The prime minister left the place speechless.

Lu Xiaoer sat on the bank of the night stream, looking at the scholar who left silently in the light of the remnant sword of the green mountain, and did not feel that he had won in this conversation.

In fact, as a young man who is a Lingnan sword cultivator, he has already lost when he speaks.

Lu Xiaoer silently withdrew his gaze, sat in a silent green mountain with his sword, slowly closed his eyes, and did not look at anything again.

The rest and practice of a young boy are naturally short-lived.

When the light was slightly revealed in the sky, Lu Xiaoer had already reopened his eyes.

The fatigue of digging a grave for a day yesterday dissipated somewhat, but not much.

Lu Xiaoer dissipated the vitality and sword intent around him, slowly stood up with his sword, and then pulled out the sword in his hand, and walked towards the stream with the sword.

At present, those graves are all by such a wind stream, which is naturally something that Lu Xiaoer has seriously considered.

The mud on the banks of the stream is wet and soft, and there are fish in the stream to eat.

These are the two most important factors.

Probably only in this way can such a young boy write the story of Lingnan for a longer time.

The little boy who got up in the early morning walked to the stream, put down the sword in his hand, knelt on the bank of the stream to wash his face, and then jumped into the stream with his sword, the stream was not deep, but it was not shallow, and in front of him was the mountain stream, where the water was rushing up.

But after all, it's sword cultivation.

No matter how fast the water was, it probably didn't affect the young man's ability to catch some dark backs skimming over the gravel at the bottom of the stream.

In the still dim sky, the Xiwu Sword passed a sword light trajectory with great speed and precision, and plunged into the water with a snort.

When I brought it up again, it was already wearing a very fat big fish - this was probably not common in Lingnan in previous years.

Back then, 80,000 sword cultivators lived in this mountain range, and not only fish, but also rabbits and mountain boars were eaten an inch smaller.

Lu Xiaoer silently looked at the unusually fat big fish in his hand, and then carried it onto the bank of the stream.

In the gloomy early morning green hills, some fires rose.

Lu Xiaoer handled the fish briefly, put it on the fire, and then didn't care about it anymore, just held the sword and sat quietly by the stream - at this moment, the little boy seemed to suddenly understand the reason why his uncle always sat in silence like that.

Because of the dazed.

That's how I feel, uncle.

Lu Xiaoer raised his head and looked at the peaks of the mountains in the distance that were gradually turning red on the edge.

The change of light and shade in the sky is only fleeting.

When the morning sun appeared on the mountain, the world in the mountains that the young boy saw brightened.

Lu Xiaoer subconsciously turned his head to look at the fish on the side.

The disemboweled-belly fish hung on the fire like a kite, still exuding a bright and moist luster, Lu Xiaoer noticed that the fire was probably smaller, and he found some dry firewood and threw it there.

As the fire grows, the aroma of grilled fish does slowly waft away.

Lu Xiaoer took a breath and continued to sit by the stream waiting for the fish to cook.

Nothing special is happening today.

That white-clothed scholar probably really left.

In fact, this is not the first time such a thing has happened.

When the young man successfully set foot on Fengqi Mountain, there was Mr. Xuanxuyuan who came, after all, although Lingnan is silent now, but Lingbei is not the case, there are not only large armies stationed there, but also many cultivators and people from the Witch and Ghost Dao who stay.

It is naturally impossible for such a young boy to hide from everyone's eyes.

It's just that most of the cultivators who stood in the green mountains and watched the little boy were silent about Lu Xiaoer's existence.

Lu Xiaoer didn't want to provoke them anymore, the sword he used to take out outside Shanyue City was naturally stupid and unnecessary.

The little boy sat on the side of the stream for a while, the green mountains in the world finally dawned, and the fish was finally roasted, Lu Xiaoer stood up from the stream, picked up the fish skewered with a wooden stick, carried the Xiwu sword on his back, and walked forward while eating.

