The autumn breeze in Lingnan is gradually returning to September 103 in the Great Wind Calendar.

After Liu Qinghe left that day, he really didn't come back.

Lu Xiaoer stayed alone in Lingnan and continued to dig his grave.

Only this time, the little boy dug an empty tomb.

It was near the Tianya Sword Sect, and even the tombstone had already been written.

It is called Lingnan Xiaobaiya Sword Sect, the tomb of Lu Xiaoer.

After the tombstone was inscribed, it was planted diagonally by the young man on the new soil that had been dug up.

Lu Xiaoer wasn't sure if such a Taoist would come.

Therefore, when he excavated the grave, he always kept a sword intent, rubbing the rudiments of such a sword in the sea of gods.

It's just that the Taoist didn't wait, but this little boy waited for another boy first.

Fu Jiangnan, who came with Bai Yujing on his back in the twilight.

......

Fu Jiangnan carried the white jade jing on his back and looked at the graves in the mountains in a daze.

Although he had always known that the sword cultivators who remained in Lingnan had died cleanly.

It's just that when those graves with broken swords appeared in front of this young man's eyes, he still stood there in great shock.

Life is certainly not a number.

Eighty thousand sword cultivation or ten thousand sword cultivation.

Speaking of which, of course, it is never as sad as seeing the remnants of the sword of the Wind Cliff or the graves that are all over the mountain.

Fu Jiangnan has been standing by the Wind Creek for a long time.

This is the place where most of the Lingnan sword cultivators ate their last hot pot.

It is also the place where the vast majority of Lingnan sword cultivators wield their last sword.

So it is a matter of course that this place has become the place with the most graves.

When Lu Xiaoer began to decide to dig the grave, it was here that he stayed for the longest time before slowly walking towards the depths of the green mountains.

This young man from the Hanging Courtyard sometimes thinks that if he had rejected the recommendation of the scholar who was killed by the bow of Dayi, what kind of state of mind would he have in such a story?

He was a little surprised.

That's something that can't be traced back anymore.

The boy then carried his sword on his back, and with a complicated and painful feeling, he slowly walked through the graveyards like a very devout believer.

And with that comes a huge question.

That is, who are the people who have erected such graves for these sword cultivators who died in battle in Lingnan?

When Fu Jiangnan crossed the riverside, among the yellow leaves that kept falling, he looked at those graves seriously.

There are often sword marks in the dirt at the edge of the tomb, so the person who digs the grave is probably a sword cultivator.

The words on the tombstone are very general, probably a person who excavates the grave can only barely recognize which Sword Sect people in Lingnan this is, but cannot know their specific names.

So probably these tombstones were not excavated by those left behind in Lingnan, and they probably wouldn't be ready to dig their graves when they heard the wind.

Fu Jiangnan could guess that only some sword cultivators who had left Lingnan and didn't have time to catch up with the war, after returning to their homeland, looked at the devastation of the mountains, and with guilt, they buried everyone's bodies little by little.

Of course, it may not be Lingnan Sword Cultivation.

Any sword cultivator in the world has such a possibility.

As the world often says, Lingnan is stupid, but it is worthy of admiration.

Such a number of swords of the southern green mountains are certainly worthy of the world to prepare a final place for them.

Fu Jiangnan's speculation was not settled until he listened to the mountain stream west of Fengxi.

When Fu Jiangnan saw the cluster of peach blossoms and the grave next to the peach blossoms, he faintly realized something.

So he climbed the mountain stream in silence.

When this young sword cultivator saw that line of Lingnan, Tianya Sword Sect, and the tomb of Chu Waist.

Just like the little boy who dug up the grave.

The teenager also felt that some of the pain was extremely real and extremely suffocating.

Chu Yuan didn't come back at the beginning.

Only Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong came back.

Fu Jiangnan knew that this senior sister was actually a sword cultivator of the Human Sword Sect, and she didn't come much earlier than herself.

I probably have some very lucky thoughts in my heart.

For example, this Tsing Yi woman sword cultivator, because of the identity of the Sword Sect in the world, although she was seriously injured, she also survived - he once guessed that these tombs in Lingnan were erected by Chu's waist.

Unfortunately, it is not.

The tomb of Chu Waist stood quietly on the side of the mountain stream.

And those graves that are gradually thinning are still spreading towards the green mountains.

Fu Jiangnan stood there for a long time with Bai Yujing on his back, looking at this mountain stream grave for a long time, then took a deep breath and looked up farther away.

