Cheng Lu, who has never seen a butterfly love flower, has an extremely clear feeling at this moment.

He felt that he might be the child of destiny in this world.

Otherwise, why would such a sword fall from the sky?

Cheng Lu couldn't help but gasp, sent the decision into the sheath, and then held the sword in the high-speed friction, the sword fire was blazing, and slowly sat down by the stream.

On top of such an inextinguishable long sword, there was an extremely powerful sword intent that had never been seen before.

Even if it was his own master, Chen Yunxi, who was fifteen stacks of Dao Sea in the world, it was impossible for him to have such a sword intent on his body.

On the sword body, Cheng Lu could even faintly feel a power from the ghosts and gods, like some residual will, hidden in the sword body in extreme horror.

When Cheng Lu tried to touch this long sword with his sword intent, the entire world outside the Guan, at that moment, an extremely crisp and distant sword sound sounded.

It was as if someone was blowing the broken pottery in the distant heavens, so the sound flowed like a heavenly river flowing down the world.

This black-clothed sword cultivator was immersed in the sound of a sword roaring like the sky hanging from above, completely forgetting that his hands and knees were slowly burning.

In the dark, this sword cultivator seemed to have seen some extremely distant pictures.

There was snow white everywhere, maybe it was snow all over the mountains, maybe it was thousands of clouds.

At the far edge of the horizon, there seemed to be two extremely tiny figures, standing on the top of the clouds.

Maybe there are white hairs like snow, maybe there are old silent umbrellas to hide the fine snow.

The white-haired figure seemed to raise its hand.

Then the sound of the sword resounded through the clouds.

Cheng Lu found himself flying towards the edge of such a distant horizon at an incredible speed.

until it fell into the hands of such a white-haired sword cultivator.

Then an extremely bright light appeared in the sky, and everything around it quickly dimmed, and before such absolute brightness, all the light was like night.

Cheng Lu passed through all the light and darkness, and collided with the endless river of light.

Heaven and earth are silent.

Cheng Lu seemed to vaguely hear a very gentle but also extremely amazed voice.

"Does this sword have a name?"

Someone smiled.

"Raise a glass."

"Raise a glass?"

"Raise a glass."

So the moon was like a sword, cutting everything.

Cheng Lu suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, opened his eyes, and looked at Qingxi in front of him blankly.

The flames on his hands were still burning.

Cheng Lu didn't seem to feel it.

Although Zhang Xiaoyu said at the beginning, the vitality of heaven and earth is attached to his hand and can isolate the temperature.

It's just that after all, the existence of sword fire is naturally enough to burn through many things.

Cheng Lu's hands had actually burned to the bones, and under the green fire, it was an extremely white color.

It's just that Cheng Lu turned a blind eye, looked at Qingxi in a daze, and looked at his own eyes reflected in the stream.

The dark pupils were empty.

It's just that Cheng Lu always felt as if he had seen a sword coming from the sky, smashing down the world like a bright moon.

Heavenly people, mountain moon.

Cheng Lu narrowed his eyes, and only then did he see an extremely small sword mark from the extreme depths of his pupils.

It was also at this time that Liuyun Sword Cultivator discovered that in the depths of his pupils, there were many tiny beads of blood surging towards the outside.

If you hear it, you will be hurt, and if you see it, you will die.

Some people listen to the wind, and some people spy on the sword fire.

So it was the tip of the iceberg.

Cheng Lu closed his eyes and didn't look at the sword mark in his eyes again, but just sat with a horizontal sword, and a sword wind gradually rose around him.

There are thousands of sword intents in the clear stream, which are like tiny fishes that are held out by the sword wind, surrounding such a sword cultivator, turning into countless clear streams, pouring down, like a belated rain in the autumn world.

Of course, the sword fire needs to be extinguished by the rain of swords.

The fire on the sword in his knee finally began to slowly subside.

Cheng Lu's expression was calm, and he began to breathe in the vitality between heaven and earth.

The sound of the waves of the Daohai rises faintly.

Under the white plum tree, the body of the Taoist finally rolled down to the bank of the stream, and fell down with a thud, bringing up a pool of snow-white waves, which sank and slowly flowed away with the body of the Taoist.

They are bound to fail.

And it has been won.

They have been victorious.

But it is bound to fail.

......

The land of Pingchuan ten miles outside the pass.

