Yun Hu didn't know that he noticed those visions in the world in the small bamboo garden, and hurriedly left the Hanging Courtyard and walked on the long street of the world, but he didn't see anything.

Just like what the young man in green clothes said to a woman in a white dress on the cliff, such a story, like the sword on the cliff, is invisible to the world.

Only the withering flowers of the River Styx, and the drowsy twilight.

There are also scholars who have been staying on the bridge in the twilight, and the peach demon at the head of the boat.

This young scholar had a lot of panic in his heart for no reason, and looked at the white-clothed demon who was quietly drinking wine on the bridge and squinting at the sky for a long time.

Yun Hu walked towards Qing Xiang with heavy footsteps and stopped beside him.

"Goddess, have you left the world?"

Qing Xiang took a small sip of wine, lowered his head to look at Yun Hu beside him, smiled softly, and said, "Yes." ”

Yun Hu's expression became extremely complicated, and he stood there for a long time, not saying anything.

The white-clothed scholar put down the wine jug, raised his hand and patted the young man's shoulder, and said very freely: "Don't be afraid, the world will always win." ”

Yun Hu didn't know it, but he slowly shook his head, looked up at this white-clothed demon, who had always been gentle, and there seemed to be some sad tears in the eyes of the scholar who had never had any excessive emotional fluctuations, and said in a low voice: "I don't care about the life and death of the goddess or Qinglian's predecessors. Teacher. ”

Qing Xiang was stunned for a moment, then looked down at his student, and then shook his head and laughed softly.

"Why talk about mourning, Yun Hu doesn't know. Life and death, parting, this is a common thing in the world, a thing that should be. What's more, everything is undecided, how do you know that my prime minister can't be the white-clothed prime minister in the world? ”

It's just that such comforting words have no effect on such a young scholar.

Yun Hu didn't know how to just lower his head and said softly: "The future has been decided, Master Qing, I am not a scholar who only knows how to study hard, and I can also see the affairs of the world." ”

Even if Fang Zhiqiu hadn't talked to Yun Hu Zhizhi about those things at the beginning.

This scholar also knows everything.

From the small building of Tanchun Garden, the prime minister who cooked wine in Linchun began to say such a sentence.

The scholar who had long been imprinted with many black spots on his white clothes just looked at the world calmly.

"The goddess dreamed of a very bad and bad world, and I am a very bad and bad person, this is the end I deserve."

"Clarify the truth for the world, guard the bones of the ancestors, how can this be a very bad and bad person?"

"The goddess has never told the story to the world, and I have fallen the story of the Hanging Temple and Kamigawa to the world, Yun Hu doesn't know, isn't this bad?"

Yun Hu stood there in a daze.

This is probably indeed an irrefutable fact.

Nanyi City, Fengqi Ridge, Shanyue City, White Deer City.

Half of Huai'an's southern part of Huai'an was plunged into blood and fire.

And between Kamigawa and Hanging Temple, some of those stories, after a certain story called Mr. Xie appeared, it seemed that it was impossible to tell who was right and who was wrong.

Just like the death of a Taoist named Liu March in the original Sword Sect Garden.

What can be said clearly is called a script.

What is indescribable is the world.

The woman in a peach dress with picturesque eyebrows just sat quietly at the head of the boat, as if she hadn't heard everything the two scholars here said.

Cong Xin carried the sword of the peach branch on his back, just looking at this lonely world.

The world is not a dream.

Of course, each has its own story.

......

Chen Yunxi held the sword in his hand and stopped at the door of a noodle restaurant in the town below the cliff.

This white-haired sword cultivator, who was dressed in blood and sword intent, raised his head and squinted his eyes to carefully examine such a noodle restaurant.

Maybe it's a pity that such a tavern that has been open for a thousand years has become a noodle restaurant?

Even the last time he came here, this sword cultivator still thought that this might indeed be a good thing, but this time, this sword cultivator came here with a sword sincerely, and suddenly a sword wind fell on his brow like a thin petal, this sword cultivator still felt very regretful.

The shopkeeper named Wang Xiaoer stood there very angrily, looking at this white-haired sword cultivator covered in blood.

Chen Yunxi looked at Wang Xiaoer through the window, still trying to work hard.

