The road to simplicity.
So is that sword.
Just one sword, crossing the wind and snow, crossing the river, and crossing the world.
Heading towards the River Styx above the sky.
If there is one characteristic that it must have, it is speed.
Just like what Qiu Xi'er said back then.
What this human emperor represents is the sword of Mojianya.
The fastest sword in the world.
There wasn't even a sword intent or a sound of wind.
When the emperor's shadow appeared in the hand holding a sword.
The sword appeared in the sky and the river of Hades.
Then everything faded away.
Heaven and earth are clear and bright.
Zilan, who was standing in the River of Styx, lowered her head and looked at the tiny trace of blood on her eyebrows in the River of Styx, feeling extremely astonished.
The prime minister had been released and was falling towards the world. Zhang Xiaoyu's figure flashed between heaven and earth and grabbed the prime minister by the back of his collar.
Falling towards the head of Nanyi City.
Under that sword, an extremely wide crack appeared in the entire world of wind, snow and river Styx.
Then it shattered towards both sides.
It was like a scroll being cut open by someone with a sword.
Qing Xiang couldn't help but cough, looking at Zilan who was still looking at her in the broken River Styx above the sky, but he chuckled.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the Prime Minister and asked, "Why are you laughing?"
The two of them landed on the top of the city. Qing Xiang said with a smile: "He really thought that my sword was the last sword in Nanyi City."
Naturally, it wasn't Qing Xiang's sword, and neither was Zhang Xiaoyu's.
Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a while and said, "But I thought it was."
Not only did Zhang Xiaoyu not know what was under the Tonggui Monument in Nanyi City, but also because Zhang Xiaoyu really felt that that sword was already very powerful.
Shanhe's sword merged with the Wudao sword in Qing Xiang's hand.
Naturally, it is the most powerful sword in the world.
It's a pity that Qing Xiang is not good at swordsmanship.
The prime minister took out the scabbard and said softly: "So you still have room for improvement in the future."
Zhang Xiaoyu said nothing more, standing at the top of the city with his sword on his back, looking at the figure falling downwards from the sky.
"Isn't it possible that he can still summon his soul back?"
Qingxiang thought for a moment and said, "Probably not. That sword of Shenhe cut into pieces the entire world of Styx."
"It's a pity that I don't know who he is."
The prime minister was stunned.
"You don't know what you are doing with your sword?"
Zhang Xiaoyu walked towards the city with his sword on his back and said, "I'm happy to do it. I will use my sword if I like. I'm not asking you to borrow money. You don't care about me."
Damn it.
Prime Minister Qing really wanted to give Zhang Xiaoyu, this little bastard, a try.
Unfortunately, I was injured more than him, so I might not be able to defeat him.
Qingxiang thought about it and let it go.
Looking at Zhang Xiaoyu's back, he asked: "Leaving?"
Zhang Xiaoyu stopped for a while at the head of Nanyi City, which was still covered with snow, looked back at the Prime Minister, and said softly: "Let's go."
So he went back to the dungeon without even looking back.
The prime minister couldn't help but sigh.
Shanheguan is a very complicated and confusing place.
Just like the Qingtian Road that was split back then.
"You've gone astray, you've gone astray." Qingxiang shook his head, looking for something on the ground, and finally found a broken wine bottle that had been stepped on in a corner - before leaving the city, Qingxiang briefly stayed at On the top of the city, he put down his wine jug, which contained half of the unfinished wine.
Then he became angry again and looked at the city sword cultivator angrily.
"That bastard crushed my hip flask."
The scholar in white looks very elegant with his hair crown, but he curses like a country farmer.
No one paid attention, just pretended not to hear the words.
They are very busy.
Although the unknown Styx man died, the hundreds of thousands of troops and thousands of boats still stayed outside Nanyi City.
The story at the top is over, but the story at the bottom is still going on.
When Qing saw that no one paid attention to him, he grunted helplessly, threw the horse scabbard in his hand somewhere on the Nanyi River, and then also left the city.
"I won't bring a wine bottle with me next time."
...
Ming Mayfly stood on the snow-covered green mountains, calmly watching the story in Nanyi City.
He didn't go.
Just like before, he just stood quietly in a deserted corner, watching the snowstorm.
