The sword intent began to exude a chill again.
At that time, Nan Dao was standing in the canyon, looking at Lu Xiaoer, who was holding a sword and moving in the canyon where the snow had melted.
Probably because it was the end of the year, Lu Xiaoer wanted to test his cultivation progress, so he ran to the Little Red Mansion with his sword on his back and asked Nan Dao to try out some swordsmanship with him.
Nan Dao looked at this diligent young nephew and agreed happily. Le Chaotian also hugged Qin and ran downstairs, sitting under the maple tree with few fallen leaves.
After two consecutive snowfalls, the canyon was naturally extremely lonely. After the snow melted, the autumn dusk and fiery red leaves had disappeared, leaving only many cliffs dripping with water.
The young man is still in the realm of seeing mountains, and may be able to reach the realm of knowing water in the next year.
Although Nandao fell to some levels due to the influence of Mo Jian Ya's sword intention last time, the impact was not big. Those withered branches have buds again, and it won't be long before they will return to the Rain Watching state. .
The two realms were naturally very different, so Nan Dao did not draw the sword, but held the scabbard in his hand.
The young boy came with a sword, but Nan Dao easily blocked it with his sword.
This is the simplest straight stab.
Nan Dao's sword piercing the flower was the simplest straight thrust.
Lu Xiaoer had studied with Nan Dao for a long time in the canyon, and naturally he also learned a lot.
But in front of a master like Nan Dao who is close to being a beginner in Jianya, just learning a little is naturally not enough.
Although Lu Xiaoer's sword was directly swung away, he turned around to use his strength and struck again with his sword. Nan Dao still did not draw his sword, but raised his long sword at an angle to meet it. Although Lu Xiaoer stabbed his sword straight and was easily deflected, stabbing was fast, while slashing was powerful. Therefore, the sword was in a stalemate with Nan Dao's sword for a while before being deflected away.
Seeing Lu Xiaoer's sword strike, Nan Dao smiled and said, "It's not bad."
Lu Xiaoer probably got some encouragement and came forward again.
Nan Dao just held his sword and umbrella, stood in the canyon, and blocked Lu Xiaoer's attack with one sword.
There was some sword wind in the canyon, coming from Lu Xiaoer's sword.
Le Chaotian was playing the piano at the side and looking at the two teenagers in the canyon with a smile.
After a long time, Lu Xiaoer looked at Le Chaotian on the side and probably remembered something. After being repelled again, he dragged his sword over and stirred up some puddles of water accumulated in the canyon.
At this moment, when Nan Dao held his sword and was about to pass through the water curtains stirred up by the young boy, the sword intention in the divine sea suddenly exuded a chill.
So the snow water turned into fine snow again, turned into wind snow, and poured into the canyon, falling towards Lu Xiaoer with the unsheathed Peach Blossom Sword.
The young boy didn't know what happened, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he didn't retreat. Instead, he faced him with his sword.
Nan Dao still thought that the fine snow was just what he saw in his eyes.
So he didn't put away his sword.
Le Chaotian, who was just playing the piano and watching, raised his eyebrows, and then quickly plucked the strings.
The sudden high-pitched sound of the piano made Nan Dao realize something, and he hurriedly sheathed his sword. However, although the sword movement stopped, the fine snow still moved towards Lu Xiaoer.
Fortunately, when Lu Xiaoer heard the sound of the piano and saw Nan Dao suddenly sheathing his sword, he also realized something was wrong. The vitality in the divine sea poured out, and the sword intention that had only been cultivated for a long time also came out. Although the sword He moved horizontally in front of him, and then came into contact with the fine snow. He groaned and turned a little pale, but fortunately it was blocked, so it was no big deal.
Lu Xiaoer hurriedly sheathed his sword, looked at Nan Dao with a solemn expression, gasped twice, and asked, "What's wrong, uncle?"
Nan Dao glanced at the snow on his scabbard, then looked at the young boy apologetically, and said, "It's nothing, I just got distracted, sorry."
Fortunately, the sword was not unsheathed and it was an unintentional sword, so it did not cause any serious consequences.
