Jiang Ye looked at Qing Xiang and said, "What's so good about it?"
The prime minister said angrily: "This old boy doesn't know martial arts and came to attack me, a thousand-year-old man. Fortunately, I know a little about swords and killed Qu Ling. This boy turned around and ran away. Since you Killing him would be a relief for me, so of course it’s good.”
Jiang Ye was silent for a while and said, "I didn't kill him. Of course I can't kill a spirit witch."
"Who is that? Which of your senior brothers has achieved greatness?"
The prime minister asked curiously.
Jiang Ye looked down at the Sleepless Sword in his arms, thought for a long time, and said slowly: "It's Young Master Wubei."
The Prime Minister was stunned for a moment, smacking his lips, as if he didn't know what to say, so he just said: "Hua Wubei."
Jiang Ye looked at the Prime Minister, thought for a moment, and said, "But I really don't understand why Young Master Wubei would do such a thing? It's just as he said himself, when he asked Chennu if he wanted to die, Chennu didn’t answer?”
Qing Xiang tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said, "Who do you think Hua Wubei is?"
Jiang Ye said: "I don't know him."
Jiang Ye indeed did not know Mr. Wubei. Not all disciples of the Sword Sect were visited by Mr. Wubei like Chen Huaifeng.
The Prime Minister looked into Daze and said, "When Hua Wubei entered the Great Witch before, he took Hua Wuxi to Huaian and walked around."
"I know this. The senior brothers talked about him when they were playing cards." Jiang Ye looked at Qing Xiang and said, "What does this mean?"
The Prime Minister smiled and said: "Think about it, a person who happily takes his younger brother to travel around after breaking through the realm. Who would he be?"
Jiang Ye was silent for a while and said, "I don't know."
The Prime Minister didn't say anything more, just stood up on the rock, then walked to Jiang Ye, and said slowly: "If you don't know, you don't have to think about it anymore. What kind of person he is is only his own business."
Jiang Ye looked at the Sleepless Sword in his arms and said slowly: "He killed senior brother Huaimin and also killed another senior brother from the Sword Sect that we don't know."
The Prime Minister turned back to look at Jiang Ye. Jiang Ye was naturally not too young. He was over thirty years old and was not considered a young swordsman in the world of cultivation. But as a great demon who has lived for more than a thousand years, Qing Xiang naturally looks at everyone like a child.
So he subconsciously touched Jiang Ye's head, and then after realizing something was wrong, he quickly took it back, with his back behind him as if nothing had happened, and said slowly: "Chen Huaifeng also killed Liu March."
Jiang Ye fell silent.
This is indeed the case.
The Prime Minister looked at the human world quietly and said calmly: "Of course you have to bear the responsibility for killing people in the world. But when the spiritual world, which claims to have rules and ignores the law, is involved, many stories cannot be determined by just killing people. bad."
Prime Minister Qing turned to look at Jiang Ye: "We want to see the truth."
Jiang Ye was silent for a while and said, "What is the truth?"
The Prime Minister shrugged, walked towards the north of the Youhuang Mountains, and said, "I don't know, I'm not familiar with him, I just heard some things about him."
Jiang Ye still stood there.
Qingxiang looked back at him and said, "Let's go, don't think about it, go back to Nanyi City and take a nap first."
...
Zhang Xiaoyu jumped off the city with his sword on his back.
The defense of Nanyi City had been taken over by the troops coming from the north, and they were stationed in the green hills outside the city. Naturally, Zhang Xiaoyu was too lazy to stay on top of the city to blow the wind.
Zhang Xiaoyu carried his sword on his back and walked through the streets that were gradually filled with pedestrians. His bloody clothes were naturally sticky and uncomfortable.
If it weren't for the fact that there were people on the road and it was a bit unsightly to jump into the river to take a bath in public, Zhang Xiaoyu would have wanted to just jump into the river and take a bath.
Fortunately, the passers-by were talking excitedly about what was going on outside the city, and no one came up to disturb Zhang Xiaoyu. Zhang Xiaoyu just carried his sword on his back and walked through the streets and alleys towards the Xuanshe Courtyard.
It's too far to go back to Jianzong, one is to the south of the city and the other is to the north. Zhang Xiaoyu is too lazy to step on the sword wind. Naturally, the human world must look like the human world.
So I wandered all the way to the entrance of Xuanshuyuan.
