Chen Huaifeng sat on the top of the tomb mountain, looking up at the memorial tablet.
The brief excitement brought by Zhang Xiaoyu left again, so he had to look at the night boringly.
There seemed to be some chill in the night.
It's the wind blowing from the south.
There is also some barren atmosphere of the Yellow Mountains.
Chen Huaifeng turned his head and looked south.
The fog has become very light, and some high mountains can be faintly seen in the night.
But across the 800-mile swamp, nothing could be seen.
Chen Huaifeng took a breath and pulled out the wolfberry sword. The sword fire ignited, dispelling the chill.
What stories are secretly happening in the world on the other side tonight?
Chen Huaifeng frowned and thought.
Turn your head and look north.
Not only the Taoist sect, but also Liuyun Sword Sect and Mojianya were motionless.
Chen Huaifeng sometimes even has some dark thoughts.
For example, the Human Sword Sect has been too prosperous in recent years.
So the spiritual practice community decided to hammer it out.
As long as there can be a little movement in the northern cultivation world.
Even Chen Huaifeng would not choose to kill Liu Sanyue.
Unfortunately he didn't see anything.
So he sat silently on the tomb mountain, holding the half curtain of wind and rain left to him by the white wind and rain alone.
...
East China Sea.
Somewhere under a high cliff, beside a clear stream, there was a young man in black with short hair slicked sideways, wearing leggings and holding a sword, lying helplessly in the night.
Beside him, there was a shivering little kingfisher.
The story begins on March 29th, which is today’s afternoon.
Because he lost track of the Tianya Sword Sect and could not find any trace of Nan Dao, Si Po Sword Cheng Lu chose to come to the East China Sea on his own in order to prevent Mo Jian Ya from settling his scores in the future, intending to receive a sword blow.
Originally the story was simple.
But here comes the problem.
When she came, Cheng Lu saw a little demon on the road, and she also wanted to come to the East China Sea, so she took her with her.
He never expected that she would go to the East China Sea to deliver a message.
I still want to give it to Mojianya.
Even when Cheng Lu got here, she felt like it was nothing.
Anyway, just send the letter. Even if the letter she sent was to scold Qiu Shui, it had nothing to do with him. Master Qiu Shui would not be angry with him just because he gave the little kingfisher a lift.
Until I climbed the sword ladder to the cliff with difficulty, and saw Qiu Xi'er among the green bamboos on the cliff.
Cheng Lu told Qiu Xier the whole story.
Qiu Xi'er was expressionless at first and had no intention of blaming Cheng Lu.
Cheng Lu thought the story would end like this.
Then he suddenly remembered the story of the little kingfisher that wanted to deliver the message.
The sword ladder is covered with sword intent. Once a little demon like Qingqing steps on it, he will be killed by the sword intent before he can go far.
So Cheng Lu kindly put her in his sleeve.
At this moment, I suddenly remembered it, and I was glad that I hadn't forgotten it, so I took out the little kingfisher Qingqing.
Qingqing looked at the cold-looking woman in front of her and felt a little frightened, but thinking about the entrustment of her friend Shushu, she still handed over the letter carefully.
Cheng Lu felt something was wrong at that time.
Why are you so timid about sending a letter?
So he pulled Qingqing aside and asked her in a low voice what was written inside.
Wait until Qingqing said it coquettishly.
Cheng Lu knew that she was finished.
What you sent was a love letter. Why didn't you tell me earlier?
Cheng Lu jumped up and ran away.
However, there was a sound of drawing a sword from behind.
Looking back, Qiu Xier indeed held the letter and took a sword from the side, looking at Cheng Lu expressionlessly.
——Junior brother, don’t you want to ask for a sword?
Cheng Mian turned around with an embarrassed expression and glanced at Qing Qing beside him.
——There are outsiders here, and they are both contemporary Three Swordsmen. Can you give me some face?
Qiu Xi'er didn't say anything, just stood with the sword in hand.
Then Cheng Lu was severely beaten by Qiu Xier in front of Qingqing.
The beating was so miserable.
Qingqing was lamenting beside him.
Fortunately, after Qiu Xi'er finished the fight, he threw the two of them off the sword cliff.
Otherwise, Cheng Lu would be beaten so unconscious that even Qingqing, a little demon, wouldn't know how to get down.
Then there is the story by the clear stream - Cheng Lu lay down by the stream and moaned all afternoon.
