Of course Zhang Xiaoyu didn't know what those Donghai sword cultivators were thinking.
I just slept quietly and had a dream.
In the dream, he turned into the eleven or twelve-year-old boy he once was, catching butterflies on the field ridge in spring.
The butterfly is indigo, and the pattern on its thin wings is very beautiful, like a black and lazy eye.
At that time, the young boy did not have a sword on his back, nor did he wear a Taoist robe, and he did not even know what spiritual practice was. He just stretched out his hands and ran after the butterflies in the gentle wind.
It's just that the light butterfly flew very fast. The little boy was obviously trying very hard to catch up, but he was always several meters away from him.
So I continued until I was so tired that I fell out of breath.
The little boy lay there a little discouraged, thinking, forget it, let's stop chasing.
I just don’t know why, but the butterfly flew back again and landed gracefully on the tip of the boy’s soil-covered nose.
The young boy stared blankly at the butterfly on the tip of his nose, but he seemed to remember something.
This happened when I was twelve years old.
So next, there should be a breeze blowing, but it is not the wind in the fields, but the wind brought by a young Taoist priest.
What will he say next?
Your talent is very good. Come with me to practice in Guanli.
The little boy suddenly raised his head, but there was no butterfly, no Taoist, and no gentle voice in front of him.
There is only a lot of fine snow, floating slowly in the world.
There is a wind blowing, it is the sea breeze.
Zhang Xiaoyu quietly looked at his own eyes reflected on the three-inch Shanhe sword that had been unsheathed in front of him. The wind in the fine snow blew a strand of bangs on his forehead, and it was swaying there, as if Like a wandering dream.
So did you catch that butterfly?
Zhang Xiaoyu has forgotten.
He practiced Taoism for six years and learned swordsmanship for seven years.
I can’t remember many things from my youth.
Then the sword whistled softly and was returned to its sheath.
The sword cultivator in white clothes, who was still awake from his dream, stood up on the first stone step of Jian Cliff and looked up at the fine snow in the sky.
He stood quietly for a long time, then let go of the sword in his hand, letting him fall down and get stuck on the stone steps.
This twenty-five-year-old young man in white, who should have entered the avenue much earlier, but instead learned the sword again, raised his hand and saluted the cliff, and then said softly: "In this world...Zhang Xiaoyu, Come and ask for the sword.”
This sentence is very short, very slight, and very awkward.
It seems like a lot of things are missing.
For example, it is like a swordsman, or a Taoist.
So such a simple sentence was blown to the world and high cliffs in the fine snow wind.
This is Mojian Cliff in the East China Sea on November 4, 1003 in the Dafeng calendar.
When Zhang Xiaoyu let go of the sword in his hand and finished saying that sentence, the words "mountain and river" on the corner of his Taoist robe were blown away by the wind.
The endless ancient sword intent on the 3,650-foot sword ladder became active again. The sword cliff, which was inaccessible to all kinds of wind and noise, at this moment, briefly opened to the world of those who let the wind and snow step into it. gate.
So the fine snow fell to the high cliff.
So Xiaoyu stepped on the sword ladder and left.
Those sword intentions that in the past would only respond lazily when people stepped on the stone steps were now directed towards the person who climbed the cliff in the increasingly strong wind and snow without any reservation. Come.
Mojian Cliff invites swordsmen from all over the world, so naturally there will be many small swords in the world who want to go up and see them.
Maybe see the sword.
Maybe meet people.
But so far, only Yun Zhusheng from Shanhe Guanzong has been there.
Even if I invite swords from all over the world, I would only invite people who can step onto this high cliff, cross that mountain gate, and truly enter the ten-year sword sect.
People like this are generally not stupid.
That's why the world sometimes can't understand what Zhang Xiaoyu is trying to do.
However, the young man in white didn't think about anything. He just calmly crossed the sword intentions at the lowest level and headed towards the top of the sword ladder.
The sword intent hundreds of feet below naturally cannot make Zhang Xiaoyu stop. Even here, there are many footprints left by sword cultivators elsewhere in the world.
Zhang Xiaoyu just calmly walked upwards on the white snow that gradually covered the stone steps.
The sword's intention was calm, but just like the sound of wind, it just passed by the ear.
It wasn't until they reached 700 feet that the sword intent became really sharp. When it passed by Zhang Xiaoyu's face in the wind, it even began to leave some subtle blood marks.
