The mountains and rivers at the foot are incomplete, and there are streams and snow falling from time to time.
The moment Zhang Xiaoyu severed his finger, he began to retreat.
Chen Qingshan just pointed forward calmly, approaching Zhang Xiaoyu as he retreated.
The Shanhe Sword was pierced between that finger, and even Zhang Xiaoyu could not pull it back for a while.
"Mountain and River View has never been an undercurrent, junior brother."
The two of them quickly shuttled between those mountains and rivers.
Zhang Xiaoyu stepped back against the sword without saying anything.
Until there is no retreat.
Then he was pointed down to earth and fell into the windy and snowy clear stream.
In the mountains and rivers, the two may have traveled an extremely long distance.
However, there is nothing in this snowy East China Sea.
Just come with a finger and go away with a click.
"When you let me pull out your Mountain and River Sword, you lost." Chen Qingshan looked at Zhang Xiaoyu who fell into the snow stream and said softly, "Junior brother, of course your talent is worse than mine, but you are very It’s a pity that you have practiced Taoism and sword-your mountains and rivers are not as good as mine.”
Will Zhang Xiaoyu regret it?
no one knows.
When his sword suddenly deflected, when he let Chen Qingshan pull out the sword from his heart.
Maybe he guessed this scene.
But he did it anyway.
He fell into the stream, holding the Shanhe Sword with two finger holes in his hand, and wanted to stand up from the stream.
The moment he stood up, he fell silent.
The snowy stream in front of me is not a stream.
Rather, it is a painting among mountains and rivers.
Chen Qingshan stood in front of the painting, looking down at Zhang Xiaoyu, who stood silently in the stream, but never broke free, and still stretched out a hand.
This is the other hand.
The hand that once pulled Zhang Xiaoyu's sword out of his heart.
There was a sword wound in the palm, and blood was flowing from the wound.
The blood is moving along the palm lines and towards the edge of the palm.
And then.
They will drip, cut through the wind and snow, fall into the stream, and shatter the picture of struggling fish in the clear stream.
The fish died in the stream.
Perhaps this is their best destination.
Chen Qingshan thought like this, stopped looking at the picture and raised his head.
Then the wind came.
It's Jianfeng.
The white ink sword bell clears the snow.
When Zhang Xiaoyu was pointed out of the mountain and river by Chen Qingshan and fell into the clear stream, the sword in the hand of the senior fellow from the Human Sword Sect at the foot of the mountain outside the stream was unsheathed.
Everyone sweeps the snow in front of their own door and doesn't care about the frost on other people's tiles.
Chen Qingshan is like frost on the tiles.
Zhang Xiaoyu is the snow in front of the door.
So when Zhang Xiaoyu struck Chen Qingshan with his sword, Zhong Saoxue just watched calmly.
When Chen Qingshan pointed at Zhang Xiaoyu.
The white ink sword came through the flying snow.
The Human Sword Sect. The Human Sword Sect.
When they were in the human world, they were naturally gentle and reasonable.
When they are no longer alive.
It’s just the Sword Sect.
Just a swordsman.
What does sword cultivation mean?
Chen Qingshan looked at the sword coming through the wind and snow, but he smiled sarcastically.
The people of Jianzong always only talk to the human world.
This has been the practice for thousands of years.
The blood has flowed to the edge of the palm prints.
So the sword came very quickly.
Chen Qingshan's mountains and rivers were shattered extremely quickly and simply between that sword.
But he didn't shy away.
Even if the sword came from Zhong Saoxue, a person he could not defeat, he did not avoid it.
Just like he said.
Killing people like Zhang Xiaoyu will make the temple quiet and no longer chaotic.
This is more important than anything else.
However, it seems that this matter does not require him to pay a heavy price.
Because above the human world.
Another sword came.
That sword was also black, but it was different from Zhong Puxue's sword.
It's really black.
There was no dazzling light, just silent blackness.
Silent black, old sword.
The sword fell diagonally, but it nailed the white ink sword into the snow.
The sword wind ceased.
Chen Qingshan raised his eyebrows.
In the wind and snow in the green mountains.
A black-robed sword cultivator came calmly through the wind and snow.
Qingtian Taoist uncle Qin Chulai, who had always had no sense of existence, looked at Zhong Saoxue who was silent at the side, and said sarcastically: "It seems that it is not only their Shanhe Temple that is in chaos, but also your Human Sword Sect. Not much better.”
Zhong Saoxue ignored Qin Chulai, but stood up from the rock with a solemn expression. He looked at the black-robed swordsman in the distance, frowned, and said softly: "Senior brother?"
