The story that happened in that green mountain is unknown to the world.
Liu Sanyue, who was supposed to go to Dazeli, re-entered the city gate and walked on the long street of Nanyi City without people knowing.
Because the current Liu Sanyue, covered in blood scabs, wearing a coarse cloth, holding a cane, walking slowly and hard in the night, it is difficult for people to think that this is the elegant minister in a green robe. .
Liu Sanyue didn't pay attention to the curious eyes of others, and just walked silently in Nanyi City.
This is not the direction to hell.
Naturally, this kind of thing must be told to the Human Sword Sect.
Therefore, this road is still farther - Heavenly Prison is in the west of the city, and Sword Sect is in the north of the city.
Liu Sanyue walked and stopped, and from time to time he would rest by the roadside wall, breathing heavily.
After walking for a long time, Liu Sanyue was resting by the river, wiping away the oozing blood, when he heard a girl's voice ringing in the river.
"It looks like you are in some trouble, do you need my help?"
Liu Sanyue looked towards the river and saw a small boat coming slowly. Shushu, a girl on the head of the boat, held her bamboo pen and looked at Liu Sanyue with a smile.
Liu Sanyue had also heard of the mouse demon Shushu that had been parading on the Nanyi River for many years. It was said that he had offended Que Yimen, a divination operator, and was frightened into ferrying him to the river to do good deeds.
Liu Sanyue raised his head and looked north.
This place is still in the south of the city, not even past Xuanxuyuan, and still far away from Jianzong.
He really needs help.
So Liu Sanyue nodded.
Shushu rowed the boat to the shore, stepped on the bow and stretched out his hand to drag Liu Sanyue onto the boat.
"One penny." Shushu grasped the pennant again and stretched out a finger towards Liu Sanyue.
Liu Sanyue forced a smile and said, "No problem."
Shushu giggled and said, "What help do you need?"
Liu Sanyue said softly: "Please send me to the Human Sword Sect."
Shushu yelled, turned the boat around, and continued to ask: "What are you doing there?"
Liu Sanyue was silent for a while and said, "There are some things. Why do you ask?"
Shushu smiled and said, "I don't know if you want to go to the front door or the back door unless you ask clearly."
Liu Sanyue covered her mouth and coughed twice, then said, "Go to the front door."
"okay!"
Shushu held the boat and headed north.
Liu Sanyue sat on the bow of the boat, coughing constantly. The attacks and killings he encountered in the swamp had already left some hidden wounds on him.
Later, on that high platform, Dao Yun clashed with the power of the Styx, causing Liu Sanyue's divine sea to completely dry up, and even the Dao tree was slowly withering.
Having already broken through and entered the ninth realm, there is a faint tendency to fall again.
Liu Sanyue sat at the head of the boat, everything seemed to be starting over again, and every trace of vitality entered the divine sea. In that divine sea that was drying up, there was far more than just a drop in the bucket.
It seems like everything is back to when I first started practicing.
Feeling the vitality bit by bit, guiding them to slowly move around the sky, and then continue to grow.
Liu Sanyue looked at the weak vitality in the divine sea and was not discouraged.
The world is very good.
So even if it's a do-over, it's acceptable.
Liu Sanyue smiled softly.
Consciousness was withdrawn from the sea of spirits.
Then he saw the girl Shushu holding the boat while staring at him curiously.
"Why are you hurt so badly?"
Liu Sanyue looked down at the blood on his body, coughed, raised his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth, and said with a soft smile: "Because some people want to kill me."
"Oh, so did they succeed?"
Liu Sanyue didn't understand, but he was greatly shocked.
So he was silent for a long time, just like Nan Dao's answer.
"should not."
"That's very good."
"..."
The atmosphere was a bit awkward, and Shushu finally realized that he seemed to have asked a very stupid question again. With a red face, he lowered his head and worked hard to hold the boat.
The lights slowly receded along the way.
Liu Sanyue looked there with a slight smile.
He did not regret the decision he made on the high platform.
Of course the human world is the best.
Always the best.
Even though he had just barely survived some attacks and killings.
Liu Sanyue coughed all the way, and the boat slowly stopped on the shore at the gate of Jianzong.
Liu Sanyue said thank you, climbed onto the shore with difficulty, and then found Shushu staring straight at him.
Liu Sanyue smiled and said, "I'm fine, you don't have to worry."
Shushu said angrily: "Are you not going to give me the money?"
