Of course there is nothing in the letter.
Just a 'good' word.
Xie Chunxue stared at the word 'good' and studied it with a frown for a long time, not knowing what it meant.
Then he turned to look at Nandao under the cliff and asked sincerely: "What does this mean?"
Nan Dao was still restrained from head to toe by the sword's will on the bamboo platform, so he naturally ignored Xie Chunxue.
Xie Chunxue probably realized this and took back those sword intentions.
But even if Nan Dao was sitting there, it would be impossible to say such a thing.
Xie Chunxue stared at it for a long time. Nan Dao had no intention of speaking. He just held an umbrella and picked up money on the bamboo platform.
"Tell Senior Sister, Senior Sister can teach you some swordsmanship, from the Human Sword Sect, inherited from Mojian Cliff."
Xie Chunxue was there to seduce Nan Dao.
Even though Xie Chunxue regarded herself as senior sister very intimately.
Nandao remained unmoved.
After picking up the money, he stood under the umbrella, raised his head and looked at the cliff, and said seriously.
"Senior, you should give up on this. I won't tell you."
Xie Chunxue was speechless.
The two were in a stalemate for a long time, and Xie Chunxue returned the letter to Nan Dao in despair.
"You young man, you are so abominable!"
The fisherman left the cliff angrily.
So there is no fishing today.
Nan Dao carefully put the letter back into his arms, thinking, could it be my fault too?
Of course, Nan Dao had no intention of arguing with Xie Chunxue about right and wrong.
After all, this is something that is meaningless and has no outcome.
Nan Dao originally thought that Xie Chunxue would continue to stay on the cliff, but not long after, he saw her put on her bamboo hat again and walked down the cliff with her sword in her arms.
"Where are you going, senior?"
Nan Dao subconsciously retreated to the edge of the bamboo platform with some lingering fear.
Although Xie Chunxue didn't have any ill intentions.
But after all, being tossed around like this is always uncomfortable.
Xie Chunxue glanced sideways at Nan Dao and said angrily: "Go and see your nephew fishing."
Nan Dao was silent and did not answer any more words. He sat quietly on the bamboo platform, like a mushroom growing after the spring rain.
Xie Chunxue walked around the clear pool, stopped again on the bamboo forest path, looked back at Nandao and said: "Are you really not tempted? Yun Poyue, Luan Hong flew across the swing to go to these sword techniques, ordinary people can't You can’t learn it!”
Nan Dao thought to himself that I wasn't tempted when Cao Weiying taught Lu Xiao and the two of them a line in the world, so how could I be tempted now?
So he just sat on the stage and began to cultivate his sword intent.
Xie Chunxue simply turned and left.
...
Lu Xiaoer was beaten extremely miserably by those fish, and from time to time he would float to the surface of the lake, holding his sword and looking at the sky on earth, gasping for air.
There are fish tail marks visible to the naked eye on his face.
I already have crow’s feet at a young age, will I still get them in the future?
Lu Xiaoer lowered his head and looked at his supposedly handsome face in the rippling lake water.
After lamenting for a while, he dove in again.
Although Xie Chunxue said that there is only one pole a day.
Lu Xiaoer didn't land anyway, so it was just one shot.
The young boy thought confidently.
Not long after Lu Xiaoer plunged into the lake again, Xie Chunxue, carrying a sword, walked out from the depths of the bamboo forest. From time to time, many ripples spread out in the lake, as if some fierce battle was taking place below.
Fight with fish?
Xie Chunxue was holding the sword on her chin by the lake, thinking with interest.
It does seem to be a very interesting thing.
Unfortunately, since he was wearing white clothes, it was always awkward to enter the water, so Xie Chunxue gave up the idea.
One day we can let Ye Zhuliu go down and fight with them.
If you lack one skill and don't care about worldly affairs, fighting with a group of fishes in the lake will naturally not be considered worldly affairs.
After all, worldly affairs in the narrow sense are just the affairs of the world.
Xie Chunxue looked at the lake for a while, then turned into sword light and disappeared here.
It’s natural to watch Lu Xiaoer fishing.
It's just that Xie Chunxue didn't say how long he would watch for.
