The old sword cultivator has left.
In the snowy valley in the mountains, Chen Huaifeng was sitting in the snow, with several white plum marks in front of him. He calmly wiped the blood on his lips, and the sword was inserted in front of him.
Mei Xiyu stood not far away, quietly looking at the strand of hair that fell on her palm.
There were many sword marks behind him, like red plum blossoms blown away by the wind, deeply embedded in the snow-white valley walls.
Luan Hong flew across the swing. This style came from the sword style of Senior Brother Mo Jian Ya's Seventh Brother. Naturally, there was more than one sword.
Only the sword of ten thousand swords flying red can be called chaotic red.
Although Chen Huaifeng sheathed his sword at the last moment, those flying reds still flew past Mei Xiyu's temples.
Plum blossoms fell all over the stream, and the flying red ceased.
Then naturally it would only be Chen Huaifeng who was injured.
Mei Xiyu lowered her hands and let the strand of hair fall into the snow.
"Actually, none of us want to mention this matter." Mei Xiyu looked at Chen Huaifeng, who was coughing up blood after enduring a stream of falling plum blossoms, and said softly, "Although Junior Brother Yue Yue has been away from watching for many years, in my Before he turned twenty-five, he had already gone to Huaidu, but he was still the junior disciple of Qingtian Dao. The junior brother died in Nanyi City, so naturally we had some thoughts. But those thoughts were eventually suppressed Down, just like just now, when you sheathed your sword, senior brother, I actually thought about killing you here. But this will only make things more complicated. In this way, the two places face each other from the north to the south, and they are inseparable from each other. Communication is naturally the best.”
There is really nothing to fight for in this world.
Chen Huaifeng sat there and looked down at the blood stains he had just coughed up, and then said softly: "Of course it is."
Qingtian Dao didn't want to mention it, and the other human sword sect certainly didn't want to mention it either.
Mei Xiyu walked towards Chen Huaifeng, and then stretched out a hand.
Chen Huaifeng looked at the outstretched hand of the Taoist in front of him, but he sighed softly and said: "Actually, I have something else to do. If you pull me up now, you will probably want to push me down the valley and kill me later. .”
The phrase "push you into the river and drown" was first said by Zhang Xiaoyu. Later, after being picked up by the young boy Hu Lu, he also learned it.
Chen Huaifeng sighed for a while thinking about the decision he had made before, but he also said this.
Mei Xiyu looked at Chen Huaifeng quietly and said, "We will talk about the rest later. This is just a matter of time."
Chen Huaifeng was silent for a while, but still did not stand up with his sword, but let Mei Xiyu pull him up.
Mei Xiyu looked at Chen Huaifeng, who still had blood on his lips, and looked down at the sword that Chen Huaifeng had abandoned between the two, and said slowly: "This matter can end in this place 1,900 feet away from the world. Nature is the best in the valley.”
When Chen Huaifeng sheathed his sword just now, he was probably already prepared to be killed by Mei Xiyu.
It's just that Mei Xiyu is not there. This place is just far away from the world, not far away from those sword cultivators.
Under the spotlight of everyone, if Mei Xiyu really does such a thing, it will naturally represent the end of all unremitting efforts.
So even though the person who died in Chen Huaifeng's hands was called Liu Sanyue, he was a disciple of Qingtian Dao and his junior brother.
Meixiyu didn’t.
The world of spiritual practice has always been about courtesy to the human world.
Once things really come to that point, many things will naturally be forgotten in anger and hatred.
Chen Huaifeng pulled out his sword from the ground, walked towards the scabbard not far away, put the sword halfway in, stopped there and looked at the last three inches of the sword body, and then said slowly: "I am not a follower of the general trend. To justify my decision, if it’s wrong, it’s wrong. I’m sorry.”
When things got to this point, Chen Huaifeng could only say sorry, but could not risk his life.
The sound of the last three inches of the sword being sheathed sounded.
This matter probably ended here.
Chen Huaifeng held his sword and walked towards the outside of this vast snow valley, and then stopped at the mouth of the valley, where the old swordsman once sat, looking at the west side of the snow mountain, coughing softly, and remained silent for a long time.
Mei Xiyu also walked out.
There is great silence in the mountain snow.
The sword cultivators in Lingnan may still be watching. But it doesn't matter anymore.
The two of them looked at each other for a long time before Mei Xiyu slowly said: "Senior brother just said there is one more thing?"
