Qing Xiang probably didn't think that he would see Chen Huaifeng with wind and rain sword intent in those broken green mountains in the place where Cong Blade died.

It's just that Chen Huaifeng, who once made Prime Minister feel extremely charming, is probably no longer charming now.

This sword cultivator sat at the foot of the green mountain, and the sword on his knee only had a scabbard left, but the sword did not know where it went.

Maybe it's in the world where the sword light swept by.

In fact, in this part of the East China Sea, the Qingshan world that was extremely shattered, there was also a lot of sword intent flowing horizontally—from the battle between Cong Blade and Kamigawa, and also from the aftermath of such a white-clothed sword cultivator.

If it is said that the world is a blue sky, then this land of broken green mountains is like a big lake.

As the light crosses the lake, it bounces.

The sword intended.

The same goes for swords.

When Qing Xiang saw the sword intent that had not been dispersed for a long time and Chen Huaifeng who was sitting under the green mountain, he instantly understood why Chen Huaifeng had stopped here for a long time.

After all, this is a scholar.

There is no reason why the gentlemen of the Academy of Mathematics and Science know something.

It's nothing more than hiding with the sword intent in this green mountain.

Chen Huaifeng had some old sword wounds on his body, some on his shoulders, some in his heart, and some of them, but he wiped the door of such a sword cultivator.

The sword travels thousands of miles, and for sword cultivation, it is natural to judge its starting point and landing point.

There is no doubt that the sword wounds of this sword cultivator came from one of his junior disciples.

So Chen Huaifeng hid in this green mountain.

As long as the trajectory was changed, then it would naturally be difficult for that white-clothed sword cultivator to judge Chen Huaifeng's specific location.

A sword without accuracy, no matter how fast it is, it is naturally fake.

The Taoist Mu Shaofeng, who was from a missing sect, stood beside Qing Xiang with a sigh.

"It turns out that those two really destroyed the East China Sea with their hands."

Qing Xiang withdrew his gaze from the sword cultivator who was sitting quietly with his eyes closed at the foot of the mountain, and looked at this ruined world, there were traces left by the unstoppable sword intent of those people in the world everywhere, and occasionally he could see some sword cultivators who were holding hope and trying to pick up the sword from the sword grinding cliff.

"Didn't Kanri watch it at the time?"

Mu Shaofeng said softly: "If there is a lack of a gate in the depths of the East China Sea, it is naturally difficult to see, not to mention, how can we see the battle of the three swords in the world?" ”

A certain Taoist from the mountain and river view came to see it, and he was almost slashed by Dao Hai with a sword.

Of course, some things are not something that can be seen just by looking at them.

"But that's something I can't understand."

The white-clothed scholar quietly watched this piece of sword intent flowing, and he could still bump into a residual sword intent at any time, thus cutting the sword intent of the demon body.

"Even if I don't believe in Kamigawa, I won't believe that Cong Blade, this bastard, will really be a person who doesn't care about life and death in the world."

Although Qing Xiang and Shenhe are both Huangliang Demons, the two have a very shallow relationship, but this scholar and Cong Jian have been in contact for thousands of years.

Mu Shaofeng didn't speak, just stood there quietly, watching the trajectory of those overflowing sword intent in such a broken world, as if trying to see something in the bush.

After all, this is a story of a long time, a story of time, not something that a person like him can understand.

Qing Xiang watched quietly for a long time, and then took a step towards the green mountain where such a sword cultivator died.

The sword cultivator who had been meditating with his eyes closed under the green mountain finally opened his eyes.

Chen Huaifeng was naturally taken aback when he saw the scholar coming towards this in the sword intent, stood up with the scabbard in his hand, looked at the Qing Xiang who was getting closer and closer, frowned and said, "Why did the dean come here?" ”

Qing Xiang sighed and looked at the robe full of elements on Chen Huaifeng's body, from the Human Sword Sect to the Qingtian Dao to the Liuyun Sword Sect.

This sword cultivator has almost stepped on all the thunder in the world.

The rest was stepped on by his junior brother.

"Cong Jian has been your master for twenty years, and I have been his friend for a thousand years, can't I come?"