This is Bai Yi who has become a young man.
Zhang Xiaoyu quietly thought about the stories he heard.
The young man named Bai Yi, who was also wearing white clothes, may have descended from the cliff at this time, walked around the world with a wine gourd and a sword, and beat all the young swordsmen in the world to tears.
The only one who didn't cry was Chen Yunxi.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked down at his dirty white clothes.
That's considered white clothing.
Maybe it’s true that not everyone in this world is worthy of wearing white clothes.
Zhang Xiaoyu felt that he was a good match.
So he only glanced at it, then raised his head and continued walking up the Snow Wind Sword Staircase.
When it reached a thousand feet, the mountain gate that had been silent for many years was revealed.
Those rocks should have been covered with moss and green vines, but due to the fine snow falling on the cliff, they were completely white, much like the days when everything in Jian Cliff was still flamboyant.
Zhang Xiaoyu stopped there, brushing aside the fine snow that had just begun to accumulate, and then brushed aside the corpse of the ivy that had grown under the fine snow and had withered for more than a thousand years.
Then a stone tablet was exposed.
There are some words on the stone tablet, which are not secrets in the world.
Those are just some names.
For example, senior brother Jianya Yijian, third senior brother Qinglian, and fourth senior brother Xieqiao.
There are also names that have been worn away by the years.
So Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes continued to fall downwards along with his fingers.
Sixth senior sister Qingzhu, eighth senior brother Yao.
There are also Baiyi, Muyu, and at the end, a name that seems to have been deliberately erased.
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't know who the name was, but he knew who had erased it.
The last master of Hangu Temple is Li Queyi.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at it calmly for a long time, and then wrapped the vines back again.
Buried history should naturally continue to exist in history.
Maybe they can read something into history, maybe they can't.
Just after having a boy's dream, he headed towards the sword cliff in the face of the wind and snow.
No turning back.
The incomplete stone tablet buried by ivy may be the dream of a young man who once had this sword cliff.
Zhang Xiaoyu continued to move upwards, but only after walking dozens of steps in the sword intention, he stopped again.
High cliff in the wind and snow.
There was a woman in orange standing quietly on the sword steps, her long snow-colored hair rippling slightly in the wind and snow.
Zhang Xiaoyu stood on the sword ladder very upright, and bowed with all the sword intent.
"I've met the Cliff Master."
The sword intention in the world comes out of the sword cliff.
Sword cultivators in the world, no matter who they are, need to treat the people on the cliff with respect.
Qiu Shui just stood there, as if he just wanted to see what this human swordsman in white clothes was like.
But the Lord of Jianya doesn't know how to look at human affairs, let alone come to see such a sword cultivator.
So Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head slightly and waited quietly for Qiu Shui to tell her the purpose of her visit.
The wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier.
After looking at it for a long time, Qiu Shui finally said softly: "Senior brother once entrusted me with something before leaving Jianya."
"Cliff Master, please speak." Zhang Xiaoyu still maintained the sword salute posture, even though he did not have a sword in his hand.
Qiu Shui said calmly: "He asked me to ask you, have you really thought about it?"
Zhang Xiaoyu did not remain silent or hesitate. When Qiu Shui's question landed on the sword ladder under the wind and snow, Zhang Xiaoyu's answer had already crossed the wind and snow.
"Yes."
Qiu Shui looked at Zhang Xiaoyu quietly.
The wind and snow all over the cliff seemed to have solidified.
"good."
Zhang Xiaoyu's originally calm mood began to beat in panic when the good word fell to his ears.
The word "good swordsman" is the only word in the world.
Mo Jian Ya's "good" word is the only one among sword cultivators.
Although Qiu Shui said it was good.
But at that moment, Zhang Xiaoyu still felt anxious and suffocated for a moment.
Like that word if not good.
Then nothing will be allowed in general.
Qiu Shui had already finished asking Cong Ren's question, but he did not leave. Instead, he still stood in the wind and snow, looking at the young man quietly, and then turned to look at Donghai.
"I want to tell you one more story."
Qiu Shui's voice was very gentle and peaceful.
"More than a thousand years ago, I traveled 490,000 miles to the East China Sea to bring back my Autumn Water Sword."
Qiu Shui looked at Zhang Xiaoyu quietly.
"Do you know what the human world looked like when I saw it there?"
