Cheng Lu carried the sword on his back and quietly walked through the streets of Nanyi City covered with heavy snow in the snow, heading towards the tomb mountain, which has been extremely iconic in Nanyi City for thousands of years.

When it snows heavily, those blue tombstones are covered by snow, and from a distance, they look like many little cabbages that are pressed under the snow but still have their heads bubbling.

The story of the South is probably often inseparable from the human world.

Or perhaps the story of the world itself is inseparable from the world.

Cheng Lu'an walked quietly in the snow, and the people around him hurriedly walked over with their umbrellas and their hands retracted, such a sword cultivator who was thinly dressed and didn't hold an umbrella was naturally extremely eye-catching.

It's just that the people in Nanyi City don't have any curiosity and have the mind to look twice.

Of course, sword cultivators can be extremely bloated and crowded in the crowd like a human being.

But there will also be people like Zhang Xiaoyu who like to be handsome. Probably just like what the white-clothed sword cultivator said later with a certain boy under the umbrella, the way of sword cultivation to pretend to be forced is naturally long and long.

The world is accustomed to sword cultivation like the world, and the demon clan is like the world, so naturally it can accept sword cultivation like sword cultivation, and the demon clan is like the demon clan.

Cheng Lu walked all the way to the bottom of the tomb mountain without hindrance.

As Cong Jian said, such an old man should be given the peace of his dreams on a snowy night, because Cheng Lu sat uneasily in a pool all night, and finally in the morning, he learned the news that Bai Fengyu was actually in the tomb mountain from the mouth of the sword cultivator who had just woken up.

Cheng Lu stood quietly at the foot of the tomb mountain and looked up.

Although not long ago, he had climbed this tomb hill in the fourth month of the 104th month of the Great Wind Calendar.

It's just that at that time, he didn't know that the former old master of Qingtian Dao had stayed quietly in this tomb mountain for decades.

Therefore, time and history are probably often things that are trampled underfoot.

The snow-covered rocks are a cross between the new and the old.

Cheng Lu looked at it for a long time, and then walked up to the tomb mountain, passing through countless tombstones along the way, and then stopped in front of a certain tombstone on the top of the mountain.

The location is probably really good.

In the entire thousand-year history of the world, Bai Fengyu can be regarded as an extremely outstanding group of people.

So a certain tombstone on the top of the mountain is naturally a good choice.

Cheng Lu quietly looked at the blue tombstone that had no name, and the blue monument was hung with snow, like some story that had long been silent.

There are weeds growing crookedly in front of the stele, in December of the year 1,002, there is no such cup of wolfberry tea in front of the stele, and there is no young man surnamed North who writes the name of such an old Taoist here.

Everything was quiet, and nothing seemed to be disturbed.

Cheng Lu looked there for a long time, then bent down, reached out to sweep the snow from the tombstone, and helped pull out some weeds.

It was hard for this sword cultivator from the Liuyun Sword Sect to imagine how a person could have lived in a dim tomb without seeing the light of day for so many years. Although sometimes the sword cultivators of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect would also feel that such a Flowing Cloud Mountain Range was actually like a tomb covered with snow on its top.

But streaming clouds are just streaming clouds.

A grave is a grave.

After cleaning up the tombstones in the heavy snow a lot, this sword cultivator stood up straight and saluted with his sword.

"Junior Cheng Lu, please see the old man."

The world is very lively and peaceful.

Some distant hustle and bustle calmed down with a sense of remoteness as the wind and snow fell towards the tomb mountain.

It was a heart-warming hilarity.

The bustle of the world often represents a peaceful state of the world.

The reverse continues.

Cheng Lu lowered his head slightly, held the sword, and maintained such a saluting posture, letting the wind and snow fall under the black clothes, freezing those bare skin.

It's just that such a pious gesture of sword cultivation didn't get much response.

The cyan tombstone was like an old but stubborn cyan door, unwilling to sweep away the moss and open something no matter what.

Cheng Lu stood there quietly.

Cong Blade didn't tell him what he should do to get such an old Taoist out.

Just as Cong Xin didn't tell him how to get the goddess to send him back.

So everything can only be done by Cheng Lu himself.

Cheng Lu raised his head and quietly looked at the old Taoist who occupied the magpie's nest, recalling the record of such an old Taoist in the Liuyun Sword Sect in his memory.

