The galaxy of sword light came toward the world with great force.
So not only the two people on the edge of Daze saw it.
The whole world is looking towards the sky over Daze.
But how we see it in the human world is a human matter.
Nan Dao just raised his hand to wipe away the drop of cold tears, looked at Hua Wuxi calmly, and said softly: "Next."
"It's a sword."
Nan Dao's extremely calm words fell on Hua Wuxi's ears, finally bringing the frightened young man back to his senses.
No one wants to die.
Even if Hua Wuxi really couldn't make him happy, nothing could make him happy.
In the tail of the Styx, countless powers of the Styx came towards the edge of the river.
Hua Wuxi is indeed a person blessed by gods and ghosts.
It's just that the ghosts and gods who were supposed to take care of him have turned into countless souls and landed in Yao Ji's palms.
Therefore, the only one who could respond to him was the lonely River Styx, which was both revered and hated by the world.
The mighty power of the Styx fell into Hua Wuxi's body.
It turned into a huge force and finally knocked the peach blossoms and Nandao in front of them flying out, landing on the taro sea not far away.
Peach Blossom's figure was illusory, but the Peach Blossom on her face turned extremely bright red, as if soaked in blood. She glanced back at Nan Dao, and then disappeared by the river.
Nan Dao coughed up blood and struggled to stand up on the ground. He looked up at the sky and looked at the falling sword light with great seriousness.
It seemed like he wanted to see clearly where that thing came from.
But nothing could be seen clearly.
Just the dim wind and snow, and the brilliant sword light.
Hua Wuxi stood by the big swamp. The sword light in the world was majestic, but the gathered power of the Styx was lost again extremely quickly. There were traces of the art of transcendence under his body.
The witchcraft of Yue Xing is very short.
Hua Wuxi quickly made the seal, and the witch mark took shape.
It was just a moment before he was about to leave.
A sword light suddenly fell, cutting off the traces of Yue Xing's technique.
Hua Wuxi stopped in place, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.
Looking at the sky of sword light with great sadness.
It is forbidden here.
When those sword lights appear in the world.
In this locked area, no magic can exist.
Hua Wuxi condensed the witchcraft skills again.
But nothing happened.
When the Sword Kingdom takes shape.
Even with the technique of descending into the underworld, the River Styx cannot appear under the sky for an instant.
Hua Wuxi was trembling all over, but suddenly remembered something, rushed towards the green-black sword and the black umbrella, and tried to pick them up.
However, as Nan Dao said.
No one except him could pick up this umbrella.
Hua Wuxi trembled all over, looking at the umbrella that was flipped on the ground like a boat, and looking at the South Island not far away.
He said blankly: "Hurry up and hold the umbrella, hurry up and hold the umbrella."
Nan Dao laughed softly and said, "I don't."
Hua Wuxi held the umbrella frame again, but everything was in vain. When the umbrella fell on the edge of the lake, it was as unshakable as the entire Yellow Mountains.
"Hurry up and hold an umbrella!"
Hua Wuxi roared at the top of his lungs.
Nan Dao didn't look at him, but quietly watched the falling sword light.
Hua Wuxi finally let go of the umbrella, and her psychological defense finally collapsed.
Like a bullied child, he was hopping on the edge of the umbrella and howling.
"You're fucking cheating, you're fucking cheating! Nandao."
Hua Wuxi cried loudly by the umbrella.
"You're going to kill me, you're going to kill me, how the hell can you be so shameless!"
The sword light is very close to the human world, and the wind and snow in the human world are sweeping everything in the world.
Nan Dao lowered his head and said calmly: "Since I have endured the pain, this is what I deserve."
"It's not a shame."
When those sword lights broke through the wind and snow and fell towards the world, Hua Wuxi finally resigned and sat down, watching with tears streaming down his face as the sword lights fell unstoppably towards the world.
Maybe he was thinking about those past stories about the Northern Wizardry that he had distorted to the human world.
Perhaps it was a cruel past that was speculated by the world even further back.
"Of course I have done all kinds of bad things and deserve death." Hua Wuxi murmured softly.
"But is it a crime for people of the Northern Witch Way to have the blessing of ghosts and gods?"
Nan Dao listened silently. This may be the story behind Beiwu Dao.
Maybe still not.
But the sword light has come.
Hua Wuxi is happy or not in the end.
Everything is meaningless.
