The story of heaven is, of course, invisible.

Even if he is like Chen Yunxi, he can only see some snow in the sky when he goes away from the gate of heaven.

But of course, the story of the world can be seen.

It's just that for such a human world, probably the story of heaven is something that most people don't know.

Even the movement of the cliff in the autumn is more familiar to the world than such a story.

Countless grasses in the world are fireflies.

It's just that no one knows that the grass is the firefly.

Maybe there will indeed be some people who have walked in the mountains and rivers of the world who will think of the young man in green clothes with a wine gourd that he once saw by chance.

However, in the course of a lifetime, people in the world have to meet too many people they don't know.

Who would really remember such a teenager for a long time?

When Liu Qinghe walked out of the Tiangong Division, there was not much twilight left in the world.

The world is still busy, stepping on the fallen leaves, and talking to fellow travelers about today's encounter.

This Heavenly Hell Lord stood quietly on the streets of Huaidu, looking up at the vast world like thousands of clouds.

Even the story of the goddess disappearing from the south will not be blown by the wind of the world until a long time later.

So there will be another unsolved mystery in the hearts of the world, what did that ancient Chu god and ghost come about, and why did it disappear?

In fact, the hustle and bustle of the world is far above the world.

The world can only hear a few corners.

Liu Qinghe watched it for a long time, but he had to admit that there was really nothing to see.

There is also the one below the Huaidu, and the one above the Huaidu.

Probably the really good-looking, a certain Huaidu, or some small flowers blooming in the corner.

When Liu Qinghe was about to leave, he saw some ministers of the DPRK and the central government, such as the new secretary of the military department, hurrying towards the palace in the long street.

This very idle Heavenly Hell Lord stopped one person and asked with some curiosity, "At this time, what are you still going to the palace for?" ”

The military officer saluted and hurriedly said, "I heard that we are going to start dealing with the rebellion in the south.....

Liu Qinghe didn't continue to stop them.

After all, this is indeed the story that is expected and taken for granted.

The south has always been outside the control of Huaidu, just because of such a goddess who came out of Daze.

The place where the goddess benefits naturally makes the whole world feel extremely tricky.

Now that the goddess has finally gone to the heavenly dome with such a sword cultivator who has been sleeping for thousands of years, the story of the Great Wind Dynasty should probably indeed be cleaned up.

But this is probably something that has nothing to do with this Heavenly Hell Lord, Liu Qinghe is still idle, walking in the streets and alleys that are gradually darkening, and heading into the distance.

When passing by the vicinity of the original Siwu Demon Mansion, Liu Qinghe saw Mei Xiyu, the Qingtian Daoist who had gone and returned.

This Taoist man was there with his invisible shackles, standing at the door of the small courtyard, looking at the silent mansion.

The girl from the town stayed in the town and probably won't come to Huaidu again, but Meixiyu still came to Huaidu.

Of course, the story of the world must have a beginning and an end.

Mei Xiyu's sentence, of course, is still a year and a half.

If it weren't for the fact that the truth of some of the stories had been revealed, it would have been about two and a half years.

Such a day is a little too beautiful.

"Lord Liu is idle."

Mei Xiyu looked at the tall black-robed man who was swaying with a slight smile, and said with a sigh.

When Liu Qinghe heard this, he shook his head and said, "It's just that you haven't seen me busy when I'm busy." ”

Mei Xiyu turned her head to look at the Siwu Demon Mansion, and said slowly: "In the story of Lord Shizhong, Lord Liu is very idle, but I am running around, what is the Lord busy with?" ”

Liu Qinghe said seriously: "Of course busy, you don't know, in Huaidu Heavenly Hell, all the pear tree yards are taken care of by me." Isn't that busy? ”

It's probably really hectic.

Mei Xiyu was silent for a while, and said, "Actually, I can go and help the adults take care of the yard." ”

Liu Qinghe smiled and said, "Baimei Xiyu is indeed a name that likes to be quiet when you hear it. This matter is probably indeed suitable for you, but forget it after thinking about it, lest Bai Yu say that I am blindly calling you Qingtian Dao people. ”

The black-robed man shook his head and walked over, only halfway through, but stopped again, looked back at Mei Xiyu and said, "I heard that Qin Chulai died?" ”

Mei Xiyu silently looked at Liu Qinghe's back.

