Zhuang Baiyi probably didn't think that he would be fascinated by Chen He's Tianyan car that looked tattered and rattled everywhere.

This made this five-hundred-year-old demon very ashamed.

After all, he is an out-and-out sword cultivator with a high realm, and indulging in such a tool is like giving up his black sword and snatching a child's wooden sword to have fun.

It's just that although he doesn't want to admit it in his heart, this sword cultivator's body is indeed very honest, wearing a black robe, sitting in Tianyan's car, and driving with a cold face.

A man is a teenager until he dies.

A 500-year-old boy is also a teenager.

It wasn't until Chen He, who was on the side, looked at him strangely for a long time that this sword cultivator coughed, stopped the car, and said lightly: "It's not bad, it's a good thing." ”

Chen He didn't poke at him, but said with a smile: "If you like it, just have a while, anyway, according to what you said, this place is still far from the location of the mountain gate." ”

After all, it was a distance that could be traversed with the sword light that ignited the Divine Sea, and naturally it could not be reached in a short period of time.

Zhuang Baiyi seemed to be a little moved, but in the end he coldly rejected his inner thoughts, held the sword with a dark body, sat in another wheelchair, tilted his head back slightly, squinted at the wind and snow in the world, and said lightly: "Five hundred years in the world, I have already been as cold as a sword, do you think that such a flattery can move me....."

Zhuang Baiyi had some intention of wanting to get up.

Chen He said sincerely: "It seems that you are indeed a qualified sword cultivator, so I'd better open it myself." ”

Zhuang Baiyi, who was about to get up and sit back, had an embarrassed look on his face and sat back quietly.

The snow wind under the high mountain of Luming was blowing very coldly on the two people on the Tianyan car.

The hood of Zhuang Baiyi's black robe was blown away by the wind, and his appearance was indeed sharp and young, but in addition to the aggrieved eyebrows and eyes that were beaten by a certain white-clothed monk, there was some more embarrassment.

Fortunately, Chen He was probably really driving the Tianyan car very seriously, but he didn't pay attention to the expression on the face of this sword cultivator of the Human Sword Sect.

This is probably a great wonder in the world, a tattered, wheelchair-made car, speeding on such an ancient temple road that seems to never end.

A long journey is always a bit boring, not to mention that the scenery on all sides is always similar, but there are endless winds and snow.

"Why are you going to Amiji?"

Chen He turned his head to look at Zhuang Baiyi, who was sitting there with a sword in his hand.

Although I heard such a name, I always felt that such a sword cultivator should be dressed in white.

I just read the name a few times, and I felt that there was nothing wrong with wearing black.

After all, it's white.

Zhuang Baiyi's mood calmed down at this time, and he quietly looked at the deer roaring wind and snow.

"Because Amiji Temple is there."

This sword cultivator glanced down at his pitch-black sword, which had already been sharpened to its name.

"If you don't go to see it, it's always a little uneasy."

Chen He seemed a little incomprehensible, and asked seriously, "Why is this uneasy?" ”

Zhuang Baiyi said calmly: "Because of such a place, it was also very high back then. ”

Amiji Temple is probably the place with the least sense of existence among the four major places of practice in the world.

Living in the wind and snow of the deer, isolated from the world all day long.

Even if it was rumored in the world that such a place had already disappeared from the world, it was a bit of an afterthought.

Unlike Hangu Temple and Mojian Cliff, when they really disappear, the world will always be the first to realize it.

Zhuang Baiyi's voice fell on those whistling snow winds, which seemed a little ethereal and ruthless.

"If we really press down the Dao Gate and the Sword Sect, but such a place will poke its head out of the world again, this is something we don't want to see."

Chen He said wistfully: "You seem to be very scared. ”

Zhuang Baiyi was silent for a while, and said lightly: "That's true." ”

Chen He turned his head and glanced at Zhuang Baiyi, but he didn't know what he thought, so he suddenly stopped the Tianyan car, then jumped out of the car, looked at Zhuang Baiyi and said, "You can drive." ”

Zhuang Baiyi held the sword and glanced at Chen He suspiciously.

