When Zhang Xiaoyu passed by the small town monument, he stopped and looked at it for a long time.
Because I heard about this monument, I thought about the people from what town this was, and I could see some names here.
Unfortunately, Zhang Xiaoyu didn't see anything.
It's just an empty monument. The blue-black surface of the monument is extremely smooth, and there are no words on it. There was only a wine bottle on the side that looked like it had been smashed.
There was nothing in the pot, but Zhang Xiaoyu always felt that there was some weird sword intent lingering on it.
So he picked him up and looked at it.
Then a picture appeared in his mind.
A lazy man in white with a sword stuck in his heart walked out of the town holding a bottle of wine and drinking it with a frown on his face. Judging from his face, the wine must be very unpleasant to drink.
So he looked at the wine flask in his hand for a long time, and then put it on the monument.
Then someone came, curiously picked up the wine bottle and took a sip.
Then he got so angry that he smashed it next to him.
Zhang Xiaoyu held the broken wine bottle and smiled softly.
Master, Master, why don’t you do human affairs?
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't know about the so-called fateful people that Cong Ren was thinking about.
The drinker didn't think about it either.
Therefore, the remaining sword intent on the wine pot that was blocked by the sword due to the inner veins in his body was not noticed.
Zhang Xiaoyu threw the broken wine bottle aside again, and then headed towards the high cliff with his sword on his back.
Until it stopped under the sword cliff.
If there wasn't such a sword sect on the cliff, if there weren't so many insurmountable sword intentions on the cliff.
This may just be a strange cliff in the East China Sea.
Therefore, the first sword ladder under the cliff is also ordinary.
The sword intent above is almost invisible.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the stone steps that were submerged in the grass at the foot of the cliff, and then sat down quietly there with his sword on his back.
Any sword cultivator in the world who has entered Taoism can leave behind such a sword intention.
If Zhang Xiaoyu was still the young boy who had not yet entered Taoism, he might be amazed by such a sword intention.
But Zhang Xiaoyu is already twenty-five years old, so he will naturally not be so surprised.
But he still started to think about something inexplicably.
For example, he said in amazement, Li Qinghua, look, everything here is sword intent.
Then the soft woman would sit down next to him with a smile, press her skirt with her elbows, look at herself with her face raised, and say, yes.
Then I'll teach you how to sword.
Zhang Xiaoyu's thoughts were short-lived.
He stopped after thinking that he said such a sentence.
Learning to sword is not a good thing.
The same goes for spiritual practice.
The more you practice, the more troubles you will have. As a result, you will have a lot of troubles and feel unhappy all day long.
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't want to see Li Qinghua become such a person.
So Zhang Xiaoyu just stood there with his sword on his back and his chin, waiting boredly for the snow to arrive.
In fact, it doesn’t matter whether there is snow or not.
Those idle words have spread to the world.
People probably wouldn't understand why they suddenly had to come to Mojian Cliff again.
But Zhang Xiaoyu didn't have anything to say.
So when I was sitting in a wine shop in town, I just drank and ate noodles every day.
The waiter actually asked him many times, but Zhang Xiaoyu didn't tell him.
When Zhang Xiaoyu thought of this, he suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to know the name of the person he called Xiaoer every day, but was actually the shopkeeper.
Forget it, I called it wrong and walked past it.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought so.
Life is full of you coming and going.
Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes stopped on the sword intent on the stone steps beneath him.
This sword intention was left by Bai Yi.
I heard that it was destroyed by my master once in the process, and what those who came after saw were actually just imitations of that sword.
But Zhang Xiaoyu didn’t know whether it was true or false.
All the way up, to the position of a thousand feet, these sword intentions were left behind when Bai Yi had nothing to do.
It represents all the realms of sword intent from the first day he possessed sword intent until he was a sixteen-year-old boy.
But probably because such a subdivision is too cumbersome, the world doesn't care about it, and just calls the first level of the Sword Intent Realm White Clothes.
In the earliest times, if people wanted to know the realm of their sword intent, they had to go up the cliff, step by step, to confirm their realm of sword intent.
The way of sword intention comes from Jian Ya, and the realm of sword intention naturally takes Jian Ya as the standard.
