Chen Huaifeng and Zhang Xiaoyu sat under the tombstone and leaned against it, each thinking about their own things.
Hu Lu took a beating and rubbed his buttocks, thinking what kind of riddles were the two senior brothers playing?
After a long time, the two of them still didn't speak. They were about to ask Zhang Xiaoyu what he was doing in the tomb mountain, when he saw Zhang Xiaoyu raised his head against the tombstone. The scabbard behind him was empty, so he looked towards the southern sky. His eyes were also a little empty, or at a loss.
"What did Liu Sanyue say before he died?"
Zhang Xiaoyu asked looking south.
Chen Huaifeng looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "It's just a matter for the goddess."
Zhang Xiaoyu turned to look at Chen Huaifeng and said, "Nothing else?"
Chen Huaifeng shook his head, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "Could it be that some senior fellow apprentice saw something else in Daze?"
Zhang Xiaoyu nodded.
After looking over there for a long time, he said: "An army of souls came by boat from the middle of the lake."
Chen Huaifeng frowned and looked to the south, but fell silent. After a long time, he said, "I don't know either."
There was silence for a long time on the tomb mountain.
Xiao Hulu tilted his head and looked at the two of them.
After a long time, Chen Huaifeng looked towards the west of the city and said, "Ximen should have sent the letter out for a long time."
Chen Huaifeng just said this, but Zhang Xiaoyu knew what he meant.
There was no movement in the north, except for the 200,000 troops coming from Shanyue City.
Zhang Xiaoyu said slowly: "Perhaps for them, Liu Sanyue's death is not that important compared to causing some losses to Jianzong."
Chen Huaifeng thought about the young man in green robes who he killed with his own hands that night, and said slowly: "Liu Sanyue's death is of course extremely important. I am more willing to believe that they are hesitating. Shenhe disappeared inexplicably, and even The masters are back, and there is still no news about Kamigawa in the human world, so Huaidu is naturally a little uneasy, and they cannot judge what has happened or is happening in the human world."
"Where is Qingtian Dao?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said.
Chen Huaifeng thought for a long time and said: "If I am not wrong, Bai Yuyao should be able to calculate a lot of things. After all, she and Bu Suanzi were brothers and sisters in the same sect. The most important thing is that we cannot be sure of the attitude of Qingtian Dao."
Zhang Xiaoyu thought of the idle young man from Peking University, who suddenly took out the three hundred thousand green armor and forcibly took away the young man from Peking University. He was always accompanied by the young man from Peking University who came from the Qingtian Dao woman.
Qingtian Dao's attitude is naturally ambiguous.
Those 300,000 green armors were originally made by Qingtian Dao.
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "Actually, in the final analysis, it is still that we don't know where the senior brothers from the Sword Sect have gone."
Cong Ren sits in the Sword Sect and has been a disciple for a thousand years.
Naturally, there cannot be only disciples like Zhang Xiaoyu and Chen Huaifeng who have not yet entered the great path.
For example, the old senior brother who once came outside Daze with a sword light.
Or maybe some black-robed demon cultivator who had sniped at the prime minister in the snow and wind in the mountains.
The Human Sword Sect is a galaxy scattered in the human world.
It's just that Zhang Xiaoyu and the others who were guarding the source couldn't find where those people who once shined had gone.
Chen Huaifeng looked at the south quietly. Although the Wolfberry Sword was not by his side, the sword intent was rippling around him, quite mighty.
"In this case, don't expect them to do your own thing. This is what you said before, junior brother."
Zhang Xiaoyu leaned on the tombstone, looked at Chen Huaifeng, and said softly: "That's true."
Although the words are very nice.
But Hu Lu didn't agree.
After all, he is the only one on this tomb mountain who still has a sword in his arms.
So he doesn't quite understand.
These two senior brothers didn't even have swords, so how could they have the nerve to say such confident and arrogant words.
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't care what Xiao Hulu was thinking. Even if the leader of the Sword Sect in the future was really this young boy, his thoughts would have no meaning in the current world. So Zhang Xiaoyu walked towards the tomb mountain and picked up a handful of Xiao Hulu's head.
Although Hu Lu was very angry, she thought that she might not be able to defeat this senior brother in many years, so she could only swallow her anger and let Zhang Xiaoyu rub him.
"Where are you going, senior brother?" Xiao Hulu asked from behind, looking at Zhang Xiaoyu's back.
"Go back to Jianzong and sit down. Why do you ask?" Zhang Xiaoyu looked back at Hu Lu.
