The card game in a small town in the East China Sea naturally ended on the first day of the new year.
But neither Shenhe nor Congren left the East China Sea.
Shenhe went to the small town under Mojian Cliff, and Cong Ren also followed there.
I have the attitude of going wherever you go in this life.
The emperor, who was dressed in black robes, let him follow him and stood calmly on the street in the town, looking up at the high cliff.
Congren is not on the street.
But in that wine shop.
Wang Xiaoer, the shopkeeper of the wine shop, had probably forgotten that this lazy-looking middle-aged swordsman in white clothes had come here to buy a bottle of wine.
Cong Ren may or may not remember, but he just asked for a bowl of noodles.
Then he sat at the window, looking at the figure outside the window, and eating big mouthfuls.
The waiter was busy in the kitchen. After the new year, the noodle shop business gradually improved for a long time, so he didn't have much chance to go to the door to eat melon seeds and look at the world.
There were some noodle eaters sitting in the noodle shop, including ordinary people, people with swords, and demons.
The relationship between the three is quite harmonious.
The matter of the Lame Deer Sword Sect finally fell on Qingtian Dao. Although it cannot be said to be a trivial matter, it will not be a factor that makes the demon clan uneasy.
Although they didn't recognize it, the man sitting at the window eating noodles was Cong Yan, the current leader of the Human Sword Sect and one of the three swordsmen in the world.
The noodle eater was talking nonsense about human affairs.
For example, why did Qingtian Dao suddenly do such a thing.
Of course the world cannot understand it.
Because Qingtian Dao himself probably didn't know why he did such a thing, it was difficult to explain, so he simply said that Mei Xiyu was crazy. After all, it was normal for Taoist people to go crazy sometimes.
It's like Qiu Shui returning to the underworld, Qiu Xi'er going up the cliff and becoming the owner of the cliff, so naturally it can no longer be regarded as the Three Swordsmen of another generation.
The tradition of selecting three swords has a long history. The earliest one came from the Seven Sons, Three Swords and One Monk in the Qingyi era.
At that time, the leader of the Seven Sons was Li Queyi, and the leader of the Three Swordsmen was Baiyi. As for the Nanyi City Bei Family, he was also from Hangu Guanbeigu, one of the Seven Sons, and Li Queyi's junior brother.
However, with the rise of Jian Zong and the decline of Dao Sect, there was no longer such a disparity in quotas.
In addition, Buddhism has become extinct, so only the name of Sanjian is still passed down.
People were discussing with great interest who would be the next Three Swordsmen.
Of course, Cheng Lu still did. After all, he was a disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect Chen Yunxi, and his age was suitable. Although he probably had no voice in the world, he was not yet twenty-five, so he was naturally not in a hurry.
As for Zhang Xiaoyu, Zhang Xiaoyu is twenty-six this year. Logically speaking, he should not be fooled by his youth in the human world, but he has no intention of submerging into the human world. He is running around mysteriously in the human world without knowing what he is doing. What's the matter? Although he is no longer a disciple of the Human Sword Sect, the identity of this white-clothed sword cultivator cannot be erased.
Naturally, the Three Swords do not necessarily come from places like the Human Sword Sect.
For example, at the west gate of Nanyi City, if this person from the Five Sword Sect was not good at swordsmanship, he would probably have some chances.
As for Chen Huaifeng and others, it is naturally impossible to take them out.
You are thirty years old and you still come out to join in the fun.
People thought about it for a long time, but they never thought that any young disciple of Jian Zong was very famous.
"The one in the East China Sea..."
Someone whispered half of it.
People naturally understood what he meant. After all, everyone is from the East China Sea, and they can understand a lot of things in just a few words.
Naturally, there was once someone in the East China Sea who was equipped with three swords.
It's just a pity that he died.
I heard that Chen Qingshan of Shanheguan was responsible for it himself.
People sighed for a while, and someone said angrily: "I'll beat this beast to death with one punch."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.
The Donghai sword cultivator in the enlightened realm said sarcastically: "I'm just kidding."
Of course it's a joke.
After all, that was Chen Qingshan.
The cultivation of mountains and rivers.
Whether they are joking or not, these Donghai sword cultivators still have to admit that the next generation of the Sword Sect does not seem to have any outstanding disciples.
