Half a month has passed, and there seem to be more graves in Lingnan.

But there's not much more.

After all, in such a silent green mountain, there was only such a small sword cultivator doing such things.

Even Lu Xiaoer himself never thought that he would seriously walk Lingnan in such a way.

Sometimes when he sat in the mountains to rest, this little boy would feel that the lines of his palms were covered with the crumbs of Lingnan sword cultivation.

That's why it became so rough and began to have a thick cocoon.

Of course, there will be calluses on the palms of Jian Xiu's hands.

It's just that in the era when sword cultivation was orthodox with sword intent, those cocoons were often not obvious.

It won't be like now, when the little boy sticks his sword in the dirt and wakes up, he can see those scar-like things in the palm of his hand.

The little boy silently rubbed the hard things in his hand, and after a long time, he finally sighed, held the sword on the side with his backhand, and stood up.

When the sword was drawn, the blade brought out some dirt and sprinkled it between the green hills, like the last dirt to fill the grave.

But Lu Xiaoer knew that this would certainly not be the last.

There is so much to bury in Lingnan.

Maybe it's just like what Shen Qingmos, the peak master of the second peak of a small nine peaks, said, until the story of the old Lingnan was forgotten.

Lu Xiaoer silently looked at the dirt beside him, and then continued to walk forward with his sword.

After leaving the vicinity of the Wind Listening Sword Sect, the corpses of those sword cultivators were obviously much less.

So maybe just like the dream that the little boy had in his trance, such a sword sect did retreat to the side of Tingfeng Creek in the last period of the Lingnan War-because of the existence of such a unique sword sect as the Tingfeng Sword Sect, this was the most lively place in the Lingnan Sword Sect in previous years.

Those sword cultivators who were empty and tired of sword intent fought their last battle here.

It will lead to the appearance of such dense sword repair bones and broken swords.

The little boy who had rested for the night stood on such a small green mountain, holding a sword and silently looking at the extremely lonely mountains.

Lu Xiaoer actually didn't know where this was.

The time he spent walking in Lingnan was actually extremely short.

If it were Lu Xiaoxiao and them, they would probably know that this place should have been the territory of which Sword Sect, they had encircled the mountains and raised fish.

But Lu Xiaoer didn't know.

In fact, those graves that were filled in by the young man had too many sword cultivation origins, which may be wrong.

But maybe it doesn't matter, it's just that Lingnan at the beginning is always right.

Even if there are some sword cultivators who are not Lingnan sword cultivators, but who died with Lingnan, of course, they can also be called Lingnan sword cultivators.

The boy comforted himself for some mistakes, and then walked towards a mountain forest where it was clear that there had been a terrible battle.

It's just that this little boy was only halfway through, and he stopped very suddenly, with a solemn expression, and looked back in the direction north of Fengqiling.

From there, there seemed to be some very noisy noise.

The north and south of the Fengqi Mountains actually span a huge distance, but it is precisely because of this that the little boy is extremely surprised that he can suddenly hear the sound of the battlefield.

The little boy who was originally in Lingnan to clean up the aftermath of Lingnan seemed to be a little hesitant.

It's just that the sound didn't last long, as if it was just an accident, lost in the battlefield, and the wind that blew to Lingnan.

Lu Xiaoer clenched his sword seriously and listened for a long time, making sure that he didn't hear those voices anymore, so he silently walked in the direction he had before.

It was only not long before the sound came again very violently towards the green hills, swept over the pine waves, through the bushes, and fell on the ears of the young man very clearly.

The sound was very powerful and powerful.

Although it was far away, the little boy still heard the sound from those sounds, which seemed like everything in the world was shattering.

It's like a sword shattering, like a bottle shattering.

And the little boy far away between the green mountains is an ant who listens to these sounds.

The ant's heart panicked. In the end, he gave up the work of burying the corpses of his fellow clansmen, took the sword, stepped on the sword wind, and hurriedly thought about the green mountains north of Fengqiling.

The ants are probably indeed very tired, but fortunately, they rested for a night last night, and today's story has not yet begun, so the little boy who was not very close to Nanyi City originally took more than a quarter of an hour to hurriedly pass through those green mountains and appear on a certain mountain in the north of Lingbei.

Today's Lingnan is naturally extremely silent, but Lingbei is not.

When the young boy left Shanyue City, he saw that the northern mountains were full of rebels and Hanging Monk cultivators who were resting, or those wizards who needed to stay away from the center of the battlefield and chant the magic of witches.

It's just that this time when Lu Xiaoer stayed between the green mountains in Lingbei, in such a mountain, it was also silent.

Before the boy could understand what was happening, a roaring voice came again.

Lu Xiaoer listened to this nearer and more majestic sound, suddenly realized something, stepped on the sword wind, and walked towards the highest mountain in the vicinity.

The highest mountain in Lingnan is more than 2,000 zhang, but sometimes if you want to see all the people nearby, of course, you don't have to go to such a high place.

Of course, you can see it in a thousand zhang.

Lu Xiaoer drove the sword intent sword wind, and let the Xiwu Sword take himself to an unknown mountain like Lingbei, standing on the top of the mountain, looking in the direction of Shanyue City.