Hu Lu snorted softly and said: "I want to see if you have passed by any river, so that I can push you down and drown."
Zhang Xiaoyu left the tomb mountain with a smile.
Zhang Xiaoyu was certainly not afraid of being pushed into the river and drowned.
Because he is a small fish.
The gourd is probably not afraid either, because he is a gourd and can float.
Zhang Xiaoyu descended from Tomb Hill and headed north, walking slowly along the long street that gradually fell into the dusk.
Then I saw someone who had disappeared from the world for a long time, looking at passers-by on the street corner. His face was pale and he would cough twice from time to time.
Probably still seriously injured.
Di Qianjun stood quietly on the street, quietly watching the people talking on the street.
Of course people are not talking about hell.
Although that tragic accident happened not long ago, the world has already forgotten all about it.
After all, the affairs of Heavenly Hell have nothing to do with the vast majority of the world.
But the war in Nanyi City is.
People are talking about today's big victory.
They were talking about the graceful appearance of those sword masters and Lingnan sword cultivators crossing the green mountains.
Di Qianjun listened quietly.
Is an outsider.
Then he turned his head and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, who was walking slowly towards here. He didn't salute, but just stood there with his sword pressed, and said slowly: "Thank you for your hard work, senior brothers."
Zhang Xiaoyu was a little unhappy when he saw this black robe. It had nothing to do with whether Di Qianjun held his sword and saluted according to the practice of the spiritual world. Although Di Qianjun was not as good as Zhang Xiaoyu, he was the Southern Dispatch of Heavenly Prison directly under Huaidu. It's understandable that he doesn't want to salute. Zhang Xiaoyu simply doesn't like this place. After all, he was dressed in white, standing in front of those black robes, which was too bright for him.
But he was a wounded person after all, so Zhang Xiaoyu didn't say much, and just said calmly: "Of course it's hard for me."
Di Qianjun was choked by Zhang Xiaoyu, but he was not annoyed. Of course he would not forget the memory of being beaten by Chen Huaifeng before, so Di Qianjun's temper would be much better in front of the disciples of the Human Sword Sect.
Zhang Xiaoyu had no intention of stopping. As he passed by Di Qianjun, he said slowly: "With Heaven's Prison looking like this now, do you still have the heart to watch the sun on the street?"
Di Qianjun said softly: "I just want to say thank you."
When Lin Erliang took action that day, it was the sword from the Human Sword Master that saved Di Qianjun's life.
Zhang Xiaoyu had already walked over and said, "Then you should go to Tomb Mountain instead of waiting for me here."
"Senior Brother Huai Feng is guarding the Tonggui Monument, so it's natural not to disturb him."
When Zhang Xiaoyu heard this, he turned to look at Di Qianjun.
After thinking about it for a while, I roughly understood what his mentality was.
After all, it was someone from Jianzong who saved his life, so it’s hard to pretend that it never happened. He was probably beaten by Chen Huaifeng, and now that he was saved again, he felt that he couldn’t save his face by running to the tomb. , so we took a compromise approach.
Pretending to look at the human world, he waited for Zhang Xiaoyu to pass by and said thank you casually.
Zhang Xiaoyu felt a little ridiculous when he thought of this, turned back and continued walking along the long street.
"I'm also very busy. If you want to look at the sun, then look at the sun."
Being busy hanging out is also busy when one doesn't want to see another person.
Di Qianjun said nothing more, watching Zhang Xiaoyu's back gradually disappearing on the street, he turned his head again, held his sword and looked at passers-by for a while, then turned and walked in the opposite direction.
...
When Zhang Xiaoyu returned to Jianzong, some senior brothers had already returned and were sitting on the steps at the door in twos and threes, chatting.
Zhang Xiaoyu also came over to chat for a while, and then walked into the Jianzong Garden.
Xiaocong Xin, who hadn't been out for a long time, sat on the swing under the tree house for a rare occasion. She tilted her head and looked at the sky that was sinking from blue to soft orange. She didn't know what she was thinking.
Zhang Xiaoyu walked over with the scabbard on his back, stopped under the swing, and looked at the little girl in a floral skirt with a soft smile.
"Why did you come out again today?"
Cong Xin turned her head and glanced at Zhang Xiaoyu, then looked at his hand, sighed and said: "I thought a liar was coming back, and he should bring me something delicious. But I didn't expect that the liar was still a liar. "
Zhang Xiaoyu stood there awkwardly.