The Taoist stood on a stone on the side of the road, looked at it with his head probed, and then walked down the stone very melancholy, looked back at the little boy who was roasting some game there to eat, and sighed and said: "Lu Xiaosan, Lu Xiaosan, do you know that because of your greed, Uncle Shi and I missed something?" ”

The little boy who was eating with a mouth full of oil raised his head in confusion, looked at Le Chaotian and said, "What? ”

The pine cone also looked at it.

Le Chaotian looked at the two of them for a long time, waved his hand, and said, "Forget it, let's eat, let's eat." ”

Lu Xiaosan lowered his head blankly, nibbling on the meat that looked like a cat, but was very fierce and didn't know what it was.

It wasn't until the young boy saw the world in the distance that the vegetation was gradually thinning out, that he realized that the three of them had unconsciously walked outside the gate.

Le Chaotian seemed to be looking for something.

Lu Xiaosan only knew this, but what it was, the little boy didn't know.

When this Taoist borrowed a sword from a young man in a green dress, probably the young man didn't remember it.

It's like he often doesn't remember that he had a little dirt dog.

But fortunately, the little earth dog has learned to follow Lu Xiaosan everywhere, maybe disappear all of a sudden, and after a while, he will never know which grass with a dogtail grass in it.

Lu Xiaosan really didn't be harsh on such a little earth dog, he had a chicken leg to eat, so he had to give it a wing tip.

When Lu Xiaosan was gnawing on the meat that he didn't know what it was called, the little earth dog grass that didn't know where he had gone was waving his tail again, and jumped out with blades of grass all over his body.

probably smelled the aroma of barbecue, and jumped over like a trumpet Lu Xiaosan.

It's a pity that when I walked on the road, I was cut off by Le Chaotian and fished away.

Lu Xiaosan heard the dog barking just now, and when he turned around, he found that it was gone, and he thought that he had heard it wrong.

looked at it again, and it turned out that he was carried away by Le Chaotian.

"Uncle, where are you going?"

Lu Xiaosan asked in surprise.

Le Chaotian walked there slowly holding the grass for the firefly, and said, "Go to the front and have a look, don't leave it for me." ”

Lu Xiaosan hugged the thigh bone and took a big bite, and said with a snort: "Who wants to leave it for you." ”

Lu Xiaosan forgot what the thing he ate was called, so he turned his head to look at the pine cone that was gnawing on the big cat's head.

"Uncle Shi, what's this thing called, what are you going to do?"

Songguo was also stunned for a moment, and the tendon he was pulling tightly collapsed, just like the little demon's serious thoughts.

After a long time, Songguo hesitated and said, "Relic? ”

Although Lu Xiaosan felt that it was not right, he seemed to vaguely remember that it was this thing.

But no matter how this sounds, it seems to be something related to Luming's Buddhism.

Isn't Kanwai the birthplace of the Great Dao?

The boy fell into deep thought.

......

Of course, Le Chaotian came to find his butterfly love flower.

It's just that the Daoist calculated it, and he didn't expect that such a sword would be thrown here by a sword cultivator behind the Heavenly Gate, and it happened to fall in front of such a black-clothed sword cultivator.

This made Le Chaotian very regretful.

Could this be the one who planted a tree before and the later who enjoyed the shade?

The Taoist walked a long way, stood on a hill somewhere, squatted down, and looked at such a sword cultivator who was sitting quietly in front of the small view of Meixi for a long time.

The little earth dog may have sensed something, and at first it was a little resistant to Le Chaotian's embrace, but when it also saw the sword in the distance that was across the knee of a certain sword cultivator, it suddenly quieted down, and after a while, it began to whimper in a low voice again.

Le Chaotian raised his hand and stroked the little earth dog's head.

"People always have to die."

The Taoist whispered.

"What has a mind, always has to die."

"What lasts long will surely perish."

Maybe the stone won't be an exception.

The little earth dog just barked softly and licked the back of the Taoist's hand.

Le Chaotian lowered his head, looked at the earth dog in his arms, and said softly, "Do you want to go and see?" ”

"Wangwang."

Le Chaotian just smiled slightly and shook his head.

"Forget it, since it has fallen in front of him, it is naturally his. Let's just take a look from afar. ”

"Wangwang."

