Lu Xiaosan carried the gourd full of swords very seriously, standing in the clouds and green mountains and watching.

After Le Chaotian sent out the sword, he didn't go to the Liuyun Sword Sect again, but just put away the butterfly love flower and sat there quietly.

Such a Taoist is probably right.

Chen Yunxi is not in the Liuyun Sword Sect, this ancient mountain sword sect, except for some tentative sword light at the beginning, no one wants to come and take a look.

This disappointed Lu Xiaosan, and went there to bake bird eggs with Songguo, which Songguo ran to the tree to dig out when he had nothing to do.

When Lu Xiaosan first saw Songguo take back some bird eggs, he looked at her in surprise.

"You eat all of this?"

Songguo looked confused.

"You can't eat this thing?"

Lu Xiaosan ran over with a smile and helped the pine cone make a fire, and then said seriously: "Of course you can eat it, but aren't you a demon?" ”

Pine Cone looked at Lu Xiaosan like a fool.

"Then why didn't you ask this when I ate roast duck."

Lu Xiaosan thought for a while and said, "That's different, the roast duck is made of domestic animals, and this thing is your comrade." ”

"Bah, your comrades are birds' eggs."

Lu Xiaosan was ruthlessly knocked on the head by the pine cone.

It turns out that even if it is a mushroom demon, he may love to drink mushroom soup, even if he lies down on the board after eating the red umbrella and white pole.

After all, it's fresh and fragrant, so naturally you can't drink it.

Although Lu Xiaosan was beaten, he was still cheap.

"Then one day I caught two squirrels and roasted them, will you eat them?"

The little sword fairy was kicked by the little squirrel and rolled on the ground several times, and then rolled to Le Chaotian's side again.

Lu Xiaosan has long been accustomed to being beaten by Lu Xiaoxiao, so he is naturally fearless, sighing that he is really cheap, while pushing away the gourd behind him, lying next to Le Chaotian with his back to the sky, and picking up a piece of grass in his mouth.

After looking at the clouds and mist for a long time, the little boy turned his head and tilted towards Le Chaotian.

"So what's the name of the sword of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect?"

Le Chaotian, who was meditating with a horizontal sword there, thought for a while and said, "I don't know either. ”

"Didn't you ask?"

"I asked, did they answer?"

Of course, the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect did not answer.

Although it was true that the sword did not cause any substantial damage to such a sword sect.

In the Liuyun Sword Sect, there are naturally still some sword cultivators with good strength.

There are almost no twelve or thirteen stacks of sword cultivators in the world, but there are still nine stacks of sword cultivators.

Although Lu Xiaosan also understood, he still couldn't help but speak, and said: "That's Uncle Shi, you can't do it, your cultivation may be powerful, but sword cultivation is really a good thing, but if it's me Lu Xiaosan, this sword sect has been removed from the world." ”

Le Chaotian turned his head to look at the little boy, the twelve or thirteen-year-old boy reacted quickly, and before Le Chaotian could speak, he said with a sigh: "It's a pity that this sword immortal is practicing the secret method of supreme swordsmanship, and when the sword is completed, it can open mountains and seas and cross the sky, but it's a pity that before this method is cultivated, you can't use the sword at will, otherwise which round will get your kid to show off." ”

“......”

Lu Xiaosan was thinking about it there, but he seemed to suddenly remember something, looked at Le Chaotian seriously and said, "Anyway, on the day Uncle Shi came out of the sword, later, didn't there be a sword wind in the world?" Isn't that the sword of the Liuyun Sword Sect? ”

Le Chaotian turned his head to look at the south and said, "Naturally not, that's the sword of Nanyi City." ”

"Where's the sword?"

"No, only Sword Wind."

It's just that some things, even if it's just sword wind, are naturally extremely lethal without restraint.

Lu Xiaosan originally wanted to ask what those sword winds were going to do, but when he saw Le Chaotian there, he sighed and looked at the south and said, "The Human Sword Sect is going to be finished." ”

The little boy had been following Le Chaotian all this time, but he really didn't know what stories had happened in the world, so he asked with some curiosity: "How can the Human Sword Sect be finished?" Did something big happen? ”

Le Chaotian just smiled and said, "It's nothing, the eggs of the pine cone are baked, and she will finish eating them if you don't go." ”

The little boy jumped up.

