Green mountains and flat rivers, on the twilight stream bridge, the young man sits, and the white hair kneels, which is about a rare wonder in the world.

And yet it was all so harmonious.

Cao Weiying quietly looked at Chen Yunxi who was kneeling there, then turned his head, looked at the green mountains and the world, and said slowly: "This is not the teaching of senior brother, Chen Yunxi, if you teach as a senior brother, what falls into your hands will not be a fishing rod." ”

The youngster, with clear eyebrows and quiet eyes, spoke old-fashioned words.

Chen Yunxi sat there upright, looked at Cao Weiying and said, "So in what capacity is Senior Brother here?" ”

Grass took the wine gourd from her waist and sat on the bridge and drank it in a big gulp.

Then he said lightly: "Zhang San in the south of the city, Li Si under the mountain, and Wang Wu in the village." ”

Chen Yunxi laughed softly and said, "So it's just the identity of the world." ”

Cao Weiying handed the wine gourd in his hand to Chen Yunxi, and the white-haired sword cultivator took it, drank it in a big gulp, and then sighed and said, "It turns out that Senior Brother Hululi is still filled with bitter wine from the year. ”

This young man in green clothes squinted at the world, as if he was waiting for the drunkenness to be slightly drunk, and as if he was waiting for the bitterness to dissipate.

"Everything has never been liberated, and naturally everything is suffering."

"You and I are all from the world, Chen Yunxi."

This young man in green clothes rarely has such a sighing tone.

So maybe it's true that just like what Cao Weiying said to Le Chaotian at the beginning, he didn't want to see such a sword cultivator.

The moment the goddess Yaoji returned to the world, looking at the familiar high heaven, she may have remembered the story of Gu Chu thousands of years ago.

When Qing Xiang saw the grass as a firefly, he remembered the story of the shemale dispute thousands of years ago.

And when Cao Weiying saw Chen Yunxi, he would naturally inevitably think of the story of the panic in the world back then.

That sentence is naturally explaining the reason for the three rods that hit Chen Yunxi's hands.

But you and I are nothing more than human dreams.

There is always some real laughter and some real pain.

Chen Yunxi also fell silent and said softly: "Yunxi naturally knows that he is also a ...... of the world."

Cao Wei took the wine gourd back, sat there and drank the wine, and said slowly: "You don't have to explain anything to me, if you really want to explain, it is also to explain to the world, the world should see what they see right and wrong, not what I see right and wrong." ”

There was silence on the banks of Twilight Creek.

It was a long time before the young man in green clothes turned his head to look at Chen Yunxi, who had long been gray-haired like snow, and was no longer young and gentle.

The meaning of snow is naturally cold, a kind of lonely beauty.

Just like the question that the young man in green clothes asked Chen Yunxi.

"The person in the world who wants me to die the most should be you."

Chen Yunxi silently bowed his head, touching the occasional stream gradually rising, perennially wet on the wooden bridge, those cyan robes in such an action, drooped down, soaked by the stream water to a vivid tone.

Just like this sword cultivator's answer.

"I'm sorry, brother."

But the young man in green clothes laughed.

"Actually, I can understand your fears. Mojian Cliff has been silent for thousands of years, and when the world hears the story of the year, it will only be regarded as a story after all. But you are different, you have seen my master break through the sky, you have seen Emperor Huai beat the world to pieces, and you have also seen the eighth junior brother verify his conjecture in the world without hatred. ”

"We are the precipice that all people look forward to, and we are also the sharpest sword hanging over the heads of the world."

Grass for Firefly drank wine while looking at the world.

"In fact, I am afraid myself, so I never want to see what is right and wrong in the world, and the Taoist named Xie Chaoyu said it very well - when you see right and wrong, you will enter into right and wrong, and if you know good and evil, you will become good and evil. Only when there is nothing and no self can we travel the world without waiting for anything. ”

"But there is nothing and no self, and the same as the most perfect and the most beautiful, it is an extreme spiritual realm, the unreachable is the extreme, and the invisible is the supreme."

"I can never judge you right or wrong in such a matter."

Grass for Hotaru smiled slightly.

Or maybe you're right. Yaoji can return now, which naturally means that even if you don't go to those things, she will come back, taking advantage of the present, while I will still look at the world with melancholy love, and put the story on the stage, it is indeed a very good choice. ”

The grass raised its head for the fireflies and drank wine.

"This is also the responsibility of being a senior brother."

Chen Yunxi knelt there for a long time.

The brook fell silent again.