Liu Sanyue covered her face in embarrassment, put it down after a while, and said apologetically: "Sorry, I forgot."
As he said this, Liu Sanyue reached for the money in his arms and froze as he touched it.
He forgot that his clothes were still hanging in the small yard under the green mountain.
There was obviously no money in this coarse cloth.
Shushu looked at Liu Sanyue suspiciously and said, "You won't have any money, right?"
Liu Sanyue was silent for a while, and then took his hand out of his arms. There was nothing in his hand.
"I forgot to bring money. How about I give it to you next time?"
Shushu shook his head and said resolutely: "No, a good deed is worth a penny. If you give it tomorrow, it will be tomorrow's money, not today's money."
"It's just a matter of waiting for a day. I'll come to Nanyi River to give you a visit tomorrow." Liu Sanyue said sincerely.
Shushu said softly: "Without a penny, I can't resolve my catastrophe."
Liu Sanyue fell silent. He had heard the story about Shushu.
After thinking for a long time, Liu Sanyue said: "But I really don't have money now. If you can trust me, I will help you resolve your catastrophe in the future."
Shushu looked at this extremely embarrassed young man and didn't seem to believe him.
"May I have your name?"
"Liu Sanyue."
Shushu was stunned for a moment, looking at the person in front of him, he couldn't believe that he was Qingtian Dao Liu Sanyue. After sitting at the head of the boat for a long time, Shushu sighed and said: "Okay, Qingtian Dao should It’s no worse than missing one subject, you must help me when the time comes.”
Liu Sanyue said confidently: "No problem."
Shushu couldn't help but lament, turned around, held the boat and left slowly.
Liu Sanyue watched Shushu's figure disappear on the Nanyi River, then turned around and walked towards Jian Zong.
The young boy Hu Lu seemed very sleepy and was snoring while holding his sword.
Gulu snores.
This made Liu Sanyue, who originally wanted to ask him, not have the heart to wake him up.
Cong Ren disappeared.
The sword had been sitting at the door for more than half a month, held by this young man who had not been a member of the Sword Sect for a long time.
Liu Sanyue lowered his cough and slowly walked past while holding on to the railing.
The card game in the concierge had ended, or maybe it was moved to a different place in order not to irritate the young gourd.
Liu Sanyue smiled when he heard some faint sounds of rubbing cards coming from Jianzong Geng.
The sword sect in the world.
It is indeed in the human world.
More than anyone else in the world.
The layout of the Human Sword Sect is not hidden from the world. Most people in the world know that there are many pools in it. Because they are too lazy to name them, they call them one pool, two pools, three pools, and four pools.
Yichi is the place where the sect leaders of the past generations took a nap.
If Cong Ren was still there, Liu Sanyue would go there.
But Cong Ren is not in Nanyi City.
So Liu Sanyue jumped directly over the first pool and headed towards the second pool while coughing on a crutch.
Fortunately, Chen Huaifeng did drink tea in Erchi.
Seeing Liu Sanyue walking in in a state of embarrassment, even Chen Huaifeng, who had been taking care of himself, couldn't help but froze for a long time.
Liu Sanyue had already walked into the pavilion by the pond.
Throwing away his crutch, he leaned against the vermilion pillar and bowed to Chen Huaifeng.
"Liu Sanyue has met Senior Brother Chen."
Chen Huaifeng was stunned for a long time before he realized what he was doing. He looked at Liu Sanyue and asked, "Are you back?"
There was great surprise in his words.
That kind of surprise was far greater than the joy of seeing Liu Sanyue like this and being able to come back.
Liu Sanyue didn't care about the meaning of Chen Huaifeng's words, and said with a forced smile: "Yes."
Chen Huaifeng lowered his head and drank the wolfberry tea, turned around and said softly: "It seems that you saw some very difficult things in Daze, otherwise you wouldn't have come directly to Jianzong like this."
Liu Sanyue sighed softly and said, "Yes."
"The Witch Ghost Cult?"
Liu Sanyue was silent for a while and shook his head. Thinking about the scene he saw on the high platform and the scene where he had no power to resist, Liu Sanyue looked at Chen Huaifeng's back and said softly: "Can I ask senior brother a question? ?”
"Say." Chen Huaifeng said very calmly.
"If there are ghosts and gods in that vast swamp that have been passed down from generation to generation and believed in by ancestors, how will the sword sect in the world respond?"
