Cheng Lu actually didn't want to be a good person.

I didn't think about being a bad person.

It's just that sometimes in the story of the world, it is often not up to you to decide whether to be a good person or a bad person.

Cheng Lu was very happy.

What you do may not be the best person in the world, but you are not a wicked person.

So when he watched the sword that was pushing and gushing under the stream, gradually less than three feet away from him, and the Taoist was eating his fried cabbage bibimbap with relish.

Cheng Lu's choices weren't enough to sink him and make him struggle.

Zishi was carrying a bowl of big white rice piled high, and some cabbage soup was poured on top of the rice, which looked watery, but it was very fragrant.

The Taoist also ate very well, holding the bowl on his knees, sitting under the plum tree with his back hunched, his back to the sword cultivator who was pranayama and cultivating, and gulping down the rice.

"I know it's humiliating."

Zishi's mouth was full of food, so his voice sounded muffled.

"Obviously, I am only one step away, and I can see a wider world and a higher life, but I can only sit in front of the audience and watch me eat."

Zishi said very sincerely.

"But I still suggest that you let go of those thoughts, don't enter the avenue, you and I are both people of the world, and if you enter the avenue, you and I will be enemies, Cheng Lu."

Cheng Lu stood there calmly, without any breath around him, just like a world.

It's just that the autumn wind blew through the desert, coming with that smell of dust and sand, blowing the short hair in front of the forehead of this black-clothed sword cultivator.

Cheng Lu hadn't trimmed her hair for a long time.

for he had no sword in his hand.

Of course, Jian Xiu's hair will also grow.

In the past, when Cheng Lu was young, he liked to have long hair, maybe he adapted to the current appearance, and if his hair was a little longer, he would feel very dragged, especially when the wind blew those hairs down and teased his eyes.

"My hair is very long."

Cheng Lu raised his hand to brush the bangs in front of his forehead and said very calmly.

Zishi turned around with his butt in the bowl, looked at the hair in front of Cheng Lu's eyebrows for a long time, and then said thoughtfully: "It seems to be a little long." ”

Not only Cheng Lu, but in fact, the world is also more accustomed to looking at this black-clothed sword cultivator with a middle point.

As for whether it's black or not, it probably doesn't matter.

Split head, leggings, I called Cheng Lu, you remember.

It's just that the Taoist continued while picking up the rice: "But there has never been a precedent in the world for cutting hair. ”

Cheng Lu looked around, in this place outside the pass, in addition to a Taoist temple, there was only one white plum tree.

The hair of the Taoist is tied into a mustache, and there is probably no need for scissors.

Of course, Zishi knew what Cheng Lu was looking for, raised his head, and chewed the rice grains in his mouth carefully until he swallowed them, and then said a certain sentence before Cheng Lu opened his mouth and said that there was only such a sword here.

"There's a kitchen knife in the view, I use it to cut cabbage, you can use that to trim your hair."

Cheng Lu looked back at the Taoist, and the Taoist's expression was extremely sincere.

But Cheng Lu still said seriously: "As a sword cultivator, if you use a kitchen knife to trim your hair, you will be ridiculed when you say it." ”

"Who will laugh at you?"

"Simon."

Zishi frowned and thought for a while, and said, "That cultivator of the Five Swords Sect? ”

There are not many people in the world who use knives.

The Great Dao has been two thousand years, and those other cultivation methods have only bloomed with some brilliance before the Sword Cliff has not risen.

If it weren't for the southerners, it would probably be a little difficult to think of such a person as Simon.

Cheng Lu said softly: "Yes, after all, I started to trim my hair and start to keep my hair short, because when I was in Lingnan, I was cut off my bangs by him. Think about it, if I really chose to cut my hair with a kitchen knife today, how would I stand in front of him straightened up and listened to him call me brother? ”

Zishi held the bowl and said seriously: "It's okay, I'll kill him when I'm free, and no one will laugh at me." ”

"There are still people who will laugh at me, such as a junior brother named Nandao......"

Zishi sighed and said, "I don't dare to mess around with this, but if you don't see him in the future, it's okay." ”

"He will come to me, because when he hears some rumors, he will come to me and ask me where his sister has gone."

“......”

Zishi looked at Cheng Lu silently, sighed and said, "Don't deceive people too much." ”

Cheng Lu raised his eyebrows and said slowly: "This is the wicked person suing first?" ”

"I'm a good person." Zishi said sincerely, picked up the bowl and took a bite of rice, and then backhanded the bowl of unfinished rice on the ground, stood up, and saluted with a palm: "But not now." ”

As Zishi's words fell, the wind suddenly blew up.

