In fact, when they were in Tianya Town, Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan both guessed what the relationship between such a peach tree by the lake had with their uncle.

After all, Uncle Shi's sword is clearly pitch black, but the name is peach blossom.

And when this uncle was cooking fish in the canyon, others were adding green peppers and green onions, so he was ingenious and wanted to add peach blossoms.

He also likes to wine with peach blossoms.

When Uncle Shi was brought back from Nanyi City by the master, he was obviously injured so badly that everyone felt that he couldn't survive, even the master gave up at the beginning, and planned to drag him to the back mountain to be buried.

As a result, he survived.

How is this not strange?

It's just that Uncle Shi himself is a strange person.

There are too many secrets in such a young man who is always silent, and the little boys are just guessing and not asking anything.

It's just that when Lu Xiaoer saw the peach blossom that was inserted in Chu's waist and heart by chance, resulting in such a woman surviving, the little boy had to admit that maybe his original guesses were indeed right.

"It's just that why is there such a peach blossom on the side of Tingfeng Creek?"

Lu Xiaoer was silent for a while, returned the sword in his hand to the scabbard behind him, looked at the Chu waist who was slowly walking towards this side, and asked softly.

Chu Xian looked down at his red heart, and was also silent, and after a long time, he said softly: "I don't know." ”

Chu Yuan may not really know, but the little boy seems to have remembered something.

His own uncle seems to have cooked peach blossom wine and drank peach blossom wine with his predecessors who listened to the wind and chanted Gu Shanhong.

Those peach blossoms were a branch folded from the peach blossom in the wooden jar of the Tianya Sword Sect.

The little boy stood there thoughtfully.

Dressed in peach blossoms, Chu Waist, who looked particularly weird, looked at Xiao Shao and said in a young voice, "What do you think of?" ”

Lu Xiaoer said softly: "Yes, Uncle Shi used to cook wine in Fengxi at the beginning, maybe such a peach blossom was the residue that fell into the stream after they picked all the peach blossoms. ”

Such an answer may also answer the doubts in Chu Yuan's heart, and the woman's brows who seemed to have lived in symbiosis with the peach blossoms also stretched a little.

The evening breeze of the green mountains is blowing slowly, and the mountains are full of more than one, and some leaves are about to carry some yellowish meaning, which is slowly falling.

Chu Yuan looked up at the sky, and coughed softly, and the sword of the country kept surrounding.

"I think you should have gone to the East China Sea, Second Senior Brother."

Although he is the second senior brother, he is probably not as good as the junior sister in front of him.

Even if Chu's waist was seriously injured and his sword intent was weak, after all, this was a sword cultivation of a small Dao realm.

Lu Xiaoer didn't know why, but he remembered the young uncle.

When Uncle Shi was in the East China Sea, he was already about to look for plums, and now, he may have entered the trail.

Lu Xiaoer came back to his senses, his eyebrows lowered, and he silently looked at the green mountains under his feet.

"I heard the story of Lingnan in the East China Sea, so I hurried back."

Chu Mian was silent for a while, looked down at the little boy in front of him, and seemed to sigh and said, "You are back, this may indeed be a moving thing, but senior brother, what's the point of this?" ”

There was silence at the mouth of the valley, and the sound of water in the pine stream behind him was very noisy, overshadowing the breath of the two in such a valley.

Lu Xiaoer took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards the trail where he came, and said softly: "I don't know what the meaning is, but if I am still in Lingnan and suddenly one day I hear that my home at the foot of the Youhuang Mountain Range has been burned down, I will also go back to take a look." Go back and see, that's probably the meaning. Not to mention ......"

Lu Xiaoer paused a little and said softly: "It's not necessarily meaningless." ”

Chu Yuan didn't speak, and the young man who was walking on the road looked back, only to see that the woman in Tsing Yi was holding the country in her hands, covering her heart and walking there with a painful expression—at the mouth of her heart, there was red blood dripping.

Lu Xiaoer looked at her in a daze.

