Some of the stories didn't happen.

When those Donghai sword cultivators appeared at the door of the restaurant and saw the white-haired sword cultivator, they left in silence.

Naturally, they didn't know Chen Yunxi.

There are not many people in the world who know Chen Yunxi.

Just because they don't know Chen Yunxi doesn't mean that they are stupid.

Such a sword cultivator sat there quietly, and there was an irrepressible and extremely fierce sword intent flowing around his body, and some things were naturally extremely obvious.

Of course, there are also people in the Great Dao Realm and the Cliff Lord Realm in the East China Sea, but they have probably never seen such a sword cultivator.

If it wasn't from the Human Sword Sect, then it would naturally be from the Liuyun Sword Sect.

In the face of such a high-level and profound sword cultivator, maybe he can indeed try to be reasonable, but it is probably not necessary.

After all, the man seemed to be just eating hot pot quietly, and there was no trouble, and the diners were scared away, so there was no way to do it.

Le Chaotian took Lu Xiaosan into the door, looked at the East China Sea Sword Cultivators who turned around after a glance, and then looked at the shopkeeper who was helpless at the door.

The Taoist sighed and said, "Or shall we go upstairs to eat?" ”

Chen Yunxi sat there quietly, looking at the pot on the table in front of him for a long time, and then said calmly: "Yes, but ....."

Le Chaotian frowned and looked at Chen Yunxi, he really didn't know what Chen Yunxi's pause after the sentence 'but' meant.

The white-haired and green-clothed sword cultivator quietly looked at the ancient sword in front of him, and then said softly, "I need you to help me get these things." ”

Le Chaotian's gaze fell on the sword, and then on Chen Yunxi's white hair and blood.

Seems to understand something.

"It's no wonder that when I was in the Liuyun Sword Pavilion, the predecessors only produced one sword, and it turned out that it really couldn't support it."

Le Chaotian looked at the sword on Chen Yunxi's knee in amazement.

Chen Yunxi raised his eyebrows and said, "Why don't you try it?" ”

Le Chaotian said sincerely: "I can't do it, my predecessors can't bear this kind of sword intent, how can I do it?" But I'm curious, why is such a sword not supposed to have sword intent to escape, why is it the way it is now? ”

Chen Yunxi was silent for a while, and said slowly: "Because senior brother is also a human being after all. ”

At the beginning, on the side of Huaidu, the young man in green clothes called the sword back from Qiushui and handed it to Chen Yunxi, allowing him to play it with his own sword intent and the sword intent on the sword, which naturally led to the escape of some sword intent.

Le Chaotian smiled a little gloatingly, looked at the white-haired sword cultivator and said proudly like a teenager: "I see, it seems that the senior doesn't like you very much, but he likes me very much." ”

Chen Yunxi looked at Le Chaotian quietly and said, "So what? ”

Le Chaotian restrained his smile.

"It's nothing, I'll help you carry the hot pot."

Lu Xiaosan and Songguo on the side were standing there honestly, after all, even Le Chaotian was like this, and naturally the people in front of them could not afford to offend. At this time, seeing Le Chaotian walking forward and reaching out to pick up the hot pot, the two of them also silently ran to help pick up those dishes and the like.

The shopkeeper at the door looked at this Taoist who was just passing by with gratitude.

Chen Yunxi sat there quietly, until Le Chaotian and a few people emptied the table, then lowered his head, quietly looked at the sword across his thigh, raised his hand and held the sword body, but with such a simple action, cracks began to appear continuously, and countless sword marks wandered between the lips, teeth and pupils of the white hair and green clothes.

Le Chaotian stood on the top of the stairs upstairs, looking at that Liuyun Sword Cultivator in amazement.

"What a Chen Yunxi."

After Tsing Yi, only a few people have ever touched such a sword.

One is the previous generation - to be precise, after the death of the autumn water, it should be the former former generation of the cliff master, the red cloth, who drew his sword in the river Styx, stopped the water of the river Styx that flowed backwards to the world, and then died in the river Styx.

The other is the first sword in the world that year with Chen Yunxi, who was as famous as Chen Yunxi, drew his sword for 490,000 miles in the East China Sea, and died with the demon ancestor.

