Chen Huaifeng didn't know that a certain Taoist had been carried to the north by the young man with a wooden sword he had met at the beginning.

It's just that maybe for Jiang Shanxue, who came to the East China Sea at the beginning, the only thing is to find Chen Huaifeng and bring him back to Qingtian Dao.

But for Chen Huaifeng, finding the fate of the unknown Jiangshan Xue is obviously not the only thing.

This sword cultivator returned to the town where he first met Nandao.

The shopkeeper of the noodle restaurant named Wang Xiaoer still didn't sell noodles to Jian Xiu.

After a long time, the noodle restaurant has been quiet little by little.

After all, in such a town, among the people who come and go, there are at most sword cultivators from all over the world.

Chen Huaifeng didn't have any difficulties with strong people, and didn't go to the noodle shop to buy a bowl of noodles to eat, but just asked Wang Xiaoer for a pot of wine - Chen Huaifeng didn't know why he would find a noodle shop shopkeeper to ask for wine.

In short, Chen Huaifeng asked for it inexplicably, and Wang Xiaoer also gave it inexplicably.

Then the sword cultivator who was wearing the robe of a disciple of the Liuyun Sword Sect left the town and appeared on the bank of the stream where he had sat with Nandao, drinking wine and looking at the high cliff, not knowing what he was thinking.

Wang Xiaoer was probably very leisurely, and at dusk he took a pot of wine and a bowl of noodles and walked to the stream, looking at the disciple of the Sword Sect who was looking at the high cliff there, and mouthful of noodles.

Chen Huaifeng drinks like tea, a pot of wine in the morning, and most of the pot in the afternoon.

Wang Xiaoer looked at Chen Huaifeng's pot of wine that could be drunk by tilting the body slightly, and then looked at the wine that he needed to drink with his head raised on his knees, and was probably very surprised by the speed at which such a sword cultivator could drink.

Are you raising fish?

But Wang Xiaoer didn't ask like this.

After all, he knew why this sword cultivator came from the East China Sea.

If he could raise fish, Chen Huaifeng would probably really drown a certain one called Zhang Xiaoyu in a wine jug.

I'll push you into the river and drown.

I'll stuff you in a pot and suffocate you.

Wang Xiaoer was sitting cross-legged on a bluestone by the stream, the bowl of noodles was indeed very fragrant, but Wang Xiaoer did not feel sorry for the sword cultivation who could not eat this bowl of noodles in the world.

After all, some of them do deserve it.

The one next to him may be too.

smashed the field of the world, and wanted to eat the noodles of the world.

How can there be such a good thing in the world?

So Wang Xiaoer remembered that at the beginning, when Cong Blade and Kamigawa were fighting in the East China Sea, such a white-haired sword cultivator who walked into the noodle shop.

White-haired Tsing Yi, white-crowned Tsing Yi.

Wang Xiaoer's memory always seems to have heard his father say that his grandfather said that his grandfather said that his grandfather said that his wife and his grandfather said that he had probably seen a person like that.

Wang Xiaoer didn't know how many generations ago it was.

So he didn't know if the sword cultivator who had been mentioned was chaotic and sad.

In short, the sword cultivator he saw at that time was calm and indifferent, and it seemed to bring a lot of sighs.

Wang Xiaoer held a noodle in his mouth, tilting his head to look at the sword cultivator on the side.

So such a person, do you want to talk to this disciple of the Human Sword Sect?

Wang Xiaoer hesitated for a long time, then sucked the noodles in his mouth and took another sip of soup.

Nothing was said.

Fuck your own shit.

But there are probably some things that do concern me.

Wang Xiaoer held the noodle bowl in one hand, picked up the wine jug on the side with the other, took a big sip, and then looked at the sword cultivator who seemed to have been here for a long time and said, "Have you helped your master take revenge?" ”

Wang Xiaoer always couldn't help but think of such a man in white who had eaten noodles in the East China Sea for a long time.

He is vulgar, savage, and cultivates like Wang Xiaoer, who is resentful but also pretends to be peaceful.

Of course, that's also the one who eats the most of his own noodles.

Even if he didn't know why his heart began to bleed in the end, he had to finish the bowl of noodles.

Chen Huaifeng stood there with his sword on his back and shook his head very calmly.

Wang Xiaoer sighed.

It took a long time before the shopkeeper of the noodle restaurant whispered: "That one called Zhang Xiaoyu used to eat noodles here." ”

Chen Huaifeng turned his head and looked at Wang Xiaoer silently for a long time.