Some people, of course, are paranoid and can't make sense.

What's more, Cheng Lu probably won't have any reason or courtesy.

So this black-clothed sword cultivator stood in the snow for a long time, and then pulled out the sword in his hand, only to quickly return it to the sheath - naturally it wasn't because Cheng Lu felt that this was inappropriate.

It's just because the sword in his hand is not Cheng Lu's sword, but the sword of the young Hu Lu.

So Cheng Lu stretched out his hand behind him and pulled out another broken sword.

The four-foot separation, even if it is broken, is not much different from the world.

When this black-clothed sword cultivator grasped the hilt of the decisive sword, a trace of determination and guilt flashed in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Senpai."

Something, naturally, had to be bothered.

Even if this is the last peace of nearly a hundred old people.

The wind and snow were stirring, and the sword body roared softly.

The sword was pulled out of its sheath, and then it was lifted above the head by the black-clothed sword cultivator, like an unreasonable madman, and slashed straight at the cyan tombstone.

It's just that the decision didn't fall on the tombstone.

It's not that I don't want to fall, but I can't fall.

A monument of wind and snow has become a monument of wind and rain.

Such an old Taoist appeared in front of Cheng Lu with an indifferent expression, holding the Dao trick in his hand, pulling all kinds of wind and rain, and curbing the trend of the sword falling. With a wave of the old Taoist's hand in front of him, Cheng Lu rolled down towards the bottom of the tomb mountain with his sword, until he hit a tombstone below, and then stopped.

Cheng Lu was not surprised, just wiped the blood on the corner of his lips, and then stood up with his sword, stood next to the tombstone below, looked up at the old Taoist standing in the wind and snow, and saluted with his sword.

"Junior Cheng Lu, I've seen my seniors."

Bai Fengyu stood there quietly, looking at the decision in Cheng Lu's hand.

This is probably the reason why Cheng Lu doesn't use the sword of youth.

Breaking away from a sword, even if it is a white wind and rain, it is naturally impossible to ignore it.

What's more, this sword came from the hand of Cheng Lu from the Liuyun Sword Sect.

"Grinding Sword Cliff is decided, it seems that you are a member of the Liuyun Sword Sect."

Decisive departure is naturally the sword of the sword grinding cliff, but just as the square inch spirit platform is also the sword of the sword grinding cliff, such a high cliff has long ceased to ask where the sword of the sword of the sword and the cliff has gone.

Bai Fengyu hadn't heard of Cheng Lu's name, so it was naturally a matter of course.

When such an old Taoist came to Nanyi City, Chen Huaifeng was only twelve years old when he first entered the Sword Sect, and Cheng Lu was probably only about four years old.

If you've heard of it, that's what you shouldn't do.

"Flowing Cloud Sword Sect Cheng Lu."

This black-clothed sword cultivator said softly.

"Family teacher, Chen Yunxi."

When he heard Chen Yunxi's three words, this old Taoist who had an indifferent expression also had a little surprise in his eyes.

He really didn't think that this young man who suddenly found the tomb mountain for some reason would be such a disciple of an ancient sword cultivator.

Bai Fengyu quietly looked at this sword cultivator for a long time, and then said slowly: "Chen Yunxi asked you to come to me?" ”

Cheng Lu shook his head, stood behind the Wind and Snow Monument with his sword, and said softly: "It's Cong Blade senior." ”

Bai Fengyu narrowed his eyes.

Compared with the former, the latter name can make such a Taoist not calm in his heart.

After a long silence, the Taoist took away the wind and rain and turned towards the top of the tomb mountain.

A mountain of wind and snow, the figure of the Taoist looks a little thin and thin.

Cheng Lu stood there and calmed down for a while, then sent the sword into the sheath, and also followed the old Taoist to the top of the mountain.

In the entire Nanyi City, the place where you can see all such a Sword Sect is the tomb mountain in this city.

When Cheng Lu walked up through the wind and snow, the old Taoist stood there silently, looking at the place north of Nanyi City that was very peaceful, and it was the Sword Sect Garden where even the sound of playing cards was suppressed by the wind and snow.

"Tell me about it."

Bai Fengyu suddenly spoke.