In fact, although Qin Chulai is dead, this is probably still something that is not known to the world. After all, that Daoist died in the mountain behind Qingtian Dao without any movement.

And Liu Qinghe, who was in Huaidu, already knew such a thing for some reason.

It's just that since such a question has been asked, it is meaningless to deny nature.

Mei Xiyu looked at it for a long time, and then said softly: "Yes." ”

"It's a pity."

Just as Mei Xiyu didn't know how Liu Qinghe knew about this, he didn't know what such a pity meant.

So the Taoist thought about it and asked sincerely, "Why is it a pity?" ”

Liu Qinghe turned his head with a strange expression, looked at Mei Xiyu and said, "Don't say it's a pity, should I celebrate with the crown?" ”

“......”

Mei Xiyu was silent for a while, and said, "I thought that adults had some deep meaning. ”

"Yes, but I can't tell you."

Liu Qinghe smiled slightly, turned around and left.

The man stood alone in the street like a fool.

......

In fact, many people in the Qingtian Dao have already left the green mountains and are heading towards the world.

The revelation of the identity of a Taoist who had seen Chen Yunxi on the Qingshan Autumn Rain Trail could naturally bring a lot of things.

Just as the Human Sword Sect was involved in the Lingnan affair at the beginning, Xie Cangsheng's story will undoubtedly put such a place of cultivation under great pressure.

Of course, there is a way to relieve stress, and that is to tell the world that a certain Taoist in the East China Sea has a son. Probably the pressure will fall from Qingtian Dao to the lack of a gate.

It's a pity that Qingtian Dao is not a human sword sect after all.

Right and wrong are, of course, right and wrong.

Xie Cangsheng is undoubtedly a Taoist of Qingtian Dao. Even the cause of such a nineteen chapters is inseparable from the white view of the wind and rain of the Qingtian Dao at the beginning.

Qingtian Dao can only go to the world as much as possible to follow the clues of the people in the nineteenth chapter, and seek some peace for the world.

When Mu Shaofeng, a Taoist from a lack of a sect, stood in the forest road of such a place of cultivation, he also had some sighs that there was only a mirror lake in the mountains, and the spring breeze did not change the old waves.

Many years ago, when he was a teenager, this Daoist was naturally a person from the Qingtian Dao.

Fifty years, when it falls on the end of the pen, is naturally extremely short. It probably only takes a breath to rush through.

But when you walk in the green mountains of the past, you can really feel the length of that time.

The Taoist walked melancholy through the mountains and forests, stopped on the wooden bridge of the Great Lake of the Mountain Rumor, and bowed to the woman in the plain Taoist skirt who was sitting quietly on the shore of the lake.

"Blue sky.... Lacking a door to shake the wind, I have seen the Lord. ”

Bai Yuyu was frying some of his own medicine to calm his nerves. In the past, she used to decoct and take medicine in the bamboo hut behind her.

It's just that in the current world, such a contemplator of the Qingtian Dao really can't be hidden in the bamboo hut to recuperate like in the past.

So many things came to the lake.

"Wood Shake Wind ......" Bai Yuyu whispered such a name, and then looked up at the not so young Taoist on the small bridge in the lake, there was a little trance in his eyes, and he came over for a long time before he whispered: "Is it Senior Brother Lin's disciple?" ”

Of course, Senior Brother Lin is just Senior Brother Lin, a Taoist who has already died, and there is probably no need to have a name.

So it's just a nostalgic symbol.

Mu Shaofeng bowed his head and stood on the small bridge, and said softly, "Yes." Contemplation. ”

Bai Yuyu sighed and didn't say anything more.

There is probably no need for such a title as Uncle Shi.

The lake has been silent for a long time, and finally when the jar of simmering medicine gradually exudes some bitter taste like years, Bai Yuyu said softly: "What does Senior Brother want you to do in Qingtian Dao?" ”

Mu Shaofeng looked down at the still water of a lake, and said slowly: "Uncle Shi said that Xie Cangsheng's matter, the first sin is him, the Lord and Qingtiandao don't have to be too harsh on themselves, the world can be fixed, and if it can't, it will conform to .....the wind and rain."