Qingqing did not leave Cheng Lu here alone. After all, it seemed that Cheng Lu received this beating because of the letter she sent.
The two of them studied the contents of the letter for an entire afternoon.
It's quite simple, just two sentences.
One sentence is "Sir, I miss you." There is also a typo. I don't know who the illiterate person wrote, but the miss is written as a picture.
The second sentence is, sir, if I am not dead, remember to wait for me.
So which sentence caused Cheng Lu to receive this beating?
The two studied it for a long time and thought it was the first sentence.
This is the conclusion Qingqing came to.
Because what I write is about appearances rather than thoughts.
Missing a heart.
In other words, Qiu Xier thinks that the person who wrote the letter did not mean it from his heart.
So angry.
Cheng Lu suddenly realized!
So that's it.
But the beating has already been taken, and even knowing it will be of no use.
Cheng Lu decided to find the person who sent the letter and return the beating, so she asked Qing Qing who sent the letter.
Qingqing tilted her head and thought for a long time before she remembered the name from Shushu's chattering call at that time.
South Island.
Cheng Lu was stunned at that time.
Why the hell are you going around here, or is it your kid who caused the trouble?
The more Cheng Lu thought about it, the angrier she became. She climbed up by the night stream, picked up her sword and headed south while covering her butt.
Qingqing thought about it for a long time, and then followed him. He also wanted to go back to Shushu to report the situation.
So the two of them walked away along the clear stream in the night.
The green bamboo on the sword cliff is in the middle.
Qiu Xi'er stood silently in the night.
Nanyi City is a drizzle world.
But there is no East China Sea, only the endless sea breeze blows slowly on this high cliff.
There is no cold moonlight.
Just a faint silence.
Certainly not the silence of the vast sea.
I don't know how long it took, but someone seemed to come from behind and stood with Qiu Xi'er by the clear stream that slowly flowed through Qingzhuju.
Two figures are reflected in the stream.
One of them was wearing a white dress, with a cold and distant expression, and a simple hairpin held by a sword-shaped wooden hairpin.
One was dressed in orange, his eyes were calm and peaceful, but his hair was white.
If you exclude the external temperament and makeup, the two of them are naturally very similar.
So the person walking in the night was naturally the current owner of Mojian Cliff.
Autumn water.
An old demon in the world.
"What were your original thoughts?"
Qiu Shui sat down by the stream, looked down at the reflection in the stream, and said softly.
Qiu Xi'er was silent for a long time and said slowly: "I just think that he is more suitable to sit on the Zhujian Stage than me."
Qiu Shui sighed softly and said, "So the emotions of young people can be exploited, and they are also the easiest to exploit."
"But whether this is good or bad, I don't know." Qiu Xi'er looked at the night calmly.
The night is the human world.
The human world by the East China Sea has always been the busiest in the entire eastern part of Huai'an.
Many large and small sword sects and human settlements spread around this high cliff. Looking from the high cliff, those human lights looked like flowers everywhere.
The more than 3,000-foot Sword Intention Ladder at Mojian Cliff has always been the most suitable place in the world for tempering sword intention.
But people in the world often stop at a thousand feet.
Therefore, the bustle of the human world is that of the human world.
This high cliff, where people need to look up, will always be the most lonely and desolate place in the world.
Qiu Shui sat by the stream and looked up at the human world.
"It doesn't matter if it's good or bad, it's whether it's true or false that matters."
Qiu Xi'er was silent for a while and said, "Why?"
"Only those who sit at high places can sit securely with a clear conscience." Qiu Shui said calmly. "Otherwise, the night wind is cold and the ghost in my heart cannot be at peace. How can I see the human world?"
Qiu Xi'er fell silent.
So, do I have a clear conscience or a guilty conscience?
She doesn't know either.
Qiu Shui didn't say anything else. The two of them looked at the world together, and then looked across the thousands of green mountains to the south of Huai'an.
There was a large swamp there and there was heavy fog.
The people on the cliff had seen it a long time ago.
But they said nothing and did nothing.
"Shangui Yaoji, she should have left Daze." Qiu Xi'er said slowly.
"Nothing, no need to look at her."
Qiu Shui answered calmly.
"Where is the Wuguishen Cult?"
"There's no need to look."
"What about Nanyi City?"
"No need to see anything."
Qiu Xi'er fell silent and looked at Qiu Shui, who was sitting quietly by the stream.
"So what do we need to see?"