When the egg is gone, of course, it is over.

After Lu Xiaosan ran to grab eggs with Songguo, the smile on Le Chaotian's face did gradually fade, and he quietly looked at the clouds and mist in the mountains, not knowing what he was thinking.

The eyes are full of flowing clouds, just like the white head of the green mountain.

Therefore, the white-haired sword cultivation of the Liuyun Sword Sect has always been very famous.

But what is famous is famous, and what cannot be seen is people, just like a certain white-haired and green-clothed Gu Jian Xiu, the world rarely sees them.

These are probably the two extremes of the Human Sword Sect.

One can't see it, and the other can't recognize it.

So when the pine needles under the snow have begun to decay, the world never knows.

Lu Xiaosan, who was pinching a roasted bird's egg, swayed back again.

"If they don't answer, are we going to keep waiting here?"

Although the young man likes to sell swords, he can also distinguish what is serious.

Le Chaotian stretched out his nose and sniffed, swallowed his saliva, and then looked up at Lu Xiaosan on the side.

"Get me one too."

"Nope. Why don't you go to the bird's nest yourself? ”

Le Chaotian said very melancholy: "Little San, you don't understand, people like me can go fishing by themselves, but they must not go to the bird's nest by themselves." ”

"Why?"

In the eyes of the young boy, turning over the bird's nest is probably no different from fishing.

"Because fishing is very chic when you hear it, but the person who turns over the bird's nest is very stupid, not to mention that there are too many people in the current Liuyun Sword Sect, if they accidentally see it, your uncle and my reputation in this life will be ruined."

Lu Xiaosan thought about it seriously for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion.

"At the end of the day, I still want to be handsome."

Le Chaotian didn't ask Lu Xiaosan again, but turned his head to look at the pine cone behind him who was roasting bird eggs with great interest.

Although Songguo also has the same idea as Lu Xiaosan, he just thinks about it, if he sends a bird's egg today, he will have roast duck and roast goose and chicken to eat next time, why not?

So he sent the one that was being roasted to Le Chaotian.

Lu Xiaosan looked at Le Chaotian very jealously, after all, his bird eggs were still beaten by Songguo, and Le Chaotian just glanced at it, and there were bird eggs to eat, which was simply indignant.

"Sure enough, I'm still rich."

Lu Xiaosan said sourly.

"It's not that it's good to be rich, it's just that a good person like me happens to be rich."

Le Chaotian naturally does not wear white clothes, this Taoist sometimes dresses brightly, and it is easy to make people feel that his arms are full of colorful silver tickets at a glance.

Lu Xiaosan sighed wistfully.

Le Chaotian, who was eating baked eggs contentedly, began to answer the little boy's question.

"Of course we won't keep waiting, it's the so-called beating of the water dogs, the Liuyun Sword Sect is so messy now, let's just go in and take a look."

Lu Xiaosan looked at Le Chaotian and said, "I think Uncle Shi, you are really becoming more and more like a villain, and the lines you say are so bold and rude." ”

Le Chaotian laughed softly and said, "Could it be that I am a good person, if I break into the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect like this today, will they treat me well?" ”

Lu Xiaosan tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "Whose good people have nothing to do to break into other people's houses?" ”

Le Chaotian was stunned for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully, stood up, stood up on the mountain with a sword and said, "It makes sense, so I'd better inform them." ”

Lu Xiaosan looked at Le Chaotian and thought to himself, how are you going to notify him?

The little boy hadn't finished thinking about it, but the scabbard of the butterfly love flower in the hand of the Taoist who was eating bird eggs on the side was shaken off again.

"It seems that Uncle Shi, you are really not a good person!"

Lu Xiaosan said very melancholy.

Le Chaotian put the sword away again, and said with a smile: "Of course it's a joke, after all, one sect has been passed down for hundreds of generations, and the mountain of death is still there, after all, the Liuyun Sword Sect is older than the history of Hanguguan, and there is no need to do it from generation to generation." The first sword can be said to be a sword, and the second sword is definitely not, maybe one day this sword sect will rise, get rid of the name of the second thousand-year-old one, and when the time comes, it will be good to chase some new and old hatreds, and chase the people of the Daomen every day to kill. ”

Le Chaotian said, threw the eggshell in his hand aside, clapped his hands and said, "So let's go over honestly." ”

Lu Xiaosan and Songguo had no objections, hurriedly stepped on the mountain fire, and then followed Le Chaotian in the direction of the Liuyun Sword Sect.