But later on, more people knew about the realm of his sword intention, and people in the world were no longer too lazy to come all the way to the East China Sea.
Start using your own standards to define those realms.
In the past, it was slow and sincere.
Whether it is a minor cultivation of Taoism or a major cultivation of the human world, we have to diligently travel through thousands of mountains and rivers, get here little by little, and climb up step by step, so that we can know our own realm.
But then it was faster.
So because I was walking faster and my heart was anxious, the white clothes in the world were lowered.
Thousands of feet in white clothing is naturally not such an easy hurdle to overcome.
Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes kept looking upwards. The stone steps of the Sword Staircase higher up had been submerged in the clouds and mist. Only the green grass and fallen leaves could be seen, and there were also some footprints left by people who sometimes came in a hurry to climb the cliff.
People have been climbing the sword ladder for thousands of years.
Which sword cultivator doesn't want to go up the cliff to see the scenery at those high places that has been hidden for thousands of years?
But there is actually nothing at the high place. I heard that there is only one Zhuojian platform and some scattered disciple residences among the cliffs.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought this, this is what Cong Ren told him.
The sword ladder was very deserted. Because Zhang Xiaoyu wanted to go up to the cliff to ask for a sword, people had not climbed up the cliff during this period.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at it and suddenly felt a little tired, so he took the mountain and river sword from behind, placed it on the ground with the scabbard, and then started to sleep with the hilt of the sword propped up.
...
After Zhang Xiaoyu left, there were suddenly many sword cultivators in Waiter's shop.
The place was crowded with people carrying swords on their backs, but no one wanted to have a bowl of noodles. They just stared at the waiter who was warming himself by the fire with a bewildered expression.
"What did Zhang Xiaoyu say to you?"
The waiter thought to himself: What did Zhang Xiaoyu say to me?
I just thought about it for a long time and found that it was actually all nonsense.
Of course they already knew the only useful sentence.
But facing so many sword cultivators, the waiter still thought hard for a long time and said, "He said your clothes are too thin."
In this case, the sword cultivators naturally did not believe it.
Even if Zhang Xiaoyu lost the battle at Shanhe Temple, these sword cultivators were no longer willing to admit his identity as a disciple of the Sword Sect.
But it's one thing not to admit one's identity, and another thing entirely to admit one's strength.
"How could a person like Zhang Xiaoyu say such meaningless words?"
A sword cultivator asked this question.
"But that's what he said." The waiter was very innocent, sitting in front of the stove and spreading his hands.
The whole room was silent except for the crackling sound of the coals in the stove.
Then a sword cultivator pulled out his sword with a loud sound, looked at the waiter and said, "If you don't tell us, we will beat you to death."
The waiter thought aggrievedly, I really don’t know what he said!
I don't know why, but the waiter feels that he is very comfortable with this kind of grievance.
But before the waiter could figure out how to make up a bizarre story to coax people away, a lot of sword sounds suddenly came from outside the window.
All the sword cultivators were startled, thinking that Zhang Xiaoyu was back again.
He just turned around and looked, but there was a sword sound somewhere.
Just a money bag turned over from the corner of the window sill.
It turns out to be Qian Ming!
The sword cultivators were thinking this, but before they could finish their thoughts, the tied money bag fell to the ground and broke the laces.
So a lot of copper coins rolled out, making a crisp sound like the sound of a sword, and rolled towards the crowd.
"Where did this money come from?"
someone suddenly asked.
The waiter probably understood something and said softly: "It should be left by Zhang Xiaoyu."
The words have not yet fallen.
All the sword cultivators in the room had run away.
They all appeared outside the wine shop, looking at the situation inside with frightened expressions.
But nothing happened.
The copper plates rolled under the waiter's feet and lay down next to the stove.
So the waiter bent down, picked them up one by one, and stuffed them into the money bag again.
The sword cultivators outside the window were whispering.
"So nothing really happened?"
"Are you still going in?"
"are you going?"
"It's too embarrassing, I won't go."
"Then I won't go either. It might snow tomorrow and I have to go back to collect my clothes."
So the sword cultivators pretended that nothing happened, looked up at the sky, and dispersed on the streets of the town.
