What You Chunshan didn't know was that although Jiang Shanxue said that Cheng Lu still hadn't left the Mountain Rumor Residence, just such a sword cultivator, he wasn't in that lakeside dwelling.

Bai Yuyu stood by the lake with folded hands, looking down at the twilight of a lake glowing with green hills.

And Kamigawa sat quietly in front of the bamboo house, where it should have been the white jade ballad fuqin, this emperor who had always looked indifferent, was raising his hand and landing on the strings at this time, and there was a crisp sound of the piano slowly falling into this twilight between plucking.

It's just that the sound of the piano is very different from the meaning of the white jade ballad or the one played by a Taoist who loves to play music.

Bai Yuyu listened to it there for a long time, and then laughed softly: "Rely on the flying soul to recruit you, I think of you." With such a sound and tune, who is Your Majesty remembering? ”

Kamigawa didn't answer, just sat quietly and stroked the piano, startled by a vast cloud of smoke.

This emperor's injury is almost as good as it gets, and under the black emperor's robe, there is silence, no sword intent, and no Dao rhyme.

It took a long time before Kamigawa slowly stopped stroking the qin, raised his head, quietly looked at the plain robe woman standing on the shore of the lake, and said calmly, "Who do you think I am remembering?" ”

Bai Yuyu looked down at the twilight of a lake for a long time, shook his head, and said, "I don't know." ”

Kamigawa didn't continue, he got up and walked towards the lake, stopping beside Bai Yuyu.

A mountain is blowing in the twilight wind.

Bai Yuyu stood on the shore of the lake, turned his head to look at the god river standing beside the emperor's robe, coughed lowly twice, and then said softly: "I thought Your Majesty would go and see it in person." ”

Such a sentence seems to be a little unfounded.

It's just that nature has a reason.

For example, when a certain sword cultivator from the Artesian Cloud Sword Sect stepped out towards the shore of the mountain dwelling big lake, he was swept into it by the power of some kind of time and disappeared into this world.

There is no sword intent around this emperor, and there is no rhyme, but under his robe, there are many witches and ghosts surging power.

Witchcraft, migratory.

Gou Qiushui and Shenhe all practiced witchcraft in the Youhuang Mountain Range back then, and what Gou Qian knew, it was naturally impossible for Shenhe not to.

Kamigawa stood there quietly and said lightly: "Naturally, I can't go, even if the many stories I see with my own eyes will be clearer and more intuitive, but people like us, if they step into the years in vain, all the changes are unknown." ”

The sword of the Cong Blade can cut through the years, and it is naturally more than a false word.

Maybe a certain spirit witch boy who died in Nanyi City has a deep understanding.

Bush Blade can, and so does Kamigawa.

And a certain Liuyun Sword Cultivator who has survived since the Tsing Yi era is naturally the same.

Bai Yuyu looked down at a lake of twilight like a mirror, and said softly: "Speaking of which, it's me, and I don't know why Chen Yunxi came here back then. ”

When Chen Yunxi came, Kamigawa may have noticed it in Huaidu, but he didn't come to take a look after all.

Such a mysterious sword cultivator suddenly left the Liuyun Mountain Range, which is certainly a fearful thing, but after all, Kamigawa is the emperor of the world, and he is as shocked as a forest bird, which is naturally something that makes people laugh at it.

It's just that why don't you know about the white jade ballad?

The woman in the plain skirt quietly looked at the world, as if reminiscing about the past.

"The contemplator walked out of the confession at that time, I may have felt guilty in my heart, and chose to close the five senses in the middle of the mountain ballad and cultivate, trying the twelve waves of the Dao Sea, even if it was something that Chen Yunxi had come to, it was only after that I realized it."

Kamigawa said calmly, "I thought he wanted to take a look at Bai Fengyu back then. It's just that now that he thinks about it, Chen Yunxi may have taken more than one look. ”

So how many glances did that kind of sword cultivator see, it became unknown.

Bai Yuyu raised his head and looked over the green mountains in the world, looked south, and after a long time, he said softly: "Then let's see how much Cheng Lu can see." ”

The two of them didn't say anything more, and stood quietly by the lake, waiting for the return of a certain black-robed sword cultivator.

......

Cheng Lu stood quietly on the small bridge in the lake.

