When Nan Dao opened his eyes, it was already dark.
The small lakes where the vitality streams in the Divine Sea converged only had a shallow bottom.
The only good thing is that there are many small fish swimming among them.
It is the sword fish of South Island.
It's just that although there appear to be many, most of them are relatively weak.
It cannot be regarded as a true sword intention. It still needs to be cultivated and formed before it can be truly driven out of the body and enhance the power of the sword.
After sitting there and thinking for a long time, Nan Dao realized that he was the only one here on the listening stage, but Chen He didn't know where he was.
But if you listen carefully, Nanyi City seems to be making a vague noise?
It is rare for Nandao to really listen to the wind for a long time.
The wind was really noisy.
I don't know what's going on outside.
Nan Dao looked up at the night sky, only to realize that in those nights, there were sword lights flying by from time to time.
Either fall into Nanyi City, or fly outside Nanyi City.
After looking at Nandao for a long time, I always felt that something was wrong.
After thinking about it carefully for a long time, I realized that Nanyi City had completely lost its brightly lit appearance in the past. Only occasionally, there were three or two lanterns hanging in the streets.
It looks quite deserted.
Nan Dao held his sword and sat alone on the windstand at night.
After a long time, I saw Chen He's figure appearing in the bamboo forest path below.
Carrying some food and a bottle of wine, he was walking towards the library through the light and shadow of the night stars and the falling bamboo forest.
Nan Dao didn't make a sound, but Chen He raised his head and looked at the listening platform.
Then I saw Nan Dao already sitting in a daze by the stage, and simply didn't bother to come up.
He stopped in the bamboo forest path, put everything on the bamboo chair, and then called Nan Dao to come down and eat.
Nan Dao walked down with his sword in his arms, looked at Chen He who was already sitting on the bamboo chair and started eating, and asked, "Where were you before?"
Chen He said while eating: "Go and fry some tofu and send it to the sword cultivator on the top of the city to eat."
"..." Nan Dao looked at Chen He for a long time and said, "I feel like you are trying to bribe them?"
"Hey, what are you buying?" Chen He said helplessly, "After all, Nanyi City is up to them now. It's better to be full than not."
"That's true." Nan Dao also sat down on the long bamboo chair. There was some starlight in the night, so although the lights beside the bamboo forest path were not lit, there was still some light. However, Nan Dao sat down and took a look. The Peach Blossom Sword in his arms was still unsheathed, moving through the night wind, lighting a few of the garden lamps.
Chen He looked at Nan Dao sitting there and lighting the lamp, but he was also a little curious.
"Can you do this now?"
Nan Dao raised his hand to catch the Peach Blossom Sword that flew back, thought for a moment and said, "It could have been like this a long time ago."
"That's okay." Chen He poured wine from a cup and looked up at the night sky, looking very melancholy.
Nan Dao put the sword on his knees and poured a glass of wine with his free hand. While drinking, he asked: "Is there already a fight outside?"
Chen He thought for a while and said: "Not only did they start fighting, I heard that the powerful senior brothers of Jianzong also found the crossing point in Dazeli, temporarily cutting off the possibility of more people coming from Huangliang. However, many people still came and gave the sword cultivators from Lingnan a beating on the edge of the marsh. Later, the sword cultivators seemed a little dissatisfied and came out of the green mountains to fight back again. It had some effect, but it was not too much. It has a great effect, but it has probably retreated to Qingshan now.”
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said, "It seems to be very miserable."
Chen He said: "That's why I'm going to give them some food. Although I can't give much, what if the final winner is my hand of tofu?"
"..."
Nan Dao was speechless for a moment.
After drinking for a while, Nan Dao suddenly asked: "Where did Cao Weiying go today?"
Chen He spread his hands and said, "I don't know either. I even went to Laogou Town to ask, but they didn't know either."
Nan Dao was stunned and said, "What is this old dog town?"
Chen He looked at Nandao and said, "This is where you will be treated."
"Isn't that Tianshang Town?"
"Not Old Dog Town?"
"no."
"Do you need to shout that I'm going to Old Dog Town when you go in?"
Nan Dao looked at Chen He strangely.