Zhang Xiaoyu heard this question and looked up at the woman who had been sitting alone on the cliff for more than a thousand years.
"What is it like?"
Qiu Shui said softly: "It's not like that. The East China Sea is 490,000 miles away, and the human world cannot be seen. Maybe at that scale, the human world is as thin as a piece of paper, and as small as a grain of dust. So nothing can be seen, There was no sound of wind, no noise, nothing, just the extremely lonely and mute light of the distant sea.”
Zhang Xiaoyu frowned, looked at Qiu Shui and asked, "What does the cliff master want to say?"
Qiu Shui said calmly: "Some places are 490,000 miles further than the East China Sea."
Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly fell silent.
Qiu Shui said nothing more, but turned around and dragged a waterfall of snow towards the Zhuojian Platform on the top of the cliff.
Zhang Xiaoyu stood on the stone steps for a long time.
This is the Thousand-Zhang Mojian Cliff, which was also the mountain gate of the Sword Sect for ten years. Below is the human world, and above is the high cliff that holds too many stories.
So it's also a line.
Both forward and backward are allowed choices.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked quietly at the woman with white hair and orange clothes who was walking away.
The people at Mojian Cliff stand too high.
Of course I know everything.
But they no longer want to repeat the mistakes of the past.
So I just watched.
Just like another young man in Qingshang who didn't even bother to ask.
Zhang Xiaoyu turned around and glanced behind him.
Didn't seem to go very far.
But in fact, this place is already a thousand feet long.
If it were placed in Lingnan, it would be higher than most mountains.
So in fact, there is only wind and snow when I look back, but not the human world.
Zhang Xiaoyu turned around and continued upward calmly.
The world is paying attention to this request for sword on the high cliff of the East China Sea.
But in fact, of all the stories, this is the least important.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought calmly.
So he walked a thousand feet.
The sword intent behind Qianzhang comes from the inclined bridge.
The first generation master from this human sword sect.
The higher you go, the stronger the sword will naturally becomes, but the style is different.
Bai Yi's sword intention was lazy, as if he was losing everything. It seems that no matter what you look at, the human world is just like this, so what is there to practice?
But in his laziness, he also has a youthful fierceness.
When people climb a cliff for the first time, they are often immersed in the sense of laziness, and then suddenly a sword comes and they roll down the cliff in embarrassment.
Those swordsmen who were beaten to tears in those days may have thought this way - you are so damn lazy, why can't I beat you?
But Xieqiao is different. In the Qingyi era, this person felt that the road to Mojian Cliff was wrong, and left Jian Cliff directly to go to the world to establish the Human Sword Sect. Perhaps in the eyes of the world, he was a swordsman like a prodigal son. .
But in fact, what this swordsman, who was "riding a horse and leaning on a leaning bridge, with red sleeves all over the building," left on the sword cliff, was extremely pure anger and sharp sword intent.
If it were in the past, there would naturally not be so many turbulent sword intentions, but today is different.
It's snowing lightly today, so it's time to climb the cliff and ask for a sword.
As a result, the sword intention was much stronger than before.
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't bring a sword, and probably didn't want to use it, so the hem of his white clothes was cut by the sword, and the words "mountain and river" floated in front of him, turning into mountains and rivers three inches in front of him, and headed further up the sword cliff.
This time he walked extremely slowly and for an extremely long time.
The sword intention you want to see when you ask a sword is naturally completely different from the sword intention you want to see when you send a letter.
When he stopped 2,600 feet away from the sword cliff, he had already been forced out of Daoyun Mountains and Rivers.
Looking up, the sword cliff is still a thousand feet away.
And that is the most insurmountable thousand feet.
Because after three thousand feet, those sword intentions are the sword intentions from Qinglian.
Jian Ya once said something many years ago.
It's called white hair three thousand feet.
It means to have a white head all your life and to be trapped under it.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked up in silence, not knowing what he was thinking. Maybe it was the young man in Qingshang who handed him the wine by the stream. Maybe he was thinking about the difference between the green lotus realm in the world and the green lotus realm in the sword cliff. .
Then he turned around and headed towards a path beside the stone steps.
Full of fine snow.
Zhang Xiaoyu's body was covered with the charm of mountains and rivers, and he walked quietly on this slightly downward sloping road.
The fine snow fell on the branches and leaves beside the road, revealing some green color again.
But the green was soon covered with snow again.
