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The 13th day of the seventh month of the year of the 997th year of the Great Wind Calendar.

Play cards. I lost 100 yuan today, and my heart hurts.

July 14th.

and Su Guang went to the north of the city to play cards, and lost more than 30 yuan, and was overwhelmed with grief.

I picked up the money on the road, and I was happy, and I can play cards again tomorrow.

July 15th.

Lost.

Zhang Xiaoyu, Zhang Xiaoyu, how can you be so depraved?

Have you practiced the causal sword?

How many points have you drawn of mountains and rivers?

Have you forgotten the bold words you said when you left the temple?

It can't go on like this!

July 16.

Play cards.

......

The twilight of the world is dim, and the distant mountains are floating gold.

Su Guang did not follow down the mountain, he still stayed in the mountain, and as for the diary, perhaps because he realized that many things could not be kept, he gave it to Cheng Lu directly.

Cheng Lu sat quietly under the tree next to the road at the foot of the mountain, looking at the diary of Zhang Xiaoyu in his hand.

Why did such a sword cultivator suddenly not be able to go up the mountain, and why did he suddenly come to find Zhang Xiaoyu's diary, he didn't tell anyone else, just like a person outside the stage, quietly living his own story.

Zhang Xiaoyu wrote everything in his diary.

Including all kinds of complaints. What do you want to eat sizzling tofu today, and want to eat sugar and oil baba tomorrow.

The world probably couldn't have imagined that the white-clothed sword cultivator in the world today would be like this back then.

Cheng Lu sometimes couldn't help but laugh when she saw some words.

If the story were set in a different context, perhaps such a picture would be very beautiful.

It's a pity that there is no if.

Everything has been done, and there are no regrets.

So Cheng Lu's smile only appeared for a moment, and then quickly disappeared in the twilight, and he continued to look down very calmly.

.....

The year 102, December 9.

For the first time today, Master didn't sleep, but sat at the bridge, looking at the sky with his cheeks propped up, looking like a nerd.

It's a pity that I can't draw, although I can paint mountains and rivers, but I can't draw people, otherwise I would have to draw this picture.

I don't know if the people in Nanyi City will be shocked when they see Master like this.

Is this like a sword cultivator?

Probably not.

I asked Master what he was doing, but Master didn't pay attention to me, just asked me to stay cool.

Wherever it's cool, it's definitely cool in winter, so let's go play cards.

I don't know if Su Guang got any money from his old man.

102 year of the Great Wind Calendar, December 13th.

Today, Master suddenly came to me and asked me if I had practiced the Cause and Effect Sword.

Just kidding, who am I Zhang Xiaoyu.

Of course I didn't practice well.

Master didn't say anything, just continued to be in a daze as before.

In fact, Master has been in a daze for a long time.

I don't know what he's thinking.

In the past few days, I have been playing cards and playing crazy, but I have forgotten to write a diary, but I have forgotten what the master has done in the past few days.

Forget it, I don't want to, that's all for today's diary, I have to find a way to win some money and buy some gifts for Li Qinghua.

......

Cheng Lu squinted his eyes and looked at these diaries over and over again.

Did the white-clothed sword cultivator who used to write a diary so casually think that one day in the future, he would kill his master with his own hands?

Cheng Lu didn't know.

There are too many mysteries in such a pair of master and apprentice.

No one knows what they're going to do until everything falls into place.

In the diary later, Cheng Lu also saw a record of the young man under the umbrella.

When he saw this, not only Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't understand it at the beginning.

Even Cheng Lu couldn't understand it.

It turned out that behind the sword that Zhang Xiaoyu stabbed into the heart of Nandao, there was not only the instruction of the view of mountains and rivers. It also has the meaning of a cluster blade.

Cheng Lu looked at the diary in his hand for a long time.

Although Zhang Xiaoyu wrote a lot of things.

It's just that there are too many things, of course, this white-clothed sword cultivator can't really write them all, and it's often just a casual mention.

At the end of the diary, there is the one on March 16, 1003 in the Great Wind Calendar--The junior brother is a good person, I don't understand.

Cheng Lu slowly closed the diary and stood up under the tree next to the green mountain road.

The twilight of the world is coming to an end, and a light moon is slowly rising in the sky.

Cheng Lu stood there quietly, looking at the light moon on the green hills, and pondered for a long time.

What is hidden behind Cong Blade's death?

This is probably more than what Cheng Lu wants to know.

