When the sword intent in the autumn rain of those mountain roads began to disperse, the old Taoist standing on the road left the middle of the mountain road in silence, stepped on the end of the stone steps, and put his back against the wet branches and leaves on both sides, giving way to such a road.

The white-haired and green-clothed sword cultivator came calmly towards the mountain, brushing shoulders with the white wind and rain.

Cheng Lu stood there silently and didn't say anything.

The two of them on the stone steps of the mountain road in the rain staggered calmly like this, and the white wind and rain went down the mountain, maybe they would wait there for a long time, until they didn't wait for anything, and then quietly left, and went to the city of Nanyi, to find a grave to spend the rest of their lives.

And Chen Yunxi.

Chen Yunxi.

Cheng Lu watched in silence as he slowly walked through the Autumn Rain Mountain Road, and then came upward, but did not go towards the view, but crossed the deep forest of the Autumn Rain, and quietly turned his head to look at his white-haired and green-clothed sword cultivator.

This black-clothed, short-haired sword cultivator didn't hide, just quietly stood there with his back on his back.

Cong Blade can see many people who shouldn't have belonged to this time.

It is impossible for Chen Yunxi not to see it.

So Cheng Lu just stood there quietly, and after a long silence, bowed and saluted.

Twenty years ago, Chen Yunxi, did he have a disciple named Cheng Lu?

Naturally not.

However, the white-haired sword cultivator who still had many shadows of his youth in his face looked at the black-clothed sword cultivator standing in the forest very calmly.

It took a long time before Chen Yunxi said calmly: "What are you doing here..."

"Cheng Lu."

Cheng Lu.

Cheng Lu, who had been hanging his head all the time, suddenly raised his head when he heard these two words, and his eyes were full of incredulity as he looked at the sword cultivator in front of him.

The original questioning words of a thousand words, at this moment, were all drowned by an indescribable shock like a tide.

"Division....."

Cheng Lu just said one such word in the future, and he couldn't say anything anymore.

Just like some of Cheng Lu's reveries when the old Taoist told those stories in Nanyi City.

Twenty years ago, what was Cheng Lu doing, such a sword cultivator, who was only five years old at the time, and had not yet stepped out of the world, maybe he was playing in the mud in a certain town, chasing butterflies, and looking at pumpkin flowers.

It's just that such a sword cultivator who shouldn't have intersected with Cheng Lu and shouldn't have known Cheng Lu's name, but in this autumn rain, he looked at the young sword cultivator in the forest and called out his name.

In the dim autumn rain, there was a faint sound of thunder rolling above the sky.

Cheng Lu was like being struck by lightning, and it seemed that a flash of lightning suddenly flashed in his mind, illuminating many unbelievable truths.

"So Master, you ....."

"Never turned into a demon!"

The young sword cultivator in the autumn rain had never had such trepidation.

Yes.

The world has always thought that such a sword cultivator who has lived since the Tsing Yi era to the present, and is older than Cong Zhongxiao, has come to incarnate as a demon to survive for such a long time.

It's like a bush blade.

The matter of turning into a demon came from a certain shocking speculation and experiment of the demon ancestor back then.

At that time, Chen Yunxi was about the time when his gray hair was gray.

So everything made sense.

It's just that when Cheng Lu stood in such a period of time and heard the white-haired sword cultivator in green clothes standing on the autumn rain mountain road say his name so calmly, all the speculations about this sword cultivator in the past were all overturned at this moment.

Looking from the front to the back, everything is uncertain, and looking from the back to the front is fate.

How could such a sword cultivator twenty years ago know Cheng Lu's name?

At that moment, Cheng Lu finally knew a lot of answers that he didn't know.

"It turns out that Master, you have been walking through the years for more than a thousand years."

Chen Yunxi just stood there calmly, quietly looking at his always smart disciple.

Cheng Lu couldn't calm down for a long time, and looked at this sword cultivator who was very peaceful in his youth when he was a teenager.

