Hearing Le Chaotian's question, the Nine Stacks Sword Cultivator frowned slightly, looked at Le Chaotian and said, "What Daoist?" ”

Le Chaotian looked at this sword cultivator, and then said calmly: "Could it be that there are other Taoists in the mountain?" ”

The man was silent for a long time, and then said slowly: "Please also speak up to the Lord." ”

Le Chaotian looked at him for a long time, but said softly: "Maybe you don't know, but naturally someone knows." ”

It's just that the mountains are full of clouds and mist, but no one answers such a question.

Le Chaotian waited quietly for a long time, stepped on the mountain road with his sword, continued to go up, and said calmly: "Then I'll find it myself." ”

Although the nine-fold white-haired sword cultivator looked pale, his figure still flickered, and he appeared in front of the mountain road, and the horizontal sword stopped Le Chaotian, and said in a deep voice: "Don't deceive people too much. ”

Le Chaotian said calmly: "How can you deceive people too much? ”

The man said slowly: "If the sect master insists on going his own way and wants to step into your view of mountains and rivers, how will the master feel?" ”

Le Chaotian smiled and said, "Then I can't ask for it, it just so happens that I can't find it all over the world, so why not see it?" ”

The Nine Stacks fell silent.

Le Chaotian smiled, looked at him and said, "You should also know where the current situation in the world comes from, the whole world knows that there is a great suspicion in your Liuyun Sword Sect, so why hide it?" ”

That sword cultivator just stood with a horizontal sword.

"This is an internal matter of my Liuyun Sword Sect."

Le Chaotian just sneered and said, "When I asked that question, the mountains were silent, do you think you can handle it internally in the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect?" If it can really be handled, Qingshan went up the mountain to kill people in March, why until May, there is still a dead silence within the Sword Sect, and even Cheng Lu, a disciple of the Sword Sect, is forced to live in the world and cannot return to the mountain? ”

Such a Taoist may indeed be wandering around the world, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't know many things.

What else did the Nine Stacks Sword Cultivator want to insist on, but in the clouds and green mountains, there were many Taoist texts that began to circulate, and the sword cultivators clenched the swords in their hands, and then they were quite helpless.

After all, the man sighed, the sword in his hand fell, and looked at Le Chaotian, who was about to do something if he didn't agree with each other on the mountain road, and said slowly: "Let the people of the River Sect leave the Liuyun Mountain Range, I know what the Mountain and River Sect is thinking, but among the Sword Sect, there are many disciples who are innocent, and the move of the River Sect will not help after all." ”

Le Chaotian was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Okay." ”

The sword cultivator moved out of the way behind him and said slowly, "Lord, please." ”

Le Chaotian was about to go up, but there was a sudden flickering of sword light in the clouds, and the sword in the hand of the Nine Stacks Sword Cultivator was instantly unsheathed and surrounded his body.

It's just that those sword lights didn't come towards the two of them, but instead swept through the clouds and mist, went straight into the sky, and then disappeared.

Le Chaotian looked at those sword cultivators who were standing with swords, and there were three Sword Pavilion white-haired sword cultivators in the crowd who didn't know where to go.

The nine-fold sword correction wanted to catch up, but Le Chaotian stretched out his hand to stop him, and said calmly: "Don't worry about them, you can always find them in the future." ”

The Taoist who flashed in the clouds and mist was naturally the most important.

It's just that Le Chaotian raised his legs, but he suddenly raised his eyebrows, and then pulled out the butterfly love flower in his hand, turned around and slashed down towards the bottom of the mountain road with a sword.

The clouds and mist of the mountain were instantly cut away by a sword.

Such an unfamiliar sword went straight over such a mountain road and fell under the floating cloud platform.

The white-haired sword cultivator named Nangong Shen first appeared in front of Lu Xiaosan, but he was directly slashed down the mountain by a sword full of mountains and seas, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Le Chaotian looked at Lu Xiaosan and Songguo, who were pale and frightened in the clouds and mist that were gradually reconverging, and then looked back at the nine-stacked sword cultivator, sent the butterfly love flower into the sheath, and said softly: "It seems that there are indeed people in the Liuyun Sword Sect who hope that the mountain and river view will not die with you. ”

The nine-fold sword cultivator was silent for a long time, but he just stood on the side of the road and saluted with his sword in his arms, and said nothing.

It wasn't until Le Chaotian walked towards the mountain that the sword cultivator quietly looked around at the group of sword cultivators, and then fell to the disciples of his sword pavilion, and said in a cold voice: "Go and find Nangong Shen back." ”

The disciples swept away with their swords.