Cheng Lu stood there a little overwhelmed.

The old Taoist glanced back at the black-clothed short-haired sword cultivator, and then turned his head back.

"I'm curious about what kind of story it is, and the Blades will let you come to me."

Cheng Lu didn't tell such a story, but just looked at the back of the Taoist for a long time, and then said softly: "If my master asked me to come to you, what would it be?" ”

Bai Fengyu stood there quietly, his thin and old shoulders pressed against a lot of wind and snow that seemed to mean a heavy weight.

After a long time, the old Taoist said extremely calmly, "Do you think I should have a lot of shady connections with your master?" ”

"Don't dare." Cheng Lu said softly. "It's just that sometimes there are some very strange speculations."

This sword cultivator's attitude was very respectful, which was different from facing people like Cong Blade.

Not all of them are very talkative.

Moreover, although Bai Fengyu did not live as long as Cong Blade, in terms of affinity with the world, he was naturally not as good as Cong Blade's sword cultivation a thousand years ago.

Even when people in the world occasionally think of Bai Fengyu, they will feel that it is an ancient story.

As for another, more ancient sword cultivation, the world thinks that it is the person of the world—a person who sleeps lazily in the world.

Of course, Cheng Lu also thinks so.

The blades are so close, and the white wind and rain are so far away.

Closeness and estrangement are the normal feelings of natural people.

Bai Fengyu stood there quietly, and then said lightly: "I may know what you want to ask." ”

Cheng Lu stood silently on the top of the mountain.

The old Taoist in the wind and snow raised his head, looked at the world from afar, and then said softly: "It's just ....."

He looked back at Cheng Lu and said slowly.

"When the blade slashed my heart, it also means that my life is coming to an end, maybe this year, maybe next year, I will go to the River Styx."

Bai Fengyu quietly looked at this Liuyun Sword Cultivator, the latter frowned, but he also seemed to understand what Bai Fengyu meant.

The people who have three views in the world today are all disciples of Bai Fengyu.

is the divination operator, those Qiankun hexagrams, all come from such an old Taoist.

How could Bai Fengyu not see that such a sword cultivator was not a person who had been in the wind for a thousand and two years?

So the meaning of the old Taoist is obvious.

Perhaps there will be many chaotic stories in the future.

This makes you desperate to find some answers.

It's just Cheng Lu.

"What does that have to do with me?"

Bai Fengyu said lightly, turned his head again, and looked at the world covered with heavy snow.

Cheng Lu stood there silently, and then said softly: "Did the seniors drink?" ”

Bai Fengyu stood in the wind and snow, raised his eyebrows, looked at the Sword Sect Garden from afar, and said lightly: "If you can bring some wine, you can indeed drink it, but drinking your wine does not mean that you agree to your request." ”

Cheng Lu smiled softly, turned around and walked towards the bottom of the tomb mountain, and said, "The juniors understand, they just want to invite the seniors to drink some wine and express their apologies for the hasty interruption." ”

This Liuyun Sword Cultivator gradually disappeared into the wind and snow of the Tomb Mountain.

Bai Fengyu has been looking at Nanyi City for a long time, and then sat down quietly in a mountain of snow.

It took a long time for the Liuyun Sword to buy wine to cultivate, and finally walked back from the tomb mountain path through countless snow-covered cyan tombstones.

Bai Fengyu listened to the sound of slow snow treading behind him, and he was probably a little puzzled.

"You've been there for a long time."

Cheng Lu's voice came not far away, and then stopped beside Bai Fengyu.

"Because I bought something else."

Bai Fengyu sat there for a long time, and then slowly turned his head away.

Cheng Lu, who was covered in snow, stood there, holding a jar of wine in his arms - Bai Fengyu's eyes glanced over the jar of wine and fell into Cheng Lu's hand.

The old man's pupils shrank visibly.

Cheng Lu was relieved to see the old Taoist's reaction, and then put the jar of wine in his hand in front of Bai Fengyu, and at the same time handed over the thing in his hand - it was a sugar gourd.

The old Taoist didn't take it, just raised his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the young sword cultivator who was very respectful and sincere and handed him a sugar gourd.

The two of them were at a stalemate on the top of the tomb mountain for a long time.