Suddenly I remembered that when I came out last time, I said I would bring some food for Cong Xin. I did bring it, but it was eaten by myself. Cong Xin never came out, so Zhang Xiaoyu forgot about it.
Unexpectedly, when she came back, Cong Xin would mention this issue again.
"How about I buy it for you now?"
Cong's heart shook, his mouth curled up, and he said in a decent manner: "It's too late, belated flattery is more despicable than anything else."
"..."
Zhang Xiaoyu felt that he had encountered the big mullet incident. That bastard had sneaked in and taught Cong Xin such shady words.
Fortunately, Cong Xin had probably just been alone for a long time and wanted to chat, but he was not really angry with Zhang Xiaoyu. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Zhang Xiaoyu standing there with a speechless expression, and then turned back. , looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and asked sincerely: "Are you not injured?"
Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head and looked at the clothes on his body. The blood had naturally been washed away. He smiled and touched Cong Xin's head, then rubbed the short, fluffy hair into a mess before stopping.
Well, it feels different from the little gourd's head.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought about it and said, "That's for sure!"
Cong Xin shook her head and said with a look of disgust, "You smell so bad, you must not have taken a shower."
"You're talking nonsense, I've clearly washed it." Zhang Xiaoyu said, but he raised his hand and smelled it with some suspicion. There was no smell at all. It was indeed washed with sword intent at the bottom of the lake.
Cong Xin frowned and said, "But it does smell of blood."
Zhang Xiaoyu thought about it and felt that it was indeed possible. After all, he might be used to smelling it, so it was normal that he couldn't smell it for a while.
"Okay, then I'll go take a dip in a pool."
Zhang Xiaoyu said, turned around and walked towards Yichi along the way he came.
Cong Xin was still swinging on the swing, looking at Zhang Xiaoyu's back quietly, then thought about it and asked a question.
"Did that boy survive?"
Zhang Xiaoyu stopped on the road, looked back at Cong Xin, and said softly: "Of course he's alive."
Cong Xin nodded slightly and said, "That's great!"
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Cong Xin who finally had a smile on his face, thought for a moment and said, "Do you want to meet him?"
Cong Xin laughed softly, shook his head and said, "Forget it."
Zhang Xiaoyu always felt that Xiao Congxin's childish voice had an inexplicable feeling of relief.
After standing there for a long time, Zhang Xiaoyu said nothing more, but said slowly: "Okay."
So he headed towards a pool.
Cong Xin watched Zhang Xiaoyu's back disappear across the pond, then turned back and swayed quietly on the swing. The orange color in the sky was not very rich, but it was still very beautiful.
There are peach blossoms on the other side of the pond being blown by the wind and flying towards the sky. They are also very beautiful.
Cong Xin looked at it quietly for a long time, raised her head, stretched out a hand and spread her fingers, as if pressing on the patch of sky that was slowly submerging in orange, covering her eyes.
The fingers are white and tender, but the little finger is relatively shorter.
But it’s also very beautiful.
Cong Xin thought so.
The wind kept swinging the swing.
Sitting on the swing, Cong Xin seemed weightless, like a peach blossom falling on the swing, floating quietly.
Zhang Xiaoyu stopped by a pond, not looking at the water or Cong Xin, but also looking at the peach blossoms flying towards the sky.
He could guess some of the stories behind them.
But pretending to be ignorant is naturally an extremely wonderful thing in the world.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at it for a while, lowered his head, walked to the peach tree bridge, looked at the bridge for a while, and then jumped into the stream under the bridge with a splash.
Zhang Xiaoyu sat down in a clear stream and closed his eyes. Sword intent gradually surrounded his body. It gathered on the scabbard behind Zhang Xiaoyu and gradually took the shape of a sword.
It's just that it's still just an illusion, gathering and quickly dispersing.
It's like the time hasn't come yet.
Zhang Xiaoyu opened his eyes and took off the scabbard from behind. The tattered scabbard looked very miserable, and the sword intent flowing across it seemed particularly abrupt.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the scabbard in silence.
He can feel it.
His sword seemed very close.
It's a pity that Zhang Xiaoyu no longer has the habit of writing a diary, and that diary was also taken away by Su Guang.
So no one knew what Zhang Xiaoyu was thinking.
Zhang Xiaoyu stared in silence for a long time, placed the scabbard on his knees submerged in the stream, and then closed his eyes again.
Then another sword intent gathered.
Only this time, the sword intent did not come from Zhang Xiaoyu.
It was the sword intention left behind by the third generation master of the Human Sword Sect sitting idle at the bridge.