Qiu Shui looked back at the Zhuojian Platform on the top of the cliff hidden in the night clouds, and said calmly: "We don't need to look at anything."
"Why?"
Qiu Shui lowered his head, as if remembering many past stories, and remained silent for a long time.
Until the lights in the world gradually dimmed.
"Because if we don't look at anything, that is the best result for the world." Qiu Shui said softly, "Some people once looked at the sky, so the sky was broken. Someone once looked at the Styx, so the Styx was broken. There are thousands of people in the world. The years of chaos are far less than the harm Mojianya has brought to the world."
Qiu Xi'er remained silent and said nothing. She knew who her mother was talking about.
Say these names on Sword Cliffs.
The whole world will be reminded of some tragic stories.
Therefore, the human world calls the final state of the Sword Sect, sitting and guarding the human world.
Perhaps for the human world, as long as the people of Mojian Cliff can sit peacefully on the Zhuojian Platform, they are the best protector of the human world. Then, as Mr. Xie said, they can make the world whitewash their sins. , self-hidden undercurrent.
Qiu Shui laughed softly, stood up and dragged a waterfall of white hair towards the top of the highest cliff in the world.
"So sometimes I'm very lucky. I'm a person with average talent. My upper limit is there. I won't be worried all day long because I think about what I will do if I go crazy."
"But you are different, Qingxi, and the boy you chose is also different." Qiu Shui stood in the bamboo forest path, looking back at the silent Qiu Xi'er by the stream. "You may go very high and far, but you must think carefully about everything."
Qiu Xi'er listened quietly, but suddenly she understood why the most stunning sword in Mojianya was called the line in the world.
The fate of the world hangs on a thread depending on one thought.
It’s called the front line in the world.
Therefore, it has been thousands of years since Mojian Cliff accepted a disciple.
...
What Chen Huaifeng cannot understand is well understood by many great cultivators in the world.
Therefore, even if Qiu Shui is high up on Zhuojian Terrace and sees everything, there will be no movement at Mojian Cliff.
Naturally, the prime minister would not rely on the sudden coming of a sword to turn the story around like Chen Huaifeng did.
Just like Zhang Xiaoyu said, do your own thing.
Lift your own card table.
The dusk shines on the snow, and the natural world is brilliant.
Therefore, Qingxiang felt that there was an extremely hot light piercing his body. The white clothes full of bloody plum blossoms were stained with the dusk, as if they were ignited by the afterglow, and burned like fire. But the prime minister, who was surrounded by the witch fire, felt no warmth at all.
The white snow in the black mountains blew into the bones with endless coldness. Countless green snow blew in, leaving deep wounds on the body of the prime minister, so all the demonic power began to stagnate. The prime minister who was in it tried to make a fist, but the scholar's powerful fist could not Starting to become weak and weak.
It's hunger, it's cold, it's the fear of the ancestors that has been preserved in the blood of the people who have survived to this day.
The prime minister began to feel that everything in front of him became blurry, so he staggered forward in a daze. It seemed that not far ahead, there was a fire that could warm everything.
There were people dressed in wild beast furs, jumping around.
But going forward is not a fire.
It's the setting sun in the twilight.
There were also two Nanchu spirit shamans with their eyes closed, their fingers intertwined with strange gestures, and they were maintaining the witchcraft skills.
As Qing Xiang walked in the twilight snow, he seemed to feel something was wrong. He tried hard to open his eyes, but what he saw became blurry and blurred, and the temperature in front of him became higher and higher.
It's fire!
There seemed to be a voice of surprise in Qing Xiang's ears.
It was the cheers of the ancient ancestors when they encountered a certain wildfire while walking in the dark and cold night.
So they rushed to tell each other and left happily.
Jump forward and embrace those fires.
Only then can all the night and hunger and cold be driven away.
Standing in the snowy dusk, the prime minister stretched out his hands.
The most deadly killing move in the snowy twilight was right in front of him, a setting sun, filled with the power of witches and ghosts, enough to melt the setting sun of a Taoist cultivator.
However, the prime minister did not hug him. At that moment, a jade pendant fell off his waist and hovered in the dusk and snow.
Chen Nu and Qu Ling were shocked, but they both opened their eyes.
The cyan jade pendant exuded bursts of green and red light.
And the Prime Minister grasped the jade pendant, and all the chaos in his eyes faded away, turning into clarity.
The light on the jade pendant expanded rapidly, and then turned into countless sword intentions, climbing out of Qing Xiang's hands, turning into a clear sword with a green body and red handle.
