A peach branch can be a sword.
Hongzhong too.
.......
In the twilight world.
Young Master Wubei stood three feet above the Wu River, holding onto the Styx River with a pale face, and whispered a word of invitation to Zhang Xiaoyu.
So Zhang Xiaoyu took out a red card from his arms.
The red center is just an ordinary red center, and such a card can be seen everywhere in Nanyi City.
Zhang Xiaoyu sat there, took out the red medium, and placed it in front of him, as if he were sitting at the card table.
Finish everything, finish everything.
Only a solitary red center remains.
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't know who would give him some firepower in Nanyi City.
But no matter who it is, someone will hit that red card.
The dusk turns, and the world slowly returns to normal.
Everything will fall on the earth, waiting for the last moment when the Styx River overturns it.
Someone hit a red card in Nanyi City.
Then, on top of the red center in front of Zhang Xiaoyu, endless awe-inspiring sword intent suddenly burst out, and countless sword winds rose majestically from the top of the red center. These sword intent winds far exceeded any previous moment. Zhang Xiaoyu The sword intent contained in it.
This is Zhang Xiaoyu's own sword intention.
In the human card hall of Nanyi City, the sword intention has been tempered for a long time.
Zhang Xiaoyu's headband had long been cut off by the swordsmanship, and Zhang Xiaoyu's white clothes were in tatters and miserable.
When the winds of sword intent rolled up above Hong Zhong.
Everything is flying in confusion.
Zhang Xiaoyu should have liked such a handsome picture.
But he just watched quietly as the sword glowed red with awe-inspiring intent.
He said with regret: "This is not what I thought, this sword should come at the right time."
Zhang Xiaoyu thought about a lot of things at that moment, but in the end he just sighed and said, "That's all."
He looked up at the twilight that was about to return to the sky, and said softly: "Come on the sword."
Then the sword came.
Young Master Wubei didn't care what Zhang Xiaoyu was regretting. When the red sword surrounded him, he raised his head and looked at the sky.
In that extremely rich twilight sky, the river flowed turbulently.
Then something appeared in those orange lights.
It's like an ink dot. For example, if someone is painting, when his hand shakes, a little black drops into the twilight of the painting.
It's like when a kid holding hands with his younger brother was about to pick up some abandoned oranges on a street corner, a black bug suddenly emerged.
Young Master Wubei thought a lot at that moment.
But most of the images are in a story that is supposed to be beautiful, but suddenly there are some turning points that make life fall.
Of course, black is not necessarily a dark thing.
Such as night.
The world needs darkness so that we can stop our tireless running and have a good rest.
Young Master Wubei looked at the rich blackness of the night revealed from the twilight holes pierced by the sword intent.
I feel like it's time for me to take a break.
But there is also sadness. There are some stories that he has not been able to finish telling, such as what happened in the Northern Wizard Road, such as the question Chen Nu asked at the beginning, and where is his brother - he has never seen him before.
Human time is running out. Although human time is not long, human time is running out.
Young Master Wubei and Zhang Xiaoyu are the same age.
People of the same age who were swept up in the fate of Osawa.
But man's time is up.
Life is long.
He should rest in the middle.
Young Master Wubei lowered his hands and no longer hid them in his sleeves.
do not be sad.
Young Master Wubei said this to himself.
Just like your name.
As a result, the twilight sky that treated the world with courtesy was pierced by countless swords, and the vast night sky poured in like a dark torrent.
And then passed through everything inexorably.
Thousands of red flowers flow through the intersection of twilight and night.
And those sword intentions were like a big river, falling towards Young Master Wubei.
This young man in a large witch robe just stood quietly in the mighty wind of the sword, watching everything being blown up, and then everything falling.
Do not be sad, just like your name.
Flowers without sorrow.
The world fell into a deeper night.
That kind of night is called.
die.
...
Hu Lu stood on the tomb hill in a daze, watching the red swords all over the city, passing through all the human lights, heading towards the Sword Sect garden.
Then the twilight, like fragile drawing paper, was ruthlessly pierced.
Then the night of the world submerged the Jianzong Garden again.
Hu Lu looked at it for a long time, then turned around and looked at Chen Huaifeng, who seemed to know everything early in the morning, and asked: "What's wrong with Senior Brother Xiaoyu?"