Although it is not far ahead, there is such a stream, but it is such a process, and it will take Lu Xiaoer a long time to walk on it.

The blades of grass in July swayed in the wind, some of the swords were exposed, while others were lying on the ground, and many were immersed in the stream, washed clean.

Of course, Lu Xiaoer couldn't find everyone.

He can only try his best to find what he can find, the sword and the person are on the ground, so he will bury the sword and the person in the green mountain, only find the person and the sword, but there is only a sword missing on the grave, and can only find the sword, can not find the person, Lu Xiaoer put those swords into the stream, maybe in the future someone will find some good swords from those residual swords, so as to start the road of sword cultivation.

Lu Xiaoer walked slowly, and when he finished eating the fish, he had already thrown several swords into the stream, and also marked several places on the bank of this stream where there were Lingnan sword cultivation bones.

The boy sucked some of the juice from the fish bones, then threw the bones and sticks into the fire that had not yet been extinguished, and began to dig the grave for the new day, carrying his sword.

Such stories are, of course, boring, repetitive, and equally emotionally depressing.

Lu Xiaoer would sometimes get distracted and misremember the origins of those sword cultivators, such as writing the Little Nine Peak Sword Sect as the Wind Listening Sword Sect.

But probably something like this, the impact is not great, it's nothing more than a new tombstone.

As for the wrong part, it may not be useless, and in such a silent green mountain, there will probably not be a useless tombstone.

When Lu Xiaoer was grilling fish in the early morning, he glanced to the west and saw the stream not far away, but it was not until the afternoon that this little boy covered in mud finally walked under the stream.

It was probably the site of a terrible battle, with broken swords and white bones on both sides of the stream.

Lu Xiaoer was silent for a moment when he leaned on his sword and looked down at the clothes scattered on the bones of the nearby corpses.

Among these bones, there are only a very few bones of sword cultivation, not only through those clothes, this is also something that can be seen from the situation above the bones, even if the body strength of sword intent cultivation in the cultivation world is not as strong as that of Taoists, after all, this is a bone that has been tempered by the baptism of heaven and earth vitality and sword intent, and the bones of the world are always different.

The young man silently looked at the piled bones, then looked up again, and looked up along the stream about ten zhang high.

Although Lingnan does not have any sword cultivation in the upper realm, it is only a sword cultivation in the small Dao realm, and for the people of the world, it is not a person in the upper realm.

So probably here at that time, there was indeed a sword cultivator whose realm was higher than others, and he was guarded here.

Lu Xiaoer didn't think about what happened later.

The story of Lingnan certainly did not come later.

Lu Xiaoer first searched for a long time in the surrounding streams, forests and trees with his sword, but did not find the bones of the sword cultivator who matched his guess, so he took the sword and jumped into the stream, and waded towards the small waterhole that was a few feet wide.

The stream deepened, drowning the boy little by little.

In such a place, the mud of the stream has naturally been washed away, and the bottom is full of clean stones, and there are some swords and other things.

The water of the pool is clear, and there is no blood left, just like all the stories of the past, which have long been exhausted and will not return.

Lu Xiaoer dived all the way to the bottom of the pool, but when he fell to the deepest part, his expression suddenly changed.

The Xiwu sword in his hand seemed to faintly emit some sword sounds, and the little boy looked down at the sword in his hand, the sword body trembled slightly, and some small ripples were waved.

There is no sword in the world that roars out of thin air.

If there is nothing, at least there must be a wind blowing.

Lu Xiaoer's gaze moved away from the Xiwu Sword and looked at the stones at the bottom of the pool, as if a sword was faintly pressed under some gravel and fallen leaves.

The little boy was silent for a long time, then walked over with bated breath, bent down in the water, and brushed away the fallen leaves at the bottom of the pool.

A sword with a name appeared in front of Lu Xiaoer's eyes, and on it was the three words of two phases, rippling in the shallow sunshine of the pool.

Lu Xiaoer looked at the sword silently for a long time, then reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, pulling it out from under the pool stone.

