There was nothing left on the cliff.

There was only snow, and some blood that fell into the snow like a red plum.

Chen Yunxi died, the boy also died, and Zhang Xiaoyu left.

What about Kamigawa?

Kamigawa is gone, too.

It was probably the shopkeeper of the noodle restaurant who scolded his mother on the cliff road, and after burying Chen Yunxi, it was very abrupt that there was a time when something was lost in the world.

So when the man in white walked up to the turbid sword platform, it was empty, and the ground was covered with snow.

It's like the kind of picture he had seen when he left so many years ago.

But he didn't say anything, he didn't sigh, he didn't sigh, he just stepped on the creaking snow and walked forward.

until it stopped in the center of the turbid sword platform, by the clear spring.

The man in white seemed to be thinking about something, tilting his head and standing there, thinking very seriously.

Then he took a few steps to the side, walked to the other side of the spring, sat down there, and then stretched out his hand to sweep the snow in front of him.

The snow was swept away, followed by some grass and moss.

Finally, when some dust was brushed away, finally on the bottom cliff, some very old sword marks were revealed.

The man in white finally had some emotion, looked down at the twenty-year-old sword mark for a long time, and finally sighed.

That sword mark was probably the only trace left by someone in the world back then.

Since then, Li Er has been the second in the world, and Hanguguan has also been the second in the world.

"It turns out that it's been more than a thousand years, Li Er. Time flies. ”

It's a pity that such a person who is called a saint has been sitting on the bank of the stream at the bottom of the cliff many years ago, and fell into the East China Sea with the clear stream.

Naturally, no one in the world can respond to such an exclamation.

The man in white didn't say anything more, and raised his hand to refill the place with the snow that had been swept away.

Then he sat upright, sat in Li Er's position back then, and looked seriously at the peach blossoms that gradually bloomed to the top of the cliff.

They grow so fast.

When Zhang Xiaoyu went up the cliff, there was nothing.

When the clump blades went up the cliff, they only sparsely fell to the ground.

But now, those rouge-like colors are about to overshadow the colors of the black cliffs and white snow.

It should be night in the town below the cliff.

But at the top of the cliff, the twilight was still deep and rich, and the white clouds drifted in the distance, and farther away, the incomparably magnificent sea and burning clouds.

The man in white sat quietly on the high cliff between the twilight.

It was clear that he had just started to climb the cliff, but it seemed that it had been like this for many years.

After a long time, when those distant clouds of smoke in the sky seemed to burn on the surface of the sea, the man in white opened his mouth again.

"So, what are you waiting for? Wait any longer, and it's going to get dark. ”

But still no one answered.

It's just that there are some peach blossoms blooming, and there are also some peach blossoms falling.

An umbrella covered with snow on the cliff was blown by the cliff wind, and the snow fell in a torrent, and rolled towards the man in white, stopping at his hand and swaying incessantly.

The man in white raised his eyebrows and picked up the umbrella, but he laughed softly.

"Do you think I didn't hold an umbrella?"

He naturally held the umbrella and sat calmly by the clear spring of the Turbid Sword Terrace.

"I've lasted much longer than you, Nandao."

As the twilight fell, peach blossoms bloomed on the snow-covered cliffs, and the man in white whispered with a black umbrella.

"Much older than you, too."

There was a thin figure, and finally walked out from behind the peach grove that had spread to the top of the cliff.

.......

It's a hearty hot pot.

Lu Xiaosan never thought that there would be a hot pot in the world that would last so long.

They have been eating here since they met Cheng Lu.

Eat until Cheng Lu leaves, eat until the pine cone leaves, eat the war in the west, and the blood stains the sky red - Lu Xiaosan has seen it, he stood on the top of the mountain and looked at it from a distance, and there was no human figure in sight.

But seeing the wind and snow change color, it was like the mountains and rivers crying blood.

Le Chaotian just silently dabbled duck blood.

"Even if we don't help, we shouldn't be eating hot pot here, uncle, it's immoral."

The little boy's heart finally became a little uneasy.

Jumping down the hill with a gourd on his back, looking at Le Chaotian who was still eating hot pot there.

"Uncle Shi, you can obviously take action to solve this war, why do you sit idly by?"

Le Chaotian just glanced up at him, and continued to rummage in the hot pot unmoved.

The discovery of conscience is certainly not a one-time thing.

If the young man had gone like this, he would never have seen the war in the west again, and probably would not have been as restless as he is now.

"The people in the view are ....."

Lu Xiaosan's words were not finished, but Le Chaotian finally responded, this young Taoist took a chopstick coriander and put it in his mouth, and burped very satisfied.

"Happy."

Lu Xiaosan looked at Le Chaotian silently.

The latter put down his chopsticks, picked up his robe and wiped the corners of his mouth, and finally walked out of the valley that was about to be marinated in hot pot.

"Don't look at me."

Le Chaotian sighed and said, "Do you think I'm idle? ”

"Aren't you idle? A pot of soup has been boiled until now, I don't know how many times the snow has been added, and the birds have long faded out, you can still eat so fascinated, aren't you idle? ”

Le Chaotian didn't pay attention to the bullshit pun said by the little boy who found out in his conscience, just stood in the snow, sniffed the smell of blood that could be smelled from a long distance, and folded his hands.

"I've been thinking about a question."

Lu Xiaosan was stunned for a moment, looking at Le Chaotian, he didn't know what was wrong with Uncle Shi, he had to think about it for so long.

"What?"

"I don't know if I should cut me in the heart or not."

Lu Xiaosan stood there in a daze, looking at the Taoist in front of him.

Of course, he never thought that such words would come out of Le Chaotian's mouth.

It's just like what Bai Yuyu said in the middle of the mountain ballad.

They are all disciples of Bai Fengyu, how can anyone not go to the twelfth floor?

After a long time, Lu Xiaosan asked deliciously: "Chop.... Chop.... Chop what? ”

Le Chaotian ignored the two words behind the little boy, and stood in the snow and smiled slightly.

"Say important things three times, since the master and nephew are so firm."

The young Taoist smiled and looked at the north with great seriousness.

"Then let's cut it."

Lu Xiaosan's tongue was curled.

"Silk Fibroin... No... No.... It's not a pot. ”

It's just that before he could explain what he meant, the Taoist suddenly stretched out his hand.

The gourd behind the young man had sword qi bursting out, straight into the sky, stirring up the wind and snow.

Then a sword light shot out from it and landed in Le Chaotian's hand.

It is the unheard bell that Lu Xiaosan has been raising.

The Taoist holds the sword and stands in the mountains and snow, as if walking on the ground, stepping on the mountains and rivers.

Lu Xiaosan jumped up in a hurry, but unfortunately it was useless, so he could only listen to the Taoist chanting a certain song and walk away in the snow.

"Born out of thin air, reckless sword cliff, read the spring of the world."

"Three million jade dragons flew up, stirring up Zhou Tian's cold."

"Summer dissolves, rivers overflow, people or fish and turtles."

"Who has ever commented on the merits of a thousand years?"

"Now I'm calling Sword Cliff: don't want this height, don't want this snow."

"Ande leaned against the sky to draw his sword and cut you into three?"

"A piece of deer chirps, a section of sorghum, and a section of the eastern country."

"The world is peaceful, and the world is hot and cold."

Lu Xiaosan stopped, carrying the empty gourd on his back, and stood there in a daze.

Teacher....

What is this going to behead?