Ximen was actually very puzzled when he watched the little boy draw his sword from a distance and face the sword cultivator of the Hanging Courtyard.

It's really a hard thing to understand.

You are just a little sword cultivator who knows the water realm, how dare you draw a sword from a sword cultivator in a small dao realm?

It's just that Lu Xiaoer not only pulled it out, but also pulled out more than one handle.

When Ximen saw some sword lights from Lingnan, he suddenly remembered that when Yunjue Town, this little boy stood on the roof of the town, looking at his uncle who had killed in the demon clan, and proudly said that this was the sword of the Lingnan Sword Sect.

Such a young boy may really be the proudest thing in his life with such an identity.

It's just that.

It's just that the story of life is full of impermanence.

Simon felt that this was probably like when he went to intercept Beitai.

Who would have thought that such a young master of Peking University would really be able to seriously injure himself?

Who would have thought that Lingnan would suddenly fall?

Ximen sighed for a while, and finally when the little boy recalled the Xiwu sword and continued to walk towards the sword cultivation of the Hanging Courtyard, the negative sword walked out of the green mountain.

Lu Xiaoer, who was originally holding the Xiwu Sword and moving forward step by step, suddenly heard the kind of footsteps coming from behind him, and he was stunned for a while.

He thought it was the sword cultivator of the Southern Little Sword Sect who had chased after him, or some rebel soldier who had not been killed before.

It's just that when he turned around and saw Simon, who was dressed in a black robe from hell and came slowly with a broken knife on his back, it was probably difficult to understand why Simon suddenly appeared here.

Of course, people have their own incomprehension.

Maybe it's because the little boy still remembers what the grass said to them at the beginning - not being able to understand is the norm in the world.

Lu Xiaoer quickly turned his head.

Maybe such a Heavenly Hell Sword Cultivator was just passing by.

Lu Xiaoer didn't care, holding the sword and continuing to move forward.

Ximen stood behind Lu Xiaoer, his gaze crossed Lu Xiaoer, and fell on the body of the Sword Cultivator of the Hanging Xue Academy.

"What do you want to do?"

Lu Xiaoer stopped, frowned, and turned back to look at Ximen, just looking at him with that kind of gaze, and for a moment he didn't know who he was talking to.

The young man was silent for a while, but decided to answer Simon's question, whether he asked himself or not, after all, the two had some intersections.

But before the young man's words could be spit out of his throat, he was interrupted by a sudden sword light, and that sword light like a match fell from the heavenly dome full of Taoism and sorcery.

But it wasn't lethal.

After skimming through the sky, it fell straight down and landed not far away.

Probably which sword cultivator died.

Thinking like this, Lu Xiaoer lowered his head again, looked at Ximen and said seriously: "I want to go back to Lingnan." ”

Zhou Shanyuan stood there, quietly looking at Ximen, his gaze did not shift because of such a suddenly falling sword - this is probably an extremely common scene in the past few months, both sides have sword cultivation, and both have upper realm sword cultivation, the sword goes far away, there are always some swords that cross the green mountain, and hit the heart of another sword cultivator, or a Taoist or a wizard, so the original continuation of the spell suddenly stopped.

Then it fell, like the withering of the stars, like the decay of flowers.

Zhou Shanyuan watched for a long time, and the young dean of the Heavenly Prison Supervision Institute in Nanyi City stood there all the time, not saying anything.

So this Hanging Courtyard Sword Cultivator said very calmly: "I didn't want to stop him. ”

It's just that he didn't ask anything, but Lu Xiaoer didn't say anything.

It's just that this Mr. Hanging Yuan still holds the sword that wanders around him.

"But Huangliang has always had a saying, which has been handed down from a story many years ago, that whoever comes with a sword in his hand can only be an enemy. Even if it's a kitchen knife. ”

The Xiwu sword is certainly not a kitchen knife.

This sword that came out of the sword lake is better than most swords in the world.

Zhou Shanyuan's gaze fell on the little boy who was still holding the sword there, and said slowly: "I have made it very clear, if he continues to come to me, then I can only bully the young people in the world - after all, the life of a young man is life, my life..."