Mr. Mei was sweeping the floor at the door and was a little surprised to see Zhang Xiaoyu.
"Why are you coming here if you don't go back to Jianzong?"
"Go take a bath in the lake."
"..."
Although Mr. Mei guessed that Zhang Xiaoyu would definitely do such a thing, he still felt speechless when he heard it from his mouth.
Zhang Xiaoyu walked through the magnolia forest with his sword on his back, and was stunned when he reached the lake.
Cao Weiying looked at him with a smile.
Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly felt that it was not so uncomfortable not to take a shower.
It’s just that even though you have come, it would be unreasonable to turn around and leave.
Zhang Xiaoyu had no choice but to carry the sword and walk towards Cao Weiying with a smile.
"Senior, why are you here?"
Cao Weiying looked at the Jingsi Lake, which was particularly peaceful under the afternoon sun, and said with a smile: "Come here to sit and take a look at the world."
Zhang Xiaoyu said "oh" and sat down next to Cao Weiying. Feeling a little speechless, he thought for a while and asked, "How long has it been since you've been here, senior?"
"I came probably while you were still on that bridge dispelling the sword intent."
Zhang Xiaoyu was stunned and said, "Did it take so long?"
Cao Weiying just smiled and said nothing.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked back at the white flowers that had been chopped into small pieces, guessing that it was Nan Dao who did it.
So he said, somewhat lost for words: "Where is Nandao?"
"Oh, he ran over and washed his face before, and then went back to the library." Cao Weiying said casually, "Do you want to take a shower."
Zhang Xiaoyu thought for a while and said, "Is this okay?"
Cao Weiying said with a smile: "You can wash it if you want. I'm not someone's eldest daughter."
"..."
Zhang Xiaoyu finally took a bath.
Of course I didn't take off my clothes.
He just jumped into the big lake with a bloody suit, probably feeling a little ashamed, and sank to the bottom of the lake.
Cao Weiying held her chin by the lake and looked at the diffuse sword intent in the lake.
After a long time, Zhang Xiaoyu emerged from the bottom of the lake.
The blood on the white clothes had faded, and he turned into Zhang Xiaoyu who was wandering around the world to play cards.
It's just that Zhang Xiaoyu really doesn't seem ready to play cards.
From the moment I jumped down from the top of the city, the thought of playing cards has never occurred to me.
Zhang Xiaoyu stepped on the lake water and stood on the shore of the lake wet.
After a long time, he took off the sword behind him, pulled it out, and said slowly: "This sword should have been given to Nandao by senior?"
Cao Weiying raised his head and said, "I don't remember. I have too many swords there. How can I remember so many things? Maybe so."
Zhang Xiaoyu quietly looked at the word Parrot Island on the sword.
In fact, if we just talk about swords.
This sword is actually not that good of a sword.
The problem lies in the three words on the sword.
The moment he writes the pen, he is filled with the intention of the sword.
This gave the sword a cold and awe-inspiring appearance.
Zhang Xiaoyu watched in silence for a long time, sat down by the lake, put the sword on his knees, looked at the faint blood-colored water of the lake, and said softly: "Actually, I have been guessing about the identity of the senior. What is it?"
Cao Weiying looked at Zhang Xiaoyu with a smile and said, "So can you guess it?"
Zhang Xiaoyu looked down at the sword and said slowly: "No."
"Why?"
"Because I didn't guess anymore." Zhang Xiaoyu raised his hand and touched the three characters of the sword, and said softly, "It's meaningless to guess. The world of seniors is too far away from us - it's up to humans to guess. God, no matter how accurate his guess is, it is nothing helpful and meaningless."
Cao Weiying chuckled softly and said: "But you have to be bold and try to guess. Even if you guess wrong, it doesn't matter."
Zhang Xiaoyu shook his head and said, "I won't guess anymore, but I have a question to ask senior."
"you say."
The idle young man looked at this Sword Sect disciple dressed in white sitting in the sun by the lake.
Zhang Xiaoyu turned around and looked at Cao Weying: "Senior, what do you want to see in the human world?"
Cao Weiying said with a smile: "Of course I am sitting in the human world and watching some things in the sky."
The implication is that it is naturally a matter of human nature and has nothing to do with him.
Zhang Xiaoyu turned back and said slowly: "That's it."