"By the way, you'll call the door later."

Le Chaotian looked at Lu Xiaosan and said.

Lu Xiaosan was stunned and said, "Why me?" ”

Le Chaotian raised his eyebrows and said, "Chen Yunxi is not in the mountains, should I call the door?" That's too inappropriate. ”

Lu Xiaosan looked at Le Chaotian up and down for a long time, and then asked, "Could it be that Uncle Shi, your seniority is actually very high?" Oh yes, that old man who is missing a door is your senior brother. ..... so"

The young man didn't finish his words, and the young Taoist just interrupted him with a slight smile.

"Of course, the seniority is not high, there will be no one in the Dao Sect who is higher in seniority than the Sword Sect, it's just that my realm is relatively high."

Lu Xiaosan didn't say anything more, and sighed and said, "Okay then." ”

The three of them were walking in the clouds, but the little boy suddenly asked, "Then how should I call the door later?" Old thief, quickly open the door and die? ”

Le Chaotian looked at Lu Xiaosan silently for a long time, then turned his head and said calmly: "If you like this, it's not impossible." ”

"You're not afraid of being killed by the people of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect?"

"Did you see the sword that day?"

"See, what's wrong?"

Le Chaotian sighed and said, "The people of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect will only be afraid that I will beat them to death. ”

So probably Lu Xiaosan is more arrogant, and there really won't be any problems.

The three of them came all the way to the bottom of the floating cloud platform.

Lu Xiaosan stood still at the foot of the mountain with a gourd on his back, looking up at the long steps of the mountain road that went up to the clouds and mist, but he was very serious thinking about how to call the door.

Otherwise, let's be gentle, after all, the name Lu Xiaosan will be widely known in the future, and it is inevitable that there will be black material dug up, and when the time comes, it may make the world think that the Lingnan sword is not religious.

It's just that Le Chaotian on the side also suddenly narrowed his eyes, quietly looked at a high platform above the clouds, and then turned to look at the little boy on the side.

"I'm going to make it a little more ugly."

Lu Xiaosan was stunned for a moment, looked at Le Chaotian and asked, "Why?" ”

"I'm afraid that the atmosphere will be too harmonious by then, and I won't be able to do it."

Lu Xiaosan looked at Le Chaotian in a daze, followed his gaze, and saw a figure in the clouds and mist, turning around and leaving.

"Who's that?"

Lu Xiaosan asked a little suspiciously.

Le Chaotian said calmly: "A Taoist." ”

......

A mountain of light clouds.

When Qin Chulai walked to the forest behind him with some emotion, he saw an unexpected figure.

The Taoist with the sword marks between his eyebrows was stunned for a long time, and then stepped forward, stopped behind the man, and bowed respectfully.

"Why is the Lord here today?"

The figure standing quietly in that forest is naturally the master of the Qingtian Dao Temple, the white jade ballad.

For Qin Chulai, this is naturally a very strange thing.

Bai Yu Ballad is the bamboo hut where the mountain ballad lives, and it rarely comes out, let alone leaving the lake in the mountains and suddenly appearing here.

Such a woman in a plain skirt who seemed to be weak, but was actually a very high and overhauled Daomen realm, stood there very quietly.

Of course, Qin Chulai could guess what Bai Yuyu was watching.

The white views that had been hidden in the temple at the beginning and finally burned down in a fire last year.

As expected, after reading it for a long time, Bai Yuyu turned his head and asked Qin Chulai a question.

"In the original Qingtian Dao, how many Baiguan remained?"

Qin Chulai stood there for a long time, as if he was seriously rethinking.

After a long time, this Taoist said softly, "I don't know, Lord. ”

Some of the stories are, of course, old.

It's just that no matter how long ago it is, it probably won't make Uncle Qingtian Dao of such a Great Dao realm unable to remember some of the things that existed at the beginning.

And Bai Yuyu himself is also a person who has experienced what happened at the beginning, so why do you have to ask Qin Chulai, and even when he decided to burn Bai Guan at the beginning, he is also such an old Taoist?