So that glance made such a Lingnan little sword cultivator suddenly start to panic.

Because those barriers in Shanyue City are slowly cracking.

Such a mountain barrier that had stagnated the war in the south for so long, at this moment, was losing some of its barrier capabilities, revealing lines like ice that had been smashed by stones.

The loud sound continued.

In the green mountains between Fengqi Ridge and Shanyue City, countless armies are slowly advancing, maybe before such a barrier is broken, they can just reach the city of such a mountain city.

At the initial moment, Lu Xiaoer was indeed extremely shocked and dazed.

At the beginning, he had also stayed on top of those mountain city barriers, even in the face of the impact of months of spells and sword intent, there didn't seem to be any major damage, which was probably the reason why Ximen and they felt that Mountain Moon City would not be breached.

It's just that the young man now has witnessed with his own eyes that the barrier that stopped the war in the south is crumbling and collapsing, like the moonlight sliding down on the world, falling from the outside of the mountain and moon city to the green mountains.

The boy had no idea what was going on.

It wasn't until he heard some sounds of the ancient path that sounded in the green hills, until he saw a very familiar blue-red sword shooting back from such a distant barrier—a sword that was probably extremely small compared to such a vast barrier.

It's just that it was such a sword that shattered those barriers.

The sword came in the direction of Fengqi Ridge.

Landed in a mountain forest not far from the little boy.

Lu Xiaoer seemed to finally realize something, and walked towards that side with his sword.

Under a certain mountain pine, there is a small stove boiling wine, and a scholar with plum blossom-like spots on top of a white coat is standing there, and a sword is whirling around him.

This Huangliang demon from the rumor wind is indeed very poor in swordsmanship.

It's just that the world uses swords, and it has never been exclusive to the cultivation of sword intent.

Those Taoist rhymes all over the mountains and forests can also drive the arm bones of some scholars thousands of years ago, carrying extremely vast power, passing through the world and breaking through such a barrier.

Lu Xiaoer held the Xiwu Sword, stood there in a daze, finally understood something, looked at Qing Xiang and whispered in disbelief: "Are you crazy?" ”

The prime minister just stood there calmly, glanced back at the little boy, and said nothing.

As the first person in the Daomen under the three views of the world, the world never thought that such a white-clothed demon would really make a move on the world.

Even if it was Cong Blade, he said coldly in Qiushui that he wanted to cut Nanyi with one sword and destroy Huaidu with one sword, but in the end, such a sword cultivator still didn't do such a thing after all.

Even Zhang Xiaoyu, who has been recognized as crazy by the East China Sea, his sword has not fallen to the world.

But the prime minister did just that.

Lu Xiaoer saw that Qing Xiang did not answer, and that kind of sword of circulation was slowly absorbing Daowen, accumulating strength, and the little boy finally became a little frightened.

The little Lingnan Sword Cultivator didn't know where the courage came from, standing between the green mountains, overflowing with the sword intent of the white-clothed realm, driving such a Xiwu sword to fall straight to such a white-clothed demon standing under the mountain pine.

Just a sword cultivator who has entered the Dao realm, how can he shake the Dao rhyme of a Dao person in the Dao realm?

At the beginning, Lingnan closed the mountain, and the Little Jiufeng Sword Sect laid a net of sword intent.

The sword of a mountain ranger in a small Dao realm was knocked back by a seriously injured mountain and river watcher in front of the little boy, and he was even injured not lightly because the sword intent was destroyed.

Therefore, the result of Xiwu Sword going away in such a green mountain early morning is naturally obvious.

The sword body had just begun to pass through those sermons, and it was intercepted by a certain circulating sermon, and then at a faster speed, it was inserted back into Lu Xiaoer's side.

When the sword went, he didn't bring sword fire with him, but when he was shocked back by the Dao Yun of such a white-clothed scholar, he ignited some subtle flames.

Lu Xiaoer silently looked at the dead fallen leaves around the sword that ignited very quickly, and silently pulled out the sword in his hand and sent it back to the sheath.

Even if the little boy is given another hundred years, he is powerless in the face of such a major repair.

At this moment, the little boy suddenly seemed to understand the reason why there was such a seemingly unprovoked sentence in the world.

That sentence is called - if the Sword Saint Qingyi is crazy, what should the world do?

Of course, cultivators, like the rest of the world, have worries, sorrows, and some unfounded and absurd actions.

It's just that sometimes it does make sense.

Just like this little boy was not far from such a white-clothed scholar, he could only watch in silence as the meaning on such a blue-red sword became heavier, and then slowly aimed at the isolated barrier in the mountains.

Lu Xiaoer couldn't even say anything.

A crazy Dao Sect overhaul, what can the world do with him?

Qing Xiang stood there calmly, and the moment the sword of hanging jade around him disappeared, the scholar bent down and lifted the pot of wine boiling on the stove.

"It's a blood plum wine."

The prime minister said very suddenly.

Lu Xiaoer looked up not far away, there was indeed a blood plum tree there, and the blood plum at that time had a dark blue and dark red color, hanging heavily on the branches.