"Why take it back? No one will occupy anything in the world for long. The mountain wind and autumn moon, waiting for a hundred generations in the world, the great river in the world, whose name must be written? We don't look at 10,000 years, we only look at our own fleeting days. ”

"Woohoo."

"Is there anything you can't let go? Be a man and be a dog, you like a bone, you don't have to take it away, you love to eat, do you want to say that the fat man, you come over and give me a bubble to eat? Life cannot be forced. ”

"Woohoo."

Le Chaotian looked down at the little earth dog in his arms with a sad face, but the little dog who always had a smile in the past had some teeth grinning on his face.

The Taoist pondered for a long time before finally realizing that he had stepped on the tail of the little earth dog.

Le Chaotian was very embarrassed and got the tail of the grass for fireflies out from under his shoes, and said softly: "Okay, I admit it, I don't want to let go." Is there any untouched person in the world? When I listen to the copper coins falling all over the hillside, my heart is filled with joy, and it is a kind of rich happiness. Not to mention the sword used by such a senior, of course I can't let go. ”

The little earth dog jumped out of the Taoist's arms, turned around and went in the direction of landing Xiaosan, only ran for a while, but stopped again, stood on the path full of bleak grass blades, and looked back at the direction of such a distant Meixi Xiaoguan.

There are no such people or things in the world.

In everything, there is always a tie.

Le Chaotian looked at the little earth dog quietly, and then stood up and looked at such a streamside sword cultivator for a long time.

After a long time, Le Chaotian said softly to himself: "Forget it, give it to you." ”

It's the same as saying to Lu Xiaosan at the beginning that let's eat.

The Taoist turned around and left here very melancholy.

On the banks of Baimei Creek.

The black-clothed short-haired sword cultivator sat there quietly, the sword fire in the once ignited Divine Sea had all been extinguished, and a lot of vitality water gradually flowed from the Dao Sea.

There are very few people in this world.

Naturally, the vitality of heaven and earth here may be more abundant.

Cheng Lu is very close to breaking the realm.

It's just that he doesn't know that at a certain moment, his fate is suspended, like a leaf falling in the wind, and he doesn't know where it will fall.

He didn't know that on the hilt of the long sword whose fire had been extinguished, there was a very inconspicuous white hair, which was blown down into the clear stream by the wind after the Taoist left, and went with the stream.

What the divination operator said in Daze is naturally right.

No matter how generous and resolute people in the world are, they will eventually have selfish desires.

When Chen Yunxi coldly scolded his disciple in the autumn rain of the Qingtian Dao Mountain Road twenty years ago, how could it not be a kind of anger that hated iron but not steel?

......

When a certain sword wind blew through the world outside the gate, the Taoist finally walked back from a distance slowly.

The little boy stood there with a solemn expression on his back, carrying a big stick and a gourd, looking into the distance, completely unaware that the bone in his hand had fallen into the mouth of the little earth dog.

"Uncle Shi, such a vision, could it be that some strange treasure was born?"

The little boy was very cautious.

Always ready to summon the sword light in the sky like autumn water, cleansing the world and restoring clarity.

Le Chaotian just smiled slightly and said, "What's the treasure?" ”

Lu Xiaosan frowned and said, "Then what is this?" ”

Le Chaotian looked back at the direction where the sword wind was blowing, and there was a sword light in the distance, passing between heaven and earth, and falling to the world very quickly.

The Taoist looked at it for a long time, then turned back with regret, and said with a soft smile: "That is your uncle's missed dream of youth." ”

“......”

"There is a sword to cultivate outside the gate and enter the avenue, there is nothing to see, if you want to be chopped in half by his sword, you can also go and join in the fun."

Lu Xiaojian Immortal shrunk his neck, and hurriedly shook his head and said, "Then forget it." ”

Songguo was a little speechless on the side, and Lu Xiaosan looked at her suspiciously.

"What do you want to say?"

Songguo hesitated for a long time before softly saying, "It's over." ”

Lu Xiaosan's expression tightened, and he hurriedly asked, "What's over, why is it over?" ”

Songguo stretched out his hand and pointed to the big stick bone in Lu Xiaosan's hand.

Lu Xiaosan looked down.

It's really over.

The flesh on the bones has been gnawed clean by the little earth dog grass for fireflies.

At this moment, the angry little boy returned to the realm of sword immortals in the world.

"Here comes the sword! The grass is a firefly, you dog thief, stop for Lao Tzu! ”

The little earth dog staggered to the ground and went to the miscanthus outside the gate.