Although it is not a matter of indifference, but coupled with Zhang Xiaoyu's loss to Li Shi last year, the disappearance of the Congren Shenhe, Qiu Shui's return to the Styx, many things are intertwined, which makes people a little uneasy.
People sighed and said, "I don't know why Senior Cong Ren only accepted Hu Lu as a disciple after Zhang Xiaoyu."
Liuyun Sword Sect has an average reputation, Mojianya doesn't care about worldly affairs, let alone accepts disciples.
The Human Sword Sect is naturally responsible for half of the Sword Sect's sky.
"Could it be that the Sword Sect really has no good seeds left?"
"Hey, what you said makes us all look like rotten fish."
Some people laughed when they heard this.
Everyone turned to look at the sword cultivator in white at the window.
As we all know, sword cultivators in white are generally not ordinary people.
It's just that the white-clothed sword cultivator didn't have any particularly extraordinary temperament, nor did he have a very sharp sword intent.
He looks like an ordinary middle-aged man.
Cong Ren has been sleeping beside the Peach Blossom Bridge of the Sword Sect in the world all year round. Naturally, not many people in the world recognize him.
Seeing everyone looking over, Cong Ren said with a smile: "I have been to Nanyi City before, and I heard from people there that it seemed that he was too lazy, so he didn't accept any disciples."
"It probably has nothing to do with whether there are good seedlings in the world or whether they are rotten fish or rotten shrimps."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
After all, no one wants to admit that they are a rotten fish.
What's more, Donghai Sword Cultivator is not a rotten fish. Among the many sword cultivation places in the world, Donghai Sword Sect is also at the forefront.
"Master Congren Sect is good at everything, but he is too lazy. As long as he is more diligent, the Sword Sect will not be at odds with the Taoist Sect."
Cong Ren didn't answer any more, turned to look out the window, thinking to himself.
Lazyness is my only advantage, boy.
For Cong Ren, a man who has lived for more than a thousand years, it is natural that the whole audience is filled with brats.
Cong Ren was thinking about it, but his expression turned serious the next moment.
The man in black robe who had been standing on the street outside the window for a long time suddenly started to move.
Cong Ren watched calmly, then pushed away the bowls and chopsticks in front of him, stood up, lifted the door curtain and walked out.
The Divine River is heading towards Mojian Cliff.
Cong Ren followed with his sword.
The two walked down the street one behind the other.
He didn't walk very fast, just like the rest of the world walking.
Therefore, no one noticed these two strange-looking people.
The two of them left the town all the way, and it was not until the path leading to the Gaoya Sword Steps that Shenhe stopped. He turned back and looked at Cong Ren quietly, and said calmly: "We must make Chen Yunxi come forward." , are you willing to give up?"
Chen Yunxi may not be the strongest swordsman in the world, but he must be the most mysterious among the three swordsmen. He has been in the Liuyun Mountains for thousands of years and has never been seen by the world.
Cong Ren said calmly: "It's you who refuse to give up."
Kamigawa said calmly: "I just want to go up the cliff and have a look."
Cong Ren stood there holding his sword and said sincerely: "I just want to go up the cliff and have a look."
A sword cultivator passed by in the distance, and he probably vaguely heard Chen Yunxi's words, but he didn't know what they were talking about.
So I didn't pay attention. After all, the atmosphere was not very friendly.
It wouldn't be a wonderful thing if he got over there if nothing happened, but if he got affected and got beaten.
The two stood there for a long time.
Then Kamigawa said calmly: "Then let's go and see together."
Cong Ren raised his eyebrows.
"good."
The two of them headed towards the high cliff one after the other.
It's just that whether it's Shenhe or Congren, they still haven't climbed the cliff.
Because someone was standing there to stop them.
Qiu Xi'er was dressed in a white dress, with a waterfall of black hair scattered around, and she stood there with a cold expression while holding a sword.
"What are you two uncles trying to do?"
Cong Ren said calmly: "You have to ask him about this."
Kamigawa said calmly: "I heard that the scenery on the cliff is very good. I want to go up and see the sea."
Qiu Xi'er stood on the sword steps filled with sword intent, frowning and looking at Kamigawa for a long time.
"Your Majesty is sitting on the earth. What kind of sea has he not seen? Why go to the cliff?"