Otherwise, if Lu Xiaoer was really hurt, Nan Dao wouldn't even know how to explain it to Lu Xiaoer.
Le Chaotian also stopped playing the piano, looked at Lu Xiaoer with a slight smile, and said, "Okay, that's it for today's sword test. My nephew's sword is indeed very good."
Lu Xiaoer said with some shame: "Compared with my uncle, I'm still far behind."
Le Chaotian tilted his head and said, "Why do you want to compete with him?"
Lu Xiaoer said melancholy: "If you don't compete with your uncle, how can you compete with Lu Xiaosan?"
Le Chaotian smiled. As a sword cultivator, this is probably true.
"Okay, the competition is over. You should go back and have a good rest." Le Chaotian looked at Lu Xiaoer and said.
The young boy once again glanced at Nan Dao, who was standing under the umbrella and looking at his sword, and said, "Uncle, I'm leaving first."
Nan Dao and Le Chaotian both nodded.
The young boy left.
Le Chaotian, who was sitting under the tree, looked at Nandao strangely and said, "Senior brother, what happened just now?"
Nan Dao said softly: "It's nothing, someone is probably a little close to us."
Le Chaotian was silent for a while, stood up with Qin in his arms, and walked out of the canyon.
"I'm tired in spring, tired in summer, and hibernating in autumn. Senior brother, I'm going to bed first."
Le Chaotian really went upstairs without looking back.
Nan Dao turned his head and looked at the back of Le Chaotian holding Qin quietly, but he didn't say anything. He just turned his head, put his sword behind his back, then turned and walked towards the other side of the canyon.
It wasn't until they reached the cliff at the top of the canyon that Nan Dao stopped at the edge, sat on the edge, and looked up at the Lingnan mountains.
Taohua left the Snow Wind Cottage and the Divine Sea, and appeared next to Nan Dao with some Snow Wind Sword Intent.
"She came to see me?"
Nan Dao said softly.
Taohua said calmly: "Not necessarily."
"Why?"
"Because there is another storm in your Divine Sea."
Nan Dao turned to look at Tao Hua and said, "How big is it?"
Taohua probably thought for a while and said, "It's not as big as last time, but it crushed my thatched cottage."
Just like the wind and snow in Lingnan collapsed Qingjiao's cabin.
The storm in the divine sea and whether the autumn water comes to the Tianya Sword Sect seem to be unrelated things.
But when Taohua said this, Nandao also understood.
The people on the cliff naturally know everything.
"This snowstorm is mild." Taohua said calmly.
The collapse of thatched hut is just the inherent characteristic of wind and snow accumulation, and has nothing to do with whether it has any will.
Nan Dao could also see that when Lu Xiaoer was talking to Le Chaotian, he had also glanced at his divine sea.
There was a chill above the sword intent, and fine snow began to drift in the divine sea. However, just like the usual fine snow, those things were calm.
That's why Nan Dao could calmly walk up here from the canyon, wanting to see if he could see someone.
"So what is she doing in Lingnan?"
Taohua said softly: "I don't know, but probably, it should be the place where a cripple died in Lingnan."
Taohua looked down at Nan Dao who was sitting on the edge of the cliff and said, "Do you want to meet her?"
Nan Dao looked at the gray mountains in the distance in silence.
"If she doesn't come to see me, then she probably doesn't want to see me. If she doesn't want to see me, then I probably won't see her either if I go there."
Nan Dao said softly.
Taohua said calmly: "Maybe."
After hearing this, Nan Dao raised his head and looked at Peach Blossom for a long time.
The latter said softly: "Go and meet her, maybe she will meet you?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while, stood up from the edge of the cliff, and headed down the mountain.
...
"Are you also a cat demon?"
The little demon boy Li Li, who was still lying quietly on the tree at the gate of Lame Deer Sword Sect, frowned and looked at the white-haired woman in orange who was walking on the mountain road holding a sword.
Qiu Shui paused for a moment, looked at the little kitten lying on the tree, and said softly, "No."
"Then what are you?"
