Lu Xiaoer looked at the human battlefield that was about to fall into the same story as Lingnan for a long time.

After looking at it for a long time, this Lingnan little sword cultivator jumped down from the top of the mountain rock, carrying the sword on his back and heading in the direction he came.

The prime minister was still standing there, drinking his own blood plum wine.

The little boy walked for a long time, but his steps became heavier and heavier, until at last it seemed that he could no longer walk, and then he held his knees, bent down, and gasped for breath.

Qing Xiang heard the voice here, and turned his head calmly.

The little boy gradually straightened his waist, standing on the high mountain and looking at the north and south of the mountains.

Lu Xiaoer watched it for a long time, turned around, looked at Qing Xiang and said softly: "If these stories had not fallen on me and in my sight, I might indeed be able to understand the dean's distress." But the mountains of the world are bloody, dean, when I see the blood of the mountains of the world......"

The little boy looked at the white-clothed scholar seriously, and said word by word: "Your ancestral grave deserves to be dug, and I even ...... for myself I deeply regret that I can't raise a sip of soil. ”

Qing Xiang stood there for a long time, standing in the mountain wind that was not lonely, but blew cold flesh and blood.

The sword that had broken through the barrier had already passed through the battlefield and returned to such a green hill, and hovered in front of the young man's brow. The wind that came with the sword blew the little Lingnan boy's face pale.

Lu Xiaoer was not afraid, standing there with the Xiwu sword on his back, maybe such a young man would miss Nanyi River very much and scolded the prime minister who opened his mouth and scolded your mother.

It's like Nandao misses the white-clothed sword cultivator who said that spring was good, but unfortunately he didn't have money.

Everything has certainly existed, but it has passed away and will never return.

Lu Xiaoer's gaze moved away from the sword that looked at him with pain in his eyes, and fell to the white-clothed scholar standing on the top of the mountain.

"A demon is a demon, and a beast is a beast."

As such a sentence fell, the white-clothed demon standing on the top of the mountain suddenly looked at Lu Xiaoer.

The latter is incredibly calm.

Not as calm as a thirteen-year-old teenager.

Such a statement is indeed extremely biased and unfair.

It's just that Lu Xiaoer still said so.

No vomiting, no pleasure.

So I vomited it as fast as possible.

In the end, the sword did not fall, turned into a piece of jade pendant, and fell to the waist of the white-clothed scholar.

"Yes."

Qing Xiang took a long sip of wine.

"That's right."

The joys and sorrows of the world are never connected.

"I'm just taking revenge, revenge on Kamigawa, revenge on the world." The prime minister said calmly.

Lu Xiaoer didn't want to continue listening, so he carried his sword and silently walked towards Lingnan.

There seemed to be some wind blowing behind him.

Lu Xiaoer was silent for a while, and when he turned his head, the figure of the white-clothed scholar had disappeared from the top of the mountain.

The pot of blood plum wine had been drunk, and there was only one flask left rolling on the green hills, not knowing where it would fall.

One of the ripe fruit of the blood plum tree was blown down by the wind and smashed to the ground, cracking open and revealing bloody flesh.

The little boy who was originally going to leave watched in silence for a long time, but he walked over again, walked under the blood plum tree with his sword on his back, bent down to pick up the broken fruit, wiped it on his clothes, and then put it in his mouth and bit it hard, chewing very happily while looking back at the battlefield north of Fengqiling.

The figure of the scholar in white has appeared in that battlefield.

......

In the past hundred years, the contrast between the cultivation world and the human world has been constantly mentioned by the world as the development of the Tiangong Division has become more and more vigorous.

Of course, it is often inevitable that the world will take Nanyi, the master of the Sword Cliff Cliff, who was besieged by Emperor Huai in Nanyi City and finally fled to the desert with serious injuries as a reference.

So of course, there are many people who feel that the world is higher than the cultivation world, for example, the whole world is within the range of the bow of the Great Yi, which makes the world overhaul, and everyone abides by the rules and respects the world.

Until March 1004 of the Great Wind Calendar, Cong Blade, one of the three swords in the world, fought with Kamigawa in the East China Sea, and the world was helpless, so they could only let them break the mountains and rivers of the East China Sea.