Chen Huaifeng said softly: "This matter should have nothing to do with Qingtian Dao, but now that you are here, we have to borrow the power of Qingtian Dao."
Mei Xiyu frowned after listening to Chen Huaifeng's words, and followed Chen Huaifeng's gaze to the west of Lingnan.
The mountains were covered with snow, layer upon layer, and nothing was seen.
But in some nearby mountains and forests, there was probably a young man holding a black umbrella and a woman in red who were leaving quietly.
"whats the matter?"
Mei Xiyu looked back at the sword-holding Sword Sect disciple beside him, Chen Wolfberry and Chen Wolfberry. It would probably be more harmonious if he had a cup of wolfberry tea in his hands at this time.
Unfortunately, it didn't, so Chen Huaifeng just held his sword and said calmly: "You should know about the sealing of the mountains in Lingnan."
"Yes."
The sword light from the Xiaojiufeng Sword Sect spread across the entire Lingnan sky. It is naturally not forbidden to enter the mountain, but if you want to leave the mountain, only people like Mei Xiyu and others can be free.
"On November 23, that is, yesterday, the Lingnan Lame Deer Sword Sect was wiped out." Chen Huaifeng said calmly.
Mei Xiyu frowned and looked at Chen Huaifeng, and then said slowly: "That place of demon cultivation, the sword sect established where the demon master died?"
"Yes, just yesterday, that is, after you came."
The Lame Deer Sword Sect incident was naturally not on the 23rd, but on the 22nd.
But if you want to deceive others, you must first deceive yourself.
So Chen Huaifeng just said things calmly that should be known to the world.
Mei Xiyu looked at Chen Huaifeng quietly and said, "Senior brother, what do you mean?"
Chen Huaifeng looked at Mei Xiyu and said slowly: "Because of some trivial matters between Qingtian Dao and the Human Sword Sect, you, Mei Xiyu, came to Lingnan and accidentally killed many people from the Lame Deer Sword Sect."
Mei Xiyu stood silently at the edge of the valley, but suddenly understood the meaning of why Chen Huaifeng said that - you probably want to push me down the valley and kill me.
When Chen Huaifeng said those words seriously, Mei Xiyu realized it.
Chen Huaifeng planned to use Qingtian Dao to cover up the incident in Lingnan.
Lame Deer Sword Sect.
Mei Xiyu thought about this place of demon cultivation, and then looked at Chen Huaifeng, a disciple from the Human Sword Sect.
But he also understood why Chen Huaifeng wanted to push this matter out instead of letting the Human Sword Sect handle it.
"It seems that you don't know who the person who destroyed that sword cultivation place is."
Mei Xiyu said softly.
"Yes."
Mei Xiyu looked at Chen Huaifeng on the side, and then said calmly: "I will not admit this, and neither will Qingtian Dao."
Chen Huaifeng said softly: "I know this is a matter that has nothing to do with Qingtian Dao. Naturally, Qingtian Dao will not be willing to bear such a crime for no reason."
Mei Xiyu looked at Chen Huaifeng quietly, and the latter just said calmly.
"I have asked Lingnan to spread the news to the world."
Outside the mountains and snowy valleys, Dao wind was instantly filled again.
Chen Huaifeng did not draw his sword, he just stood in Daofeng and looked at Mei Xiyu calmly.
"I can only do this before the undercurrent behind this incident spreads wind and rain to the world."
Those winds blew for a long time and slowly calmed down.
Mei Xiyu stood there to calm down for a long time, then flicked his sleeves and walked down the mountain.
"Fuck you, you Human Sword Sects are indeed all bastards." Mei Xiyu was probably furious, and cursed words that were inconsistent with his own demeanor.
"Yes." Chen Huaifeng said softly.
"But I won't admit it, and neither will Qingtian Dao." Mei Xiyu's voice came from the mountain road.
"I will go to Qingtian Road."
"up to you."
Mei Xiyu probably really wanted to push Chen Huaifeng down from there and kill him.
...
Qingtian Dao may indeed have looked like an old unlucky man when he met the Human Sword Sect.
Yes, the white wind and rain many years ago.
Liu Sanyue Yes.
When it comes to Mei Xiyu, his mother is even more unjust.
If she knew who wrote the letter, Mei Xiyu would probably want to tear him alive.
...