This woman in a white dress who had just climbed to the top of the cliff no longer called her uncle, but her majesty.
Maybe it also has some ironic meaning.
Kamigawa said slowly: "There are many human worlds in the human world, including the Styx human world, the East Sea human world, and the heavenly human world. What I have is only the human world that the world sees."
"But that is the best of all things, Your Majesty."
"My human world is naturally the best human world." Kamigawa said calmly. "But that doesn't stop me from seeing other human worlds."
Qiu Xi'er's eyes fell on Kamigawa's right hand under the black robe.
She could vaguely feel that Mo Jian Ya's sword intention was heading there.
Kamikawa calmly clasped his hands behind his back.
Not hiding.
But if I don’t want to show it to you, you can’t see it.
"Do you want to see the human world or the sword?"
Kamigawa said calmly: "Anything is fine."
Qiu Xi'er said calmly: "But there are neither of these on the cliff."
Kamikawa raised his head, looked past the woman in the white dress, and looked all the way up, past the sword intention, past the sea of clouds, and seemed to have landed on the top of the cliff.
The three of them were deadlocked there.
Qiu Xi'er will naturally not be Kamigawa's opponent.
But behind Kamigawa, there was still a Congbian with a square inch.
After a long time, Shenhe lowered his head again, looked at Qiu Xi'er on the sword steps, and said calmly: "Mojian Cliff is no longer the Mojian Cliff it used to be. You can't keep that sword."
The cliff was filled with sword intent, but Qiu Xi'er just stood calmly among them.
"Your Majesty, you can give it a try."
Kamigawa said nothing more, did not climb the cliff, turned around and left here.
Cong Ren stood there for a long time, looking up at Gao Ya.
This high cliff seems to be really not that high.
Cong Ren lowered his head and glanced sadly at the isolated woman in white dress on the cliff.
Qiu Xi'er held her sword and saluted.
"Uncle, walk slowly."
Cong Ren nodded.
Kamigawa once again stood by the stream outside the town of Donghai Town.
Cong Ren also came over.
This place is the place where Mr. Li died many years ago.
"You are the one who sees fate."
Kamigawa said slowly.
"So, can you see the ending of such a story?"
This is a question that has absolutely no relevance to the current story.
Cong Ren said calmly: "You and I will both die without even looking at something like this."
This sounds like nonsense.
As long as you live, you will naturally die.
The wind never ends, the rain never ends.
Life is like a rainstorm in quiet years.
When the rain stops, everything will return to peace.
Kamigawa quietly looked at the stream flowing to the East China Sea for a long time, and then said slowly: "You know whose hand that sword will fall into, don't you?"
"I don't know." Cong Ren said calmly, "I'm just following the path that everything should take."
Kamikawa raised his hand. Under the black imperial robe was Qingxuanxu's arm bone, which had been completely integrated with Kamikawa's body.
"So if you can follow fate, why can't you follow me?"
Cong Ren held his sword and looked up at the sky by the stream, and said softly: "Do you think that following fate is also following God's will?"
Kamigawa raised his eyebrows and said, "Isn't it?"
Cong Ren smiled sarcastically.
"Compliance with fate is just compliance with oneself."
"And conforming to you is not."
"Senior brother, you are not someone who will prosper if you obey me, and perish if you go against me, at least not in my case."
Kamigawa said calmly: "Yes. You and I are the ones who guess the leaves in each other's palms."
Kamikawa looked towards the human world.
"I'm guessing what you want to do, and you're guessing what I want to do."
Cong Ren turned around and walked along the clear stream.
"I didn't have to guess, I always knew."
Cong Ren stopped not far away, looked back at Shenhe, who was wearing an imperial robe, and said softly: "You are the first person in the world to kill me."
Kamigawa remains calm.
"Yes."
Kamigawa raised his head and looked at the extremely distant sky.
"People like me don't want to go to heaven."
"It's a pity."
...
Zhang Xiaoyu was sitting on a cliff somewhere. On the edge of the cliff was a woman in white wearing a bamboo hat, with a sword like snow on her waist.
Two teenagers were fishing by the lake, so they didn't know the story here.
Xie Chunxue looked at the sword cultivator in white beside him curiously.
"I thought you wouldn't know I existed."
Zhang Xiaoyu sat there and laughed softly: "I know some stories of senior Bu Suanzi, so naturally I will know some earlier stories."