This sword cultivator still maintained a saluting posture, but the plain-clothed woman who was originally standing by the lake had disappeared.

Some drizzle is slowly falling in the world, and it disappears when it enters the Pinghu Lake.

Cheng Lu looked up at the autumn mountains that faintly had a lot of withered yellow meanings, so he also understood, and he probably disappeared into the human years like Pinghu like this rain.

Cheng Lu stood quietly for a long time, although there was no figure of a plain-clothed woman in front of the mountain rumor, Cheng Lu still respectfully completed the unfinished etiquette in his hand.

This sword cultivator from the Liuyun Sword Sect naturally didn't know what Bai Yuyu was doing twenty years ago, but at a glance, his eyes seemed to be no longer than a lake of autumn rain, and he was very distant and hazy and fell everywhere.

In front of that bamboo house, there is about a rhyme, and it is impossible to enter.

Cheng Lu turned around with his sword and walked towards the Qingtian Dao.

Twenty years ago, Qingtian Dao.

Maybe it still exists in the terrifying stories brought by the white wind and rain at the beginning.

It was a full view of tranquility—this kind of tranquility was very different from the kind of tranquility that the three of them saw when they stepped into the Qingtian Dao.

When the mountain birds fall in the forest, it is silent, and the mountain birds fly away, and the forest is also silent.

At that time, Qingtian Dao was about the latter.

Cheng Lu walked through those mountain roads, stood on the forest road in the view, looked at those extremely silent Taoist temples, there were only occasional people hurrying in the view, today may not be an ordinary day, the three or two occasional Taoists are also in a hurry, it is such a sword cultivator who stands in the mountain rain without noticing.

Cheng Lu watched quietly for a while, and then walked towards the direction of the mountain with his sword.

This sword cultivator from the Liuyun Sword Sect naturally didn't want to go down the mountain, but the negative sword passed through those buildings where many gates were closed and were really like bamboo piles in the rain, and then stopped on the forest and rain path that went down the mountain.

When Cheng Lu glanced at the past, he happened to see such an old Taoist, standing on the mountain road for a long time, looking at the drizzly and misty world with great silence and solemnity.

White wind and rain.

Such a Taoist who has never turned into a demon is a rare existence in the world that can survive a hundred years.

Even twenty years ago, such a Taoist was already extremely old—perhaps even more old and haggard than he had seen in Nanyi City.

The Taoist was covered in wind and rain instead of autumn rain, and there was a lot of sword intent faintly diffused in those wind and rain.

The sword of Cong Blade, after years, is still as strong as this.

Cheng Lu silently looked at the old Taoist standing in the rain, but some pity suddenly arose in his heart.

It's just that such mercy probably comes and goes quickly.

The pity on Cheng Lu's face was not revealed, and all the expressions disappeared on his face in a hurry.

In its place, there is a great deal of silence and complexity.

Under the mountain road, there is a touch of blue and white, which is slowly coming in the rain.

White-haired and green-clothed, Chen Yunxi.

Cheng Lu is a rare person in the world who has seen such a sword cultivator, this young sword cultivator, one of the three swords, is originally a disciple of one of the ancient three swords.

Maybe in the story of thousands of years, such a sword cultivation has never changed much, let alone twenty years?

Cheng Lu looked at the extremely familiar figure, and really came calmly towards the Qingtian Road in the stories told by Bai Fengyu, and for a while, he only felt that the mountains and autumn rain were coming with an incomparably cold pavement.

This is the feeling that the snowstorm in Nanyi City has never brought him.

It turned out that twenty years ago, this world's people had always thought that the sword cultivator who had never left the Liuyun Mountain Range had really come to the Qingtian Dao.

This is the tail of the story of the white storm.

Maybe it's the beginning of a story after that.

Cheng Lu silently stood in the rain with his sword, and didn't say anything, just watched the intersection of the mountain road for a long time.

The two stopped, staring at each other for a long time, the white-haired and green-clothed sword cultivator in the misty autumn rain didn't say anything, just stood there quietly, just as a certain Taoist told in the wind and snow.

Such a sword cultivator didn't even bring a sword.

However, the sword intent from the Cong Blade in the heart of that old Taoist was restless, and many of them broke free, cut through the autumn rain, and dispersed towards the four directions of heaven and earth.

