Gale Calendar One Thousand and Three Years, March 29th, drizzle.
In the hazy drizzle, someone walked into Nanyi City carrying a broken knife.
It's Simon.
It was Ximen in Qingshan who was seriously injured by a pointing finger borrowed from Beitai.
Ximen slept in the green mountains all night, his face full of sorrow.
When he woke up, he immediately dragged his body to the other side of the mountain.
When he went like this, he had some vague hopes in his heart.
For example, Beitai suddenly changed his mind, waiting for him there, and then handed the soldier talisman back.
For example, I lost my footing and rolled down Beitai, and suddenly fell to my death on the mountain trails going down the mountain.
In short, Ximen went there with extremely slim hope.
But no.
There were blood stains on the mountain path. It seemed that someone had rolled down here, but he did not die.
There was a lot of blood on the cliff going down the mountain, but there was no body.
The blood trail stopped here and reached the edge of the cliff, as if someone had jumped from here.
But not dead either.
The 300,000 green armors hidden in the green mountains are no longer here, and even the station was completely burned by a fire.
It was as if someone had made a decisive choice and would rather die in the north than come back here again.
Ximen stood on the edge of the cliff and gazed at the empty valley with the remaining fire, coughing blood and thinking.
What kind of night it was.
The young man covered in blood limped down and was rescued by someone. He then limped toward the camp.
What kind of impassioned words were spoken while standing on a high mound.
Then thousands of Qingjia headed towards the north.
Yes.
When Simon's reverie ended, Simon was determined.
Beitai rebelled.
When Nanyi City and Huaidu were still guessing when Huangliang would rebel.
Just outside Nanyi City, these Qingjia who were supposed to deal with Daze took the lead and raised the flag of rebellion.
In the hands of an impulsive young man who was idle and keen on drinking and getting drunk that no one cared about.
So when Ximen left Qingshan in silence and headed towards Nanyi City, he thought about it all the way.
There is so much contempt for everything in the world.
Is it confidence or blind stupidity?
Simon didn't know.
He is not a practitioner from a place like Human Sword Sect or Qingtian Dao.
Nor did he come from such a complex and intertwined world of forces.
Ximen's surname is Xi, a famous family.
He was an orphan who was abandoned at the west gate of a small town.
It was picked up by a senior brother from the Five Swordsmen who was very drunk in the town.
The only good thing is that Ximen's talent is very good.
Naturally, a small and rarely known Five Sword Sect could not teach him.
While his master was still trapped in the realm of enlightenment, Ximen had already entered the path of enlightenment.
So he was kicked out by the people from the teacher's sect.
Not a cleansing door.
Just because they thought he should go see the higher world outside.
At that time, Ximen felt that the masters thought too much.
The world is only so high, it is nothing more than a small town in the green mountains, with a few fish in the river.
How high can it go?
Then he went out and at the foot of a certain green mountain, he met a man from the twelfth floor who was selfless, failed, and crazy.
Anyone who wants to become an immortal is naturally a lunatic.
Ximen then prepared to draw his sword.
But there was someone faster than him.
That person's name is Cheng Lu.
A disciple of Chen Yunxi, the leader of Liuyun Sword Sect.
Ximen's sword has only been unsheathed an inch.
Cheng Lu's sword has returned to its sheath.
Only then did Ximen understand that the world can really be very high.
There are more than just a few fish in Qingshan Town.
Ximen was depressed for a long time, and it took him a long time to get back on his feet.
While walking and walking towards the south, he practiced diligently.
So later on Fengqiling, Ximen met Cheng Lu again, who already had the name of Si Po Sword.
Simon asked him for his sword.
Cheng Lu also remembered this man who was standing by the stream not far away when he drew his sword, holding the sword in a daze.
At that time, he was still thinking, how come someone holds a knife but doesn't pull it out?
Are everyone outside Liuyun Sword Sect so polite?
Cheng Lu never thought that he drew the sword too quickly.
Ximen was walking, and so was Cheng Lu.
One sees something higher and one sees something lower.
Cheng Lu was thinking at that time, are all the people outside so slow to draw swords? Then the way of sword intention they cultivated is nothing more than this.
Although Ximen was using a sword, Cheng Lu still wanted to give him a little concession, so when he drew the sword, he was deliberately slow for a moment.
Then an inch of Cheng Lu's hair was chopped off.
