Cheng Lu stood quietly at the end of the trail.

Further on, there is a small courtyard hidden deep in the woods.

It's probably been a few years since there was such a yard.

The things of the world always decay quickly.

So sometimes when the mountain wind blows, you can still hear some babbling sounds, and I don't know if it blows to the old wooden board in the yard.

When Jiang Shanxue brought Cheng Lu over, she whispered twice outside, but no one answered, so she asked him to wait here for a while, and that uncle was probably asleep.

This Daoist with the largest existing generation in Qingtian Dao is different from Bai Yuyu Xie Chaoyu, he is a disciple of the old Qingtian Dao Master, and a junior disciple of Bai Fengyu.

They all belong to the characters who step on the tail of history and survive in the world.

Cheng Lu stood in the mountain wind with some sighs and waited.

It is natural that a person of the world who has lived for hundreds of years can survive for so many years, which is naturally worthy of admiration and emotion.

Don't choose to turn into a demon, but choose to face a hundred years of life and death as a human being, you naturally need to have a very firm belief.

So when the twenty-nine-year-old Mei Xiyu saw the ninety-two-year-old Lingnan old sword cultivator, even if the latter was in a low realm, Mei Xiyu still had nothing to offend and be rude.

Cheng Lu waited there quietly for a long time.

The mountain breeze gradually blew this green mountain from the bright day into a twilight with some leisurely meaning.

The leaves on both sides of the orange light, which were not too late and seemed rather clear, swayed faintly in the wind, like some old man who was slowly dying.

Cheng Lu had heard of such an old Taoist.

The body is mutilated, and the sea of gods is incomplete.

It was left in the civil strife of the Qingtian Dao back then.

Probably it is from this and the other that the old Taoist people look at their mutilated bodies, and it is easy to remember that the current Qingtian Dao is also broken.

As a result, there are many ideas that are contrary to those younger generations in Qin Chulai's view.

When Cheng Lu was silently thinking about it, the forest not far away suddenly made some very rustling sounds.

As a sword cultivator of the Liuyun Sword Sect, he has naturally always been keen, and Cheng Lu quickly looked up.

In the distance, a forest of green leaves slowly swayed in the twilight, as if it was just being blown by the wind, and farther away, there seemed to be a faint corner of the Taoist robe flickering by.

Cheng Lu frowned slightly, but in the Qingtian Dao, of course, there will be Taoist robes.

This sword cultivator from the Liuyun Sword Sect originally thought that it was just a certain Guanzhong Daoist occasionally passing by not far away.

I just turned my head and looked up at the courtyard that was still silent at the end of the path.

Cheng Lu suddenly thought of something, his expression changed, he suddenly raised his hand to hold the decision, and then broke into the courtyard.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Cheng Lu saw the old Taoist who was lying on the recliner under the eaves with a broken body, but today's old Taoist man was probably more mutilated.

Originally, the teacher uncle who was only missing an eye, an arm and a sunken chest cavity was gone, but at this time, he didn't even have an arm or an eye.

I don't know where my eyes are, my arms are rolling to the ground, and I am standing with fallen leaves, which are slowly shaking.

And above the sunken chest, there was a sword stuck in a straight line.

A sword of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect.

When Cheng Lu was attacked and killed by the old Taoist of Songxueguan, he was left behind in Yulinling near Siqiao Town.

Cheng Lu stood there in a daze.

The old Taoist is still alive, maybe he can guess who such a person is from the breath around him.

"Let's go...."

The old Taoist only had such a weak sentence that came into Cheng Lu's ears.

In fact, when Cheng Lu saw the rain bell, he realized that he had to leave the Qingtian Dao.

Yulin Ling, the sword of the Liuyun Sword Sect, in the past period of time, like the decisive separation, has always been carried by Cheng Lu.

Cheng Lu suddenly turned his head and looked at the path outside the courtyard.

A Taoist stood quietly.

The robes are flying.

Yes.

The mountains and rivers sit with me.

View of mountains and rivers, Li Shi.

This is also something that made Cheng Lu wake up in an instant.

The Dao robe that swept over the mountains and forests in that corner was not the Qingtian Dao robe.

Li Shi stood in the twilight with a slight smile, and Cheng Lu's hand instantly cut through the evening breeze and shot at such a Taoist.

The twilight of the world is light rain.

It's a pity that Cheng Lu hasn't entered the Great Dao yet, and such a night rain sword really can't make such an outstanding disciple of the Dao Sect embarrassed.