Many Upper Realm cultivators in the human world were thinking about such a thing.

Zhang Xiaoyu's diary hides some secrets.

It's just that no one knows what happened in the original Human Sword Sect, in such a garden.

Cheng Lu silently looked at the Cloud Mountain Range that was about to be night.

So.

What about your own master?

When did he leave the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect and go to the world?

What is the connection between these stories?

This young sword cultivator who used to stand under the stage was extremely dazed.

So he had to comb his makeup, open the color box, hurriedly apply his face, and get on the stage.

Qingshanxia's sword cultivation's contemplation didn't last long.

On the trail at night, an old Taoist was slowly approaching, stopping at the other end of the distant mountain road.

Cheng Lu silently put away the diary, put it in his arms, and then raised his hand to hold the rain bell behind him.

If Chen Huaifeng was here, he would naturally recognize that old Taoist.

If Chen Qingshan was here, he would also know that old Taoist.

Songxue view of the old Taoist, the avenue of five stacks of repair.

At the beginning, he ambushed Chen Qingshan with many sword cultivators, but he was beaten half to death by this disciple of Shanheguan, and had to flee in embarrassment.

It was Chen Qingshan, who thought that this Taoist had run back to the north, but he didn't expect that he was still near the Liuyun Mountain Range.

Cheng Lu didn't say anything, and the Taoist didn't say anything, just coughed, there was some blood faintly on his lips, and the injuries that were almost killed by Chen Qingshan were naturally still the same.

So when the cough fell on the green mountain path under the night moon, many sermons began to circulate and fell between the green mountains.

Everything was in a flash.

The sword behind Cheng Lu was unsheathed, but it went straight towards the Taoist.

Letting the sword cultivation of the Liuyun Sword Sect get close to him is naturally a taboo in the cultivation world.

Even if this old Taoist of Songxue Temple is a five-fold cultivator, and Cheng Lu in front of him has not yet entered the avenue.

He wouldn't take such a risk.

When that sword flashed the first cold light in the night, countless winds arose around the old Daoist's body, and countless Dao texts fell in front of him, turning into an extremely solid Dao barrier.

In April, the mountain wind is scarce.

Probably the world would not have imagined that there would suddenly be an extremely sudden battle under such a green mountain.

Cheng Lu didn't expect it.

It's just that he still has a sword.

Cheng Lu's sword is naturally extremely fast.

Even though the Daoist Daoist Array had been formed extremely quickly, except for the cold light at first, and then the sword that was hoarse like night, it had already approached in front of the Daoist in an instant.

A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the old Taoist of Songxueguan.

However, after all, as a five-fold cultivator, even if he was seriously injured by Chen Qingshan, he still had full confidence.

Those Dao texts that appeared like hurried barriers dispersed in an instant, and the Daoist resurfaced around his body and fell into his palm, but he directly grasped the sword from the night rain Linglin.

When there is a gap in the realm, sometimes some things can be ignored.

Just like when he was in Daze, Chen Nu directly held Jiang Ye's sword.

Cheng Lu is not Jiang Ye, he is an old Taoist of Songxue Temple, and he is not a slave.

The bones of the Taoist are hard, and so is the flesh and blood.

Therefore, at the beginning, Jiang Ye's sword could break through the power of Chen Nu's witches and ghosts, leaving blood marks in his hands.

But Cheng Lu's sword was directly grasped in his palm.

Even so, those Taoist Dao rhymes that were shocked by Cheng Lu's sword momentum also made this old Taoist sigh in admiration.

"What a four-broken sword Cheng Lu."

It's just that the Taoist's voice didn't fall, but he suddenly thought of something.

Yes, four broken swords.

So where are the three breaks?

The old Taoist stepped back in an instant.

However, in an instant, the black-clothed short-haired sword cultivator disappeared into the night.

And the next moment.

The old Taoist who stopped at the end of the trail at the bottom of this mountain looked down at his heart, there was a sword mark there, although it was not deep, but the Dao robe was still torn, and there was a strand of white hair in front of him that was slowly falling.

This is three breaks.

So there's still a break?

The old Taoist was silent for a while, and looked back at the mantian Daowen.

Under the blockade of all sermons, there is a breach in the shallow moon of the sky.

And that Liuyun Sword Cultivator has disappeared.

It is indeed four broken.