Cheng Lu's eyes froze.

Fortunately, with such a decision, it is indeed not too far from Cheng Lu.

The black-clothed sword cultivator reached out extremely quickly and grabbed the hilt of the sword that was completely separated, and in an extremely crisp uproar, he pulled the broken sword out of the clear stream in front of Mei.

The broken sword came out of the water, provoked a stream of clear water like a surge, and then suddenly turned into a long dragon in the water, rolled up the white waves like flowing clouds, and a sword fell to the Taoist.

Zishi raised his palm in front of him, and the Taoist text around his body was circulating, that is, there was a golden light flashing in his eyes, and the Taoist's ears moved slightly, listening to a certain sound that might come from the sea of gods - the sound was not completed, and there were only some rudiments.

It's just that even if there are only some prototypes, it is enough to calm down the eyes of the Taoist, summon the Dao Wen to fall in front of him, stop the sword, and say lightly: "It seems that you and I still want to be enemies." ”

Cheng Lu failed to use his sword, put away his sword and stood, his sword intent in the night rain was not stopping, he held the broken sword and pointed at Qingxi obliquely, and said sincerely: "I still decided to go up the mountain." ”

As this sentence fell, there seemed to be some very crisp voices in this sword cultivator's body. The sound of the waves gradually rose.

Cheng Lu began to break through the realm and enter the avenue in front of the Taoist.

The Taoist son from the ancient Taoist temple said nothing, pinched the Taoist, the wind rose in the world, and the day and night alternated between the sudden.

The white plums have fallen, but the branches still have the dew left over from the morning.

When the Taoist's secret was completed, a branch fell with white dew.

In the world of life, it is just a flash of morning dew.

The Taoist grabbed the hand of the Dao Jue and stretched it out extremely quickly, and caught the drop of dew with his fingers.

"Cheng Lu, morning dew."

The Taoist whispered, and the dew on his fingertips instantly shattered, turning into a continuous mist, enveloping all the outsiders in this area.

The morning dew turned into mist, and between the sighs of the Taoist, it turned into countless small sermons, with an extremely resolute killing intent, and swooped down on such a black-clothed sword cultivator who stood with a sword.

Cheng Lu was naturally at the critical moment of breaking the realm, in the sea of gods, thousands of Dao fruits shook down, fell into the Dao Sea, and merged into a mighty water wave, surging to the shore, and the waves crashed on the shore, forming a trend of stacking waves.

In the face of those Bailu Dao techniques, such a sword cultivator was naturally difficult to resist, which was why Cheng Lu did not dare to break through the realm.

It's just that there is a time to break in the world.

Although Cheng Lu's divine thoughts could not be separated from the Divine Sea, he was just a condensed sword intent, but he broke through the sea and landed on such a decisive sword.

After a thousand years of broken sword, the blade is still sharp, under the coercion of the sword intent, it quickly rises on its own, takes off its hand, and turns into a clear stream of brilliant sword light, hovering around Cheng Lu's body, although it can't completely protect such a sword cultivation, after all, this sword of sharpening the sword cliff still stopped most of the white dew mist.

Zishi raised his eyebrows slightly, although he had already understood that the decisive separation would be the biggest variable on the side of this stream, but he still didn't expect that the cruel intent on the sword alone would be enough to stop his Bailu Dao technique.

The Taoist in his hands changed suddenly.

All kinds of Taoist texts flashed with golden light, overflowing around him, and fell into the white plum tree behind him.

The white dew of the plum shoots shook and turned into an extremely cold autumn rain, blowing towards such a sword cultivator from south to north.

An autumn rain came suddenly, wiped his eyebrows, and crashed into the sword intent of this sword cultivator, annihilating everything.

Cheng Lu suddenly opened his eyes.

Opening his eyes, naturally does not mean that such a sword cultivation god in the sea of overlapping waves has been completed.

The reason is actually quite simple.

With the fall of such an autumn rain, this sword cultivator can no longer look at it.

A drop of white dew can naturally be dispelled by the sword intent that runs around the body.

But the trees are full of white dew, of course.

Cheng Lu looked at the tiny droplets of blood splashing in front of his eyebrows, reached out and held the decision, and then his body was like a longbow, his waist and abdomen were tense, and he bowed back.

