A strand of white hair fluttering between the fingers is naturally weak.

It's just that there are only a handful of people in the world who can catch such a strand of gray hair.

Cong Xin used to stay quietly in the Sword Sect garden as a little girl.

Just like Liu Qinghe, the lord of Huaidu Heavenly Hell, probably not many people know what it is like for such a woman who finally became cold and hardened after the Sword Sect in the world existed in name only.

Even if it's Li Shi, he won't know.

Even if the fate seen is two feet nine, it is also two feet nine after all.

Li Shi did not take it lightly, turned into a Dao wind and disappeared in front of the wooden door, then raised his hand to pull out a white hair from the Dao bun, and pointed it out.

Just like when I was in Huaidu.

The Taoist quietly handed out the white-haired sword, and looked at the woman standing on the edge of the cliff with great seriousness.

So how will the seniors respond?

I don't know how the seniors will deal with it, but Cong Xin must not like to be called seniors.

Even if you think about it, you can't think about it, and it's sinful to think about it.

There were many peach blossoms around the hollowed out sword, and the moment it landed on the forest road, it quickly turned back and landed in Cong Xin's hands.

This peach-clothed woman was indeed not a sword cultivator.

Even now, it's not a good sword cultivation.

Even if it was Li Shi, it could be seen that her posture of holding the sword was very strange and rusty.

Cong Xin held a long sword in his hand, and in front of the horizontal sword, there was no sword intent around his body - such a peach branch sword, the peach branch sword that carried the sword intent of the three generations of the sect masters of the human sword sect, was left in Li Die's hand by Cong Xin, this is just an extremely ordinary sword.

In just an instant, thousands of demonic powers overflowed from around such a peach-clothed woman, attaching to the long sword.

So the horizontal sword.

So he cut down.

Li Shi's eyes narrowed suddenly.

The two fingers of the sword were suddenly released, allowing the white hair to move forward, and then turned into an extremely sharp sword intent.

The peach blossoms flew endlessly, and at the moment when the two swords intersected, they were swept away by the mighty air current, falling all over such a silent green mountain.

The sword intent from Chen Yunxi was directly smashed by such a woman who had no sword intent, and instantly turned into a vast vitality, diffusing between heaven and earth.

Li Shi took advantage of those sword winds to retreat and landed on the wind corridor of the small building, looking deeply at such a woman who was older than most people in the world.

This peach tree of the Human Sword Sect was first known to the world when it was in Cong Zhongxiao as the sect master.

It's just that when she was planted, probably only she and such a sword cultivator who died in the East China Sea for 490,000 miles will know.

The Taoist faced the sword wind, and his Taoist robe swaggered non-stop, and the small building kept clanging loudly.

One rope had been blown away by the wind and rain, and it broke in the current.

A bag of money fell in front of Li Shi so simply, maybe it was too much, and the moment it landed, it burst the bag, like a drain, gurgling and rolling beside the Taoist.

In that kind of voice that made Le Chaotian feel happy, there were words that the Taoist was very amazed.

"It turns out that it's not just Liu Qinghe, seniors, you are the same."

Cong Xin withdrew his sword unfamiliarly, clinging to his back, a waterfall of green silk still falling quietly, looking up at such a Taoist.

"It's different."

The peach-clothed woman looked at the Taoist calmly and said.

"If you don't cause so many disasters in the world, Cong Xin will only swing in such a Sword Sect garden for the rest of your life."

The Daoist's expression also calmed down, and he looked at Cong Xin and asked, "Who knows?" ”

There was silence on the peach blossom cliff in the depths of the green mountains.

The Taoist's voice paused for a moment, and he continued: "The joys and sorrows of the world are not connected, and the thoughts of the world are not the same. The world is not the same, seniors. What is said today may change tomorrow. ”

Cong Xin said calmly: "Ever since you were killed by the white clothes of the eight hundred gates, you have always become suspicious. ”

Heroes don't mention the courage of the year, and after a thousand years, of course, they should not always grasp the things of a thousand years ago.

Although people in the world often tell such a story, just telling such a thing in front of Taoists is probably always a bit ruthless.

It's just that Li Shi can understand it.

After all, Cong Blade's death has nothing to do with them.

It's just that Li Shi also can't understand it.

This Taoist didn't care about Cong Xin's sarcasm, but also talked about an incident in the East China Sea.

"So at the beginning, Donghai could have two bush blades."

Li Shi looked at Cong Xin very puzzled and asked.

"Why was Zhang Xiaoyu still able to kill such a Sword Sect senior?"

Cong Xin said calmly: "You should ask him, not me." What's more, you're not destiny two-foot-nine? ”

The Taoist was silent for a while, and said softly: "There are too many things in the world, in fact, they are in this two feet nine. ”

Even Li Shi has to admit that Cong Blade's explanation of the fate of the three feet is almost irrefutable.

There are seniors in the first three feet.

It's the same with two feet nine on the head.