Probably the world really realized.

How could such a cultivation world, which had developed for 2,000 years, be weaker than the human world?

Although Huaidu didn't pay attention to the war in the south at the beginning, but after all, not all the defenders in the south rebelled, and the water in the bottle didn't really want to be overturned after all, so the military department still mobilized many troops north of the Liuyun Mountain Range to come, which made Shanyue City, which had a barrier, stalemate in this southern war for so long.

It's just that as the prime minister said, it has never been a city in the mountains that the Hanging Courtyard has not been able to surpass.

Although many cultivators from the Hanging Xue Temple had come to Huai'an, after all, those Great Dao cultivators still didn't really go all out to attack such a city in the mountains.

The purpose of war, of course, is not to slaughter.

It's just a matter of asking for something.

However, as the story of the goddess came to an end in an invisible place of the world.

Everything has naturally reached the point of no return.

So on the high mountain, there was a white-clothed scholar who used clumsy swordsmanship to cut through the barrier of the mountain and the moon.

Such a city in the mountains, which was once considered impregnable by the world, was captured in the middle of the battlefield by those southern rebels and the cultivators of the Hanging Temple, in a devastating posture.

When Zhang San carried the luggage he hurriedly packed and took his wife to flee north with the people in the city, he may really feel that such a thing as fate has never been something that the world can peep into.

When such a Lingnan little sword cultivator stubbornly wanted to leave Shanyue City and go to Lingnan, Zhang San felt that he was really unreasonable.

Stay in Shanyue City and wait until the war slowly subsides, of course, there will be a long time to return to Lingnan and do whatever you want.

It wasn't until those overwhelming sword lights and Taoist skills crossed the barrier together and fell into the streets and alleys of this undulating mountain city, engulfing the world like a torrent, that Zhang San realized that he might have never thought too much about this war.

The world may not be weak.

It was only when those cultivators in the two-thousand-year-old cultivation world had no scruples to attack the world that Zhang San truly understood how precious it was for him to have a peaceful intersection with such a mountain and river Taoist at the beginning.

Zhang San took his wife and ran for ten miles outside Shanyue City in one breath, before finally stopping out of breath, putting the burden in his hand to the side of the stone at the foot of the mountain, and then ran to the stream to fetch some water and came back.

Zhang San, a person who often runs around the city, is still tired like this, not to mention his somewhat obese wife.

The woman's face was a little embarrassed with tears, but she just ran here, but she didn't cry anything, and she didn't say anything about being tired and unable to run halfway through.

After all, at a certain moment, those sword lights grazed their bodies and passed through, and if they got closer, the soul ran in front and the person walked behind.

When Zhang San came back from fetching water, his wife was sitting there with her eyes blank against the rocks.

When he saw his husband coming back, he didn't say anything, just took the water, drank two sips, lowered his head, and kept wiping his tears.

Zhang San gasped and sat there with his hands on his knees.

From time to time, those who were still running for their lives ran from the foot of the mountain in a hurry.

The woman's voice gradually changed from sobbing to crying loudly.

So there was also a man's voice mixed in.

Zhang San also cried for a long time.

In such a story, in fact, men and women, old people and children, are all the same.

When the sword light fell, no one could afford to carry some sword blades like that.

The techniques of the authentic people from the south will not miss some people because of their height.

When a high-rise building collapsed, no one in the vicinity was spared.

"So you see, the order of the world sometimes seems to be indestructible, everyone bows and observes the festival in every way, but often when it collapses, it is also the most unstoppable."

Zhang San wiped his tears, raised his head, and saw a Taoist standing in front of him, looking at the war raging in those green mountains very calmly.

This man, who had some courtyards in Shanyue City, seemed to remember that he had seen such a Taoist in the city.

That was when the first wildfire was ignited.

That sword cultivator named Zhang Xiaoyu told a certain story in the city.

At that time, Zhang San, because of curiosity, had followed Zhang Xiaoyu for a while, and finally when the white-clothed sword cultivator silently left the city of mountains and moons, he saw such a Taoist there, and he quietly looked at the back of the sword cultivator.