The human world was submerged in countless sword lights.
Whether it's Hua Wuxi or those people from the shaman, ghost and god sect who are hesitating in the green mountains of Daze.
So is the South Island.
The wind and snow filled the sky, covering everything.
...
In fact, Nan Dao guessed wrong.
That's not a sword.
But tens of thousands of swords.
...
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the wind and snow in the world in silence.
This wind and snow swept across the entire south of Fengqiling.
But Jianyi didn't.
The sword intention stopped in front of Nanyi City, an inch above the city head.
A strand of hair in front of Zhang Xiaoyu's forehead was chopped off.
It's ten miles from here to the edge of Daze.
Those sword intentions that fell from the sky drew a circle with ten miles as the axis.
Erased everything in between.
The South Island has come a long way.
Therefore, the ten-mile range stopped just in front of Nanyi City, on top of Zhang Xiaoyu's strand of hair that was picked up by the wind and snow.
"Oh I see."
Zhang Xiaoyu quietly looked at the strand of hair falling on the city head.
Suddenly I understood why Cong Ren refused to let Nan Dao join the Sword Sect even if he was beaten to death.
The same goes for Xuanxuyuan.
The whole world was silent.
There was only Zhang Xiaoyu's low murmur.
Or maybe it's actually more than ten miles.
This is not a flat circle.
But on that circle, between the sky and the earth, even the sound of the wind will be wiped out by the sword intention.
What exactly is that?
Zhang Xiaoyu raised his head blankly and looked at the sky full of wind and snow.
What about that boy?
Zhang Xiaoyu looked back at his empty scabbard.
Silence fell.
...
Chen Huaifeng silently held the handful of wind and rain.
In this endlessly chilling human story.
The wind and rain gradually turned into snow.
Chen Huaifeng looked at Hao Fengxue quietly, and then put it back in his arms.
When those sword lights appeared in the sky with great force, Chen Huaifeng took out half of the curtain of wind and rain.
However, he hesitated and never let the wind and rain sweep over the Tonggui Monument.
During this brief hesitation, Chen Huaifeng asked himself a question.
Do you believe that boy?
Chen Huaifeng didn't know.
The minister on the side was just drinking wine and looking at the sky quietly.
Perhaps it was the calmness of this old man who had known Cong Ren for thousands of years that calmed Chen Huaifeng's heart.
He did not inspire Tonggui Monument.
As a result, thousands of sword lights fell, and Nanyi City remained unscathed.
Chen Huaifeng put away the snow on the screen and looked up at the sky.
The sword light has gradually dissipated, but the wind and snow are not there yet.
"So this is the story under the umbrella."
Chen Huaifeng said softly.
Naturally, Zhang Xiaoyu was not the only one who knew these things for the first time.
But the prime minister obviously knew better, and just said softly: "When the umbrella is held in his hand, he is not the only one living under the umbrella."
Chen Huaifeng said softly: "Who is that blacksmith from the East China Sea?"
The prime minister said calmly: "A person who has forgotten everything."
Chen Huaifeng was silent for a while and said, "How to describe it?"
"Just a blacksmith."
I forgot everything, so there is no need to describe it.
No need to mention it either.
Chen Huaifeng didn't ask any more questions.
The Prime Minister lowered his head and glanced at the piece of jade hanging around his waist that seemed to have moved before. Without saying anything else, he headed downwards along the Tomb Mountain Road that was gradually covered by wind and snow.
...
Above the Youhuang Mountains.
Some people wore black robes, hiding themselves extremely tightly, and quietly watched the snowstorm that swept across the world in an instant.
The light in the world once dimmed briefly.
But it wasn't night, it was just that the sword lights were too dazzling.
The man in black robe stood quietly in the wind and snow on those high mountains.
"If I were to tell a story, I would definitely not tell it like this." The man in black robe said slowly.
"Then what would you say?"
Someone came behind him, also in black robes, but holding a sword in his arms.
The custom of holding swords first came from Mojian Cliff.
Holding the sword and looking at it, there is a wait-and-see attitude.
Later, this habit spread to the human sword sect.
So it spread to the world.
The man in black robe said softly: "The tall ones are too tall, and the short ones are too short, so there will often be huge gaps in the development of the story, and the wind and rain will be easily disturbed by a thought."
"That is your utopia." The black-robed swordsman said with a soft smile.
