Hua Wuxi frowned and looked at Nandao, her eyes fell on his umbrella, and an inexplicable chill rose from behind.
The noise in the world seemed to have stopped for a moment.
At this moment, Hua Wuxi heard something.
"Have you ever seen a sword technique that falls from the sky?"
Nan Dao said this and let go of the umbrella in his hand.
...
Zhang Xiaoyu was sitting on the top of the city, his white clothes hanging wet on the stone slab of the city in the rain. Although the scabbard behind him was tattered and empty, no one looked down on this young man who used to play cards all day long. people.
Not all the time.
Therefore, when he sat cross-legged on the top of the city with his eyes closed, both the Lingnan sword cultivators and some of the garrisoned defenders felt much more at ease.
The rain on April 3rd was still falling. Although it was not as miserable as the one beside Daze, it still made the world a hazy place.
Mr. Ming stood next to Zhang Xiaoyu, leaning against the wall and looking south for a long time. He had been looking like this for a long time.
But nothing was seen.
There is only wind and rain in the green mountains.
When Mr. Ming was hesitating whether Chen Huaifeng's perception was wrong, he saw Zhang Xiaoyu beside him open his eyes, and the sword scabbard behind him was surrounded by countless sword intentions.
Mr. Ming looked at him as if he wanted to ask something, but Zhang Xiaoyu spoke first with a calm expression.
"The Yuexing formation is in operation."
Mr. Ming naturally knows what the movement of the Yuexing Formation means.
Huangliang was able to allow those armies to come directly across the swamp, relying on hundreds of crossing formations hidden on the green mountains.
Zhang Xiaoyu stood up, leaning on the city wall and looking south, where the wind and rain were hazy.
The remnants of the Huangliang army that had retreated to the swamp would naturally join up with those who came later.
But it's more than that.
At such a node, those armies coming across the swamp naturally represent more things.
The Styx boats that the brothers had seen in the Wushan River may have reached the edge of the swamp.
Zhang Xiaoyu had never thought of cutting off the Nanyi River that flowed to Yunmengze.
But just because they came by boat doesn’t mean they can only come by boat.
What's more, like the south, Nanyi City is now in the season of abundant rain. If the main stream is really cut off and only some scattered tributaries are used to discharge water, there will be no need for Huang Liang to step into Nanyi City. Nanyi City will naturally Will fall into chaos in the swollen Nanyi River.
Therefore, even though Zhang Xiaoyu had already thought of this, the gate of Nanyi River leaving the city was still wide open.
Those Jianzong brothers who were playing cards in the city were leaving the card table with their swords on their backs and heading here.
Mr. Ming looked back at the sword cultivators who were walking in the human world as they gathered together again. He turned back to look at Zhang Xiaoyu who was meditating, and said slowly: "Is the Sword Sect sure?"
Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a while and said softly: "It depends on senior brother."
Even though he was sitting by the stream, absorbing the sword intention and the vitality of heaven and earth in a hurry, Zhang Xiaoyu still did not recover from his injuries, so Chen Huaifeng was still the biggest in Nanyi City.
Even the Prime Minister who has returned to Nanyi City.
This old boy is even worse. He fell directly to the realm of the small path and needs to cultivate again. But fortunately, he will not fall to the realm of the big demon after all, and he can be regarded as some trump card.
Only Chen Huaifeng, who is holding half of the wind and rain, and sitting under the monument, can say whether Jian Zong is sure.
Mr. Ming looked back at the tomb mountain, but there was still no movement on the tomb mountain, so he turned back and looked at the windy and rainy green mountains in the south.
"Let someone go and have a look at Qingshan." Mr. Ming said softly.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought so too.
But he hadn't yet decided who should take a look, but Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly looked up at the sky as if he sensed something.
There is an inexplicable chill in the rain falling to the world.
Zhang Xiaoyu was familiar with this scene.
He had seen it several times, and had suffered many sword wounds during those brief chills.
Zhang Xiaoyu seemed to understand something, and looked over the green mountains with a solemn expression towards the southeast.
That kind of chill suddenly became extremely strong, and the whole wind and rain in the world seemed to be stirred up.
At this time, not only Zhang Xiaoyu, but also Mr. Ming and many sword cultivators also noticed the abnormality.
On the top of the city, countless sword cultivators looked up at the sky with continuous rain.
what is that?