There are many meanings in this sentence.
For example, can it be that you are a senior brother?
It can also be what does the senior brother want to do?
The black-robed swordsman didn't say anything. He walked calmly to the two swords, withdrew his own sword and put it into its sheath. He also picked up Zhong Puxue's sword and threw it back down the mountain.
Then he turned around calmly and looked at Chen Qingshan, who was standing by the stream with raised eyebrows. The black robe hid everything in the wind and snow, so whether it was Zhong and Souxue with their backs to him, or Chen Qingshan who was facing him, Nothing can be seen.
There was only the erased name on the old sword with a gloomy meaning.
A swordsman from the Human Sword Sect.
This is the only answer available to anyone.
Even the prime minister didn't know who this person was.
The black-robed swordsman ignored Zhong Saoxue, just looked at Chen Qingshan quietly, and then said calmly: "Your blood flows too slowly."
So the drop of blood that had stayed on the edge of the palm for a long time finally broke through some lingering restrictions and dripped down resolutely.
Chen Qingshan stretched out his hand subconsciously.
However nothing was received.
Under the clear stream, Zhang Xiaoyu, trapped in the scroll of mountains and rivers, quietly watched the drop of blood dripping.
Then maybe there will be a crisp but subtle sound of water entering the wind and snow.
The final ripples spread and everything shattered.
But there was nothing.
The drop of blood was picked up by a sword.
Then all the magic techniques were shattered.
The world is just wind and snow.
The East China Sea is just wind and snow.
Everyone was looking at the sword in silence.
When did that sword appear on this stream?
So they looked up at the high cliff.
There was no movement on the high cliff.
There was just a woman in a white dress walking calmly in the snow.
The black-robed sword cultivator calmly looked at Qiu Xi'er, who had left Mojian Cliff at some point, and said slowly: "Logically speaking, Mojian Cliff should not be involved in human affairs."
Qiu Xi'er said calmly: "That is just our wish, not the rules of the world."
The black-robed swordsman was silent for a while, then turned and walked into the snow.
In front of Mojianya, it is meaningless to say good words.
Whether it's good or bad doesn't matter.
Chen Qingshan looked down at Zhang Xiaoyu who had stood up from the stream. The distance was very short. Chen Qingshan could kill Zhang Xiaoyu or die under Zhang Xiaoyu's sword.
But neither of them made any move, they just stared at each other in silence.
Then this disciple of Mountain and River View named Qingshan waded onto the bank of the stream and headed north.
"It's snowing too much today. I'll kill you another day."
Chen Qingshan said this and disappeared into the wind and snow.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at his senior brother quietly and said calmly: "Okay."
Qiu Xi'er's eyes fell on Zhong Saoxue and Qin Chulai in the distance.
The two people looked at each other. Zhong Saoxue thought for a while and said, "Do you have a yard at home?"
Qin Chulai nodded and said, "Yes, do you want to help me sweep the snow? My yard is quite big. You can just sleep when you are tired of sweeping."
"Well, I'll help you clear the snow."
"Let's go together."
The two turned around and left.
There were many sword lights above the two of them, they were the sword cultivators who had returned to the East China Sea Sword Sect.
So only Zhang Xiaoyu and Qiu Xi'er were left by the stream.
Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a while and said, "Sister, didn't you say that your sword will not fall into the world?"
Qiu Xi'er said calmly: "It's just that you are too noisy."
"So that's it."
Zhang Xiaoyu sighed, climbed out of the stream, and shook the water plants on his body by the stream. After shaking for a long time, he felt something was wrong. When he looked back, Qiu Xi'er was still standing there.
Zhang Xiaoyu said strangely: "Sister, is there anything else you can do?"
The sword in the stream turned into a wooden hairpin and fell into the hands of the woman in the white dress.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Qiu Xier's hand with a strange expression.
Of course it's not a hairpin, but there is an envelope.
Today's senior sister is very strange.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought so.
Then he saw the envelope in Qiu Xi'er's hand passing through the snow and falling into his own hand.
The envelope is white, pinned with a green bamboo leaf, and above the bamboo leaf is an extremely cold and sharp sword intent.
"Send me a letter."
Qiu Xi'er turned around and walked towards the wind and snow.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought to himself, just deliver the letter, what are you doing when you turn around?
But naturally such things cannot be said.
So he just looked at the white dress that blended perfectly with the wind and snow, and asked, "Where to send it?"
"Lingnan."
Zhang Xiaoyu fell silent.
