It was very lonely on the Zhuojian stage.
One square, one stream, one spring, one person.
A loneliness that is inaccessible to all the sounds of the world.
Autumn water, with white hair like snow, sat quietly by the clear spring.
Just like the tallest Qing Yi in the world back then.
But Qing Yi looked at the human world for decades, then took the sword and left. From then on, he was not ranked first in the world.
And Qiu Shui has been watching for a thousand years, but he is still trapped on the high cliff.
In this thousand years.
Sitting alone on a lonely high cliff, what Qiu Shui had thought about is unknown to the world.
Only occasionally did people see the woman whose hair was as green as snow, and occasionally she sat on the edge of a high cliff, silently watching the wind and snow in the world.
There are many stories that the world no longer knows.
But Cong Ren still knew.
Because many years ago.
He is also a witness to those stories.
I have seen some cries along the Nanyi River.
I have heard about the big dream on the high cliff.
However, in the following nearly a thousand years, the autumn water never flowed down the cliff again.
When Cong Ren walked through the sword stairs and walked up to the Zhuojian platform with his square inch sword in his arms, the woman with a waterfall of white hair was sitting by the clear spring in such a cold and lonely manner.
The gurgling stream beside me comes from the clear spring and flows down the high cliff.
Before Cong Ren could speak, the square-inch sword in his arms had already unsheathed itself, lingering on the Zhuojian platform, making the sound of sword clanging continuously.
The spiritual platform is a square inch.
The two swords that suppressed the cliff at Mojian Cliff back then.
But now these two swords have gone to the human world.
Mojianya may no longer need a sword.
Qiu Shui, who was sitting by the clear spring, quietly turned his eyes to look at the sword that had been lost in Huangliang, and then calmly withdrew his gaze.
Autumn water and square inches are naturally unfamiliar to each other.
Even the spiritual platform.
Ever since Hong Yi chose to hand over her biological daughter to the Demon Ancestor many years ago and turn her into a demon by the Qiushui River, Qiu Shui has been unfamiliar with many things.
So her name is not Juyi.
She is not the descendant of the lazy white-clothed person in the world back then.
She is just Qiushui, a demon who came to the high cliff from the banks of Qiushui River.
When Qiu Shui saw Fang Cun, he knew who was coming.
But she didn't look back, she just looked at the clear spring quietly and sat with her hands folded.
Cong Ren didn't speak, nor did he care about the solitary Fang Cun on the high cliff. He crossed the autumn water and walked towards the cliff facing the East China Sea.
Sitting on the edge of the cliff, holding his hands and hanging his legs like a young man.
There is the early sun shining in a distant place on the seaside.
Maybe like a sweet candied haws.
There was just no wind or any sound.
Absolute silence.
After a long time, Cong Ren chuckled and said, "Senior sister, don't you think it's too lonely on the sword cliff?"
Qiu Shui raised his head and looked quietly at the blade on the edge of the cliff, and at the sword protruding from his back.
Then he said softly: "When you hear the sounds of the human world, you will always think about going to the human world, so it is best not to hear anything."
Cong Ren looked at the vast sea and said with a smile: "If you really can't hear it, you won't look at it. How could so many stories happen on the sword cliff?"
Qiu Shui fell silent, and after a long time, he slowly said: "Because they still live in Nan Yi's shadow."
When Cong Ren heard this, he smiled sarcastically, then stopped his smile and said very calmly: "It's not just them, but also us."
Cong Ren turned back. The rays of the rising sun on the beach were very warm, but it was cold on the cliff.
Cong Ren's expression may also have a lot of coldness.
It's completely different from the lazy look in Nanyi City all day long.
Perhaps on this high cliff that has been silent for a thousand years, people will think of a lot of fear.
"Everyone lives in Nanyi's shadow as a matter of course, Qiushui. Including you, including me, including Kamigawa. Even people like us who have never experienced that era."
Reaching the sky and breaking through the underworld.
This is the most profound impression this high cliff left on the world more than a thousand years ago.
Cong Ren said extremely calmly: "It's just that we have become cowardly people. We sit with our backs to the shadows, so we pretend that we never know many stories."
Qiu Shui looked down at the clear spring and said softly: "Yes."
Different from Cong Ren, she was on this high cliff back then and knew how Cong Zhongxiao hid a sword. She followed Brother Mo Jian Ya, the eighth brother of Mo Jian Ya, who was called the Demon Ancestor by the world, to the four places of the East China Sea. Nineteen thousand miles.