Although Chen Yunxi never drew his sword, he also used his own sword intent as his hand to pluck such a sword.

Under the suppression of such sword intent, this sword cultivator can still walk in the world, which is naturally an extremely shocking thing.

Chen Yunxi held such a simple sword, as if he was holding the whole world, and walked towards the second floor of the restaurant step by step with heavy steps.

Le Chaotian and they have already cleaned up their positions by the window.

Chen Yunxi looked at the three of them and said thank you seriously.

Le Chaotian looked at Chen Yunxi and said sincerely: "Seniors don't need to say thank you, I hope that seniors can draw their swords and face each other." ”

This Taoist man's face was full of sincerity.

"At least I look like a good person."

Chen Yunxi slowly sat down by the window, let go of the sword in his hand, and put it on his lap. The wandering sword marks in his eyes finally slowly dissipated, but the corners of his lips were a little bloody, and the white-haired sword cultivator wiped them indifferently, and then looked at Le Chaotian and said, "Good people and bad people, is it really so important?" ”

Le Chaotian picked up a piece of cabbage and put it in the pot, Lu Xiaosan sighed and thought, Uncle Shi really likes to blanch cabbage like this.

This Taoist looked at the floating vegetable leaves in the red soup and said softly: "I am different from my predecessors, my predecessors are probably really alienated from the world, but I live in the world, live in the world, of course, I have to care about the good people or the bad people." ”

Chen Yunxi looked at the Taoist quietly, and Lu Xiaosan on the side asked this sword cultivator with some caution.

"Can I take the next meatball?"

Even Le Chaotian looked at it a little helplessly.

Say that the boy is not careful, he still knows to ask.

Say he's cautious, he really dares to ask.

But fortunately, Chen Yunxi didn't care, just nodded and said, "You can eat whatever you want, don't ask me." ”

Lu Xiaosan breathed a sigh of relief, and then sandwiched a meatball and carefully placed it in the pot.

The pine cones, who were sitting side by side on the bench, leaned over and whispered, "Aren't you unable to eat?" ”

Lu Xiaosan said seriously: "The grass is not eaten yet." ”

Only then did Songguo remember that the little boy had brought back a little earth dog this time.

Le Chaotian was silent.

Chen Yunxi looked at Lu Xiaosan with a strange expression, and then looked at the little earth dog who was holding his front legs on the table and sticking out his tongue and looking at the pot.

"He called grass fireflies?"

Lu Xiaosan looked at Chen Yunxi and said cautiously, "Isn't it?" ”

Chen Yunxi was also a little silent, looked at Lu Xiaosan for a long time, and silently turned his head and looked at Le Chaotian.

"You're a junior?"

Le Chaotian flatly denied it.

"It's irrelevant."

Lu Xiaosan's eyes widened instantly, and he looked at Le Chaotian in surprise and disappointment.

"Uncle Shi, how can you be like this... Uh-huh..."

The pine cone quickly covered the young man's mouth.

Chen Yunxi smiled softly, this smile had some warmth like jade, and said: "Very interesting young man, do you want to be my disciple?" ”

Even Le Chaotian looked at Chen Yunxi in surprise.

Although there are many disciples in the Liuyun Sword Sect, among the three swords, the one with the most disciples is actually Cong Blade, not such a white-haired sword cultivator that not many people in the world have ever seen.

Songuo was also a little shocked and let go of the hand covering Lu Xiaosan's babbling mouth.

Lu Xiaosan looked at Chen Yunxi in surprise and said, "Seniors are not joking? ”

Le Chaotian frowned.

Chen Yunxi just smiled faintly and said, "No kidding. ”

It's just that the little boy sighed, and then said very sincerely: "Forget it." ”

Chen Yunxi looked at the gourd behind Lu Xiaosan, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Why?" ”

This young man from Lingnan, who was always babbling as if he didn't know anything, looked at Chen Yunxi.

"Rather than being a shady rat that needs to hide in the world, I actually prefer to be a dirt dog rolling in the sun in the grass."

When the little boy said this, the voice of the entire restaurant disappeared.

Songguo felt that he must have heard it wrong, but the sound of the hot pot soup that had disappeared for a while really returned to his ears, and the night wind in the world also blew the leisurely sound in Qingjiao City.

