"I'm very poor."
Zhang Xiaoyu was still sitting on the roof of the tall building. A lot of snow had accumulated on his body. His white clothes became much cleaner again under the cover of snow.
There were footsteps stepping onto this tall building, stepping on the snow on the ridge.
Zhang Xiaoyu tilted his head and listened for a moment, and then said something like this.
"So can you share with me some of the ten thousand strings in your arms?"
Ye Hanzhong did not speak, but walked to Zhang Xiaoyu with his sword and sat down with one foot on the snowy eaves of the slope under the roof.
"Give you a little, and then what are you going to do?"
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled softly and made a sign of placing cards.
"I'm going back to Nanyi City in a while. There are too many old friends there, so I have to play some cards. If you want to play cards, you can't do it without money."
When Ye Hanzhong heard this, he rubbed the hilt of the sword in his hand, narrowed his eyes, and looked towards the south.
"What are you doing back to Nanyi City?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "Do some bad things."
Ye Hanzhong turned back and looked quietly at the white-clothed swordsman who could no longer see the human world. He looked at it for a long time before speaking slowly.
"You can't see, how can you play cards?"
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and said: "If you go out and play cards for most of the day for seven years, three hundred and sixty-five days a year, you will find that being blind will not have any impact, even if it doesn't You can touch the cards with your hands and feet to see whether they are words or flowers. If you touch the card surface, it will be very clear."
Ye Hanzhong was silent for a while, then took out a package from his arms and opened it. Several banknotes were blown away by the wind, but he didn't care. He took one from inside and handed it to Zhang Xiaoyu.
But when the swordsman in white reached out to take the money, Ye Hanzhong frowned.
Because he clearly felt a very strong murderous intention when the wind and snow blew over the banknote where the two of them met.
Ye Hanzhong let go of his hand, looked at the sword cultivator in white sitting on the roof in the snow, and said calmly: "So your Karma Sword was unsheathed for me?"
Zhang Xiaoyu carefully took the money into his arms and said, "You think too much."
Ye Hanzhong's brows still didn't loosen.
Zhang Xiaoyu put the money down, touched it again, and then continued: "But I am here, it can be said that I am waiting for you."
"Why?"
"Liu Sanyue." Zhang Xiaoyu said softly, "You also know that we in Shanhe Temple are brothers and sisters, so sometimes, we will especially cherish our friends outside the temple. Although he died in the hands of my senior brother in the end Li, but if it were me, I would also make that decision. But you are different. At that time, when he was not ready to die, you went to Dazeli to look for him. "
Ye Hanzhong looked at the sword cultivator in white quietly.
No.
It's a Taoist in white.
A sword cultivator without a sword will naturally have a greatly reduced strength.
But Zhang Xiaoyu is not only a sword cultivator, but also a Taoist.
"So sometimes I have to be a little willful."
This may be the reason why Zhang Xiaoyu still struggles sometimes.
Ye Hanzhong didn't care whether it was yes or no.
When these words fell, he took hold of his sword.
The bells of cold leaves rise from the snowy high-rise buildings and fall in the snowy mountains and rivers.
The distance between the two people was instantly stretched to an infinite distance by those images of mountains and rivers.
Taoists who fight swordsmen and those who fight witches and ghosts must find ways to close the distance, because for both, the farther the distance, the greater the threat.
However, when the Taoists and Liuyun Sword Sect were fighting, they naturally had to find ways to distance themselves.
Even if thousands of Taoist texts enter his body, he can't guarantee whether a sword from such close range will poke a hole in him.
Therefore, the distance between the two people instantly felt like a thousand miles away.
And among the tall buildings surrounded by wind and snow, the two figures disappeared in an instant.
Occasionally, a passerby who was walking on the street and saw the figure upstairs couldn't help but wonder whether he was old and frail, deaf or blind.
But probably not, because he was lucky enough to pick up a piece of money on the ground.
So he put the money in his arms and knelt down towards the tall building in the palace with great guilt, fear and piety.
"The Goddess bless you, the Goddess is kind, I... I, my subordinates, should not have spoken so loudly before... I will go home right away and give you some sacrifices..."
The passerby kowtowed devoutly in the snow on the side of the road for a long time, then stood up and hurried home.
Just a quarter of an hour ago, this man was chatting with some drinking friends in a wine shop in the city, and he probably said some very blasphemous words.
Before finally leaving, he laughed.
"If the goddess is really useful, why doesn't she help me make a fortune?"
So he made a fortune today.
...
The two young boys who followed Han Chan also made a fortune.