"No, you won't shout like this every time."
After Chen Hetun finished the glass of wine, he seemed to have understood something, and sighed and said: "Yes."
"How dare you shout if you are so stupid?" Nan Dao looked at Chen He in disbelief.
"How did I know that Cao Weiying, who looks like a serious person, would do such a mean thing?"
Chen He said helplessly.
Nan Dao laughed while drinking.
Chen He, who had lived his life freely and freely, fell to the word "Old Dog Town".
What Chen He wants to know most now is.
When I shouted like that, how many people listened to me?
If Yunhu didn't know he was here, he would probably be able to answer the doubts that had puzzled him for a long time.
The two chatted in the Starlight Bamboo Forest until late at night before leaving.
Chen He went to the concierge to sleep again.
Nan Dao returned to the Wind Listening Terrace, sat by the stage, and began to cultivate his sword intent.
...
Under the night of the Yellow Mountains.
Qing Xiang, dressed in white clothes with blood and a black footprint, was walking slowly on the snowy top of this mountain range.
Of course, the current Prime Minister is no longer a cultivator of the great road, but just a small path. For people like them who have lived for a thousand years, the decline in their realm is naturally not a big deal, but it cannot be recovered in a short time.
Looking up and looking into the distance, I still see the endless night sky and mountains. I don’t know when I will be able to get out of here.
The prime minister actually regretted running so far in one go.
It's certainly not a big problem to travel so far in the realm of the great avenue.
When the Sword Master Qing Yi was young, he always traveled 490,000 miles to the East China Sea.
But Qing Xiang is just a monk in the minor realm now. Although he still has demon power, because he doesn't know if Huang Liang's wimps will come back, Qing Xiang doesn't use the remaining demon power to rush on.
"Damn, they're a bunch of bullies who want to bully their teachers and destroy their ancestors. If others want to rebel, just let them go. What are you doing here to mess around?"
The world-famous scholar cursed his mother happily on the top of the mountain.
After walking a long way, Qingxiang suddenly stopped.
In front of him, on a small mound that was not too high, there was a sword inserted quietly.
The sword is black and is stuck in the snow under the tree that has been silent for who knows how many years.
The sword has no name.
Or rather it once had a name.
The nameless sword.
It is easy to imagine where it comes from.
The prime minister stopped in front of the mound, smiled softly, and said: "It turns out that I am not the only one who has such a person in Xuanxuyuan."
No force is truly monolithic.
Unless it's just a piece of iron.
Someone must be lying behind the mound, probably looking at the stars, the vastness of the night and the scattered snow.
"The human world is not always on the same page." The man said softly behind the snowy mound. "From the beginning when we were born, people in the world are not walking on the same path, so it is normal for us to have differences in the end."
The prime minister didn't see the man's appearance. Judging from his voice, he shouldn't be too old, but not too young either.
The Human Sword Sect has had too many disciples in a thousand years.
Not all ministers will know each other.
So he looked at the sword again.
The sword is also unfamiliar.
But at first glance, it looks like a sword that has been used for many years.
The sword has probably been used countless times. The sword body is strong and strong, and the sword intention on the sword body is quite gloomy.
The prime minister didn't see anything, so he looked across the mound.
Unfortunately, we only saw large patches of snow.
"So what path did you choose in the end?"
The Prime Minister raised his hand and held the Xuan Xue Jade, and asked.
But the man laughed and said, "Why, you want to see it too?"
The Prime Minister sighed and said, "That's not true. I'm just asking to see if I can guess your identity. I'll report it to Cong Ren in the future."
"I think with Master's laziness, even if you really guessed it, you wouldn't be too lazy to think about when and which disciples he accepted."
The prime minister was silent for a while and said, "That's true."
Then the mountains fell silent.
"This place is not far from the River Styx. I have been looking for you for a long time before you could come here." The man said softly. "But this is good. After the death of my senior, I can suffer less bumps in the boat."
"You're confident."
"Yes, because you were injured and fell into trouble, but I wasn't. I lived peacefully in the world, and then I came here with my sword."
The man said softly, and finally sat up behind the mound. When he stood up, he was wearing a loose black robe.