Cheng Lu looked at the hair falling to the ground. She didn't shirk anything. She just raised her head and looked at Ximen in disbelief, and then said - you win.
Ximen naturally knew that Cheng Lu was a little slow, so he also said - you are giving way to me.
That day, many sword cultivators from the Lingnan Sword Sect were watching.
It was also that day.
The world knows that there is a man named Ximen and a place called the Five Swordsmen Sect.
It no longer matters who wins between Ximen and Cheng Lu.
A man saw a higher, faster and stronger world.
A person saw a low-level practitioner who could go up even from a low place.
That blow from Ximen made Cheng Lu never have long hair again. She always had short hair, parted to both sides - perhaps it represented Cheng Lu's recognition of Ximen.
Later, Ximen came to Nanyi City.
Di Qianjun, who was also from the Liuyun Sword Sect, was taken into the heavenly prison.
So when Ximen was walking slowly and painfully on the long drizzle street of Nanyi City with a broken knife on his back, he thought of the always indifferent Southern Dispatcher of Heavenly Prison.
Going to hell is neither a good thing nor a bad thing.
One cannot live forever wandering around.
Ximen looked up at Xiaoyu.
The rain didn't feel good to him.
Gloomy.
As if something was about to happen.
So he carried the broken knife on his back, picked up a floating crutch abandoned by someone by the river, and headed towards the west of the city.
The fire of hell has been put out.
When Ximen walked to the alley, he smelled the smell of ashes that had lingered in the rain for a long time and frowned.
But the walls of Hell are originally black.
So the world probably wouldn't notice that there was another fire here last night.
Ximen pushed open the gate of Heavenly Hell, passed through the pear blossoms covered with gray spots, and walked deeper.
There were many heavenly wardens sorting out the rescued documents and files in the inner courtyard.
Someone saw Ximen walking in. He stepped forward and said with shame, "Someone came to Heavenly Prison yesterday..."
Ximen leaned on crutches and carried a broken knife on his back, silently looking in the direction of the Overwatch Council.
"Master Di, he..."
Simon sighed and said, "I know."
Ximen passed through the Moon Gate and walked all the way to the burned-down Overwatch Council.
There was a burnt body there.
Ximen carried the knife on his back, coughing in the rain, and then stopped in front of the corpse. He looked at it in silence for a long time, and then his eyes stopped at the heart of the corpse.
There was a very deep sword mark there.
There is no sword intent, just ordinary sword marks.
Everyone in this world has his or her own appearance.
The same goes for human swords.
And this sword left scars on his heart and ribs.
The characteristics are particularly obvious.
The sword shape is ordinary, as is common in the South, but it is very thick.
The thickness doesn't look like a sword at all, but more like a piece of iron.
It was as if an apprentice who had just started learning blacksmithing lazily made a sword shape and then gave up.
Ximen looked at it for a long time, coughed in a low voice, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked to the side at a certain Heavenly Prisoner who had entered the Dao realm.
"What happened last night?"
The Heavenly Prisoner whispered: "I didn't know that someone used Taoism to separate the entire Heavenly Prison."
Ximen didn't ask any more questions, turned around and walked out.
The man asked hesitantly from behind: "Master Di's body?"
Ximen paused and said calmly: "Burn it."
Ximen went to the front yard of Tianjing, stopped on the pear blossom path, and looked around silently. On the pear blossoms covered with fire ashes, there were still traces of Taoism - the same charm as the night before. It is a simple Taoist technique.
Ximen was silent for a while, and then walked forward until he stopped at the gate.
Yesterday there were many jailers in the heavenly prison.
However, someone walked into the Overwatch Council deep in the Heavenly Prison.
Then he stabbed down with a sword.
He used such a mysterious Taoist technique, but when he killed people, he used an extremely simple sword. The sword was still a sword of poor craftsmanship.
Why?
Ximen coughed and understood something.
He has no energy left.
Just like after being pointed out by the mountains and rivers of Beitai, his vitality was severely damaged and he had to travel through the world like a common person.
After that person used Taoism, there was no more energy left in the divine sea to drive other things, so he had to brutally kill people in the ordinary way.
Although the remaining Taoist skills on the pear blossoms have a simple charm, there is nothing that frightens Ximen - perhaps it is because he cannot fully perform the Taoist skills.
So his level will not be very high.
At least it won't be in the small realm.
A Taoist who uses a sword.