The leaf in the palm of the senior's hand, who can know whether it is broken or not?

Cong Xin looked at such a Taoist very suddenly, and asked slowly: "Do you know why Cong Blade said that fate is three feet, not fate four feet, or five feet?" ”

Li Shi's gaze slowly moved down, falling on the sword in the hand of such a peach-clothed woman.

The swords of sword cultivation in the world, although they have different shapes and lengths, but to put it simply, they are actually about three feet.

So Li Shi sighed and said, "Because the sword in your hand is just three feet." Even if it is such a decision, after it is broken, it is not too short. ”

Three feet in the world, probably the truth of sword cultivation.

"But Lingnan is more than three feet away from Nanyi City, senior."

Cong Xin said calmly: "When I was already standing in Lingnan, I had the final say on how long three feet was. ”

Although such a woman is not a serious sword cultivator.

It's just that after all, he has been in the Human Sword Sect for so many years.

Naturally, he will also talk about some sword cultivation principles.

Li Shi was silent for a while, and said slowly: "But the question is, why should the seniors care about such a three-foot? ”

The peach-clothed woman stood in the mountain wind with her sword and said calmly, "Because I am also a man of the world." ”

This is probably the most irrefutable truth.

Even if they once let Zhang Xiaoyu burn the mountain fire all over the south.

But in fact, in their hearts, the demon clan is of course also a human being.

It's something that's been subtle for thousands of years.

Maybe it's a different world.

But after all, it's the world.

The Taoist was silent, looking down at the thousands of peach blossoms blooming on the cliff, and then looked up at the woman on the edge of the cliff.

"Senior really wants to stop me?"

Cong Xin sneered and said, "Could it be that you can still call Chen Yunxi?" ”

Li Shi sighed and said, "It's really not, it's just a senior, he can go." ”

He can go.

This is a sentence that no matter how you look at it, there is no beginning or end.

It's just that Cong Xin was stunned and turned his head to look at the peach blossoms on the cliff.

Thousands of peach blossoms are derived from such a cluster of wooden cylinders, which is also the reason why Cong Xin could directly disappear in Nanyi City and appear in Lingnan at that time.

Her roots are in the Sword Sect Garden, and they can also be in Lingnan.

It's just that after Li Shi finished saying that he could go, those peach blossoms suddenly began to wither, and at first, it was a peach blossom that probed in front of Li Shi, the petals curled, and the color was no longer distinct, turning into a kind of black and brown, as if it had been burned by a fire.

The demonic power in Cong Xin's body also seems to be slowly decaying, maybe it will take a long time to decay to the point where the injured Li Shi can defeat it, but such a scene is undoubtedly shocking.

The peach blossoms began to decay, Cong Xin looked up at such a Taoist, was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "Where did Chen Yunxi go?" ”

Li Shi turned his head to look at the peach blossoms that were beginning to wither, and said softly, "I don't know, senior, but I guess, he must be in the Sword Sect Garden." ”

......

After Li Die left Cong Xin, he squatted on the garden path for a long time, and finally began to give up the idea of going to Lingnan, and honestly returned to Jianping to practice swords.

He didn't know what was wrong at first, until a peach blossom landed on the sword he had stabbed.

The child looked at the peach blossom on the tip of the sword in amazement.

The peach blossoms in the garden of the Sword Sect are naturally not unusual.

Even in the winter snow, peach blossoms can still be seen everywhere here.

It's just that those peach blossoms, even if they fall, are still bright, like fat red.

And not that black-brown look.

Li Die became nervous, hurriedly collected the sword recipe, and ran towards a pool with the sword in his hand.

As soon as he entered a pool, the child stopped there in a daze.

On the peach tree on the bank of the brook bridge, countless peach blossoms seemed to be dead, falling one after another, spilling all over the ground, like a black snow.

Li Die suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Lingnan.

Could it be that something happened to Cong Xin?

.....

The man is in his thirties.

Dressed in a very ordinary and simple dress, it looks like a Taoist robe, but it is not fluttery, but it looks a little short, which can be seen from the wrist exposed under the sleeve.

So this is probably a sword cultivator.

Of course, it's not people with short sleeves who are sword cultivators.

The reason is simple.

Because he had a sword in his hand.

This is the Nanyi City of the 20th year of the new calendar in Huai'an.

Twenty years have passed since Nanyi was seriously injured in such a city, and that His Majesty has also lived in Huaidu for twenty years.

People who talk about riding horses and leaning on the bridge and full of red sleeves are often not chic in their hearts.

Because the preceding sentence of such a sentence is.

Now I remember Jiang Nanle, when I was young and thin.

How can a thirty-year-old person be described as young?

Therefore, riding a horse and leaning on the bridge, full of red sleeves, probably many years ago.

Therefore, such a sword cultivator's clothes are simple, such a sword cultivator's eyebrows and eyes are calm, and there seems to be some sorrow in the calm.