Although he guessed that Qiu Xi'er suddenly appeared, there was probably something he needed to do.
But I never thought it would be like this.
On the one hand, I feel comforted by my old feelings, but on the other hand, I also feel very headache.
It would be better not to save him.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought like this, sighed, put the letter in his arms, and walked forward through the thicker and thicker snow.
By the way, why didn't she just send it with sword light?
Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't understand it.
There was silence under the Snowy Mountain, and the traces of the fight were quickly covered by the heavy snow.
Zhang Xiaoyu walked in the snow for a long time, then suddenly stopped and looked back at the snowstorm.
In the wind and snow, Chen Qingshan did not go far, but stood calmly in the snow, looking at Zhang Xiaoyu quietly.
Naturally, the two of them would not fight again before they actually left the East China Sea.
Maybe not after I leave.
One is the green mountains sinking into the river, and the other is the fish swimming in the river.
Naturally, they have to be well hidden.
Be prepared for the sudden sword or finger.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked in silence for a while, then turned back and continued to move forward.
Now that you know this is the case.
Then, Senior Brother Qingshan, I will not evade the next sword move again.
Zhang Xiaoyu thought so.
...
The waiter sat in the shop quietly warming himself by the fire.
The business in the store is not very good today.
Maybe it's because of the snow, or maybe it's because there's a sword fight on a high cliff outside the town.
In short, not many people came to eat noodles, so the waiter had nothing to do, so he went to the town wine shop to buy a jar of wine - for some reason, he always felt that this was very strange.
I bought a jar of wine, poured it into a copper pot that was burnt black, and heated it up. Then I ran to the kitchen and ordered myself a bowl of noodles.
Perhaps because Zhang Xiaoyu had stayed here for a while, the young man in white had already gone to Jianya with his sword on his back, so the waiter subconsciously added more chili pepper.
So the noodle soup was a little red, and it looked like there was blood dripping in it.
The waiter sat in front of the stove, looked in front of him and sighed.
He was indeed a little worried about Zhang Xiaoyu.
So while eating noodles, I thought, if Zhang Xiaoyu is crippled, let him work as a waiter in the shop - this world-famous swordsman is very agile, but sometimes he is a bit lazy.
The waiter finished eating the noodles, but didn't pour the wine. He just put the bowl on the table and lit a fire by the window, blowing the cold wind from the snow outside the window.
That pot of wine was cooked for Zhang Xiaoyu.
No matter whether he wins or loses, after the fight, he must come down the cliff.
The weather is so cold, a bowl of hot wine is the most comfortable thing.
The waiter thought like this, but then he remembered the account matter that he had always felt was problematic.
After Zhang Xiaoyu left yesterday, the waiter had nothing to do at night, so he took inventory.
Damn it, this guy is just lying, where did he pay for it?
Fortunately, the bag of reward money that Zhang Xiaoyu left behind was quite a lot, which could be used to offset the money he spent on free food and drink during this period.
After deducting the money, well, the waiter did the math and found that there was just enough money for a jar of wine.
That's why the waiter went to buy a jar of wine today.
It snowed very early, so Zhang Xiaoyu must have gone up the cliff long ago.
The waiter sat by the window and thought about it.
Although when I had nothing to do in the past, the biographies I read often said that masters would fight for three days and three nights, and some would fight for decades.
Although Xiao Er has not embarked on the path of cultivation, he has danced with swords before. What's more, the most indispensable thing in the entire East China Sea is sword cultivation.
Therefore, he knew that Zhang Xiaoyu's sword request would not be postponed until tomorrow no matter how late it was.
When you are tired and your flaws are exposed, you will naturally admit defeat and go down the mountain obediently.
If it's not broken yet, just drink a few bowls of wine and feel melancholy, and then leave.
If he is useless, he will stay and work as a waiter in his small noodle shop.
The waiter thought very well.
Unfortunately, after waiting for a long time, there was no news in the town.
So the waiter put on a velvet hat and ran out to take a look.
In Donghai Town, you can naturally see the high cliff.
It's just that maybe they are too close and they don't see as much as those far away.
Only the lowest part of the high cliff standing in the snow could be seen in the vague wind and snow.
Xiao Er often looked at him like this in the past, but he had forgotten what he was thinking at that time.
The waiter huffed and huffed and looked on the streets of the town.
The wind and snow were misty, and the high cliff now looked like an extremely huge ancient tree. People in the town sometimes think like this, maybe Mojian Cliff is really a tree?
Anyway, they have never seen what is on the top of Gaoya in the town.