Those sword intentions surrounded Zhang Xiaoyu's body, like thousands of tiny fish floating aside with shining cold light.
Do your own thing.
Since I'm not playing cards anymore.
Then it is natural to start tempering the sword intent.
The world still remembers that although Zhang Xiaoyu is very strong, his sword power is quite low.
It's just the Xieqiao realm.
Just the opposite of Qiu Xi'er.
Although Qiu Xi'er is only in the sixth realm of the trail, her sword intention is in the realm of the human cliff master.
The sword's meaning is thousands of miles long. Sitting on the cliff, it is natural that the sword can come from anywhere.
This is naturally due to the sword intent above the 3,650-foot sword steps of Mojian Cliff.
That was the sword intent left by the peak generation of Mojian Cliff thousands of years ago, including the one-foot sword intent left by Qing Yi when he was young.
Naturally, it is not comparable to the sword intent beside this small bridge of the Human Sword Sect.
Zhang Xiaoyu naturally also wanted to go to that high cliff in the East China Sea to refine his sword intent.
But it was too far.
Secondly, when you go there, you naturally have to give up some things.
So Zhang Xiaoyu just returned to Jianzong Garden.
I sat down in the clear stream here.
Even if it is not as good as Mojianya, the three generations of sect masters have all had the reputation of being the best swordsman in the world.
Naturally, it is also an extremely rare place.
The garden gradually fell silent.
Cong Xin was playing on the swing, Zhang Xiaoyu was refining his sword intent, and the senior brothers were still chatting at the door. It was rare for the Jianzong Garden to be so peaceful when no one was playing cards.
So the story took a different direction.
...
After washing his face and calming down for a long time, Nan Dao walked on the apricot blossom path.
The gentlemen in the courtyard still haven't returned.
Therefore, Ledao Ping looks extremely lonely in the twilight apricot forest.
When Nan Dao passed by, he couldn't remember what it was like when there were teachers and students here.
Even though it was only March.
But Nan Dao had a long nap.
So some things were forgotten, and even some memories became a little blurry.
Nan Dao walked toward Jingsi Lake with the Peach Blossom Sword on his back.
This feeling is naturally quite familiar.
After all, I ran to Jingsi Lake every day for a while, running in the morning and then running in the afternoon.
It probably made Qiu Xi'er impatient and often absent from Jingsi Lake.
Nan Dao thought about it and remembered the letter he wrote to Qiu Xi'er.
Thinking of what Shushu said, he wished he could have two swords thrown at him.
South Island, South Island, how could you make such a stupid mistake?
How can I find the right wife if I can’t even write the right words?
Nan Dao lowered his head and thought remorsefully as he walked through the apricot blossom path and walked into the magnolia forest by the lake.
When I walked to the lakeside, I saw Cao Weiying alone there, and I was very confused.
When I was sleeping late in the bamboo forest outside the library, I happened to meet Mr. Mei sweeping the floor and walking over. When he saw Nan Dao, he told him about Zhang Xiaoyu going to Jingsi Lake to take a bath. Then Nan Dao thought about coming to Jingsi Lake. Sihu found Zhang Xiaoyu.
"Where's Senior Brother Zhang?"
Cao Weiying tilted her head and supported her chin, looked at Dahu and said without looking back, "He took a bath and left."
"Oh." Nan Dao walked over with some disappointment. He originally planned to ask Zhang Xiaoyu about the situation outside, but since he had already left, he naturally had to wait until next time.
Just as he walked over, he saw the Parrot Island stuck beside Cao Weiying. Nan Dao pulled it out easily, looked at the clean sword, looked at Cao Weiying and asked: " Doesn’t he need it?”
Cao Weiying turned around and took a look, thought for a while and said, "I guess I don't need it. I originally wanted to give him one as well. After all, there are too many swords in the lake, but he doesn't want it, so naturally forget it."
"Okay." Nan Dao carried the Yiaozhou and Peach Blossom Sword behind his back.
Cao Weiying turned her head and glanced at Nan Dao, then looked behind Nan Dao and asked, "Where is Chen He?"
"He is still sleeping while listening to the wind." Nan Dao said helplessly, "Maybe he is still chatting with you by the lake in Tianshang Town."
Cao Weiying smiled and said, "It's pretty good."
Of course it's very good.
Xianyun Yehe is naturally good at everything.
Nan Dao stood by the lake and looked at the dusk in the lake quietly, thinking about the big lake in his dream.
There is naturally no difference between looking at the lake and looking at the lake.