The sword cultivation of the Liuyun Sword Sect is naturally also the cultivation of sword intent.

It's just as the world has evaluated.

A Daoist can stand in front of the Sword Sect of the Human World Sword Sect with great calmness, but he will definitely not relax as he watches the people of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect hold the sword.

As the oldest sword sect in the world today, on top of the attainment of the sword in his hand, the people of the Liuyun Sword Sect are of course far superior to all sword cultivators in the world.

The black-clothed sword was like a bow, and at that moment, the long sword was like a feather arrow, constantly accumulating strength as the body covered with vitality and sword intent twisted.

Zishi's expression became extremely solemn at that moment.

Even if he is a Taoist, even if Cheng Lu has not yet entered the avenue.

This sword, he will never be able to take it hard.

It's just that the sword of the Liuyun Sword Sect, as a killer sword, is naturally extremely fast and extremely ruthless.

And Cheng Lu, who has the name of the Four Broken Sword, can bring Zishi an extremely sharp sense of separation.

Even though the sword was still in his hand, Zishi still felt the coldness of some cutting, which had appeared on his body.

There are four places.

The center of the eyebrows, the throat, the mouth of the heart.

There is another place, but it is above the heavenly spirit.

Obviously, that sword did not pass through the wind and rain.

But Zishi already felt that sharpness.

So at the moment when Cheng Lu's body trembled a little, the Taoist body was about to leave under the white plum tree.

It's just that the next moment, Zishi was stunned.

The flow of the sermon was somewhat stagnant.

Zishi lowered his head and looked at the bloody hole in his heart in silence.

He suddenly didn't understand when it had appeared.

It's just that he doesn't understand, but he still snorted lightly, and his Dao rhyme spread, and he retreated from the sword cultivation town that came through the white dew and autumn rain.

The golden light of Manxi Daowen scattered like a flowing glow.

Zishi raised his hand to wipe the blood between his lips, raised his head, and looked at the sword cultivator who had not trimmed his bangs, so that the hair on his forehead was messy, and when his eyes moved down, he fell on the sword in his hand, but he suddenly understood.

Yes.

Breaking away is naturally a broken sword.

It's just that such a sword, which represents the last dance of the retro flow kendo, was already much longer than an ordinary sword in the process of trying to compete with the way of sword intent.

So even if it is a broken sword, it is longer than an ordinary broken sword.

This is probably the reason why Zishi misestimated the speed of the arrival of the rain sword that night.

Cheng Lu sighed with some regret.

It's a pity that he still hasn't broken through the realm, otherwise he could have directly walked out of the Shenhai with his vitality, and stabbed the remaining three punctures with the rhyme of the Manxi Dao.

But of course, there are no ifs.

Cheng Lu instantly retracted his sword, calming the Divine Sea while quickly retreating backwards.

The rhyme of Manxi Road dispersed and recondensed, and reunited around Zishi's body.

This Yilu Guan Daoist looked at the sword cultivator who turned into sword light with a sigh, and did not catch up, but calmly stretched out his fingers and caught a drop of dew from those white dew autumn rain.

The white dew dispersed, and the heavens and the earth alternated again between day and night.

The sword light flowed like a stream, but it flowed backwards at an incredible speed in a blink of an eye.

Cheng Lu, who was supposed to leave with an injury, watched in great surprise as the sword light returned to the bank of the Guanwai River, looked back at such a Taoist, and said in a deep voice: "Nine-character mantra? ”

Zishi coughed - Cheng Lu's first break did bring some injuries to the Taoist.

The Taoist let go of his fingers, raised his palms and said sincerely: "I won't." ”

Cheng Lu seemed to understand something, and turned his head to look at Qingxi on the side.

The stream was babbling, as if it were flowing, as if it were still.

This sword cultivator stretched out his sword, and the broken sword twisted three feet outside his body as if it had been inserted into a stream of water.

Cheng Lu seemed to understand something, and suddenly turned her head.

"So this is the technique of morning dew?"

Zishi said honestly: "Yes. ”

"Where are we?"

"Plum tops on the white dew."

So in the beginning, it wasn't a day-night cycle.

The art of time has always been a thaumaturgy in the world.

It can be mastered by those who are not idle.

That's just the illusion that this Liuyun Sword Cultivator was incorporated into the Plum Shao Chaolu by the Dao Technique.

Cheng Lu sighed, raised his hand to leave, and slowly wiped the rain on the sword body, as his fingertips wiped the blade of the sword, but there was a green fire ignited.