So even though he turned around and held the black sword.
The prime minister didn't see his appearance either.
The only thing that can be seen is the extremely young hands under the black robe.
The Prime Minister's gaze stayed on the hand holding the sword for a long time.
The man also looked down at his hands, smiled softly, and said, "Sorry, you saw it."
Just seeing the hand does not necessarily mean that the identity is exposed.
But those particularly young hands meant something.
"It turns out that you are also a person who transforms into a demon." Qing Xiang said slowly.
Among the younger generation of disciples of the Human Sword Sect, the one most likely to enter the Great Dao is Chen Huaifeng.
But even if he keeps in good health all day long, he can't maintain such young hands.
The wind and frost will leave traces bit by bit as they blow through people's lives for hundreds of years.
Demons can too.
It's just that their lifespans are longer, so the accumulation of those traces will be extremely slow.
"A person who transforms into a demon?" The man shook his head and said calmly, "I am originally a demon."
It turns out they are the same race.
Qing Xiangru thought.
Although he and Cong Ren are both demons, there are differences.
The prime minister was a demon when he was born.
And Cong Ren was originally a human being.
But the Sword Sect disciple of unknown generation in front of him was a genuine demon clan.
Of course there are many monsters.
But not many can make a mark in the world.
Among the native demon clan, people can only think of Kamigawa and Qingxiang.
The prime minister sighed and said: "You are so talented, why don't you want to become famous in the world, but you want to be a little killer here?"
The man chuckled softly and said, "It doesn't mean much to become famous. It's just that I rarely have something I want to pursue."
"What is it?"
The prime minister was very curious.
"Of course this matter cannot be discussed."
The man said calmly, the black sword had been raised in front of him, and the sword's intention gradually gathered.
Naturally, the prime minister didn't say any more.
The jade hanging in the hand shines brightly.
The blue-red long and short sword appeared in his hand again.
"Senior's sword is pretty good." The man said softly.
The sword is good, but the person who uses the sword is probably not good at it.
Naturally, the Prime Minister didn't care. He was just a half-hearted swordsman. If he hadn't been possessed by ghosts and his realm had fallen, he wouldn't have chosen to use the sword.
"So if you want to find your way back, I might be able to give you this sword."
The minister is very sincere.
Because he was not sure that he could defeat this great demon sword cultivator who was not known to be a disciple of Cong Ren's generation under such circumstances.
The man seemed a little moved.
People who use swords naturally have a hard time resisting a good sword.
But it's just a heartbeat.
"Of course not everyone is worthy of taking Qingxuanxu's leg bones - I certainly don't deserve it."
When the prime minister heard this, his heart moved.
Some of the mysteries that had been lingering in my mind seemed to be solved.
Suddenly he raised his head and looked at the man, his expression somewhat angry.
"Did you steal the young master's arm bone?"
The man stood in the snow on the mountain with his sword in hand and said calmly: "Yes."
After hearing these words, Qing Xiang slowly calmed down.
"Now I have a reason not to give Cong Ren face."
The prime minister said softly.
The great sword cultivators from the Human Sword Sect are naturally not mediocre people.
But naturally neither is his minister.
If it weren't for an oversight that caused the Divine Sea to be infected by the power of witches and ghosts.
The Prime Minister will not reach this point now.
It's just that he is a very thin minister, but he is also a minister.
The death of Nanchu Lingwu Quling is a good proof.
The minister stood under the snowy mound, his white clothes stained with blood, but still fluttering.
Then a bloody shadow passed through the wind and snow.
The figure of the black-robed swordsman also became ghostly. He escaped into the wind and snow, and only countless shadows could be seen remaining on the high mountains.
Every shadow is a sword.
Compared to the black-robed swordsman, the Prime Minister's sword seemed extremely straight.
Go straight forward, suddenly killing in the darkness.
Both of them were extremely fast, so it was hard to see anyone in the wind and snow on this high mountain.
Only traces of interlaced long swords can be seen from time to time, occasionally showing up somewhere, stirring up the sword intent, forcing the wind and snow away bit by bit.
The two of them exchanged swords like this for a long time.