The Chu waist realm is in Lingnan, which can be regarded as very high.

When the 10,000 sword cultivators in Lingnan resisted the enemy, they couldn't find a few sword cultivators in the small Dao realm.

It's just that such a woman in Tsing Yi is probably not famous.

After all, she wasn't a Lingnan sword cultivator before.

Fu Jiangnan quietly looked at the west of Qingshan, which was a cemetery with a clear purpose.

When the young man came from Nanyi City, he also walked such a nearby mountain road, heading towards the west, such a sword sect hidden in the green mountains.

So, is that an uncle, or a brother?

The young man saluted in front of the grave, and then took his sword and walked in that direction.

......

Lu Xiaoer was digging a grave in a green mountain somewhere outside the Tianya Sword Sect when he suddenly stopped.

Raise your head and look at the green mountains, somewhere there are mountain birds flying away with fallen leaves.

The young man watched silently for a long time, then lowered his head and calmly dug out the last corner of the tomb.

It's just that the extremely broken body, maybe it took a long time to crawl across the green mountains and want to return to the sword cultivation of the sect.

Lu Xiaoer whispered very regretfully.

"I may not have time to help you bury, uncle."

"Wait, maybe some kind people will come and see the grave and the bones, maybe they will want to put you in the ground."

The young man turned, wiped the dirt from the sword in the crook of his arm, and then sheathed the sword and strode away.

......

Fu Jiangnan just walked out of the green mountain.

Then there was a sword roar.

The young man raised his head in surprise, obviously taken aback by the sword light that passed through the green mountains extremely quickly.

He didn't expect that he would encounter such a sword light with murderous intent here.

A teenager who lacks actual combat experience, although he has heard Zhang Xiaoyu's kendo obscene lessons.

It's just that no one has seen it, so it's naturally difficult to be obscene.

In fact, Fu Jiangnan didn't finally come back to his senses until the sword light passed through the forest, cut off a dead leaf, and appeared in front of him, and the sword didn't have time to be drawn, so he raised his hand to hold the scabbard, then ripped it off, grabbed the sword and held it in front of him.

In an extremely crisp sound, the young man was caught off guard, and the whole person was slashed backwards by the sword that was wrapped in sword intent, and slammed into a mountain rock, before finally stopping.

Fu Jiangnan's realm is not low among teenagers.

Although the recommended quota of the Hanging Xue Academy, there are not always some people like Yun Zhusheng or Gu Wenzhi.

But it's always on top of talent, and it's reasonable.

This young man already knows the water and is about to get out.

It's just that he learns swords every day, and he's never really seen some sword cultivation battles.

always thought that the sword cultivators in the world would always come with a sword, and finally politely said the word please - after all, they are always like this in the canyon deciduous sword test.

is because in an unguarded situation, that sword is actually not much different from Fu Jiangnan's realm, but it makes this young man suffer a lot.

Fu Jiangnan grabbed Bai Yujing and rolled down from the stone, and he was a little dizzy for a while.

finally stood up with his sword, and when he saw that the mountains and forests were empty, and the sword light was missing, he suddenly woke up.

The cultivation of sword intent, the sword is not visible, it is not a good thing, it is visible.

The boy finally calmed down in the middle of the mountains and forests.

Although his body was still a little trembling, he still clenched the scabbard in his hand, pinched the sword technique, and the sword intent came out from the Shenhai, turning into the third hand of the sword cultivator, holding Bai Yujing's sword hilt, and then with a bang, he pulled out the sheath, and also passed through this deciduous mountain forest, following the trajectory of Fang Cai's sword, chasing away.

.....

In fact, Fu Jiangnan thought a little too much.

When Lu Xiaoer stood in the green mountains and sent a sword to the mountains and forests, when he heard the sound coming from there, the young man realized that he had guessed wrong.

It wasn't Li Shi who came, but a certain sword cultivator.

The little boy came all the way, and of course he knew very well the difference between the various ringing sounds in the sword and the sword.

His sword probably landed on the scabbard of a sword cultivator who was caught off guard.

So the little boy's sword was quickly put back, and although it was not sheathed, it was also held in his hand, intending to see who was in the woods over there.

It's just that although the little boy's sword was recovered, it was obvious that the sword cultivated by the sword in the forest was unsheathed.

Of course, Fu Jiangnan could guess the realm of sword cultivation in the green mountains from that sword.

