"Senior brother, is it almost time to reach Qiushui?"
In the small town under the cliff in the East China Sea, Cong Ren sat on the street with his sword in his arms, basking in the warm spring sun and blowing the salty and warm sea breeze, with a bowl of freshly cooked noodles beside him.
Although Wang Xiaoer, the shopkeeper of the noodle shop, didn't know why the sword cultivator in white didn't do anything but just wandered around the town all day, following the man in black robe whom he called senior brother, and never paid for the noodles, he still Give him a few bowls of noodles every day.
Naturally, there is no intention of making friends with sword cultivators to see if they can reach the sky in one step.
For people in the East China Sea, the sky is right in front of them, the sword cliff on earth surrounded by small towns.
But Cong Ren once told him that a disciple would come to settle the bill for him in the future.
Wang Xiaoer could no longer remember that this swordsman had actually come to his shop for a drink.
As for whether you were given money at that time?
Naturally, I don’t remember such things.
But Wang Xiaoer still served him noodles sincerely.
I don’t really believe that any disciple will come to settle the bill.
It’s just that it’s obvious that there’s nothing the world can do about a sword cultivator who plans not to pay.
Wang Xiaoer thought to himself, what can I do?
This sword cultivator is very good at fighting at first glance. Even if he asks the sword cultivator in the town to bring justice, if he doesn't win and ends up tearing his face, wouldn't it be worse?
Wang Xiaoer's only consolation is that this swordsman really likes to eat his noodles.
One day he caught a cold and was out of business for a day. However, when he opened the door the next day, he saw this swordsman squatting at the door in a very ungraceful way, holding a sword, with a bowl of unfinished food next to him. , the noodles from other people’s houses in town have been dried, obviously from yesterday.
I waited sincerely for him to open the door to eat noodles.
From then on, Wang Xiaoer never asked him about money again.
Because Wang Xiaoer felt that he might have found the greatest soulmate in his life.
What could be happier than a chef having a fan who loves the food he cooks?
So having said that.
Although Cong Ren never gave him money, Wang Xiaoer used the best ingredients and the most careful techniques every time he served him noodles.
So I have said so much just to say one thing.
The bowl of noodles placed on the steps next to me was really delicious.
When Cong Ren said those words while looking at Kamigawa standing quietly on the side of the street looking at the town next to him, his mind was actually a little distracted by the bowl of noodles.
So after finishing speaking, Cong Ren didn't wait for Kamigawa's answer, he picked up the sea bowl, picked it up with chopsticks, stirred the sauerkraut with the sprinkling of spicy oil and chopped green onions, and then ate it with big mouthfuls.
Kamigawa heard the snoring sound behind him, turned his head and glanced at Cong Ren silently.
Although the long street in the early morning was steaming with the heat of the sword-forging furnace and had sea breeze on the pavements, there were not many pedestrians.
So Kamigawa said bluntly: "Can you pay attention to your image?"
Cong Ren never thought that that small shop that made extremely unpleasant wine could make a bowl of noodles so delicious. He picked out a large piece of noodles with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, while talking very vaguely. .
"Actually, I don't like staying in Nanyi City."
This sentence may have nothing to do with Kamigawa's problem.
So Cong Ren also felt that he had gone too far. After swallowing the noodles, he stopped briefly and sat on the steps in front of the store, holding the sword in his arms, holding the sea bowl in one hand, and holding the sea bowl in the other. The chopsticks were stained with some chopped green onions and chili peppers, and were dripping with oil. They looked like a farmer squatting on a field edge eating noodles and suddenly started thinking about this year's harvest.
"Because everyone in Nanyi City knows me."
Cong Ren continued to speak, still with that lazy look on his face.
"They all know that I am one of the Three Swordsmen in the World, so I can only save some face, pretend to be very indifferent, very lazy, or simply sleep in the Sword Sect and don't care about anything."
Cong Ren lowered his head, inserted his chopsticks into the noodles, and repeatedly turned the noodles in the bowl.
