In the early morning, it is just a nameless town, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and blue smoke curling up, in it, people can't help but forget the prosperity of the world, and subconsciously reverie whether there is the so-called hermit master, which is really a good place to escape the world.

It's just that on the street with the original bluestone as the face, I don't know when there was one more person, a person covered in alcohol, as if he had just been fished out of the wine vat, only to smoke the people who rushed to the market to retreat.

The man seemed to be unaware of the disgust of these people, and continued to walk as he should, until he had gone far away, until he had walked a few corners and crossed two small bridges, and the crowd had resumed their previous liveliness.

The smell of alcohol on the man's body was so heavy that the yellow dog that had been spreading joy on the side of the path jumped out of the way.

Beyond the town, there was a river, the clear water of the river, which was very clear, and by the river, many women could be faintly seen washing their clothes, and farther away, some children frolicking.

And he walked on the bridge over the river, along the winding path to a courtyard, this courtyard blue brick wall, old and simple, although simple, but has its own charm.

And in that courtyard, there is a flower, a flower that is impossible to see at this moment, plum blossoms.

"At the beginning of man, nature is good ......"

In the courtyard, there were some immature recitations, and here was a school.

The man was standing quietly at the door, waiting, waiting for the children to go, waiting for someone.

It wasn't until smoke rose in the distance, and until a sun rose in the sky, that the closed courtyard door creaked open from within.

But, strangely, the children who were pouring out of joy didn't seem to see the man at hand, not even the smell of wine on his body, or the sword floating behind him.

Until the last man walked out, and the other party walked in.

At this moment, I saw many flowers and plants in the courtyard, all withered and died with the pace of the person, outside the courtyard, a sunny day, birds singing and fragrant flowers, and in the courtyard, the snow was shaking, the north wind was howling, and a wall was separated, it was like two worlds.

His pace was neither fast nor slow, and he walked around the school hall and walked to a pavilion deep in the courtyard before stopping.

And in the pavilion, there was a person, a one-armed man, his left hand was broken at the wrist, he was making tea, I don't know what kind of tea, the fragrance of tea actually overshadowed the smell of wine on that person's body.

Liu Bai paused for a moment, and then walked in, and there was a cup of tea in front of him, as if waiting for him, as if it had just been poured into the cup, and it was still steaming.

Without hesitation, he took it up and drank it all.

And the person opposite, the teaching gentleman, wearing a green shirt, was picked up by Shi Shiran, and tasted it slowly, just like he tasted a peerless wine.

"You're here. ”

The man's expression was very solemn, or rather old-fashioned.

"Indeed, you will definitely come. ”

After a few sips, the teacher spoke, his voice was like his face, and he felt the same serious, and he did not smile.

It's just that no one answered him, and Liu Baiyi was always silent, just because he came to kill someone.

"It turns out that you are not him. ”

The same words came from the mouth of the man in the green shirt.

When the words fell, I saw the wind and snow flying in, it was already a killing move, and a figure gathered and scattered, drifting non-stop, like a life-threatening lonely soul. Then, the sword floating behind Liu Baiyi blended into the snow, as if it was held by the phantom, changing and killing endlessly.

"Good. ”

The teacher said in a deep voice, and did not hesitate to admire.

At the same time, the cold plum in the snow in the distance, the plum blossoms that bloom are falling on their own, gathering together, as if turning into a petal streamer, and like a thin stream, in an instant, it has met the autumn cold, which is the only color that exists in this courtyard, falling red.

Inside the pavilion, one of the two was old-fashioned, one was silent, and drank tea, and outside the pavilion, the sword and the red plum fought several times in the wind and snow.

"Zheng!"

But at this time, the autumn water cold was suddenly divided into two, the two swords were attacked, and the wind and snow were more urgent, as if they were piercing straight into the ground, and there was no fluttering track.

Mr. Teaching's face remained unchanged, and the bamboo cane leaning against the stone table had already disappeared into the snow with a clatter, and fell into the red plum, and immediately gave birth to a sharp edge.

It's like two peerless swordsmen, one white and one red, fighting.

"Bang!"

After drinking the tea, the crisp sound of the teacup in willow white clothes fell on the stone table, and under this sound, the snow in the sky instantly turned from white to gray, and the red plum immediately lost its color, turned into a residual flower, and died.

For the first time, Mr. Teach's face changed, and it was already discolored.

How is this plum a mortal thing, but a thing of his enlightenment, because it is contaminated with a little aura from him, it has never withered in the four seasons, but at this moment, it is all alive.

"Boom!"