He probably knew when that was.

It was October or November last year.

Zhang Xiaoyu asked the sword here.

Wang Xiaoer didn't know why he said such a sentence, and it took a long time before the young man lowered his head and continued to eat noodles on the edge of the bowl, saying vaguely.

"I'm actually sorry that something like this happened."

Such a sentence made Chen Huaifeng a little puzzled.

"What do you regret?"

Wang Xiaoer raised his head and said: "Because I wanted to find a second child for the noodle restaurant at that time, I valued the one called Zhang Xiaoyu very much, but unfortunately I couldn't catch up with some stories, so there was a lack of a very reasonable second in my noodle restaurant." ”

And there is one more big bastard named Zhang Xiaoyu in the world.

Wang Xiaoer looked into the distance and said softly: "Sometimes I think, if I really left him at the beginning, would many things not have happened?" ”

Chen Huaifeng looked at Wang Xiaoer silently for a long time, then turned his head again, picked up the wine jug and took a sip of wine.

This sword cultivator of the Human Sword Sect of the Blue Heaven Dao, who was wearing the robe of a disciple of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, said very calmly: "People in the world sometimes like to attribute the faults of some human stories to themselves. ”

Wang Xiaoer was stunned for a moment, but he also reacted that he was talking about himself.

"Why?"

Wang Xiaoer looked at Chen Huaifeng and asked.

Chen Huaifeng swallowed that sip of wine into his stomach - it was not charming, although it was still twilight, it was still a throat-burning wine, but it was not charming, the wine did not sway in his stomach, and the evening breeze did not blow people freely. The story has changed too much from the story of the pot of wine that I drank with Qing Xiang in Nanyi City.

Because when you think about it this way, the world feels that you have a very important role to play in history. It seems that the destiny is in me, as if the general trend is in me. ”

Chen Huaifeng said softly.

"But in fact it's nothing, nothing. The Mandate of Heaven is in the Mandate of Heaven, the general trend is in the general trend, and the people of the world will always be dust and sand carried away by the current. ”

"If you think that everything is in me and everything is really in me, then fate should follow people's hearts and go to the promised land, the realm of wishfulness. But is this really the case with fate? ”

Naturally not.

"Therefore, right and wrong in the world are actually not related to personal choices."

"Perhaps, as Zhang Xiaoyu once said, when you go to the poker table, everything can only rely on gambling."

Chen Huaifeng looked at the twilight quietly and said in a low and slow voice.

"Maybe that's the ...... Time, life, and fortune..... Also. ”

Wang Xiaoer tilted his head and looked at the sword cultivator standing on the bank of the twilight stream, but unfortunately he didn't know many stories about this sword cultivator.

Even he didn't know that the person in front of him was called Chen Huaifeng.

Stale nostalgia, boyish wind.

It took a long time before Wang Xiaoer said softly: "Actually, I don't understand." ”

Chen Huaifeng said as a matter of course: "I didn't expect you to understand. ”

After all, his name is Wang Xiaoer, not Chen Huaifeng.

Wang Xiaoer looked at the high cliff thoughtfully.

"So you told her?"

Chen Huaifeng raised his eyebrows and said, "Why do you think it's for the cliff master?" ”

Wang Xiaoer said seriously: "It's impossible that you are talking to yourself? ”

Chen Huaifeng said softly: "Why not? ”

In a person's life, the person who talks the most can only be himself.

Wang Xiaoer looked at Chen Huaifeng for a long time, and then asked, "Then what are you doing standing here?" ”

Chen Huaifeng took a sip of wine, looked at the high cliff that was immersed in the twilight of the East China Sea and broke through the clouds, and said slowly: "Because I want to go up the cliff and ask some questions." ”

"But you've been standing for a day."

"Because I know that it is impossible for the Lord of the Cliff to answer the questions of the world. It's just that there are also many unrealistic hopes. After all......"

Chen Huaifeng paused for a long time, and then said softly.

"After all, that person is also her uncle."

Wang Xiaoer held the noodle bowl and looked at the high cliff, and after a long time, he said calmly: "So why not?" ”

Chen Huaifeng turned his head to look at the shopkeeper of this noodle restaurant.

The latter said sincerely: "It's always good to give it a try." ”

Chen Huaifeng was silent for a long time, then put down the wine jug in his hand on the bank of the stream, then leaned down, washed his face there seriously, waded across the clear stream, and walked away with his sword.

Wang Xiaoer was not in a hurry to leave, looking up at the sky, speculating about how long it would take for this Sword Sect disciple to come back.