Chen Huaifeng listened to Qing Xiang's words, but fell silent.

After all, this is indeed true.

Qing Xiang didn't say anything more with this sword cultivator, after all, the current story of the two of them doesn't have too much overlap. The scholar of this Hanging Courtyard just calmly walked along the severed green mountain with the Taoist who was missing a door, towards the top of the green mountain.

Chen Huaifeng looked at the back of Qing Xiang for a long time, but said softly: "I heard that the Hanging Courtyard is really going to fight with His Majesty?" ”

The prime minister paused slightly, and then said calmly: "Yes." ”

"Why?"

This sword cultivator didn't seem to understand this choice of Qing Xiang.

At the beginning, the story of Qing Xiang and Cong Jian by the river bridge, this sword cultivator who didn't know where to drink tea in the garden, naturally didn't know.

The white-clothed demon looked back at the sword cultivator at the foot of the green mountain, but said with a slight smile: "The Sword Sect is against it, and my academy is naturally the same against it." ”

This is actually a very scoundrel statement.

Do you have to die if someone else dies at birth?

Chen Huaifeng didn't say anything more, just stood up and walked towards the top of the green mountain with Qing Xiang.

Qing Xiang raised his eyebrows and looked at Chen Huaifeng.

"You don't care about your sword anymore?"

Chen Huaifeng said very seriously: "Swords come and go, after all, it will take some time, just to see what the dean wants to do here." ”

Qing Xiang said melancholy: "Chen Huaifeng, Chen Huaifeng, you are really not charming at all now, do you think I will have any invisible intentions against that bastard?" ”

Chen Huaifeng quietly walked towards the top of the green mountain and stood in front of the two.

"The dean can understand that Huaifeng is keeping filial piety for the master, and it is naturally rude to see it but not hear it."

Qing Xiang sighed and said, "Whatever you want." ”

Chen Huaifeng looked at the Taoist on the side again and saluted. The Taoists have nine stacks, looking at the entire cultivation world, they are all people with extremely high realms.

"This should be a senior who is missing a subject?"

The wooden wind is a very dignified return gift.

"Missing a door, wood shakes the wind."

Chen Huaifeng didn't say anything, just said calmly: "Please." ”

The word please, of course, does not mean please.

Just the meaning of please go up the mountain.

It is rude to come uninvited.

......

Qing Xiang stood quietly where Cong Blade stood with his sword in his hand, squinted his eyes, crossed the green mountain, and looked at a certain place where the sword mark and sword momentum were extremely distinct.

At the beginning, it was on such a green mountain that a certain human emperor held the square inch of the blade and performed such a unique skill of sharpening the sword cliff.

The meaning of hanging on a thread and deciding on a thought still exists today.

This Daomen overhaul who is only under the three views, standing on the top of such a green mountain, can still feel the sense of oppression brought by such a sword from the many deeds and meanings that remain in the world.

The sword stopped in front of the green mountain, or rather, in front of the place where Cong Blade stood.

The human line that Kamigawa has cast is naturally impossible to be stopped by the blade.

So, probably that night, there was a wine gourd in this world.

As a result, the momentum of that sword was intercepted and never really fell into this world.

As for the wooden wind from the missing door, he was extremely shocked to stand beside Qing Xiang.

Some things, seen with one's own eyes, are naturally different from hearsay.

Even if he knew that his own Guan Master was seriously injured because of the dispute between the two sword cultivators, he had to return to his cultivation.

It's just that when he really saw the traces of sword intent that existed here, he was still deeply in that panic.

It was a long time before Mu Shaofeng sighed very happily.

"Probably the world didn't know that in March of this year, they were really hanging by a thread and deciding on a single thought."

The prime minister said softly: "You must know that in the south at that time, it was the goddess who pulled the power of the Styx to the other side of Daze. The first line of the world has never been a sword style that should exist in the world. ”

Chen Huaifeng stood silently not far away—this position was originally the place where a sword cultivator named Zhang Xiaoyu was standing.

Of course, this sword cultivator may have stood on the top of such a green mountain many times later, looking at those sword marks and pondering.