"It's fate."

The clash of those spells in the world still continues for a long time in the heavenly vault.

In the distance, there seemed to be a faint piece of armor coming towards it.

Ximen looked at Lu Xiaoer and said in a deep voice, "Do you understand?" ”

Lu Xiaoer looked down at the sword in his hand.

How could he not have known that this was actually a meaningless thing?

It's just that everyone understands the big truth, and it's hard to control small emotions.

So the little boy nodded very seriously, but with his backhand, he handed the sword in his hand to the sword cultivator of such a hanging courtyard.

It's a pity that standing here is indeed not the sword cultivator of the Southern Little Sword Sect.

It's Simon.

Although he was also from a place of indecent sword cultivation.

It's just that this person is really talented.

His knife was fast enough to be compared to Cheng Lu.

The buzzing sound of the Xiwu sword wrapped in sword intent had just begun to appear, and a broken knife had already crossed between Lu Xiaoer and Zhou Shanyuan.

Lu Xiaoer looked at the Xiwu Sword that was cut back in front of him, was silent for a while, looked back at Ximen and said, "Lord Ximen should hate them too." ”

Simon calmly stepped forward, pulled his broken knife from the ground, and returned it to its sheath.

"Yes."

This Eight Realms Sword Cultivator, who was dressed in a heavenly prison robe, stood there and looked at Lu Xiaoer quietly.

"Naturally, I can kill him with one sword, but you must know that out of Shanyue, it is the territory of their Hanging Courtyard and the rebels, kill him, and they really won't deceive the young people in the world - if you just want to seek death, instead of returning to Lingnan, of course I can do it."

Lu Xiaoer fell silent.

It took a long time for the young man to say slowly, "Lord Simon is here for this?" ”

Ximen said calmly: "I'm also very young, I don't want to seek death, if it weren't for you Lingnan Sword Cultivator, why would I come out of the mountains and moons?" ”

Lu Xiaoer raised his hand and wiped some of the blood dripping down on his forehead - although he was only twelve years old, he sometimes saw too much, and naturally he couldn't face some things calmly.

"Not necessarily, Lord Simon."

Although Lu Xiaoer's delicate eyebrows and eyes were stained with some blood, it still looked easy to make people think that this was a clean teenager.

The little boy raised his brow and looked at Simon very seriously.

Although it is a strange thing to have such a scene in such a war.

"Lingnan is the ...... of Lingnan"

Before the boy could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Simon.

This person from the Heavenly Prison, who had received some anger from Listening to the Wind Yin, said very calmly: "If Lingnan is still here, then Lingnan is naturally Lingnan, and I will also tell Your Majesty about the crime of killing the people in the Heavenly Prison at the beginning." ”

The man with the knife looked south, his voice softened, and became much softer.

"But Lingnan is no longer there, so the affairs of Lingnan are the affairs of the world...... It's ....."

"For the sake of the people, do not let them freeze to death in the wind and snow."

Lu Xiaoer fell silent.

It took a long time for the little boy to silently put away the Xiwu Sword in his hand, and also walked over to pick up all the swords scattered around, and then turned his head, looked at Ximen, and said softly: "Lord Ximen is too reasonable, what if I can't continue to treat adults as a bad person?" ”

Simon said calmly, "It's not a big deal. ”

Probably as a person in such a dark courtyard, he really didn't care what the world thought of them.

Zhou Shanyuan, a sword cultivator of the Hanging Courtyard who had been standing there silently, then put his sword into the scabbard, looked back at Lu Xiaoer, who had already passed away with him, and said softly: "Between Fengqi Ridge and Shanyue to the west, there is a Yunling Canyon...."

Zhou Shanyuan stopped halfway through his words, did not continue, but turned around and walked into the green mountains.

It's not that Zhou Shanyuan feels that there are some things that shouldn't be said.

It's just that he suddenly remembered that a little boy like this may have a rebellious mentality, you obviously tell him where to go, but he just doesn't want to go from there.