It took a long time for Chen Yunxi to say slowly: "Do you want to know some answers?" ”

Cheng Lu stood there weakly and said softly, "I think I already know a lot of answers, Master. ”

From the old Taoist of Songxue Guan to a certain human sword sect, a disciple named Zhuang Baiyi more than four hundred years ago.

All the ways in the world, throughout the ages, Cheng Lu has never been able to understand how such a nineteen chapters, which seem to have just appeared, brought together so many people who should not be together.

But at this moment, he finally understood many things.

Because someone walks in the years.

A thousand years is enough for many things to extend their tentacles together little by little.

Chen Yunxi just stood calmly in the autumn rain.

When Cheng Lu looked at such a picture again, it seemed that she had seen a rain that had lasted for thousands of years.

Perhaps it was here that those stories began to flow like rain bubbling on the stone steps.

After being frightened for a long time, Cheng Lu finally remembered something, looked at Chen Yunxi and asked with a complicated expression: "So Master, who are you coming to Qingtian Dao to meet?" ”

Chen Yunxi didn't answer this question, just turned his head calmly, stepped on the autumn mountain rain flowing with fallen leaves, and walked towards the mountain road.

Cheng Lu pulled his legs and chased after the mountain road.

It was only before he began to take a step that the sword behind him suddenly came out of its sheath and lay in front of him.

Chen Yunxi stopped there without looking back, and said lightly: "There are some stories that you can't read, Cheng Lu." ”

This black-clothed short-haired sword cultivator looked at the cold light in the autumn rain in a daze, the cold light in the dim autumn rain should have been dull, but it stabbed this sword cultivator and couldn't open his eyes.

After a long time, Cheng Lu said softly: "The world always says that teachers are lazy if they don't teach strictly. But many things are not just the laziness of the teacher. The family teacher is sinking, and the disciples are also at fault, such as the king is mediocre, because the courtiers do not give good advice. ”

The black-clothed sword cultivator slowly raised his head, quietly looked at the white-haired and green-clothed figure on the mountain road, and then reached out and grasped the sword—not on the hilt, but on the broken sword's broken but sharp blade.

Cheng Lu clenched the handle extremely hard, and blood dripped in his palm.

The young sword cultivator knelt down in the autumn rain, prostrate in the autumn rain, and said in a sad and desolate voice.

"Please turn back!"

Chen Yunxi didn't look back, just stood there calmly, and after a long time, the white-haired and green-clothed sword cultivator whispered in the rain: "You should go and learn Zhang Xiaoyu, Cheng Lu, in the troubled times, kneeling is a meaningless thing, when someone starts to draw a sword, you also have to learn to draw a sword, you have to talk to me about your reasoning." ”

Cheng Lu was just lying in the rain.

"The disciple doesn't have any reason, the disciple only knows that the world is devastated and all kinds of things are falling."

Chen Yunxi said calmly: "There are some things in the view of mountains and rivers, you should also take a look, Fang Zhong is blind, Fang is born and Fang is dead, it seems to be full of not full, and it will be unsurpassed." It's just that they're too mild, and they won't have anything but stigma. ”

Cheng Lu raised his head in silence and looked at the white-haired sword cultivator standing on the mountain road for a long time.

The latter still just said very calmly.

"Sharp times cannot be spent with mildness. Walking peacefully into the night, you will only die peacefully in the night. ”

It wasn't until after this sentence that Chen Yunxi finally turned around, looked at his kneeling disciple in the mountain forest, and then calmly walked towards the top of the mountain road.

"I don't necessarily appreciate the white wind and rain."

This was the last sentence of this white-haired and green-clothed sword cultivator.

Cheng Lu let go of the sword in his hand, knelt in the forest in silence, and looked at the sword cultivator who was unstoppable in the world and headed towards the mountain road for a long time.

It took a long time for this black-clothed sword cultivator to finally stand up from the autumn rain with his sword, and when he stood up, in the deeper depths of those misty autumn rains, he vaguely saw a Taoist standing there.

Cheng Lu didn't have time to see the appearance of such a Taoist clearly, and countless sword intent poured out from the sword in his hand.

Chopped everything autumn rain autumn mountains.

The twilight shines on the Pinghu Lake, and the mountain breeze comes.