Bai Yuyu was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "How to blame him for this matter, the lack of a door is far away in the East China Sea, and the affairs of the world, no matter how you say it, it should have nothing to do with him." ”

Mu Shaofeng was silent for a while, and continued: "Uncle Shi also said a word. ”

Bai Yuyu looked up at the Taoist and asked, "What?" ”

Mu Shaofeng raised his head and glanced back at Donghai, perhaps remembering the appearance of the Taoist who was aging under the sword wound when he said those words, and his expression became melancholy.

"I see too much fate, and sometimes I forget it, but in fact, I am just a world."

Bai Yuyu naturally understood what the world meant by what Bu Operator said.

If you put it more clearly, it probably means that he is just a father.

If you don't teach, it's your father's fault.

That's probably it.

Bai Yuyu also suddenly remembered his daughter.

It seems that cultivators often find it difficult to be a qualified parent of a world person because of all kinds of things.

Or, for the rest of the world, it's also a very difficult thing to do.

Probably it is difficult for the world to imagine that the Qingtian Dao and the two Guan Masters who lacked a door asked a Nine Stacks Dao cultivator to pass on the message, just to say such a thing.

It's just a human thing, what's not a big deal?

Bai Yuyu was silent for a long time before she said softly: "I know, did Senior Brother say anything else?" ”

Mu Shaofeng shook his head.

"No, Lord."

Bai Yuyu silently looked in the direction of Huaidu.

Bu Operator is actually in Huaidu now, and even when he first went to Huaidu, he was not very far from Qingtian Dao.

It's just that such a Taoist didn't come to see his junior sister.

Maybe it's because it's easy to remember those things in the original view, or maybe it's because you don't teach it, so you feel guilty about the chaos in the world.

In short, the Taoist saw Li Shi there, said something about the bell of fate, and hurried to Huaidu.

After a long time, Bai Yuyu said softly: "Some loquat trees in the mountains should be ripe, when you go back, bring some back to Senior Brother." ”

Mu Shaofeng nodded, and asked with some curiosity: "Did Uncle Shi like to eat loquat in the Guanguan very much?" ”

Bai Yuyu shook his head and said, "This is what I planted in Guanli after Senior Brother left. How can the senior brother like it? It's just that loquat moistens the lungs, and the senior brother suffered a lot of sword intent at the beginning, so he coughed a lot when he wanted to, and it was always good to eat some. ”

Mu Shaofeng was silent for a while, bowed, and said, "The Lord is bothered. ”

Bai Yuyu just stretched out his hand to open the medicine jar on the side, and said softly: "You don't have to call me senior uncle, but I naturally still want to call him senior brother." Go ahead. ”

Mu Shaofeng didn't say anything more, and turned to leave on the small bridge of the big lake.

Of course, Qingtian Dao will not shout and scream because of a person named Xie Cangsheng.

In the final analysis, these two places of cultivation are actually the places of cultivation of the human emperor.

Probably only the view of mountains and rivers is the one who really breaks out.

.......

The story of June in the world seems to be walking without waves.

No one noticed what kind of story was going on on a certain June evening.

Even if it's the East China Sea.

People in the world just feel as if there was a gust of wind blowing in the world, which is very soft and pleasant.

Then everything disappeared in the twilight.

The blindfolded white-clothed sword cultivator sat quietly on the edge of a sea cliff somewhere in the East China Sea, the waves were gusting, just like the voice in his divine sea.

Of course, some people will not admit that they have forgotten what this young man who has cultivated the Dao for six years and seven swords is going to do.

But apparently there are some things that will not be forgotten.

The sword cultivator who sits on the sea cliff according to the sword of mountains and rivers is probably indeed a rare fish in the world.

In March last year, I broke through the border and entered the avenue, and in December, it was already five stacks.

Now the sword cultivator who is sitting on the beach and listening to the sound of the waves in the world is probably entering the sixth stack.

The savings of this fish in the young years of the world are probably far beyond the imagination of the world.