Ximen inevitably thought of Zhang Xiaoyu again.
But Zhang Xiaoyu would naturally not do such a thing.
So who could this person be?
If his purpose of coming was not clear before, then what happened last night had clearly exposed this person's motives.
He has something to hide.
So after killing people, they also set fires.
Ximen looked up at the ashes falling on a pear blossom above his head.
This piece of ashes is very large, and because it is in the lower layer of the pear tree, it has not been wetted and broken by the rain.
Ximen picked off the pear blossom, and there were faint writings on it. After looking at it for a long time, Ximen only recognized the word "nan".
After blowing gently to blow away all the ashes, Ximen dropped the pear blossom under the tree.
Naturally, the case files of Nanyi City’s Heavenly Prison are filled with the word “nan”.
This is meaningless information.
Ximen looked back at the depths of Heavenly Prison, then turned around and walked out.
Heading towards the north of the city.
Although Simon now has some clues, these things are not important compared to other things at the moment.
Three hundred thousand Qingjia went north, whether they wanted to rebel or vent their anger, these were matters that had nothing to do with the Sword Sect in the World.
But they are no longer in Nanyi City. This is something related to the Human Sword Sect.
Ximen walked all the way with his crutch, and it took him a long time to reach the gate of Jianzong.
The young Hu Lu was holding his sword and was dazed at the door.
Seeing Ximen's figure approaching, his eyes fell on the crutch in Ximen's hand, and he asked with some hesitation: "Senior Brother Ximen came here again last night?"
Ximen looked down at the crutch in his hand and thought to himself, I was beaten half to death last night and slept on the mountain road all night. Why did I come to your Sword Sect?
"No."
Simon shook his head.
Hu Lu snorted, looked at Ximen and asked, "What is senior brother doing here today?"
"I want to find Senior Brother Chen."
Hu Lu pointed to the door, and was about to say that Chen Huaifeng should be drinking tea inside, but suddenly remembered that he heard the senior brothers inside in the morning talking about Chen Huaifeng going to the Tonggui Monument. So he retracted his hand and pointed south.
"Senior brother is at the Tonggui Monument."
Ximen was silent for a while, coughed softly, sighed and said, "What about Senior Brother Zhang?"
"Senior Brother Zhang went to play cards. I don't know if he's back now. He usually goes through the back door and sleeps when he comes back. I don't know. You can go inside and have a look."
"Thank you."
Ximen walked slowly towards Jianzong.
Hu Lu looked at Ximen's broken knife, and then remembered Ximen's weak appearance, and was a little curious as to who had beaten Ximen into such a state.
Thinking about the lamentations of the two senior brothers from time to time - it seems that there are indeed many things in the world.
Hu Lu suddenly felt a sense of happiness.
Thinking about it this way, it would be nice to sit at the door with the sword in his arms.
At least there aren't that many worries.
Happiness really needs to be compared.
Hu Lu thought.
...
Zhang Xiaoyu was indeed sleeping in Jianzong, lying on the guardrail of Sanchi Pavilion with his face sideways, drooling from his sleep.
After asking several disciples of the Sword Sect, Ximen finally found Zhang Xiaoyu's whereabouts.
Just watching this scene, he fell silent.
No matter how you look at it, Zhang Xiaoyu is not as reliable as Chen Huaifeng.
What kind of serious person stays up all night, plays cards until early in the morning, and then sleeps like a pig?
But Ximen still walked to the pavilion on crutches, took a long breath, and pushed Zhang Xiaoyu's shoulders.
"Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Zhang, wake up!"
Simon's call was of no use.
If it weren't for the fact that Jian Zong had already arrived, plus he was injured and didn't want to walk back and forth, Ximen would have turned around and gone to Tonggui Monument to find Chen Huaifeng.
Zhang Xiaoyu smacked his mouth twice, turned over and continued to sleep.
Not far away, there was a thirty-year-old Jianzong brother who was passing by the trail. When he saw this scene, he smiled and shouted from a distance.
"Zhang Xiaoyu, it's time to play cards!"
Zhang Xiaoyu jumped up.
"What cards are you playing? Who is playing cards? What bastard is playing cards secretly without calling me?"
The senior brother laughed and walked away long ago, leaving only Ximen standing in the pavilion with a broken knife on his back and a look of helplessness on his face.
He suddenly wondered if Cong Ren didn't want to care about human affairs anymore, so he asked Zhang Xiaoyu to look after the human world.