Li Shi raised his hand calmly, and the Tao was windy, and there was a bright moon in the sky.

Such a Taoist does not use the Taoism of the view of mountains and rivers, but the Taoism of the Qingtian Dao.

The moonlight Dao technique fell to the world, turning into a moon wheel across the mountains and forests, but it directly stopped the night rain sword back, turned back into the courtyard, and inserted it next to Cheng Lu, trembling non-stop.

Li Shi's gaze crossed the swordsmanship that was broken, and Cheng Lu, who had a pale expression, fell on the old Taoist under the eaves, but said with some sighs in his expression.

"It's time for you to rest, Uncle Shi."

Man's time is over, and man's life is long.

The old Taoist may indeed have to rest.

It's just probably not supposed to be such a rest.

When Cheng Lu drew his sword again, the Taoist had already dispersed his Dao rhyme, and his figure dissipated in the evening breeze of the mountains and forests.

Cheng Lu looked at the sword intent of the Liuyun Sword Sect and the Dao rhyme of the Qingtian Dao in the courtyard.

Turning his head and looking at the old Taoist who had disappeared in silence with his last breath.

This Liuyun Sword Cultivator suddenly understood why the last words of the old Taoist when he was dying was to go.

Cheng Lu didn't hesitate, turned around and turned into sword light, shooting towards the outside of the green mountain.

Uncle Qingtian Dao was constantly alarmed by Fang Cai's movements and came towards this place.

......

Jiang Shanxue stood silently on the lakeside path of the mountain ballad.

Kamigawa and Bai Yuyu stood on the opposite shore of the lake in the mountains, and the two of them were equally silent.

In the twilight of a lake, a sword figure was reflected standing quietly looking down at the sky.

White-haired and green-clothed, Baiyun Qingxi, Chen Yunxi.

The sword cultivator who still had the meaning of autumn rain on his body stood there with a sparse expression, looked at the lake for a long time, and then turned his head to look at Jiang Shanxue who was wearing the robes of the ancient Qingtian Dao, and then looked at the Shenhe on the other side of the lake.

The two looked at each other quietly, and neither of them spoke.

It took a long time for Bai Yuyu to put on his robe and salute very dignifiedly.

"What did the seniors do when they came to the Blue Heaven Dao?"

Of course, Chen Yunxi is a senior, even for a person like Kamigawa, he is also a senior.

This sword cultivator, who was once called the Three Swords with Cong Zhongxiao, lived in an era that was indeed too long.

Chen Yunxi looked at it for a long time, and then said calmly: "I heard that you have been looking for me, so come and take a look." ”

The white-haired sword cultivator turned his head, quietly looked at the twilight Pinghu, and said lightly: "So it should be me asking you what you are looking for me." ”

Kamigawa never said a word from beginning to end, just looked at this sword cultivator with deep eyes for a long time.

As the master of the Qingtian Dao Temple, Bai Yuyu naturally couldn't really be silent in the face of such a scene.

The plain robed woman stood on the shore of the lake with her hands in her hands, and said softly, "If I asked, the seniors would really answer?" ”

Chen Yunxi said calmly: "There is no truth in the world that there is an answer to a question, you can ask if you want to ask, and you can answer if you want to." ”

Bai Yuyu quietly looked at the sword cultivator on the lake.

Jiang Shanxue stood silently on the mountain road, and her eyes fell from Bai Yuyu to the Pinghu.

A lake of twilight is like a flat mirror.

It's just a big lake on earth, how can it really be so calm?

Therefore, it is about a mountain of sword intent, and the town is full of lake twilight and rhyme like a flat mirror.

Jiang Shanxue silently looked away.

After a long time, the woman standing on the shore of the lake asked softly: "I heard that the seniors saw the seniors in Tsing Yi back then, but I don't know if this matter is true or not." ”

Chen Yunxi turned his head, looked at Bai Yuyu quietly, and said slowly: "It's just that? ”

Bai Yuyu said softly: "It's just ......"

Before he finished saying such a sentence, the three people in the middle of the mountain song suddenly looked up at the green mountain.

It took a long time for the woman in the plain skirt by the lake to slowly finish the rest of the words.

"That's it, senior."

Chen Yunxi stood quietly on the small bridge on the lake, and then turned around and walked calmly towards the outside of the mountain ballad.

"It's true."

Jiang Shanxue stood there silently, looking at the sword cultivator who had walked through Pinghu, was silent for a while, and then got out of the way.

Chen Yunxi didn't even glance at this Qingtian Dao disciple, and calmly walked towards the mountain, and then disappeared.