Today's Fengqiling is rich in everything, the boar is strong, the fish is fat, and the fruit is not picked.

Qing Xiang was probably the first person to pluck some fruit from this blood plum tree that grew high in the mountains to cook wine.

Although Lu Xiaoer didn't know why Qing Xiang would say such a sentence, but the white-clothed scholar didn't share the meaning of the pot of blood plum wine with him, he carried the wine jug by himself, walked to the edge of the ridge, and squinted into the distance.

In the distance is the image of some barrier shattering.

Even if a scholar is not very good at using a sword, as long as the realm is high enough, he can have a vision of heaven and earth with a sword and chopping wood.

"After the story of Yunjue Town has passed, there is a rumor in the world that the sword cultivator called Ximen has a very harsh reprimand in Bailu territory, about green plums, about green apricots, about blood plums."

The prime minister lifted the flask and took a sip of his own wine.

The flesh of the blood plum is blood-red, and it is precisely for this reason that it got such a name, and of course, the juice in the flesh is also blood-red, and after being boiled in the wine, the juice seeps out, so the wine also turns a dark red.

Lu Xiaoer looked at the color on the lips of this alcoholic scholar, and subconsciously thought that this was not wine, but this scholar who suffered from alcoholic dicdices finally began to be unable to bear it, so he vomited blood.

But this is probably just a useless and unrealistic self-consolating reverie.

As the prime minister of the original demon clan, he has not yet shown his old state, if it weren't for some stories in the world, this scholar would probably be more alive than the world imagined.

Lu Xiaoer sighed, sat down on the rocks on the edge of the mountain forest, and looked at the dean of the Hanging Courtyard for a long time.

"And then?"

Qing Xiang quietly looked at the direction of Shanyue City, and said lightly: "Of course, what Ximen said is right, green plums and green apricots and blood plums, if they are unfamiliar people, it is indeed difficult to accurately identify them before they are ripe. ”

Lu Xiaoer seemed to understand something, and looked at the plum tree full of blood plums again.

So it's July, and the blood plums are ripe.

And so the world finally found out.

In fact, Qin Sang at the beginning was not a blood plum, she just didn't grow into a green plum as the world wanted.

So when Lu Xiaoer looked at some old spots of blood on Prime Minister's white clothes, he felt that it didn't look like plum blossoms.

The little boy didn't have anything to say, and all his words were suppressed by that sense of powerlessness, turning into a deep sigh.

When he left the village at the foot of the Youhuang Mountains and went to Lingnan to learn swords, he probably didn't think that some stories in the world would be watched by a thirteen-year-old boy like him.

It is clear that two years ago, he was still naïve and naïve, but now he is more silent than many twenty-five-year-olds.

Qing Xiang stood there quietly drinking wine, and the calm look on his face gradually fell as the walls of such a mountain city gradually shattered, and it gradually fell like a shatter, turning into a very sad and regretful look.

"It is undeniable that what you said that day, I just can't turn back, and Lingnan lost their heads, this sentence is extremely correct. It's just Lu Xiaoer, when people are young, they often feel that they will definitely become a good person in the future, do chivalrous deeds, and help the people. When I was young, I also had the idea of leading a knife quickly and living up to my young head. ”

As he spoke, his expression turned cold, he sneered, took a sip of hot wine from the pot, and said extremely cold words.

"It's a pity that he Kamigawa didn't give me a chance to be a good person."

Lu Xiaoer stood there silently, and after a long time, he said slowly: "Your Majesty, what did you do?" ”

For the little boy, he really couldn't understand what His Majesty, who was far away in Huaidu, did to make the prime minister so resolute to take the entire Hanging Courtyard and devote himself to such a cruel thing as destroying the south.

The prime minister said calmly and in a very easy way to understand: "He dug up my ancestral grave. ”

Lu Xiaoer sat there in a daze, such an answer may be even more incomprehensible to him.

Not to mention whether a race like the demon race will have such a thing as an ancestral grave, why would His Majesty dig up people's ancestral graves for no reason, it is probably also incredible.

The prime minister drank the wine and said lightly: "Imagine that many years later, you have succeeded in cultivating swords, traveled the world, until one day you became famous and returned to your hometown, but you found that the whole village was waiting to see your jokes, so you asked them puzzled, and finally found that your father's grave was dug up by the village chief, what would you do?" ”

Lu Xiaoer sat there in silence.

Such a question was too heavy for the young boy to even think about it.

It was the sound of the rebels in the distance who stepped through the world that woke up the little boy.

Lu Xiaoer didn't answer such a question, and turned his head to look at Shanyue.

In the green mountains, there are countless sword light dao techniques that pass through the world, and after a long chant, the magic of witches and ghosts has turned into a very intimidating battlefield master, with an ancient mysterious color, hanging down to the city in the mountains.

The tall walls that guarded the city in the mountains had already opened a huge gap.

Although the young man couldn't see what the defenders and sword cultivators standing at the head of the city looked like in such a distant story.

But he could also imagine how that frightened look came to the surface little by little in the loud sound of shattering.