I have also seen the huge wind and snow in the world after that sword was unsheathed.
It was also here that she learned many cruel stories from the demon ancestor before his soul returned to the River Styx.
Qiu Shui lowered his head and looked at the green grass on the cliff without saying anything.
Cong Ren turned back and looked at Donghai quietly.
After a long time, Qiu Shui raised his head, looked at Cong Ren's back calmly, and said slowly: "Don't you want to draw your sword?"
The implication is that it's time for you to recuperate.
Cong Ren lowered his head, looked at the sword in front of his heart, and said calmly: "This is a small matter."
For Cong Ren, this is indeed a small matter.
It is very simple to draw the sword from the heart.
The real trouble is those sword intentions that are stagnating in the heart.
Qiu Shui looked at Cong Ren quietly and asked, "What is the big deal?"
Cong Ren didn't answer. He looked at the sea on the edge of the cliff for a long time. Then he stood up and walked towards the autumn water. He stopped in front of the clear spring. He looked down at the water that kept pouring out of the spring and said softly: "This is a big deal. .”
Qiu Shui doesn't look at the world, nor does he look at fate.
So she didn't quite understand what Cong Ren said.
Cong Ren sat down by the spring and looked towards the south of the world.
There might be a drizzle there.
There will also be some stories happening.
"I'm not sure what's going to happen next, so I'll have to wait and see."
Cong Ren looked at Qiu Shui for a long time, looking at her snow-like long hair, and seemed a little sentimental, and said softly.
"You are dying, senior sister."
There is less loneliness on the cliff.
It seemed like some wind was blowing in.
Qiu Shui turned his head and looked at the south of the world.
...
The wind and rain on the edge of the lake are desolate.
The blue-gray taro leaves swayed in the wind, making a roar like the sea.
Nan Dao held an umbrella and walked quietly in the untouched taro sea. The rainwater falling from the taro leaves had already wet his clothes, so even though he was walking under the umbrella, his whole body was still wet. Dripping.
So is the sword in his hand.
The April rain fell along the edge of the umbrella, dripped onto the sword body, and then slid down along the blue-black edge.
It was very lonely.
Nandao didn't know where Hua Wuxi was in the taro sea.
So I held my sword tightly and headed towards the edge of Daze.
There seemed to be some strange sounds in the wind and rain, like the water of some big river and the appearance of countless boats coming.
Nan Dao didn't know what it was, so he walked forward cautiously.
The Parrot Island behind him also came out, with sword intent surrounding him, guarding against all possible attacks.
But after walking for a long time, nothing happened, and all the sounds disappeared.
It was just the sound of wind blowing across the sea of taro in the rain, heading towards the world.
The wind comes from the south.
So those taro leaves are falling towards Nan Dao's face.
Nan Dao silently held his sword, chopped the taro leaves, and moved forward.
The sound of the wind blowing the taro leaves seemed to be much quieter.
So Nan Dao knew that Daze might be ahead.
Holding an umbrella and stopping in place, Nan Dao lowered his head and looked at the Peach Blossom Sword in his hand, looking at the words he had carved on the sword with his own hands by the Jingsi Lake.
Nan Dao suddenly felt a little regretful that he could not write a letter for Shu Shu to send to Donghai.
What might you write?
If I can't come back this time.
Then forget about me, sir.
Nan Dao thought this and felt it was very hypocritical.
So he didn't think about it anymore, he just held the sword tightly and the umbrella tightly, and headed towards the edge of the taro sea.
Everything in front of us finally became sparse, and through the gaps between the intertwined taro leaves, we could faintly see a large swamp in the wind and rain.
Nandao stopped again.
Although he was very calm when he talked about those things with Hua Wuxi.
But how the story goes.
He doesn't know either.
Nan Dao looked up at the umbrella in his hand, and then turned back, as if he wanted to take a look at the East China Sea and the human world to the north.
It's a pity that nothing can be seen.
So Nan Dao turned around and walked out of the sea of taro calmly.
Just as Hua Wuxi said, the wind and rain in Daze are miserable, and the water and sky in the world are blurred.
The figure wearing a large robe stood quietly at the edge of the river.
"You hesitated for a long time."
Hua Wuxi stood on the edge of the river in the distance and said slowly.