A very crisp sword roar sounded from the bottom of the pool.

Such a sword with a name, like the Xiwu sword, has been destroyed without being destroyed, and the cold light on the sword lies quietly in Lu Xiaoer's hand.

In fact, not all of Lingnan's swords have no name.

For example, the sword of the Tianya Sword Sect began to have a name in September of the year 103 of the Great Wind Calendar.

Famous flowers love each other.

Lu Xiaoer softly read such a poem that Lu Xiaosan brought back from the Sword Lake.

In the corner not far from the bottom of the pool, a sword light suddenly broke through the water, and fell down from the top of the stream, nailed to the little boy's body.

It's just that the country has not appeared.

This scene made Lu Xiaoer suddenly think of something, raised his head, crossed those pools, and looked at the weeping place outside that was bearing the green mountains and skylight.

Maybe it's an illusion.

This Lingnan boy suddenly saw a petal like the color of a peach blossom, which was slowly falling from the stream.

Lu Xiaoer didn't care about the sword stuck at the bottom of the pond anymore, and hurriedly floated up with the two phases of joy and Xiwu.

After the little boy broke through the water, that touch of peach blossoms just fell from the mountain stream, fell into the pool water, floated slowly, and stopped in front of the little boy.

Lu Xiaoer's pupils contracted sharply, and he looked at the peach blossom in front of him in disbelief.

Now that it's July in the world, how can there be such a thing as peach blossoms?

Why didn't the sword of the country appear with his recitation?

Lu Xiaoer caught the peach blossom, was silent for a while, jumped out of the stream, and glanced at the sky, the sun was skewed, but there was probably still a long time for the little boy to explore many things. So he summoned the famous sword from the pool of water, put it on the edge of the stream, and then held the sword of the stream, and found a rugged mountain road that went up on the side of the mountain stream, and climbed towards the upper end of the mountain stream.

Although the little boy was a little tired.

It's just a mountain stream dozens of zhang high, which is really not very high for a sword cultivator.

Lu Xiaoer successfully climbed such a mountain stream after a quarter of an hour.

A stream of twilight splashes.

The little boy held the Xiwu Sword and stood there silently, looking at the opposite side of the mountain stream for a long time.

Deep in a certain rock stream covered with sword marks and green moss, Lu Xiaoer seemed to vaguely hear some babbling singing.

There was a slight pause in the middle that turned into a very dull coughing sound, and then continued to sing.

This babbling sound is not unfamiliar to the little boy.

When Nandao left Lingnan, in the moat town at the foot of Lingnan Mountain, the little boy heard such a voice.

Chu waist.

This little Dao realm sword cultivator, who was the granddaughter of an old sword cultivator of a human sword sect at that time, lost to Nandao very abruptly - because the little boy's sword fell from the high mountain, it was very coincidental that it became a powerful sword.

Later, she went to Lingnan.

Lu Xiaoer's heart was full of suspicion, he didn't believe that when Lingnan was completely destroyed, and those people from the Witch Armor Rebels and the Hanging Courtyard had already appeared outside Shanyue City, in such a mountain range in the south of Huai'an, this sword cultivator called Chu Waist was still alive.

The sun fell into the stream with a rich hue that could not be dissolved, and such a thick color made the little boy's mood heavy and complicated, accompanied by that babbling tone, perhaps with some strange flavor.

Lu Xiaoer hesitated for a long time, clenched the Xiwu Sword in his hand, the sword intent of the white-clothed realm in the world surrounded him, stepped into those turbulent streams, and waded towards the opposite bank.

The babbling tone was still there, Lu Xiaoer crossed the stream, and the sky seemed to be darkening, but it was just that the twilight in the west of the stream was stopped by the green mountains.

Some green pines and cypresses grow quietly on the edge of the stream, and together with the gray rocks, they form a path and go to the depths.

The little boy stood there wet, gritting his teeth at the end, and walking briskly towards it, carrying his sword.