"If you think about it, maybe you can really make wine? I drank here many years ago. ”

"I'm fucking you, I can't buy noodles, so you think of a way to lie to me?"

Wang Xiaoer scolded.

"You bastard sword cultivators, aren't you enough to harm us? Eat noodles, eat, you. ”

Chen Yunxi sighed wistfully.

He really didn't want to eat noodles, but he suddenly missed a certain senior brother very much.

Back then, everyone in the world knew about white clothes.

But back then, such a person who liked to drink very much was the real senior brother of many sword cultivators in the world.

So Chen Yunxi wanted to taste the bitter wine that the senior brother used to like very much.

It's a pity that the shopkeeper of this noodle restaurant probably did misunderstand something, and he is still scolding there.

Chen Yunxi held the sword in his hand and stood there silently watching.

Wang Xiaoer didn't seem to have misunderstood anything.

The shopkeeper, who was obviously scolding angrily, lowered his head in tears.

"A bunch of bastards, how can I make wine? How can I make wine? Didn't you beat me enough? ”

Chen Yunxi silently looked at the young shopkeeper in the store, in fact, if you look carefully, you can still see those blue and purple scars under the skin that has been raised for a year.

This sword cultivator, who was the same age as the third senior brother of Sword Cliff, was silent for a long time, and opened his mouth, perhaps wanting to say something comforting, but before he opened his mouth, a rag was thrown out of the noodle shop and hung on Chen Yunxi's shoulder with oil stains.

"Fuck off!"

Chen Yunxi sighed wistfully, said nothing, turned around silently, and looked back at the sword cliff that was just outside the town, hidden in the clouds and mist.

Many years ago, when such a white-haired sword cultivator was still young and white-crowned and green-robed, he stood on such a sword step and looked up at such a high cliff.

Even Chen Yunxi never thought that after a thousand years, he still needed to look up at such a high cliff like this.

This white-haired sword cultivator held the sword in his hand, standing in the East China Sea wind that blew through the town, perhaps regretful, perhaps nostalgic, perhaps guilty, or glad to look at the high cliff.

There will be no need for this in the world in the future.

Chen Yunxi thought silently.

Brother.

You don't die.

How can we sleep in the world?

Chen Yunxi lowered his head, looked at the sword in his hand, couldn't stop smiling, and tears fell on the quaint scabbard with a smile, so the sword intent burst out, Chen Yunxi just raised his hand and silently clenched the scabbard in his hand, and collided with those wisps of sword intent with his own sword intent.

The corners of this sword cultivator from the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect from a thousand years ago once again appeared some blood on the corners of his lips.

Then he vomited blood.

The world may be very curious about why such a white-haired sword cultivator would stand in the twilight, standing on the streets of the town and vomiting blood so embarrassed.

They didn't know that the sword in that sword cultivator's hand, even if it only exuded an unrestrained sword intent like hair, it was enough to raze the entire East China Sea to the ground.

This is the sword that broke the sky and the hell back then.

The sword of the world.

Chen Yunxi's white hair flew all over and he bent over and stood there coughing up blood for a long time before finally calming down.

When he held such a sword, he was not only guilty of thinking, but also guilty, even if he wept, it was wrong.

So he didn't think about anything more, and held his sword in his hand, just as everyone had been in awe of such a sword saint back then, and walked through the town with a solemn expression, wading through the clear stream where the saint had died, and heading towards the high cliff.

......

Qiu Xi'er's expression was also solemn and solemn, and the moonlight sword turned into a sword hairpin, holding a waterfall of long hair upright, and stayed on the stone steps at the bottom of the sword cliff sword steps for a long time.

Such a white-haired and green-clothed sword cultivator was coming with a sword in the twilight.

After a thousand years of quiet stay on the sword cliff, with the death of a certain woman with autumn water in her eyes, it briefly stayed in the world for half a year - it turned out that what Qiushui did at the beginning was indeed right.

If she hadn't taken the sword to the autumn waters.

It's just that such a woman on the cliff naturally can't leave such a sword in the story of the East China Sea.

Kamigawa may not be as good as Chen Yunxi.

It's just that such an emperor is an existence standing at the top of the world. Those who can restrain him are naturally only a few people who are his contemporaries.