Finally, at a certain moment, the Qing Xiang, who was still injured in Shenhai, showed some flaws and missed his sword by an inch.
Then the sword of the black-robed sword cultivator keenly seized this opportunity and went straight to the heart of the prime minister.
Naturally, the Prime Minister had no time to return his sword to block.
The prime minister didn't even think about turning back the sword, but directly stretched out his left hand. The mighty demon power attached to it, and he grabbed the black sword forcefully, and then pulled it forward hard, as if to repair the black robe sword. The figure seemed to be pulled out from under the black robe.
The black-robed sword cultivator was shocked when he saw this scene.
Whose scholar is in such good health?
Pianpian in white is doing things like a reckless man.
The black-robed swordsman abandoned his sword decisively and walked backwards.
If he is a member of the Liuyun Sword Sect, he will naturally be in good health and eat well.
But he's not.
The prime minister is a great demon who practices Taoism.
It was naturally very foolish to get close to him after the sword in his hand was restrained.
The black-robed swordsman abandoned his sword and stepped back, raising his hands in front of him. There was a heavy wind and snow in the sky and the earth.
Countless black-robed sword practitioners were revealed in the heavy snow - but they were just the remaining shadows from before.
After those phantoms appeared, they were like black-robed sword cultivators, reciting sword techniques together.
Countless phantom swords came out of their hands, carrying the mighty sword intention towards the Prime Minister in the wind and snow.
The prime minister just sneered and released the sword in his hand. Only his long and short swords were left behind.
Take a step forward.
The Taoist rhyme appears around the body.
Recite four words softly in your mouth.
go through fire and water.
Thousands of mysterious auras surround the prime minister.
The black-robed swordsman felt this ancient Taoist technique, but suddenly remembered that the original copy of the Hangu Guan's supreme classic Blue Bull Five Thousand Words had been preserved in the hands of this scholar for thousands of years.
This is the art of the great road from simplicity to complexity.
Hangu Taoism.
Naturally, the Prime Minister doesn't care what the Sword Sect disciple is thinking.
The whole person and the thousands of sword intentions seem to exist in two realms.
Countless shadow swords broke away from the body.
But it didn't hurt him at all.
The Prime Minister raised his hand to hold the sword, and then his body transformed into sword light and thrust out with the sword.
A sonorous sword sound came from high on the mountain.
The black-robed sword cultivator still stood where he was, holding his sword in front of him.
And those thousands of phantoms of sword intent flowed back in the blink of an eye, turning into a sword of intense and substantial sword intent, which just happened to stop Qing Xiang's sword strike.
The two swords intersected, and then the mighty sword intent spread, and the two of them retreated at the same time.
The black-robed swordsman raised his hand to recall his sword and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips.
The state of the prime minister has fallen, which is naturally more bleak.
"The prime minister in white is indeed powerful." The black-robed swordsman said slowly.
The Prime Minister bent down not far away. Although he looked a little out of breath, he said calmly: "After all, I can be regarded as the ancestor of all the monsters in the human world."
The black-robed swordsman looked down at the cracks on his black sword that had been forcibly held by the prime minister's left hand, and said slowly: "My sword is indeed not very good."
The prime minister wanted to say something else, but the man turned into sword light and disappeared into the snow and wind on the mountain.
"See you next time."
Prime Minister Qing looked at the rather weak sword light, but did not pursue it.
Naturally, both of them were unable to fight anymore.
The prime minister's swordsmanship is naturally not very good.
But he's good with a sword.
So under that sword.
Both Shenhai were severely traumatized.
The long and short swords turned into hanging jade and fell into the hands of the prime minister.
The Prime Minister held the piece of jade tightly and looked forward silently.
Naturally, his injuries became more and more serious.
I don't know if there is anything else waiting for me ahead.
This should be beyond the boundaries of Huangliang.
Going further, you can cross Daze and return to Huai'an.
After returning to Nanyi City, you can naturally rest in peace for a while.
He wouldn't be like Liu Sanyue and be killed by his own people right after he returned.
Qing Xiang thought silently, coughed for a long time, spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm into the snow, and continued walking forward.