There is a valley behind the stream.

It was only the little boy who began to see the valley, and there was a sword light in the twilight, Lu Xiaoer looked startled, hurriedly crossed the sword, and stopped in front of him.

There was a bang in the green mountains, and then it quickly fell silent.

Twilight sprinkled over the valley mouth.

Lu Xiaoer silently looked at the sword that was stopped in front of him, and above the sword, Huo Ran was the word "Allure".

The sword turned back, Lu Xiaoer chased after him with his sword, and walked into the valley, without seeing anyone, he first saw some bright peach blossoms scattered on the ground.

The little boy was silent for a while, lowered the sword in his hand, and looked up, a green coat was standing in the valley, standing with his back to the little boy, and there was a peach blossom behind him—maybe it was brought from the small building in Luofeng Canyon.

The babbling stopped, and the sword returned to the woman in green clothes, screaming softly.

"Original..... It's the second senior brother. ”

When Lu Xiaoer heard such a calm second senior brother, he fell silent.

Lu Xiaosan and they will never call themselves second senior brothers, they will only call them senior brothers and senior brothers, just like Le Chaotian calls Nandao.

There is only a woman like Chu Yuan, who called him second senior brother when she came from Lingnan because of some stories in Yunjue Town.

Lu Xiaoer was silent for a long time, although the sword in his hand was hanging low, but it was not put into the scabbard, and it was still held in his hand.

"The people in Lingnan are dead, why are you still alive?"

This is, of course, a very strange thing.

Chu Waist still stood with his back to the little boy, and just said softly, "Senior brother, have you seen this peach blossom?" ”

Of course Lu Xiaoer saw it, and he also knew that the peach blossoms that bloomed in July in the world were only available in Tianya Town and Canyon Xiaolou in addition to the Sword Sect in the world.

The little boy's gaze fell on the peach blossom again, but after the initial gaze attracted by those peach blossoms fell, Lu Xiaoer's face instantly appeared with a very surprised look.

Peach blossoms are naturally peach blossoms, but such a very prosperous peach blossom does not grow in this valley behind the stream.

The crooked rhizome stretched out from Chu Yuan's back, and a large area of crimson color was smeared there.

Lu Xiaoer stood there in a daze.

Chu Yuan's voice came again.

"At the beginning of the battle of Lingnan, I was seriously injured and dying, so I sat on the bank of Tingfeng Creek, looked up at the twilight, and listened to the wind and chanted Gu Shanhong's predecessors, who had already died, and there was not much left of Lingnan sword cultivation."

Chu Yuan paused a little and sighed softly.

"I thought I was going to die. And that was exactly what happened at the time. My body was cold, I could hardly make any more sounds, and my heart, pierced by the sword of some rebel, was no longer bleeding, it was about gone. So I tumbled down the mountain stream. ”

It seems that the story should end here, Chu Yuan didn't speak for a long time, just lowered his head, as if looking at his heart.

Lu Xiaoer just stood there quietly holding his sword.

Since he came here and saw such a woman in Tsing Yi standing in the twilight of the valley, then the story probably did not end like this.

"When I was in the Tianya Sword Sect before, I heard Master and Senior Brothers talk about Uncle Shi. He brought back an immortal peach blossom from somewhere. ”

Chu Waist chuckled softly.

"It's just that you also know that in the spring, no one will believe that there are peach blossoms that are immortal and undefeated."

Because spring is the season when peach blossoms bloom.

Before the season of decay comes, no one will believe such words.

"But when I woke up from the bottom of that stream, I looked at the peach blossom that was planted in my heart, and felt the vitality coming from it......"

Chu Yuan turned around calmly.

"I believe it."

Lu Xiaoer stood there in a daze, looking at this woman in Tsing Yi who was on top of her clothes and flesh, full of tiny peach branches, and swaying peach blossoms - even on her lips, there was a peach blossom growing, and the air flow that spit out words from her lips and teeth made such a peach blossom tremble uncontrollably.