Cheng Lu, who was wet, was half-kneeling on the shore of the lake, with a black robe standing in front of him, holding such a decisive sword in his hand, and blood was dripping and dripping in the lake.

Cheng Lu stood up silently with a body of autumn rain, and looked at the black-robed emperor in front of him, who was holding such a sword in his hand, and his sword intent surged, just like Cheng Lu, the sword body was held horizontally in his hand, cutting the palm of such an emperor, and blood flowed.

Kamigawa quietly returned the sword to Cheng Lu, and this sword cultivator from the Liuyun Sword Sect bowed with his sword.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Cheng Lu could naturally see that it was Kamigawa who forcibly brought him out of those years, and it was also the sword intent that came from the white-haired and green-clothed sword cultivator on top of those decisive separations.

Kamigawa looked at this incomparably messy black-clothed sword cultivator for a long time, and then said calmly, "So what is the answer?" ”

Cheng Lu was silent for a long time, and then turned around and walked towards the outside of the big lake.

"The answer is ....."

The Liuyun Sword Cultivator stopped in front of the mountain road in the back mountain and said softly, "We can't win, Your Majesty." ”

......

It seems that nothing can be won in the world.

Gongzi Wubei walked sincerely in the streets and alleys of Nanyi City, but he didn't even see the appearance of such a Taoist, so he had to make a choice in a hurry in the sword wounds.

The young man held the sword and walked quietly on the twilight streets of Nanyi City, in the cold and silent long street, the shadow that stretched under the young man's feet was like a hesitant sword.

The sword is round, like a melon skin.

It's just that there probably won't be any sword name written on it, or maybe it does have a sword name - Thirteen.

The boy stopped there, and quietly looked at the words that had fallen from the sign of the street hall because no one cared about it after the war.

In fact, there were many people who were very annoyed by the atmosphere of the four-sided cards in Nanyi City.

It's always noisy, and it's easy to make people sleep badly in the middle of the night.

It's just that when they see the current Nanyi City, they will probably feel that the name of the Thirteen is actually very kind.

Hu Lu held his sword and watched there in silence for a long time, then walked forward and kicked the words away.

When some of the few people in Nanyi City passed by, they looked at Hu Lu and asked very seriously.

"What are you going to do?"

Hu Lu didn't answer, but just held his sword, his head bowed, and walked around the streets like a homeless second-rate son—like a hesitant sword.

The man saw that Hu Lu did not speak, but he had no choice but to walk away.

In today's Nanyi City, the greetings on the street are rare and valuable.

It's just that this teenager didn't cherish these things.

Probably everything is broken, and there is nothing left to cherish.

Zhao Xingxing was also very depressed on the street.

After crossing Lingnan like a bamboo, the battle finally came to a halt outside Shanyue City - Zhao Xingxing and Hu Lu were actually still there that night, watching the city in the mountains, which was already easy to defend and difficult to attack, raised a desperate barrier.

So the young man had to start worrying about whether he would really die if Huai'an came back from the counterattack.

This kind of thinking is getting stronger and stronger, and it is also getting more and more panicked.

Zhao Xingxing felt that his breathing was a little blocked.

So he wandered around the world with his sword in his hand.

This may be the last glory of sorghum.

Zhao Xingxing sat on the side of the street, looking at the twilight and thinking.

Such an ancient country, with the afterglow of the goddess, successfully stepped into the land of the north, and even crossed the Lingnan, when I heard about Gu Chu, they only came to this vicinity.

Zhao Xingxing comforted himself with various reasons.

You see, you can also leave some words in the history books.

Although you have nothing to do with this war, it's just that those people from Zuo Shifu have to remember your name after all.

Even if it's only the word happy, it's commendable, isn't it?

The history written by the people of the world is like gold. To be able to leave a name is already better than the vast majority of people.

Zhao Xingxing's mood finally improved, but the sky seemed to suddenly darken.

The boy thought that he had been in a trance for too long, and he didn't even know that it was dark, but when he looked up, he realized that it was not.

It wasn't that it was dark, but that a young man he hadn't seen for a long time stopped in front of him with his sword in his hand.