A bank note was blown by the wind in front of the two of them.
Han Chan stood there holding two swords, looking at the young boy who was looking down to pick up money, and also looked up at a tall building in the snowy world.
"Why is someone throwing money away?"
The young boy beside him said very suspiciously.
Hanchan lowered his head, looked at the two of them and said with grief, "Because some people don't love money."
Of course Hanchan loves money.
So he knew exactly where that money was coming from.
So when he saw that the 10,000 yuan he had allocated was wasted like this, he probably didn't feel better.
Because he was in a bad mood, he talked a lot.
"When you walk in the world from now on, you must be careful of killers who don't love money."
The young boy was probably very confused.
"Why?"
"Because if a killer doesn't love money, he just loves killing people."
The young boys stood shivering in the wind and snow, wanting to throw away the money in their hands, but they were reluctant to do so.
Finally, after looking at Han Chan's figure next to him for a long time, he calmed down and collected the money.
"There are so many! I don't know how many servings of sizzling tofu I can buy."
The teenagers looked at the amount on the banknote and marveled to themselves.
Any random drop out of ten thousand guan is not a small amount.
Han Chan's remuneration is notoriously high in the world.
It was probably because he needed enough money to tempt him to use the sword.
For example, 20,000 guan, such as 30,000 guan.
...
In the snowy mountains and rivers, Zhang Xiaoyu was still sitting on a snow-covered mountain somewhere, while on the other side of the distant mountains and rivers, Ye Hanzhong stood there calmly stroking the sword in his hand.
In the mountains and rivers, the bells are ringing.
"Is this a matter of life and death?"
Ye Hanzhong squinted his eyes and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu in the distant mountains and rivers.
The distance between the two was extremely far, but these words reached Zhang Xiaoyu's ears very clearly.
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "If you feel very angry, you can do this."
Of course Ye Hanzhong would not be angry, he just held the sword in his hand without even taking it out of the sheath, and began to walk calmly along the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.
At the beginning, it was just walking on the snow step by step, sincerely.
Gradually, the sword wind began to linger around him.
Then, the sword wind turned into sword light.
The Liuyun Sword Sect was slightly lacking in the way of sword intent, so if Zhang Xiaoyu had a sword in his hand, Zhang Xiaoyu would naturally win at this thousand-mile distance.
It's a pity that Zhang Xiaoyu doesn't have a sword in his hand now.
I probably won’t be able to use the unique skill of Mountain and River Viewing to close the distance with the Mountain and River Finger.
So Ye Hanzhong walked very calmly and indifferently.
Until it turned into sword light, sweeping up the wind and snow on the rivers and mountains, and heading towards the other side of the mountains, rivers and human world.
The bells in the snowstorm kept ringing, coming from the sword in Ye Hanzhong's hand.
In the wind and snow, the sky gradually became dim, as if it was going to be night or it was going to rain.
Ye Hanzhong's figure then disappeared from the world.
It's the time when the rain falls and the rain falls.
Zhang Xiaoyu sat there calmly, perhaps reciting something in his mouth, very briefly.
For example, come.
For example, go.
The complicated Taoist techniques have been simplified to an extremely concise level under the threat of the Tao of Sword Intent.
Just like the nine-character mantra of Hangu Temple back then.
The wind and snow rolled down on the white clothes, so the white clothes also rolled up. The Taoist robe underneath was clean, the Taoist text flowed, the words "mountain and river" fell into the mountains and rivers, and the entire mountains and rivers began to change constantly.
The mountains collapsed and the valleys rose.
The water of the river fell from the suddenly raised cliff and washed out the figure submerged in the rainy night.
Ye Hanzhong's figure is agile, walking on the water of mountains and rivers, and climbing over the mountains.
The physical beauty of the Sword Sect, which is based on the ancient style of swordsmanship, is naturally unmatched by those from the Swordsmanship Sect.
Ye Hanzhong, who came in a black robe and held a sword, passed through the stirring mountains and rivers like clouds and flowing water. All the changes in the mountains and rivers seemed to be the foreshadowing they should have, and everything happened just right.
The distance of thousands of miles was quickly shortened in the blink of an eye.
Until it enters the range of a hundred miles.
The people of Liuyun Sword Sect are not good at sword intention, but that doesn't mean they don't practice sword intention.
Sharpen your sword before killing, a place like this understands better than anyone else.
It's a pity that today's sword has not been sharpened yet.
Ye Hanzhong probably didn't expect that Zhang Xiaoyu would make such a decision.
The moment Ye Hanzhong, who was like a flowing cloud, stepped into the range of a hundred miles.