The sword power of those sword intentions was too powerful, and Hu Lu couldn't help but worry that Zhang Xiaoyu had been forced into a panic and used some self-inflicted move.
But no, Chen Huaifeng just said calmly: "He has entered the great road."
Chen Huaifeng spoke very calmly and indifferently.
It seems like it should be like this.
But it seems like it should be.
How can any proud disciple of Shanhe Temple only play cards for seven years after coming to Jianzong?
It's a pity that it's hard to find a blockbuster story in Zhang Xiaoyu that lasted for three years.
Everyone knew that he was supposed to be amazing.
So it was the night of April 2nd in the year 103 of Gale Calendar.
Zhang Xiaoyu entered the avenue unhappy.
After those red stars broke through the twilight, they turned into swimming dragons and returned to the night sky of the human world.
Then, like a mahjong rain, it fell back to everyone's table.
Probably many years later, after hearing this story, these card players in Nanyi City will brag to others with pride.
When I was playing cards, I had a great way to practice.
But those stories are irrelevant.
Xiao Hulu stood on the tomb hill and looked at Chen Huaifeng silently for a long time. He actually had many questions to ask.
For example, why did Young Master Wubei kill Brother Xiaoyu, why did he sit idly by, and what on earth did they talk about in the stories about him being driven away.
But in the end he didn't ask anything.
He is just a fourteen-year-old boy.
The red one fell back into the tomb hill, and the gourd was not returned to Chen Huaifeng. This was one of the cards in the concierge.
Holding the sword in Hongzhong's arms, the young boy Hu Lu turned around and ran down the tomb mountain. He wanted to go back and see how Zhang Xiaoyu was doing now.
...
Zhang Xiaoyu is naturally not very good.
He was beaten very badly. Even if he entered the great road through the momentum he had accumulated for many years, it would not change the fact that he was beaten very badly by Young Master Wubei.
The red sword intent surrounded Zhang Xiaoyu and was heading towards the divine sea bit by bit.
The body of Young Master Wubei was lying not far away, lying on the guardrail of the small bridge by the stream, with his back facing the sky, half falling on the bridge and half hanging in the air.
Zhang Xiaoyu covered his lips and coughed, looking at the blood, then waved to the senior brothers Mei Quming who were about to come over, got up and walked towards the small bridge.
Gongzi Wubei's body was smoothly sent into the stream. It would probably drift all the way, fall into the Nanyi River, and finally fall into the big swamp.
Zhang Xiaoyu walked into the clear stream again, picked up some water plants, stood by the small bridge and began to wipe the blood stains on the bridge.
Naturally, Cong Ren would not like this kind of thing, so even if Zhang Xiaoyu entered the avenue, he would have to clean up the battlefield honestly.
"Zhang Xiaoyu, are you okay?"
The voices of the senior brothers came from the edge of the pool.
They could naturally see the reason why Zhang Xiaoyu wouldn't let them pass.
After all, it is an avenue that directly crosses the realm. Zhang Xiaoyu cannot fully control those mighty sword intentions, and they are whirling around the bridge with a sharp smell.
Zhang Xiaoyu carefully wiped the blood on the guardrail and said softly: "I just suffered some injuries, it doesn't matter."
The senior brothers nodded, looked at the pool for a long time, and then left in twos and threes.
Naturally, they would not be shocked by Zhang Xiaoyu's entry into the avenue.
This is how it should be.
Of course the senior brothers already knew this.
Zhang Xiaoyu stood alone by the stream, coughing and wiping the blood. Because of his injury, he wiped it away for a long time before he wiped away the blood.
Then he threw the water plants into the stream, and Zhang Xiaoyu turned back to look downstream of the clear stream.
Young Master Wubei's body had drifted far away.
The tattered scabbard was still lying by the stream, but it had been covered by peach blossoms.
Zhang Xiaoyu walked over and picked up the scabbard, then sat down in the stream again.
After a long time, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the path outside the pool.
The little boy Hu Lu rushed back from the tomb mountain panting with his sword in his arms, and ran to the peach tree. Looking at Zhang Xiaoyu who was concentrating his sword intent in the stream, he asked worriedly: "Senior brother, are you okay? Bar."
