Cheng Lu laughed when she heard Zhang Xiaoyu's words. She looked at Zhang Xiaoyu who turned to look out the window and said, "Senior brother, are you curious about this?"
Zhang Xiaoyu shrugged and said, "Since you are here, I just want to ask."
Cheng Lu thought for a while and said: "Actually, he didn't say anything, it was just some trivial matters. He didn't mention anything about his senior brother, so naturally I wouldn't talk about it either. But in the end I scared him."
"How did you scare him?"
"I said that if he doesn't practice hard, if one day I want to break away, I will kill him."
Zhang Xiaoyu laughed, looked at Cheng Lu and asked, "Do you really have such an idea?"
Cheng Lu leaned back and stretched, and said, "Indeed, it is. After all, this is Jue Li, one of the swords used by the two top men of Mojian Cliff."
Two firsts for Mojianya.
The best in the world and the best in swordsmanship.
They belong to Qing Yi and his seven disciples respectively.
There are two swords, one is called Jue Li, and the other has no name, but the world has given it a very vulgar name, called Qingyi Kaitian. This is a sword, and it is also a thing, and it is indispensable in the world. A piece of history that lets the world know that sometimes people can be higher than the sky.
While Cheng Lu was thinking about those two firsts, she chuckled and said, "But naturally I won't do such a thing. It's not that I'm not greedy enough, but I know that you are still here, senior brother, so naturally I wouldn't dare." To do something like this.”
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Cheng Lu quietly, and then said slowly: "I find that people in the world are very strange."
"What's weird?"
"Likes to put yourself down."
"That's because I want my senior brother to praise me - Cheng Lu, Cheng Lu, you are not such a person. You are a noble and great person. I know it better than anyone else."
Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't help but laugh, and then his face was finally no longer calm and indifferent, and he looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him with a frown.
Words like "scowl" are naturally more vivid than words like "calm".
Cheng Lu also wanted to see a vivid Zhang Xiaoyu.
So after telling a joke to Nan Dao, he also told a joke to Zhang Xiaoyu.
Zhang Xiaoyu said with a sad face: "But I don't have the heart to praise you now. You are afraid that I will lose, and I am also afraid that I will lose. Hua Wubei's intervention forced me to use the sword in advance and step into The realm of the great road.”
But as the ministers and others said, this is a pity.
Many people in the world knew what Zhang Xiaoyu wanted to do, but no one said anything or bothered them. They just wanted to see how this person who was once dazzling in the Tao Sect could turn those lights into tens of thousands of feet in the Sword Sect. appearance.
But unfortunately fate is unpredictable.
So Zhang Xiaoyu entered the avenue early and returned to the north early.
"Is there anyone watching in town?"
Cheng Lu asked.
"No, according to you, they are also human beings, and they will also be entangled in winning or losing." Zhang Xiaoyu raised his head and looked out the window. Occasionally, people from the town passed by and would subconsciously glance at the window.
But that is not the person in Guanli.
"Everyone in the temple is hiding in the mountains, and they will be very panicked." Zhang Xiaoyu sighed. "You're thinking too much, but not in the right place."
Cheng Lu raised her eyebrows, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "Senior Brother's words seem to have the flavor of shouting."
It's like someone jumping into a river in public.
It is true that I want to die, and it is also true that I want to be persuaded to calm down.
Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled softly and looked at the bowl of noodles on the table. The noodles were naturally not the April noodles. If they had been left out for too long, Zhang Xiaoyu would ask for a new bowl. Zhang Xiaoyu looked at it like this, It seemed that he was considering his words. After a long time, Zhang Xiaoyu said, "But I have been so far away from the shore in my life that when I ask for help, it feels like saying goodbye."
Cheng Lu opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but nothing came out, so the only sound left in the noodle shop was the sound of the card game at the entrance - they had finished the game, were rubbing the cards, and started Next game.
The clatter is very annoying.
Cheng Lu then stood up and walked to the people playing cards around. She was about to ask politely if she could keep her voice down.
But before he could say anything, he glanced at the middle-aged man at the opposite table and walked back to the corner.
Zhang Xiaoyu seemed to have known this would happen, and just looked at Cheng Lu with a smile.
"Why didn't you say anything about Qingtian Dao's uncle?"
Cheng Lu was a little angry.