The wind in the world suddenly became more urgent.
In the wind and snow, the night was falling, and fallen leaves were falling quickly to the world, and then the subtle bells from the sword suddenly became rapid and loud.
Just like the ancient temple in Hanshan, when night falls, a bell suddenly rings that resounds throughout the world.
Ye Hanzhong's sword was unsheathed.
Then the sword disappeared into the mountains and rivers.
Half of the leaves have fallen.
Ye Hanzhong's figure also disappeared there.
Zhang Xiaoyu calmly listened to all the rumors in the world.
Color is meaningless.
Color is also something that can interfere with people’s judgment.
So he just listened to the rumors.
So those in the mind are only composed of lines in the snowy world.
Ye Hanzhong's figure and his sword are actually very clear.
Both of them turned into extremely fast lines, invisible to the world, because their vision was disturbed by the colors of the night rain.
Everything happens suddenly.
When that fallen leaf falls.
Zhang Xiaoyu put his hand into his arms.
Everyone thought he had no sword.
Actually he has.
This sword cultivator once entered the great realm in one day.
It is to enter the Tao through the red medium.
Fallen leaves fell to the ground.
The sound of the bell is very close.
Ye Hanzhong's figure appeared in front of his sword. When the sword arrived belatedly, he grabbed the hilt and stabbed it as if letting nature take its course.
However, this sword did not penetrate Zhang Xiaoyu's eyebrows.
The white-clothed swordsman's hand had already been taken out of his arms.
That's a red.
At the same time, Zhang Xiaoyu read one word in a deep voice.
List.
When hearing this low word.
Ye Hanzhong, who had always been calm, finally changed his expression.
Ye Yu had thrust out his sword, but the sword disappeared.
This sword cultivator from the Liuyun Sword Sect struck out with a bold sword, but all that was left was a bare, clenched fist, which he punched on Zhang Xiaoyu's brow.
The brow bone is naturally very hard.
Taoist brow bones are particularly hard.
Zhang Xiaoyu accepted the punch with an expressionless face, then held the red ball in his hand, clenched it into a fist, and punched it out with great pleasure.
Naturally, people from the Taoist sect would not fight head-to-head with sword cultivators from the Liuyun Sword Sect.
If their sword isn't in their hand, that's a different matter.
So that punch was full of Dao charm, and even because the palm was wrapped in a red center, the sword intent flowed across the finger bones.
It hit Ye Hanzhong directly in the face.
Come and go.
Come as you go.
Ye Hanzhong was hit directly back to where he came from by that punch.
What fell with it was the Han Zhong Sword with the sound of bells.
Zhang Xiaoyu finally stood up, facing Ye Hanzhong who was falling hundreds of miles away, twisting his fists and laughing softly.
"This punch relieves the energy."
Ye Hanzhong coughed, held his sword and stood up, looking at the white-clothed swordsman solemnly.
"How do you know the Nine-Character Mantra?"
This question was full of confusion and shock. This swordsman who was very bored in this world finally lost some of his calmness.
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "Everyone in the world knows that I can use the Karma Sword. Since I know the Karma Sword, I can also use the Nine-Character Mantra. Is there anything strange about it?"
As Cong Ren's most proud sword, the Karma Sword combines all the methods of the world, such as sword control, mastering time and space, and tracing cause and effect.
The column formula is an indispensable part of the Karma Sword.
The wind and snow in the mountains and rivers have dispersed.
Ye Hanzhong and Zhang Xiaoyu appeared on the eaves of the tall building again.
Ye Hanzhong still looked at this extremely calm swordsman in white for a long time.
After a long time, Ye Hanzhong wiped the blood from his lips, grabbed the bones on his face hard, and pushed back the distorted face.
"As expected of the Three Swordsmen in the World, Zhang Xiaoyu, I underestimated you."
This sword cultivator from Liuyun Sword Sect held his sword and walked through the wind and snow, turning around and leaving.
"That's natural."
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't look proud, he just stood there calmly, and then stretched out a hand towards the sword cultivator.
"You still need to give me some money."
Ye Hanzhong turned around and looked at the young swordsman standing on the roof.
Zhang Xiaoyu said sincerely: "Since you lost, you have to pay some money. Besides, my hand was injured by mahjong."
Ye Hanzhong was silent for a long time, then took the small bag from his arms again, unfolded it, took one and handed it to him, then turned and left.
"correct."
Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly remembered something.
"You still owe me a punch."
Ye Hanzhong stopped at the edge of the roof.
"What's the meaning?"