This sword cultivator is holding the sword, and he is seriously carving some rockeries there, and the stones are all dug by him from the Youhuang Mountain Range, although he rode a horse and leaned on the bridge back then, but now, probably such a sword cultivator, it is indeed a bit overstretched.

So he had to do many things himself.

Even his own disciple, who likes to imitate his own junior brother, his senior uncle, and the disciple who wears white clothes, sometimes sneeringly about such a thing.

When Xieqiao thought of this, he turned his head and glanced at his disciple.

The boy was looking at the flowers on the side of the road on the bank of the diagonal bridge and creek somewhere in the garden, as if full of sighs, like a poet who had achieved nothing, muttering something there.

Xieqiao originally wanted his disciple to do these things.

It's just that Cong Zhong laughed at this person, except for the good name, it was useless.

Xieqiao thought to himself, you are not white, you learned him to wear white, you learned that he was lazy, and you can't learn the talent of the ninth junior brother, what is the use of learning and learning?

The diagonal bridge shook his head helplessly, turned back, and was about to continue carving such a rockery, but suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked at the newly excavated pond that had no name.

There was a sword cultivator there, who had just arrived, from the north - the Sword Sect did not have a gate or a wall, and the diagonal bridge was bankrupt to buy this piece of land, thanks to the fact that he was also a rich kid before he went up the cliff.

Chen Yunxi is also very young this year, only twenty-four years old, and Li Queyi is a little older than him, probably about twenty-five years old.

Without the age of twenty-five, these practitioners certainly do not hide in the green mountains, but walk in the world with great freedom.

This is the world where the Great Dao was born for a thousand years.

Everything is novel, of course.

There are a hundred flowers blooming in the world, not only sword cultivators, not only Taoists, sometimes when you go far, you can see that kind of strange cultivators.

Therefore, the shoes of Chen Yunxi of Baiyun Qingxi are also like the banks of a clear stream, which are moist, with many blades of grass and soil.

Xieqiao glanced at this sword cultivator, then turned his head, naturally not ignoring it, but calling the young man who was watching the flowers on the side of the road.

"Cong Zhong laughs, the guests are here, don't look at it, go pour a cup of tea."

Cong Zhongxiao was a little reluctant, but after all, the Sword Sect still wanted some face, so he still stood up lazily with the sword on his back, turned his head, and when he saw such a sword cultivator who was smiling very warmly, he was stunned for a moment, and said as if it was a little incredible: "Uncle Chen? ”

Uncle Chen, of course.

After all, the diagonal bridge went out of the high cliff, and Cong Zhongxiao had to lower his rank as a young Sanjian.

Chen Yunxi smiled slightly, nodded towards Cong Zhongxiao, and then held his sword and practiced towards the sword that was carving the rockery.

"Chen Yunxi of the Liuyun Sword Sect, I have seen Senior Brother Xieqiao."

The diagonal bridge nodded calmly, still immersed in the carving of the rockery.

Cong Zhong laughed lazily, but after all, it was the uncle of the Liuyun Sword Sect who came, and he always had to be serious, this young man carried the sword on his back and went to a certain house behind the garden, and after a while, he came over with a cup of hot tea and handed it to Chen Yunxi very dignifiedly.

"Uncle Shi drinks tea."

"Thank you."

Chen Yunxi laughed softly, took the cup of tea, and looked around at such a Sword Sect that had a short history and was even very short-lived, and seemed to be very curious.

The diagonal bridge carved with rockeries there glanced at Chen Yunxi and didn't say anything.

On the contrary, Chen Yunxi looked at the diagonal bridge and asked.

"I don't know how Senior Brother Qinglian is?"

The movement in the hand of the inclined bridge paused, and then said lightly: "The endless clouds and mist in the East China Sea, the endless wine, of course the senior brother is very good." ”

Cong Zhongxiao didn't seem to understand why his master's tone was so stiff today, but he didn't ask, just looked at Chen Yunxi, who was drinking tea there.

"What is Uncle Shi doing here today?"

Of course, there is still a long distance between the Liuyun Sword Sect and Nanyi City.

Chen Yunxi smiled while holding the tea, and said, "There is nothing else, I happened to be passing by nearby, so I came to ask you, this year's Huaidu Daoist banquet, do you want to go." ”

Although Cong Zhongxiao was a little puzzled why Chen Yunxi cared about this matter, he still thought about it and said seriously: "Is the ninth uncle going?" ”

"Probably not."

"Then I'm not going either."

Chen Yunxi laughed softly, looked at the young man in front of him and said, "You really want to be the second white cloth?" ”

Cong Zhongxiao said sincerely: "No, it's just that this kind of life is really comfortable." ”

I am lazy to look at the flowers every day, or I go to the world to watch the little girl wash her feet.

Where can you not be comfortable?

Chen Yunxi didn't know why, but the corners of his eyes were a little moist, he turned his head, looked at such a sword sect, and said softly: "Yes." ”