The world often thinks that Zhang Xiaoyu went to Jianya to inquire about swordsmanship in the name of Shanhe Temple just to lose again in the name of Taoist sect, in order to calm the world's public opinion on the battle between the winner and loser of Sword Sect and Taoist sect.
Or, thinking more deeply, he didn't want to prove those fictitious winnings and losses.
He just wants to tell the world that whether I, Zhang Xiaoyu, loses or wins, it has nothing to do with the world, it is just my Zhang Xiaoyu's business.
But no one ever thought about it.
He wanted to take advantage of the snowstorm.
Everything on Jianya is invisible.
Go down the cliff and kill someone.
.......
I just had to sink.
...
Beside the mountain stream and forest, those Donghai sword cultivators were sitting quietly in the snow.
When the fine snow began to slowly fall, they could still see some of it.
For example, there was a sword cultivator in white clothes in the haze, seemingly making a gesture of abandoning his sword.
Then he went upwards through the curtain of wind and snow, leaving only a sword on the spot.
Seeing Zhang Xiaoyu going up the cliff without his sword, the sword cultivators couldn't help but panic.
Does he really want to leave a sword for Donghai?
Although the possibility of this incident was unlikely, it still made everyone look heavy.
Those sword cultivators in the minor realm have already begun to go to the East China Sea Sword Sect, while the ones in the great realm are sitting silently by the stream, their swords trembling behind them, ready to draw their swords at any time to meet those who may be heading towards the East China Sea. sword.
The stream of sword intent was hard to calm down. The sword intent of several great sword cultivators lingered around, and even the wind and snow in the mountains were blown away by the sword wind.
It's just that the cold stream in the snow-capped mountains is clear and clear, but the hearts of those sword cultivators are extremely heavy and gloomy.
"Is this kid really going to strike at the East China Sea?"
The speaker is not sure, so there is a lot of doubt in this sentence.
Maybe they just think too much.
Zhang Xiaoyu may really just want to climb the cliff as a Taoist sect.
But with such a sword left under the sword cliff, the people of Donghai Sword Sect naturally cannot ignore it.
The younger generation is famous all over the world, so there is a reason why he is famous all over the world.
The red sword scene in Nanyi City in April really shocked the world.
If Zhang Xiaoyu hadn't gone north and lost that match at Shanhe Temple, people from the East China Sea Sword Sect would still be willing to call him senior brother.
Even the sword cultivators by the stream who are no longer young and old.
No one answered that sentence.
There was just silence for a long time by the stream, looking at the wind and snow on the high cliffs by the sea in the distance.
Unfortunately, there was endless sword intent on the cliff and the sky was full of wind and snow, so no one could see anything clearly.
Until a certain moment.
The wind and snow in the world seemed to be shaking for a moment.
That moment of swaying was like a sword falling into everyone's hearts.
Everyone subconsciously turned their eyes to the bottom of the cliff.
The wind and snow below the cliff have been blown away some.
So the Dao Dao sword cultivators in Donghai looked there in astonishment.
The first level of the White Realm.
There is white snow and old moss on the steps.
There was also an empty scabbard.
The eyes of the Donghai sword cultivators were instantly filled with fear.
"Where's the sword?"
...
Sword, sword, where are you?
...
When a group of sword cultivators from the East China Sea discovered that there was no sword under the cliff, but only an empty scabbard, the mountain of sword intent and sword light appeared in the sky like a surge.
But it wasn't just the scabbard that was empty.
So is the East China Sea.
The world is full of wind and snow, where is the sword of mountains and rivers?
Everyone's eyes fell on the high cliff.
Where did that sword go?
Or where will it fall?
Then there was a sword that broke through the wind and snow on the high cliff, and fell towards the world under the cover of those thousand-year-old sword intentions.
...
At the foot of a green mountain somewhere further away.
The man who swept the snow didn't sweep the snow, he just held the white ink sword and sat quietly on the rocks.
There was a sad Taoist uncle Qingtian nearby, sitting there with his legs crossed like a frustrated man.
Far away, there was a disciple of the He Sect, sitting calmly in a tuft of grass, tilting his head and looking towards the top of the cliff.
The first snow in the East China Sea is slowly covering the world, so the tufts of grass are slowly turning white.
Until the green mountains grow white.
It is also the green mountain and the white head.
Chen Qingshan raised his hand to sweep the snow off his head. The snow was ordinary snow, and the coolness was also ordinary.
He just didn't know why, but he always felt a little weird.
So the young disciple of the He Sect turned back to look at Zhong Saoxue sitting on the rock over there.