"What do you mean?"

Chen He said seriously: "I suddenly want to write something. ”

This black-robed sword cultivator looked at Chen He carefully for a long time, making sure that he didn't see through his thoughts, and then said reluctantly: "Okay." ”

Chen He sat in the wheelchair next to him, then fumbled with paper and pen, thought thoughtfully for a long time, and then began to write.

Zhuang Baiyi really didn't pay attention to what Chen He was writing at first, but just thought silently there, should he also get a car like this to drive?

After all, this thing doesn't seem to be difficult to make, and if you make it yourself, it will definitely look a lot better.

This human sword cultivator pondered for a long time, and then he noticed Chen He on the side, and he glanced at it, but he was stunned.

......

The sword is black, and the clothes are also black, but such a sword cultivator is called Zhuang Baiyi.

When Cong Jian accepted such a disciple many years ago, he probably didn't think that this disciple of his own would go through the road he had walked again five hundred years later, one thousand and four years later.

Jian Xiu, who was dressed in black robes, held such a black .....

......

Chen He suddenly raised his head and startled Zhuang Baiyi.

"What's the name of your sword?"

Zhuang Baiyi turned his head back and said lightly: "Ruyuan." ”

Chen He sighed, then lowered his head and continued to write.

......

That sword is called Ruyuan.

This is also a sword name that is not in harmony with a name like Bai Yi.

The young man named Chen Caomu, who was almost frozen to death on the windy and snowy road, always felt as if he was looking at an abyss that could not be peeped into when he looked at such a person and that sword.

The two of them were climbing a snowy mountain, and their ears were very painful, and it was also very painful when they stepped into the snow and after the painful creak, the snow water that was wet with their shoes and socks condensed on their feet.

Chen Caomu may not understand why such a sword cultivator would suddenly think of climbing the mountain of Luming.

So he asked very seriously.

- Why did the predecessors climb the mountain?

Zhuang Baiyi did not answer such a question, until the two of them stepped on the snow and walked to the high mountain little by little, and this sword cultivation stood on the top of the mountain and overlooked the wind and snow in the world.

- for the mountains are there.

Chen Caomu continued to ask.

- You look a little scared.

Zhuang Baiyi said.

- Indeed.

- The mountain may collapse, and the town below the mountain will be destroyed in such a landslide.

The sword was planted on the top of the mountain, so he drew it.

- So I want to cut the mountain first.

......

Zhuang Baiyi was silent, turned his head quietly, and didn't look at Chen He, who had a lot of things written on it.

Maybe it's not that you see through your own mind.

Like in the first question, you seem to be scared of the same thing.

Zhuang Baiyi didn't know if this was a kind of irony.

This sword cultivator squinted at the windy and snowy mountains that seemed to be getting closer and closer.

Of course we are afraid.

Zhuang Baiyi thought very sincerely.

......

Jian Xiu, who was dressed in black, stood silently in a mountain pass somewhere outside the pass with his sword in his hand.

Continuing to walk out, there is a blank desert, I don't know how far away.

Hangu Temple is in the middle of the desert.

But it doesn't seem to be in the desert.

According to the various stories circulating in the world, it is not difficult for the world to guess that such a Taoist temple may not actually be in the world.

I heard that it is going to pass through the desert, if such a Taoist temple is willing to see you, there will be many green mountains and green waters in the desert.

Passing through the mountain roads shaded by ancient trees and walking through some extremely rugged mountain cliffs, you can see such a Taoist temple hidden in the depths of the world.

But the story of the long ago has long been difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, and even people in the world sometimes no longer believe that there really existed such a Taoist temple that brought the avenue to the world back then.

Just like in the story of 2,000 years, the world once thought that witches, ghosts, and gods were just an excuse used by Huangliang to hide their weakness.

Maybe a thousand years from now, when people look at such an overgrown cliff, they will also think, how can there be such a place in the world?

The black-clothed sword cultivator watched in silence for a long time, but he began to cough, coughing up a lot of red blood, and in those grasses that were not lush, a large area of intense color spread out.