"Are you in the country?" The man in black robe asked calmly.
The black-robed swordsman smiled and said, "Yes, I am among them."
The sword light was slowly dispersing from the human world. Perhaps it had not dissipated, but had just turned into wind and snow, scattering over the land.
The two of them watched the story unfolding beside Osawa quietly.
The high mountain wind and snow blew those black robes.
Some words were flipping around in the corners of the clothes.
nineteen.
What is nineteen?
No one knows.
The black-robed swordsman looked at it calmly for a long time, then turned to look at the black-robed man beside him.
"Have you ever reckoned with this snowstorm?"
The man in black robe was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "This snowstorm is two feet nine."
This is a very strange statement.
It is generally difficult for the world to understand what it means.
But if Young Master Wubei had not died and was also in the wind and snow in this high mountain, he would know what it meant.
The man in black robe once said to him in that alley - I am two feet nine away from my destiny.
Therefore, this snowstorm is part of the unknown that is still unfathomable.
The black-robed swordsman was silent for a while, then turned back to look at the world and asked, "Will this cause any changes?"
The man in black robe laughed when he heard this.
"Everyone knows what Xie Chaoyu said."
The black-robed sword cultivator then understood what he meant.
How do you know this isn't what fate intended?
There are no variables in the world.
There is only the trajectory that everything should take moving forward.
The black-robed swordsman thought for a while, then turned to look at the black-robed man with a smile and said: "Although this is the case, I always feel that you are trying to comfort me for my frustration because I did not kill the prime minister."
The man in black robe smiled and said, "Maybe that's true."
Intentional and unintentional.
Sometimes the difference isn't that big.
The world has fallen silent.
Many eyes from the north were watching.
The man in black robe didn't pay attention, he just calmly tightened the black robe a little tighter.
North is the north in a broad sense.
Standing around Nanyi City, Beijiang means most places in Huai'an.
Perhaps it also includes the west side, where the sound of deer has been silent for a long time in the land of wind and snow.
The man in black robe felt inexplicably emotional when he thought about the name Lu Ming.
"After all, a few people will eventually win the deer, but they will dream of being a fish all day long. Sometimes I also doubt myself, whether it really makes sense for us to be like this."
The black-robed swordsman was silent for a while and said softly: "The person who woke up didn't even look at us. Maybe it really doesn't make sense."
The man in black robe said slowly: "Maybe it's just because he thinks we are right, even if he is also in the story we imagined."
"Who knows until the end of the story?" The black-robed swordsman held his sword and looked at the world, changing the topic, "When did you stand here?"
The man in black robe looked at Nanyi City and said calmly: "Last night when those sword intentions rose from the Nanyi City Card Hall."
The black-robed swordsman also looked there and said with a smile: "Is Zhang Xiaoyu really a genius?"
"He has always been a genius." The man in black robe said calmly: "It's just that his sword intention came out too early, so this is not enough."
The black-robed swordsman was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "You will make me suspect that my junior brother who is many generations away and likes to keep in good health is also from the middle school."
The man in black robe said softly: "Maybe yes, maybe not, but it doesn't matter."
"What's important?"
The man in black robe smiled and looked towards the East China Sea.
"The important thing is that we have to hide for a while. Although Mojianya has not been involved in world affairs for many years, and this story finally does not start from the cliff, after all, they are too high. Since we are an undercurrent, we must eventually Give me some face."
The black-robed swordsman said softly: "That's true."
So the two of them turned into an undercurrent and walked into the wind and snow, not knowing where they would go in the world.
.....
Naturally, everything can be seen on the high cliff.
Whatever is visible to Cong Ren can be seen to Qiu Shui.
Although she has weakened, in the end, she is the master of this high cliff, not Cong Ren.
So when Cong Ren was sitting on the edge of the cliff and couldn't hear the sound of the wind, he could only sigh and couldn't let the sound of the wind really come in.
But neither Qiu Shui nor Cong Ren had the intention to see the human world.
They looked at each other in silence, looking at the clear spring with solemn expressions.
A clear spring is naturally just a clear spring, even if it can surge up to this 3,650-foot-high cliff, the Turbid Sword Platform.
The focus is on what’s in the spring.
Before Qing Yi left the world, he once pulled out a sword from it.
Later the sword fell from the sky.
It was picked up by a scholar named Qingxuanxu on the Huangliang seaside and thrown into the Huangliang sword abyss.