When the sword cultivators were thinking this, the drawn swords could not help but tremble, and some faint cracks appeared on the swords out of thin air. They lowered their heads in horror, and then hurriedly put the swords back into their scabbards. , the tendency of the cracks to spread stopped.
Zhang Xiaoyu felt something sharp that seemed to be locating in the endless distance, but suddenly turned back to look at the top of the city.
"Where are the generals of Shanyue City's army?"
A middle-aged man wearing armor and holding a sword squeezed in from behind the sword cultivator. He had been here all along. When he heard Zhang Xiaoyu's inquiry, he stood up in a hurry and saluted Zhang Xiaoyu. .
"Senior brother, what are your orders?"
There is no need to call Zhang Xiaoyu "junior general" between the human military and sword cultivators, so he just followed the practice of the cultivation world and called Zhang Xiaoyu "senior brother".
It doesn't matter what you call it.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at him solemnly.
"Send the order and all the garrison troops stationed in Qingshan will return to Nanyi City."
When the general heard this, he looked at the frightened sword cultivators. He had some questions, but he swallowed them down. He held his sword and saluted, "Yes."
Then left in a hurry.
There was a drumbeat.
The defenders in the green mountains quickly retreated towards Nanyi City.
The sword intent on the scabbard behind Zhang Xiaoyu has been completely restrained. He stood in the wind and rain dressed in white and looked at the sky with a solemn expression.
Something is falling into the world.
...
Chen Huaifeng was sitting cross-legged on the tomb mountain. The minister, who was supposed to be waiting for his car to be finished after sobering up in the Xuanxu Courtyard, appeared here with a bottle of wine in his hand, looking at Chen Huaifeng and drinking heavily. With.
Chen Huaifeng didn't look sideways, he just put one hand on his senior brother's sword and huddled the other in his arms.
"Actually, some people have told me not to drink alcohol before." Qing Xiang said with a smile.
"It seems they are all dead." Chen Huaifeng said slowly.
"Hahahaha." Qing Xiang smiled proudly. "I've been drinking for a thousand years, but it hasn't killed me. So, you're young, what do you want to do for a living?"
Chen Huaifeng was silent for a while and said, "If you weren't a big monster, you probably wouldn't say such things here."
"But I am a demon." Qing Xiang chuckled.
Chen Huaifeng was helpless, sitting upright and letting Qing Xiang laugh for a long time before he said, "What's the matter with dean here?"
The prime minister laughed for a long time, then looked at Chen Huaifeng and said slowly: "On the Youhuang Mountains, I was chased and almost killed there."
Chen Huaifeng was silent for a long time after listening to the Prime Minister's words. Finally, he turned his head, looked at the Prime Minister who had calmed down, and said softly: "A person from the Sword Sect?"
The prime minister said calmly: "Yes."
Chen Huaifeng turned to look at the Human Sword Sect.
"I guess they are not from our generation."
Of course it will not be Chen Huaifeng's generation.
The strongest Chen Huaifeng of their generation has not yet entered the avenue, but Zhang Xiaoyu only crossed that door last night.
No matter who it is, no one has the strength to hunt down the prime minister.
"Yes."
"That's the demon cultivator." Chen Huaifeng said slowly. "I don't know who it is."
The Prime Minister chuckled softly and said: "Of course I don't think you will know who it is. That old boy Cong Ren went to Mojian Cliff. Maybe if I ask him, he won't remember who it is."
Chen Huaifeng looked at the Prime Minister, frowned and asked, "So what does the dean mean?"
The Prime Minister took a sip of wine, looked at the Jianzong Garden in Nanyi City, and said calmly: "If there is one, there may not be a second one."
Chen Huaifeng looked at the senior sword in his lap quietly and said slowly: "I don't know."
Of course, Chen Huaifeng had also doubted the people of Jianzong.
Otherwise, the story of Young Master Wubei would not have happened in the city.
The prime minister just said calmly: "Zhang Xiaoyu entered the avenue too early. This is not a good thing."
Chen Huaifeng fell silent.
Qing Xiang turned around and looked at the sword sect brother who had been sitting on the tomb mountain for a long time with a chuckle.
"It's not that you don't know, it's just that your suspicions can't be exaggerated."
Chen Huaifeng said softly: "Yes."
Chen Huaifeng is certainly a decisive person.
