."

The young man held the square inch, but he was sighing at his master.

"You're damned."

Of course, Nanyi is dead, and the bones are in the desert, perhaps worn by the wind and sand so that nothing can be found.

It's just that the story he left to the world is still continuing.

Heaven breaks the darkness, and its meaning is not over.

The young man in the green robe sighed for a long time, and then hung the sword on his waist.

Of course, Cao Weiying has a lot of swords, and the swords in the sword lake are enough to make an ordinary sword sect become the existence of the leader of the sword path.

But none of those swords were his.

He couldn't remember where his sword had gone.

So I had to find a sword to use for the time being.

So the boy took his sword and went south.