Cheng Lu stood there silently, even though he had always believed that his master was really stronger than Cong Blade and Shenhe in the past, it was just self-speculation from this sword cultivator.

It was only at this moment that he saw that the sword intent of those causal swords was frightened away by the sword cultivation Zhou Zhiyi who had no sword in his hand, that Cheng Lu intuitively felt the implementation of those guesses.

Cong Blade is already the sword cultivator of the thirteen waves of the Daohai in the main realm of the Sword Cliff Cliff, when he fought with Shenhe in the East China Sea, he was the divination operator who laid down the Qiankun array, and suppressed it with the Great Si Divine Soul, but it failed to prevent the sword intent of the two from falling to the world.

So what kind of realm is such a white-haired and green-clothed sword cultivator?

......

"Fifteen stacks."

Le Chaotian looked at the curious little boy beside him and said softly.

Lu Xiaosan was very amazed and said, "Fifteen stacks? ”

Le Chaotian stood on top of the cloudy green mountain, quietly looking at the depths of the flowing clouds, and was also very amazed, and said, "Yes, fifteen stacks." ”

It's a pity that Lu Xiaosan probably doesn't have any intuitive concept, so he counts with his fingers there.

Le Chaotian turned his head to look at the little boy, smiled softly, and said, "Don't count, you won't have a concept if you count clearly." ”

Of course, Lu Xiaosan could only know that it was a very high realm.

"How tall is that?"

Lu Xiaosan put down his fingers, looked at Le Chaotian and asked seriously.

"Cong Blade Seniors and His Majesty Kamigawa are all thirteen stacks of sword cultivators." This young Taoist said with a sigh.

Lu Xiaosan thought for a while and said, "That doesn't seem to be very high." ”

Le Chaotian patted Lu Xiaosan's head, and said probably helplessly: "The further back you go, the more difficult it is, if this is not high, what do you think is high?" ”

Lu Xiaosan thought seriously for a long time on the top of the mountain with the gourd on his back, and said, "Then who is taller than him or the grass firefly?" ”

Le Chaotian was silent.

"Those who grind the sword cliff, don't compare them with the people of the world."

Lu Xiaosan sighed, looked at Le Chaotian again and asked, "So Uncle Shi, can you enter the fifteenth stack?" ”

Le Chaotian was silent at this time, and it took a long time before he said softly: "Maybe it's okay, but it will take a long time." ”

Lu Xiaosan was obviously a little disappointed.

Le Chaotian looked at the little boy angrily.

"The Nine Stacks of Waves of the Dao Sea is already an untouchable realm for a lifetime for the world, what do you sigh for?"

Lu Xiaosan said with a smile: "Anyway, it's impossible for me to arrive, can't I laugh at you?" ”

Le Chaotian raised his hand and was about to knock his head, but unfortunately the little boy guessed what he would face when he said these words, so he directly shrank back and pushed a pine cone that was gnawing on a fruit that he didn't know where to pick it in front of him.

The latter looked at the two of them with some blankness.

The unknown fruit was delicious, and the pine cone didn't notice what the two were saying.

Le Chaotian reluctantly withdrew his hand, stood on the edge of the mountain, and quietly looked at the world that was not peaceful in the clouds.

After all, the battle in the south was stopped by the city in the mountains after the arrival of the human armor.

It's just that some things can be stopped, and some things can't.

Lu Xiaosan didn't know what Le Chaotian was looking at, so he ran back and looked there curiously.

"By the way, uncle, how do you know that Chen Yunxi's predecessor is fifteen?"

Le Chaotian said calmly: "I've seen it here before. ”

"I thought you had seen him."

Le Chaotian stood there silently, and after a long time, he sighed and said, "I don't dare." Such a sword cultivator who has come over from the Tsing Yi era is too alienated and indifferent from this world, I heard that the people of the world drank bitter wine like sweet liquor, and no one knows what kind of attitude such a sword cultivator holds. ”

Lu Xiaosan nodded thoughtfully, looked at Le Chaotian again and said, "Then why do you dare to come and see it now?" ”

Le Chaotian smiled slightly.

"Because Chen Yunxi is not in the Liuyun Sword Sect."