Zhang Xiaoyu sat in the stream holding the scabbard and looked at Hu Lu's figure quietly.
The red center on the shot was made by Hu Lu, so Zhang Xiaoyu could naturally feel it.
After watching quietly for a while, Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled softly and said, "Of course I have nothing to do."
Hu Lu breathed a sigh of relief, sat down under the peach tree with his sword in his arms, looked at the sword intent surrounding Zhang Xiaoyu, thought for a moment, and said, "Can I ask senior brother a question?"
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Hu Lu and said, "What's the problem?"
"Why did Young Master Wubei want to kill you?"
Zhang Xiaoyu fell silent, looked down the stream, then back to the scabbard in his arms, and said calmly: "Because he is crazy."
Hu Lu snorted and didn't ask further.
Of course Young Master Wubei was not crazy, Zhang Xiaoyu just didn't want to say it.
After thinking about it for a while, Hu Lu asked a question very cautiously.
"Did you quarrel with Senior Brother Huai Feng?"
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and looked up towards the direction of the human tomb. There is probably someone watching over there.
"Of course not, it's just that sometimes, we need to watch a little longer."
This sentence is very similar to what Chen Huaifeng said to Hu Lu before.
Hu Lu sighed and said: "Of course I want to be patient and watch for a longer time, but you all think that I am too young and don't say anything to me. It will definitely be easy for me to watch."
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled softly and said, "You will know in the future."
Still the same words.
Hu Lu didn't sigh anymore, stared at Zhang Xiaoyu and scolded him thousands of times in her heart.
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't say anything else, and sat quietly in the stream. The sword intention on the stream bank and his own sword intention were intertwined back and forth, and they were constantly being refined and cultivated.
"Senior brother, is he in the master realm of Jianyiya?"
Hu Lu looked at those sword intentions, but suddenly thought about it.
Zhang Xiaoyu's sword intention over the years has always been the Xieqiao realm, but the sword intention he has now is far beyond the Qinglian realm, at least Hu Lu has not seen it in Chen Huaifeng.
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "Not yet, it's still a little bit close."
Hu Lu asked curiously: "What's wrong?"
Zhang Xiaoyu looked down at the scabbard in his arms and said slowly: "I still need my sword to come back."
Hu Lu nodded in realization.
A sword cultivator cannot live without a sword.
Hongzhong can also be a sword, but it is a sword of Yihua, a sword of sword intention. Although it can be used as a sword in your hand, it is not as useful as your own sword after all.
The sword that a sword cultivator follows throughout his life will burn and dissolve as he continues to draw the sword, and then become a truly famous sword in the world.
This is incomparable to the Yihua Sword.
Unfortunately, it is often difficult for a swordsman and his sword to truly be at their peak at the same time.
If sword cultivation has passed the prime of life, if the realm has not improved, it will only become weaker and weaker.
And the sword will get stronger and stronger.
For example, the square inch in Cong Ren's hand.
Many years ago, the master of Mojian Yaya wore a sword, which together with another spiritual platform were used to suppress the cliff.
In the beginning, it was just an ordinary iron sword.
But in more than a thousand years, after passing through the hands of several generations of cliff masters, until it fell into the hands of Cong Ren, it has become the sharpest sword in the world.
Even the piece of autumn water that once shattered in Nanyi City is out of reach.
Hu Lu looked down at his sword, suddenly confused.
After all, it is people who sharpen swords.
The sword is still grinding.
This is a difficult question to figure out.
So Xiao Hulu just thought for a moment, then stopped thinking, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and asked: "When will senior brother's sword come back?"
Zhang Xiaoyu was very silent when faced with this question.
Reminds me of the boy holding an umbrella.
Naturally, he didn't want to see his sword come back.
So even though Chen He found Jian Zong Zhonglai all the way before, he never went to see Nan Dao again.
But my sword will always come back.
Cause and effect has its own closed loop.
So Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a long time, looked up at the dark and heavy night, and said softly: "Maybe it will be soon, maybe it will be far away, I don't know."
Hu Lu was not aware of Zhang Xiaoyu's complicated emotions, and only thought that Zhang Xiaoyu's silence was sensing his sword.
Sitting under the peach tree holding his sword, he thought longingly: "The Karma Sword, a sword truly unique to the Human Sword Sect, I don't know if I can learn it."