It was the Demon Lord who brought it back and gave it to Cong Zhongxiao in exchange for the Human Sword Sect's sit-down attitude back then.
Then Cong Zhongxiao took his sword and traveled 490,000 miles to the East China Sea with the Demon Ancestor.
In the end, the only thing that came back was the sword that fell back into the spring and turned into a sword.
No one knows what impact this sword will have on the world if it is pulled out.
Therefore, both Qiu Shui and Cong Ren looked at the clear spring with great solemnity.
When those wind and snow fall to the south.
Countless sword intentions are surging on this high cliff.
Cong Ren quietly watched the sword intent sweeping across the cliff. He thought about many things in an instant, and raised his hand to hold the sword inserted in his heart.
Qiu Shui looked at him calmly and said slowly: "If you draw your sword at this time, you will die miserably."
Cong Ren fell silent and released the sword in his hand.
The dream of youth has naturally become something that will never return.
Just like what Qing Xiang said in the small building of Tanchun Garden, Cong Ren sits on the bridge all day long, dreaming of Spring and Autumn.
It's just a dream.
Cong Ren is no longer a boy.
Competing with Mo Jian Ya's Sword Intent may be a matter for young people in the future.
The two looked at Qingquan in silence.
Maybe they are all thinking about things that happened thousands of years ago.
The sword light has already fallen towards the world.
Those sword intentions subsided again.
Gao Ya remained silent, nothing happened.
Just like standing alone by the East China Sea for thousands of years.
Cong Ren suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, then sighed and said softly: "It turns out that I really can't even think about it."
It is impossible to even think about it, and it is sinful to even think about it.
This is what Cong Zhongxiao once said many years ago when he imagined himself pulling out Qing Yi's sword by Daze.
Cong Ren heard about it later.
Just don't take it seriously.
Those who hold the sword must always dare to think.
But at this moment, when he looked down at the mouthful of blood he coughed up by the spring, he really understood the regret and helplessness of his master's words.
I really can’t even think about it.
So Cong Ren didn't look or think again. He walked to the edge of the cliff and sat down sadly.
People saw that the wind and snow were still falling to the south.
Cong Ren did not draw his sword, but waited quietly.
Waiting for the wind and snow to clear.
Only in those sword intentions that have truly calmed down can you draw out the sword in your heart.
.....
The young man in Qingshang held the wine gourd and walked along the green mountain stream with a smile.
While walking, I looked at the scenery of the world, very leisurely.
Perhaps after finishing the wine, the young man in Qingshang took down the wine gourd that had been held to his lips for a long time, sat down by the stream, took off his shoes and socks, soaked his feet, and pressed the wine gourd into the water upstream.
Soaking feet while filling water at the same time may be a very strange thing in the world.
But when Cao Weiying once traveled around the countryside, he saw many such scenes.
Perhaps because he liked this kind of scene very much, Cao Weiying didn't think there was anything wrong with this. The wine gourd was pressed into the stream and gradually became heavier.
Cao Weiying lifted the gourd out like a fish, then brought it to her lips, raised her head and drank.
When the sword light, wind and snow from the south fell on the world, Cao Weiying drank a gourd of water from the stream.
He didn't look at the sword lights, but just looked down at the sky in the stream.
When Emperor Huai drank the water of the Styx, he once said that it was the water of Wangyou.
Cao Weiying looked at the stream water she drank in one gulp, tilted her head and thought, then what is this water called?
Human water?
Green mountains and rivers?
Cao Weiying thought about it for a long time before finally settling on a name.
A very simple name.
It’s called hometown water.
Has no special meaning.
It’s just hometown water.
Cao Weiying shook the empty gourd and pressed it into the water again upstream of the stream.
The gourd purred.
It's like drinking those streams happily.
When Cao Weiying was thinking about it, he felt that it should have been the same sound when he drank it before.
It's just not as clear and resonant as the sound of the gourd's belly.
Maybe it's because Gourd has no thoughts, but he has many reasons for sadness?
Cao Weiying pressed the gourd and washed her feet, then turned to look at the sky in the south.
It seemed that he could see the snow and sword light that obscured everything.
There was a young man who was slumped on the ground and was shouting something anxiously.
Cao Weiying listened for a long time and finally heard something clearly.
Peach blossom.
It turns out to be a peach blossom.