He stared at it for a long time until the sword from Mojian Cliff passed through the wind and snow, grazing his temples and disappeared without a trace.
Ming Mayfly sighed softly.
He raised his hand and stroked that temple.
There was no blood, and no long hair was cut off.
Just like when Cong Ren passed by directly.
Huaian has indeed never looked directly at Huang Liang.
Whether human or ghost.
Ming Mayfly lowered her hands and looked quietly at the figure in the distance who fell from the sky and then turned into the power of countless Styxes, and was blown towards the Youhuang Mountains by the wind and snow.
They didn't even ask who those people were who came with thousands of boats.
Just one sword came, and another sword came, until the last sword.
In the human world, the truth in swords is always great.
Therefore, perhaps only those ghosts and gods in the past are the only ones that can make Huaian, a place where the avenue flourishes, face it seriously.
Ming Mayfly stood calmly on the snow-covered green mountains, looking at the ancient city in the distance.
After the Wuguishen Sect was destroyed, the city was never broken by the south again.
It's the same this time.
So he didn't look again and walked down the green mountain calmly.
...
After dusk, comes night.
In the unfinished wind and snow of the night, thousands of black armors silently charged towards Nanyi City, which fell back to the human world after a sword strike. Among the Wugui Dao camps on and behind the boats, countless The magic of witches and ghosts fell towards the city in the night.
This is a completely different scene from the previous stop.
Just like what Lu Xiaoxiao saw in the eyes of Lu Xiaoxiao who was once at the top of the city.
This is the lower level, the majesty and cruelty unique to the world.
They approached the city, with Yunmeng Daze behind them. If the people of the Witch Ghost Path did not activate the cross-travel formation, there would naturally be no way out.
So he walked silently on the land that had changed from wind and snow to wind and blood, carrying out the final, perhaps long, charge.
Without the heavy snow, they might have been able to hold on longer.
But although the snowstorm that came from under a certain boy's umbrella had stopped, it still plunged the land into a freezing cold state.
There is very little wind or snow in Huangliang.
Especially these black armors are the defenders from the endless deep ocean at the southern end of Huangliang.
Naturally, their ability to withstand cold is far inferior to that of the people in Huai'an.
Maybe it's really like what Zhang Xiaoyu said on the first day of this war.
There is no way out for those at the lower level who are coerced by the general trend.
The lights in Nanyi City did not come on again.
Maybe after this war is over, they will become prosperous and lively again.
But not tonight.
The night is deep and the wind and snow are quiet.
In the Nanyi River, Shushu was already heading north in a small boat.
Only the extremely silent Chen Huaifeng, covered with wind and rain, stood alone by the river.
"Looks like we were all wrong."
It was Zhang Xiaoyu who came with a sword on his back.
Chen Huaifeng smiled bitterly and said, "Yes."
Zhang Xiaoyu thought about killing Liu Sanyue.
Chen Huaifeng killed Liu Sanyue directly.
Destiny is more than just the misses that come and go.
There is also playfulness like a joke.
Zhang Xiaoyu carried the sword on his back, looked at the spots of blood on his robes, listened to the sounds of nearly a million people fighting in the south, and said softly: "What are you going to do, senior brother?"
Chen Huaifeng was silent for a long time and said softly: "When I saw the sword under the Tonggui Monument and the will of Shenhe, I realized that I was very wrong. I walked down the tomb mountain with a lot of wind and rain. I thought I should go to the north and tell them this wrong story.”
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Chen Huaifeng quietly and said, "But you changed your mind."
Chen Huaifeng stood by the river holding his sword, blowing the wind that still carried the chill of heavy snow, although there was no wind or rain in his arms.
But there was a storm in his heart.
It's something called guilt.
That stuff has always been there.
Only when those things that I take for granted are revealed by fate, do they really surge in my heart like wind and snow.
It turns out that Chen Huaifeng is Chen Huaifeng.
I really have to embrace Fengxue for the rest of my life.
"Yes." Chen Huaifeng said slowly. "Liu Sanyue is dead."
Chen Huaifeng only said this and did not continue, because perhaps such a reason would appear extremely ridiculous and cowardly.
So Zhang Xiaoyu helped him speak out.