Cao Weiying looked at Zhang Xiaoyu with a smile and said, "You seem a little scared?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "Of course I'm afraid. Although the senior may have been an ancestor of the younger generation, after all, I don't know how many years have passed in between, and the ancestor may not be able to become an enemy."
Zhang Xiaoyu looked up at the sky, still thinking about the time he entered that town and the lake of sword intent he saw condensed into a lake outside the town.
"If that were the case, I don't know what the world would do."
Cao Weiying just looked at the lake and said calmly: "So sometimes you are hesitant because you are not as bold as others."
Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly turned back to look at Cao Weiying, then fell silent and turned back again.
The silence this time was extremely long.
Because of the saying that grass is firefly.
After a long time, Zhang Xiaoyu sighed softly and said, "Maybe."
"You have stayed in Nanyi City for too long." Cao Weiying said calmly, "So you will always see more of the world in your eyes."
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't seem to want to talk any more, so he stood up and walked towards the corridor with wet vapor all over his body under the sunlight that shone through the magnolia forest.
After walking a few steps, he came back, bent down and handed the parrot stick to Cao Weiying.
"Senior, your sword."
"I can give it to you."
"What about South Island?"
"I'll give him another sword."
Zhang Xiaoyu seemed a little moved, but after a little hesitation, he put down the sword and walked along the path.
"Forget it."
Cao Weiying didn't force him to stay, and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu's leaving back with a slight smile, seemingly appreciating it.
It wasn't until the wet figure in white left the Jingsi Lake that Cao Weiying looked at the sword.
He raised his hand and picked it up.
The long sword was held in the hands of the young man Qingshang, but countless sword winds suddenly appeared in the entire lake.
Then it slowly calmed down.
Cao Weiying quietly looked at the sword that was held by Zhang Xiaoyu and killed many people at the top of the city.
"Why are you so hesitant?"
Cao Weiying said softly.
The hesitation on the sword was naturally extremely stupid.
The person who uses the sword is making a dangerous move.
Because the sword can hurt others, it can also hurt yourself.
After looking at it for a long time, Cao Weiying put down the sword and stuck it in the mud beside the lake, waiting for some similarly idle young man to pick up the sword.
...
"Senior brother, do you play cards?"
Zhang Xiaoyu left Xuanxuyuan and was walking on the sunny streets of Nanyi City when he suddenly heard such a voice from the side.
Zhang Xiaoyu subconsciously wanted to say it.
Just after he opened his mouth, he fell silent. He turned around and looked at the face of the familiar poker friend who had poked his head out of a card shop on the street. He smiled and said, "Forget it, no more playing."
"Why don't you fight? It just so happens that you, senior brother, have been fighting for so long, so you just need to take a few rounds and take a rest."
The man solicited with a smile.
Zhang Xiaoyu turned around, walked towards the front of the long street, and said calmly: "Quit."
The man seemed to be trying to persuade, but Zhang Xiaoyu walked away without looking back.
The man touched his head at the window, a little confused.
Who in the entire Nanyi City doesn’t know that Zhang Xiaoyu is a big addict?
Are you really going to stop fighting if you don’t want to fight?
Zhang Xiaoyu reached out and touched the red card in his arms, walking calmly on the long street.
Of course not.
After talking to Shushu on the street yesterday, Zhang Xiaoyu really stopped playing cards.
Zhang Xiaoyu touched it for a long time, took his hand out of his arms, and walked leisurely along the long street.
As the Huangliang people outside Nanyi City temporarily retreated, Nanyi City began to become lively again.
The world is bustling and the poker hall is noisy.
Everything became noisy again on the afternoon of the first day of April in the year 103 of the Gale Calendar.
Zhang Xiaoyu just walked quietly.
This is only temporary though.
But it's still beautiful.
There were many injured Lingnan sword cultivators walking on the streets, which was probably why they came down from Fengqiling.
The sword cultivator Lu Xiaoxiao, the woman who wanted to abduct Nan Dao to Lingnan, was also walking on the street. The wound on her abdomen was probably re-bandaged by a medical clinic in the city, and it looked much neater.
Lu Xiaoxiao was wandering on the street holding his sword, looking around, wondering what he was looking for.
Maybe you want to meet Nan Dao by chance?
Zhang Xiaoyu guessed like this, but didn't ask. He just stopped there and looked at it for a while, and then continued walking forward.
All the way to the city center.