There are many traces left in this world, not only sword intent, but also the power of witches and ghosts, and Tao rhyme.

It's just that all those things seem to be paving the way for the appearance of a blindfolded white-clothed sword cultivator.

It's like.

It's as if that's what fate is.

It is where Chen Huaifeng and Qing Xiang stand.

This is where Zhang Xiaoyu and Cong Jian stood at the beginning.

People stand in the footsteps of the past and think about many things with great sincerity.

However, it seems that until everything is settled, no one can gain anything from fate.

Just like Qing Xiang, he sighed in vain.

"Cong Blade, Cong Blade, you are indeed a bastard."

A man who was famous for his causal sword, proficient in the nine-character mantra and the way of witches and ghosts and the fate of Buddhism, but he didn't say anything, left the south with his sword in style, and died in the East China Sea without saying a word.

Of course, it can be said that he is a complete bastard.

Qing Xiang turned his head and looked at the sword cultivator who had been in this green mountain for a long time, and asked extremely sincerely, "What exactly does your master want to do?" ”

Chen Huaifeng was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "The dean doesn't know, how can I know?" ”

Qing Xiang sighed, turned and walked down the mountain.

"It seems that such a question can only be asked to Kamigawa."

Mu Shaofeng and Chen Huaifeng stood at the top of the mountain, looking at the figure quietly heading towards the south.

Kamigawa has returned to Huaidu, and the short-term wind and rain in Huaidu has calmed down quietly, that is, those sword cultivators of the Sword Sect in the world have not gotten anywhere.

The next story is naturally known to everyone.

Those who defend the rebels and the Hanging Courtyard in the south will face a reckoning from the north.

Of course, it is impossible for the prime minister to wander around the world for a long time.

Coming to the place where Cong Blade died to take a look is probably the last stop on this journey.

As the dean of the Hanging Academy, this scholar still has to return to the south after all, ready to meet his own story.

After walking a long way, Qing Xiang stopped, looked back at Chen Huaifeng, thought for a long time, and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he just sighed, didn't say anything, turned his head again, and left this green mountain without looking back.

The one called Mu Shaofeng, who came from a Taoist who lacked a door, also said goodbye to Chen Huaifeng, but the direction of going was a little different.

The wood shook the wind to the north, perhaps the purpose was the Qingtian Dao.

Chen Huaifeng stood on that hill for a long time, and then a sword light finally came back from the world and hovered in front of Chen Huaifeng.

The sword was clean and bloodless.

It's just that at the edge of the sword, there is an extremely sharp gap.

Chen Huaifeng quietly looked at the sword in front of him.

There is naturally a gap between the senior brother and the senior brother.

This sword cultivator, who used to drink wolfberry tea all day long, may also have to admit it.

It was becoming more and more difficult for him to catch up with the pace of such a white-clothed sword cultivator.

But, this is not supposed to happen.

Zhang Xiaoyu is almost six stacks.

Even if there really was a fish called Zhang Xiaoyu in the world, how could it be extremely fast in such a short period of time from the beginning of the Great Dao to the realm of the Six Stacks?

Of course, Chen Huaifeng also had a lot of things that he didn't say to that Bai Yiqing.

The sword cultivator with a storm and wind put away the sword in his hand, walked to the top of the green mountain, slowly sat down, and inserted the sword into the soil beside him, just like the top of the tomb mountain under the Tonggui monument.

"The answer to fate is actually in Zhang Xiaoyu."

This tall sword cultivator quietly looked at this green mountain world and whispered.

"Am I guessing right, Master?"

Chen Huaifeng is not convinced of such a speculation.

After all, such a sword cultivator didn't even know what the problem of fate was.

After a short period of pranayama, the sword beside such a sword cultivator once again dragged the sword light through those broken green mountain worlds, and he didn't know where to go.

......

That's what fate is, that's where I stand.

A certain white-clothed sword cultivator once said so sincerely and sadly in the twilight of March.

It's also where everyone stands.

It's not just teenagers.

......

Just as the Seven Realms disciple called Jiang Hehai said at the beginning, if Hu Lu left the Human Sword Sect, then he would also leave.