"But senior brother is also from the Human Sword Sect. The old bastard who laughed in the bushes loved nothing more than watching the peach blossoms and the girls washing their feet by the bridge. The Human Sword Sect, if you can't live like a worldly person, Why don’t we call it Mojian Cliff?”
Kamikawa was silent.
"Actually, you and I are both deeply influenced by that old bastard, or in other words, the entire Human Sword Sect is like him smiling in the bush, even though the Human Sword Sect was founded by Master Xieqiao , but what really gives this sword sect its unique flavor is Cong Zhongxiao.”
Cong Ren didn't know what he thought of, so he stuck his chopsticks in the bowl and smiled softly.
"So I also like peach blossoms and look at women's feet, but there is no need for a second Cong Zhongxiao in the world, so I have to be a Cong Ren. Speaking of which, senior brother, do you know what my biggest regret is?"
Kamigawa looked at him quietly and said, "What is it?"
Cong Ren had a melancholy smile on his face.
"I haven't been able to see the feet of the goddess Yao Ji. That woman named Li Qinghua is good at everything, but she likes to do some very stupid things. For example, I give her a pair of floral socks and shoes when she has nothing to do. You think this is so annoying. ?”
Kamigawa turned away.
Probably he didn't want to admit that this person sitting at the door holding a sea bowl and eating noodles, talking endlessly, was Cong Ren, his junior brother, and the three swordsmen in the world who were strong but lazy.
"I know that senior brother doesn't want to admit it."
Cong Ren smiled.
The world has probably never seen such a cluster of blades.
Even if he slept in a pool all day long and ate candied haws on the streets of Nanyi City when he had nothing to do, the world would only think that this was the unique style of this swordsman who had lived for more than a thousand years.
but.
"But I'm just a human being, not a dream. Is there anything that the world can do that we can't do?"
Cong Ren lowered his head and continued to eat his noodles.
Wang Xiaoer's noodles are really delicious.
The bright soup base, paired with the spicy chili oil and greasy chopped green onions, made Cong Ren extremely satisfied.
Kamigawa listened to the snoring sound of eating noodles for a long time, and then said slowly: "You talk a lot today."
Cong Ren said sincerely: "Yes, because what senior brother did reminded me of the time when I was teased by Gou Gou a long time ago."
Cong Ren raised his head and talked about those years with great nostalgia.
"He used a technique of transcendence, which put me in a dilemma - such a talented young man mastered the magic of witches and ghosts so well that two superimposed states appeared in the human world. Gouqian. I was in the inn, and he was in the alley. I was in the alley, and he was in the inn. "
Cong Ren lowered his head and spoke softly.
"So he dug out Li Asan's heart right under my eyes."
When Kamigawa heard the name Gouqian, he said coldly: "That's because you are stupid."
Cong Ren drank the soup and said vaguely: "Yes, senior brother must also think that I can stay in the inn, but the sword is in the alley."
The sword cultivator in white clothes raised his head and looked at Kamigawa with great indifference.
"It's just senior brother, if you don't have a sword in your hand, do you dare to face a person with a sword like that?"
Kamigawa did not answer the question, but said calmly: "I don't need this."
Kamigawa certainly doesn't need this.
Because Shenhe Qiushui Gouqiu was a demon clan taught by the former demon master.
Gougao can cross paths, and so can Shenhe.
Cong Ren laughed again and said softly: "So I don't need to be like this now. Just as senior brother stays in Donghai, I will stay in Donghai. Just as senior brother goes to Qiushui, I will go to Qiushui."
"Now I know more than my senior brother. I have dabbled in everything including swordsmanship, Buddhism, witchcraft and ghosts, except for the twelfth floor, of course. I want to become an immortal when I am a human, and I want to go to heaven when I am born on earth. I don't know where. I have heard this sentence before, but it is the most suitable to describe my senior brother. What the Demon Lord said back then - we don’t want to be heroes for the demon clan, we just need to be mortals for the demon clan. Senior brother has done a good job, so I want to take another step forward. It has to be bigger. Just senior brother."