For Cheng Lu, of course, it's not just that he can't go up the mountain.

Even, the story of such a mountain turned back and pressed over, overwhelming this embarrassed sword cultivator.

Since the story of the Liuyun Sword Sect was pierced by the Mountains and Rivers, it seems that the Sword Sect no longer hides a lot of things.

Among those sword cultivators who came to intercept and kill Cheng Lu, there were many sword cultivators in the main realm of the Great Dao Cliff.

Thankfully, too.

Cheng Lu really deserves the name of the contemporary Three Swords.

With the broken sword, he forcibly escaped from the pursuit of the Night Rain Cliff and fled all the way to the gate.

Cheng Lu coughed for a long time before finally calming down the rather mixed sword intent in his body, and then raised his hand to calmly wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, holding the sword and walking towards the distance step by step.

There is a stream in the distance, and there is a very simple Taoist temple standing quietly on the side of the stream.

Xiyun view.

Such a Taoist temple, which was not very famous in the past, is now known to the whole world.

After all, the Taoist in the temple is called Li Shi.

Such a Taoist may be in Huaidu now, or in Qingtian Dao, or he may be in the view.

Cheng Lu didn't know, but now there are some people from the Liuyun Sword Sect in the pass, which makes him have to come out of the pass.

It's a long road.

But for sword cultivation, there is probably not a long distance between the world.

It's just that Cheng Lu still walked for a long time.

I coughed up blood three times and rested four times with my sword before I finally came to the white plum tree that had withered and had only some dry branches and leaves.

Cheng Lu sat down under the tree.

But before he had time to breathe, he heard a voice coming from such a Taoist temple.

"Why do you always like to come here?"

Cheng Lu clenched his sword and turned his head to look at the very simple Taoist temple, where someone pushed open the door and walked out with a basket of cabbage.

Cheng Lu frowned, revealing an extremely puzzled look.

It was not Li Shi, but a Taoist who had never been seen before, about thirty years old, wearing a very simple Taoist robe, combed a little casually, and obliquely held it with a wooden hairpin.

The Taoist glanced at Cheng Lu very distressed, and then walked to the stream under the white plum tree with the vegetable basket, picked up the corner of the Taoist robe, found a stone by the stream, and washed the cabbage there.

Cheng Lu sat there holding the sword and coughed softly, looked at the back of the Taoist on the side, and asked slowly, "Who are you?" ”

"Of course I'm a Taoist. Of course, if you want to know more precisely, it is probably to show up at an unknown Taoist. ”

The Taoist's body trembled by the stream, probably seriously rubbing the soil on the cabbage roots.

The washed cabbage is placed on a clean stream rock.

Cheng Lu was silent for a while, and continued to ask, "What are you doing?" ”

The Daoist glanced back at Cheng Lu, probably curious as to how such a mentally retarded problem could come from the mouth of such a sword cultivator who didn't seem stupid.

"Of course, it's washing the cabbage, then stir-frying the cabbage, and finally eating the cabbage. Are you also like Chen Qingshan, who is half-blind, born upright, and you can see everything vaguely? ”

The Taoist said helplessly, then turned his head, put his wet hand on the robe that was lifted up on his knee, thought about it, and said, "I know, you probably think that such a Daomen territory may be a little weird." So some crankiness? ”

The Taoist laughed softly, leaned down again, and continued to wash the cabbage.

"What do you think of our Daomen? Fierce floods and savage beasts--great scourges? ”

The Taoist turned around and handed over a piece of washed cabbage, and said very sincerely: "We are all good people. ”

Cheng Lu didn't take such a piece of cabbage for himself to taste, but just sat there vigilantly with his sword in his hand.

The Taoist shrugged, took the cabbage back, took a bite, and then put it on the stream stone beside him.

The Taoist continued to wash the cabbage and said to himself: "My name is Zishi, you should also see that this is a very honest name." So you can indeed trust me. ”

"If I'm not mistaken, you probably want to break through here."

As soon as he revealed the Taoist Dao, the son of the Taoist said very seriously: "Li Shi will not come back in a short time, you can rest assured." ”

When Cheng Lu heard such a sentence, she narrowed her eyes and clenched the decision in her hand.