Looking at it for a day is also looking at it, and taking a glance at it is also looking at it.
...
There was a splash of blood on the peach blossom pierced by the branch.
It looks extremely bright.
A young Taoist walked slowly along the street, stopped under the wall, and looked up at the bright red peach blossoms on the wall.
The tone is so rich that the peach blossoms don't even look like peach blossoms.
The Taoist watched there quietly for a long time, but there were still many noisy sounds outside the town.
From time to time, a scoop of blood would splash high and far, rushing up to the sky in the spring breeze, and then falling to the world.
If the heads are really fruits, then why can’t people in the world smell the mellow aroma of ripe fruits?
The world only smells of blood.
The Taoist smelled the smell, his expression remained calm, and he just looked at the peach blossoms on the branches quietly.
Someone was tugging at his robe.
The Taoist lowered his head and saw a child with fear in his eyes.
"Are you a real person on the mountain?"
Probably a child who was hiding in the yard and watching saw this Taoist who looked very extraordinary, so he ran out fearfully, hoping to get some help.
Ye Zhuliu looked at him quietly for a long time, then raised his head again and said calmly: "No, I am a worldly person wearing a Taoist robe."
The child was trembling all over, with some disappointment, and said in a trembling voice: "Everyone in the town is dying."
"I sympathize." Ye Zhuliu did feel pity.
But pity stops at pity.
"But my realm is low and I can't help you."
As a cultivator of the Great Dao, Ye Zhuliu said sincerely that his realm was low.
The child stood there at a loss, looking at the Taoist in front of him who was calmly looking at the bloody peach blossoms on the branches.
Then he said with a trembling voice: "Then you'd better run away. They said the town is going to turn into a monster land."
Ye Zhuliu shook his head when he heard this and said softly: "How could the town become a demon land? It's just a human world."
Just the human world.
What is missing is a person who sincerely accepts all changes in the world and sits quietly and observes.
Maybe it really won't turn into a demon soil.
The original demon race has no foundation and is a non-reproductive race.
"But when everyone is dead, why can they still be called the human world?"
Ye Zhuliu lowered his head calmly.
"People will never die. The human world is far more powerful than the world knows. All hasty interference is the source of their deviation from their destiny."
Of course children cannot understand such words.
He could only vaguely feel that this Taoist was very powerful, but he didn't want to take action.
Maybe not?
Children could also see the unbearable look on Ye Zhuliu's young features.
He couldn't understand.
Why can't he be like those sword cultivators in the mountains and work hard to defend this town?
The child let go of the Taoist's clothes, turned around and walked silently towards the alley.
As he walked, he looked back at the outside of the town and everything in a hurry.
There seemed to be a flash of sword light between heaven and earth.
The child stopped there in a daze.
Because all the sounds are gone.
Those fruit-like heads no longer flew up, crossed the barriers that protected the town, and appeared in the children's sight with all kinds of cruelty.
He stood on the edge of the blood-stained street and heard a very cold and indifferent voice.
"Is it enough?"
Everything was as silent as a cicada.
Stories outside the town stopped.
Ye Zhuliu stood by the wall and looked at the peach blossom with a smile on his lips.
Then he turned around and walked towards the town's fortress, stepping on the corpses of those people, all the way to the top.
Outside the town, there are tired sword cultivators, injured people, and angry monsters.
They were separated at the foot of a mountain outside the town.
There is a woman in white clothes on the mountain road, wearing a bamboo hat, frowning and standing indifferently among the crowd.
Yes, everyone.
Ye Zhuliu always thought that this was just a mountain fire that ignited the world.
No rice, no tares.
All of us are just weeds on the earth, looking up and chasing the sky in the flow of fate.
Ye Zhuliu, wearing a fluttering Taoist robe, stood high in the spring breeze, quietly watching the battle in the small town calm down.
Xie Chunxue stood on the mountain road holding a sword and had no intention of reasoning with them.
When a story like this can keep fighting in the town for so long.
It is not something that reason can prevent.
Jian Zong probably also likes to convince people with virtue.
Although the demon clan, the world, and the Lingnan sword cultivator did not know who such a woman was, they also knew very well that when such a sword cultivator appeared here, all the stories would be forced to stop.
