Of course Nan Dao would not do such a thing, after all, the master's uncle wanted to have his son.
Lu Xiaosan sat there with Nan Dao for a while, and then left the cliff. He was originally going to Tianya Town to memorize the name of the sword. When he was passing nearby, he saw the light of the sword on the cliff, so he climbed up to take a look.
Nandao originally wanted to go to the sky and sit there for a while, but I thought it was a bit too far, so I returned to the canyon.
Qingjiao is still rebuilding her cabin.
Nan Dao did not disturb her and returned to the small building.
Le Chaotian slept soundly in front of the stove.
This winter seems to be still peaceful.
...
Cao Weiying also slept soundly in the sea of flowers.
Not long after he fell asleep, he heard a dog barking not far away.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Lu Xiaosan running over with many swords in his arms, and the little native dog named Le Chaotian was chasing after him.
Cao Weiying sat up in the flowers with a blank look on her face.
Lu Xiaosan ran over with the swords in his arms, and then threw them all in front of Cao Weiying.
"?"
Cao Weiying looked at Lu Xiaosan, but she didn't know what this kid wanted to do.
Lu Xiaosan looked at Cao Weiying and said with a smile: "Senior, there are some swords here that you haven't named."
"..."
Cao Weiying turned over with a headache and didn't want to pay attention to this kid.
Lu Xiaosan turned to the front of Cao Weiying again, and the little native dog also ran over and barked at Cao Weiying.
"What's wrong, senior? Why does it look like you don't want to write?"
Cao Weiying lay lazily on his side in the sea of flowers and said: "The weather is too hot, I don't want to write."
Lu Xiaosan looked around the town strangely. It was clearly a bright spring day, very cool and warm, not hot at all.
"Senior, what are you talking about? Why is it so hot in spring that you don't want to write?"
Cao Weiying still said lazily: "Of course I am talking about the human world, spring can't be hot? What if it looks like spring, but it is actually summer? For example, you thought it was the coldest month of winter, or the gentle breeze of spring , Actually it’s July now, the heat makes you dizzy, do you just want to jump into the water and eat watermelon?”
Lu Xiaosan scratched his head, puzzled.
The little local dog followed and barked.
Cao Weiying lay there for a long time. Seeing Lu Xiaosan standing there with complete confusion, she sighed, sat up, looked at the swords in front of her, and said, "You have memorized all the other names." ?”
"That's not the case yet." Lu Xiaosan said, "I mainly noticed that there are more and more swords without names written on them. I'm afraid you may have forgotten them, senior."
Cao Weiying found her own wine gourd in the grass nearby, pulled out the cork and drank several sips, then said, "Didn't the sword you dropped earlier have some names written on it?"
For a while, Wu Dalong asked Le Chaotian to think of a name before throwing it away.
Lu Xiaosan chuckled and said, "Senior should choose a more pleasant name."
Cao Weiying sighed, stood up and walked towards the lake.
Lu Xiaosan picked up the sword and followed.
The two stopped at the lake.
Cao Weiying took a sip of wine, looked at the swords in Lu Xiaosan's arms, and said, "That's all?"
Lu Xiaosan said: "There are many more."
This sentence immediately gave up Cao Cao's idea of temporarily choosing some names for Ying. He leaned against the peach tree and thought for a while, then said, "Why don't you come and pick them up."
Lu Xiaosan's eyes lit up and he said, "Is it really possible?"
The young man in Qingshang sitting under the peach tree smiled and said, "Of course."
Lu Xiaosan licked his lips and sat down by the lake in a decent manner.
Cao Weiying reminded from the side: "You can take a sword and dip it in the lake water, so that you can carve words."
"okay!"
Lu Xiaosan picked up a sword, and according to what Cao Weiying said, he stabbed it twice in the lake, and then took it out. He hung it on the sword like he was holding a large brush and tilted his head. After thinking about it for a long time, I started to write - Le Chaotian is a big fool who makes music, Lu Xiaoxiao is a fierce old monster, Lu Xiaoer is a stupid boy who can pretend to be a thief...
After Cao Weiying glanced at it, he turned his head silently.
Lu Xiaosan chuckled and continued writing.
There is only me, Lu Xiaosan, in this world, and I am the smartest and most powerful swordsman in the world. If God had not given birth to me, Lu Xiaosan, my swordsmanship would be as long as the night.
