It is no longer known whether Bai Fengyu looked at his three proud disciples and said such two words back then.

But it is undeniable that in that story fifty years ago, this Taoist called Le Chaotian did do some not very glorious things.

The young sword cultivator who was blindfolded with the corner of his bloody white robe stood there calmly, facing his master, and after saying such a sentence, aren't you, the corners of his lips hooked up with a faint smile.

"Before criticizing others, Master, I think people in the world should always reflect on themselves to see if they are qualified, to judge the choices of others, and to rebuke others for their rights and wrongs."

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled ironically, holding his mountain and river sword.

"After all, from a certain point of view, the disciple is just passing on some of the master's temperaments more vigorously. This is true for me, and so is for my brother. There are so many Taoist temples in the world, why do the people only say that brothers and brothers worship mountains and rivers? Master, this is a question that you should think about well. ”

The young man, but the Taoist who came out of the story of the confessional wind and rain, seemed to stand there speechless, saying nothing.

Lu Xiaosan didn't dare to look at his face again.

When Zhang Xiaoyu's words of master sounded on the long street of this small city in the East China Sea, the little boy naturally already knew a lot of things.

The white-clothed sword cultivator seemed to be looking at the silent little sword cultivator on the side.

"Let me tell you a story, Lu Xiaosan."

Of course, Zhang Xiaoyu remembered the name of such a young man, even if only some outlines were left now that relied on the sound of the wind.

"Back then, I had a master who learned to change the hexagram with one hand, so the years changed the hexagram, and a sword came, seriously injuring a certain ancestor called Bai Fengyu, but at that time, the Qingtian Dao was still not in the midst of civil strife, until this uncle of yours and my master - of course, he has a more well-known name in the world......"

The white-clothed sword cultivator didn't finish his words before he was interrupted by this little boy.

"Shut up!"

Lu Xiaosan has always been very reckless, and recklessness is brave.

Even if this person was still wiping the blood on the sword, he said that he had killed another sword cultivator of the East China Sea Sword Sect.

But the boy drank him in great anger.

Songguo subconsciously grabbed Lu Xiaosan's arm, for fear that the little boy would rush forward and be beaten to death on the street.

It's just that Lu Xiaosan probably wouldn't be really stupid enough to fight with such a sword cultivator, he just stood there, angry but restrained looking at the white-clothed sword cultivator who had walked Lingnan in the wind and snow, and then deceived everyone.

"I have eyes, Zhang Xiaoyu. I'm just young, not stupid. You don't talk nonsense here! ”

Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled softly: "What you see, it must be right?" At the beginning, you also called me uncle, Lu Xiaosan. ”

Lu Xiaosan fell silent.

The little boy was not speechless.

There were just so many things that he didn't know what to say.

It was after a long silence that this Lingnan little sword cultivator finally opened his mouth and asked a question.

"Do you like hot pot?"

Zhang Xiaoyu quietly looked at the three people who still had the smell of hot pot on their bodies, in the eyes of people without eyes, in the impression brought by the sound of the wind rather than the color, such a taste was even stronger.

"General."

For such a white-clothed sword cultivator, probably the sugar and oil baba outside the Sword Sect and the iron plate tofu in some streets and alleys are even more fascinating.

Lu Xiaosan seemed to have finally found a reason to fight back, took a step forward, and said proudly: "How can a person who likes to eat hot pot be a bad person?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu probably didn't think that the little boy would have such an idea, raised his eyebrows and said, "The sword cultivator senior named Chen Yunxi is also eating hot pot. ”

"But he doesn't like it, he sits too upright, eats meticulously, but he can't even grasp the time to blanch beef."

Lu Xiaosan said very seriously.

"The piece of beef he ate was older than the soles of my shoes."

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled softly and said, "What if I also like to eat hot pot?" ”

Lu Xiaosan sneered and said, "But do you really like to eat?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "I really don't like it very much, because such things are time-consuming and laborious, maybe you are a little right, a person who is willing to waste time on such trivial things is probably indeed full of love for life." ”

Lu Xiaosan's eyes lit up, he didn't expect that Zhang Xiaoyu would say what he found difficult to express.