Perhaps finally some demon tribe who lived longer remembered the story from one or two hundred years ago and recognized the identity of this woman.
So I brought some uncontrollable anger.
"It was you, the Human Sword Sect, who took action first."
Xie Chunxue turned back and looked at the older demon clan quietly.
There was no such thing as saying that Zhang Xiaoyu was no longer a disciple of the Human Sword Sect.
This woman in white, who was humming and catching fish all day long, just looked calmly at the demon clan who were still a little restless.
"Yes, so what?"
Everyone fell silent.
When Jian Zong really doesn't want to reason, the world can feel the sharp-edged momentum from those usually peaceful sword cultivators.
Xie Chunxue's sword was not unsheathed from the beginning to the end, but everyone felt as if such a sword as bright as white snow had fallen on their necks.
"You have been able to live for such a long time, so naturally you are already a demon."
Some among the demons still tried to change Xie Chunxue's mind.
Xie Chunxue looked calm.
"I rarely have worries on weekdays. Because I usually don't distinguish these things so clearly. Whether it's a human or a demon, it's just a creature that relies on heaven and earth to live. What it is has never been important. I thought that after a thousand years , people in the world should always see through these things. But I didn’t expect that you still have this fragile sensitivity that can be easily exploited.”
The demon clan fell silent.
They are naturally sensitive.
What is different from the rest of the world is that they have strong monster bodies, but extremely weak minds.
"The warnings that the monsters from thousands of years ago gave us through their wanderings are always valuable."
Some demons argued.
"Our willingness to coexist with you is the prerequisite for making it valuable." Xie Chunxue said calmly. "Nanyi City is surrounded by southern soldiers, but it still allows you to light fires in the world. You should know a lot of things."
Xie Chunxue said word for word.
"Because from the beginning to the end, we have defined these things as civil strife, not invasion."
"But that's not why you let all the noise go away."
"I have never read this story because I thought you would know the rules and know when to stop."
Xie Chunxue's eyes were filled with disappointment.
She is a human being, but she is also a demon.
She also has demon blood and demon power in her body.
The person who transforms into a demon and the original demon clan have always been just a matter of title.
So what brought her to this town behind the plains and mountains today?
It was yesterday's pot of peach blossom wine that smelled of human blood and demonic blood.
Xie Chunxue looked down at the Snow White Sword in his hand.
"The more blood of the world you have in your hands, it will only push you further into the abyss where you cannot return to the human world."
"This is the real story of irreversibility."
The snow-white sword came out of its sheath, carrying an awe-inspiring sword intent in the spring breeze that reigned supreme among the world.
Xie Chunxue stood in the spring breeze dressed in white, looking at everyone quietly.
"So, do you want to continue?"
There was silence all around.
No one said anything more.
Those demon clans lost their demon clan characteristics, their demon power converged, and they were like ordinary people again, moving around in silence.
Ye Zhuliu passed over the tired Lingnan sword cultivators and corpses on the ground and stopped next to Xie Chunxue.
"What happens in one town cannot change the overall situation in the world."
Ye Zhuliu said very clearly.
"Even Xie Chunxue can't shake the entire demon clan in the human world."
Even the prime minister can only make the south of Lingnan as less chaotic as possible.
The demon clan in the town is naturally weak in demon power, and there are no real demon cultivators.
Xie Chunxue sheathed her sword and stood, looking at the calm town in the spring breeze, and said slowly: "If a town can be calmed down, there will be peace in the world. Since I am here, after all, I want to watch these things among the spring breeze, rivers and forests. Some."
"As for the general trend of the world."
Xie Chunxue looked at the world quietly.
"That's Kamigawa's business."
Ye Zhuliu said nothing more.
There is a missing door from a human perspective.
In fact, it is a place trapped in a prison of fate.
They dare not do something because they are always worried that it will make all their fate slip towards a more bleak ending.
Just like what Fortune teller and Wang Xiaohua once said about the relationship between fate and the fact that it is going to rain.
Someone was about to go out, and you saw your fate and knew it might rain, so you gave the hesitant person an umbrella.
So he went happily.