At first glance, there was a mist behind him, misty like water, and it was slowly reflecting a strange scene, a cold plum stood proudly, and the qi was as cold as a sword.

This is a confrontation between each other, the gray wind and snow cover the sky, and the red plum shakes out tens of thousands of sword qi, the momentum is terrifying, blocking the wind and snow.

But how could Liu Baiyi be willing to stop, a momentum suddenly rose on his body, a sword momentum.

The pavilion had gradually dispersed under the wind and snow, and the two of them were immediately exposed in the snow.

And the autumn water and cold combined with each other, instantly reversed, turning into an infinite sword shadow covering the top of the head, the light was as bright as a gray sun rising in the wind and snow, and the sword light was almost like the sun, enveloping this courtyard, constantly sprinkling, everything was destroying and decaying.

Mr. Teaching's eyes shrank, and then his body also gave birth to a sword momentum, but it was the plum blossom sword, the proud snow and the frost, the sword light fight, and fought against it.

"There are many sharp edges in the world, but the pen is the most victorious. ”

He was still not at ease, the bamboo cane turned into a pen, and he actually waved it in the air, and the brilliant sword light was already pouring out.

Liu Baiyi's eyes moved, but he found something.

Shicai always felt that his sword qi was a little strange, condensed but not gathered, and seemed to be scattered but not scattered, it turned out that his cultivation was frustrated, and his Dao heart was not complete.

"It's just a broken sword. ”

Liu Baiyi whispered calmly, and then the sword fingers in his hand turned, and the shadow of the gray sword qi all melted together, turning into an obscure and terrifying gray aura, and the place where it passed was like the Grim Reaper transiting, the dead qi was permeated like a long river, and there was a murderous intent hidden under the edge.

Along the way, I saw that all the sword qi transformed by Hongmei was annihilated in the air.

"Good!"

Seeing this, Mr. Teaching's cheeks trembled slightly, and he understood that if he was a little careless today, he would probably break his sword here.

The expression on his face was instantly solemn, he had been defeated, and now he didn't want to lose again.

"The sword god is one. ”

He drank suddenly, and an illusory shadow flew out of his body, but unfortunately it was a little dim, it was his primordial god, and he actually plunged into the plum blossom vision.

Liu Baiyi looked at it thoughtfully, but he was a little disappointed in his heart, as if this was a little different from the kind of primordial god he knew.

But said that the plum blossom once the spirit into the body, the light is shining, in the blink of an eye has become a sword, an indescribable sword, he will be the spirit and the plum blossom into one, instantly seems to turn into a world-shattering sword soaring into the sky, dragging a red sword rainbow and then stabbing straight from the sky.

This sword actually cut through the wind and snow of Liu Baiyi, and cut through his sword qi, and the edge was even better than the autumn water cold.

Liu Baiyi's eyes froze, and he only felt that a bone-piercing chill instantly enveloped him, this was a great crisis of life and death.

"Today you and I join hands. He muttered to himself, his eyes as if they had turned into the bamboo heart they had been at this moment. "Today, with Zizhu's unintentional intentions, I will kill you. ”

His whole body is shrouded in a cloud of gray at this moment, sharp and unparalleled, piercing the sky, as if turning into a small purple bamboo, no matter how the four seasons are coming, it will not fade its meaning to the sky.

This is a feeling, a will, the will of that heart, and now, it has become Liu Baiyi's heart, and the terrifying aura has overflowed from him.

This refers to the celestial style. ”

I saw him point at the shadow of the divine sword in the sky, and a huge gray finger suddenly appeared in the sky.

When Mr. Jiaoshu saw this scene, he was in a trance and shocked in his heart.

In his eyes, it was no longer a finger, but a sword that grabbed people's hearts.

The red and gray lights of the two are shocking, and the colors have met in the flow of color.

"Poof......

There was no earth-shattering vision, just a slight muffled sound, and then, the plum blossoms dispersed, and the autumn cold fell, only the wind and snow continued to drift.

Liu Baiyi sat there quietly, blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth, his face was a little pale, his hair was even more messy, there was more gray hair on his head, and his face seemed to have aged a lot, which was the price.

"Ahem......"

Even he was coughing up blood, and his face was pale, which was really ugly.

Picking up the sword inserted next to him, he got up slowly, looked at the bamboo cane not far away, and walked over by himself, then picked it up, and then walked out of the academy.

"Crunch!"

The door was closed again.

And there, at last there was only one person left, sitting quietly, his eyes flashing slightly, but not doing anything, and then, in the wind and snow that were about to disperse, scattered into dust.