Zhang Xiaoyu said nonchalantly: "There's nothing to say. If you look carefully, you can see more people in the town. You may know some of them, and you may not know some of them. There are many sword sects, big and small, in the world. In fact, they are here many people."
"Of course I knew there were a lot of people coming, but I didn't expect them to actually play cards here. Doesn't Qingtian Dao not play cards?"
"He is a member of Qingtian Dao. Naturally, he can go wherever he wants and do whatever he wants, except going to Qingtian."
"..."
The earliest days of Qingtian Taoism were from a certain Qingyi era, a Taoist whose original name was Qinghe and later changed his name to Qingtian.
The words written on the Taoist robe are not about when the moon will come in the blue sky.
But the great road is like the blue sky, and I alone cannot reach it.
But there is actually no difference. These are all poems from a disciple in Tsing Yi on Mojian Cliff.
Of course, that kind of story from many years ago has nothing to do with the current Qingtian Dao, and it will not be like a Taoist named Yun Zhusheng who went to Mojian Cliff to find any feud.
If everyone wants to have a feud.
Then there are few ancestors in the Taoist sect who have no grudge against Mojianya.
There was too much blood flowing out of the Eight Hundred Gates. If Li Que hadn't climbed up the cliff in the first place, Bai Yi might have been so anxious that he would have come straight down the cliff.
This is the case with Qingtian Dao. They keep silent about the past, and all history begins with Bai Fengyu.
Some people who know a little about ancient history call them first-year fans.
The so-called first year is the year Bai Fengyu was born in the ninth hundred and third year of Dafeng calendar.
People from Qingtian Dao don’t care either.
There is no difference between a century-old history and a thousand-year history.
This Taoist temple, which was born in the same place as Sophora Capital, naturally has their confidence.
So Cheng Lu was speechless.
Zhang Xiaoyu's words were actually a joke, but as a person who had just been embarrassed, Cheng Lu naturally couldn't laugh.
All I could do was groan and say: "Servant, serve the wine."
Zhang Xiaoyu kindly reminded: "This is a noodle shop, not a tavern."
"..."
Cheng Lu was speechless for a long time, looking at Zhang Xiaoyu who was sitting across from him and was gradually getting more energetic.
"Senior brother looks much happier."
Zhang Xiaoyu said with a smile: "After all, if you sit here and are watched like a monkey for several months, you won't be happy."
"None of them have spoken to senior brother?"
Zhang Xiaoyu suppressed his smile and said calmly: "They all want me to die. If I didn't have a master named Li Shanhe and a master named Cong Ren, maybe they would really take action."
Although Zhang Xiaoyu has entered the avenue, he is also quite famous.
But he is a young man after all.
Just because you can go far in the future doesn’t mean you’ve gone far now.
Because the world of spiritual practice has never deceived young people, the world often only knows some people on the surface.
Such as the Qingtian Taoist uncle who was sitting in the noodle shop and playing cards with the townspeople.
Most people really don't know who he is.
"After all, no one wants to lose, so we have to let the person who brings victory or defeat die." Zhang Xiaoyu said very calmly.
There has been no dispute between Daomen and Jianzong for many years.
Just like the distinct spiritual belt in the human world that is separated from the Liuyun Mountain Range to the East China Sea.
To the north, Daomen is prosperous, while to the south, Jianzong is dormant.
The water from the well does not interfere with the water from the river.
Zhang Xiaoyu is both well water and river water.
Cheng Lu was silent for a while, then turned to look at the card table at the door.
"Where's that uncle?"
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't look over there, he just kept smiling and said, "He is the one who won't let me leave."
Cheng Lu was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, and asked, "Why?"
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't answer, just thinking about a certain Taoist priest in Qingyi who died in Jianzong.
Many things will not be put on the table.
They do what they know.
So Zhang Xiaoyu was trapped in this noodle shop.
Either go forward.
Either Jian Zong and Qingtian Dao will have a falling out.
Zhang Xiaoyu was not curious how they knew.
Since Bai Yuyao is Bu Suanzi's junior sister, she may not be able to hide many things.
There is no need to hide it from everyone.
Just like Nan Dao is not dead.
The higher-ups in the human world are all aware of this.
All the stories just need to be hidden from the world.
Let the river be calm and let the river surge.
The world is that big river.
There is also another kind of speaking.
It's called the general trend.
After Cheng Lu came to the town, she didn't understand why Zhang Xiaoyu had been sitting here in silence until she saw this place.