But just like the last sentence of Bu Suanzi - who said that what falls from the sky must be rain?
People who went out took umbrellas with them, but they were hit by hail.
Then he froze to death in the forest.
People who look at their fate are always cautious.
Even Cong Ren dared not step into the three-foot principle of fate.
So Ye Zhuliu faced the small town child and just said seriously that he was of low status.
Dazed and brave.
Knowing the destiny leads to cowardice.
Perhaps this is what Xie Chunxue once said to Lu Xiaoer, not knowing where life and death will come from, so that they can face it calmly.
Naturally, Xie Chunxue didn't say anything to Ye Zhuliu's observation.
But for some reason, Ye Zhuliu started to sigh.
Xie Chunxue looked at the young Taoist next to him with a strange expression.
"Why are you sighing?"
Ye Zhuliu said softly: "In life, it is inevitable that the road will be bumpy. Even my master does not know what will happen in the future."
Xie Chunxue did not speak, but looked at the Taoist in front of him quietly.
If relationships were based on seniority, Ye Zhuliu would naturally be much different from her.
However, Xie Chunxue still looked at him calmly.
Ye Zhuliu turned back, looked at Xie Chunxue, and said softly: "So sometimes if you wait and wait, you may not wait until I am really as old as you."
Xie Chunxue now roughly understood what Ye Zhuliu meant, with a smile on her lips, she looked up at the world.
"You have to know that this can be regarded as an act of deceiving your master and destroying your ancestors."
Ye Zhuliu said sincerely: "Destiny is something that even if my master comes here, there is nothing to say about it."
Xie Chunxue held her sword and headed in the spring breeze in the direction she came from.
He said arrogantly: "It depends on my mood."
Ye Zhuliu watched from behind the woman in white wearing a bamboo hat and holding a sword as she walked away proudly. He did not follow her, but just smiled slightly from behind.
although.
Although this is really a shameful thing.
After all, his master is a fortune teller.
When Bu Suanzi was in Qingtian Dao, there was a man named Xie Chaoyu.
Xie Chaoyu has a great-grandmother.
His name is Xie Chunxue.
...
Le Chaotian was sitting in the small building, where Lu Xiaosan was packing his luggage.
He has already memorized the names of the swords in Cao Weiying Sword Lake.
If that Qingshang boy wants to write poetry in the future, he can only let his junior brothers and sisters do it.
By the way, didn’t Uncle Wu accept a disciple not long ago?
That is my little junior sister!
Lu Xiaoer has been busy memorizing sword names these days, leaving early and returning late. He has no time to see what his junior sister, who should be small and fragrant, and who will cry for a long time after being punched, looks like.
While packing there, I fell into deep thought.
Why don't you go take a look today?
Lu Xiaosan glanced at Le Chaotian, who was sitting in front of the piano in the corridor outside the building, and thought that the musician uncle was not in a hurry anyway, so let's go and take a look first.
Thinking of this, Lu Xiaosan put down his luggage with a smile on his face, took his bell and ran downstairs.
Le Chaotian didn't notice the young boy leaving.
Sitting there quietly, a rather mysterious Taoist rhyme slowly circulated around him. For some reason, the Taoist rhyme suddenly disappeared and he laughed to himself.
Raise your hand to play the piano.
There is a rather charming smile on his face.
Le Chaotian smiled and played the harp, and with his rhyme and words, he headed towards the East China Sea in the spring breeze.
The above is a sentence.
——Senior brother, your great-grandmother wants to dip again.
Le Chaotian probably never thought about it. He originally wanted to see what happened to his young senior brother.
In the end, I saw something about another senior brother.
It was just a song. Le Chaotian stood up happily and stood in the spring breeze of the small building. The wrinkles on his clothes that he had been sitting on for a long time were gradually smoothed.
Very happy.
"Lu Xiaosan, have you packed your luggage?"
No one answered for a long time.
Le Chaotian turned around and realized that Lu Xiaosan had disappeared.
Probably thinking of something, Le Chaotian chuckled again.
There is so much joy in the world.
Only those who enjoy it can be those who see it.
So I don’t know what Lu Xiaosan will think when he sees Chu Yao.