"It turns out that it's really going to be a killer."

Zishi said sincerely: "One can die one, whether it's you or me." ”

The Daoist body is also surrounded by Dao fire-thousands of Dao texts enter the body, and the vast heaven and earth vitality is condensed on the body of the Daoist, and the bone density of the Daoist at this moment is probably far better than the sword of the vast majority of sword cultivators in the world.

Cheng Lu no longer thought about the waves of the Dao Sea, and broke through the gate of the Nine Realms with the momentum of the waves.

The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in the Divine Sea was slowly ignited.

The sword fire of sword cultivation and the Taoist Dao Wen into the body, of course, can be regarded as full strength.

There is no trace of mystical magic.

It's all back to basics.

So before entering the avenue, it is better than the avenue.

It has entered the avenue and gone to the next level.

Cheng Lu sent out a sword, but the Taoist raised his hand directly, crossed in front of him, and stopped the sword stiffly.

However, after all, the world's famous sword has the advantage of the world's famous sword.

Even if the decision is broken, it will be broken in the hands of Emperor Huai after all.

The sword fire on the sword rose suddenly, but it was also embedded in the bones of the Taoist.

Zi Shi's body and Zhou Daoyun trembled, and then quickly condensed to the arm bone, and the sword was swept away.

Cheng Lu looked at the Taoist in great amazement, and the latter also looked at the decisive departure in amazement.

"What a sword cliff."

Zishi sighed softly.

Cheng Lu didn't answer, just quickly put away the sword, and then sent it out again.

The killer's sword, though often the first sword is the most fierce and decisive.

It's just a sword of life, which is naturally the sword cultivation capital of the world.

The sword in his hand came one sword after another, like a continuous autumn rain, and the momentum of one sword did not stop, and the second sword had already arrived.

It's just that the Taoist is like the sea, standing under the white plum, the wind and rain can't be shaken, and the Taoist robe flutters, and all those sword intents are inherited.

Cheng Lu's forehead was already covered with a lot of fine sweat.

After all, he never entered the avenue.

Even if he ignited the Divine Sea, he had the power to fight with the Daoist, but this sword cultivator also knew that once the Divine Sea vitality burned out.

At that time, he was like a weak man in the world, falling in front of the Taoist, and perhaps it was not as threatening as such an upside-down rice bowl.

At least the Taoist stepped on the rice bowl, and he could still stumble and fall.

So the sword of wind and rain became more and more urgent.

And Zishi is just guarding Baimei by the stream, waiting for the time when this sword cultivation is exhausted.

Although Cheng Lu is a young Sanjian, he is just like the name that was preceded by the three swords.

This sword cultivator is still too young after all.

He was only twenty-five years old.

Then the sword fire on the sword gradually began to flutter, just like when the oil cup burned out.

Zishi raised his hand to catch the last sword sent by this sword cultivator, although he also gasped slightly, but compared to Cheng Lu, it was probably not a serious matter.

"Cheng Lu, Cheng Lu, of course you can't go up the mountain anymore."

This Taoist said with a sigh, and his body was separated from his body, and he turned into the momentum of autumn rain again, and walked towards such a sword that stood with a sword and kept breathing.

Cheng Lu stood there with his sword, silent for a while, looking at the wind and rain, the sword in his hand sounded slightly, but he was probably exhausted, and he only trembled slightly, and then fell silent.

So Jian Xiu didn't lift the sword again, just sat down with the sword.

The autumn rain is coming.

It's just that it calmed down in the surprised gaze of the Taoist.

Then at that moment, the two of them heard a very small voice.

It was like the sound of a drop of dew sliding down a branch and then smashing into the dirt.

Zishi raised his head in disbelief and looked at the sky.

The sword fell vertically from the heavens, and at an incredible speed, it pierced through a plum branch with great speed, and the heavenly spirit of the Taoist penetrated and nailed him to death in front of the plum by the stream.

A severed plum branch fell from the tree.

Cheng Lu was silent for a long time, slowly stood up, walked in front of the Taoist, raised his hand to hold the sword inserted in the Taoist's skull, and pulled it out with a lot of filth.

The sword body was hot and hot, with a kind of flame that passed through the heavens, as if it could not be extinguished.

Cheng Lu's hand holding the sword also generated a lot of flames.

It's just that he didn't let go of the sword, but in front of the horizontal sword, his eyes fell on the sword.

There are three words on it.

Butterflies love flowers.

Still chop white plums.