In comparison, Chen Huaifeng appears to be more conscientious and conscientious.
Ximen thought with a sigh, then saluted Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "Senior Brother Zhang."
Zhang Xiaoyu yawned and said, "So it's Junior Brother Ximen who wants to play cards?"
"..." Ximen was speechless. After a long time, he looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, who was about to go back to sleep, and said, "Senior brother, something is going to happen in Nanyi City."
Zhang Xiaoyu lay lazily on the railing, like a lazy cat that had lost its tail.
"What happened?"
"Beitai seized the military talisman and headed north with 300,000 Qingjia."
"Oh, that's good. We can collect more than 80,000 tables of mahjong."
"..." Ximen sighed, "I'd better go find Senior Brother Chen."
"Haha." Zhang Xiaoyu tried his best to sit upright by holding on to the railing, and said with a haha, "I was joking."
Ximen breathed a sigh of relief, and then almost became angry to death at Zhang Xiaoyu's next words.
"Except Nanyi City, where can you find 80,000 card tables?"
"Senior brother, don't be joking." Ximen took a deep breath and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said seriously.
Zhang Xiaoyu also became serious, looked at Ximen and said seriously: "You were the one who joked with me first."
"?"
"You, Ximen, a dignified cultivator in the seventh realm of the small path, can let an idle young master from Peking University take away the military talisman. Aren't you kidding me?" Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly.
Ximen wanted to say something, but Zhang Xiaoyu interrupted him and continued: "I know you were injured, and it looks like you were beaten. If you guessed it correctly, it was Shanhe Yizhi."
Ximen looked at this fellow Sword Master from Shanhe Temple in silence.
"But if you think about it, why does he, a young man from Peking University who has never entered the path of spiritual practice, dare to rob you of your path? Is he full of righteousness or is he full of loneliness and courage?"
Zhang Xiaoyu sneered and said, "I know you, Ximen, are very famous in the world, but with such a great reputation, the young master from Peking University dares to do such a thing. Do you think he is stupid or you?"
After being scolded by Zhang Xiaoyu, Ximen sighed and said, "This matter is indeed my problem."
Zhang Xiaoyu did not continue to scold him. He also sighed and said, "It's not your problem."
He looked down at the occasionally exposed corner of his Taoist robe under his white clothes.
"It's the problem of the person who borrowed the mountains and rivers."
Zhang Xiaoyu coughed as he spoke, spat into the pool, and then looked down at the dots of blood inside—these were some remaining injuries.
"Damn, it's really annoying." Zhang Xiaoyu said, looking at the pool of water with a sad face. "Where is your Lord Liu? When will he come back? This kind of thing should be the responsibility of him, the Minister of War."
"Master Liu is still in Daze and has not returned."
"ε=(´ο｀*))) Alas." Zhang Xiaoyu sighed, thought for a long time, and said slowly, "How many swordsmen in Lingnan have been repaired?"
Ximen shook his head and said: "I don't know, there are many new faces in Nanyi City. According to their past practice, they should all come out."
Zhang Xiaoyu's mood improved now.
Although the Lingnan Sword Sect has been criticized by the cultivation world for many years, the arrival of many sword cultivators has naturally made the world's hearts more stable. However, the departure of the 300,000 Qingjia who should have been the main defense force of Nanyi City, no matter which side , are all bad news.
Although there are many senior brothers in the Human Sword Sect.
However, the top leaders of the cultivation world cannot take action unless necessary.
What's more, I still don't know anything about the situation on the other side of Daze. The heavy fog has blocked everything.
As if for thousands of years, the two lands were once again isolated.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought in silence for a long time, looked at the west gate, and said softly: "Xiu Shu, go north and tell Huaidu that Nanyi City allows people from the north."
Ximen was silent for a while and said: "Huaihe may not be willing to believe it. After all, according to Master Liu, His Majesty is missing, and the whole Huaihe is not sure."
Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "Let's just say that Liu Sanyue died in Daze."
Ximen said softly: "This will be the crime of deceiving the emperor in the future."
Zhang Xiaoyu stood up and walked into the drizzle.
"Just write, if Liu Sanyue is not dead and I kill him, then it won't be considered as bullying."
Ximen stood silently in the pavilion, with the crutch beside him. There might still be some unburned blood on it, but no one noticed it.
"good."