Then the sword cultivator followed in Le Chaotian's footsteps and headed towards the mountain.

The history of the Liuyun Sword Sect for thousands of years is still better than those Dao Sect cultivation places, and it is only when you go to a high place that you can get a glimpse of the prosperity and enormity of such a Sword Sect.

Many sword pavilions and sword flats stand in the mountains, and there are high cliff suspension cables that connect many green mountains together.

The snow and mist are curling, the clouds are surging, and sometimes there are disciples who walk in the flowing clouds, and there is a great sense of immortal mountain.

Le Chaotian naturally came to such a place for the first time inside the Sword Sect, and when he saw this scene at this time, even if he was a master of mountains and rivers, he was quite emotional.

"What a Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, compared to here, it looks like a remote place in the mountains."

In fact, the vast majority of the many cultivation places in the world are probably like playing like a family compared to the Liuyun Sword Sect.

The sword cultivator named Xu Xingcang didn't say much, just stood there quietly, as if he didn't want to mention these things.

After all, no matter how majestic the Sword Sect was, it couldn't hide the fact that they couldn't stop such a Taoist.

The more majestic it is, the more it is lined with the goodness of places like the view of mountains and rivers.

"What kind of Taoist is the Lord looking for?"

Le Chaotian didn't continue to talk about this matter, but said calmly: "When I went up the mountain, I saw a Taoist person flashing in the clouds. ”

Hearing this, Xu Xingcang became more and more puzzled.

"How can there be a Daoist in the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect?"

Le Chaotian turned his head to look at this nine-fold white-haired sword cultivator, looking at those looks, it really didn't seem to be fake, but he said calmly: "Maybe it's time to ask Chen Yunxi's senior." ”

Xu Xingcang fell silent, and the two of them stood on the edge of the sword flat, looking at the many disciples coming and going in the mountain.

After a long time, this sword cultivator said slowly: "How do you plan to find it?" ”

Le Chaotian said calmly: "I naturally have many ways to find it, such as bringing the entire Sword Sect into the mountains and seas, but this will inevitably cause many feuds between the Sword Sect and the Dao Sect." So it's probably better to be softer. ”

Xu Xingcang looked at this Taoist, was silent for a while, and then said, "Please." ”

Le Chaotian raised his head and quietly looked at this misty Sword Sect, and then his gaze stopped on a rather tall and strange mountain peak.

"How about going there?"

Xu Xingcang looked at the Qingfeng and said softly: "That is the Tai Sui Pavilion, the place where the sect masters of the past dynasties rest, if you don't enter the peak, you can do it." ”

"Then I'm not at the top."

Le Chaotian said calmly, and then walked towards the green peak.

Xu Xingcang was about to follow, but suddenly realized that something was wrong, suddenly looked back behind him, and then his eyes widened in extreme panic.

The young Daoist was still standing there, looking at Xu Xingcang with a slight smile, and then turned his head to look at another peak.

"What about there?"

Xu Xingcang looked at it in a daze for a long time before he said slowly: "That's the place to ask the Sword Pavilion, the inner disciple to ask the sword to be promoted, you can go up.... Peak. ”

Le Chaotian nodded, and then raised his legs and walked towards that place.

And there is still a happy sky in the same place.

Xu Xingcang finally reacted at this point, looked at Le Chaotian and said in a deep voice: "It turns out that the viewer is not a human? ”

No matter how you hear it, it sounds like a curse.

Le Chaotian just laughed softly and said, "No one has ever said that I am human. ”

"It doesn't look like it's going to be a demon."

"Yes."

Xu Xingcang looked at the figures of the Taoists who were going up the peak in the clouds, and then sighed for a long time.

"No wonder the Lord once said that the Tao gave birth to me, not me. is neither human nor demon, it turns out that the Lord is a vein of the human spirit. ”

Le Chaotian didn't say any more, just looked at another Sword Sect cliff, and then turned away again.

Xu Xingcang stood there for a long time.

The world has not yet figured out the affairs of the demon race in the world, and the world naturally knows even less about the race that is temporarily named the spirit that is bred from such a derivative race.

In the flowing clouds, there were gradually many Daoists holding their swords and leaving, and then staying on those green peaks.

Xu Xingcang watched there silently, and at this time, there were finally only some clouds and mist left beside him.

It's just that the mind of such a sword cultivator probably didn't stop at the Sword Sect, how could there be a mysterious Taoist thing.

Xu Xingcang turned his head and looked over the clouds and mist, and looked at a high cliff somewhere in the world.

As we all know, Qiushui is a demon.