Zhao Xingxing looked at Hu Lu with some surprise.

"So you're really back?"

Hu Lu probably didn't want to hear anything about the past anymore, so he turned his head away with his sword in his hand, and was silent for a long time before nodding imperceptibly.

Zhao Xingxing's original sad mood was briefly dispelled by that surprise after seeing Hu Lu.

The young man from Huangliang stood up, looked at Hu Lu and asked very seriously, "You really went back to the past?" ”

Hu Lu replied sullenly.

"So did you change any story?"

Zhao Xingxing asked very innocently.

That Sword Sect disciple just stood in the long street for a long time, looking at the world where there was no snow and only twilight, and after a long time, he said softly: "No." ”

"Nothing?"

Hu Lu turned his head and whispered, repeating, calmly, perhaps with a sense of weakness, "Nothing." ”

Or maybe it's all on track.

Everything is there, everything is there.

Nothing has ever changed.

Hulu didn't remember seeing such a future self.

So he didn't know how embarrassed he was when he fled in a hurry, whether he was like a water dog, or if he was like a chicken in the soup.

But he knew that the way he looked and that the posture must have been ridiculous.

The boy sighed and continued to walk south.

Zhao Xingxing followed with some curiosity.

Although this Sword Sect disciple looked as if he was wandering aimlessly.

It's just that there is a set direction.

He might go north into an alley, or he might turn to the river to take a look, but he would always head south.

Zhao Xingxing didn't know what Hu Lu was looking at or what he was looking for.

The two of them wandered in the twilight of Nanyi City like I had wandered since my life.

It wasn't until there were many rivers in front of him, and a mountain in the city in the twilight crossed those eaves and appeared in front of him, that Zhao Xingxing saw the young man in front of him stop.

Hu Lu stopped there and looked at the tomb mountain for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhao Xingxing looked back and forth, and always felt that today's Hulu seemed to be very strange.

After looking at it for a long time, the young man found a very strange place - the sword he was holding in Hulu's arms today didn't seem to be his own sword.

That sword Zhao Xingxing felt as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

It was a sword with a cyan hilt.

If this was on the banks of a mountain stream under a night moon, then the boy would probably remember it very clearly.

It's just that the hues in the twilight are often different from the hues in the moonlight.

Zhao Xingxing was still thinking there.

Hu Lu suddenly said, "I once had a dream in which my master came back. ”

Zhao Xingxing looked at this young man with some confusion, not knowing why he was talking about such a thing again.

Hu Lu just held the sword and said to himself.

"At that time, he told me that I could take that square inch, or that ugly sword, and of course I could hold my own sword—I could choose a lot of things for myself, not just the ones that Master said."

Zhao Xingxing looked at the sword in Hu Lu's arms, but he still didn't understand.

"Actually, the things that the master said in the dream are very simple, if they are right, they will go on, and if they are wrong, they will go out."

Hu Lu glanced back at Zhao Xingxing and said softly, "I think it's wrong." ”

When the boy turned back, he let go of his sword and stood in the twilight with his arms outstretched.

The cyan sword with the hilt was once taken to the East China Sea by Cong Xin, and in the midst of a day's sword intent, the sword that could break many things fell down very calmly, nailed to the stone slab in front of the young man, and exuded a cold light in the twilight.

The young man who heard the wind was full of sword intent, and he slashed the streets into a messy evening breeze.

Zhao Xingxing stepped back in a panic, looked at the young man standing under the eaves of the long street somewhere in front of the tomb mountain, and asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

"I think it's wrong, the Human Sword Sect, the Human World, the Sword Sect, whatever it is, it shouldn't be like this."

Hu Lu said calmly.

When the young man's voice fell, there was a sound of a sword, like a cold light breaking through a lake, and the twilight was instantly filled with a lot of sword intent from the top of the human sword sect river bridge.

Zhao Xingxing stood there in a daze.

The young man who heard the wind realm was enough to send a sword to the tomb mountain and send it to the Tonggui Monument.

So the cold light came out of the twilight, and suddenly, it shot towards the thousand-year-old stone tablet.