Nan Dao walked silently along the mountain path holding an umbrella for a short time before he stopped.
In the snow on the mountain in front of him, a sword light fell down.
The tall and big swordsman brother appeared there with a sword on his back and wiping the blood from the corners of his lips.
Qingjiao, a woman in red from the East China Sea, did not draw her sword. She just held it and stood quietly aside.
The presence of someone like Chen Huaifeng here is naturally beyond her ability.
"It seems that your sword wound should have healed." Chen Huaifeng looked at Nan Dao and said softly.
Nan Dao looked down at his heart and said slowly: "Maybe."
"Zhang Xiaoyu should have come to see you. When I met him before, he came from Lingnan."
"Yes."
Nan Dao said calmly.
Chen Huaifeng was silent for a while, looked at Nan Dao and said, "What did you say?"
Nan Dao stood under the umbrella, looking at the snow on the mountains, and then said slowly: "We had a little chat and had a hot pot."
Chen Huaifeng laughed softly, but it was probably related to the injuries left by Mei Xiyu, and he covered his lips with his fists and coughed for a while.
"Hot pot is good." Chen Huaifeng said softly, "He didn't even go to Nanyi City to have a hot pot with us."
Nan Dao was silent.
Chen Huaifeng continued to say with some sigh: "We are serious brothers, Nandao."
Nan Dao looked at Chen Huaifeng and said, "What do you want to say, senior brother?"
"Junior brother Xiaoyu really regards you as his junior brother." Chen Huaifeng said softly, then coughed softly and walked towards Nandao. "I admit that our Human Sword Sect sometimes does some things that are too concerned about the human world, so it seems very unreasonable. But sometimes the truth cannot satisfy everyone, and there will always be some people who will be sacrificed. The existence of debt.”
Chen Huaifeng stopped in front of Nan Dao, looked at the two swords behind him, and then drew one out.
It's the Peach Blossom Sword.
The peach blossom sword is blue-black and gleams silently.
"If you have any dissatisfaction, you can settle it here instead of saying something that shouldn't be heard by the world."
Nan Dao looked at the Peach Blossom Sword lying in front of him, took it, but only put it back into the sheath behind him.
"I never thought that some stories would involve so many things."
Nan Dao said softly.
"The Human Sword Sect is naturally a place of practice that dwells in Nanyi City and indulges in playing cards." Chen Huaifeng looked at the young man under the umbrella calmly. "But it's precisely because we are involved too much that we are so peaceful. If the Sword Sect in the world is in chaos, the world will also be in chaos."
"You first entered the human world in a place like Nanyi City, so there are naturally many things that you can't understand. The world of cultivation is different from the human world. If people in the world have hatred, they can just go away with a knife and cross a few If we go down the street, if it is too far, we will calm down and give up halfway. But the world of spiritual practice is different. We walk too fast, from Nanyi City to outside the pass. People like us, if we are really in a hurry, we will light up The Divine Sea may not even last a day. Suddenly, many feuds had no time to calm down, and they became the source of turmoil in the world."
Nan Dao listened silently.
"Master told me that the higher a practitioner goes, the less free he becomes. He is trembling with fear, as if facing an abyss, or walking on thin ice." Chen Huaifeng coughed softly, patted Nan Dao's shoulder, and said softly, "You will leave in the future. Very far, I hope you can understand this."
Nan Dao raised his head, looked at Chen Huaifeng for a long time, and then said softly: "Yes."
Chen Huaifeng raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips, then raised his head to look at the snow on the mountain in the world.
Some stories continue.
"I'm going to the north. If you have a chance in the future, you can treat me to a hot pot dinner."
"good."
Chen Huaifeng walked slowly away in the mountain snow.
Qingjiao watched the Sword Sect disciple go away, then turned back and looked at the young man standing quietly in front of him.
The young man didn't look back for a long time.
But Qingjiao heard some sobbing.
Yes.
Even if he is a senior brother, he is now a senior uncle.
After all, he is just a teenager.
...
After those sobs.
The young man held the umbrella and continued walking along the mountain path.
Qingjiao said nothing, just followed quietly holding the sword.
Until I passed a fork in the road somewhere.
However, Qingjiao saw the figure of another young man walking quietly on another mountain road with a sword on his back.
Nan Dao probably still didn't notice anything and just walked over quietly.
Qingjiao paused for a while and then remembered who the young man in orange clothes was.