His realm should be very high, so most of the sword intent should not be able to stop him.

It's just that his realm is not high enough, so he probably can't climb the turbid sword platform.

The story may have an outcome before sunset.

This is nothing new for the people of this small town under the cliffs of the East China Sea.

In fact, every year, many very confident sword cultivators come.

In the end, he sighed at the cliff and went away.

The era of Tsing Yi has naturally passed.

It's just that a little tail left by the ten-year Sword Sect in the years is still enough to become an extremely difficult hurdle for sword cultivation in the world.

Chen Huaifeng went in a hurry, and came in a hurry.

It was indeed at sunset that the sword cultivator silently walked back from the cliff.

Although Wang Xiaoer could already see what was happening, he still asked with some hope: "How is it?" ”

Chen Huaifeng stopped by the stream, picked up the wine jug he had put down, and said softly, "I haven't seen the cliff master. ”

This sword cultivator passed through those two thousand zhang sword intent all the way without hindrance.

It's just like Zhang Xiaoyu at the beginning, stopping at 3,000 zhang.

The avenues are stacked on top of each other, embracing the White Wind and Rain Origin Wind and Rain Dao Technique, and Chen Huaifeng, who is in the main realm of the human cliff, has also not crossed the sword steps with white hair of three thousand zhang.

And the woman in the white dress on the turbid sword platform did not appear.

So many of the answers are stark.

Chen Huaifeng stood on the bank of the stream, raising his head high, as if he was drinking wine in a big gulp, and as if he was looking up at the high cliff.

What a high cliff is, it is true that only those who have climbed the cliff will understand.

The higher you go, the more you will feel small.

The man on the cliff is a man from heaven.

Chen Huaifeng stood in the twilight evening breeze of the East China Sea, but he suddenly understood the origin of the word "broken crown".

If you put your head up too high, everything will shatter.

This Sword Sect disciple said very sincerely: "So Zhang Xiaoyu, how can he be worthy of being called the Three Swords with such a woman?" ”

How can Cong Zhongxiao be worthy of being called the three swords with the white clothes?

It's just that Chen Huaifeng didn't say the following sentence.

After all, that's something that deceives teachers and destroys ancestors.

Although Bai Yi died at the hands of Emperor Huai, he is just such a sword cultivator who can be compared with Dao Saint Li Queyi, what kind of talent is, probably the world can also get a glimpse of it from these white-clothed descendants.

Wang Xiaoer drank the last bit of noodle soup, shook his head and said to himself, "I don't understand these things in your cultivation world. ”

I probably don't need to understand it.

His face is also the ultimate existence in the world. There will probably be a teenager who eats noodles in Huaidu, looking at a certain scholar in surprise and thinking - such noodles also deserve the adjective that they are delicious together with the bowl of noodles in the East China Sea?

It's just that Wang Xiaoer's noodles haven't finished yet, but the sword cultivator by the stream suddenly looked up at the twilight sky.

Wang Xiaoer was also taken aback by Chen Huaifeng's sharp and sudden movements, and subconsciously raised his hand to protect the noodles in the bowl.

Probably because he was afraid that something would fall from the sky and knock over his noodle bowl.

It just didn't.

There was just a sword light in the sky that was as bright as a galaxy in the night.

Wang Xiaoer was about to ask what that meant.

I saw that the sword behind the sword cultivator beside him was also dragging the brilliant sword light out of the sheath, chasing the sword light.

Wang Xiaoer looked at the sky in a daze.

Perhaps above the extremely distant heavenly dome, where even the twilight was faint, the two swords intersected together, sprinkling the sword light of the day like a stream of fire.

It's a pity that the shopkeeper of such a noodle restaurant can't see it.

He could only see that the face of the sword cultivator beside him had turned pale for a moment.

Then the sword, which had been gone, became a little hoarse, and fell backwards from the heavenly firmament, and fell back into his sheath.

Wang Xiaoer looked at the still calm face of the sword cultivator beside him, and the shocked emotions calmed down a little, and stood up with the bowl in the twilight by the stream, standing side by side with the sword cultivator, looking up at the high sky - in the distant story, the world in the dusk will look at the sky with the bowl when they are eating after farming.

They will think, is it raining, is it sunny, is it frosting?

And Wang Xiaoer is thinking about the sword?

Maybe it's really cheap.

In an era when practitioners gradually become unreasonable, the world is indeed very lowly.

"Whose sword is that?"