Zhang San was silent for a long time, wiped away his tears, pulled the woman who was still crying behind him, picked up a stick, looked at the Taoist and asked, "Who are you?" ”

The Taoist looked over there quietly, as if he hadn't heard Zhang San's question, and after a long time, he slowly turned his head, looked at Zhang San calmly, and said, "Xie Cangsheng." ”

It is indeed an unfamiliar name to the world.

If Zhang San was a person from Nanyi City south of Fengqi Ridge, he would probably think of Mr. Five of a certain Qingniuyuan from such a name.

It's a pity that Zhang San is not.

So he just looked at this Taoist blankly and vigilantly.

"You were talking to me earlier?"

Zhang San was silent for a long time and asked slowly.

Xie Cangsheng didn't answer, just looked at Zhang San quietly, such a calm gaze made such a mountain city feel creepy.

It wasn't until a coughing old voice came over that Zhang San realized that he seemed to have misunderstood something.

Yes, how can such a Taoist speak to a world like himself?

Zhang San held the wooden stick and turned his head, there was a white-haired sword cultivator there, who was coughing incessantly, walking towards here.

"Ahem..... He's talking to me. ”

The cough was naturally not because of old age, but because this sword cultivator was wounded.

It's a sword wound.

Although Zhang San is a person from Shanyue City, he is also very familiar with the two symbols of the Human Sword Sect and the Liuyun Sword Sect.

The former is that their swords often once had a name, then the name is worn out, and they look like a human being.

And the latter, as the oldest and most orthodox sword sect in the world, in addition to those Liuyun Sword Sect's flowing cloud robes and white hair, is also an iconic symbol.

Flowing Cloud Sword Sect Sword Pavilion white-haired sword cultivator.

This is an existence of the same status as those sword sect senior brothers who walked in the human world.

It's just that Zhang San looked at the sword wound on the body of this white-haired sword cultivator of the Liuyun Sword Sect, but he was quite puzzled.

The momentum of such a sword cultivator was far stronger than the momentum on Chen Qingshan's body at the beginning of the mountain and river view, and the Taoist who appeared here at the beginning stood in front of him like an ant.

It's just that Zhang San saw an extremely deep fear of this Taoist from his eyes.

It was only soon that these chaotic thoughts were replaced by the sadness of the destruction of Shanyue City.

Zhang San didn't know where he got the courage, and looked at the white-haired sword cultivator very angrily.

"Shanyue City is broken, is the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect really looking at it like this?"

The white-haired sword cultivator slowly walked down from the top of the green mountain path, stopped not far in front of Zhang San, seemed to be silent for a long time, and then raised his hand and lifted the placket of his clothes, revealing the sword mark below that was extremely deep, and even the heart could be seen.

"Guess who left such a sword wound?"

The white-haired sword cultivator asked extremely calmly.

Zhang San was taken aback by the wound, and subconsciously took a step back, shaking his head a little sluggishly.

The white-haired sword cultivator named Xu Xingcang silently closed the placket of his clothes. He crossed Zhang San with the sword on his back, and said extremely calmly: "It's my senior brother, it's my junior brother, it's my senior nephew.....

Zhang San listened to that sentence in a daze, and some couldn't understand what it meant.

The people of this mountain and moon city may have heard of some conflicts between the Liuyun Sword Sect and the mountain and river view, but as the southern rebels entangled the mountain and moon city for a long time, many stories in the world did not fall into this mountain city again.

Of course, he didn't know that the people of Shanheguan had already left.

But the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect was in a long period of internal chaos.

Xu Xingcang looked at the Taoist quietly, and then turned his head to look at the world who had to flee north in a hurry because of the fall of Shanyue City.

"It's not the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect watching the fire from the other side....."

The white-haired sword cultivator looked back at the Flowing Cloud Mountain Range in the north with a sad expression and said softly.

"The Tai Sui Pavilion has been shattered, and we have no strength left to help you."

Zhang San stood there stunned.

What is Tai Sui Pavilion?

When a certain mountain and river Taoist entered the Sword Sect, he once looked at such a mountain peak.

Xu Xingcang told him very solemnly at that time that it was the place where the sect masters of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect were buried.