When this white-haired sword cultivator raised his head, he saw a lot of deep guilt in the young man's eyes at a glance.

"It turns out that the senior brother has been a thousand years, and he still can't let go of what happened back then."

The death of those Sword Cliff junior brothers, the death of the young man in white.

For such a sword cultivator, it is a long-term hard thorn.

Cao Weiying didn't say anything, just drank quietly.

Just like he has been a teenager for a thousand years.

Four o'clock is best in March, and there is no return to the youth.

Juvenile can be an adjective or a noun that is used to refer to certain people.

After a long time, Cao Weiying turned his head to look at Chen Yunxi and said, "Can you let go?" ”

Chen Yunxi was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Naturally, I can't either." ”

As the only sword cultivator who was not beaten to tears by that young man back then, Chen Yunxi naturally had a good relationship with Bai Yi.

It's just that Chen Yunxi back then was undoubtedly powerless.

The two didn't say anything more, and the silence at about this point was the real reminiscence.

Facing the wordless recollection of the story of the year.

It was a long time before the young man, who had been drinking there, stood up and looked at the fishing rod in the twilight stream in the distance, which had been caught in some of the flowers and plants on the shore.

Chen Yunxi looked up at the young man standing on the bridge and said softly, "Senior brother is leaving?" ”

Cao Weiying nodded calmly, took a sip of wine, but looked at the sword cultivator again, and said softly, "Let's play a tune." ”

Chen Yunxi smiled and said, "What kind of bullet do you use?" ”

"Play the sword."

Chen Yunxi looked at the young man who only had a beard, and then looked at himself who also did not have a sword.

"It's just that there are no swords here."

It's just that before the words of such a white-haired and green-clothed sword cultivator fell into the stream, there was a sword roar between heaven and earth.

Chen Yunxi turned his head in surprise and looked at the south of the world.

In the vast clouds of heaven and earth, something came through the entire world very quickly.

An ancient, unsheathed sword stuck in the bridge of the stream.

Chen Yunxi looked at the sword for a long time, and then looked at the young man on the side with a soft smile.

"So in the final analysis, Senior Brother is not a person from heaven after all, but just a person from the world."

How to be a heavenly man?

The heavenly people would never bring such a sword from Qiushui and put it in front of Chen Yunxi and let him play the sword.

Cao Weiying said softly: "I said at the beginning that you and I are both people of the world. ”

"Yes."

Chen Yunxi quietly looked at the sword in front of him, and then stretched out his hand.

The moment this Liuyun Sword Cultivator held the sword, the green robe and white hair were flying in an extremely chaotic manner.

Cracks began to spread from Chen Yunxi's hands, all the way along his arms, towards his entire body.

When Cong Zhong laughed at this sword, he once thought about drawing the sword, but it was only such an idea that began to arise, such a first sword in the world back then, the whole person started from the center of the eyebrows, and there were cracks, and he was almost crushed by those faint sword intent.

So there is a very sincere saying in the world.

It's not okay to call it even if you want to.

It's just that even though Chen Yunxi was cracked in the sword pattern, he still pulled out the sword from the river bridge with the scabbard in his hand, and then crossed his knees.

"Unless it's in the hands of the Sword Master, it can't leave the Sword Grinding Cliff for too long."

Grass said calmly.

Such a sword itself was drawn from the high cliff.

That East China Sea Sword Cliff is the real scabbard of this sword.

The boy said, heading under the brook bridge.

"When you're done, send it back to the Grinding Sword Cliff."

"Okay."

Chen Yunxi naturally understood what this meant.

The boy may be coming to the world, this is to make him settle down.

This white-haired and green-clothed sword cultivator sat with a horizontal sword, and the white hair in his robe was blown by the sword intent brought by the sword.

When Chen Yunxi raised his head, his eyes were all carved with extremely deep sword marks.

"What tune do you want to listen to?"

The grass is a firefly, looking up and drinking wine in a river of flowers and plants.

"I'm ambitious...."

Chen Yunxi didn't say anything more, he raised his hand with great difficulty and pressed it on the scabbard of the sword.

Between heaven and earth, there was a crisp sound of swords.

Playing the sword and making a song is naturally more than just pulling the sword with your hands.

The same is true with sword intent.

When that sword roar sounded in the twilight Pingchuan, the corners of the lips of this white-haired and green-clothed sword cultivator who still had a warm meaning instantly overflowed with blood.

With the sword intent of the world, touching the sword intent of such a sky-breaking sword is about similar to flicking the blade with an empty hand, so the blood flows like an infusion.