The blood on the sword was the same as the blood on the white clothes, as if it couldn't be wiped clean, so Zhang Xiaoyu didn't care about it anymore, just let that color stay on the sword for a long time.

Those are the blood of the East China Sea Sword Cultivator.

As the most powerful sword in the nineteen chapters of the world, Bai Yi certainly wants to see blood.

There was a sword light coming from the sky, with an extremely decisive killing intent, but such a white-clothed sword cultivator didn't even move his eyebrows, and let the sword fall.

It's just that the sword that used to be called wolfberry and is now called senior brother, when it approached Zhang Xiaoyu's body, it stopped three feet in front of him, and he couldn't move an inch, but in the Shu scroll of those sword intent and Dao rhyme, it made a very majestic trembling sound together with the sound of the waves under those sea cliffs.

After a long time, this white-clothed sword cultivator calmly stretched out his hand, raised his hand to cross the sword intent wrapped around the sword, and grabbed the sword body directly.

It's like a big wave crashing against a cliff and falling down.

The sword was caught in front of him, and it resounded in the sea breeze with a faint whisper.

Zhang Xiaoyu quietly listened to the appearance of the sword in the wind, but smiled extremely calmly.

With that kind of calm smile, it was difficult for people to see what such a sword cultivator was thinking, maybe it was ridicule, maybe it was regret.

"Senior brother, you have fallen too far behind me, you see, your sword is like a useless floating wolfberry."

The white-clothed sword cultivator quietly grabbed the sword, as if he was grabbing a wolfberry that had just been picked out of a cup, and sat there talking to himself.

Sword cultivation and sword cultivation, of course, there is also a gap.

So the senior brother is not as good as the junior brother.

Zhang Xiaoyu seemed to feel a little bored, so he casually threw the sword aside, stuck it on the cliff rock, and trembled incessantly.

This white-clothed sword cultivator grasped his sword, stood up on top of the sea cliff, looked at the sea breeze, looked at the waves, and finally looked at the sky above the East China Sea.

So the ears of such a sword cultivator began to bleed.

The sound of the wind really can't outline such a moonlight.

It's just that.

Even Zhang Xiaoyu never thought about it.

Stories that the world can't see.

He, a man who uses his ears as eyes, is able to see.

After all.

When the world is like a mayfly and a green butterfly, when such a person holding the moon wakes up, the breeze fluttering in the blink of an eye is as vast as a surge.

This white-clothed sword cultivator who looked up and listened to the wind, his ears began to bleed, and sword marks began to appear on his cheeks, just like those sword winds above the sky, I don't know how far away, fell on this sword cultivator's face very really.

Zhang Xiaoyu's face was full of blood, but his expression was very calm, he raised his hand to rub the liquid on his face, and said softly: "So far, so fast." Senior ......"

"You're damn indeed."

Maybe such a sword immortal character who sleeps with the moon in his arms is indeed damned.

If there is no goddess in the world, if he thinks of the pool......

Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head and kept rubbing the sword in his hand.

There is no need for a sword immortal in the world, unless that kind of sword immortal is a young boy named Lu Xiaosan.

This white-clothed sword was cultivated on the sea cliff, thinking extremely calmly.

The blood dripping from the ears was hitting the mountain and river sword little by little, and when it was popular on the sword, it left some very deep traces, just like the sword marks on the face of this sword cultivator who listened to the sword wind in the sky.

He may have forgotten that when he was in Jingsi Lake in Nanyi City, he actually asked the young man in green clothes such a question.

What happened when the predecessors came to the world?

It's just that the white-clothed sword cultivators at that time were probably far less paranoid and crazy than they are now.

So much so that in today's East China Sea Sword Sect, everyone is in danger and has to huddle together to keep warm.

It's just that even if the East China Sea Sword Sect has no shortage of sword cultivators in the main realm of the Great Dao Cliff, they can't stop such a sword cultivator.

Maybe it's like what Zhang Xiaoyu said sadly when Cong Dao died.

This white-clothed sword cultivator calmly wiped the blood from the sword and sent the sword in his hand to the world.

"Master, you really taught me too well."

It's so good that he's already too far from the shore, and the East China Sea Sword Sect can't stop him.