This swordsman who disappeared into the human world many years ago, and finally reappeared as a demon, just sat there quietly, as if waiting for the heavy snow to cover the world, so that he could replace the sword in his hand with a broom and sweep it. Sweep this snow.
Chen Qingshan looked at it for a long time, then turned back and looked calmly at the snow-covered withered grass around him.
"Senior, did you come to the East China Sea because you knew I was here?"
Zhong Saoxue looked away from his sword, looked past the flying snow, and looked at Chen Qingshan in the distance. The He Sect disciple's robe was black.
Just like He Zong's usual style.
Perhaps on the hem of the black robe, there are also words such as mountains and rivers sitting together.
But Zhong Suoxue didn't see it, he just saw a figure sitting in the grass with his upper body exposed.
"It's just a coincidence." Zhong Suoxue said calmly, "I'm just a person who clears snow with nothing to do. I know your name because I know your name. Where you are going has nothing to do with me."
Chen Qingshan thought for a while, and it seemed that this was indeed the case.
If Zhong Saoxue really knew his purpose, then naturally it would not be a person but a sword.
"But since I'm here, you'd better sit quietly."
Zhong Saoxue said softly.
Chen Qingshan smiled softly. His purpose of coming here had never been told to anyone.
But when he showed up here, a lot of things became clear.
Apart from wanting to see how Zhang Xiaoyu would lose, and then finding an opportunity to kill him, he probably didn't have any other ideas.
"Why didn't you take action while you were watching the mountains and rivers?"
Qin Chulai, who was silent on the side, with Zhong Souxue brushing his eyebrows, finally raised his head, looked at Chen Qingshan and asked.
"Because senior brother doesn't want to see the noise in the temple." Chen Qingshan said softly, "Since you can't defeat senior brother, you have to listen to senior brother, not to mention."
Chen Qingshan paused, as if turning around in the snow, looking at Qin Chulai.
"Uncle Master, doesn't he know that Junior Brother Yu didn't go up the mountain, only his sword went up the mountain?"
"So that's what happened. I left after finishing the lap. I really didn't know."
Qin Chu spoke very calmly, even if Zhong Saoxue was still beside him, there was nothing to cover up.
Of course, the truth behind the sword cannot be explained.
But the truth of the world is naturally in his hands - after all, it was the disciples of the Human Sword Sect who made the mistake first.
It was quiet again at the foot of the mountain.
After a while, Chen Qingshan laughed softly and said: "My junior brother, won't he have been beaten to death on the cliff?"
Qin Chulai looked at this young disciple quietly, who was full of talk about his junior fellow apprentice, but he didn't have the slightest bit of friendship between senior fellow apprentices.
"I'm very curious. Even if the philosophy is different, it would not lead to such a deadly attack. Or is this the consistent style of your He Sect?"
Chen Qingshan really turned around this time, because the sea breeze made the snow curtain become a little sparse, and this time Qin Chu saw it clearly.
Chen Qingshan, whose name is only heard in the world but rarely seen, walks in the darkness all year round. He is not as gloomy as the world thinks. On the contrary, he is an extremely delicate and handsome young man.
Chen Qingshan looked at Qin Chulai in surprise and said, "Don't you know, uncle?"
Qin Chulai frowned and said, "Should I know?"
Chen Qingshan said calmly: "I thought Bai Fengyu's story hadn't gone far yet."
Qin Chulai fell silent.
So Chen Qingshan was not surprised, it was just a subtle sarcasm.
Anyone can say they can’t understand it.
But how can you, the people of Qingtian Dao, say you don’t understand?
Qin Chulai fell silent, but Zhong Saoxue, who was sitting on the rock, suddenly raised his head and looked at the green mountain where the sword cultivators of the East China Sea gathered.
The mountain is full of sword intent, as if facing a powerful enemy.
Chen Qingshan and Qin Chulai also looked towards the snowy mountain forest.
Naturally, they knew Donghai Sword Cultivator's thoughts.
Zhang Xiaoyu came to Jianya to inquire about swordsmanship. It was natural that the Sword Sect, who was sitting in the green mountains of the East China Sea, could remain indifferent.
Facing such an outstanding young Dao Cultivator, anyone would have to be wary, not to mention that Zhang Xiaoyu came from such a chaotic place as Shanheguan.
Therefore, Chen Qingshan and the others were not surprised at all when they sat on the green mountain stream and held their swords.
Since they were in the middle of the game, they would naturally be wary, but whether it was Zhong Saoxue, Qin Chulai, or even Chen Qingshan, they all knew that Zhang Xiaoyu could not offend these people in Donghai without any reason.