The waiter sat by the fire in the restaurant, looking at the people leaving the window with a puzzled expression.
Zhang Xiaoyu is a very good person. Why are these swordsmen who are usually very arrogant so afraid of him?
Could it be that they did something wrong?
Xiao Erbai was puzzled, so he decided to get himself a bowl of steaming noodles.
...
On a certain mountain outside the town, the upper realm sword cultivators from all the major sword sects in the East China Sea gathered around the edge of a stream forest.
The Sword Sect of East China Sea is different from Lingnan Liuyun. Because they have some good seedlings, they are considered to be quite powerful Sword Sects even in the human world.
Therefore, there are quite a lot of sword cultivators above the seventh realm of the minor path. Even the sword cultivators of the great Dao realm have quite a few people. They are very well-dressed, carrying swords and robes, sitting calmly by the stream, listening to the gurgling water. He looks a bit like a superior person.
But this is not a world born from this world.
So if Zhang Xiaoyu looked at this look, he would probably say, everyone knows what you are like, so what are you pretending to be?
If such a situation occurs in Lingnan, there is probably only one possibility - there is a world-famous chef cooking in the upper reaches of the stream.
Of course, this is the East China Sea.
Therefore, the Dao Dao sword cultivators were all sitting upright.
And those who have not yet entered the avenue are whispering to each other.
Or guess what Zhang Xiaoyu wants to do.
Or guess what the three people at the foot of the mountain in the distance want to do.
Of course, there were also those who had no intention of coming, but were dragged over by their elders and sat there bored.
If it were in the past, what they must have said was - take a good look at Zhang Xiaoyu, he is doing what he does at such a young age.
But what they said this time was, take a closer look, don't be like him who has such a big reputation in vain, but ended up squatting for several months and losing as soon as he said he was going to lose.
There was still some time before tomorrow, so after everyone had guessed for a long time, they stopped guessing and started chatting about many things in twos and threes.
"People from the He Sect seem to have been in the East China Sea very frequently recently. I don't know whose sword cultivator they are eyeing."
"This is a good thing, it means that I, Donghai, have become popular."
When people heard this, they nodded in agreement.
If you were a sword cultivator elsewhere in the human world and knew that people from the He Sect were always hanging around, you would inevitably be a little panicked.
But for Donghai, although they also have some sorrows, they can see things from another angle.
View mountains and rivers, view mountains and rivers, the mountain sect is the face, the river sect is the deterrent, and the guan sect is the foundation.
In the years since Shanhe Temple became independent from Qingtian Dao, many sword cultivation places, strictly speaking, all the cultivation places in the world, have been targeted by them.
There are even many places of cultivation that have disappeared into the hands of He Zong.
However, there are also some theories circulating in the East China Sea.
Although the people of He Zong are lunatics, they really won't pay attention to unknown people.
"I don't know what they want to do. Is it just to compete for the title of leader of the Taoist sect?"
Although the Shanhe Temple is in the limelight, among the Taoist sects, the Qingtian Taoist after the split is still an extremely powerful presence, especially the thousand-year-old Taoist temple, which faces Huaidu. Although it has been very quiet these years, it is not an old one. A place of spiritual practice.
All the sword cultivators felt a little melancholy when they thought of this.
There is nothing completely good in the world.
The appearance of the He Sect members made it rare for the Donghai Sword Sects, who usually disliked each other, to talk to the outside world together.
Everyone chatted for a long time, and then looked at the white-clothed swordsman sitting on the sword steps under the high cliff in the distance, sleeping with his sword... Taoist.
"What if there's no snow tomorrow?"
"No Xue, it's just Zhang Xiaoyu who is embarrassed. What does it have to do with us."
"That's true."
Whether it will snow tomorrow or not is also a matter of fate.
The sword cultivators of the East China Sea only cultivate swords and do not study destiny, so naturally they will not see such mysterious and mysterious things.
They just had a hunch.
So will it snow tomorrow?
All the sword cultivators raised their heads and looked at the sky.
Then an old voice was heard.
That was the Dao Cultivator from a certain sword sect.
Naturally, there is great cultivation in the East China Sea, but there is no such young great cultivation.