Outside the city of Nanyi in the year 103 years of the Great Wind Calendar, there was a Nanchu Lingwu who once had a conversation with another Nanchu Lingwu like this.

It was probably he who deliberately waited in the Youhuang Mountain Range, but such a white-clothed sword cultivator walked over like this, without even looking at him.

That's about it.

Jiang Shanxue stood there silently.

The white jade ballad turned into a wind and left.

And Kamigawa, which was originally standing quietly on the shore of the lake, suddenly snorted, covered his heart and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Jiang Shanxue looked at that scene with some horror, and then hurriedly crossed the lake in the mountains and appeared in front of Kamigawa.

"Your Majesty is all right?"

Kamigawa clutched his heart and shook his head slightly.

It was only at this time that the sword intent and rhyme of the lake finally diffused, and in the twilight, it was like countless clear lights that cut through the smoke and clouds, escaping towards the world.

Jiang Shanxue stood there silently, even if he was a cultivator of the Great Dao, in the face of such a sudden story, there was no way to enter the game.

There is also a gap between the senior brother and the senior brother.

The same is true for sword cultivation and sword cultivation.

Kamigawa's sword intent and rhyme came out, and only then did he suppress those injuries, and this human emperor stood by the lake, raised his head, and looked at the heavenly dome where a certain sword cultivator had left for a long time.

"What a Chen Yunxi."

Kamigawa has not seen such a mysterious sword cultivator for a thousand years, and as soon as they met, they were directly injured by the sword intent.

Jiang Shanxue stood there silently.

It has been a long time, and Bai Yuyu, who was shocked by the movement in the view, reappeared on the lakeside, wearing a plain skirt, stepping barefoot across the lake bridge, and stopped there, looking at the rivers and mountains and snow with a complicated expression.

Jiang Shanxue saw such a look, but she didn't know what it meant.

Or maybe he already knew what it meant.

His face turned pale very quickly.

Bai Yuyu looked at this young Taoist for a long time before he said softly, "Uncle Shi is dead." ”

The disciples in Qingtian Dao may have many uncles, but Bai Yuyu has only one uncle in today's world.

Jiang Shanxue suddenly fell silent, and even his breathing seemed to be a little weaker, and after a long time, this Taoist said softly: "I know, Guanju." ”

It wasn't until Jiang Shanxue's words came out that the two people by the lake finally heard the extremely dull and heavy breathing of this Taoist.

Jiang Shanxue looked up at the sky, let out a big breath, lowered her head again, and said it repeatedly.

"I see, Lord."

This Taoist suddenly understood why such a sword cultivator, who had always been mysterious and almost never seen in the world, appeared on the shore of the lake—he suppressed Kamigawa and Bai Yuyao, and someone went to kill the old Taoist who was probably the only one who knew what had happened back then.

What's the use of just getting it?

When the white-haired and green-clothed sword cultivator first saw the Pinghu Lake in the Jiangshan Snow, he suddenly appeared on this Pinghu.

Some people are going to die naturally.

This is something that neither Kamigawa nor Bai Yuyu can stop.

Jiang Shanxue didn't ask Zhang Xiaoyu why there was a sword cause and effect coming towards him, but he lowered his head and silently walked towards the other end of the mountain rumor.

When he walked into the lake, the Taoist turned around, his expression gloomy and sad.

"I know, Guan Lord, so Qingtian Dao is indeed inseparable from those stories in the world."

Only in this way will it lead to such a sword cultivator, who would rather let many things be exposed, but also appear on the side of this mountain rumor.

Bai Yuyu said softly: "Yes." ”

The Taoist stood there for a long time, breathing deeply, but as if he remembered something, the Taoist who was about to leave looked at the mountain rumor residence again.

"I have a friend ....."

Bai Yuyu didn't speak, just looked at Kamigawa on the side, the latter, who still had blood on the corner of his lips, calmly stretched out a hand, the palm of his hand was a sword intent, and then condensed into a small sword.

"Take it with you and go to Huaidu to find Heavenly Hell."

In Kamigawa's always calm voice, there was some sword sound at this time—from the battle between the two sword intents in the body.

This calm emperor standing on the shore of the lake is naturally far less calm than he appears.

Those sword intent battles all exist under the cover of the twilight rhyme of the Great Lake.

The exquisite and clear sword intent sword fell into Jiang Shanxue's hands.

The young Taoist bowed very respectfully.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Jiang Shanxue turned around, looked up blankly at the twilight of the world for a long time, and then silently walked towards the mountain road.