Therefore, when the Dao sword cultivators on the green mountain came out of the green mountain with their swords, breaking through the wind and snow and wandering between heaven and earth, the three people at the foot of the mountain were stunned in disbelief.
"Is Zhang Xiaoyu really crazy?" Qin Chulai frowned and looked there.
Chen Qingshan was still sitting in the grass where there was no grass anymore, and a thought suddenly flashed in his heart.
At the same time, at the foot of the mountain, there was the sound of some swords.
It's a white ink sword.
Chen Qingshan looked back at Zhong Saoxue. The sword sect senior brother was also looking down at his sword.
The sound of the sword is not only the sound of the sword being unsheathed, but also the sound of the master.
There is also the sound of the sword.
When Chen Qingshan turned around and saw that Zhong Saoxue was motionless, his expression changed.
Then Dao Wen appeared around his body, and mountains and rivers emerged from the heaven and earth.
It is a picture of mountains and rivers.
However, this mountain and river is different from the one that Zhang Xiaoyu once had.
Zhang Xiaoyu's mountains and rivers are like plain rivers flowing away under the mountains, and the valleys are silent.
As for the mountains and rivers at the foot of Chen Qingshan, the mountains and rivers are continuous and distant, and the river is mighty, as if it comes from the sky.
There was a small boat coming from the river.
Chen Qingshan took one step forward and was about to board a small boat and follow the river.
But that sword.
That sword came from above the snowy cliff.
The speed of the sword that broke through the two thousand six hundred feet of sword intent in an instant was far beyond anything else.
A sword came out of the wind and snow, and then fell into the mountains and rivers.
It wasn't until the phantoms of the mountains and rivers were torn apart like scrolls and turned into Dao Wen and fell into the wind and snow of the East China Sea that the three people under the green mountains heard the sound of the sword coming.
Of course, Mo Jian Ya's sword is always faster than the world thinks.
Although Zhang Xiaoyu is not from Mojianya, this sword borrowed the power of Jianya.
What's more, after walking through Mojian Cliff's Sword Intent, you can always make some progress more or less.
Growth comes only by a fraction of a second, but at a high place in the world, even just a moment of rapid progress is moving.
Zhong Saoxue pressed the thumb of her right hand on the sword grid, pressed back the agitated white ink sword, and looked over there with squinted eyes.
It’s not unreasonable for sword cultivators all over the world to want to go to Sword Cliff.
But Mojian Cliff doesn't care about worldly affairs. People in the world can't go up, and those who can go up have no reason to go up.
It's a pity.
At that moment, even Zhong Saoxue had some thoughts of going up the cliff to ask for a sword.
I just thought about it and let it go. For someone as old as me, it would be very embarrassing to go up and be struck down with a sword.
Zhong Saoxue thought this, but had no intention of taking action. He just sat there quietly.
Neither did Qin Chulai.
He is a member of Qingtian Dao, so it is naturally impossible for him to take care of such things.
Just when the sword came, he glanced at Zhong Saoxue not far away.
This old swordsman from the human sword sect who turned into a demon seemed to be just here to clear the snow, sitting there with his sword pressed.
What if Zhang Xiaoyu loses?
Qin Chulai thought so.
Will you clear the snow?
But losing to Qin Chulai was just an idea.
Chen Qingshan is Zhang Xiaoyu’s senior brother.
But he is not the best Li Shi of this generation in Dao Sect.
Even if they are brothers from the same sect, there are differences.
Therefore, if Chen Qingshan wants to kill Zhang Xiaoyu, he has to wait for the possibility that he might be injured after learning the sword.
However, Zhang Xiaoyu's question about the sword only remained on his lips.
After asking the sword cliff woman about her sword intention, she simply admitted defeat.
Just like he thought when he went up the cliff.
This question of swordsmanship is just the most dispensable thing in the stories of Donghai.
So when you go up the cliff you see snow, and when you go down the cliff you see blood.
Chen Qingshan, who had just stepped onto the boat, was pierced by a sword from the mountains and rivers. The shadows of the mountains and rivers were shattered. Senior Brother Guanli, who was dressed in black, was nailed to a snowy cliff not far away by a sword.
The clear stream gurgling under the cliff.
There are piles of white snow beside the stream.
The stream is dripping with red blood.
Zhang Xiaoyu stepped on the wind and snow, holding the Shanhe Sword in his hand, and quietly looked at Chen Qingshan, who was vomiting blood and could not be penetrated by a sword.
It was snowing all around and there was silence everywhere.
Chen Qingshan was just laughing softly.