Chen Huaifeng on the side stood by the stream for a long time, even if the sword had returned from the distant sky and fallen into the sheath, it was still trembling lightly with the entire scabbard.

"Zhang Xiaoyu."

Wang Xiaoer was silent, and after a long time, the shopkeeper of the noodle restaurant asked softly, "What is he going to do?" ”

Chen Huaifeng said softly: "He wants to tell me that it is very difficult to be a good person, and if you make a mistake, you will fall into the abyss, such as ......"

Wang Xiaoer frowned and said, "Like what?" ”

Chen Huaifeng took a big gulp of wine in a wine jug.

"If he wants to kill someone, I have to stop his sword - no matter how many miles he lives."

Wang Xiaoer looked at the sword cultivator in a daze, and suddenly seemed to realize something, holding the bowl and looking at him with wide eyes and anger.

"You can't do that!"

Although Wang Xiaoer is not a cultivator, as a person who has lived in a small town under the cliff of the East China Sea for generations, he naturally understands the meaning of that sentence regardless of a hundred miles and thousands of miles.

"You are a great sword cultivator in the world, you should know what kind of consequences a cultivator's sword will cause if it passes through the world without any scruples."

The young shopkeeper of the East China Sea gritted his teeth and looked at Chen Huaifeng and said.

Chen Huaifeng lowered his head and said softly, "Then what do you think I can do?" ”

There was a lot of sorrow in this sword cultivator's eyes that was as heavy as twilight.

"Of course, I know very well that the long wind sends cold light for thousands of miles, which means that the sword intent and sword wind will plow through the world like a plough from heaven and earth."

"But that's not something I can decide. The rules of the world can only bind him, but not me. Someone starts breaking the rules, and then the rules don't exist anymore. ”

Wang Xiaoer stood there in a daze.

Yes, this is indeed not something that Chen Huaifeng can decide.

People who are in the rules will always have a harder time than those outside the rules.

So who was the first to break the rules?

Is it Zhang Xiaoyu, or Cong Blade, or is it the Taoist named Chen Qingshan who was outside the Qingshan of the Liuyun Sword Sect at the beginning?

Wang Xiaoer was silent for a long time, and threw the bowl in his hand into the stream - this is also an unruly behavior.

If a child wants to catch a fish, they may jump into it and be pierced by the broken bowl.

"What the hell is Kamigawa doing?"

The shopkeeper of this Tokai noodle restaurant did not call His Majesty again.

Chen Huaifeng was silent for a long time, then looked up at the sky and said softly, "He is thinking about going to the sky." ”

So you don't want the world?

Wang Xiaoer thought very hastily.

He turned his head again and looked at this sword cultivator who had been talking a lot of things peacefully with himself before.

Yes, no matter how harmonious the world and cultivators are, even if they eat at the same table and scold their mothers.

It's just that after all, some things are very different.

When they are stripped of their identity as human beings, people will see what kind of height they are at.

Wang Xiaoer turned around and walked silently towards the town.

Therefore, there is only one Lingnan Sword Sect in the world.

And now, there is not a single one.

.....

Lin Shuiwang stood there in a daze, looking at the five-fold sword cultivator who didn't know how far the sword went, and didn't know what he meant by such a sentence.

That sword suddenly left, and suddenly returned.

Zhang Xiaoyu calmly raised his hand to take the sword, and then stroked the sword body.

When Lin Shuiwang caught a glimpse of the bright red on the sword, great panic suddenly arose in his heart.

"What did you do?"

Zhang Xiaoyu calmly wiped the blood from those swords.

"I wanted to kill someone from the East China Sea Sword Sect, but I didn't succeed."

"Who is it?"

"Whoever it is."

Lin Shuiwang stood there trembling all over.

Such a simple four words bring more trepidation than any name.

Zhang Xiaoyu just turned his head, and the face under the bloody eyeband was like a peaceful lake, and said, "So do you want to learn some good swords?" ”

Lin Shuiwang hurriedly retreated, probably tripped over a certain tree root, fell backwards, got up in a panic, turned around and ran towards the mountain forest.

Zhang Xiaoyu turned his head calmly, standing in the evening breeze of a mountain, his white clothes flying like snow in the wax moon.

Where is there a good sword in the world?

It's just a sword.

A good sword can't kill.

Seeking truth is fruitless.

There is no way to get rid of it.

So, what is it all for?

Zhang Xiaoyu felt like he was crazy.

This white-clothed sword cultivator lowered his head.

Senior brother probably thinks the same way.

Which senior brother is.