Some of the answers are naturally simple.

These people are all people who have damaged their souls.

Bai Yuyu didn't continue to ask, just quietly looked at the ruins of Baiguan in the forest, last year's fire, to this day, you can still smell the dull smell of many ashes.

The plain-clothed woman stood there, perhaps having been away from the mountain ballad house for too long, and began to cough softly again.

Qin Chu looked at Bai Yuyu, who was coughing softly on one side and slowly walking away in the direction of the Mountain Ballad Residence, was silent for a while, and asked, "Does the Lord of the Audience have any guesses?" ”

Bai Yuyu paused for a moment on the road, and then said softly, "No." ”

Qin Chulai didn't ask anything more, silently watched the woman in the plain skirt leave, and then turned his head to look at the ruins in the mountains for a long time.

Nineteen white temples probably doesn't sound like a very good number.

Qin Chulai stood there silently thinking.

This Qingtian Dao Master hesitated for a long time, and then raised his hand, counting the many things that had been burned by a fire very seriously.

Such a Taoist naturally hopes that there are really only nineteen of those white views.

It's just that I'm a little worried that it's really nineteen, which is a metaphor for many things that shouldn't be.

Qin Chulai counted and fell silent, his eyes gradually widened, and the outstretched hand stopped in those green mountain breezes for a long time.

Not nineteen.

The Taoist stood there puzzled, like a child who had suddenly lost a piece of candy, and counted it again in disbelief.

"One... Two... Three.... Sixteen.... Seventeen.... XVIII...."

That number stopped at eighteen.

Qin Chulai stood there a little flustered and counted, that kind of appearance was probably hard to believe that this was a Qingtian Dao uncle, a Dao cultivator with six stacks of avenues.

Perhaps worried that he was old and easy to see clearly, this Taoist hurriedly walked towards those Baiguan communities and counted them one by one.

It's just that no matter how serious this Taoist is, those Baiguan that burned in a certain snow last winter are always only eighteen.

Qin Chulai stopped in front of the deepest Bai Guan, and thought of the question of Bai Yuyu, and also thought of the old Qingtian Dao teacher uncle who suddenly died in the view.

So where else did one go?

Qin Chulai stood there in a daze, raised his leg and pushed open a door that was extremely burned, and walked into those white views.

The white jade in the sky, of course, will not be these white views hidden in the Qingtian Dao.

This may just be the Bai Yujing in the world that a high-spirited Taoist once wanted to create a hundred years ago.

After some stories, some Baiguan remained, and some Baiyujing Zhongdao people who survived in the original story lived in them.

Until last winter's day. A certain sword cultivator descended the cliff, and all those Dao talents were burned in a fire that the world never knew about.

Qin Chulai stood silently in the ashes of a certain corpse that had been burned to the point that only a piece of black bone remained.

The Taoist bowed.

In the final analysis, after all, this is the existence of his former uncle.

The Taoist who had not disappeared from the snow sweeping sword between his eyebrows looked around the view, and everything was only left with ruins and broken walls, which also represented that Qingtian Dao should completely draw a clear relationship with the original wind and rain story.

It's just that.

The Taoist stood there stunned.

Of course, Baiguan was burned down, and nothing was left.

Just why are there only eighteen?

What about the other one?

It took a long time for Qin Chulai to finally stumble away from this land of white views.

When I returned to the temple, I found that the white jade ballad who should have gone back to the mountain rumor residence was still stopped on the path of the view, and was quietly watching the Taoist temples like cyan dwarf bamboo in the mountains.

"You saw that too?"

The voice of Bai Yuyu came from there.

Qin Chulai was silent for a while, and then said softly, "Yes." ”

The woman with a gentle tone looked at it quietly for a long time, and then said slowly: "Uncle Shi's death, of course, is not without reason. ”

Qin Chulai stood there silently.

The woman in the plain skirt turned and walked in the direction of the mountain ballad.

"Find a way to find out if it's nineteen or eighteen."

Qin Chulai bowed and saluted.

"According to the word of the Lord."

When the Taoist stood up straight, such a woman had disappeared from the temple again, and in the distant forest, there was a Taoist who was very similar to Qin Chulai who was standing quietly there.