Chu Waist smiled palely and said, "The peach branch rhizome is in the flesh and blood, and if you walk too much, it will inevitably tear the flesh and blood." ”

Lu Xiaoer said softly: "You haven't come out since?" ”

Chu Waist said slowly: "I've been recuperating in the valley, what's more, what can I see when I come out?" ”

Lu Xiaoer fell silent and said softly, "Then why did you come out again this time?" ”

Chu Waist's face was pale, but he smiled, looked at the little boy very seriously, and said softly: "I want to see what the meaning of what the second senior brother said." ”

Lu Xiaoer didn't say anything more, watching the woman forcibly put a sword intent into her body, as if she had cut off some peach blossom rhizomes in her body, so the corner of the woman in Tsing Yi had blood overflowing from the corner of her lips, but the pain on her face had decreased a little.

The two of them walked the path by the stream, which was not too long, and finally stopped at a rock with splashing water.

Chu waist coughed slightly, then held the sword in his hand, sat down there, and turned his head to look at the green mountains in the twilight, where the stream carried the wind away.

Countless graves in the mountains go along the stream.

Chu Waist didn't have any exclamation in his expression, but just sighed for a long time and said, "This may indeed mean something. It's just Senior Brother, Lingnan is all dead, even if there are too many sword cultivators and bones left, this is still an extremely long process, how long can you do it? ”

Lu Xiaoer was silent for a while, stood by the rock with his sword on his back, looked at the woman who lived in symbiosis with the peach blossoms beside him, and said, "How long can you do it, how long can you do it." ”

Chu Waist may indeed be a little moved, looked back at the little boy, and said softly: "It's a pity that the junior sister is still breathing, otherwise I can help a group of senior brothers." ”

When Lu Xiaoer heard such a sentence, he really lowered his head suddenly, raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes, barely brought a smile, and said, "Actually, I want to hear more words like this." ”

Chu Yin sighed softly and said: "I can't hear it, senior brother, I saw Tingfeng Yin's predecessor die on the distant mountain with my own eyes, he is one of the highest sword cultivators in the Lingnan realm, even when he died, he could only hold the sword in his hand, how many people do you think Lingnan can survive?" ”

Lu Xiaoer was silent for a while, and said softly: "Where did the predecessor die when he heard the wind?" ”

Chu Yin narrowed his eyes, as if he was reminiscing, and finally raised his hand and pointed towards the top of a certain mountain south of this green mountain.

"There it is. A sword pierced his heart, a sword cut off his ear, and then the rebels recklessly crowded him and threw him down in the mountains, never to get back up. ”

That's probably not decent at all.

Such a sword cultivator with sideburns and white hair who sat by the stream all day long, talked about the wind and told stories to the people who came and went, and even once pressed the sword and refused Simon, probably died too miserably.

Lu Xiaoer was silent.

Chu Waist continued: "Senior Gu Shanhong wanted to save him at that time, but unfortunately he just sent his sword over, and a piece of the River Styx fell down, and the younger sword cultivator senior was swallowed up by those ghost flowers in the River Styx, and there were not even bones left. ”

Lu Xiaoer silently looked at the green mountains that were a little further south.

As Chu Yuan said.

Most of the sect masters of these Sword Sects, those Little Nine Peaks Sword Sect and Listening to the Wind and Shocking Hong, died in some places further south.

When they all die there, it means that Lingnan's defense line has completely collapsed.

The Wujia rebels drove straight in, and a group of tired sword cultivators retreated in the green hills, until they listened to the wind and stream, until there was no way to retreat.

So he fought to the death, and in the end there was no life left.

Chu lowered his head, looked at a blooming blood-colored peach blossom on his waist, folded it off, and threw it into the mountain stream, which seemed to have some bright colors in the stream, but it quickly dispersed.

The blood color brought by such a war at the beginning is naturally not the blood color on a peach blossom.

"I am the last sword cultivator of the small Dao realm in Lingnan."

Chu Waist silently looked at the peach blossom that drifted away.

The woman in green clothes raised her head and quietly looked at the sky of smoke clouds in the southern twilight.

"My seniors said that I had been in Lingnan for too short a time and my qualifications were not enough, so I could only go further north by Tingfeng Creek."

"But they're not right."

Chu Waist may have been a little agitated, but he suddenly bent over and coughed violently, and he came over for a long time before he finally calmed down and looked at Qingshan with a pale face.

"The affairs of the world have never been just Lingnan affairs."

"In the face of the Southern rebellion, everyone has the right to draw their swords."

