Cong Xin is not the demon of the peach tree.

The teenager may or may not know.

But obviously, on the bank of this stream, Zhang Xiaoyu's words made the young man react.

It's not anyone's business.

It's Qiuxi'er who went away to Nanyi City, what is it for?

"Sir, she's going to kill someone?"

Nandao looked back at the south in a daze, and asked with some surprise.

"I don't know."

Zhang Xiaoyu is very calm.

How could I know such a thing and give a verdict? Brother, this is your own business. ”

Nandao clenched the peach blossom in his hand and sat there for a long time.

But his body trembled a little.

Zhang Xiaoyu refused to make a final decision on such a matter. The peach blossom remained in the Xiyun Temple, and has not returned yet, and may be cut down by a Taoist there.

At this moment, the young man can only ask himself.

Such a thing, whether it is right or wrong.

I don't know why, he suddenly remembered when he was in Nanyi City, when Huangliang Wujia attacked the city.

He sat by the Sword Lake with Chen He and Cao Weiying, and talked seriously about being greedy for life and afraid of death.

They may be fake.

You may be real.

Even though he had come from the River Styx, he had said so seriously that I would die.

But that was a helpless reaction to the things that were in charge of life and death in the world.

And now.

Nandao looked at the south in silence.

The story by the stream is abruptly quiet.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood there calmly.

Sometimes people who listen to the wind may be able to feel the meaning of the heartbeat, breath and trembling that come from the heartbeat.

He knew that the boy was cold all over his body, and he knew that the boy was hesitant in his heart.

He knew that the young man was asking himself, why do you want to use Cong Xin's life to maintain your own existence?

Zhang Xiaoyu remembered the scene when he met this young man for the first time at the back door of the Sword Sect Garden.

With a flask and an umbrella, he cautiously poked his head through the door and bumped into himself.

That pot of peach blossom wine should have been drunk for a long time.

Zhang Xiaoyu inexplicably felt some pity.

In fact, this teenager has always been just walking cautiously in the world.

Holding the umbrella in your hand is like a pillar only.

"Up the cliff."

Zhang Xiaoyu's voice fell on the bank of the stream without emotion, like a stone, smashed into the water, and then stirred up a circle of waves.

Nandao looked back as if frightened.

"What.... Meaning? ”

"Sitting by the stream, you don't have any possibility to interfere with such a story far away in Nanyi City, you want to be greedy, you don't want to be greedy, you don't want to borrow Congxin's life to survive yourself. Go up the cliff and you have the right to choose. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly.

It's just that he didn't expect that the young man next to him, after hearing these words, suddenly stood up and pulled out the peach blossom sword behind him again.

His face was hideous, his eyes were full of anger, and the sword was pressed against Zhang Xiaoyu's throat.

"Go up the cliff! Everybody wants me to go up the cliff! It was as if I had been trapped on that cliff henceforth, and you could sit back and sleep at night. ”

The boy's voice was so angry that it trembled in the midst of it.

That might also seem like a kind of trepidation.

"There is no need to worry about the world, a certain umbrella is blown over by the wind, and the wind and snow will drown them all, yes, this is really good, you just need to climb the 3,600 sword ladder like a desperate person, and the world will be peaceful from now on."

"Huh."

The young man's expression gradually turned cold.

"You don't want me to take all these responsibilities, Zhang Xiaoyu."

"The world is afraid of me and the umbrella in my hand, but since I have seen the wind and snow, I have not brought them any blood. And what about you? The world used to trust you like that, they called you a senior brother, and regarded you as the hope of the world, the spark of the prairie fire. But you have burned the spark all over the world! ”

Zhang Xiaoyu just calmly stretched out his hand and brushed aside the peach blossom sword in front of him.

"You don't have to condemn me, if I'm wrong, I'll condemn myself, and if you're not the one who runs to fight the fire, don't jump up and denounce others. There are so many people like Wang Xiaoer in the world, and there is no shortage of you. ”

This white-clothed sword cultivator turned around and looked up at the top of those Cloud Cliff Mountains.

"I said this because you called me senior brother, and I couldn't bear it. Whether you listen or not is always your own business. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu calmly moved forward, waded across the stream, stood in the twilight that was gradually falling to the world, stopped again, and tilted his head slightly.

"By the way, the story of the South may be a little more cruel than you think."

"Killing Cong Xin just cut off the original karmic fate, at that time, your life was like duckweed, erratic, and the world couldn't keep you."

The young man stood by the stream with his sword, but he was stunned again.

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean? Hehe. Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled softly. If you don't borrow life from Cong Xin's life, you have to borrow life from another person. ”

Nandao was instantly cold.

Yes.

When he was young, maybe five years old, his lifespan and his vitality had been completely destroyed by that touch of sword intent in the sea of gods.

If it weren't for the cause and effect of the shackles on the peach blossoms.

Naturally, he could not have lived to this day.

Sir, she killed Cong Xin and cut off that period of cause and effect.

And then what?

The boy finally understood what Qiu Xi'er, who had been trapped on the cliff all his life, had made up his mind after giving the sword to Kamigawa when he turned around and left.

The young man in the twilight was silent for a long time, and then slowly put away the peach blossom sword.

Then he walked forward slowly, wading into the stream, and the sound of the water had never been so agitated, like a thousand rivers rushing through his heart.

Go up the cliff, go up the cliff.

Nandao lowered his head and held his umbrella, heading towards the cloudy cliff.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood there calmly.

Until the sword ladder cloud that symbolizes the highest place in the world, engulfs the young man's figure.

He finally lowered his head, and the blood-stained eyeband was bright again—probably some liquid, wetting that place.

But I don't have eyes, so why do I always cry?

Zhang Xiaoyu stood silently in the wind of the sunset, and muttered very slightly.

"I'm sorry, junior brother."

......

"He's been an island in the south all along, isn't he?"

Cong Xin sneered, sitting on the bridge of the stream, holding the sword of peach branches in front of him.

Qiu Xi'er still stood there calmly, and a hairpin slipped from between her hair.

When a waterfall of green silk cascades down.

The sword that broke through the water like the moon was already held diagonally in his hand.

"Yes, what, no, what?"

Qiu Xi'er turned to look at Cong Xin and said lightly.

"You really took pity on him?"

Is.