"Liu Sanyue is dead. Just like what Ximen wrote in his letter, he died in Daze, not in the human sword sect. This is the best result. Tell the truth about his death There is no benefit to the world. It will only let Huaidu and Qingtian Dao completely break with the sword sect in the world. Such a story will bring far more damage to the world than those who came from Huangliang to Nanyi City. .”
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Chen Huaifeng and said softly: "So senior brother decided to remain silent."
Chen Huaifeng looked up at the night.
In this day, too many things happened.
So there was no starlight, only wind and snow, covering half of Nanyi City.
"This is the Human Sword Sect."
Chen Huaifeng sighed and said sadly.
Zhang Xiaoyu remembered what his other senior brother had said to him in that alley.
Just look at stability and don't ask about right or wrong.
Junior brother, you have stayed in a place like the Human Sword Sect for too long.
Of course Zhang Xiaoyu stayed for a long time.
So of course he felt it was right.
Even though the person who died was once his friend when he was a boy.
This is different from the boy who had a big quarrel with Li Shanhe and left Shanhe Temple angrily.
At that time, he felt that some things must be right and some things must be wrong.
But now he doesn't think so.
When Zhang Xiaoyu thought like this, he was very silent and very frightened.
Of course he loves Nanyi City very much.
Ten thousand rivers flow together and merge into the human world.
Playing cards, drinking wine, and maybe cursing with some secular person.
But that's not what he wants.
Just like the reason why he came to Jianzong in the first place.
He wants to learn the sword.
Then go back and use the principles on the sword to convince everyone of right and wrong.
So Zhang Xiaoyu listened to Chen Huaifeng's words, remained silent for a long time, and said softly: "This is the Human Sword Sect."
The two stood by the river in silence for a long time.
After a long time, Chen Huaifeng looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, thinking about the boy whose heart was pierced by a sword.
"Is this what Master means?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "Yes."
Chen Huaifeng turned back, looked at the sparsely lit Nanyi City, and said slowly: "It seems that you really want Shanheguan to die."
Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head and looked at the white robe that was occasionally picked up by the wind. The words on the robe were still clear.
After watching in silence for a long time, Zhang Xiaoyu did not answer. He just raised his head, looked at Chen Huaifeng with a smile and said, "Forget it, let's not mention these things."
Chen Huaifeng naturally knew how heavy those stories were to Zhang Xiaoyu, so he nodded.
Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled lightly with his sword on his back, looked at Nanyi City, and said, "Senior brother, it's been a long time since he took me through Nanyi City."
Chen Huaifeng laughed and said, "It seems so."
Chen Huaifeng has been hiding in Jianzong to maintain his health for many years.
The two of them walked casually along the Nanyi River.
Zhang Xiaoyu is carrying the sword on his back, and Chen Huaifeng is holding the sword.
The gestures represented by the two are naturally different.
The two just walked and didn't talk about the past.
The lights in Nanyi City were sparse, which made both of them a little regretful.
Zhang Xiaoyu walked in amid the bustle, and when he left, the city should also be brightly lit.
Chen Huaifeng naturally does not have the idea of "Junior Brother, just wait here and I will make the world lively for you."
That may be a matter of youth. Chen Huaifeng is already thirty-two years old.
That was also during the peaceful times.
"When can senior brother enter the avenue?"
Zhang Xiaoyu asked while looking at their shadows.
"I don't know." Chen Huaifeng said melancholy. "Maybe tomorrow, maybe next year, why are you asking?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said with a smile: "Master has agreed to let Hu Lu be the leader of the sect. Maybe in the future, he will really rarely care about the affairs of the Sword Sect. After I leave, the Sword Sect will always have someone who can stand on the stage. Can’t we really go back to those senior brothers who left Nanyi City earlier?”
Chen Huaifeng walked casually with his sword in his arms and said: "It doesn't matter whether you have it or not. As long as the master is still in the world, and as long as the senior brothers outside have not let the world know that they are dead, the human sword sect will always be the human sword sect."
Zhang Xiaoyu thought for a while, and it seemed that this was indeed the case, but still sighed and said: "It's a pity that from now on, I will no longer be a member of the Sword Sect."
Chen Huaifeng said calmly: "It doesn't matter whether it is yes or no, the world will naturally remember it."
Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled softly and walked towards the light somewhere ahead.
"Actually, I've always had a doubt."