So Zhou Shanyuan stopped talking halfway through.

Lu Xiaoer held a pile of swords, walked in front for a long time, and then stopped, looked back at Ximen, and asked softly, "What's wrong with Yunling Canyon?" ”

Simon said calmly: "It is relatively remote and steep, and from the valley to the north, it is a place of sudden uplift, so the rebels did not stay in it. ”

Lu Xiaoer was silent for a long time, and then said slowly: "What does he mean, do you want me to go from that side?" ”

The gentlemen of the Hanging Courtyard may still be able to explain some truth, after all, they are from the academy of the world of culture, but those rebels may not, if such a young man with a sword really encounters a large force of hundreds of soldiers, he will naturally die in it.

Simon also hesitated, stood there with a knife and looked at the young man for a long time, and then said softly, "Maybe so." ”

Lu Xiaoer said calmly: "Okay." ”

Such a crisp answer made Simon a little surprised.

Lu Xiaoer didn't say anything more, and walked along the green hill towards the southwest.

After all, good words can't persuade damn ghosts.

After all, listen to people's persuasion and eat well.

Simon may also realize that the young man is not an unreasonable person, so he didn't say anything more, and hid again in the green mountains with his knife.

After all.

After all, if a person like him is too ostentatious, it is indeed easy to die in these mountains of Shanyue.

Lu Xiaoer accepted the kindness of the unknown Mr. Huangliang Xuanxuan Yuan very sincerely, held the sword, and went all the way in the direction he said.

He really didn't lie, after walking some distance to the southwest, it was indeed much smaller on this side, maybe it was not because this side was closer to the Youhuang Mountain Range, which was the main direction of those witch armor at the beginning, and after the witch armor retreated to Huangliang, this place was empty.

The little boy gasped and stopped after climbing several hills, after all, the swords in his hand were indeed very heavy.

Of course, Lu Xiaoer also thought about throwing these swords in the mountains and letting them go back by themselves in the future.

It's just that sometimes when I think about it, I have been left behind by Lingnan, do I still have to impose such a fate on these innocent swords that came out of the big lake?

Lu Xiaoer's nose was indeed a little sour when he thought of this, maybe it was a little sad, the little boy raised his sleeve and wiped his eyes, and then looked back at the green mountain.

"Lord Simon, are you still there?"

There was no response in the green mountains, just the sound of countless evening winds blowing in the world.

Lu Xiaoer waited for a long time, but he didn't continue to ask.

Such a road may indeed not be too far.

At least much closer than from the East China Sea to the territory of Yamazuki.

It's just that it's not necessarily a long way to go, it's a difficult road.

Sometimes the closer you are, the harder it is to reach.

Not far ahead, there is such a falling, extremely narrow and secluded Yunling Canyon.

Further down, there is only one trail that allows one person to pass through the mountains, and some sections of the road even look like they are cut off because they are shaded by bushes.

Lu Xiaoer slowly walked to this place, sat down on the side of the mountain, sat in the evening breeze, sat in the green mountains, and looked at the dim twilight world that seemed to be like a miasma.

There was a sound of rustling beside him, and the little boy holding the sword turned his head, and saw Simon walking out of the mountains and forests with the knife in his arms, with some leaves on his head—probably such a sword cultivator was indeed walking in hiding.

"It's a lot easier than I thought it would be." Lu Xiaoer turned his head and said softly, "It seems that the meals I ate in Shanyue City were eaten for nothing. ”

It's just that Lu Xiaoer also knows very well that such a road is easy to walk, but it is not because the world is still willing to be reasonable.

Or, even if he was not twelve years old this year, but twenty years old, then naturally it would not be possible to pass through that battlefield like this.

The twenty-year-old Lingnan sword cultivator did such a thing, Zhou Shanyuan would not stand still with a sword, and Ximen would not come with a sword.

Simon stood there noncommittally.

After a long time, this sword cultivator said slowly: "Maybe this is indeed the case. ”

Lu Xiaoer sat there for a long time before he stood up again, and walked down the path that went down, and Ximen stood there quietly.

