Chen Qingshan was sitting lazily on the creek rocks. Not far away, the woman in red from the East China Sea, Qingjiao, who had followed him all the way, was sitting there concentrating on her sword intent.
Zhang Lizi, on the other hand, was holding an umbrella at the side with some trepidation. There was a fire in front of him, and a rabbit was roasting on it.
Of course it doesn't matter whether Chen Qingshan eats or not, and the same goes for green peppers.
But Zhang Lizi is still just a worldly person. Even if Chen Qingshan has taught her the practice of Shanhe Guan, for people in the world, this will not happen overnight.
First, you need to find the sense of Qi, then enter the body, and finally move around the sky.
Only then can we truly touch the threshold of spiritual practice.
Not everyone can be like the young man in Nanyi City, who opens the door to the mountains.
But when Zhang Lizi was preparing food for herself, she didn't forget to leave some for Chen Qingshan.
As for Qingjiao, this sword cultivator who obviously came here to seek revenge would naturally not eat their food.
But this is not the reason why Zhang Lizi is trembling and silent.
On the other side of this stream, there is an old Taoist. The old Taoist man was sitting there quietly in his coir raincoat, across the stream from Chen Qingshan.
It all looks like a scene of two old friends sitting opposite each other and fishing during the rainy season, when the empty mountains and clear streams pass by the rocks.
But Zhang Lizi knew very well that this was not the case.
This old Taoist appeared here to kill someone, or some people - Zhang Lizi didn't know whether he would be included in it.
After all, Chen Qingshan, who seemed to have enemies all over the world at first glance, was his master.
Zhang Lizi was roasting the rabbit uneasily while holding an umbrella, while thinking about whether the weak airflow he felt could help Chen Qingshan.
The old Taoist appeared too suddenly.
When Zhang Lizi was a little hungry and Chen Qingshan caught the rabbit for her to roast and eat, the old Taoist quietly appeared on the other side of the stream.
Zhang Lizi could sense that at that moment, his young master, who was somewhat short-sighted and could not see very far without relying on Taoism, narrowed his eyes.
It's murderous intent.
Zhang Lizi could feel what kind of emotion this was.
At that moment, she also noticed the Donghai sword cultivator not far away who was wearing red and sitting in the spring rain, and seemed to be making some faint movements.
It seemed that after following along all the way, I finally discovered some good opportunities. I began to be unable to suppress the hatred in my heart and was ready to take action.
Although the old Taoist said nothing, he didn't reveal anything.
But Zhang Lizi also understood something from the reactions of Chen Qingshan and Qingjiao.
Zhang Lizi raised his head uneasily and glanced at Chen Qingshan, who was sitting on the green stream stone.
Chen Qingshan turned his head slightly and glanced at her.
"What are you looking at me for? Look at your rabbit. I won't eat it until it's burnt."
After those brief flashes of murderous intent, Chen Qingshan became calm again, just like now, as if nothing happened.
Zhang Lizi lowered his head silently, sat by the fire with an umbrella, picked up a branch and pulled the fire inside.
The spring rain is pouring, and the story beside this stream is silent.
Chen Qingshan didn't know what Zhang Lizi was thinking.
But it doesn’t matter if you know.
Because Zhang Lizi guessed something wrong.
The old Taoist on the other side of the stream is not Chen Qingshan’s enemy.
Songxue Temple is a small temple in the world. It has not produced any disciples with outstanding talents in recent years. Naturally, Chen Qingshan will not pay attention to them.
"if not....."
In the long silence, Chen Qingshan's sudden opening made Zhang Lizi's tense nerves feel as if a thread had suddenly broken. She subconsciously shook her hand and picked the rabbit into the fire.
Zhang Lizi started to tremble all over. The little girl from Shanyue City panicked and pulled out the rabbit with an umbrella, and then hurriedly put it back on the fire rack.
Chen Qingshan glanced at Zhang Lizi silently, and suddenly felt that it was a very wrong decision for him to accept such a disciple.
"Take it and wash it."
Chen Qingshan said concisely and concisely.
"Oh, oh okay, Master."
Zhang Lizi hurriedly picked up the rabbit and walked to Chen Qingshan's side. Stepping on the green ones, like the back of a herring, towards the stone ridge that was submerged in the water, he squatted there and washed the clothes covered with fire ash. rabbit.