It's just that this white-haired sword cultivator didn't stop, and a sword intent came out with a mighty body, touching the sword intent on the sword that began to diffuse because it had been away from the cliff for too long.

In the Pingchuan, the sword roars like a harp.

The twilight is gone, and the night is as if there is a voice singing in harmony.

- I have few ambitions, and I have dreamed of reaching the sky.

Masa Suyue, the world has been admired for thousands of years.

.......

The white-haired sword cultivator was in the sound of the sword, and the blood all over his body overflowed from the sword marks.

And the young man who drank went farther and farther away, disappearing between heaven and earth.

......

You Chunshan sat quietly at the door of the bamboo hut, the twilight was coming to an end, but Jiang Shanxue had not yet brought him food to eat.

This young man from the East China Sea didn't dare to walk around, for fear that he would accidentally go to a place where he shouldn't go and be beaten up.

So he sat there with his legs crossed, and his stomach croaked with hunger, like someone who had hidden a great toad in his clothes.

Cheng Lu didn't come either.

I don't know what they did.

You Chunshan sat there very melancholy, and finally he was so hungry that he couldn't stand it, so he stood up with a wooden sword, planning to go to the mountains and forests on the side to take a look, maybe he was lucky enough to catch a rabbit and gnaw it.

You Chunshan licked his lips, as if he had smelled the aroma of roast rabbit, but before the young man could enter the forest, he saw a girl on the trail walking over with a food box.

It was Yu Chaoyun who I had seen in the morning.

You Chunshan, who was going to catch rabbits, was stunned, looking at the Taoist girl, scratching his head a little strangely.

"Why are you here, your Uncle Jiang?"

Yu Chaoyun stopped there, handed over the food box in his hand, and said softly: "Something happened in the temple, Uncle Jiang may not come over today, he asked me to go to the town to get you some food." ”

You Chunshan looked at Yu Chaoyun for a long time, and then took the food box, and nodded a little inexplicably.

"Okay."

You Chunshan walked back to the bamboo house with the food box, I don't know what I remembered, and looked back at the girl who was still standing there.

"Do you want to eat something, is the matter in the view serious?"

Yu Chaoyun shook his head and said, "No need." ”

It's just that she didn't tell You Chunshan what happened in the view, she just looked at him silently for a long time, and then turned around and left this bamboo house.

You Chunshan didn't care either, eating food there.

The toad in the stomach finally ran away.

You Chunshan finished eating, and sat there a little bored.

After all, he really has nothing to do, he can't make tea, and he can't practice, so he can probably only dance the wooden sword there boringly.

I don't know if Jiang Shanxue has told the master about his own affairs.

You Chunshan looked down at the wooden sword in his hand, thinking a little melancholy.

After watching it for a while, You Chunshan remembered what Yu Chaoyun said, looked at the sky again, and thought that Jiang Shanxue probably wouldn't come again, so he planned to close the door and go to sleep.

It was only when this young man began to stand up that he looked at the mountains and forests to the south in astonishment.

He seemed to faintly hear some sword sounds, and it seemed to be the sound of a piano, and he didn't know where it came from.

You Chunshan looked down at his wooden sword, but unfortunately his sword never screamed, even if it fell to the ground, it would only make some very dull sounds.

The young man from the East China Sea listened there for a while, and then walked towards the pingzhong with some curiosity, standing on the observation path, looking into the distance.

It's a pity that the twilight is deep, like a preserved egg that has been cut open, it is dim everywhere, and the wind blows the mountains and forests slightly, and nothing can be seen.

Could it be that His Majesty is playing the piano?

You Chunshan thought curiously.

After all, there are many Dao Sects in the north, and sword cultivation is scarce.

It was the sound of the sword and the sound of the piano, and You Chunshan could probably only think of such a sword cultivator.

After listening for a while, You Chunshan slowly walked back to the bamboo house.

It was only when the young man walked back there that he was startled, and in the twilight in front of the bamboo hut, a Taoist stood at some point, listening quietly to the voice from the south.

You Chunshan held the wooden sword in his hand very vigilantly, looked at the Taoist and asked, "Who are you?" ”

This young man from the East China Sea is just sick, not stupid.

He still recognized the Dao robe of Qingtian Dao.

And the Taoist in front of him who came out of nowhere was obviously not wearing a Dao robe of Qingtian Dao.

The Taoist just stood there quietly and listened, perhaps it was night, and there was no joy or sorrow in his expression.