Maybe it is really a tree. It blooms in winter, and when the flowers fall, it becomes something like snow, fluttering to the world.
Then the town is filled with tiny scattered red flowers blooming under the trees.
Of course, those who think this way are often children.
When they grow up, start to go outside the town, and climb the mountain from a distance, they will know that it is indeed a lonely cliff.
Of course, when Xiao Er thought of these things at this time, it was not because he was a child, but those previously naive yet extremely powerful imaginations suddenly appeared in his mind again.
Maybe it was because I had been chanting the name Zhang Xiaoyu for a day.
People often say that fish climbs trees, fish climbs trees.
Hence the subconscious association.
How can a fish get into a tree?
Unless someone forced him up.
Otherwise, it will be hung like a salted fish.
It's a pity that the waiter looked for a long time and didn't see a white-clothed sword cultivator who was beaten very miserably and was hanging on the cliff surrounded by wind and snow, like a lot of gauze floating on it.
This snow is really heavy.
The waiter looked at it for a while, then returned to the store, but when he lifted the door curtain, he subconsciously picked up another snowflake and looked at it to make sure it was not what he had imagined - it was indeed snow and not flowers.
The store was very warm because the stove had been burning all day.
The wine has boiled and is steaming loudly against the lid of the pot.
The waiter walked over and lifted the wine bottle, then pinched his earlobe to cool his hands.
Just when he was about to drink a bowl by himself, there was some noise outside, as if the sword cultivators were spreading news.
The waiter put down the bowl in his hand, looked out and listened calmly.
While listening, I was thinking, did Zhang Xiaoyu win? Why else are they making so much noise?
Unfortunately, what I heard was not true, but a very puzzling news.
Zhang Xiaoyu seemed to have a conflict with the East China Sea Sword Sect.
The mountain was full of swords and swords. It seemed that the fight was fierce, and maybe some people died.
The waiter frowned and sat by the window of the wine shop, somewhat incomprehensible.
Then after a while, the latest news came back.
It was said that Zhang Xiaoyu had killed all the members of the Donghai Sword Sect.
The waiter became more and more confused as he listened. What the hell is this?
But someone soon came out to clarify that Donghai Jianzong did not fight with Zhang Xiaoyu, but the people from Shanheguan were fighting.
Because the man climbed to the top of the mountain despite the heavy snow, he thought he could stand higher and see the movements on the cliff more clearly. However, he never expected that Zhang Xiaoyu came out of nowhere and came with him. A mountain and river watcher got into a fight by the snowy stream in the distance.
The waiter's head was dazed after hearing this.
Then there was still news coming to the town.
The people from Shanheguan were beaten to death.
Either the people from Shanheguan were beaten to death, came back to life, and beat Zhang Xiaoyu to death.
It is said that the situation got out of hand, and even the Great Dao Realm sword cultivators from the East China Sea Sword Sect ran away.
Then the people from the Human Sword Sect and the Qingtian Dao also came to an end. They fought until the sky was dark and the road collapsed.
Then the news fell silent.
The people in the town were quietly waiting for the follow-up.
The waiter looked at the wine bottle in front of him and also waited with some anxiety.
I don't know how long it took, but the man who was said to have never taken a step back even when the road collapsed, insisting on lying on the top of the mountain in the snow and watching, came back.
"What happened next? Who died again?"
people asked curiously.
The man looked a little uninterested, and sighed and said: "Not dead, not dead. The people from Mojianya came down, overturned the card table, and they left."
The people in the town scratched their heads and looked confused.
The waiter was also scratching his head.
Then someone asked: "Where is Zhang Xiaoyu?"
This question was what the waiter wanted to know, so he turned his head and listened attentively.
"Let's go. The show is over. Are you coming back for a meal?"
The waiter pulled his head back in the wine shop and sat there in a daze.
Really gone?
The waiter looked at the wine bottle in front of him in a daze.
Someone walked by outside the window, looked at the waiter in a daze, and said, "What are you doing, Wang Xiaoer?"
The waiter came back to his senses, looked at the man, smiled, and said, "It's nothing."
So the man stopped outside the window and chatted with him.
"Speaking of which, you're hiding your secrets. The noodles are so delicious, otherwise you'll end up calling the kitchen undefeated."
The waiter ignored it, but was looking at the jug of wine in front of him, wondering if he could pay for an extra jug of wine?
Maybe not.
A certain swordsman in white was always short of money, so his calculations were very accurate.
It's just that there are some things that the waiter has forgotten.