Li Li can naturally tell that this is a demon, and the demonic power is constantly spreading around.
It's a big demon that may be dying.
Qiu Shui continued to walk towards the mountain gate and said calmly: "I am a river demon."
Autumn water is the tail of the Styx, so it is naturally a river demon.
The demon of the river was transformed from half of the demon heart of the demon ancestor.
Li Li jumped down from the tree. Even though he was just a little demon who had entered the Taoist realm, he resolutely stopped this woman who came from nowhere.
"You can't go up there."
The look on the little demon boy's face was very determined.
Just like in the past days, he was here to stop the Lingnan sword cultivators who came here to take a look.
"I heard Feng Yin say this."
Often after saying this, those Lingnan sword cultivators would leave with some regret.
But Qiu Shui didn't.
"Listen to the wind." Qiu Shui whispered the name.
Mojian Cliff is naturally the most reasonable place in the world.
So when Qiu Shui finished saying this name, he had the sword intention to go towards Tingfeng Sword Sect, and then he left and came back just as quickly.
The head of the Tingfeng Sword Sect, whose hair on the temples was growing gray day by day, and who looked more like Fengxue than Fengxue, was brought to the gate of the Lame Deer Sword Sect by sword intent.
"I want to go up and have a look." Qiu Shui looked at Ting Feng Yin sincerely and said.
Tingfeng Yin stood there sincerely, bowed and said, "Of course."
Li Li on the side looked at Ting Feng Yin's attitude and realized that this was probably someone Lingnan couldn't afford to offend, so he said nothing more.
Qiu Shui walked towards the mountain gate. When passing by the ancient tree, he said softly: "You can come with me."
Li Li hesitated for a moment and looked at Ting Feng Yin, who was still standing respectfully at the mountain gate. The latter nodded seriously.
So the young demon left the tree and followed Qiu Shui towards the stone steps that still had a lot of blood left on them, heading towards the mountain.
Li Li followed Qiu Shui for a long time, and when he looked back, he saw Ting Feng Yin standing there quietly with a slight bow, still carrying his sword.
Although Lingnan is not an outstanding sword cultivation place, as one of the few experienced sword cultivators in Lingnan who has the right to speak, do we need to stay like this?
Tanuki seemed to understand something.
Qiu Shui didn't say anything, just silently walking upward step by step.
This Sword Sect, which once gathered many demon cultivators in Lingnan, is now extremely peaceful, as quiet as a night many years ago.
Li Li also walked on this mountain road with silence, resentment, confusion, and many complicated emotions.
He used to be some kind of wildcat in these mountains.
So naturally there will be a lot of emotions poured into this sword sect.
After those things happened, except for the first time when he saw the bloody storm, the little cat demon took the risk and walked up the mountains, and never came up again.
Naturally, there was no one left in the mountains.
Li Li was thinking silently, trying to divert his attention, so his eyes fell on the sword in the hand of the woman in front of him. The orange dress and white hair were dragged on the stone steps, and that The sword was inserted diagonally into the snow-like hair.
Just when his eyes fell on it, before he had time to form any thoughts, he heard the calm and gentle voice of the woman in front of him.
"Don't look at it, don't think about it."
Li Li withdrew his gaze, stared at the stone steps at his feet, and said softly: "After thinking about it, what will happen?"
Qiu Shui said calmly: "With your state, you will die."
This is a sword that cannot be looked at.
Li Li didn't look at it again, but he couldn't help but think about what kind of sword it was.
"You can look at your own sword."
Li Li took off his sword and laid it in front of him, watching quietly, relying on his feelings from the past many years, and followed the woman towards the mountain.
There were many sword flats passed by along the way, and the two of them didn't stop at all. Then there were many empty buildings. Maybe many years later, they would be dilapidated, and then they would be occupied by the plants in the mountains, destroying their foundations. Until it collapses.
Qiushui walked calmly until it passed through all the new traces of thousands of years and appeared in a very lonely mountain forest.
There was nothing in the woods.
There are no buildings, no monuments, and no tombs.
But the autumn water stopped here.