It's just that the story has come to this point, and maybe there is really no one in the world who can stop such an emperor from taking the sword away.

There is only one Chen Yunxi.

Qiu Xi'er silently looked at the white-haired sword cultivator who was holding a sword and wading through the stream in the twilight.

Maybe this is what Cao Weiyi said, there is no need to forcibly be a cliff person.

It's just that.

Such a woman, who has always been cold and detached, but also has a lot of confusion, looking up at the twilight sky, there is a certain sword cliff predecessor waking up in the sky.

People like them, who have stayed in Sword Cliff all their lives and don't ask about the affairs of the world, what can they do if they don't become people on the cliff?

In the hands of such a woman from Qiushui, Mojian Cliff has been alienated from the world for thousands of years.

Thousands of years have passed, and of course things have become different from people in the world.

Qiu Xi'er thought silently for a long time.

Chen Yunxi had already walked to the cliff with his sword.

This white-haired sword cultivator faced this white-dressed junior, but he still bowed very uprightly.

"Chen Yunxi of the Liuyun Sword Sect has seen the cliff master."

Qiu Xi'er naturally understood that such a fifteen-stack sword cultivation sword salute was not really given to herself, but to the high cliff behind her.

So she is also very dignified in return.

"Seniors don't need to be polite."

The two of them stood up and down in front of the sword steps, looking at each other quietly.

Chen Yunxi naturally saw Qiu Xi'er for the first time, and this woman on the cliff was also the first time to see such an extremely ancient and mysterious sword cultivator among the three swords.

After a long time, Qiu Xi'er's eyes fell on the sword in Chen Yunxi's hand, stretched out a hand, and said slowly: "Senior Lao sent the sword on the cliff back." ”

Chen Yunxi didn't hand over the sword, but just smiled softly and said, "A thousand years have not come, I want to go to the cliff to have a look." ”

Qiu Xi'er was silent and looked at the white-haired sword cultivator in front of her for a long time.

"What are you going to see on the cliff?"

"Thousands of years of human changes, maybe only there are some traces of old people on the cliff."

Qiu Xi'er didn't say anything more, withdrew her hand, turned around, and silently gave way up the cliff.

Chen Yunxi held the sword and looked up quietly, but he suddenly sighed and said softly: "Does the cliff master know why the world has looked up to the sword grinding cliff for thousands of years? ”

Qiu Xi'er was silent for a while, and said slowly: "Because the sword cliff is too high. ”

Chen Yunxi stood in front of such a long staircase and said calmly: "The high cliff can be admired, but it is not admired. Mojian Cliff has never been looked up to by the world because the world is not allowed to set foot on it, just like the brother in white told me back then, the Sword Cliff has always been in the world, but the world can't go up - although it can't be reached, the heart yearns for it. ”

The white-haired sword cultivator quietly looked at the woman in the white dress who had made way on the sword steps, and said softly, "Do you understand? ”

Qiu Xi'er looked at this Liuyun Sword Cultivator quietly, and said slowly: "Naturally, I understand, it's just a senior." ”

Even though she is such a woman who is accustomed to coldness, there is also some regret in her tone.

"I'm not a member of the Ten Year Sword Sect."

Of course it is.

Or in other words, such a woman can actually be said to be a person of the Sword Sect in the world - Qiushui, Cong Blade, and Shenhe. These three people were all the disciples of the Sword Sect in the world back then.

Chen Yunxi raised her eyebrows and looked at Qiu Xi'er, after this woman said such a sentence regretfully, she also restrained her emotions, looked at Chen Yunxi and said very sincerely: "I can't stand such a high cliff, but my predecessors can hold it, so my predecessors might as well go up the cliff to the turbid sword platform to sit in the world?" ”

When Chen Yunxi heard this, he lowered his head, looked at the sword in his hand, smiled softly, and said, "In such a prison that is the largest in the world, where can people from the Liuyun Sword Sect like us sit still?" Not to mention ......"

The smile on Chen Yunxi's face gradually faded, and he looked up at the sky, there were countless soft sword winds pouring out in the world, unlike the sword intent in some wind and snow, this was not lethal, and even far more delicate and gentle than the wind in the world.

The white-haired sword cultivator's eyes were full of sorrow.