"Where is Master Shanhe?" Cheng Lu thought for a long time and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and asked.
He didn't ask Cong Ren. He didn't want to see anyone in the world who disturbed the muddy water. What's more, after Cong Ren went to Jianya, he never returned to the human world. He heard that he might have gone to a place other than the human world. , went to look for Kamigawa.
No matter what kind of story this is, as the master of Shanhe Temple, it is naturally difficult for Li Shanhe to stay out of it.
Zhang Xiaoyu heard the name and said calmly: "He is not in the north."
Cheng Lu sighed and said, "Then it's no wonder it's like this."
"Even if Li Shanhe is here." Zhang Xiaoyu raised his head and looked at Cheng Lu and said, "This story will not change anything."
This time, Zhang Xiaoyu did not call the Taoist master as master, but called him by his first name, Li Shanhe.
Cheng Lu looked at Zhang Xiaoyu blankly and asked, "What are you fighting for, senior brother?"
Zhang Xiaoyu raised his hand and pressed the neglected Jue Li on the table, pushing it back to Cheng Lu.
"The way to kill."
Cheng Lu looked at the two-foot broken sword in front of her and said softly: "It turns out that Shanhe Temple has followed the old path of Qingtian Road after all."
Perhaps from the beginning, when Shanhe Temple was divided into three sects, this ending was destined to be like this.
"Yes or no, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter whether he, Li Shanhe, or I, Zhang Xiaoyu, gave birth to Dao Dao." Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly, "Only those who survive are qualified to tell the world which way to go." Walk."
Cheng Lu just smiled bitterly and said, "That's Li Shanhe!"
That is of course Li Shanhe.
As disciples of Bai Fengyu back then, they were often overshadowed by the old Taoist who caused troubles in all directions.
But that doesn't mean they are bleak.
On the contrary, even in the entire history of the cultivation world, brothers and sisters like Li Shanhe are extremely bright and shining.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to stand up again after the old Qingtian Dao fell apart and share half of the world equally with the old men of Jianzong who had lived for thousands of years.
People sometimes forget that in terms of the years of people like Cong Ren, both Bai Fengyu and Li Shanhe are extremely young, almost teenagers.
There are no demon cultivators in the Taoist sect, so it is naturally impossible for the Daoist sect's major cultivators who existed at the same time as Cong Ren to survive.
Whether it is transforming one's body into a demon or deriving a demon race, it is all about idealism.
It is very different from materialism.
So there is a very interesting debate in the human world.
In the world's definition, the demon race is a creature of transformation, while the human race is a creature of reproduction.
So, are the people born from the reproduction of the demon clan a demon or a human?
Listening to Cheng Lu's sigh, Zhang Xiaoyu thought of this question for some reason, and felt that the answer to this question should be people.
"Yes, but people have to die." Zhang Xiaoyu said very calmly.
Although this sounds like a arrogant teenager.
After all, the card player at the door could prevent him from leaving the town and heading south.
Cheng Lu sighed and said slowly: "After listening to senior brother's words, I had an inexplicable thought."
"What idea?"
"The Taoist sect has become popular." Cheng Lu said slowly: "I have never thought about killing my master, but my senior brother has been thinking about it for many years. This is an extremely brave and imaginative thing - such a person only It will appear before the curtain of prosperity of an era opens."
Cheng Lu smiled and put away the jueli in front of her, tied it behind her back again, and said sadly: "Many years ago, I felt that I was the one on the stage of this great drama in the world. I The master is Chen Yunxi, the Chen Yunxi who makes the world silent. I have learned swordsmanship since I was a child, and I have become famous at a young age. But I am not the person on the stage. I am not brave enough, wanton enough, not sinking enough, painful enough. In human stories, people like me , often as a foil, or someone standing in the audience.”
After Cheng Lu finished speaking such a long sentence with a smile, she sat down against the window again.
Cheng Lu felt that there were two extremely important things in her life.
One incident was that in the Lingnan Sword Sect, because of underestimating the enemy, a strand of long hair was cut off by a man named Ximen, and he started to part it in the middle.
One thing is now, this conversation with Zhang Xiaoyu is not easy.
"I am a person in the audience, senior brother."
Zhang Xiaoyu listened to Cheng Lu's words quietly and looked at the young swordsman in front of him who was also well-known in the world.