The old Taoist stood there in amazement, coughed incessantly, threw the rain bell in his hand to the side of the road, raised his hand to wipe the blood on his lips, and quietly turned away.

Somewhere in Qingshan, the little sword cultivator named Su Guang stood there in a daze.

There are many things that are naturally difficult for such people to understand.

Even if this sword cultivator who was standing here for some reason saw the whole process, he didn't understand what was going on in the world.

Only then would such a personal disciple of the Liuyun Sword Sect Chen Yunxi meet such an old Taoist near the Liuyun Mountain Range.

......

Cheng Lu appeared somewhere on the top of the cloudy mountain.

Of course, he couldn't have beaten such an old man.

Escaping immediately is always the right choice.

There was still a long way to go from the Sword Sect in the depths of the Liuyun Mountain Range.

It's just that this sword cultivator can only stay here, instead of fleeing straight back to the Liuyun Sword Sect like Ye Hanzhong at the beginning.

The night clouds and mist carried a heavy moisture, and the flames of the Divine Sea on the body of this black-clothed sword cultivator gradually extinguished, but Cheng Lu didn't care about being burned a little embarrassed, but just took out the diary from his bosom, checked it carefully, and made sure that there was no problem, so he put his mind at ease.

The appearance of that Taoist was naturally extremely sudden for Cheng Lu.

However, it seems to be expected.

Just like the reason why Cheng Lu couldn't go up the mountain - Ye Hanzhong's death made the Liuyun Sword Sect realize that there were some problems within the Sword Sect.

It's just what kind of problem will make Cheng Lu unable to go up the mountain?

Cheng Lu didn't ask the white-haired uncle, but just left there calmly and went to the world to find the answer.

There are some questions that some people are afraid to ask, and some people are afraid to answer.

So silence is naturally best.

The appearance of the old Taoist of Songxueguan also proves this point.

The Flowing Cloud Sword Sect had a problem, it wasn't just Ye Hanzhong.

In the Sword Sect in the depths of the clouds, there may still be many junior brothers who are also like this.

Cheng Lu sent the decision in his hand back into the sheath, and then took away his breath and walked quietly through the green mountains.

The old Taoist who suddenly arrived didn't agree with him and started directly, obviously wanting to put Cheng Lu to death.

Even though he escaped from there, Cheng Lu did not relax his vigilance and took away all his breath, just like an ordinary swordsman walking in the clouds and mist of the night.

In this cloud and mist mountain range, Cheng Lu has to face not only such an old Taoist, but also a Taoist from the Mountains and Rivers View, or a senior brother of some Sword Sect.

If the chilling cicadas are still there.

Cheng Lu thought silently.

If the chilling cicada was still there, this young sword cultivator might be better.

After all, the sword cultivator who went to the south to sit on the emperor once fought against Ye Hanzhong with a clear banner.

A senior brother with a clear position is naturally better than a sword sect that is huge but like a mist.

Unfortunately, there is no what if.

And Cheng Lu is also very unlucky.

After walking in the clouds and mist for a long time, I met a mountain and river viewer again.

Although it is not a great road cultivation, but Cheng Lu, who is obviously threatened by an old Taoist, does not want to be entangled here.

It turned into sword light with a very decisive decision, and went to the depths of the mountains.

It's just that obviously for such a person who has just started on the stage.

Luck is often bad.

In the green mountains and clouds, there is a sword that comes suddenly.

Cheng Lu had to fall into the green hills.

On the top of the green mountain, there was a sword cultivator in his thirties standing quietly.

Cheng Lu naturally knows.

That was the inner disciple of the Liuyun Sword Sect.

It's called why not.

In the last year into the avenue.

The inner disciples of the Liuyun Sword Sect went up, or entered the Sword Pavilion to apprentice, entered a certain white-haired sword cultivation sect, or went to the Night Rain Cliff, and became such an ancient and core killer disciple of the Sword Sect.

Why don't you go anywhere.

is still with the identity of an inner disciple, quietly practicing in the mountains.

The Liuyun Sword Sect has many disciples, and it is naturally not comparable to the kind of place in the Human Sword Sect.

Such a disciple, if it weren't for the reason that he entered the Great Dao, he probably wouldn't have remembered Cheng Lu.

After all, Cheng Lu is a disciple of Chen Yunxi, and he is not a person who manages the affairs of the sect, and it is normal for him not to remember ordinary people.

It's just that when such a disciple suddenly appears here at such a time, some things are naturally very obvious.