The Taoist self-cultivation week that came from the view of mountains and rivers and entered the thirteen stacks of mountains and rivers in the East China Sea began to ripple with endless mountains and seas.

Chen Yunxi glanced at Le Chaotian, who was obviously irrelevant, but here seemed to be able to do it at any time because of the young man's words, but he didn't care about anything, just looked back at Lu Xiaosan, and looked at the little boy who was not vaguely scolding him.

"You're right."

Chen Yunxi still smiled faintly, picked up a piece of beef that had been scalded with chopsticks, and chewed it calmly.

"It's certainly much better to be able to live in the sun than not to see the light of day."

"It's the right choice for a lot of thought."

......

In such a hot pot, the sword cultivator with a certain sword and cliff sword didn't do anything, even Le Chaotian, after the little boy intervened sideways and said something like that, he didn't say anything to Chen Yunxi.

The four of them ate hot pot quietly.

Until the dead of night, they went their separate ways.

Songguo looked at the sword cultivator who left with a sword in his hand in the night, dressed in green clothes and white hair falling in the night breeze of the lights of the long street, like winter snow and spring leaves.

After looking at it for a long time, I looked back at Lu Xiaosan, who was squatting on the side of the road and teasing the dog, and said in amazement: "Are you really not afraid of death?" ”

Lu Xiaosan held a few scalded balls in the hot pot and packed away, threw one to the little earth dog, stuffed a mouthful into his mouth, and said vaguely while eating: "I'm just a child, does he really want to worry about me?" ”

“......”

Although there is a saying in the cultivation world that the youth of the world is not deceived - even in all the stories, the person who summarized those rules into such an extremely concise sentence for the first time is Chen Yunxi, the complete version of this sentence is called not to deceive the youth of the world, and he has never heard from him since. It represents an attitude of the Taoist cultivation community thousands of years ago. Before the age of twenty-five, as a contemporary young person, he walked freely in the world, and then after twenty-five, he did not deceive the youth of the world, and since then he has been hidden in the mountains and forests.

It's just that no matter what, that's probably not what the little boy used it like this.

Le Chaotian didn't say anything, just stood there with a slight smile.

In fact, Le Chaotian is also a little afraid of death.

Before the little boy, it was actually this Taoist who opened the cavity first.

It is the so-called good guy bad guy talk.

Songguo looked at the uncle and nephew who were becoming more and more presumptuous helplessly, and suddenly had some doubts about whether following them was the right choice.

Chen Yunxi's figure gradually disappeared on the long street.

Le Chaotian looked at the little boy who was squatting there teasing the dog, but asked a serious question.

"If he, Chen Yunxi, is the best person in the world, will you be his disciple?"

Lu Xiaosan said as a matter of course: "Does Uncle Shi think I look like a fool? That's Chen Yunxi. You can't even win, why don't I agree? When the time comes, I will fight against people and force you to give me money to eat hot pot every day. ”

“......”

Le Chaotian felt that he had asked a little too much, sighed melancholy, and walked slowly along the long street.

In June, the small town of the East China Sea has a pleasant night breeze.

If the wind is too cold and you want to eat hot pot, and if the water is too cold and you die tomorrow, it is naturally the same lie.

It's nothing more than wanting to eat hot pot, it's just an excuse for not wanting to die.

Lu Xiaosan stood up and stuffed all the balls into his mouth, so angry that the little earth dog jumped around there, biting Lu Xiaosan's trouser leg and refusing to let go.

Lu Xiaogou dragged the little earth dog to keep up with Le Chaotian's steps.

"What did Uncle Shi say to your brother when he was there in that moon?"

Le Chaotian shook his head calmly and said, "This matter has nothing to do with you. ”

Lu Xiaosan sighed, and then remembered what happened in the meadow in the afternoon, and continued to ask: "So is there a pot that big in the East China Sea?" ”

Le Chaotian looked back at the little boy and said in surprise: "Why don't you ask if there is such a big fish?" ”

Lu Xiaosan said very seriously: "Because I know if there is such a big fish, there may not be such a big pot, but if there is such a big pot, there must be such a big fish, otherwise what do you want such a big pot for?" ”

This makes a lot of sense.