So what is the current cliff master?

Therefore, Gu Chu spirituality may not be true spirituality, but it is only the honorific title of the king of the way of witches and ghosts.

Xu Xingcang was silent for a long time.

But suddenly there was a sound of the harp all over the ground.

Countless sword cultivators in the mountains all looked up at those Qingfeng in shock.

Xu Xingcang also looked up, between the clouds and mist of heaven and earth, countless Taoist texts gradually rose, and then turned into a drizzle, falling towards this world with the sound of the piano.

This sword cultivator raised his hand to catch a drop of rain, which was full of heaven and earth vitality, but it was extremely soft—as Le Chaotian said, this was a gentle way not to cause Dao Sword enmity.

It's just this way, how can you find such a Taoist in such a vast Sword Sect and many sword cultivation disciples?

Xu Xingcang was about to disperse the raindrops in his hand, but the next moment, the sword in his other hand suddenly began to sound softly.

This sword cultivator suddenly raised his head and looked at the Daoist on the top of the green peak somewhere.

When those sword sounds sounded, Xu Xingcang was faintly aware of his connection with the sword, as if it had weakened a little, even if those sword sounds suppressed him with sword intent, they could not be stopped.

The countless sword sounds in the green mountains and clouds, like some musical instruments, gradually merged with those qin sounds, turning into some rather harmonious tunes.

Le Chaotian sat in His Excellency Tai Sui, with a piano on his lap, but suddenly remembered the things that Lu Xiaosan often said.

The Taoist smiled slightly.

Of course, Le Chaotian is making tunes.

And, get it all right.

So the song was wrong, and Le Lang Gu.

In the harmony of all kinds of sword sounds, there is an extremely faint Dao sound miscellaneous tone overflowing in the green mountains and clouds.

The moment he heard this sound, Le Chaotian suddenly pressed the piano on his knees, and suddenly turned his head to look at that place.

It was Night Rain Cliff.

There was a sword correction on the cliff holding the sword there, looking up at Le Chaotian, so at this moment, the two looked at each other.

Under the robe of the Liuyun disciple who didn't fit well, there was a Dao robe looming in the wind and rain clouds.

Seeing that Le Chaotian was looking over, the strange sword cultivator didn't panic, just calmly threw the sword in his hand down the cliff, and then laughed softly.

This smile may or may not have some deep meaning.

However, Le Chaotian seemed to have seen something incredible, and suddenly fell silent.

It was also at this moment that the sword cultivator suddenly turned around and jumped down towards the Night Rain Cliff.

There was a sword light that came suddenly, but it was only nailed to that cliff and rock.

It was Xu Xingcang's sword.

The moment this sword cultivator turned his head in Le Chaotian, the sword in his hand was suddenly unsheathed and gone.

It's a pity that the world's mind is always faster than the hands and feet.

You have to see and hear before you can react.

After the sword cultivator wearing the robe of the Liuyun disciple fell under the cliff, Le Chaotian and Xu Xingcang's figure appeared on the cliff together, Xu Xingcang raised his hand and pulled out the sword, looked down, the night rain pavilion under the cliff was silent in the high cliff stream, but the figure of such a disciple was gone.

Or or.

In fact, such a sword cultivator knew where the mysterious Daoist had gone.

Le Chaotian turned his head to look at Xu Xingcang, who turned pale in an instant, and said calmly: "Where is it after the Night Rain Cliff?" ”

Xu Xingcang was silent for a long time, and then turned his head to look at the extremely deep cloud mist of the Liuyun Sword Sect.

"Liuyun Peak."

There is no need to ask for such a name, just looking at Xu Xingcang's face, naturally many things are clear.

Le Chaotian lowered his head and quietly looked at the pavilion under the stream that stood quietly in the rain, and then said softly: "So in fact, I still have to ask the sword." ”

Xu Xingcang was silent for a long time, then looked at Le Chaotian on the side and said, "So what did the viewer see?" ”

At that moment, many eyes cast on the Night Rain Cliff were full of surprise, and Xu Xingcang naturally saw it in his eyes.

Le Chaotian was silent for a while, and said calmly: "An old man." ”

Xu Xingcang looked at Le Chaotian in a daze.

The latter continued: "Or, rather, the eyes of an old man. ”

Le Chaotian didn't say anything more, just looked down.