Zhang Xiaoyu really wanted to tell Hu Lu not to learn this sword.
But after all, people have their own aspirations and their own freedom.
Maybe it’s just yourself who is easily entangled in those causes and effects.
Like Cong Ren, he was just lazily doing nothing.
So Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "When you enter the path, you can ask the master to teach you this sword."
Hu Lu hugged the sword and felt very melancholy. Then she remembered that when she was sitting here in the afternoon, she was thinking about asking Zhang Xiaoyu how to practice.
You just entered Taoism yourself.
Just entered the Tao.
Why did the senior brothers decide that they should become the sect leaders?
But Hu Lu doesn’t want to ask now.
His senior brother Xiaoyu is a true genius in the world.
He can't learn.
Who would believe it?
Played cards in Nanyi City for six or seven years and then entered the big road?
Hu Lu actually doubted that Zhang Xiaoyu was not into kendo.
But the fucking cards.
Zhang Xiaoyu, the bird saint in the world.
Hu Lu lamented for a while, then walked towards the outside of the pond with his sword in his arms.
Zhang Xiaoyu quietly watched Hu Lu's figure leave the pond and disappear into the night, then turned back and closed his eyes.
It's not about practicing or tempering the sword's will.
Instead, think about solutions.
Because someone else is definitely coming.
And there is a high probability that he will call himself a bastard.
While Zhang Xiaoyu was still thinking like this, he heard Cong Xin's voice.
"Zhang Xiaoyu, you are such a bastard."
Zhang Xiaoyu opened his eyes awkwardly and looked at Cong Xin who picked up a peach branch that was burned by sword fire not far away.
"You can't say that. This is an emergency. Even if the master comes back, I still have a reason."
Zhang Xiaoyu was still stiff-talking.
Cong Xin just walked over with the peach branch, stood under the tree and glared at Zhang Xiaoyu, then looked up at the peach tree. After looking at it for a long time, she found the broken branch where Zhang Xiaoyu had broken it off. .
Cong Xin stood on tiptoe and tried to reattach the burnt peach branch to the peach tree. Unfortunately, the peach branch had been completely burned and it was naturally impossible to reattach it.
The peach branch fell off when Cong Xin let go and fell into the peach blossoms at her feet.
Cong Xin turned to look at the silent Zhang Xiaoyu, opened her hands, and stretched them out in front of Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes.
"What should we do now?"
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Cong Xin's white and tender little hands with a missing little finger in silence.
The beautiful little girl's hands turned into this, and naturally she looked very funny and clumsy.
So Zhang Xiaoyu thought about it for a long time and said sincerely: "How about I help you go to the School of Mathematics and Physics in Xuanshuyuan when I have time to ask if I can design a nice-looking Bulingbuling finger cot for you?"
When Cong Xin heard this, she directly stepped over the sword intent, jumped into the stream and sat on Zhang Xiaoyu's neck.
"I'll beat you to death. I don't want those ugly finger gloves." Cong Xin had a look of anger on her face and pulled Zhang Xiaoyu's ears frantically.
Zhang Xiaoyu kept begging for mercy, and Cong Xin struggled for a long time before she felt relieved and climbed up the bridge stepping on Zhang Xiaoyu's head.
Sitting by the bridge very troubled.
"None of you Sword Sect members are good, they are all bastards."
Cong Xin cursed angrily.
"You know how to bully me."
Cong Xin put her hands behind her back and turned to look at the East China Sea, but said with great sadness: "Unfortunately, the East China Sea is 490,000 miles away. I probably won't be able to go there, and I won't be able to find the ashes of the old man Cong Zhongxiao. "
Cong Zhongxiao is naturally the person who loves peach blossoms most in the world.
Perhaps for him, the greatest wealth he left to the world was not the Sword Sect in the world, nor the disciples who stood at the top of the world.
It was the book that was originally stored in Xuanxu Courtyard but was taken to Laogou Town by Cao Weiying.
So Cong Xin misses the No. 1 swordsman in the world who is also dressed in white and lazily sits on the edge of the bridge and dozes off.
Zhang Xiaoyu sighed, stood up, and stood by the bridge quietly stroking Cong Xin's little head.