Chen Qingshan seemed to have returned to his original appearance, and that plain voice sounded from Zhang Lizi's back, with a slight tremor, coming towards his ears.
"If I hadn't been tricked several times by my junior brothers."
Chen Qingshan's voice paused slightly and became deeper.
"You are a dead person now, senior."
Probably getting a little closer, Zhang Lizi raised his head while washing the rabbit, and finally saw clearly the expression on the face of the old Taoist on the other side of the Spring Rain River.
It was a silent and solemn look.
This relieved Zhang Lizi's heavy heart a lot.
If the solemn one is an old Taoist, then does his master have a good chance of winning?
Zhang Lizi thought to herself.
Not far away, Qingjiao also opened her eyes in the rain. She was carrying the unnamed sword given by Wu Dalong on her back, and her Qingtuan sword was pressed on her knees.
It seems that his eyebrows are calm and there is no wave in the ancient well, but in fact, the sword intention is flowing around him, and the divine sea is crashing on the shore.
Be ready to send out that sword at any time - if the old Taoist of the Taoist sect plans to attack Chen Qingshan here.
Along the way, Qingjiao also realized that Chen Qingshan did have a lot of injuries at this time.
There was the sword wound that Zhang Xiaoyu used to strike Chen Qingshan's heart with his sword on the Mojian Cliff. Yun Zhusheng, who had traveled thousands of miles to Huangliang, inserted the plum branch into Chen Qingshan's chest to wound him. When the autumn water fell down the cliff, it brought the Sword Master's sword with it, leaving a shock wound with the sword's intention in all the Dao cultivators.
Even though he had suffered so many injuries, this Taoist who was walking around leisurely, as if he was looking at the scenery, was still extremely strong.
So this is the leader of Shanhe Guanhe Sect?
Sometimes Qingjiao is extremely determined, but sometimes she feels helpless and hesitant.
But this is not a fight.
But revenge.
She doesn't need to be stronger than such a Taoist who she can't catch up with in her lifetime.
Just kill him at any reasonable and appropriate time.
Now may be a good opportunity.
Qingjiao had never seen such an old Taoist, but she could realize from the almost stagnant breath by the stream that such a Taoist obviously posed a sufficient threat to Chen Qingshan.
Chen Qingshan.
Even though he had suffered many injuries in the human world, he was the former disciple of the Shan Sect of Shanhe Guan and Li Shanhe's most devout follower. Naturally, he should not be looked down upon.
So the Taoist looked solemn and sat there without any leakage of his aura.
Perhaps he was speculating on whether he could keep the injured Chen Qingshan in this green mountain forever.
Songxue Temple is actually very far away from here.
The old Taoist is a person who shouldn't be here.
But there was a piece of white plum in the human world, coming from the north and outside the pass, and fell on his coir raincoat.
The old Taoist is actually very confused in his heart.
He is naturally old enough, but not strong enough.
Even Ye Hanzhong didn't have the confidence to face the seriously injured Chen Qingshan. What did it mean to let him come?
It's just that the things in this world are nothing more than going to death.
Chen Qingshan is naturally different from Chen Huaifeng.
Chen Huaifeng is just a senior brother.
And Chen Qingshan is an extremely talented senior.
Therefore, when the old Taoist faced Chen Huaifeng, he was confident, but when facing Chen Qingshan, he had no confidence.
But he still came.
When Chen Qingshan appeared by the stream and caught a rabbit for his disciples to roast and eat.
The veteran Taoist has actually paid attention to Chen Qingshan's disciple for a long time.
But no matter how you look at it, this disciple doesn't seem to be very talented.
And it should be someone from the human world, so facing the story in front of her, she was very scared.
The old Taoist naturally had no idea of taking action against such a person.
He may have stepped in some rivers, but he wasn't a bad guy.
So after one glance, he always fixed his gaze on the face of Chen Qingshan, who might be thirty years old, or maybe not yet thirty years old, looking at him with such calmness and indifference.
The old Taoist said nothing.
So after Zhang Lizi's rabbit was washed, he squatted down by the stream again and continued to roast it on the fire.