Chen Huaifeng's wolfberry tea spilled all over the floor.
This senior swordsman who should have disappeared in the world did not hold tightly to the cup of wolfberry tea that he had held for many years.
"I don't know." Chen Huaifeng said softly, looking down at the red wolfberries scattered all over the ground.
Liu Sanyue sighed and said, "Yao Ji, the goddess of Wushan, woke up."
The cup of wolfberry tea had already been spilled, so Chen Huaifeng had nothing more to spill.
But there was a crisp sound in the pavilion.
It was the sound of a long sword falling to the ground.
Chen Huaifeng did not hold the wolfberry sword tightly in his arms.
Anyone who hears such news will be confused.
Chen Huaifeng finally understood why Huangliang and those people from the shaman and ghost way appeared in the world in such a flamboyant manner.
It turns out that it is really the Wuguishen Cult.
Chen Huaifeng and Liu Sanyue lamented the same thing.
Chen Huaifeng quietly looked at a pool of spring water in the night for a long time.
In this short period of time, he thought of many things.
Some decisions were also made.
So he bent down and picked up the wolfberry sword that fell on the ground.
Liu Sanyue rested against the pillar. He could understand Chen Huaifeng's absence.
Because he was in the same state back then.
But he never thought about it.
When Chen Huaifeng picked up the sword on the ground, he pulled it out with a loud sound and pierced his heart with the sword.
Liu Sanyue felt the bone-chilling coldness in her heart, trembling all over, and stared at Chen Huaifeng blankly.
"Brother, why do you do this?"
Chen Huaifeng calmly drew out his sword, looked at the blood spurting out in the night, and said softly: "I just thought a lot."
"The thing you are talking about cannot be dealt with by the Human Sword Sect. So we can only let those people from further north come in."
"But tell the world with empty words - a goddess has awakened in the world. The world will only think you are talking nonsense."
After what Chen Huaifeng said, Liu Sanyue finally understood something.
"So I shouldn't come back alive." Liu Sanyue smiled sadly, "I am the most proud contemporary disciple of Qingtian Dao, and I am also the Minister of War in Huaidu. If I die in Daze, there will be a big war in the world."
"It doesn't matter what they came for."
"The important thing is that they have to come and see something with their own eyes. Then they will believe the nonsense they should believe."
Liu Sanyue said word by word: "So, I, Liu Sanyue, must die."
"Yes."
Chen Huaifeng said calmly, his eyes falling on the hole in Liu Sanyue's heart that was constantly spurting out blood.
Just like what he said to Di Qianjun back then.
People from the Human Sword Sect are gentle and decisive in their actions.
Now that I have thought about it, I won’t hesitate.
Chen Huaifeng thought clearly.
So the sword fire began to burn on the sword wound.
"You Liu Sanyue have never been here."
Chen Huaifeng held his sword and the half-spilled cup of wolfberry tea and walked out of the pavilion.
"You died in Daze."
Liu Sanyue wanted to say something else, but the blazing sword fire had already engulfed him.
It also swallowed up the unspoken words.
Chen Huaifeng walked far away before looking back at Liu Sanyue, who had been burned to ashes in the pavilion.
"Sorry, Junior Brother Liu."
Then he bent down, washed the blood on the sword by the pool, and headed outside the Sword Sect.
He also did not wake up the sleeping young man Hu Lu.
Chen Huaifeng turned into sword wind and flew away, appearing on the eaves of a very tall building in Nanyi City.
The night was dark and the waning moon hung high.
Chen Huaifeng stood in the cold night holding his sword, silently looking at the entire world.
Chen Huaifeng was naturally extremely apologetic for killing Liu Sanyue.
But in today's world, there is no time left for him to apologize.
The prosperity of Nanyi City is slowly fading at night.
Gradually the number of pedestrians became fewer and fewer, disappearing little by little on the long streets extending in all directions.
The lights that illuminated the entire city were gradually extinguished.
Until the night becomes deserted.
Chen Huaifeng stood on the lonely eaves for a long time holding his sword, then walked towards the south in the night.
Not to leave the city, but to go to the center of Nanyi City, where the Tonggui Monument is.
Zhang Xiaoyu's injury has recovered, and Nanyi City, which was supposed to be visited by him, is still visited by him.
Chen Huaifeng quietly came to the foot of the tomb mountain, looked up at the Tonggui Monument suspended above Nanyi City, and then walked up in silence.