Nan Dao looked at him quietly and said without any secret, "Yes."
"You're scared."
"Yes."
Hua Wuxi laughed softly.
Nan Dao didn't smile, just looked at him quietly.
Everything is fact, there is no need to deny it.
Hua Wuxi turned her head and looked at the umbrella held tightly in Nan Dao's hand, the blue-black sword held tightly in Nan Dao's hand, and the sword hovering around her that had passed through Hua Wuxi's eyebrows. Parrot Island.
"Have you been drinking today?"
Hua Wuxi looked at Yiaozhou Island and remembered the sword in the alley that night.
Nan Dao said softly: "I didn't have time to drink."
Hua Wuxi sighed and said, "It's a pity."
"What's a pity?"
"Without that sword, you are indeed very weak."
Hua Wuxi said calmly and stood there quietly. There was no Wu River spreading out and no power of Wu Gui surging.
This is a story of disparity.
Just like Zhang Xiaoyu wanted to beat up the young boy Hu Lu, Hu Lu naturally had no room to fight back.
But Nan Dao still clenched his sword tightly, looked at Hua Wuxi and said sincerely: "A sword cultivator, no matter how poorly he learns the sword, cannot only know one sword."
Hua Wuxi turned around and stood in the wind and rain of Daze, looking at Nandao quietly without saying anything.
So Nan Dao clenched his sword tightly and walked towards Hua Wuxi in the sword wind.
There is a thin line in the world.
The young man held his sword and walked through the wind and rain.
The stream of vitality in the divine sea is constantly decreasing. Thousands of isolated islands are rotating in reverse, transporting the vitality out, and pulling more vitality of heaven and earth in Nandao's hands, strengthening the sword's power and filling it with sword intent.
Young Nan Dao seems to have finally learned how to make his sword faster.
So the wind of the sword drove away the wind and rain, and the blue-black sword passed through the blue-gray taro sea in an instant, heading towards Hua Wuxi, who was standing quietly beside the river.
Not the Sword Through Flowers.
But it comes from the Sword Through Flowers.
Yiru Mojianya is the founder of the Sword Intention Sect.
But the most basic sword is like a human quick sword without any vitality or sword intent.
A good sword is sharpened.
There is a faint burning aura on the Peach Blossom Sword, and the rain that occasionally drips on the sword is evaporated in an instant.
The sword appeared in front of Hua Wuxi instantly.
Then it pierced the witch-ghost power that surged out, and the wind and rain got out of the way, but the witch-ghost power wouldn't.
The extremely fast sword fell into the package of the power of the witch and ghost, and instantly lost all its sharpness.
It's like being stirred into a quagmire.
Nan Dao did not hesitate, but directly let go of the Peach Blossom Sword in his hand, grabbed the follower Yingying Zhou, stepped on the soft sand beside the river, and stabbed out with the sword again.
Hua Wuxi still looked calmly at the young man holding a black umbrella in front of him.
It's cool to switch swords in an instant.
But in the end, it's just because the other hand can't let go.
Youtaozhou also approached Hua Wuxi in an instant, heading straight for the center of his eyebrows, just like a sword strike that night.
Hua Wuxi looked at the sword in silence, seeming to think of something painful again, so he did not avoid it, but raised his hand, and the power of countless witches and ghosts attached to it, and he grasped the sword body.
"This sword." Hua Wuxi looked deeply at Nan Dao and crushed it away with the power of the witch ghost in his hand. "I do not like."
Naturally, Nan Dao didn't care whether Hua Wuxi liked it or not.
Maybe he won't like anything.
No matter what, I won't be happy.
So he held the sword, surrounded by the sword wind, and wanted to retreat, but just like outside Nanyi City, the sword was tightly held in his hand, but it was like taking root, making it difficult to pull it out.
The power of those witches and ghosts were mercilessly crushing towards Parrot Island.
However, Parrot Island is not the Peach Blossom Sword.
Naturally, the sword that Cao Weiying fished out from the large lake full of sword intent would not let out a miserable wail like the Peach Blossom Sword.
On the contrary, when the power of the witches and ghosts surged wildly, the scrawled three characters of Parrot Island on the sword were suddenly filled with many inexplicable sword intentions. The sword intention fell towards the sword body, but Hua Wuxi was caught in the palm of his hand. After all the power of the witches and ghosts was cut off, Nan Dao successfully retreated.
