At that moment, the sword behind the Donghai Sword cultivator, who was standing in front of the rice shop and waiting for the shopkeeper to measure the rice, was unsheathed.

For a while, on the long street of the town, there were a lot of snow chips.

Suddenly, that sword appeared in front of Chen Qingshan's eyebrows.

This Taoist man was still just holding a stick, leaning against the door, and did not make any movements.

Maybe his eyes were indeed extremely bad, or maybe he had come all the way from the East China Sea and had no strength left to resist such a sword.

But in any case, the sword trembled slightly, stopped in front of his eyebrows, and an inch further could pierce the head of this Taoist, like a ripe fruit, flowing bright red juice into the snow all over the street.

But the sword stopped there.

Qing Jiao looked at the sword in silence, which had long been dull like a stick.

But in my heart, I kept asking myself.

Haven't you been waiting for such an opportunity?

Now Chen Qingshan is really injured so much that anyone can kill him.

A sword was sent over, so he could return to the East China Sea without regrets.

This is where the screen stops.

The sword was not handed over.

The people of the town finally reacted, just watching this scene, no one dared to step forward, but just circled around the neighborhood in horror.

After a long time, Qingjiao silently put the sword back, and turned his head to look at the frightened shopkeeper and his buddy in the rice shop.

"Hurry up, thanks."

Chen Qingshan sighed and said sincerely: "You really have to be faster, otherwise the Taoist in the temple may be hungry." ”

Qingjiao gritted his teeth, looked back at Chen Qingshan and said coldly, "I didn't finish eating the rice in the view." ”

Chen Qingshan smiled palely.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were really done eating, and you were even hungry."

......

There is a lot of snow on the trail.

The red-clothed sword cultivator from the East China Sea collected the sword, carried a bag of rice on his back, and also walked not very steadily.

After staying in Luming Snow Pass for so long, the green pepper has naturally been empty of the sea of gods.

But after all, he has to go faster than that Taoist.

After walking for a while, Green Pepper stopped and looked back behind him.

The black-clothed Taoist man was on the mountain road, holding a stick, moving almost inch by inch, and from time to time some pus and blood oozed out of his abdomen, dripping into the snow.

"If you don't hurry...."

Qingjiao was silent for a while, and said slowly: "Maybe you won't be able to return to the view before dark." ”

Chen Qingshan laughed softly, stopped on the side of the road with a stick, and gasped for breath.

"It's all already on the mountain, what does it matter if you look back today and look back tomorrow?"

Qingjiao didn't say anything more, carrying the bag of rice on his back, and also stopped on the mountain road.

Chen Qingshan sat there resting, tilting his head to look at this woman from the East China Sea.

"Are you afraid that I will fall down and fall to my death?"

Green Pepper didn't answer, just stopped there.

Chen Qingshan didn't know what he remembered, and looked at the lonely mountain and snow forest.

"I heard that the people in the temple are almost dead in Luming?"

Qingjiao was silent for a moment and nodded.

Chen Qingshan became interested.

"Now, who is the Viewer?"

"Gu Wenzhi."

Chen Qingshan narrowed his eyes, didn't say anything, stood up, leaned on his stick, and continued to walk up the mountain.

Qingjiao's expression was solemn, he looked at the Taoist who was walking much faster than before, and stretched out his hand to stop him.

"What are you going to do?"

Chen Qingshan ignored it and just walked towards the mountain.

Qingjiao was silent for a little and hurriedly followed.

......

Gu Wenzhi seemed to have known for a long time that such a senior brother was back, wearing a Taoist robe that had not yet been washed, and was waiting on the snow in front of the Taoist temple.

Chen Qingshan threw away the stick, coughed up blood, and sat down in front of the ping.

The Taoist's eyes were clear, and he looked at the scholar and Taoist extremely seriously, and before his senior brother could call out, he had already spoken first.

"You can't be a spectator."

There was a sudden silence in the road.

Gu Wenzhi looked at the senior brother who couldn't live long in silence, and it took a long time before he seriously raised his palm and saluted.

"Why?"

Chen Qingshan raised his hand to wipe the blood on his lips, and said softly: "Because you have ambitions, ideals, and ambitions. ”

"Shouldn't it be so?"

"The world is in ruins, how can Guanli need someone like you to be the master, junior brother?"

Gu Wenzhi's expression finally cooled, with a sneer on his face.

"So what Senior Brother means, is that you do it, I can't do it? I've never heard of anything, only the reason that my brother is allowed to make great achievements, and I am not allowed to have the slightest ambition. ”

"Now you don't just listen to ....."

Halfway through Chen Qingshan's words, he suddenly stopped there, but the Daoist's body was about to be unable to support it, and a mouthful of pus and blood gushed out of his mouth, leaving a large area of blood on the snow flat in front of the view.

Chen Qingshan leaned over and vomited several mouthfuls of blood before he regained his support on the snow floor, sat up, and said word by word: "I don't know if you really don't understand, junior brother, or if you don't understand." ”

The Taoist stretched out his hand and pointed to the north.

"Do you think that when the stigma of the mountain and river view is washed away, the world can let us be free? His Majesty abdicated, and Liu Qinghe was cleaning the world. The great wish of the world you think about will only bring the view of mountains and rivers into a more irreparable situation, ahem...."

Gu Wenzhi still just looked at this former senior brother of the Mountain Sect with an indifferent expression.

"I know that people are about to die, and their words are also good, and my brother has never used this tone to say anything to me. But brother...."

"I don't want to hear it."

This Taoist from Nanyi City, who even deliberately changed his name from Gu Shenghui to Gu Wenzhi, stood in front of the Shanmen Taoist Temple of Shanhe Temple with incomparable sword skills.

"This stigma was brought to the view of mountains and rivers by you senior brothers, but it will be handed over to us to wash away."

"When you're going to die, you'll come back and pretend to talk about your majesty."

"Chen Qingshan, what face do you have?"

Gu Wenzhi stretched out his hand and pointed to the west of the world.

"Master died there, and many uncles, brothers, and brothers also died there. If it weren't for you, why would they be here? ”

He stepped forward and lifted the Taoist up.

"Do you dare to look over there and see if the snow is red or white?"

Chen Qingshan just lowered his eyes.

"So the junior brother can't learn, let Shanheguan be a silent mute in the next world?"

Gu Wenzhi said calmly: "Yes." ”

Chen Qingshan broke away from Gu Wenzhi's hand, fell on the snow flat, and then crawled in the snow like a dog with a broken leg, in the direction of a snow stream in a certain mountain.

I kept crawling for a long time before I sighed.

"Since the junior brother is unwilling, then please die..... Heavy snow. ”

On the road, a group of Taoists raised their heads in shock.

The snow is back.

On the mountain road, there is a young Taoist holding a broom, who is saluting with his palms.

Heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, come with one finger.

That finger is not something that a teenager can have, nor can Chen Qingshan have.

The red-clothed woman in the East China Sea suddenly opened her eyes, but under such a rhyme, even the sword could not be pulled out.

Gu Wenzhi's face turned pale, and he finally understood something.