"Even if I hadn't entered the Lingnan Sword Sect at the beginning, I wouldn't stand idly by in this battle."

Lu Xiaoer looked at Chu Waist in a daze, and after a long time, he hesitated and said, "You shouldn't be the ..... of the Human Sword Sect."

Chu Yin was silent for a while, and said softly: "The sword I have indeed cultivated is the sword of the Human Sword Sect, but I have never been a disciple of the Human Sword Sect. When I was in Tianqian Town, it was only because my grandfather was unwilling to make a move that I finally handed over the story to me to deal with. ”

"If you practice the sword of the Human Sword Sect, you are the person of the Human Sword Sect, and so far in the world, there will only be one Hangu View."

Lu Xiaoer didn't say anything more, he naturally understood the truth of Chu Yuan's words.

The world's avenue out of the letter valley.

Even if it's the Grinding Sword Cliff, it's no exception.

"The sword has a sword stand, and people have a stand. However, a person's position is always higher than the sword's position, so the world will only talk about the sword in his hand, but rarely about the sword. ”

Chu Waist silently looked at the twilight green mountains.

"Since I am a human being, I will naturally come to Lingnan to fight with my comrades."

Lu Xiaoer lowered his head, perhaps full of guilt.

Lingnan may not need such a young man.

It's just that whenever Lu Xiaoer remembers that when Lingnan was destroyed, he was far away in the East China Sea, and he felt like a defector.

It's just that when the little boy lowered his head, a peach blossom was stretched out in front of him.

Lu Xiaoer raised his head, only to find that Chu Yuan had broken off a peach blossom from behind him and handed it to him.

Lu Xiaoer was a little puzzled by what this junior sister of the small Dao realm meant.

Chu Yuan just smiled pale and said; "Young people are at the age of looking at flowers, so why should they think about these things?"

Lu Xiaoer was stunned, he didn't take the flower, he just looked at Chu Waist and said softly, "Do you know what I'm thinking?" ”

The little boy didn't take the peach blossom, and Chu Waist didn't force it, but just let go of his hand and let it smash on the rocks, and then rolled down, falling into the splashing stream, and drifting down.

"When I see those sword cultivator graves, I know what you're thinking, Second Senior Brother."

Lu Xiaoer looked at the peach blossom that rolled down very embarrassed and was taken away by the stream, and he was a little frightened for no reason, and the Xiwu sword behind him suddenly came out of the sheath, wrapped in sword intent, and wanted to bring that peach blossom back.

It was just a slender hand that once dragged the water sleeve and moved with a babbling singing voice that caught the sword in the twilight.

Lu Xiaoer silently watched Chu Yuan hold the Xiwu Sword horizontally in his hand, the sharp blade cut through the woman's palm, and the red blood slowly dripped along the blade.

Chu Yan didn't seem to see or hear, but calmly pressed the sword on his knee.

"The years in the world are like flowing water, and everything in the world, nothing will not be carried away by the current, senior brother."

Lu Xiaoer silently listened to Chu Yuan's very soft and quiet words - such a tone may come out of the mouth of Yangchun Sword Xie Chunxue, but probably not from the mouth of a woman like Chu Waist who is quite cold and arrogant.

The little boy silently thought about the dozens of zhang under the stream, the peach blossom had fallen, pressed into the pool by the current, maybe some peach blossoms were knocked down, floating in the pool, but the twilight was deep, in that reflection of the green mountains reflecting the twilight color, a small peach blossom, probably difficult to see.

Chu waist covered her lips slightly and coughed, and the woman singing the opera probably always had a gentle posture.

When the green sleeves were lowered, the pale woman had a gentle smile full of longing on her face.

"Lingnan affairs have been suspended, and the senior brother is a young man."

The young man's Xiwu sword was raised, and it was on the brow of the woman sitting on the rock, and on the shoulder of the little boy standing on the edge of the stone.

"Lingnan Hope ....."

Chu Yuan said softly, looking at the little boy with bright eyes.

"It's in Senior Brother."

Lu Xiaoer listened to such a sentence in a daze, but he didn't take the Xiwu sword that belonged to him, but after a long silence, he said softly: "Master, what about them?" ”

Chu Yuan didn't say anything, just pushed the sword in his hand forward and pressed it on the young man's chest.