Just like the ancestral hall of a family in the world, the tablets of the ancestors will be displayed there.

It's just that this white-haired sword cultivator said that the Tai Sui Pavilion was shattered, so you can imagine how tragic the story in such a sword sect is.

Zhang San looked back in disbelief.

It's a pity that this is just a world, and I can't see what happened in such a cloud-covered mountain range for such a period of time.

Xu Xingcang looked at it for a long time, and finally turned his head, looked at such a Taoist with a calm expression, and said coldly.

"Even if it's ahem.... Didn't people like you break those rules and etiquette? ”

Xie Cangsheng stood there calmly and said lightly: "The clay pot placed by the well will always be blown over by the wind and shattered, and the high-rise buildings built will always decay and fester, and then collapse. We're just ahead of the curve. ”

Xu Xingcang said in a deep voice: "The clay pot can not be placed next to the well, and the high-rise building can also be demolished little by little, instead of using such violent means to push them down to the world." ”

Xie Cangsheng didn't know that he remembered it, he looked at Xu Xingcang for a long time, but he laughed softly, turned around, looked at the south of the world, and looked at the direction of the ancient city where a certain white-clothed sword cultivator used to sleep soundly all year round.

"I don't know where I've heard the saying that Huai'an people tend to like to compromise and reconcile. If you say that the high-rise building is not good, too high, and you want to demolish some of it, they will naturally not agree, but if you bring an axe and directly cut the foundation of the high-rise building, they will feel that it is not impossible to demolish some of the high-rise buildings. ”

This once quiet and lazy Mr. Wu of the Hanging Yuan stood there with a slight smile, maybe this was a kind of irony, maybe this was a very sincere inner truth.

"If we don't do this, but go directly to the Human Sword Sect, and say to Cong Blade, your old man is too tall, we don't feel at ease in life, and I ask you to die......"

Xie Cangsheng looked back at Xu Xingcang, lost his smile, and said lightly, "Do you think Cong Blade will agree?" ”

Xu Xingcang said calmly: "Whoever comes will not agree, this is unreasonable." ”

Xie Cangsheng's tone was indifferent.

"Yes, but there is no such thing as a truth that is never the same. If we hadn't let you see blood and fire first, how would you, a nine-stacked sword cultivator, be here and talk to me about such things? ”

"Only when we do something more unreasonable, will you feel that the previous kind of unreasonableness is actually not a reasonable thing."

Xu Xingcang looked at Xie Cangsheng sarcastically, and said slowly: "If it weren't for Chen Yunxi standing behind you, how could you reason with us?" ”

Xie Cangsheng lowered his eyebrows and looked at his Taoist robe calmly.

The Dao robe is not the Qingtian Dao robe, but the Dao robe of some nameless Xiaoguan.

It's just that such a Taoist, twenty years ago, was also such a northern Daoist with extremely excellent talent.

"Without Chen Yunxi's predecessors, I can still reason with you."

Xie Cangsheng raised his head and looked at this nine-stacked white-haired sword cultivator calmly.

"Twenty years ago, I could have entered the avenue, but I didn't."

This Taoist said in a cold tone.

"There shouldn't be such an existence as Dadao in the world!"

Twenty years ago, Xie Cangsheng was probably only in his early twenties.

Just like the white wind and rain at the beginning, twenty years will enter the avenue.

Some people's roots in heaven and earth are naturally much larger than others.

Such a sentence, even if Kamigawa heard it, he would be silent for a long time.

Dao 2,000 years, this is the first Taoist to say such a thing in the world.

Xu Xingcang stood at the foot of the mountain with his sword, looked at this Taoist deeply, and said slowly: "Brothers, friends, brothers, and brothers, Gongshan and River View, full of loyalty and martyrdom Qingtian Dao, such a sentence may indeed be the most ironic thing in the world." ”

Xie Cangsheng stood there calmly.

"Whether it is the view of mountains and rivers, or the Qingtian Dao, the people of the Taoist Gate have been like this since ancient times, we are reasonable, there is a great way in the world, when we are not reasonable, the world should not think about reasoning."

Xu Xingcang looked at the panicked world in silence and said softly, "Yes." ”

"That's right."