"Senior, what are you doing here?"
Li Li was a little puzzled.
Qiu Shui quietly looked at a place covered with weeds somewhere in the forest.
"I came to see an old friend, a lame man."
Li Li seemed to understand something, hesitated a little, and said: "The place where the Demon Lord died is not here."
Qiu Shui just said calmly: "This is it, because I was also here back then."
Li Li was silent for a while and said, "What about the top of the mountain?"
Qiu Shui looked up at the top of the mountain and said slowly: "I don't know, maybe people think that such a character will naturally die at a very high place. He will be there to watch the monster race return to the world - In fact, no, he died very simply and in an embarrassing way. After he sacrificed his soul to the Huangliang God Donghuang Taiyi, he was already a lame elk living on his feet. It was already very difficult to get here. Again It is of course possible to go up, but it is not necessary. He has to save his strength, open his eyes, and tell me some things, even though he may be wrong about those things, or he may still not tell the whole truth. I."
Life and death are naturally fair.
The body of the saint Li Er may have been eaten up by some fish in the East China Sea.
Li Li was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "It turns out that we have been worshiping the wrong ancestral land."
Qiu Shui turned around and looked at the little demon in orange clothes quietly. His eyes were very calm as if they were autumn water.
"correct."
Qiu Shui said calmly, then turned back and looked at the pile of weeds.
"As long as you are in the human world, there is nothing wrong."
Just such a sentence probably aroused some fear in the little demon's heart. He quietly looked at the big human demon in front of him and said with some sadness: "Can the demon clan still stay in the human world?"
The wind and blood all over the mountain have become lighter with the wind and snow, but the meaning in the blood has already fallen to the human world.
Qiu Shui said calmly: "Of course, the demon clan was born in the human world. If it hadn't been for what happened to Li Asan back then, the demon clan should have lived peacefully in the human world."
The traces left by any kind of conjecture are naturally indelible in the hearts of the world.
"Senior, will you look at the affairs of the demon clan in the human world?"
Li Li looked at Qiu Shui's back with a hint of expectation.
But soon that expectation was shattered by Qiu Shui's indifferent words.
"No." Qiu Shui said lightly.
Li Li was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "So why does senior want me to come up with you?"
Qiu Shui looked at the weeds for a long time, and then said softly: "You should always remember the place where the cripple left the world."
Li Li nodded and said, "Okay."
At this point, Qiu Shui finally looked at the patch of grass seriously and carefully.
That person back then has naturally been back in the Styx for thousands of years.
so.
So those painful stories should probably have been forgotten.
So is resentment.
Qiu Shui's voice fell in the forest with relief.
"You were indeed right back then. Only Gouyan can live in the world like a human being without being discovered - because he is a human being, right?"
Qiu Shui said with regret.
"This is something neither Kamigawa nor I can do."
The white-haired woman who had been standing on the cliff for a thousand years stood there holding a sword and talking to herself.
"I wanted to tell you something about the human world, but I thought about it and let it go."
"I am no longer a human being, but you still remain in the human world. In this world for thousands of years, you must have seen it more clearly than me, and maybe you are more relieved."
Qiu Shui smiled softly.
"I didn't bring you any wine today. After your leg was broken by Tomorrow Heart, you have been suffering from rheumatism. Drinking is always bad."
"So I didn't bring anything with me. I just brought myself here so that you can see that the little demon at the tail of Styx is already very old and is about to die."
Qiu Shui stood quietly for a long time, then lowered his head and said softly: "Huang Liang is really far away from here. You may not be able to see that far away. When I go back, I will take a look at the place where we lived back then." The mountain of black soil above the autumn water, let me tell you something again."
Of course Qiushui is still there, there are many demon clans living there.
So is the Youhuang Mountains.
But many people from a thousand years ago have disappeared over the years.
There are only autumn waters and divine rivers.
Qiu Shui turned around, looked at the young man in orange behind him, and said softly: "After I leave, if you are free, you can bring him some wine."
Li Li nodded and said, "I will."
Qiu Shui turned around and took one last look at the weeds, then turned and left.