The place where the Tomb Mountain River is located.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the two figures, one large and one small, on the top of the tomb mountain from a distance, but smiled, then crossed the big river and went up the mountain road with the slanting shadow of the monument in the sun.
"Senior Brother Xiaoyu, did you fall into the river?"
Before reaching the top of the mountain, Zhang Xiaoyu heard Hulu's voice coming from above.
"..." Zhang Xiaoyu looked speechlessly at Hu Lu, who was like a little monk on the top of the mountain, and said viciously: "Little Hu Lu, if you keep talking nonsense, be careful I will push you into the river and drown you. "
The young boy Hu Luwa said without fear: "Then I will ask Brother Huaifeng to push you into the river and drown yourself."
Zhang Xiaoyu was speechless.
Of course, drowning in the river is just talk.
But a beating is still necessary.
Zhang Xiaoyu walked up, picked up Hu Lu's collar, and gave him a good beating.
"You're promising, right? Yesterday, you secretly carried your sword and wanted to go to the top of the city?"
Hu Lu struggled and said: "I am better than many Lingnan sword cultivators!"
"They are forty years old and you are fourteen. You are so powerful that you can use a hammer."
Zhang Xiaoyu's men never stopped.
Chen Huaifeng didn't stop him, he just looked on with a smile.
Zhang Xiaoyu is eleven years older than Hu Lu, so it is acceptable to do anything. Chen Huaifeng is much older, so it is naturally difficult for him to do anything. Given such a rare opportunity, he naturally will not stop him, and even wants to cheer him up.
It wasn't until the beating was almost done that Chen Huaifeng said hypocritically: "Okay, okay, okay, okay."
Zhang Xiaoyu stopped, threw the gourd aside, and looked at Chen Huaifeng, stunned for a moment.
"Senior brother, where is your sword?"
Chen Huaifeng said calmly: "Young Master Wubei is in the city, and my sword is over there."
Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a while and looked back at the world. The sun was rising and people were coming and going in Nanyi City, but there was no sign of the young man and the Wolfberry Sword.
"Want to take a look?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said slowly.
Chen Huaifeng said calmly: "I have asked Hu Lu to meet him once. It may be more appropriate for Hu Lu to say some things."
For example, if he wants to do something bad, let Cong Ren beat him up.
Whether it is Zhang Xiaoyu or Chen Huaifeng, it is always easy to make people laugh when they say it.
But for Xiao Hulu, it is just childish.
"What is he here for?" Zhang Xiaoyu was a little confused.
Chen Huaifeng was silent for a while and said: "I don't know, but since I can't control him now, then naturally I won't care about him for now."
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Chen Huaifeng for a long time and said softly: "It seems that senior brother is busy breaking through the situation."
Chen Huaifeng smiled and said, "I have been busy breaking through the border for so many years."
Been busy for seven years.
There are just some things, if the roots of heaven and earth are not big.
Naturally, it can only rely on the accumulation of time.
Therefore, people who live longer will naturally be stronger.
It's a pity that people in the world are still limited to a hundred years of life.
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't say anything, but Chen Huaifeng looked at him and said, "What about you?"
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the long streets and alleys of Nanyi City, looking at some poker halls that had become lively again - playing cards with revenge after suppressing them for several days.
"Senior brother, are you talking about my sword, or what?"
Chen Huaifeng chuckled and said, "Both."
Zhang Xiaoyu leaned against a certain tombstone nearby, picked a small yellow flower and waved it in his hand, and said: "If senior brother asked me about the sword I used before, I have already returned it."
"What else?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "I don't know either."
Chen Huaifeng did not pursue the question, but just touched the thing in his arms.
There is nothing but a curtain of wind and rain magic.
There is one more thing.
A red hit.
It was when Chen Huaifeng reappeared in Nanyi City after many years, he took it from the concierge's card table.
When Chen Huaifeng thought of this, he suddenly felt curious.
That mahjong pair is missing a red hit.
Junior brother, how do they continue to fight?
Suppose you are about to hit the red card, but after listening to the cards for a long time, you find that there are only three red cards in the deck.
Will he flip the table over in anger?
Chen Huaifeng looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, who was leaning against the tombstone, and thought with a rare evil sense.
If Zhang Xiaoyu discovers that a card is missing, will he be so angry that he flips the table?
Chen Huaifeng thought this was probably an interesting thing.
So he didn't tell anyone about the red card in his arms.