That little demon boy on the tree at the gate of Lame Deer Sword Sect.
So did he wait for that person?
Qingjiao thought so, but didn't care, and followed Nandao along the mountain road towards Tianya Sword Sect.
...
They are hurriedly intertwined, and there is no story even at a glance, so naturally no one will care.
Although perhaps behind that is a more complicated and painful story that is intertwined.
...
Lu Xiaoxiao shoveled snow in the Sword Sect for a long time, but finally cleared the entire Sword Sect.
Just like before, the only pity is that her favorite white flowers and red grass are gone.
Only dead branches and withered grass were left. They are intertwined along the stone paths in Jian Zong.
Lu Xiaoyi was taking Lu Xiaosi and Lu Xiaowu there to practice sword practice.
That was the sword of the Xiaobai Sword Sect, probably just like what the former founder of the sect said to Xiaobai Waterfall when he passed by.
The swords of Xiaobai Sword Sect are quite free and easy.
Although the three little ones were dressed rather bulky, they did not look clumsy.
Lu Xiaoxiao was holding the shovel and watching from the side, smiling slightly. He was probably thinking of the same little sword-practicing self many years ago - looking back in a similar scenery, naturally his heart and eyes were filled with thoughts. The appearance of myself when I was young.
After watching for a long time, Lu Xiaoxiao put the shovel into the Jianzong's yard, and then walked towards the Tianya Jianzong.
When passing by, Lu Xiaoyi asked curiously: "Where is master going?"
"I'm going to see what your junior brother and the others are doing."
As Lu Xiaoxiao spoke, he walked through the pebble path of Jianzong and headed towards the red leaf forest in the snow.
When passing by Xiaobai Waterfall, Lu Xiaoxiao was a little surprised that Lu Xiaoer was not here today.
At this time in the past, Lu Xiaoer would be diligently under the waterfall, either holding up his sword or looking up at the flowing water, concentrating his sword intent.
This made Lu Xiaoxiao feel very weird.
Thinking back to the previous time, Le Chaotian took the small hot pot from him and said he wanted to try a new song.
Lu Xiaoxiao clenched his fists.
I hurried through Xiaobai Waterfall and went to Tianya Sword Sect to take a look again. Lu Xiaoer and the others were not there either, only Wu Dalong was knocking on the sword-making platform.
When Lu Xiaoxiao saw this, he turned around and headed towards Luofeng Canyon.
When I walked up to it, I happened to bump into three people who had eaten, drank and had a comfortable bath at the other end of the canyon, carrying a small hot pot and wandering towards this side.
Lu Xiaoxiao sneered and stood in the middle of the canyon.
The three of them froze there, then threw the small hot pot aside into the snow and walked over as if nothing had happened.
"Master, why are you here?"
Lu Xiaosan ran over in a hurry, but before he got close to Lu Xiaoxiao, he was lifted up, and then Lu Xiaoxiao smelled the scent of Lu Xiaosan carefully.
Then he frowned and said, "Why doesn't it smell like hot pot?"
Lu Xiaosan said with a smile: "We went to have a hot pot bath, there must be no hot spring smell!"
"..."
Le Chaotian and Lu Xiaoer held their foreheads in the back and sighed.
Lu Xiaoxiao sneered.
"Hot pot?"
Lu Xiaosan also realized that he had accidentally spilled the beans and kept struggling. However, Lu Xiaoxiao held up his collar and struggled for a long time, but he only turned into a fat sweet potato.
"Brother, save me!"
Lu Xiaosan screamed miserably in the direction of Lu Xiaoer and the other two.
Lu Xiaoer and Le Chaotian looked at each other and ran out of the canyon.
The only sounds left in the canyon were the pitiful screams of the unlucky Lu Xiaosan and Lu Xiaoxiao's sneer.
"You soaked in hot pot and ate hot springs, right? You secretly hid it from me, right? You didn't even call me hot pot. Are you worthy of the training I have given you, Master, for so many years?"
Lu Xiaosan struggled on his own.
"It's not many years, it's clearly just over a year."
So he was beaten even worse.
Lu Xiaoer and Le Chaotian hadn't run far yet. They were hiding outside the canyon and watching secretly. When they heard this, they knew that there was no hope and they should wait to die and take their leave.
...
Everyone in the world naturally has his own story.
Everyone has his or her own misfortune.