It wasn't until Jiang Shanxue left that Bai Yuyu looked at the black-robed emperor on the side with worry.

"Your Majesty....."

Kamigawa sat down on the shore of the lake and shook his head calmly.

Those sword intent battles only stop at sword intent battles after all.

It is far less tragic than the sword wounds brought by Cong Blade and Qiushui at the beginning.

Perhaps this is also the white-haired sword cultivator of the Liuyun Sword Sect, a warning and a temptation for this human emperor.

Kamigawa sat there silently, then slowly stretched out his right hand from under his black robe.

The arm bones of the green hanging suspensions are naturally far more powerful than the world imagined.

After all, it was the first time that the sword chose the master after Tsing Yi left the world.

Kamigawa quietly held his right hand, and slowly let go, pinching the sword technique, and the sword intent itself, which was far more powerful than before, burst out, dispersing all the sword intent from Chen Yunxi's tentative intent in his body.

Bai Yuyu looked at the aura around Kamigawa, but he was also a little frightened, and it took a long time before he silently looked at Kamigawa and asked.

"When will Your Majesty break the border?"

When the Shenhe River breaks through the realm, it is naturally the fourteen stacks of the Dao Sea.

Kamigawa's breath gradually calmed down, and the emperor sat on the shore of the lake at dusk and said calmly, "Anytime." ”

It's just that it still doesn't make sense.

Le Chaotian, who had just entered the thirteen stacks, was aggrieved and ran back to the East China Sea by Cong Blade with a sword when he met.

Even if Kamigawa really entered the Fourteenth Stack, it would naturally not be Chen Yunxi's opponent.

......

The white-haired and green-clothed sword cultivator walked slowly in the Pingchuan under the mountain somewhere outside the quiet Qingtian Road.

There is a stream flowing through the river, and the flowers and plants on both sides are slowly swaying in the twilight.

There is a small wooden bridge built by the world for some years, and on the bridge sits a young man who is fishing with his cheeks.

Chen Yunxi stopped not far away, looked at the young man quietly for a long time, and then slowly walked towards the riverside, stopped by the bridge, and saluted very respectfully.

"Yunxi has seen Senior Brother Qinglian."

The young man in green clothes sitting on the stream turned his head to look at the latter, and then turned his head again, but his expression was obviously a little melancholy.

It was a long time before the young man whispered, "Come here." ”

Chen Yunxi stood up straight, stepped on the wooden bridge that squeaked and creaked as soon as he stepped on it, and stopped beside the young man.

Cao Weiying raised the fishing rod, looked at the empty fishing hook, sighed very melancholy, and then looked at Chen Yunxi on the side.

"Hold your hand out."

Chen Yunxi looked at this young man, but he smiled softly and said, "Senior brother, do you have to punish me?" ”

Cao Weiying just looked at Chen Yunxi quietly and didn't say anything.

Chen Yunxi restrained his smile, knelt down on the river bridge very respectfully, stretched out his hands, palms up, and spread them on the bridge deck.

The young man, who didn't know how long he had been fishing here, raised the fishing rod in his hand and hit it three times in the palm of the white-haired and green-clothed sword cultivator.

In the hands of such a fifteen-stacked sword cultivator, three blood-red marks appeared very distinctly.

After the grass finished drawing the three rods, he threw the fishing rod in his hand into the stream, looked at Chen Yunxi quietly, and said, "Does it hurt?" ”

Although Chen Yunxi is a cultivator with a very high realm, he is also a human after all.

If you haven't resisted with your sword intent, it will naturally hurt.

The white-haired and green-clothed sword cultivator knelt beside the young man and said softly, "It hurts." ”

Cao Weiying said calmly: "The world will also hurt, I hope you can remember this truth." ”

Chen Yunxi said softly: "Senior brother understands. ”

Such a disciple of the Liuyun Sword Sect would naturally not be the junior disciple of Qinglian back then.

It's just that back then, all the teachers in the world were sharpening the sword cliff, and the natural cliff was full of senior brothers.

Cao Weiyi said slowly: "Get up." ”

Chen Yunxi didn't stand up, he still knelt beside the young man, raised his head and said softly, "Yunxi just kneel." ”

Grass raised her eyebrows and said, "What's so good about kneeling?" ”

Chen Yunxi smiled slightly and said very sincerely.

"The years are not lived, the millennium is like a stream, and Yunxi can still have the teachings of the senior brother, which is a great blessing to be in the world."