So when many stories were taking shape, he was already making decisions.
Zhang Xiaoyu's hasty withdrawal may not be due to Chen Huaifeng's suspicions.
Of course, senior brother means many things.
"But I just don't want too many variables in Nanyi City." Chen Huaifeng said softly, "Junior brother Xiaoyu may not be a completely good person, but he has no ill intentions toward Nanyi City or the world."
The prime minister smiled and said, "I just mentioned it casually."
Chen Huaifeng said softly: "But we have to say something about it, such as Liu Sanyue's death, or Junior Brother Xiaoyu's entry into the avenue. I admit that these are all high-sounding things, but we have to say something about it and let the world see it. Are there really any selfish motives among those reasons?"
When the prime minister heard this, he looked at Chen Huaifeng seriously and asked, "Are you jealous of Liu Sanyue?"
"I was once a proud man of heaven." Chen Huaifeng said.
"Then are you jealous of Zhang Xiaoyu?"
"I am senior brother."
Chen Huaifeng spoke very calmly.
The prime minister smiled and said, "Then what are your selfish motives?"
Chen Huaifeng looked down at the sword in his lap and said with a sigh: "Maybe it's because a senior renamed my sword, but it also put a lot of pressure on me."
As Chen Huaifeng spoke, he also laughed as he watched a certain long hair fall down and land on the sword.
"Look, my hair is starting to fall out."
As a senior who is passionate about health care.
Hair loss is certainly a big deal.
The Prime Minister handed over the wine in his arms and said with a smile: "This is indeed a thing that makes people bald."
Chen Huaifeng looked at the pot of wine in front of him, thought for a long time, then took it, took a sip, then looked at the Prime Minister and said hesitantly: "Dean, you don't have any diseases, right?"
"Fuck you." Qing Xiang cursed and took the wine bottle back.
Of course Chen Huaifeng was just joking. After all, he just likes to keep in good health and does not have serious mysophobia.
After a sip of wine, my mood really relaxed a lot.
Maybe it’s the thrill of pampering?
Chen Huaifeng didn't know.
The two sat under the tombstone.
"Is there anything else, Dean?" Chen Huaifeng asked curiously, looking at the Prime Minister who never left.
Qing Xiang tilted his head and looked at the rain curtain in the sky, and said softly: "Because something might happen, I want to see it from a higher place."
Chen Huaifeng looked at Nanyi City. The highest place in Nanyi City was indeed the tomb hill under the Tonggui Monument.
"Then why doesn't Dean go to the Youhuang Mountains? It's higher there."
"Someone else is watching the Youhuang Mountains, and I'm afraid I'll be killed by him."
Chen Huaifeng was silent for a while.
"who?"
"I don't know." Qing Xiang said casually, "Anyway, I just know that I can't go."
Gradually silence fell on the tomb mountain.
Then the chill came to the world.
The Prime Minister put away the wine bottle, raised his head and looked at the sky very seriously, with a thoughtful expression on his face, and then looked at Chen Huaifeng, who had a solemn look on his side.
"Is the wind and rain still in your arms?"
"Here I am."
"That's good."
...
When Nan Dao said those words calmly and let go of the umbrella, Hua Wuxi's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
The storm in the world paused for a moment.
Then it continued to pour towards the edge of Daze.
Nandao stood like this in the wind and rain.
I have been standing under an umbrella all day long, and this is the first time I have stood upright in the wind and rain.
I don't know why, but he felt like he had stripped off everything and was standing naked in the world.
Hua Wuxi looked at Nan Dao suspiciously.
And Nan Dao was looking at the rain dome calmly.
The umbrella fell aside, not flipping with the wind and rain, but fell quietly and silently beside Nan Dao, relying on the blue-black peach blossom sword.
Hua Wuxi raised his head and looked at the sky. For some reason, the feeling of fear in his heart became stronger and stronger.
But the more this happens, the more calm the expression on the face of the young man opposite becomes.
Hua Wuxi lowered his head and did not ask what it was.
He could feel that some energy was connecting the young man who let go of his umbrella to the sky.
Then the power of witches and ghosts surged around him, and he suddenly raised his hand to hold Nan Dao's neck.
However, unexpectedly, Nan Dao, who should have been weak and at his mercy, slowly raised his left hand that he had never used before.
Then he held Hua Wuxi's entire arm there.