Passing through numerous tombstones, we stopped at the top.
After inserting the wolfberry sword into the soil, Chen Huaifeng sat down cross-legged.
This is the closest place to Tonggui Monument.
Chen Huaifeng lowered his head and looked at the half-way wind and rain technique hidden in his arms.
This is where Bai Fengyu's true cultivation lies.
Half of the original Taoism.
It is enough to activate this Tonggui Monument that has never been seen in the world.
During the next period of time, he will stay here, unmoving in the wind and rain, just like his junior brother Hu Lu holding a square inch in his arms.
The only pity is.
Chen Huaifeng looked at the lonely wolfberry sword beside him.
Forgot to bring a cup of brewed wolfberry tea.
...
There are many stories in the night.
It's not just Zhang Xiaoyuliu, Chen Huaifeng or Beitai.
Nan Dao held his sword and drank in a wine shop. Drinkers often get drunk and refuse to stop. They swear to drink until they are unconscious before being dragged home reluctantly.
So wine shops usually close much later than other places.
We came to Nandao in the afternoon.
Although I drank for a long time, I didn't drink much.
When you drink, you should be tipsy, not drunk.
Just like what Cao Weiying said.
When I get tipsy, I feel like everything is okay.
So everything is possible.
There were only a few drunk people in the wine shop who were still struggling and refused to leave.
Nan Dao glanced at them, then looked at the wine bottle in front of him.
There’s one last bit in there.
Nan Dao poured them all into the cup and drank it all in one gulp. Then he picked up the two swords placed aside and limped towards the long silent street outside.
We came to Nandao in the afternoon.
I’ve been here for a long time, so I’ve learned a lot about it.
For example, when a fire broke out in Heavenly Hell, people thought that Heavenly Hell was on fire. Although they didn't like this place, some people still ran in with buckets.
Although it was just a misunderstanding, we also knew that many people in the Heavenly Prison did die, and only some patrol officials who came back from going out were not skilled in handling the affairs of the Heavenly Prison.
For another example, someone saw Ximen, the most notorious Five Swordsman sect in the world, going up to the top of the city with his sword in hand, looking at the twilight landscape for a long time, and then heading towards the east of the city.
And still haven't come back.
The human world is very big, and Nanyi City is also very big.
But no matter where you are, as long as you are not hiding, someone will always see you.
So the drinkers talked about it as a side dish and spread the news throughout the world.
These are superficial things and not important.
Nan Dao did not think about what those deep layers represented.
It's enough to know the superficial things. For example, the Heavenly Prison is in chaos right now, and the strongest person in the Heavenly Prison in Nanyi City is not in the city.
The boy who was limping and holding a bumpy umbrella didn't look great.
In comparison, the figure walking away in the night holding a sword in the human world looked much more chic.
But everyone has his own way of living in this world.
Zhang Xiaoyu, who was picking at his feet and touching cards, didn't care what the world thought of him.
Nan Dao was silent for a while as he watched the figure disappearing suddenly in the night.
The Human Sword Sect should not care about the Heavenly Prison.
Otherwise, when Lin Erliang went on a killing spree last night, they would have taken action.
They want to look at the human world, the vast and vast human world, the prosperous and dazzling human world.
But not the South Island.
Now, he just wants to use the dark night to do some dirty and small but realistic things.
Nan Dao walked slowly while looking at his shallow but long shadow illuminated by the occasional lantern hanging outside the building in the distance.
Yes, he admitted it more than anyone else that this was a dirty, disgraceful, and morally wrong thing to do.
But life is not an upright duel.
I heard that in ancient times, before the chaotic period before Gongzi Zhiqiu unified Huaian, and even longer before that, people followed morality and ancient etiquette.
Promised to stay away.
Then he naturally retreated.
Nan Dao thought calmly, but he was not the young man from a certain country who was rescued by the King of Chu in exile.
He's just South Island.
South of South.
Island of islands.
Just an isolated island from the south.
In other words, he is not Nan Dao.
Just peach blossoms.
The forgotten peach blossom walking in the darkness.
He naturally needs to do many things.
Rather than the South Island.
Peace also passed slowly for a long time.
Nan Dao stopped outside the alley again.
There are some lights behind the high dark wall.
There is also the smell of burned corpses that has not dissipated for a long time.
Nan Dao stood in the deserted alley, holding his sword and looking there quietly.