The two of them were not at a high level before.
But they are all three swords in the world.
Zhang Xiaoyu's level is not high because he wants to play cards.
Cheng Lu's realm is not high, because he is a person who practices the core of the Retro Sword Sect and does not need a high realm.
Cheng Lu smiled and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu: "What are you looking at, senior brother?"
"It's nothing." Zhang Xiaoyu shook his head, looked at the two swords behind Cheng Lu, and said softly, "Actually, the stories are all the same, but some people like to hear them, and some people find them boring."
Cheng Lu thought silently for a long time, and then said softly: "Yes. But there are exceptions, such as people like our master. No matter what their stories are, there will always be people watching."
"So it's the same whether you just move forward in the story or go to the end first and wait for the story to come." Zhang Xiaoyu seemed to have understood a lot, and said with a smile, "The destination in the world is Styx, where all stories end.”
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Cheng Lu and a certain uncle from Qingtian Road who was playing cards at the door. He also looked past the curtains rolled up by the autumn wind and towards the long street. The long street filled with locust beans seemed to be watching too. more people.
"As for whether people outside the story can sleep after reading it, it actually has nothing to do with us."
Zhang Xiaoyu said with a smile. He took off the Shanhe Sword behind him and slapped it on the table. Looking at the bowl of noodles in front of him that was already a little dry and a little lumpy, he turned to look at the chef of the noodle shop and said loudly: "Waiter, waiter, Serve the wine!”
"Brother, this is a noodle shop, not a tavern."
Cheng Lu returned Zhang Xiaoyu's words.
Zhang Xiaoyu just smiled and said, "Don't you know that noodle restaurants also serve wine?"
"..."
So an unknown waiter brought a jug of wine and placed it in front of Zhang Xiaoyu.
"What about mine?"
Cheng Lu asked eagerly.
The waiter glanced at him sideways and said, "This is a noodle shop, not a tavern. You don't even want noodles, but you want to serve wine?"
So that's it.
Cheng Lu finally understood why her request for a drink was ignored.
"Do you want a bowl of noodles? You can buy wine after buying a bowl of noodles." The waiter asked.
"No."
Cheng Lu waved her hand, then looked at the young man in white in front of her, took a sip of the wine, then poured it into the noodles, picked up the chopsticks and stirred, then took a deep breath, lowered her head and picked up the noodles with chopsticks. Just put it in your mouth.
So the frowning person turned into Cheng Lu.
"Strong wine and chili, where did senior brother learn this way of eating?"
While Zhang Xiaoyu was eating, he mumbled three words that were difficult to hear.
But in terms of tone, it should be Nanyi City.
Cheng Lu couldn't bear to see it.
The sword cultivator, who was once elegant in white clothes, ate happily and soon finished the large bowl of noodles.
Only some red soup at the bottom and wilted green onions remain.
Zhang Xiaoyu lifted the hem of his white clothes and wiped the sweat from his face. So on the white clothes that were already stained with blood, there were some more sweat stains.
But Zhang Xiaoyu wouldn't pay attention to such things unless he wanted to be cool.
So he picked up the sword in his hand. He didn't put it on his back, but held it in his hand. He glanced at the card game at the door of the noodle shop, smiled, and jumped out directly by holding on to the open window on the side.
Cheng Lu sat in the window and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu holding his sword and walking away outside the window.
"Where are you going, senior brother?"
"Up the mountain."
Cheng Lu was silent for a while, but asked doubtfully: "Then why did you go through the window instead of the door?"
Zhang Xiaoyu turned his back to Cheng Lu and walked towards the outside of the town, but he laughed and said, "The man at the door is too annoying, I don't want to pass there."
Cheng Lu didn't smile or say anything, she just looked quietly at Zhang Xiaoyu's retreating figure outside the window.
He knew the laugh wouldn't last long.
So the laughter quickly dispersed in the autumn wind.
Cheng Lu turned around and walked out of the noodle shop.
The ending of this story is actually not difficult to guess.
Zhang Xiaoyu had naturally lost - when he sat in the noodle shop for several months without going up the mountain.
Then the next story is very interesting.
First, many sword sects refused to admit that Zhang Xiaoyu was once a disciple of the human sword sect.
Then.....
Then what do you do with so much?
Cheng Lu carried the sword on his back and left the town under the autumn sun, stepping on the locust tree fruits that made a dull sound and then died.