Cong Ren looked down at the sword in his arms.
"How can you do what I can't do?"
Cong Ren smiled sarcastically, raised his head and looked at Kamigawa's right hand hidden under the black robe.
"There are gods in the world, and this matter has nothing to do with you or me."
Kamigawa just stood there quietly, his black robe swaying in the spring sea breeze.
"This is my human world. Whether there are gods or not is up to me."
Cong Ren held the bowl and looked at Kamigawa quietly.
"So it seems that senior brother has really arrived in Qiushui."
...
The child clattered holding some firewood and thatch, placed it in the maple forest, and slowly repaired the small hut left by the autumn water.
The great human demon died immediately, leaving only the sword on the bank of the Qiushui River, facing the twilight of the autumn water all day long.
Although the child was confused, he was still sincere and ran over to guard the sword every day.
When his parents asked him where he was, he just said he was playing with his friends.
Because of the branch, the child always came back on time every day, so his parents didn't think much about it.
It's just a hardship for children. I sit in the maple forest every day. Sometimes when a rabbit comes to the autumn water, I can catch a rabbit and play with it. If there is no rabbit, I can only hold my chin and stare at the handle. Jian was in a daze, thinking about what kind of story he should make up today to fool his parents.
The little friend he made up has become a great swordsman several times, been kicked out again, and then continued to study under his master.
Children were building small huts there.
Sometimes there will be some very cold autumn rain here, and it will patter quietly in the colors of dusk that fill the sky and the river.
The sword left here by the great human demon was quietly soaking in the rain.
Children can't see anything magical about a sword soaked in the rain.
The great human demon is called Qiu Shui, and this river is also called Qiu Shui, so this sword should also be called Qiu Shui.
The child decided on the name of the sword.
The child repaired the hut for a while and then stopped. Fortunately, the hut only had some leaks. Although he didn't know much about carpentry, he could still lay some grass on the roof.
Children in small towns are always precocious in terms of life.
No rabbit ran over today. The child, who was tired after working for a while, sat down with his legs crossed in front of the sword, tilting his head and resting his chin, looking at the simple sword.
This sword must be very important.
Otherwise, why would that great human demon named Qiu Shui come here with that sword and leave it here even after he died?
But children also think it shouldn't matter.
Otherwise, why would you let yourself look at such a sword?
This is a question that children have never figured out.
After looking for a long time, he raised his head again and looked at the dark and cold cliffs behind him.
That is the tail of the Youhuang Mountains, just like the autumn water is the tail of the Styx.
He could also see the mighty River Styx, crashing towards the world at a height of more than two thousand feet.
The autumn water was here that day, quietly going upstream in a small boat.
It didn't look like the death of a very powerful person at all - except for the afterimage of the ghost named Da Siming who was attracted by Qiu Shui's death that day.
Or do they all have such an indifferent view of life and death as practitioners?
The child couldn't figure out such a profound question, so he thought about it randomly, and then thought of the monsters who left the mountains not long ago.
They seemed to be out in force.
I just don’t know where it went.
Then the mountain became empty, and the dark soil covered the dark rocks, and the black cliffs with countless umbrella trees grew silent.
It was empty, as if nothing had ever lived there.
Nothing should be able to survive there in the first place.
The demon clan stayed up there, just following the inertia of being driven away by the world thousands of years ago.
The child sat there for a long time, then sighed, stood up, and planned to cross the river, cross the mountains, and walk back slowly.
After all, you can't come out clean every day and go back clean every day.
If you carry a lot of mud on your body, you will be beaten by your parents.
If you don't have a little mud on your body, your parents will be suspicious.
The child thought sadly, this is really a headache.
He just stood up and froze there.
Because on the other side of the river that seemed to carry the entire twilight of the world, there was a young man in black standing there with a sword behind him, looking very lonely and lonely.
The child was deeply attracted by the young man's atmosphere, but for a while, he felt an inexplicable feeling of loneliness welling up in his heart.