So when a young man reverently knocked on the ground step by step, he went to the mountain road to the west.

Jiang Hehai is also packing up his things in the Human Sword Sect.

Cong Xin hugged the rag doll and leaned against the door, quietly watching the Sword Sect disciple tidy up the room there.

"After leaving the Human Sword Sect, where will you go?"

Cong Xin asked.

Jiang Hehai's movements paused, and he continued to fold the quilt on the bed seriously.

"I don't know."

"I don't know why I left?"

Cong Xin asked very calmly, as if she really didn't care about the departure of such a Sword Sect disciple.

Jiang Hehai just whispered.

"Because the Sword Sect is in space. It doesn't look like the world at all. Nanyi City is also yes. ”

The world seems to be lively and sincere, you are playing cards, I am chatting, he is hurrying through the alley to find the girl he loves.

Instead of now, after walking in the alley all afternoon, I can only hear my own footsteps.

Cong Xin was silent for a long time, hugged the rag doll in his arms tightly, and then said softly: "If in the future, the Human Sword Sect will be lively again, and Nanyi City will be prosperous again, will you come back?" ”

Jiang Hehai was silent for a long time, folded the quilt and hugged it, stood on tiptoe and put it on the upper floor of the cabinet on the side, this young sword cultivator who had not left much ink in the story of the world walked to the window, and looked at the lush but lonely tree pavilions in the sword sect's garden.

"Will the brothers come back?"

Jiang Hehai seemed to be asking Cong Xin, and he seemed to be just muttering to himself.

"Will Master come back?"

Will I come back when I was a teenager without too many worries?

Some may come back.

And some won't.

The best time at four o'clock is not necessarily March, and it is not only teenagers who never go back.

"They'll be back."

Cong Xin said very seriously.

Jiang Hehai turned his head, smiled, and said: "They are all back, and the world is lively again, Cong Xin, this can't be true, this is Hu Lu's dream." ”

Leave it to say that everything is empty.

It's a dream when you don't turn your head.

"Even if they really come back, they will leave one day, the Human Sword Sect has always been like this. We just advanced such a process, Cong Xin, never going back, is the longest story of the Sword Sect in the world. We are water dripping into the water, wind blowing into the wind. ...... fell into the snow"

Jiang Hehai paused for a moment and said softly: "Plum blossoms." ”

This Sword Sect disciple stood in the wind by the window and laughed softly.

"But you are a peach blossom, and you have to bloom here forever for a long time. All those who have left will remember where they came from. ”

Cong Xin didn't say anything, walked out of the small building with the rag doll in his arms, stepped on the June wind with some leaves that were not yellowing falling on the ground, and quietly left Sanchi.

It's just that he didn't return to the treehouse in Yichi, nor did he go to the Peach Blossom Creek Bridge.

This Peach Blossom Demon, who actually lived longer than all the disciples of the Sword Sect, quietly walked to the door of the Human Sword Sect, pushed open the door and sat on the stone steps that Zhang Xiaoyu had repaired.

It wasn't until dusk that the last Seven Realms Sword Cultivator who remained in the Sword Sect walked out with a simple bag on his back.

Jiang Hehai stood beside Cong Xin, quietly looking at the river in front of him.

Perhaps the deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night.

Jiang Hehai may have a lot of emotions in his heart, but he didn't say anything, but his eyes gradually fell to the weeping willows on the riverside, the lonely long street, and the green eaves that always made people feel a little broken.

Half a day of glow, a group of smoke clouds hanging low.

If it weren't the story of the world.

It should just be an ordinary evening.

All evenings in the world will only be ordinary evenings.

Everyone in the world has their own thoughts, so that everything will be colored by me.

So everything is clouded by my color.

Heaven and earth are beautiful, and they are desecrated by my emotions.

Jiang Hehai thought quietly, and then turned around and silently glanced at Cong Xin who was sitting there.

"I'm leaving."

Cong Xin just hugged the rag doll in his hand and nodded.

So Jiang Hehai took his sword and went away.

Maybe when we say goodbye, I don't know which rivers and seas in the world are gone.