Xie Chunxue nodded clearly and said, "So that's the case, but you are not allowed to say that I am his great-grandmother."
Zhang Xiaoyu said with a smile: "That's natural. After all, you are my senior sister. If you say this, it always makes people think that I want to take advantage of that senior."
In a human world that lasts for hundreds of years, people like Cong Ren who have lived for thousands of years are naturally generational killers.
Xie Chunxue naturally didn't care.
As for Xie Chaoyu, she had actually only met him once.
For a reproductive race, if the seniority is too high, the blood relationship will gradually become alienated.
What this woman in white cares about is nothing more than her age.
After all, who doesn’t like to look youthful and beautiful?
Sword cultivators are human beings too.
Xie Chunxue is also a woman.
Of course, Cong Ren didn't care. Anyway, for him, besides sleeping, he just watched peach blossoms.
But Xie Chunxue can't.
Many years ago, I met a familiar junior fellow student on the road. The latter had grown old, but he still called her senior sister in a big way on the street.
Xie Chunxue was so angry many times.
Doesn't he know that a woman's biggest secret is her age?
So it’s not unreasonable to meet an old acquaintance and plop back home to look in the mirror.
You are as old as he is.
The two sat in the drizzle on the cliff for a while, Zhang Xiaoyu looking down at the clear pools below.
Probably because of invisible reasons, he could clearly detect the wandering sword intent in it.
"I have also heard some rumors in the world." Xie Chunxue said slowly.
Sitting by the lake and fishing all year round, there are always visitors from the north and south.
Zhang Xiaoyu sat there in silence.
Nothing was said.
The two of them seemed to be playing riddles.
Xie Chunxue sighed.
"Why are you bothering? Zhang Xiaoyu."
Zhang Xiaoyu turned his head and looked at the world quietly.
After a long time, Zhang Xiaoyu spoke. He did not answer the question, but said softly: "If possible, senior sister will leave junior brother here."
Xie Chunxue said calmly: "I can't do this."
Zhang Xiaoyu naturally did not force himself, stood up and left from the other side of the cliff.
"Then I will wait for him at the foot of the cliff."
Zhang Xiaoyu is naturally also a disciple of the Human Sword Sect.
Hu Lu is also his junior brother.
So everything seems to make sense.
Xie Chunxue said nothing.
The two teenagers were fishing very quickly.
Therefore, the meeting between Zhang Xiaoyu and Xie Chunxue was extremely short.
Just came here to make a request.
Xie Chunxue refused, and Zhang Xiaoyu left.
The woman in white had a sword hanging from her waist, sitting quietly on a cliff that was not very high, looking at the two young men walking back slowly in the drizzle of the bamboo forest in the distance.
Is it good or bad.
Xie Chunxue didn't want to go into details.
What the general situation of the world is like has nothing to do with her.
She is just a fisherman in the world.
There is no such thing as fishing, just fishing to kill time.
So I probably didn't think of going to the other side of the lake to ask Ye Zhuliu, who was missing a door.
When Lu Xiaoer came back with the fish, he found Xie Chunxue running up the cliff again.
So he called her from below.
"Senior, the fish is back!"
Xie Chunxue's figure soon appeared at the edge of the clear pool.
Lu Xiaoer didn't know whether she came down, or whether she was like the sword cultivator in his imagination, flying across the sky, dressed in white, holding a sword like snow, floating down.
Because he was placing the fishing rod next to the small bamboo house.
When he looked up, Xie Chunxue had already come down.
Xie Chunxue stood next to the two teenagers as if nothing happened. But when he saw the fish, he was a little surprised and said: "So big? How did you catch it?"
"A total of seventeen pounds." Lu Xiaoer couldn't help but feel a little proud. After all, it was rare to be so surprised by a Daohai Jiudie sword cultivator. "That's how I caught it. Once I cast the rod, as soon as I reeled it in, it came up."
"Of course, this was caught by my uncle."
Lu Xiaoer naturally did not forget to add this sentence.
Xie Chunxue glanced at Nan Dao. Although the latter remained calm, there was still a very subtle smile hidden on his lips under the umbrella.
"sharp!"
Xie Chunxue admired sincerely.
Sincere praise from a fisherman is naturally extremely rare.