But soon he woke up to the sound of falling maple leaves, and took a step back with some vigilance, picking up the branch that had been left by the sword in the autumn water.
He didn't know why such a boy appeared there.
It was only at that moment that he remembered Qiu Shui's parting instructions.
What does it mean to give you this sword?
The child naturally knew that this sword was not really given to him.
Maybe just stay here temporarily.
Waiting for someone who can truly take it away.
The child held the branch cautiously and stood on the bank of the river west of Qiushui.
However, the young man in black just stood there quietly, not looking over, just looking at the maple leaves floating in the dusk and the ripples of autumn water in the river.
Children find this scene very familiar.
It took him a long time to remember where he had seen such a gesture - the great human monster who died here and said that Qiu Shui was his hometown's Qiu Shui.
So is this also his hometown?
The child thought this, and relaxed his guard a little. He took a step forward and returned to his original position. Standing in front of the sword, he looked at the young man on the other side and hesitated for a moment before shouting: "Who are you?"
Only then did the young man on the other side raise his head, and his gloomy and tranquil gaze passed through the twilight and fell on the child's eyes.
"Kamikawa."
The child was stunned for a moment, and then thought, this young man is so bold, he dares to have the same name as the Demon Emperor in the north.
There was silence again by the autumn water, and the child was murmuring there, seeming to want to ask more questions, but looking at the serious sword behind the young man, he hesitated.
He was afraid that if he asked too many questions, he would make such a young man unhappy and strike him in the head with a sword.
After all, he didn't look very happy.
If it were a young man wearing white clothes with a smile on his face, the child would probably be much bolder.
The eyes of the young man in black fell on the young man for a long time, then slowly slid down and stopped on the sword.
Some vigilance arose in the children's hearts.
But the young man in black quickly looked away and looked up at the mountain.
The child followed his gaze subconsciously.
However, there is nothing in the mountains.
The monsters from a thousand years ago have already returned to the human world, and may have died of old age in the human world.
Later, the demon clan also went to the human world, and they didn’t know what they were doing.
So what is that boy looking at?
When the child turned back, his whole body was instantly terrified and he broke into a cold sweat.
The young man didn't know when he had passed through the autumn water, so he stood quietly in front of him.
The child saw the writing on the sword behind him.
It's a spiritual platform.
This name is very familiar.
But children don’t remember when they heard it.
At this time, he probably didn't have the heart to think about those things. He just picked up the sword in front of him and retreated towards the thatched cottage behind him.
The boy in black didn't catch up, he just stood there quietly and gloomily.
The child kept holding the sword and leaned against the wall of the small hut, feeling a little calmer in his heart.
"What did she say to you when she died?"
The child didn't know why. He obviously didn't want to say anything, but he still said it subconsciously.
"Give it to me, she said she gave it to me."
The boy in black stood there silently.
Then he stretched out a hand and looked deeply at the child in front of him.
"Then can you send me off?"
The child shook his head.
The young man in black suddenly raised his hand behind him, and with a crisp sword cry, he pulled out the sword called Lingtai.
The child panicked and blocked the sword and the branch in front of him, and then closed his eyes in despair.
In the autumn twilight, the sound of gold and iron resounds loudly.
The child thought to himself that his sword is so fast and my bones are so hard.
It was so fast that he couldn't feel the pain, and it was so hard that his sword could cut with such a crisp sound.
But he quickly realized something was wrong and opened his eyes suspiciously.
The young man stood sideways, holding the sword in front of him, looking at another young man in white with a sword who appeared in the maple forest with some anger.
"Cong Blade!"
The child stared blankly at the young man in white who also appeared strangely by the autumn water. His eyes also had some melancholy, but at this time he was smiling proudly.
"I know that lingering ghosts are a very annoying thing, but senior brother."
The young man in white put away his sword, and in the twilight and falling maples, with the sword's intention and sword wind, the second sword came out brilliantly.
"I'm sorry I have to."