"What happens in the temple is the business of the temple. What about Chen Qingshan? It's not your turn to kill him. If you kill my senior brother, what should I do?"
Ye Hanzhong was silent for a long time and said calmly: "Okay."
Zhang Xiaoyu stood quietly on the eaves of a tall building.
In the sound of wind, a wild goose flew into the wind and snow.
It should be black.
.......
Autumn water.
Above the Youhuang Mountains.
This demonic land today is extremely unstable.
Demonic power filled the air, and there were shouts of killing everywhere. The bright red blood, even the white snow on the black soil, was dyed in extremely vivid colors.
In this land of black and white, there are finally some other colors.
Quran calmly walked through the cliff paths filled with demon blood and corpses, and walked towards the edge.
There is still a cliff under the cliff.
Countless demon clans were fighting below.
The Thirteen Towns of Demonic Land were officially divided today.
Feigu stood on a cliff somewhere below, raising his head and looking quietly at the old demon clan above who was once regarded as the demon master.
Fei Gu, who held the Nine Towns, once rushed to the high cliff, but was blocked back again by the monsters from the remaining four towns.
The knife in his hand was already covered with blood scabs, piling up on the handle like some red wax that was about to cool down.
Queran's eyes did not stay on Feigu, but kept moving, looking around among the cliffs covered with blood and broken limbs.
Feigu lowered his head. The long knife in his hand was filled with demonic power. He slashed the demonic power barrier of the demon clan that rushed forward with one knife, and split the man into two pieces with another knife.
Then the big demon covered in blood raised his head and looked at the man on the cliff again.
"Are you still unwilling?"
In Feigu's words, he still calls himself "you".
Queran just stood there calmly.
He looked at the knife in Feigu's hand for a long time.
That's something from Hangu Temple.
After a long time, the monsters from the Nine Towns charged onto Gao Ya again.
All the monster clans in the four towns were dead, and they were retreating upward along the cliff path.
Until everyone saw the old demon lord standing quietly.
Perhaps such a person cannot bear the title of Demon Lord in troubled times.
But the title of Demon Lord was originally given by the demons.
Queran never thought about becoming a demon lord.
Perhaps it was precisely because of this that such a drastic change occurred in the Thirteen Towns of Demonic Land.
But Que Ran knew it very well.
When he saw the knife from Daomen.
The changes in Demonic Land come from the outside world.
He initially thought that Feigu was indeed an ambitious tycoon in troubled times.
Until I saw the knife.
Only then did he realize that he was just a pitiful person who was instigated by others like Nan Chu Wu.
But he said nothing.
After passing the remaining demon tribes of the Four Towns, we stood at the end of the black cliff path covered with blood.
What the people of Nine Towns want is actually very simple.
Although they were strong in numbers, they were still missing something.
For example, it comes from the will of a demon lord that the human world has long been accustomed to.
Que Ran stood among the people, looking at them calmly, and then his eyes fell on Fei Gu.
Then he turned around and looked at the abyss beyond the cliff next to him where everything fell.
"This morning, I was here looking at the world."
Queran's voice was calm.
Feigu frowned.
"The world is indeed a beautiful place."
Que Ran turned his head and looked at Fei Gu, who was covered in the blood of his own race.
"To really turn a place like this upside down, there is no point in just some so-called lone brave men. What's more, you Fei Gu don't even have this courage."
"How come I didn't?"
"Is it because there is some blood on the body?"
Queran said with a smile.
"When you incited the Nine Demonic Towns and your first reaction was not to kill me on a high cliff and replace me, but to try to force me to compromise with the blood of your own clan, I knew that you were far inferior to Kamigawa - you Even worse than me, I thought that one day, you would come with a knife and kill me, an old man with an empty reputation. But you didn't think about it. "
Fei Gu stood there in a daze.
Queran's expression calmed down and he walked towards the cliff.
"Then so be it."
Then the old man calmly walked out of the cliff.
Like a piece of black soil, it fell down on the vast mountain.
Following closely behind are the remnants, the few remaining demon clans from the Four Towns.
They don't want to be enemies with the world, they just want to live peacefully.
But now that the Demonic Land has changed hands, they didn't struggle anymore.
When Feigu came back to his senses, he wanted to see the person who fell off the cliff.
Suddenly I realized something.
Then his head flew up, and in his whirling vision, a figure walked up to him and picked up the knife.
Although words cannot kill.
But sometimes you may not be able to borrow a knife.
It's a pity that Feigu understood it a little late.
So in the voice of someone saying in a deep voice, "From today on, I am the demon lord," everything fell into darkness.