"It turns out that Senior Brother He is also a person of the Nineteenth Chapter."

Cheng Lu looked at the sword wound on his shoulder, and looked at the sword cultivator in the mountain with a solemn expression.

With the opening of the gate of Daze, the story of Huangliang has spread to Huai'an.

The story of such a mountain and river Taoist in a certain rumored town naturally spread.

Chapter 19 became synonymous with such an organization.

Why don't you stand quietly on the edge of the Yunwu Mountain forest, raise your hand to catch the sword that fell back to the green mountain.

"Yes, junior brother, you guessed it."

With such a sentence fell, there was a sword without any hesitation.

The division is out of the same sect, why not Although it is the cultivation of the Great Dao, but after all, it is only an ordinary three-fold sword cultivation, and the cultivation of sword intent of the Liuyun Sword Sect is naturally inferior to the Human Sword Sect.

With such a sword cultivation, in the realm of sword intent, it is still the Qinglian realm, similar to Cheng Lu.

The only advantage is that the body is more energetic.

The waves of the sea are stacked, and the momentum is mighty.

That sword Cheng Lu naturally had many sword styles broken, but Cheng Lu didn't take out the sword, but his body moved away, avoiding that sword and falling into the clouds.

The old Taoist didn't know where.

Compared to the Liuyun Sword Cultivator in front of him, it was obvious that the old Daoist who was seriously injured but had a high realm was more threatening.

It's just obvious that since you have walked out of the fog, it naturally means that you won't just let Cheng Lu leave.

Cheng Lu fled, why not chase him with the same speed as the sword.

The green mountains are full of clouds and mist, but there are countless sword winds blowing, sweeping away the mist that has not settled for many thousand years.

The two of them shuttled quickly through the clouds.

Cheng Lu didn't pay attention to the injury caused by the sneak attack on his shoulder, held the decisive sword, and carefully identified the direction of Qingshan.

The Liuyun Mountains have always been cloudy, which is not a reasonable thing for the mountains that are actually more inclined to the north of the world.

A lot of clouds and fog means that there is a lot of moisture.

Often in the Huangliang Mountains, this will be the case.

Although the Liuyun Mountain Range is quite high relative to the human world, it is naturally not like this, and what it is, perhaps there is an answer in the supplement to the human world.

It's just that for Cheng Lu, what the answer is, naturally it doesn't matter at this time.

The Land of Clouds and Mist, for these Flowing Cloud Sword Cultivators, many regions were also unfamiliar.

When you are in the green mountains, even Cheng Lu may sometimes lose her direction for a short time.

It was this black-clothed young sword cultivator who walked towards the front with great solemnity.

It took a long time before Cheng Lu finally stopped and hurriedly avoided the sword that came from behind him.

If that sword can't be avoided, it will naturally be fatal.

A sword to seal the throat is the aesthetics of the Liuyun Sword Sect.

It is naturally different from those sword intent cultivation in the world.

The momentum is not necessarily huge.

But such a sword is more of a headache than any sword of sword intent.

Cheng Lu's figure headed towards the back.

Then he landed on a high cliff.

Why don't you stop, stand in the mist under the cliff, and frown at the short-haired sword cultivator.

It was only soon that he realized something, and raised his eyes over the clouds and mist, over the shallow moon and hazy green hills, and looked to the north.

"It's less than ten miles away from the Liuyun Sword Sect here."

Cheng Lu said calmly.

In fact, before Cheng Lu could say such a sentence, He Hao's face had already changed.

Between heaven and earth, there is a sword light piercing through the moonlight.

For the sword cultivators of the Qinglian Realm, they can already go to a hundred miles with a sword.

It's just that the sword goes to a hundred miles and a hundred miles in an instant, which is naturally a different concept.

Something that can happen in an instant, perhaps only those sword cultivators who are already standing at an extremely high place can do it. For example, when the demon ancestor sat on a high cliff, a sword fell on Huangliang Jiang Luo in an instant.

It's just a place like Ten Miles, for a sword cultivator in the Cliff Master Realm, no matter how much the Liuyun Sword Cultivator doesn't cultivate the sword intent, it is a matter of the moment.

The look on his face hadn't completely changed, and the sword had already passed through his throat.

Cheng Lu silently turned around and looked at the Sword Sect that was still hidden in the clouds.

A ray of sword light broke at the end of the trace.

There was a white-haired sword standing in the mountains.