It's just that what the white-clothed sword cultivator said next also made him silent.

"Love is certainly praised, but what is done for love is not. Loyalty is also praised, but neither is what is done for loyalty. There is a goddess in the south of the world, do you say she doesn't love the world? Not necessarily, of course, but she wants the world to live in the prison of gods and ghosts. I, Zhang Xiaoyu, may not have the things I love, but can you say that what I do is right? ”

Of course not.

Of course, Lu Xiaosan said that he couldn't win against them.

Maybe it's like the things that a person called Wang Xiaoer and Qing Xiang said at the door of a noodle restaurant in a certain town.

People who do bad things often say things in a reasonable way.

Non-generosity is not enough to make a statement.

But so what?

After all, the prime minister became Huai'an's anti-thief.

Zhang Xiaoyu is lighting a fire in the world.

Le Chaotian, who had been silently looking at the white-clothed sword cultivator, finally opened his mouth at this point.

"So what do you want to say?"

This Taoist's expression has calmed down, just like watching the mountains and rivers and playing the piano in the past.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at his master quietly, and then said calmly, "I thought you would be proud of me. ”

"This is impossible and unrealistic, Zhang Xiaoyu." Le Chaotian said lightly, "Even if the deeds are similar, after all, what we do is never the same thing." ”

"Killing for the sake of so-called love, and killing for my own despicability, is the former more noble for the person who was killed?"

Zhang Xiaoyu said sarcastically.

Le Chaotian calmly hung his hands and stood in the night long street of the small city of the East China Sea.

"But at least I have a conscience, and I'm still a saint."

Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't stop smiling and said, "Yes, yes, the great sage Li Shanhe, the little sage Chen Qingshan, and the people that Hezong has killed over the years turned out to be heinous people. ”

Le Chaotian just turned around calmly, took Lu Xiaosan and Songguo, and went in the opposite direction.

"You've become a sword carried away by anger, Zhang Xiaoyu."

The white-clothed sword cultivator, who had been calmly sneering and seemed to be standing there without care, instantly became angry the moment this Daoist turned to leave.

"I am the most wicked man in the world! Why don't you do it? You've already entered the thirteen stacks by the East China Sea, why don't you do it? ”

Le Chaotian said without looking back: "Chen Yunxi is in Qingjiao City, why should I move many times?" Not to mention ......"

The Taoist paused slightly, and said with great calm and indifference: "In the past ten years, I have been deeply gracious, and you are no longer my disciple, Zhang Xiaoyu. ”

This is a song sung by this Taoist who stroked the piano after hearing the story of a certain sword cultivator in the East China Sea in the small building.

It's like a prophecy.

It seems that such a Taoist can always faintly see some stories after the snowstorm.

There was a sword roaring in the long street of the world.

The sword light that came from the sheath fell directly to the little boy with the gourd on his back.

Le Chaotian didn't seem to hear it, so he let that sword come suddenly.

It's just that in the next moment, the white-clothed man holding the sword scabbard lowered his head and quietly looked at the Taoist robe under his white clothes.

The sword intent and Dao Yun diffused together, like a starlight firework that fell down.

The sword fell down the long street with a loud sound.

And those sermons didn't go back to the white-clothed sword cultivator's robe.

Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head, looking at the wind, which was empty and empty by a certain Taoist who peeled off the corners of Daowen's robe, as if he had been silent for a long time, and then laughed softly, quite tremblingly.

"So you're serious."

......

The white-clothed sword cultivator who didn't say anything more picked up his sword, looked at the direction of a certain Taoist for a long time, and then calmly walked in the direction where another sword cultivator left.

When Zhang Xiaoyu saw the white-haired and green-clothed sword cultivator who was walking with a sword and a sword mark wandering, he was in an alley in Qingjiao City.