In the spring rain of the green mountains, during such a confrontation, a rabbit being roasted sizzlingly was undoubtedly extremely fragrant.
So Chen Qingshan probably swallowed his saliva.
Turning back, he looked at the rabbit being roasted.
"Senior, if you don't take action, this rabbit will be cooked."
When these words fell, the rain in the mountains and rivers stopped.
Qingjiao suddenly clenched the Qingtuan Sword in her hand.
Zhang Lizi's body stiffened subconsciously.
Chen Qingshan just smiled slightly, raised one hand, the Taoist charm spread all over his body, the Taoist robe floated up, and the stream rocks under him turned into mountain rocks.
Mountains and rivers emerge between green mountains and spring streams.
"very good."
...
Zhang Xiaoyu hid in the human world.
Hidden well.
Because no one would have thought that in that small southern town, the person who played cards well despite wearing white clothes was Zhang Xiaoyu.
What's more, this is a blind man.
The inherent impression of Zhang Xiaoyu in the world still remains from a long time ago.
His poker skills were extremely bad, and his opponent was bound to hit the red number, and he was going to hit the red number.
And although this young man was very downcast, his features and eyes were clean, not a blind man with white cloth tied around his eyes.
Although the world is in chaos.
But not all places will fall to the rise of demon clan.
For example, in this town, maybe it's because there aren't any powerful demon clans around, or maybe it's because of the sword cultivator in white who killed him out of the demon clan's line with his sword in hand that day.
Anyway.
After a brief period of chaos, the town calmed down.
Some people have also been curious about the identity of this sword cultivator.
Zhang Xiaoyu stood on the street at that time, wiping the blood on his sword, and said very calmly: "My junior brother is from the Lingnan Sword Sect, and my name is Bei Dao."
When people heard about Lingnan Sword Sect, they were in awe.
Even if such a sword sect is not popular in the world of practice.
However, to the world, they are still regarded as high-ranking mountain sword cultivators.
What's more, Lingnan is very close to the human world.
Amid this chaos, the sword cultivators from Lingnan who descended in all directions stabilized the situation around Fengqiling to a great extent.
"Thank you for your hard work, senior brother."
Someone looked at the sword cultivator who was helping the building outside the town to turn the tide sincerely and thanked him.
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled slightly and replied sincerely: "You're welcome."
Then I asked them.
"Can you play cards?"
After people finally relaxed their nerves after being tense for a long time, they also wanted to take a rest.
So he nodded sincerely.
"Although I'm not from Lingnan, I still have some skills. Brother Beidao, do you want to come for a few laps?"
Zhang Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows and said, "That's natural."
So in this small town near Xuanxue City in the south, the sword cultivator in white began to quietly play cards with the people in the town.
Of course there is no safer place than the human world.
Especially on the card table in the human world.
People get slapped on the head and don’t care who is sitting at the opposite table.
Maybe after going home and scolding him for a long time, he discovered that the person who won his money was his son.
Zhang Xiaoyu became unusually generous.
A person who can always accurately give his opponent a hit will naturally not be poor at poker.
Seeing the person at the opposite table red-eyed after losing and pounding the table violently, Zhang Xiaoyu just smiled and put the winning money into his pocket, and then sincerely consoled him.
"It doesn't matter if you lose for a while, things will always turn around."
It doesn’t matter if you lose for the rest of your life.
I went to the River Styx, maybe the people there also like to play cards.
But what is more shameful in the world than a person losing to a blind man at the poker table?
The man was furious at losing, and he didn't care that the person in front of him might be a great swordsman. He didn't listen to the advice of the bystanders, borrowed some money from others, and threw the money bag on the corner of the table.
"I have to win the money back from you kid today."
It's probably very similar. I don't want to tell the world how great I am, but I must win back what I lose.
Zhang Xiaoyu could understand his mood very well.
Although this town has been well preserved amid the turmoil in the human world.
But the man's brother still died in the story of protecting the town.
But Zhang Xiaoyu was not merciful.
Instead, he won all the money he borrowed without mercy.
So the man finally walked out in despair.
Zhang Xiaoyu stopped playing cards.
He left all the money he won on the card table and walked out in the spring breeze.
The devastated man who had lost a lot of money probably finally calmed down a little in the spring wind, and saw Zhang Xiaoyu, dressed in white under the green eaves of the long street.