Lu Xiaosan said with some surprise: "Then where did he go?" ”

"It doesn't matter where he went, it's ...... that counts"

Before Le Chaotian's words were finished, there were several sword lights coming through the clouds and green mountains, and the sword intent was immense, which was an extraordinary sword cultivation.

Le Chaotian only stood in the middle of a mountain of sword winds, raising his hand and countless Dao texts fell towards the world, and those sword intent sword lights were all stripped away, leaving only a few bare swords shot towards this green mountain.

Le Chaotian raised his hand very calmly and held the trembling swords, and then said lightly: "Chen Yunxi is not in the Liuyun Sword Sect, so no one can stop us from going in and taking a look." ”

Even if it is those Sword Pavilion sword cultivators, it is not good.

Lu Xiaosan's eyes lit up.

As a Lingnan sword cultivator, it was naturally impossible for Lu Xiaosan not to be curious about such an equally ancient sword cultivation place as the Liuyun Sword Sect.

Just looking at the swords in Le Chaotian's hand, the little boy said with some concern: "But wouldn't this be too high-profile?" ”

Le Chaotian smiled softly and said, "It's okay, because this time I came here to ask for the sword." ”

It is naturally impossible for a Taoist to ask for a sword.

The matter between sword cultivation is probably called asking the sword.

Lu Xiaosan watched as Le Chaotian threw all the swords from the Artesian Cloud Sword Sect into the clouds, and then shook out a sword from his sleeve that he had not seen many times.

Butterflies love flowers.

This is when he was teaching Le Chaotian to learn swords in Lingnan and Nandao, he personally lit his sword and asked Le Chaotian to engrave his name.

Lu Xiaosan almost forgot that his uncle, although he was a Taoist no matter how he looked at it, he was also a real person who had studied swords in Lingnan for half a year.

It's just that the little boy is very skeptical.

As far as you are a half-sword cultivator like Le Chaotian, can you really ask the sword?

Lu Xiaosan thought so and asked so.

Le Chaotian stood in the clouds and green mountains with his sword, and answered the question of landing Xiaosan very seriously.

"Because I only ask about the sword, not about the people."

Lu Xiaosan said with some curiosity: "What does it mean to only ask about the sword and not about the person?" ”

Le Chaotian smiled slightly.

"It means that you can't beat Chen Yunxi, so let's take a look at what kind of sword his sword is."

Lu Xiaosan said with some surprise: "Didn't that sword cultivator go out with a sword?" So where is his sword? ”

Le Chaotian thought for a while and said, "I don't know, it's just that there are some things, and I always have to figure it out to be more reassuring, so I ....."

This young Daoist sent a sword towards the mist.

"Whatever, try the sword first."

Lu Xiaosan turned his head to look in the direction of Le Chaotian's sword slashing, and then stood there in amazement for a moment.

The Liuyun Mountain Range, which has not dispersed for thousands of years, is like a sea of clouds and waves at this moment, and all obstacles are overturned wherever the sword passes.

The little boy ate and said, "Uncle Shi, when did you learn swords so well?" ”

Le Chaotian turned his head and said very seriously: "Have you ever heard of a saying? ”

The young boy asked, "What do you say?" ”

Le Chaotian said softly: "Tsing Yi doesn't know swordsmanship. ”

Such a sword cultivation that represents the ultimate in the world, and does not know swordsmanship, sounds probably an extremely unbelievable thing.

It's just that the world really can't refute it.

Because Tsing Yi has only had one sword in his life.

And that sword, the world has never seen before.

Lu Xiaosan was a little unclear.

Le Chaotian looked at the butterfly love flower that ignited the cyan sword fire in an instant and became extremely hot and red, and said with a slight smile: "When your realm is really high, whether you can have a sword or not depends on whether you want to hold a sword or not." ”

In the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect in the distance, countless sword lights appeared in an instant, forming a vast sword net, trying to stop that sword.

Lu Xiaosan probably finally understood what Le Chaotian meant, but he still felt incredible when he looked at the scene in front of him, and then looked at Le Chaotian who seemed to be smiling proudly.

"Uncle Shi."

“？”

"You look a lot like a sassy villain."

Le Chaotian was silent, and then laughed softly.

"Who can be a good person all their lives? Life is short, and sometimes it's okay to be a villain, let alone ....."

This Taoist looked at the little boy on the side, and said with great sincerity and sincerity.

"I am a mountain."