The words of the Taoist are extremely sincere.

It's just that this sincerity seems quite weird.

"How do you know that Li Shi won't be coming back?"

Zishi was stunned for a moment, and then said honestly: "Because I am his accomplice." ”

Honest indeed.

Cheng Lu broke out in a cold sweat on his back.

This sword cultivator, who was chased and forced to come to the outside of the pass, suppressed the sword intent injuries in his body, held the sword and supported the white plum tree and stood up very vigilantly.

Zishi put all the cabbage on the stream stone into the basket and passed the water, and then lifted it out wetly, looking at Cheng Lu, who was holding a sword against the plum tree and could do it at any time, he wiped his body very melancholy and walked over.

"Am I guilty of eating cabbage? Back then, Dao Sheng also liked to eat cabbage, and he personally fried a bowl of cabbage, but unfortunately no one in the world had eaten it, maybe only the sword cultivator senior named Cong Zhongxiao had eaten it. But although I haven't eaten it, it doesn't prevent us from imagining how delicious that bowl of cabbage is, after all, it is the Taoist saint Li Missing, and the first Li Lacking is in every way. Of course, the cabbage I fried was certainly not as delicious as his. Is it because you've already guessed that my fried cabbage is very ordinary, so you can't get angry and beat me up? ”

Zishi chattered all the way, walked to the door of the Taoist temple, raised his legs and crossed the threshold, looked back at Cheng Lu, thought about it, and said, "This is unreasonable, and you can't beat me." ”

Cheng Lu silently looked at the Taoist Zishi who was babbling about some nonsense.

The Taoist has already entered the contemplation.

It didn't take long for the smell of fireworks to rise in that view, followed by some very noisy spatulas and oil explosions.

Maybe that Taoist was too modest.

With such a skillful voice, probably the fried cabbage will not be very difficult to eat.

Maybe it's going to be delicious.

Cheng Lu leaned on the white plum tree and subconsciously swallowed her saliva.

After all, he is injured now, and if the vitality in his body can't function, it is of course a good thing that a cultivator can eat some human food.

Cheng Lu was silent for a long time, sat down under the tree with his sword in his hand, hesitated a little, and pressed the decision on his knees - for those who were sitting, it was naturally best to draw their swords.

The sound of stir-frying in the depths of the Taoist temple is still the same.

Cheng Lu looked over there for a long time, and then began to operate the sword intent and vitality in the Divine Sea.

It's just that this sword cultivator hasn't had time to take a look at those Dao Fruits in such a sea of Dao.

The sound of stir-frying in the depths of the Taoist temple stopped.

Cheng Lu suddenly grasped the sword on his knee, but the next moment, he was still overturned by a kind of wind, like the sea, with the smell of fried cabbage in lard, and rolled on the side of the clear stream in embarrassment.

That Daoist named Zishi had already appeared under this white plum tree at some point, and he looked at this sword cultivator of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect in amazement.

"You're really out of bounds!"

Cheng Lu spat out a mouthful of blood and sat down silently by the stream, only then did he disperse those Dao rhymes from his body.

This Liuyun Sword Cultivator coughed for a long time, and then said a little weakly, "Aren't you very honest? ”

Zishi gave a salute with a raised palm.

"I'm kidding."

Cheng Lu squinted his eyes and looked at the Taoist for a long time, such a sentence was a bit ambiguous, and he didn't know whether this joke meant that he was allowed to break through the realm before, or if he was not allowed to break the realm now.

After being silent for a long time, this sword cultivator leaned over to reach the one in the stream.

It's just that before it has been encountered, there is a wind again.

Zishi stood there sincerely and said, "You still don't hold the sword, if you break through the realm and hold the decision, I will definitely not be able to defeat you." ”

Cheng Lu withdrew his hand and looked at the Taoist as if he understood.

"So you're scared."

The Son performed a salute.

"That's true."

Cheng Lu was silent for a moment and sniffed his nose.

"Your cabbage is burned."

Zishi gasped and hurriedly ran towards the view.