The little local dog next to him could probably feel Lu Xiaosan's pride, and he happily jumped around Lu Xiaosan with his arms and legs.
Probably many years from now.
A young disciple who has just started to get started will fall into deep thought while looking at the Tianya Sword Sect Sword Art given to him by his master.
"Who is Lu Xiaosan?"
So the old swordsman with white hair looked up at the sky and said slowly: "That may be the most powerful person in the Tianya Sword Sect."
"Really?"
"Really, you see it is said in the sword art. How could the seniors lie to us?"
So the young disciple said with great longing, "I also want to become a great swordsman like Lu Xiaosan!"
The reason why Lu Xiaosan chuckled was probably because he was thinking about these things.
After writing messily for a long time, Lu Xiaosan finally put down his shuriken with satisfaction, and then sank all the swords with names engraved on them to the bottom of the lake.
Then he stood by the lake and stared for a long time. He looked back at Cao Weiying who was also drinking. He turned back again, coughed twice, stood with his sword in hand, and then looked coldly at the Yunya Lake in the world.
He probably does have the demeanor of a young kendo master.
The young boy Lu Xiaosan stood by the lake and raised his voice: "If God had not given birth to me, Lu Xiaosan, my swordsmanship would be as long as the night!"
"Swish, swish, swish."
Several rays of sword light broke through the lake and stopped in front of Lu Xiaosan.
Lu Xiaosan looked back at Cao Weiying, smiling again, and said, "How are you doing, senior?"
Cao Weiying smiled softly and said, "Okay!"
Lu Xiaosan smiled proudly.
But the young man in Qingshang put down the wine gourd in his hand, stood up and waved to the lake.
Many more nameless swords came out.
Lu Xiaosan asked curiously: "Senior, isn't it too hot that you don't want to engrave words?"
Cao Weiying chuckled and said, "The young man's spirit probably made me a little more interested."
Then the water with the intention of the sword fell on Cao Weiying's fingertips, and the young man in Qingshang stood by the lake and wrote a line of words in a cool and unrestrained way.
On November 23rd of the year 1003 of the Dafeng calendar, Lu Xiaosan attained the supreme swordsmanship by the Sword Lake in Tianya Town, and in one day entered the world of sword immortals - Cao Weiying watched and stayed there.
Lu Xiaosan opened his eyes wide and looked at Cao Weiying with joy.
Is it true, foster father?
But when I said it, I was a little shy. After all, this boast was too big.
"Is this really good? Will others know the truth?"
Cao Weiying chuckled softly, threw the swords into the lake, and said: "Anyway, they are for future generations to see thousands of years later. Who knows if they are thousands of years later?"
Lu Xiaosan laughed hahahaha by the lake.
After laughing for a long time, he looked curiously at Cao Weiying, an indifferent young man, and said, "What is a Sword Immortal?"
Cao Weiying bent down and picked up the wine gourd from the ground, drank it with a smile, and said, "It's the sword master on the mountain."
Lu Xiaosan said puzzledly: "There are many sword cultivators on the mountain, so aren't they all sword immortals?"
Cao Weiying chuckled softly and said: "The mountain I'm talking about is not an ordinary mountain. There can only be one person in such a mountain. That's why he can be called the Sword Immortal."
"Is there a sword fairy in the world?"
"have."
"who?"
"I."
Lu Xiaosan looked at Cao Weiying who was heading towards the sea of flowers with a blank expression, probably wanting to sleep again.
I thought you weren’t on the mountain either?
Lu Xiaosan scratched his head, jumped into the sword lake with the little native dog in his arms, and continued carrying the name of his sword.
.....
The mountains are covered with snow, which is better than white heads if not white heads.
Maybe it's like an old man who was beaten to death, lying helpless in the mountains.
Listening to Feng Yin and a certain minor Dao realm swordsman, they stood under the mountain gate of Lame Deer Sword Sect and quietly looked at the sword sect who had been beaten to a bloody head.
It was Gu Shanhong, the leader of Lingnan Jinghong Sword Sect. He probably couldn't take a look at Jingshan City and the country, so he had to hide in Lingnan to take care of Jingshanhong.
The realms of the two are almost the same, and they are both swordsmen who have not been able to join the ranks of cultivators in the upper realms of the human world. However, compared to Ting Feng Yin, Gu Shanhong looks much younger. After all, his temples are still green.
The two of them looked at the snow-red mountain road in front of them quietly.