You Chunshan looked at this Taoist very vigilantly, until his eyes fell on the line of Taoist texts on the Taoist robe, and the young man stopped in a daze.

The mountains and rivers sit with me.

People who view mountains and rivers.

It's just that the people of the mountains and rivers suddenly appeared in the Qingtian Dao?

When You Chunshan hadn't figured out this thing, the Taoist finally lowered his head and looked at You Chunshan quietly for a long time.

"Li Shi, Xiyun Guan Li Shi."

The same young Taoist is very sincere and reports to his home.

Even if You Chunshan is a person from a place like the East China Sea, he has naturally heard the name Li Shi.

This is the most outstanding cultivator of the generation of the Daomen, or the generation of the human world today.

Although he said Xiyunguan, everyone knows that such a Taoist, born in Shanhe Temple, is the senior brother of that bastard Zhang Xiaoyu.

Zhang Xiaoyu is already a bastard.

His senior brother is naturally a bastard of turtle sons, a beast among beasts, a thing that gives birth to a son without an asshole.

You Chunshan thought so.

It's just that of course he didn't say it, after all, he doesn't know how to make beef noodles.

After all, it's just that the brain is sick, not that the brain doesn't grow.

So You Chunshan was very serious and pretended to be stupid.

"What is Xiyunguan? Is there a Qingtian Dao powerful? ”

Li Shi just looked at the young man quietly.

You Chunshan really didn't know what he was looking at?

Could it be that he also felt that he would become a great sword cultivator in the future?

When he thought of this, You Chunshan finally had a sense of crisis.

Yes, those bastards in the view of mountains and rivers specialize in killing people who may become great sword cultivators.

You Chunshan kept himself calm as much as possible, but the hand holding the wooden sword was trembling.

Fuck it, what about the people of Qingtian Dao? What about Jiangshan and snow, but what about Cheng Lu? Help!

The Taoist looked at it for a long time, but laughed softly.

You Chunshan looked at him with some trembling lips and teeth.

"You.... I don't care about you.... At.... What are you looking at? ”

Li Shi laughed softly, and didn't answer, just raised his hand and pinched a Dao trick, and there was a Dao text circulating rapidly around the Daoist's body, and then turned into a golden light, which suddenly submerged into the young man's body.

You Chunshan hurriedly picked up his clothes, and saw that there was a text in his heart that was overflowing with rhyme.

The view of mountains and rivers.

But the word appeared for a moment, and then disappeared as if it had never appeared.

"What did you do!"

You Chunshan looked at the Taoist in a panic and asked.

"Senior Xie Chaoyu said that you can become a great sword cultivator."

Li Shi stood there and said with a slight smile.

"I want to make a bet with him."

This Taoist turned his head to look in the direction of the East China Sea in the world.

"Let's see if his fate is closer, or my fate is closer to two-foot-nine."

You Chunshan stood there at first, but when he looked at the smile of the Taoist who seemed to have a deep meaning, he seemed to suddenly understand something.

There are some things, of course, that those who can't bet on them have a better chance of winning.

After all, it is a very difficult thing for a person in the world to become a great sword cultivator.

But dying before becoming a Great Sword Cultivator is a very simple matter.

You Chunshan suddenly looked at the mountain and river viewer with some anger.

"What kind of bet is this? There are no points engraved on the dice, you can change it if you want to, what kind of bet is this? ”

Li Shi just said calmly: "Of course, if Xie Chaoyu's predecessors can't even count this, then maybe two feet nine is closer than three feet, at least." ”

The Taoist calmly turned around and walked towards the forest.

"I've figured out what he told you about fate."

The Taoist stopped in the forest and looked back at You Chunshan.

"If he loses, then I can kill him."

This is the bet of this Taoist explaining such a gamble to this young man in the East China Sea.

You Chunshan stood there in a daze.

He naturally knew very well why this Daoist didn't kill him now.

Because he is still just a human being, and Li Shi is a cultivator.

It's just that if everything is as the old Taoist said, as long as You Chunshan begins to step into the cultivation world, maybe it will be You Chunshan's death at that time.

It seems that no matter how you look at it, that Taoist named Li Shi can't lose.

You Chunshan lowered his head and looked at the wooden sword in silence.

He never imagined that one day, the strife in the cultivation world would fall on him.

Why don't you go to my uncle?

Why don't you bet that he's coming to bet on me?

The young man from the East China Sea held the wooden sword in his hand tightly.

The grip was tightened but released.