This seriously injured woman, seemingly an ordinary push, was like a mountain collapse, and all of them fell on the young man's heart.

Lu Xiaoer was caught off guard and was pushed down the mountain stream by Chu Waist.

Lu Xiaoer's eyes widened, and in the extremely rapid fall, he saw such a woman standing up in the twilight, facing the twilight, like some rotten clothes, with a cyan crimson color, falling down piece by piece, piling up on the rocks.

"Plop!"

The extremely majestic sound of water poured into Lu Xiaoer's ears.

The little boy who fell from the mountain stream did not go straight to the bottom of the pool under the action of huge gravity, but seemed to cross the boundary of the pool that did not exist in a certain layer, and suddenly emerged from the water surface at the moment when some space was shattered.

The little boy floated a little dizzily above the pool, looking at the green hills in the west.

The twilight was thick in the green hills, and everything fell down in a pool of clear water.

There is a peach blossom slowly drifting from not far away.

It took Lu Xiaoer a long time before he finally calmed down, and looked at the edge of this pool, where there were not two swords that the little boy fished out of the bottom of the pool.

It's just that there is no pond, but there is one above the mountain stream.

Lu Xiaoer was silent for a long time, held the Xiwu sword, jumped over, broke through the water, stepped on the sword wind, and landed directly on such a mountain stream.

There is a sword stuck in the rock, named Liang Xianghuan.

As a qualified sword cultivator, the young man's eyesight is naturally not bad, which he saw when he was under the pool.

Just like the Xiwu Sword, once these swords lose their sword master, they will return to the sword lake located in Tianya Town.

It's just that there is no such sword called Liang Xianghuan.

Because on the top of the stream, there is a corpse that has become a white bone, and about before he died, he still held such a sword, which caused the two Xianghuan to stay in this green mountain, or- Lu Xiaoer looked at the cluster of peach blossoms next to the corpse, maybe after his uncle finished cooking wine, there was really such a stump branch, which fell in the green mountain and bloomed, and it was undefeated until July.

Famous flowers love the country, and the king often looks at it with a smile.

Lu Xiaoer remembered that his junior brother Lu Xiaosan had recited such a poem.

So?

All those self-consistent logics may just be speculations in the cognition of teenagers - there are no peach blossoms that can bring people back to life. All the conversations are just the subconscious self-talk of the teenager.

Lu Xiaoer stood there wetly, looking at the bones in front of him in silence.

Then he turned his head to the west of the stream.

There was no trail that led to a valley behind a stream.

It's just some rugged gray-green stone walls.

Lu Xiaoer stood there silent for a long time, then slowly bent down and reached out to pick up the uncorrupted clothes of a corpse on the rock, just like the boring and repetitive things he did in Lingnan.

Lu Xiaoer carefully recognized such a piece of clothing.

Or maybe you don't have to recognize it.

When the young boy stood at the bottom of the stream and looked up and saw the sword stuck in the rock, he had already guessed many things.

Lu Xiaoer breathed heavily, and it was clear that he had broken free from the dream, and he had clearly jumped out of the pool.

The little boy always felt that there were still many things pressing on his heart - maybe the stories he had always feared were really placed in front of him, maybe it was because in his dreams, in his dreams that he hypnotized himself because of the sword of the Tianya Sword Sect inserted in the stream, there was never an answer to the question.

Lu Xiaoer gasped as if he had lost his strength, sat down on the rock, bent down and pressed his forehead against the hilt of the Xiwu Sword.

Chu Yuan, a female sword cultivator who had not been in Lingnan for a long time, was indeed dead.

It took Lu Xiaoer a long time before he finally calmed down, slowly stood up straight, dragged the Xiwu Sword, walked to a clearing with dust and mud not far away, and began to dig the grave little by little.

The babbling voices were gone, and the woman was buried in the grave.

Lu Xiaoer was short of breath and wrote the first tombstone with an exact name.

Lingnan, Tianya Sword Sect, the tomb of Chu waist.

So the pain seems to be concretized, it is the clear handwriting of the sword in the twilight—that is what the pain looks like when it falls on the green mountains.

Lu Xiaoer dragged the mud-covered Xiwu Sword to stand for a long time in the twilight, then wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, held the sword, and continued to walk towards the green mountains.