The sword did not pass through his heart. The moment it came through the wind and snow, it was deflected a little, so it only passed through the heart. This made Chen Qingshan's laughter a little hoarse, with the kind of broken bellows. A shrill whirring sound.
"Hello, Zhang Xiaoyu."
Zhang Xiaoyu remained silent, and then said softly: "In September, I didn't really go up the mountain, nor did I really enter the temple. So I really don't know that the He Sect is now in your hands, Senior Brother Qingshan."
Chen Qingshan's name is Qingshan, so he is naturally from the Shan Sect.
He is the great disciple of this generation of Shan Sect.
He is also Zhang Xiaoyu’s most orthodox senior brother.
Even Li Shi is still a person of Guan Zong after all.
Chen Qingshan just smiled and said slowly: "That was seven years ago."
Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a while and asked softly: "Why?"
Chen Qingshan's smile faded and he looked at Zhang Xiaoyu quietly.
"You had a quarrel with the master and went to the Sword Sect to learn swordsmanship. You have to make a bigger point."
Chen Qingshan spoke very calmly, raised his hand, grasped Zhang Xiaoyu's Mountain and River Sword, and pulled it out.
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't stop him.
So the sword was pulled out from Chen Qingshan's body, and the black and white clothes fell into the clear stream under the cliff.
Chen Qingshan stood up in the stream, looked down at the slightly offset sword hole on his heart, and said calmly: "I see your contradictions - your hesitation and your determination. But junior brother, you have to know , Master is right.”
"so?"
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Chen Qingshan quietly.
The latter just raised his head calmly.
"So I have never been a member of the Shan Sect or the He Sect. I am just a member of the Shanhe Temple. There has never been any chaos in the temple, junior brother."
Chen Qingshan raised a hand. The stream was filled with heavy snow and wind.
"You are the ones who are confused. You are confused, and everything you look at seems to be chaotic."
This seems like an extremely ironic thing.
When he was in the wine shop, Zhang Xiaoyu once taught the Donghai sword cultivator a lesson - calm down...
However, under this green mountain, beside the cliff and stream, Chen Qingshan, the He Zong who was disliked by the world, was the one who was said to be confused and not peaceful enough, it was Zhang Xiaoyu.
Or maybe it is.
So Zhang Xiaoyu did not deny it.
The mountains and rivers as far as the eye can see are once again covered by the wind and snow.
Although Chen Qingshan accepted Zhang Xiaoyu, he was still an extremely powerful Taoist cultivator.
So he stood in front of Zhang Xiaoyu, raised a hand and extended a finger.
The world, mountains and rivers can be far or near. That finger may be on the horizon, or it may be right in front of Zhang Xiaoyu.
So Chen Qingshan was clearly in front of Zhang Xiaoyu, but the young man in white couldn't understand the distance between that finger and himself.
"Kill you all."
Chen Qingshan said softly.
"The meditation will become peaceful, and Master will not be so troubled."
A finger can cross mountains and rivers in an instant, and all distances disappear in an instant.
Only that one finger.
Zhang Xiaoyu calmly raised the sword in his hand.
In March this year, there was such a scene.
That finger broke everything and stopped between his eyebrows.
But it’s not March anymore.
He is not the Zhang Xiaoyu who temporarily hid everything in the human world.
Even fish will not drown twice in the same river.
So he raised his hand and raised his sword, and the Shanhe Sword was pierced by one finger again.
But that doesn't matter.
Importantly, he also has a finger.
Everyone in the temple has a finger.
And he has an extra sword.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought so too.
But what he didn't expect was.
That finger crossed the mountains and rivers, and after being briefly detained by the Mountains and Rivers Sword for a moment, it did not stop, but continued to move forward.
Keep moving forward.
Even though his finger has been placed in front of Chen Qingshan's eyebrows, he can even feel the heat between his eyebrows - the heat in the wind and snow is very clear.
Does this mean we are going to die together?
Zhang Xiaoyu just passed this thought, and then his expression changed.
The mountains and rivers of heaven and earth are naturally the mountains and rivers of heaven and earth.
However, at this moment, a gurgling stream appeared at his feet.
There is snow falling in the stream, bringing with it a lot of chill.
what does that mean?
Zhang Xiaoyu pointed at the center of Chen Qingshan's eyebrows, but with a clear voice, he broke his finger.
Compared to the Sword Sect, people from the Taoist Sect are extremely powerful in close combat.
Especially the brow bone.
But it is impossible for Shanhe to point his fingers and break that layer of bones.
unless.
The stream was gurgling under Zhang Xiaoyu's feet, but not under Chen Qingshan's.
So it's very simple.
Zhang Xiaoyu's fortunes were shattered.