The little earth dog who is a thief is, of course, a dog thief.

Le Chaotian smiled softly and watched Lu Xiaosan chase the earth dog, and looked at it for a long time, but suddenly turned around and looked further north outside the gate.

After looking at it for a long time, the smile on this Taoist man's face gradually subsided, and it turned into a very flat look.

"It's naturally easy to get out of customs. But if you want to come back, it's probably not that simple. ”

Songguo felt as if he had heard something, turned his head to look at Le Chaotian who was standing there, hesitated a little, and asked, "What was Uncle Shi talking about just now?" ”

Le Chaotian turned his head and said with a slight smile: "It's nothing." ”

As he spoke, the Taoist took a step and headed towards the southwest.

"It's been so long, let's go see the snow."

......

The eleven-stacked sword cultivation was not conspicuous, and among the many sword cultivators who carried the sword, it seemed extremely ordinary.

It is sometimes difficult for people in the world to imagine that such an ordinary looking old man would be a character like Bai Yuyu one step further.

Even Jiang Ye didn't think about it.

When this Nine Realms Sword Cultivator took over the sugar and oil baba from him countless times, he never thought that such an old man who was shrinking in the alley outside the Sword Garden in Nanyi City all day long would also use a good sword.

When he was in Huaidu, this sword cultivator was the last to come.

When Jiang Ye was still in Nanyi City, he once discussed such a problem with Mei Quming very seriously.

Is the old man in the alley once a senior brother of the Sword Sect, or is he just a worldly man who has died of old age in the years.

He thought it was a question that would not be answered.

It's just that of course, there is no question without answers in the world.

The old man's name is Song Qi.

Whether it's true or not, or not, no one probably knows.

But his sword has a good name.

It's called Shenyun.

It was a heavy sword, and it looked like a piece of black firewood under a frying pan, very porcelain, and could burn all day.

It was such a sword, and Zihuai cut out the sword mark that went straight into the desert.

Even Jiang Ye and the others never thought that this old sword cultivator, who everyone was not familiar with, would be so simple.

Even Kamigawa hadn't even spoken.

The heavy black sword had already come out of its sheath from behind Song Qi, and a sword slashed down towards Huaidu.

The world should indeed rejoice, rejoice that their majesty is really high.

Otherwise, even if that sword didn't really fall, it would be enough to make the entire Huai be completely destroyed in those overflowing sword intents.

When Cheng Lu broke through the realm outside the gate, the sword intent sword wind diffused from the sword falling from the sky was naturally noticed by these sword cultivators walking in the desert.

In the wind and sand, all the sword cultivators stopped, and looked over there in surprise.

Jiang Ye stood there with squinted eyes.

Those sword intents scattered to the world naturally did not only mean swords.

There is also the meaning of a certain sword cultivator's divine sea.

As a sword cultivator of the same generation as Cheng Lu, Jiang Ye was certainly no stranger to such a person from the Liuyun Sword Sect who was as famous as Zhang Xiaoyu.

Maybe it's a little embarrassing.

After all, from this moment on, Jiang Ye is no longer Cheng Lu's senior brother, but a junior brother.

In the past hundred years in the world, some stories have alternated in some hurried years.

Jiang Ye stood there with the sword on his back and looked back for a long time, but for some reason, he was relieved.

When he turned around, he found that the eleven-stacked senior brother Song Qi was standing behind him, and he was smiling very much there.

"Cheng Lu has also entered the avenue."

Of course, the people of Nanyi City have heard of such a name.

That kind of smile may be very sincere, but Jiang Ye's heart is extremely heavy - that kind of mood began after the night in Huaidu.

This Nine Realms Sword Cultivator looked at Song Qi for a long time, looking at this old man who had been selling sugar and oil in Nanyi City for many years.

It took a long time before he asked softly, "What does Senior Brother want to do?" ”

The smile on Song Qi's face was very old and sincere.

"What lasts long will surely perish."

This sword cultivator, who was older than Zhuang Baiyi, carried such a heavy sword with his name re-engraved, and walked towards the depths of the desert.

Outside the gate is the place where the avenue was born, and it is also the place where Nanyi was buried.

"I want to make three swords too."

This old sword cultivator said very sincerely.

He waited all his life, perhaps just to wait for such a sentence.