However, Nan Dao's successful escape made Hua Wuxi feel a little more angry.
He took a step forward and approached the South Island.
Nan Dao once again let go of Parrot Island, and the Peach Blossom Sword, which was no longer restricted, fell into Nan Dao's hands again.
Hua Wuxi thought this was a very stupid thing.
Parrot Island is naturally much stronger than the Peach Blossom Sword with several holes in it.
But Nandao naturally has his own ideas.
When Hua Wuxi was approaching in the wind and rain with the power of witches and ghosts, Nan Dao clenched his sword tightly, kicked up countless rain vapors with one foot, and slashed towards Hua Wuxi with his sword.
The power of the witch ghost surged in front of Hua Wuxi, but he directly sent the sword and Nan Dao flying out.
"you....."
Hua Wuxi wanted to make a mockery, but before she could finish her words, her expression changed.
There was a decisive sword wind coming from behind, and Hua Wuxi turned around in a hurry. However, the sudden attack of the sword still broke through the power of the witch ghost who was not defensive, and wiped Hua Wuxi's face away.
The man in white clothes stood between Nandao and Hua Wuxi with a peach blossom in hand and a parrot in his hand. The peach blossoms on his face were swaying in the wind and rain. Countless rainwater slid down the peach petals. It was hard to tell what his expression was. Then he disappeared again at the edge of the swamp.
Hua Wuxi raised her hand and touched her face, but her fingertips were a little bloody.
Looking at the blood in silence, and then looking up at Nandao, Hua Wuxi's expression finally became indifferent.
"I don't want to play anymore, Nandao."
Nan Dao stood up holding the Peach Blossom Sword, standing under the umbrella and coughing, looked at Hua Wuxi and asked, "Why?"
"Because the color of blood reminds me of a lot of things that make me unhappy."
Hua Wuxi said calmly, and then the mighty power of witches and ghosts finally spread.
The whole lake is swaying in the wind and rain, and thousands of marshes are bent.
Only Young Master Wubei died.
It was just Young Master Wubei who once held the head of his soul above the Wu River.
Whoever owns this body inherits the Witch River.
It's the spirit witch.
Of course Nan Dao knows.
So he didn't care whether Hua Wuxi liked it or not.
Just before everything falls in the direction you least want to see.
Try it as much as possible.
Nan Dao holds the Peach Blossom Sword, and the Yiaozhou Island that was used by Tao Hua returns to his side again, carrying a lot of sword intent.
Hua Wuxi, armed with the mighty power of witches and ghosts, walked calmly through the wind and rain on the edge of the river and walked towards the South Island.
The sword intentions surrounding Nan Dao were crushed away the moment they came into contact with those powers.
Nan Dao seemed to have realized that he had reached a dead end and did not flee again.
Just holding the sword, standing under the umbrella, quietly looking at the figure coming with suffocating power.
"Is there anything in this world that can make you happy?"
Nan Dao asked a question.
Hua Wuxi said calmly: "Maybe there was, but not anymore."
Nan Dao sighed softly, let go of the sword in his hand, let it hang down, and inserted it in front of him. He looked at Hua Wuxi who had already walked in front of him and said softly: "Don't force me."
Hua Wuxi stood in front of Nan Dao and said with a rather ironic smile: "Do you still have a sword?"
Nan Dao was silent for a long time and said softly: "Maybe there are more, but I don't really want to use them."
Hua Wuxi looked at the young man close at hand, looked at his black umbrella, and said slowly: "Why?"
Nan Dao did not answer, but lowered his head and looked at his left hand.
"The stories have always been similar."
Nan Dao said softly, then suddenly stopped and turned back to look at the green mountains in the distance.
Hua Wuxi also looked over.
In the stormy green mountains, thousands of boats carrying countless people returning from the Styx came towards Nanyi City.
Or more than thousands of rowing boats.
There are also countless 500,000 human soldiers walking in the green mountains in the wind and rain.
Nan Dao looked over there blankly, silent for a long time, and seemed to have finally made some decisions.
Turning back, looking at Hua Wuxi who was suffocating with the power of witches and ghosts in front of him, he took a deep breath and said softly: "You are not the only one who wants to stay away from Nanyi City."
Nan Dao calmed down, looked at the umbrella in his hand, and said very gently.
"I'm not the only one living under the umbrella."