This fifteen-stack, which can be called the highest person in the realm of the world today, rests there against the bright moon.

Zhang Xiaoyu quietly looked at the most mysterious last sword among the three swords for a long time, and then said softly: "That day in the mountains and forests, that figure is a senior?" ”

Chen Yunxi turned back with great difficulty, such an action should have been extremely simple, but for Chen Yunxi now, it was extremely painful, and some of the sword intent on the sword in his hand was stimulated and escaped, making him feel like a burden in the world, like an abyss, and like walking on thin ice.

"Yes."

Chen Yunxi said very calmly.

In the Hanging Snow Town, this white-clothed sword cultivator received a sword from Xie Chunxue, and when he fled, the wind once outlined a figure.

The figure seemed to be very sad and said that you can really go on?

So Zhang Xiaoyu looked down at the sword in his hand that was blown by the wind and whispered, "What can't you go on?" ”

Chen Yunxi stood there calmly, looked up at the round of Haoyue, which seemed to be pouring many subtle sword rays, and said lightly: "What if I tell you that what we are doing is indeed wrong for the world? ”

This white-clothed sword cultivator looked at the appearance of the sword cultivator in front of him looking up at the moon, and also raised his head - but Zhang Xiaoyu did not see the moonlight in the world.

That kind of bright moon is too far away from the world, and the wind can't outline such a thing.

So he can only imagine that there is a cold moon and clear light, sparsely sprinkled on the world.

"So why did the seniors know that they were wrong, but still move forward?"

Chen Yunxi said calmly: "Because we are afraid of many things. He Li Shanhe is the anger in love, and we are the fear in fear, so many things, we have to be more decisive and ruthless. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu stood there in silence for a long time.

From a certain point of view, what Le Chaotian said is certainly reasonable.

Although Hezong and Chapter 19 are both killing, there is of course a difference between the two in essence.

It's just that for the world, whether he is a saint of conscience or not, of course, is not important.

Life and death are.

This white-clothed sword cultivator stood quietly in the alley for a long time, and then said slowly: "So what kind of truth is behind this?" ”

Chen Yunxi said calmly, "I thought you knew about the hypothesis of the human world that your master proposed back then. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "I don't know, maybe senior brother he knows." ”

Such a disciple of the Guanzong Sect was the first person to break away from the view of mountains and rivers.

Chen Yunxi didn't say anything, maybe he had rested enough, this sword cultivator held that sword again, and walked forward step by step.

Zhang Xiaoyu followed silently.

The two of them kept heading for the outside of such a small city in the East China Sea.

Until it stopped somewhere on the banks of a plain stream.

The white-haired sword cultivator slowly stopped, holding the sword and standing there quietly, looking down at a stream of bright moon, and the reflection of himself that was like a cloud of smoke.

Zhang Xiaoyu still stood there silently, just like Chen Yunxi, quietly looking at himself in the stream.

This picture, for some reason, suddenly reminded him of the story in a certain early snow on the other side of the Sword Cliff.

His own mountains and rivers were broken by Chen Qingshan's mountains and rivers.

So he fell, and landed in the cliff and snow stream.

At that time, Chen Qingshan just calmly followed a handful of blood that fell from his heart, and then he was about to flip his palm and drop the blood into the clear stream.

When Zhang Xiaoyu came back to his senses, he happened to hear the sound of a drop of liquid like water.

It was a drop of blood dripping from the sword cultivator's white hair next to him - as Chen Yunxi, who inherited such a sword intent with his body, his blood color was naturally inexhaustible, and those sword marks that wandered on his body brought new scars to such a sword cultivator's body all the time, so blood beads oozed out, stained with green clothes and white hair.

Zhang Xiaoyu's gaze retracted from Chen Yunxi, and then fell to the surface of the stream that was being broken by the dripping blood.

The bright moon shattered the stream, and so did the figures.

But Zhang Xiaoyu actually can't see such a picture.

It's just that the experience of his past life doesn't prevent him from imagining a lot of things.