Hua Wuxi looked at the scene with a shocked expression.
The young man just spoke softly.
"No one has ever picked up this umbrella, not just because it is my umbrella."
Nan Dao quietly looked at the black umbrella at his feet that stood still in the wind and rain, like an umbrella on a low hill.
"It's really heavy."
Hua Wuxi didn't want to listen to the explanation of the young man in front of her. The power of witches and ghosts spread out from her body. This place was also very close to the River Styx.
Therefore, those huge forces cannot be stopped by Nandao.
However, the young man who should have been torn apart by the power of those witches and ghosts still stood there unharmed.
A man in white had a peach blossom on his face, pointed in front of him, and stood in front of the young man.
The peach blossoms were trembling in the wind and rain, so Hua Wuxi heard some very brief words.
"The best is like water."
In a place where Hua Wuxi couldn't see, in the divine sea of the South Island, the book Blue Bull Five Thousand Words was suddenly opened.
Some golden Taoist texts came out.
The best is like water. Water benefits all things without fighting, and is disliked by everyone, so it is not in line with the Tao.
...
The husband does not fight, so there is no need for you.
....
The edge of the lake is filled with the mighty power of witches and ghosts, like the sea coming in with the tide, or the mountains moving in the wind.
However, the peach blossom standing in front of Nan Dao was just calmly reciting the sermon.
So everything remained motionless in the wind and rain.
The husband does not fight, so there is no need for you.
It's like a river rushing away, but what falls in the river is only the reflection of the person looking at the river.
So it cannot be rolled or shredded.
Hua Wuxi looked at this scene in a hurry. At this point, he finally remembered that he was only a teenager, so he started to panic.
Nan Dao is also a teenager, but at this time he is much calmer.
He looked up at the sky, at the rain, at the growing chill hidden in the rain, and then looked at his own divine sea.
His eyes fell on the sword intent.
The sword intention supported by the peach tree seemed to be restless.
However, the ancient Taoist scrolls pulled countless air currents and islands, like heavy mountains, silently suppressing all the restlessness.
The turbulent sword intent confirmed some of his guesses.
Nan Dao's eyes fell on the sky again and said softly: "Snow will come next."
Then the wind and rain gradually turned into wind and snow.
Just like the snow that fell on Nanyi City one day in March.
The entire Dazebian instantly fell into the endless vastness of snow.
Nan Dao looked back at the green mountains in the middle of the lake.
The boats and the army seemed to have stopped, perhaps still looking at the sudden changes in the sky in confusion.
Nan Dao watched silently, and then turned back. Hua Wuxi's hand was still tightly held in his.
Just like how he used to hold the umbrella tightly.
Hua Wuxi finally fell into a dilemma. The witch marks under his body kept flashing, but he could not leave this area.
Nan Dao looked at Hua Wuxi, who looked panicked, and said softly: "Of course I know that you witches and ghosts can go beyond the limits."
So I want you to come closer.
I want you to stand in front of me.
Only then can I hold your hand.
Only then can we look at the wind and snow and see the white hair like a good friend.
But these are just those strange sentences in Nan Dao's mind.
This is a cruel story.
Hua Wuxi finally felt the sword intent in the wind and snow.
An extremely cold feeling fell on his face and body, and countless blood surged out of his body with joy.
The same goes for the South Island across from him.
But the young man who once held the umbrella just looked up at the snow in the sky with great calmness.
"I really still have a sword."
Nan Dao said softly.
"But I haven't seen it completely myself."
"I just guessed a little bit from the stories about myself hiding under an umbrella for many years and sometimes accidentally letting go of the umbrella."
"I know it's a sword."
Nan Dao chuckled softly and looked at the other boy who was right in front of him, with the power of thousands of witches and ghosts surging, but he couldn't move in or break away.
"I didn't see where it was coming from."
"But I guess it came from heaven."
This sword naturally comes from heaven.
Hua Wuxi raised his head and finally saw the countless sword lights falling towards the vastness of the human world in the wind and snow, on the distant sky.
The light of thousands of swords was so bright that the wind and snow in the world dimmed.
For example, the galaxy.
Nan Dao also looked there, glad that he guessed it right.
I also feel sad.
That Sword Intention Galaxy is so broad.
Maybe I never thought of giving myself any way to survive.
What did you do wrong?
During this long day of chasing, Nan Dao finally shed a tear.