It's not too high, it's not on par with yourself.

It's just that for some reason, in terms of the sword intent realm, such a sword has formed a crushing advantage against Jiangnan.

This made this young sword cultivator, who was personally recommended by the prime minister to Lingnan, faintly unconvinced.

Therefore, that sword came out with all its might, wrapped in sword intent, dragging a faint sword fire, passing through the twilight mountains and forests, and following the trail.

Lu Xiaoer looked at that sword, and he was also a little annoyed at first.

It's just that when the sword light got closer and closer, the little boy showed an extremely shocked look.

The realm of a teenager and a young boy is not far away.

This sword is naturally very deterrent to Lu Xiaoer.

If you carry the sword with your body.

Probably the grave that Lu Xiaoer dug for himself can really come in handy.

It's just that Lu Xiaoer didn't take out his sword, nor did he dodge, he just stood there in a daze, but like some crazy woman waiting to return, he slowly stretched out his hand towards the sword light.

Bai Yujing, who was wrapped in Ling Ran's sword intent, paused abruptly in the twilight of the green mountains.

Fu Jiangnan stood in the middle of the mountain forest, looking at the sword that suddenly stopped, and fell into an incomprehensible emotion.

The young man couldn't even hold the sword trick in his hand, and he was stunned together.

Until he heard a very slight, very young voice coming out of the green hills.

"Heavenly Bai Yujing."

It's just these five words, and nothing else.

So that kind of sword, that kind of sword with a lot of fierce sword lake sword intent, was cut off from Fu Jiangnan.

The look of surprise on the young man's face gradually turned into a natural emotion when he heard such a sentence.

Heavenly White Yujing.

This is a poem by a young man in a green dress.

But it is also a sword technique unique to the Tianya Sword Sect.

Fu Jiangnan came to his senses, and did not fight with such a young voice for control of Bai Yujing, holding the scabbard, limping towards the outside of the mountain forest that was constantly sprinkled with fallen leaves because of the sword intent.

Bai Yujing fell in the twilight to the mountainside of Qingshan not far away.

Fu Jiangnan stopped at the edge of the mountain forest, followed the long sword, and landed on the young man who was standing there quietly, looking at the sword in front of him.

Despite the distance.

But Fu Jiangnan still recognized at a glance who such a little boy was.

After all, the sword technique of the Tianya Sword Sect is still so good-looking.

In the whole world, there is only Lu Xiaoer.

Fu Jiangnan stood at the edge of the forest and breathed a long sigh of relief, only then did he feel the very sharp tearing pain in his body caused by inheriting a sword.

So the older boy, with his sword in his scabbard, sat down slowly under the tree at the edge of the forest, with some pained looks on his face, but also some very relieved smiles.

"Second Senior Brother."

......

Lu Xiaoer actually didn't like to be called the second senior brother all the time.

Every time he heard such a name, he always felt that he had grown a pig's head.

But the little boy was obviously born so good-looking.

So Lu Xiaosan, they never called the second senior brother.

Only Chu Waist can call it, such a babbling sword cultivator, maybe with those later juniors and disciples to call it so.

Fu Jiangnan's voice was not loud.

It's just like Lu Xiaoer's murmur, 'Heavenly White Yujing' can be distinguished by Fu Jiangnan from the sound of those breezy leaves in this silent green mountain.

This little young man who was looking at Bai Yujing in front of him and whispered softly as if he had found an old friend, also heard the second senior brother who was very slight and very pleased.

Lu Xiaoer lowered his head and looked towards the forest between the mountains.

At last he saw the boy sitting under the tree.

Lu Xiaoer didn't know such a teenager.

It's just that the grass and trees in the world are withered.

There will always be something new that will appear in the old field.

Lu Xiaoer knew.

That is the new disciple of the Tianya Sword Sect after he left Lingnan.

His own junior brother.

For some reason, Lu Xiaoer suddenly knelt down in the green mountains with his Xiwu sword.

This strong boy dug up a piece of cemetery forest alone in the green mountains.

At the moment, he put his head against the sword, but he couldn't cry.

Lu Xiaoer is also about to get out of the customs.

But he said it in the end.

Of course, he was only a thirteen-year-old boy.

Fu Jiangnan sat there and rested quietly.

Of course he heard that cry.

It's just that the little boy's sword is stronger than his sword.

So he can only cultivate.

Wait for the little boy to come over by himself.

I can tell him some stories about Lingnan.