People who are born blind are naturally different from people who are acquired blind.

Although Zhang Xiaoyu can't see the colors anymore, those colors have actually been in his mind all along.

Unless it takes a long time to forget that shade little by little.

Chen Yunxi's voice sounded very calmly on the side.

"So you understand?"

Zhang Xiaoyu held the Zhongshan River Sword in his arms, stood quietly on the bank of the stream, and said softly: "Maybe I understand." ”

Chen Yunxi didn't say anything more, turned around calmly, and continued to walk in the direction of Sword Cliff.

Zhang Xiaoyu quietly looked at the back of the white-haired sword cultivator, among the lines outlined by the wind, there were flying white hair, curly green clothes, and splashing blood and overflowing sword intent.

"Since the seniors have a sword in their hands, why don't they be more neat?"

Chen Yunxi stopped, stood calmly under the vast night sky, and said lightly: "We don't want to destroy the world, Zhang Xiaoyu. ”

This white-haired sword cultivator looked down at such a sword.

"When the sword is unsheathed, there is no room for maneuver in the world."

As if he had suddenly remembered something, this sword cultivator turned his head to look at the white-clothed sword cultivator and said, "After some stories are over, do me a favor." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu frowned and said, "What's the hurry?" ”

Chen Yunxi said calmly: "Kill your junior brother." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu stood there in a daze, and after a long silence, he didn't ask anything more, but said softly, "Okay." ”

Chen Yunxi walked away with his sword.

The white-clothed sword cultivator stood in silence by the stream for a long time.

Of course, Zhang Xiaoyu has many junior disciples, and many sword cultivators in the south have called him senior brother.

Even when he was in Lingnan, the Taoist named Le Chaotian called him senior brother.

But Zhang Xiaoyu knows very well that when the word junior and brother are not added with any prefix and explanation, there will naturally only be one person.

That's the boy named Nandao, who hides under an umbrella all day long.

The moonlight in June is cold, illuminating the world like a land of frost and snow.

The white-clothed sword cultivator who stood there quietly was even more like a plum in the snow - on the white clothes, there were many unwashed blood, outlining the branches and plum blossoms.

It's just that whether it's the plum in the blood, or the snow on the eyebrows.

Probably no one knows.

For some reason, Zhang Xiaoyu always felt as if he faintly heard some distant voices stroking the piano and singing.

Be.

In the past ten years, I have been deeply gracious, and I have been a mentor and friend in life. Ask life, is it so bleak?

He didn't know where the voices were coming from, so he looked around blankly.

It took a long time for Zhang Xiaoyu to finally remember.

It's in a long story.

In some view of the green hills.

There was a Taoist who was like that, tapping some musical instruments, sitting in the moonlight, and singing softly.

"I've been floating for a long time....."

At that time, the Taoists may indeed be singing about themselves.

It's just that.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't continue to think about it, but just let go of the sword in his arms.

The scabbard fell vertically, inserting into the wet and soft soil by the stream, and then countless sword intents flowed, and the cold light suddenly came out of the sheath, shooting into the sky like a moonlit stream.

The voice of the East China Sea Sword Cultivator came from the night sky with great anger.

"Zhang Xiaoyu, don't deceive people too much!"

Zhang Xiaoyu raised his head calmly and quietly looked at the trajectories of the many sword lights and sword intent outlined in the wind.

The mountain and river sword shot into it with extremely strong sword intent.

Those sword cultivators in the East China Sea may not have thought that the young man who had just entered the Great Dao at the beginning was already much taller and stronger than many of their sword cultivators in the East China Sea.

After all, if the talent is not good, how can he cultivate the art of mountain and river view and the way of sword intent so well at the same time before the age of twenty-five?

"I didn't deceive people too much."

Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly, raised his hand and pinched the trick in front of him, under the white clothes, the rhyme was like the sea, and the sword intent was like a cloud.

"It's just that you don't deceive the young of the world."

The same sentence naturally has many different interpretations.