Xu Xingcang stood aside and said slowly: "Liuyun Pavilion can't enter, whether it's from here or to those clouds. ”

Le Chaotian looked at Xu Xingcang, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then how do you know?" ”

Xu Xingcang was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "When Ye Hanzhong died, he also disappeared under the Night Rain Cliff, and finally the corpse appeared on the side of Liuyun Pavilion, lying on the mountain road, as if he wanted to climb into those clouds. ”

Le Chaotian smiled softly and said, "Qingshan's punch is really good. ”

Ye Hanzhong died at the hands of Chen Qingshan, who had secretly infiltrated the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect.

Xu Xingcang naturally didn't want to mention this matter.

On the night when the sword light of the East China Sea overflowed into the world, they Sword Pavilion sword cultivators naturally didn't think that Chen Qingshan, the Taoist who claimed to be a little saint in the world, was really so bold.

Whether this matter is right or wrong, at least it is something that makes the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect lose face.

Xu Xingcang didn't speak, but Le Chaotian also jumped off the night rain cliff, stood in front of those buildings of the stream rain and rain, looked at it for a long time, and then the rhyme spread out.

It's just that as Xu Xingcang said, probably others really don't know how to get to Liuyun Peak from here.

Le Chaotian watched for a long time, and finally put away those mountain and sea rhymes, returned to the cliff, and then looked at Xu Xingcang.

"Where's Liuyun Cliff?"

Xu Xingcang didn't say anything, just took the sword and turned around and walked towards somewhere in the clouds.

Le Chaotian followed him very calmly.

This young Taoist may have a calm expression, but whether he is calm in his heart or not is naturally unknown.

Whether it was Fang Cai's extremely surprised glance or the butterfly love flower that was clenched tightly in his hand, he was probably talking about many things that were different from that calm look.

As those spiritual rains dissipated, these clouds and green mountains fell silent again, and many disciples looked at the Taoist who was walking with Xu Xingcang from a distance.

Naturally, people in the world only know Li Shanhe but do not know the joy of the sky.

How is it Lee, and how is it a mountain and river?

Probably the surname of the avenue is Li, and the name of the world is mountains and rivers.

It is said that the Tao gave birth to me.

The two walked on the suspension bridge between those green mountains, but Xu Xingcang asked a question.

"When did the Lord enter the Thirteen Stacks?"

Le Chaotian said calmly: "Before watching the sword in the East China Sea. ”

Xu Xingcang only asked such a question and did not continue.

In fact, whether Le Chaotian is thirteen or twelve, for Xu Xingcang, this is an impossible person to beat.

So it seems to be asking about the thirteen stacks, but in fact, it is asking about the spirit clan.

The fall apart of the Qingtian Dao was fifty years ago.

At that time, Xie Chaoyu was the most dazzling person in the new generation.

When the world talks about the events of the year, they often only mention Xie Chaoyu, and as for Li Shanhe and Bai Yuyu, they often appear as Xie Chaoyu's younger brother and sister.

However, fifty years have passed, and this young Taoist has already caught up with Xie Chaoyu's footsteps.

This may be what Xu Xingcang is most worried about.

The demon clan exchanges longevity for talent.

And what about these people from the Derivative Race?

Xu Xingcang thought silently for a long time, then stopped in front of a suspension bridge somewhere in front of him, looked back at Le Chaotian with a complicated expression, and said softly: "Ahead is Liuyun Peak, over the years, only Cheng Lu has ever entered, please be cautious." ”

Le Chaotian quietly looked at the green mountains that loomed after the clouds and mist, but looked at Xu Xingcang and said very sincerely.

"Thank you."

Xu Xingcang retreated with his sword towards the suspension bridge behind him, until he stopped at the cliff at the entrance of the suspension bridge.

Le Chaotian held the sword and slowly passed through those clouds and mist, heading towards the depths.

However, before he had gone far, this Daoist's expression changed, and he pointed in front of him, and countless Dao diplomas with the meaning of mountains and seas were born in the clouds and mist, and all of them were submerged in his body.

It's just that even so, the sword intent that suddenly came from the clouds and mist still staggered this Taoist backwards.

Le Chaotian's expression was cold, although he received a sword, there were countless mountains and rivers under his feet, and when he stepped forward, he went straight through the clouds and mist.

It's just that at the moment of passing through those clouds, this Taoist was suddenly stunned.

After the clouds, there is a green peak towering into the clouds.

There is a road in front of the peak, heading towards the mountain.

And on the cloud-filled hanging road, there was a white-haired sword cultivator, dressed in green clothes and blood, standing with a sword.

The sword had no name.

But the world knows what kind of sword it is.

Le Chaotian was still stunned.

The white-haired and green-clothed sword cultivator raised his head, his expression calm and indifferent.

"I heard you've been looking for me, Le Chaotian."