"Who is the current leader of Lame Deer Sword Sect?" Gu Shanhong looked at Ting Fengyin and asked.
Although the Lame Deer Sword Sect is also a Lingnan Sword Sect, because it is a place of pure demon cultivation, it has little contact with other sword sects. In addition, the demon clan has always lived longer than the world's people, so if you don't deliberately understand it, it will naturally be very difficult to understand. It is difficult to know the changes in such a sword sect.
Tingfeng Yin thought for a moment and said, "It's a cabbage that's more than three hundred years old."
Although Chinese cabbage sounds silly.
But if this cabbage is a sword cultivator in the seventh realm of Xiaodao, the Sword Intent Qinglian realm, then the meaning is different.
Even if you listen to the wind singing, you will not be the opponent of this cabbage.
If demon cultivators live longer, naturally some sword cultivators will be able to reach higher realms.
Ting Fengyin said solemnly: "When I heard the sound of the wind, I glanced this way, but unfortunately I only saw a flash of sword light in the wind and snow, and then it fell silent."
Gu Shanhong looked quietly at the mountain road leading to the Sword Sect on the mountain. There was a lot of blood beside the road. Whether it was the blood of the demon clan or the blood of the world, it was all red.
The only possible difference is that the blood will have demon power dispersed in it, and will turn into the demon body after death.
The two of them watched for a long time at the foot of the mountain path. The corpses of those demon clan members and many broken swords were scattered along the mountain path. They must have discovered someone was invading at that time, and then swarmed down from the Sword Sect, but they were still killed along the way. Go up.
The two of them walked upwards, the sword behind them emitting sword intent and sword sound vigilantly, ready to be unsheathed at any time.
Not long after walking along the way, the bloody snow stopped moving forward, and large areas of bright red were smeared on the mountain road. Although the snow had stopped, the wind was still blowing, blowing the rich smell of blood throughout the whole road. Lingnan.
And at the bloody end, there is half a cabbage.
The other half was hanging on a snowy branch not far away.
The color of the snow did not spread for long.
This means that this is an extremely short massacre.
Until the seventh-level sword cultivator Cabbage appeared and died here, the story ended in a hurry.
Going up, it is still a mountain top with infinite snow and infinite tranquility.
Gu Shanhong stopped in front of the cabbage on the mountain path and looked at it in silence for a while.
"Senior Brother Zhang Xiaoyu is probably the only one in Lingnan who can do this."
Tingfeng Yin looked at everything in front of him quietly, thinking about the conversation in the snowstorm last night, and said slowly: "Senior brother should have hot pot at Tianya Sword Sect last night."
Gu Shanhong said softly: "But to the world, they only know that Zhang Xiaoyu came to Lingnan, and then the Lame Deer Sword Sect died."
As Gu Shanhong spoke, he sighed and said, "If Senior Brother Zhang had not been a disciple of the Human Sword Sect, then this matter would be much simpler."
"But alas, he is."
Listening to Feng Yin speak very calmly.
The Human Sword Sect is a special place, not only for sword cultivation, but also for the stability of everything in the world.
For example, between two tribes.
The Sword Sect lying quietly in Nanyi City is an extremely crucial link.
Just like what Zhang Xiaoyu and Shushu said at the beginning, if she kills Hu Lu at the gate of Jian Zong, then the demon clan will no longer have a foothold in the world.
And similarly, what if a disciple of the Human Sword Sect slaughtered an entire place of demon cultivation?
Ting Fengyin squinted her eyes and looked back at the world.
At this moment, his white hair on the temples is probably much whiter than snow.
"Shut down the mountain."
Ting Fengyin said softly.
"Until the truth is found, Lingnan prohibits all entry and exit."
Gu Shanhong was silent for a while and said: "Lingnan does not have the power to prohibit all entry and exit in the human world."
Ting Fengyin said calmly: "We don't care about those who can't stop us, we only care about the world. Such a thing must not become a topic among the world. Public opinion is easy to rise but difficult to quell. If it really makes the world doubt whether there is a relationship between humans and monsters There will be gaps again, and even if there is no such gap, it will become a contradiction that is difficult to get rid of."
Gu Shanhong said nothing more, turned around and walked down the mountain.
"I will inform the people of Xiao Jiufeng Sword Sect."
Xiao Jiufeng Sword Sect is naturally not one sword sect, but nine sword sects. Like Tingfeng Sword Sect and Jinghong Sword Sect, it is the most important component of Lingnan Sword Sect.