Le Chaotian thought about it very seriously, and then said sincerely: "I don't know, this is a story in the Hangu Guan Taoist Classic, you may need to ask a senior named Zhuang Sheng to know." ”

Lu Xiaosan sighed with some regret.

After all, the Sword Grinding Cliff is almost finished, let alone such an ancient Taoist temple that has disappeared for thousands of years.

The little boy walked on the long street in the city, but he also thought about it again.

"If I can turn the entire East China Sea into a big hot pot, Uncle Shi, how many years do you think it will take us to eat it all?"

The pine cone on the side was suddenly speechless, she thought that it was outrageous enough that she wanted to eat a bite of the moon, but she didn't expect that someone was more brave than herself, and actually tried to eat the East China Sea in vain.

The Taoist did not answer, but quietly stopped on the long street in front of him.

Lu Xiaosan and Songguo looked at Le Chaotian's gaze, and the little boy's gaze instantly became surprised.

At the corner of the long street, there was a blindfolded white-clothed sword cultivator standing quietly with a scabbard in his arms, and above his head was a lantern hanging under the eaves, quietly sprinkling a red light like blood.

The scabbard was empty, and the sword didn't know where.

Lu Xiaosan suddenly raised his head and looked at the vast night dome of the East China Sea.

In the night, an incandescent light suddenly came, and then fell into the hands of such a sword cultivator.

Lu Xiaosan looked at the white-clothed sword cultivator in a daze.

Of course he knew the man.

Even if the current person has a strip of cloth on his eyes, which is not very clean.

That person's name is Zhang Xiaoyu.

When he was in Lingnan, this sword cultivator once came in a winter snow, a winter snow with a lot of blood, and had a hot pot with them in a small building in the canyon.

He didn't know why such a sword cultivator suddenly became blind and suddenly appeared here.

So Lu Xiaosan looked up at Le Chaotian, who was standing quietly on the side.

This Taoist man's expression was calm, but in those clean and gentle eyes, there were some extremely obscure and complex looks.

The white-clothed sword cultivator who was leaning on the corner of the long street held his sword, and the sword was blood-colored, like some inferior red paint, and it looked very mottled and ugly.

Perhaps it was the sound of blood flowing on the sword that was heard in the wind, thus outlining an equally ugly picture with only lines and no color.

Zhang Xiaoyu calmly lifted the sword, wiping the blood on the sword in the crook of his arm.

"Canglang Sword Sect, Zhu Shrimp, Four Stacks of Cliffs Master Sword Cultivator."

This white-clothed sword cultivator was very serious and said to himself word by word.

"This is the thirteenth East China Sea Sword Cultivator."

Lu Xiaosan looked at the sword cultivator very blankly, not knowing what he was talking about.

It wasn't until Zhang Xiaoyu finished wiping the sword that he put the sword into the sheath, and then turned his head to look at the three people parked in the long street, and said that calmly.

"I'm ..... now"

The white-clothed sword cultivator seemed to be smiling, and his words seemed to be amazed, like chanting.

"Kill more people than you do, Master."

Whether it was Lu Xiaosan or Songguo, they were all standing there in a daze, looking at the white-clothed sword cultivator, and also at the Taoist who was standing quietly.

A night breeze came, blowing their robes.

It's all the same.

They are, the mountains and rivers sit together, the wind and me.

With such a sentence, perhaps a certain teenager can understand it better.

Of course, life is a lonely place, even if you have love, it is the same.

In the vast mountains and rivers, the only things that sit with me are the winds that blow through my ears.

Perhaps no one knows what kind of mood such a young Taoist with a gentle tone and a clear smile had back then, and used such a self-proclaimed poem as a sermon on top of the Taoist robe.

Or maybe the white-clothed sword cultivator who was standing against the wall on the street corner would have understood.

So when he spat out those words with great calmness.

This Taoist, who has always been gentle and indifferent, as if he is really just a person who makes tunes, finally turned ugly.

Lu Xiaosan felt that some moss was moving up along Le Chaotian's slightly squirming Adam's apple, crawling over his lips and teeth, and covering his eyes.

It was a look of extreme anger.

Then it turned into two cold words and fell on this long street.

"Criminals!"

The smile on Zhang Xiaoyu's face also disappeared, and he responded to his master very calmly.

"Aren't you?"