"Senior brother, why don't you fight?"
The man probably couldn't understand that Zhang Xiaoyu, who was lucky enough, left the poker hall like this.
Zhang Xiaoyu wore an eyeband and stood on the street with an empty scabbard on his back. He chuckled and said, "Life is more than just a card game in a card hall."
The man was silent for a while, then walked towards Zhang Xiaoyu and said sincerely: "What do you mean, senior brother?"
Zhang Xiaoyu stretched out his hand towards the spring breeze of the town outside the eaves.
There is a vast energy of heaven and earth gathering in the wind.
The man stared blankly, not knowing what it meant.
The vitality of heaven and earth kept falling into Zhang Xiaoyu's hands until it turned into a sword condensed by pure sword intention and the vitality of heaven and earth.
After the sword took shape, it hung in front of Zhang Xiaoyu, and also in front of the man.
"You may not be able to win that money back from me."
Zhang Xiaoyu said with a slight smile.
The sword suddenly shot into the sky and earth, and then dragged the sword light, and in the man's shocked eyes, it spun back and lay in front of the man.
"But it may not be impossible to win something back from the hands of the human world."
The man stood there blankly.
He stretched out his hand, but hesitated as if he was worried about being hurt by the sword.
Zhang Xiaoyu said nothing more, just turned around quietly and walked out of the town.
The sword was slowly dissipating as Zhang Xiaoyu walked away.
Finally, at a moment when the white clothes were about to disappear, the man raised his hand and grasped the sword with sword intent, so the energy of the sword intent no longer dissipated.
"what should I do?"
The man stared at Zhang Xiaoyu's back and said.
The sword cultivator in white stopped at the end of the street in the town, turned around, and stood in the spring breeze that might be blowing into the town, or maybe outside the town.
"Think about it, this is our human world, and you will know what to do."
In the midst of chaos, it is obviously extremely simple to hold a sword that is comparable to a sword cultivator in the upper realm, wave your arms, and have the world respond.
"The spring breeze of the world should not be stained with the blood of the world."
The man stood there blankly.
Yes, even if the stories in the town have calmed down, there may not be any monsters nearby again for a while.
only.
It’s just that this is the human world of the world, so why should we allow those monsters who have been given living space by us to let the spring breeze carry the smell of blood that cannot be dissipated for a long time?
The man calmed down, and the sword in his hand started to bleed.
But he didn't care and walked back into the card hall with his sword.
He wants to awaken those people who are still immersed in the short-term victory and defeat.
Zhang Xiaoyu walked out of the town.
Calmly feeling the spring breeze that should be gentle and beautiful, but carries a lot of bloody smell.
But the next moment, his expression became solemn.
It seems that there is something different in those spring breezes.
So I raised my head and looked at the stacks of green mountains in the south.
He could not see the color of those mountains, but he knew that those mountains were green, the water was green, the blood in the war behind the mountains in the distance was red, and the meat was pink and tender.
Just as he knew that the sword that suddenly appeared in the spring breeze of the world was as white as snow.
Zhang Xiaoyu's white clothes were flying around him, his sword intent was flowing around him, and his whole body was about to turn into sword light and disappear.
It's just that sword, so fast and dazzling.
When Zhang Xiaoyu saw it.
The sword passed through Zhang Xiaoyu's body.
Zhang Xiaoyu naturally doesn't know how to go too far with ghost arts, but he knows that he is too good at ghost arts, so he probably won't be able to dodge such a sword.
So he just tried to deflect his body as much as possible.
The sword came and went away suddenly.
Zhang Xiaoyu stood under the green hills outside the town, covering his heart and coughing for a long time.
The sword missed.
Just like the sword Zhang Xiaoyu stabbed Chen Qingshan.
They all passed through the heart.
Zhang Xiaoyu suppressed the sword intent in his body, and all his sword intent came out, annihilating the sword intent that was about to spread out and cause secondary damage.
The sword cultivator in white raised his head, perhaps with sadness or a smile on his face.
The only person in the world today who might know his whereabouts is Xie Chunxue.
pity.
This senior sister of his doesn't know how to use the Karma Sword.
Zhang Xiaoyu's figure quickly disappeared here.