The reason why it is called Xiaojiufeng is because the sword of Lingnan is just a small sword in the world.
If one day the sword of Lingnan becomes the great sword in the world.
Then Xiaojiu Peak can naturally be called Dajiu Peak.
The two of them walked all the way down the mountain. When they returned to the mountain gate, Gu Shanhong stopped and looked up at the tree beside the mountain gate.
After looking at it for a long time, he said slowly: "I heard that there used to be a little civet cat on this tree who was waiting for his lover all day long?"
Ting Fengyin nodded, and then said softly: "He is probably dead inside. He has been to Lingluo Pavilion before and asked about sending a letter. I don't know if he got there in the end."
Gu Shanhong said nothing more, turned into sword light and disappeared at the mountain gate.
Tingfeng Yin stood there in silence for a long time, and then whispered: "Come out."
Snow fell on the branches in the mountains, but no one came out.
Ting Fengyin said calmly: "When Junior Brother Shanhong asked that question, he knew you were there."
It wasn't until these words were said that a young man in orange clothes slowly walked out of the forest on one side of the mountain gate.
"You want to kill me?"
Li Li held the sword and looked silently at the white-haired Lingnan swordsman in front of him.
Ting Fengyin calmly looked at the young man parked a few feet away in front of him. After looking at him for a long time, he slowly said, "If we really wanted to kill you, we wouldn't have had that conversation."
Li Li fell silent.
"Did you see anything yesterday?"
"No, someone sent me a letter yesterday, and I chased him to another mountain."
"Is this how it was when you came back?"
"Yes."
Tingfeng Yin looked at this extremely lucky little demon boy in silence, and then said softly: "We will try our best to find out the truth."
Li Li was silent for a long time and said, "What next?"
Tingfengyin held his sword and bowed to the young man, which shocked Li Li.
He originally thought that this gift might be followed by some rather cruel words, such as, for the sake of the stability of Lingnan, please shut up and die.
but none.
The sword cultivator with white hair on the temples stood up straight again, looked at Li Li sincerely and said: "I hope you don't blame or resent me. I know this is an unreasonable request, but Lingnan, and the world, can't cause the same kind of tragedy again. Bloody and bloody.”
Of course, Lingnan wants to see the world in chaos more than anyone else.
This place lies in the mountains south of Huai'an. All the changes in the world cannot avoid it.
In the thousands of years of history, more people in Lingnan died than in any other place of cultivation.
Li Li stood there blankly, looking at this old swordsman who liked to sit by the stream and tell stories to people who came and went from Lingnan.
"Lingnan will do its best to help you find the real culprit."
Tingfeng Yin said with great sincerity.
Li Li was silent for a long time. He loosened the sword in his arms and said softly: "Okay."
Tingfeng Yin carried the sword on his back, turned around and walked along the mountain path in the mountain snow.
The little demon boy Li Li stood there, looking at him quietly, and then asked loudly: "Do I need to go and listen to the Wind Sword Sect?"
Ting Fengyin shook his head calmly, and then continued walking.
Li Li hesitated for a long time and reached out to touch the letter in his arms.
"I want to go to Nanyi City."
Ting Fengyin stopped, looked back at the young man, and said slowly: "What are you going to do?"
Li Li held the letter in his arms and said slowly: "She sent me a letter. I want to read it."
Ting Fengyin was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Lingnan is going to close the mountains."
Li Li fell silent, turned around sadly, and looked at the mountain of blood.
But in those silent mountain snows, the sound of listening to the wind came again.
"The Little Jiufeng Sword Sect is scattered all over Lingnan. It may take some time."
Li Li suddenly turned around and looked at the sword cultivator who was walking shallowly in the snow on the mountain road.
The little demon boy didn't say anything, and carried the sword in his arms behind his back. Then he was surrounded by demon power, and the sword wind came out from under his feet, heading towards the human world along the mountain road.
Some sword intent seemed to rise in Lingnan, turning into a net of sword light and falling down on the distant mountain top.
That is the Xiao Jiufeng Sword Sect closest to here.
The net of sword light is still spreading towards the mountains.
Such a sword light barrier would naturally not be able to stop many people. It was more of a signal.
A signal representing the closure of the mountains in Lingnan.
Li Li did not look again, carrying his sword on his back in the mountain snow, heading south.