After passing through the Yunling Canyon and crossing some mountain ranges, it is Fengqi Ridge.

It's just that this is still Lingbei, not Lingnan.

Of course, there are some sword sects in Lingbei, but because there are not many of them, they are also called Lingnan Sword Sects.

"After going to Fengqiling, you have to calm down."

Ximen's voice fell from the mountain, and Lu Xiaoer, who was walking on the path, looked back at Ximen and asked suspiciously, "Why?" ”

Ximen said calmly: "Lingnan sword cultivators are all in the mountains, if you want to collect their corpses, you can, naturally, but don't be rash." If something happens to you....."

This Heavenly Hell Sword Cultivator looked back at the north with great melancholy, and said softly, "I'm afraid that someone will come back and cut me with a sword." ”

After all, Ximen could choose to leave Lu Xiaoerqiang in Shanyue, but chose to send him back to Lingnan.

Lu Xiaoer naturally understood what Simon meant.

"It turns out that Lord Ximen is really afraid of my uncle."

Lu Xiaoer said thoughtfully.

Simon just stood there silently.

Lu Xiaoer continued: "So why don't you let go of those things at the beginning? ”

Simon still didn't answer, just stood there quietly with his knife in his hand.

Seeing this, Lu Xiaoer didn't continue, lowered his head and continued to walk towards the southwest canyon between Fengqi Ridge and Shanyue.

In such a green mountain, which was already far away from the center of the battlefield, there was a sword light parade on the Wu River.

It was about this point that the gentlemen of the Hanging Courtyard finally discovered the traces of Simon, and so they fell on those attacks.

The little boy walking on the trail towards the canyon was also startled by the sudden movement, and looked back at the green mountain.

Ximen just stood at the edge of the mountain forest, standing in the twilight and slashing the Wuhe River with one sword, breaking the sword intent with one sword, but did not leave, but still stopped there.

Lu Xiaoer seemed to understand something, hugged the sword in his hand tighter, and then quickened his pace and hurriedly ran down the mountain.

Of course, no meal will be eaten for nothing.

The young boy didn't use the physical strength of those meals to swing more swords.

But you need to use the physical strength brought by those meals to get through this battlefield faster.

Send the Buddha to the West.

If you send a teenager, you have to send it to Lingnan.

Lu Xiaoer finally ran down the green mountain, but those sword lights that walked through the twilight did not become sparse because they were cut off by Ximen, on the contrary, they were more dense.

There was even a wind that began to blow in this world.

When the little boy stood at the mouth of the canyon and looked back at the green mountain, he could no longer see the figure of such a sword cultivator.

He seemed to have been drowned in the magic that flowed through the world.

It's just that the little boy can still clearly feel the awe-inspiring meaning of the knife, and he is stationed on the green mountain.

It seems that the west gate is about to break through and enter the last floor of the path.

After all, he is also twenty-five.

As the fourth sword of the younger generation in addition to the three swords in the world.

Simon, of course, had no reason to delay any longer.

It's just that it's probably not long enough to stay in this green mountain.

Lu Xiaoer didn't look any further, and after a hurried glance, he continued to run towards the south in the long, narrow and extremely long canyon.

Maybe it's like what Lu Xiaoer said to a certain melon-headed boy in the green mountain north of Shanyue.

Nothing is unpassable.

It's just that sometimes, the actions of young people tend to have consequences on those who are willing to take care of them.

Lu Xiaoer actually regretted it a little.

Maybe staying in the mountains and moons is not a good result.

Wait until the dust settles, wait until the world is calm.

There will always be a day when I will return to Lingnan.

It's just that the matter has come to this point, and it has to be sent like an arrow on the bow.

Lu Xiaoer could only take those swords and run in the direction of Fengqi Ridge.

Perhaps it was the realization that it was a burden to carry those swords, to carry those swords that were left behind with the lament that they were not beneficial.

Lu Xiaoer finally threw those swords in the canyon and walked away with a lone Xiwu sword on his back.