It's just that when Bai Fengyu stretched out his hand after a long silence, intending to take the sugar gourd, Cheng Lu retracted his hand and stood up straight beside the old Taoist, just like the old Taoist before, looking at the Sword Sect garden in the wind and snow.

"Before I came, I actually asked Senior Cong Blade - what if Senior Bai didn't want to talk to me about something, then what should I do?"

Cheng Lu looked down at the sugar gourd in his hand, smiled softly, and said: "Senior Cong Blade thought about it and told me that when he first met you, you were in Nanyi City, and you took out a penny from the sole of your shoe, and bought a sugar gourd and ate it in small bites. ”

"The predecessors also know that there is nothing else in the Liuyun Sword Sect, in the more than 2,000 years of great avenue history in the world, it has never been outstanding, and the only advantage is that it has a long history."

"It's older than the Hanya view."

Cheng Lu said softly.

"The Liuyun Sword Sect is not as good as the Human Sword Sect, it is not as good as the Grinding Sword Cliff, in the tide of history, maybe even the former Qingtian Dao is not as good as it, but it is just such a Sword Sect, which is a kind of history in itself."

Cheng Lu's soft voice ended here, and then changed to a very calm tone.

"So we'll probably know a little bit more."

"The reason why my predecessors started practicing back then was because the family was poor and could not sustain themselves, so your father sent you to the Daomen, but no one thought that such a child who came out of poverty would become the most dazzling existence in that century."

Bai Fengyu was silent, perhaps remembering that many years ago, his father took out the last penny from his arms and bought himself a sugar gourd, and then the two never saw each other again.

Cheng Lu certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to say everything.

Some things, naturally, say half and leave half is the best.

"You've also been passionate about how to make people better." Cheng Lu said softly, but suddenly remembered the words of the goddess Yaoji. "As one of your disciples said, people who come out of the mud will know better what they want."

"Becoming an immortal may indeed be a good choice."

"It's just that kind of road, it's unproven, everything is uncertain, and the predecessors are in a hurry, and they can't wait to bring everything into it."

"Someone has shattered your hopes and extinguished your zeal....."

There is a grudge in the world, and this matter has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.

Bai Fengyu sat on the top of the wind and snow mountain for a long time, looking at the world from afar, but there were many turbid things in his eyes, like some big lake with no longer living water, and the dust and leaves were deposited day by day, so he became chaotic and hated.

The old Taoist reached out and picked up the wine jar beside him, brought it to his lips and took a big sip, and then said softly, "Yes." ”

Cheng Lu held the sugar gourd that gradually took on the color of snow and seemed to be a richer and sweeter frosting, and looked at the Sword Sect garden quietly.

"I'm also in a hurry, last night, I wanted to come to the senior, but the senior of Cong Blade rejected me, if I'm not mistaken, there is actually a deep guilt in the eyes of such a white-clothed sword cultivator."

Bai Fengyu drank wine and said calmly: "I can also see that he likes me very much like a Taoist with outstanding talent. ”

The words of the Taoist gradually increased.

"When I was young, when I was twenty years old, when I first came to Nanyi City and saw such a thousand-year-old sword cultivator, I could see those things from his eyes that sometimes flashed with brilliance."

"He should think of me as much like himself when he was younger."

So the heart is full of eyes, and they are all the shadows of their youth.

The old Taoist whispered, sitting in the snow and drinking a big drink.

Naturally, the wine gets warmer the more you drink, but that's just an illusion.

People will be deceived by the warmth, so they lie in the snow until they freeze to death.

Bai Fengyu looked down at the wine jar in his hand, thought quietly for a long time, and then said softly: "In fact, there are many things that the world is unwilling to admit, but they are extremely cruel and truth-like existences. ”

Cheng Lu turned his head and looked at the old Taoist quietly, and asked, "For example?" ”

"For example, I may have been really wrong back then—like you said, I came out of the mud and desperately wanted to pull everything out of the mud, so I was in a hurry, and I was obsessed."

Bai Fengyu quietly looked at the wind and snow in the world.

Wind and rain and wind and snow are all the same.

It's all supposed to exist.

It's just that sometimes it comes too suddenly, and it becomes a disaster.

A sugar gourd was sent to the Taoist.

"It's all the same, senior." Cheng Lu said seriously.

"What's the matter if you're loyal to the world again?"