Red dip coral short.
The green hanging grass grows tall.
The Prime Minister calmly raised his sword to his chest, and then thrust it out.
At dusk, between the white snow on the Cangshan Mountain, there are two colors of green and red flashing.
Suddenly a sword came from the world.
It is the Prime Minister's own sword.
Qu Ling looked down at the sword that passed through his heart and the calm-looking scholar standing in front of him, seeming a little puzzled.
"Why not Chennu?"
Qing Xiang tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said, "Because of you, my hatred is even greater."
Qu Ling was silent for a while and said, "Yes."
On the edge of the Youhuang Mountains, the Momentary Styx River was used by Quling, not Chennu.
When the Prime Minister drew his sword, the power of countless witches and ghosts surged around Qu Ling, seemingly trying to sneak attack on the Prime Minister's Divine Sea again.
But the prime minister, who had been deceived once, would naturally not make such a stupid mistake. He raised his hand and killed all the witches and ghosts with one sword.
Qu Ling regretfully fell down on the cliff.
Qing Xiang looked back at the snowy field before.
Chen Nu has left the Youhuang Mountains neatly.
Qing Xiang turned back, looked at the figure that was falling rapidly, and calmly wiped the blood on the sword.
Then he coughed in a low voice, with a large amount of blood on the corners of his lips, and simply sat down on the edge of the cliff.
The twilight from witchcraft is slowly fading.
Just like the twilight of the human world rushes away, and then the night sky covers it one evening.
Qing Xiang looked down at the sword in his hand, smiling softly, but feeling a little ashamed.
Of course the Prime Minister's sword is not very good, but that is compared to Cong Ren, one of the three swords in the world.
But that wasn't what he was ashamed of.
But the light of the sword in his hand was much weaker than it was at the beginning, so many features that originally belonged to the sword appeared.
Red-soaked corals are short, while green-dipped corals are long.
The sword is green and red, and the red color comes from a sword cultivator from Mojian Cliff thousands of years ago.
The cyan color comes from a certain scholar in Xuanxuyuan.
Therefore, the name of the sword is long or short.
"It turns out that I have lived for a thousand years, and in the end I still have to rely on the light of you two."
The Prime Minister sighed and said, gently wiping the sword body. On the exquisite and clear sword body, the light was slowly fading until it turned into a jade pendant again.
The Prime Minister hung the jade pendant back on his waist, looked over the snow-capped mountains, and looked somewhere beyond the clouds and mist.
There is a rumor wind there.
It is also the location of the main hospital of Xuanxu Academy.
"It's really embarrassing to say that you have been dead for a thousand years and you still can't rest in peace." Qing Xiang smiled helplessly, seeming to think of a real scholar again.
"Someone wants to dig up your grave, and someone wants to rob your family property - although it sounds indecent, it's probably like this." Qingxiang looked down at the jade pendant around his waist, tilted his head and thought for a long time, but I don't know what to say.
"Well, of course it's not just escaping that counts as success." Qing Xiang chuckled softly.
"Rather, say, I will guard everything in Xuansheyuan."
As the Prime Minister spoke, he felt himself blushing.
It would be too shameful to live for a thousand years and still talk strange words on the top of a deserted mountain cliff.
The prime minister chuckled and touched his ears.
Fortunately no one saw it.
Qing Xiangru thought.
However, there was the sound of gentle footsteps behind him.
The Prime Minister was stunned for a moment, then turned around. What caught his eye was a pair of bare feet stepping on the snow on the cliff.
Looked up.
Then he saw the woman in a black dress holding a maple-colored umbrella diagonally.
The prime minister turned back quickly and muttered something.
"Damn it, it must be an illusion."
"It must be an illusion."
The Prime Minister muttered for a while, hesitated for a long time, and planned to look back.
"Damn it, it must be an illusion!"
The prime minister turned his head again.
The woman in the black dress had already reached the edge of the cliff. Her bare feet were stained with a lot of the barren black soil of the Yellow Mountains, and she stepped on the corner of the prime minister's white clothes.
"Your name is Prime Minister?"
The voice of the woman in black skirt fell softly into the snow on the mountain cliff.
The Prime Minister was stunned for a long time, his old ears that had been blown by the wind and snow for a thousand years turned crimson, thinking about the shameful words he just said, shaking his head crazily.
"No, my name is Cong Ren."