The snowy cliffs are vast.
So Zhang Xiaoyu stopped looking.
Keep moving forward.
Until we stopped by a stream.
By the stream, there is a woman in a white dress with her back to Zhang Xiaoyu, sitting quietly on the rocks in the snow, her long hair spread out, holding the sword with a wooden hairpin in her hand, the blade of the sword lying across her knees, following the stream in the snow Gurgling, it seems that there is also a slight sound.
Zhang Xiaoyu stopped at the edge of the green bamboo forest covered with snow-white heads, and for some reason, he laughed inexplicably.
Junior brother's vision is of course the best in the world.
Courage is also the greatest in the world.
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled softly.
Asking for a sword without bringing a sword is an extremely weird thing in itself. It is also extremely weird to stand in the bamboo forest by the stream and smile from a distance.
So the woman sitting in the cold snow beside the stream said calmly: "Why are you laughing?"
Zhang Xiaoyu is also very courageous, so he said: "I laugh at junior brother for being so courageous."
The wind and snow all over the river became silent.
Qiu Xi'er was silent for a long time, and then said slowly: "I thought you really came to ask about the sword."
Zhang Xiaoyu sighed softly: "It's a pity that your sword has already been asked by my junior brother, otherwise I really want to ask."
If it were in the past, Zhang Xiaoyu would have been sent to the East China Sea by Jianfeng to sober up in all likelihood.
But of course Qiu Xi'er knew the story under the cliff, so she didn't say anything and just sat there calmly.
Zhang Xiaoyu walked towards the stream, then passed the woman in white dress sitting on the stream rocks, and walked towards the green bamboo cliff below the stream.
"But I was on the way just now, and I do have a question I want to ask Senior Sister."
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the layer of white snow dangling on the bamboo branches and said softly: "Senior sister's Cliff Master realm is the Cliff Master in the human world, or the Cliff Master of Mojian Cliff."
This is indeed considered asking the sword.
Qiu Xi'er said calmly: "I am from Mojian Cliff, and of course I am the owner of Mojian Cliff."
Zhang Xiaoyu sighed softly and said, "It turns out that the world has always thought too little of Senior Sister."
Of course Mojianya's sword is always higher and faster than the world's sword.
So one foot high and one foot high.
When we reached a very high place, we no longer knew how high we were.
"I lost." Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly and calmly, sitting down beside the snow-covered green bamboo cliff.
So Jian finished asking.
"That's it?"
"That's it."
Zhang Xiaoyu sat on the edge of the cliff and said sincerely.
When he was in Nanyi City, he told Nan Dao that those who really wanted to go to the cliff to ask for swordsmanship were of course idiots, and he, Zhang Xiaoyu, was not an idiot.
Qiu Xi'er stood up on the edge of the cliff holding her sword, turning her head to look at Zhang Xiaoyu quietly.
"It seems like you have other ideas."
Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a while, then looked back at this cold and proud woman in the wind and snow, and said softly: "Before I talk about other thoughts, I want to ask senior sister a question."
Qiu Xi'er held her sword and looked at him quietly.
Zhang Xiaoyu said with great sadness: "Will senior sister's sword fall somewhere in the world in the future?"
Qiu Xi'er said calmly: "The sword in Mojian Cliff may never fall into the world."
Zhang Xiaoyu sighed softly and said, "That's such a pity."
Qiu Xi'er seemed to understand some of Zhang Xiaoyu's thoughts.
"Are you asking for help?"
Zhang Xiaoyu stood up again, facing the wind and snow that covered many things, and couldn't help smiling, and said: "Yes, I am asking for help, but people in the world often don't understand and think that I am making a decisive move." Farewell, but I was just asking for help. Unfortunately, in this world, those who understand are either ignorant of the world, or their swords have no place to hit. I had no choice but to sink."
When Zhang Xiaoyu talked about the latter part, he no longer smiled, but quietly looked at the world outside the cliff.
Then, under his white clothes that were constantly flying in the wind and snow, a sword light came out.
Mountain and River Sword.
When fine snow covers the high cliffs.
What landed on the first stone step of the White Clothes Realm was just a scabbard.
"It's very high here. The wind and snow in the mountains are invisible to the human world." Zhang Xiaoyu's voice was very calm.
"It is advisable to climb the cliff and ask for the sword."
"It's better to go down the cliff and kill someone."