Chen Huaifeng looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "What doubts are there?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said with a strange expression: "Is that old man selling sugar and oil cakes at the back door of Jian Zong a member of Jian Zong?"
It turns out that not only Nan Dao had such a conjecture, but Zhang Xiaoyu, a disciple of the Sword Sect, had also thought about it.
Chen Huaifeng said with a smile: "I don't know, maybe yes, maybe not, but this may be the way the Human Sword Sect makes the world stable."
Maybe in the future, there will be an old man holding a wolfberry tea cup and sunbathing on the street corner.
Who knows?
The two of them walked very leisurely.
It’s been walking for a long time.
But it stopped on a long street in the south of the city.
There is nothing unusual about the long street, it just has a cloth shop.
Zhang Xiaoyu also couldn't figure out why the two of them came back to the south of the city after they had clearly been walking north.
Chen Huaifeng held his sword and looked at the unlit cloth shop. He turned to Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "You really have no idea?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "Do you believe it?"
Chen Huaifeng said with a smile: "Of course I don't believe it."
Not only Chen Huaifeng didn't believe it, but Li Qinghua didn't believe it either.
That's why I went to Yaofeng in Huangliang alone and waited for Zhang Xiaoyu outside Qinse Valley.
"Then will you go?"
Chen Huaifeng asked the second question.
Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a long time and said softly: "I don't know, maybe I will go, maybe not. The whirlpool I am in is too big and too turbulent, and I don't know if I can get out."
Chen Huaifeng didn't ask any more questions. He just patted Zhang Xiaoyu on the shoulder and said as if joking: "Actually, I really envy you. There is someone who can wait for you like this."
Zhang Xiaoyu turned to look at Chen Huaifeng strangely and said, "Senior brother, do you really want to start a family?"
Chen Huaifeng said softly: "I am thirty-two years old."
If it were placed elsewhere, it would be a very strange thing for a practitioner in the ninth realm of the minor path to not think about how to enter the major path, but to focus on getting married.
But this is not another place, not Qingtian Road, not Shanhe View.
This is the Human Sword Sect.
So maybe Chen Huaifeng really wants to start a family.
"Senior brother, is there anyone you are attracted to?"
When Chen Huaifeng heard these words, he suddenly remembered the girl he saw smiling at him when he left Jianzong that day and walked by the Nanyi River.
"Had?"
But in fact, Chen Huaifeng hadn't thought of that person for a long time.
And that girl's smile that day might just be because behind Chen Huaifeng, there was another person named Chen who was selling sizzling tofu.
There are many stories in life that are only glimpsed.
"No." Chen Huaifeng continued with a smile.
"Okay." Zhang Xiaoyu shrugged and walked through the long street calmly.
After all, this long street is not called Qinghua Street.
Maybe someone really holds the blue and white token tightly and keeps their promise.
But that person is in Huangliang.
Zhang Xiaoyu walked over calmly, and Chen Huaifeng didn't say anything.
The two of them really headed north.
Until they reached Jianzong's garden.
Zhang Xiaoyu, however, had no intention of continuing to walk in. He just lowered his head and walked forward.
Just like Su Guang walking on that street that day.
The lights were as sparse as many early mornings after an all-nighter.
Chen Huaifeng stopped on the street and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu who was walking forward with his head lowered.
"Aren't you going in?"
Zhang Xiaoyu shook his head and said, "I won't go in."
"good."
Chen Huaifeng only said this one word, stood there and stared at Zhang Xiaoyu's back for a long time, then turned around with his sword in hand and turned into the alley of Jianzong Garden.
The old man selling sugar and oil cakes has gone back.
Maybe it's not.
Zhang Xiaoyu walked quietly until he crossed the entire long street and stopped in front of the closed door in the night.
He came from the north back then and stopped here to look at the city.
At that time, Nanyi City was lively, bright, and peaceful.
There is only silence now.
The lights are sparse and there is wind and snow in the south.
Perhaps it was the wind of passing years that blew past Zhang Xiaoyu's ears.
He felt like he heard the junior brother's voice many times again.
But there was nothing.
So Zhang Xiaoyu turned around with his sword on his back, his white clothes fluttering, and the Taoist robe hidden underneath also fluttering, and he walked calmly into the wind heading north.