"Everyone in the world knows that Qinglian loves the world, how can I, Chen Yunxi, not love the world?"

My sword is not disadvantaged, and I may never be able to compare with such a sentence How I don't love the world.

It's just that the world is different.

It's just that the people of the world don't think the same thing.

Qiu Xi'er looked at the white-haired sword cultivator quietly, and said slowly: "It's just that the world is shedding blood for what the predecessors are planning. ”

Chen Yunxi lowered his head and said calmly: "If the blood doesn't flow, why is it hot?" ”

Qiu Xi'er said in a cold voice: "When the blood is exhausted, there are only cold-blooded people like us left in the world, is it good?" ”

Chen Yunxi smiled slightly and said: "If it is like the moon ring is finally bright, do not give up the ice and snow for the heat." When the cliff lord condensed the sword intent of the sword cliff for a certain boy and faced Kamigawa, was it cold? The sword cliff conversation, the cliff master's cold voice said that the blood was exhausted, is it cold? It's just that the high cliff is trapped, and the cliff owner has to be cold. The so-called hot blood, such as the fire of the prairie fire, comes out when it is indignant, and it comes when it is excited, and it is endless and endless. Sitting in the world, how many people in the world are really cold-blooded people? ”

Qiu Xi'er fell silent.

The white-haired sword cultivator didn't say anything more, dispersed his sword intent, and handed the sword to Qiu Xi'er.

The woman on the cliff looked at the sword silently, took it, and said slowly: "Seniors don't go up the cliff to see?" ”

Chen Yunxi stood quietly under the cliff, blowing those sea breezes that had not changed for thousands of years.

"It's never been a sword cliff like this."

The white-haired sword cultivator looked up at the high cliff, just like looking at the broken crown of the sword, such a fifteen-fold sword cultivator, in such a twilight light, was as small as a child.

"It's the gentle and humble self of the year."

Qiu Xi'er looked at such a sword cultivator with a complicated expression.

White-crowned Tsing Yi, white clouds and clear streams.

From the description of such a sword cultivator in the world back then, it can be seen what kind of person this used to be.

Twenty-five-year-old Chen Yunxi also used to fight against such an emperor with all kinds of indignation.

It's just that.

What led him to such a single-minded path?

Is it Emperor Huai, is it Tsing Yi, is it the Demon Ancestor, or is it the Taoist called Bai Fengyu who was not too tall fifty years ago?

Qiu Xi'er didn't know.

Chen Yunxi looked up for a long time, maybe he really couldn't find such a young self, so he lowered his head and said softly: "It's a pity that you can't see it, and I can't see it either." ”

After saying such a sentence, Chen Yunxi turned his back to the sword cliff and left.

Maybe he remembered something, but this white-haired sword cultivator stopped, and turned his head to look at the direction of the human world where the two sword cultivators in the East China Sea had a battle and still hadn't recovered.

"When Kamigawa and Cong Blade fought, I watched from the town."

Qiu Xi'er looked at this white-haired sword cultivator quietly, of course she also knew such a thing.

Chen Yunxi looked at the sword cultivator in white hair and green clothes who was not holding such a sword, and the aura of sword intent surrounded him again.

"Actually, there's nothing hard to guess about a story like that."

This white-haired sword cultivator may have been thinking about what he said in the town, but he smiled softly.

"The drunkards don't mean to drink, I don't die, how can they sleep well?"

It is true that Cong Blade never slept well again.

Qiu Xi'er was silent for a while, and said slowly: "How can that senior still laugh?" ”

Chen Yunxi said lightly: "Because I'm curious, these two disciples who are laughing in the bush can bring me any surprises." ”

There are not many people in the world who can call Cong Zhongxiao so calmly.

But Chen Yunxi is definitely the most qualified one.

Because whether it was the ranking of the three swords back then, or the seniority in the cultivation world, Chen Yunxi was one level higher than Cong Zhongxiao.

Qiu Xi'er didn't say anything more.

Chen Yunxi stepped on the twilight, but he did not go to such a small town or the south.

but towards the heavens.

What has been done, there will be again.

Such a young man from the East China Sea called You Chunshan has been to such a Tianmen Snow Mountain located above the world.

What reason does Chen Yunxi have not to take a look?