In particular, there has only been one 25-year-old Dao Cliff Master realm sword cultivator like Zhang Xiaoyu in a thousand years.
That was seven hundred years ago.
At that time, the pattern of sword cultivation in the world was undecided, and the voice of the sword cliff in the East China Sea had not been forgotten too much in the world, so there were always some fish that slipped through the net and remained in the East China Sea.
"That word from the town..."
"It's Shanheguan Zhang Xiaoyu." Someone picked up what the old sword cultivator left unfinished.
Naturally, they had thought about the meaning of this sentence before.
The old swordsman looked towards the East China Sea and looked at the young man.
"So does he use a sword? If he doesn't use a sword, where will his sword stay?"
Everyone also thought of this and looked a little panicked.
Although Zhang Xiaoyu entered the avenue not long ago.
However, the roots of heaven and earth in the human world are different, and the Dao sea formed is naturally also different.
What's more, his sword is the sword of the human sword sect.
As we all know, the sword of the Human Sword Sect can be equal to half the sword of Mojian Cliff.
Even after Mo Jian Ya lost his voice for a time, there was a rumor that Jian Ya was orthodox in Nanyi City.
So the sword cultivators from the East China Sea fell silent and looked at the sword cultivator in white who was sleeping on his sword under the high cliff - the sword cultivators from the East China Sea recognized Zhang Xiaoyu's identity as a sword cultivator again.
Because he really has a sword, and that sword is in the East China Sea.
How dare they deny it?
If it were us, what would we do when we wanted to draw our sword?
The sword cultivators thought so.
Sit cross-legged and sit quietly with the sword in front of you - this way you can look at your sword completely for a long time.
Then he used his mind to sharpen his sword, and also used his sword to sharpen his mind to draw the sword.
Especially when the opponent is the person on that sword cliff - although the sword cultivators of the East China Sea will probably never have the qualifications and courage to challenge the person on that cliff.
But they still thought so.
How could a sword cultivator sleep on his sword before drawing it?
Unless he didn't intend to draw the sword in the first place.
His sword will remain at the bottom of the cliff.
Staying under the cliff means staying in the East China Sea.
The Donghai sword cultivators suddenly looked sad.
You said everything is fine, why are you going to slander Zhang Xiaoyu?
Now his people and sword are in the East China Sea. Are you panicking or not?
The sword cultivators in the upper realm of the path are all worried.
Those Dao sword cultivators are better.
Fortunately, although they entered the avenue late, they are not too old yet.
Although he is not too old, he is still an extremely powerful existence.
What's more, with so many people here, are they still afraid of Zhang Xiaoyu?
With this thought in mind, everyone closed their eyes again, put their swords on their knees, and began to think about what they should do if the sword was directed towards the East China Sea Sword Sect behind them.
So one day, the gloomy sky flowed quietly away in the stream forest.
Zhang Xiaoyu hasn't started to prepare his sword yet.
These sword cultivators in the East China Sea started first.
The stream forest was full of sword intent and wind, ready to deal with Zhang Xiaoyu's sword at any time.
It just felt like it was a little too close. In the evening, the Donghai Sword Cultivators all moved a mile above the stream.
So we moved to another forest and continued to wait uneasily.
Zhang Xiaoyu alone cannot be the opponent of Donghai Sword Sect.
The East China Sea Sword Sect naturally understands this truth. Even if it is Shanhe Guan, it is extremely difficult to truly destroy the East China Sea Sword Sect.
This place surrounds the entire Sword Cliff, and the sword cultivators who have grown slowly over the millennium can be arrogant, so they naturally have reasons for their arrogance.
But those Donghai sword cultivators by the stream still felt a little timid when they saw the white-clothed sword cultivator sitting under the cliff sleeping.
Destruction is naturally impossible.
It is extremely simple to let some people die in Donghai.
So Zhang Xiaoyu, the twenty-five-year-old swordsman in white who was sleeping quietly at the foot of the cliff, asked the Donghai swordsmen to step back a mile neatly.
Maybe it's because the East China Sea is far less united than Lingnan.
After all, no one wants that sword to fall on themselves first.
