By the autumn water.
The young man in black and the young man in white stood on both sides of the maple forest holding swords.
Both of them had a lot of sword wounds on their bodies.
It's probably what Chen Huaifeng said back then.
The meaning of youth is - nothing is not allowed.
Kamigawa and Congren could do nothing but stay quietly in the East China Sea, waiting for an opportunity.
But the young Kamigawa and the young Congren can vent their anger without reservation.
Throughout the maple forest, up and down the autumn water, there were sword marks plowed out by the sword's will everywhere.
The child was so frightened by the two people's movements that he had already hugged the sword and ran towards the Youhuang Mountains, looking fearfully on the cliff paths.
Neither Cong Ren nor Kamigawa drew their swords first.
Both of them had fought to the point of exhaustion.
Standing in those everlasting twilight, facing the falling maple leaves everywhere, looking at each other in silence.
After a long time, Cong Ren came again with a sword. The sword in Kamigawa's hand drew a sword arc in the dusk. There was a lot of demonic power on it. With one sword, Cong Ren, who had been exhausted by the sea of gods, was slashed back to its original state. Here, the young man in black picked up a maple leaf and put it into the scabbard.
Then he turned around and headed towards the dark mountain range.
"This is Qiu Shui, the former demonic land."
Kamikawa's voice was chilly.
"You will not be my opponent, junior brother."
Cong Ren still stands in the maple forest, and what Kamigawa said is indeed the truth.
This is the birthplace of Kamigawa.
Even if both of them have exhausted their divine sea.
But Kamigawa's demon power is recovering, and if the stalemate continues, Cong Ren will naturally not be Kamigawa's opponent.
This is a warning from a senior brother to a junior brother.
Cong Ren supported the sword in his hand, but still couldn't hold on. He sat down without any strength. However, his expression was extremely calm. He looked at Kamigawa's back and gasped: "I want to ask senior brother a question."
Shenhe stopped and stood with his back to Cong Ren in front of the narrow cliff path heading towards Gaotian Black Mountain.
Cong Ren lowered his head and looked at everything destroyed by the sword's will beside the autumn water, and said calmly: "If I don't want to be a human sword sect anymore, what should I do, senior brother?"
Kamikawa suddenly turned around and looked at the young man in white sitting under the maple tree with cold eyes, his eyes melancholy.
"you dare!"
The young man in white smiled slightly and said: "Of course I dare. I never thought about taking over the Human Sword Sect from the beginning. It was that old bastard from Cong Zhongxiao who went to find the Eighth Master to die and forced me into a pool. Here. Senior brother, do you think I dare?"
The eyes of the young man Cong Ren had a lingering melancholy, which contrasted with the smile shining in the dusk, but seemed to contain a chill that could make the world tremble.
Cong Ren no longer wants to be a human sword sect.
This means that Kamigawa should no longer think about having a complete human world.
A crazy and unscrupulous Cong Ren is far more terrifying than a disrespectful Chen Qingshan.
Just like in the past.
Kamikawa's sword cannot be seen in the human world.
But I would never dare not see Cong Ren’s sword.
Cong Ren stood up holding the sword in his hand made by the best blacksmith from the East China Sea.
"Don't think that you are the only one who looks at everything in the world with coldness and indifference, senior brother."
Cong Ren coughed and coughed up some blood, but the young man didn't pay attention and just looked at Kamigawa sternly.
"It's a human being, not a dream. You Kamigawa can do it, and I, Congren, can do it too."
"Every time you take a step forward, I will strike out with a sword. The first sword, I will kill Nanyi City myself. The second sword..."
"It's Huaidu."
The autumn water was dead silent.
Two teenagers, one black and one white, stand in the fallen leaves at dusk.
Huaian may still not know.
The chaos among the demon clan is considered a trivial matter.
The destiny of the north lies on this remote Qiushui River.
The young Kamigawa did not move forward.
...
Lu Xiaosan felt like he heard some very dull sounds.
So the little boy lay down directly on the ground, like a bee stealing nectar, sticking his big butt out, and listened to the flowers on the roadside for a long time.
Unfortunately, I heard nothing.
"The earth dragon turned over?"
Lu Xiaosan had some flowers and leaves on his face and looked at Le Chaotian who was walking leisurely aside.
Le Chaotian said with a smile: "No, someone is fighting?"
Lu Xiaosan said with some amazement: "It's so amazing. It's not far away. Can I go and watch it?"
Le Chaotian tilted his head, thought for a moment, and said, "It's probably a bit far."
Lu Xiaosan looked very regretful. He could hear this kind of movement from such a distance. Obviously, he must be an extremely powerful practitioner.
As a young sword cultivator who has never entered Taoism, Lu Xiaosan is fascinated by this.
"Did they beat the world into chaos?"
Xiao Jianxiu, who was born in Lingnan, asked sincerely.
Le Chaotian said: "Generally speaking, no, because if you really go too far and don't care about the world, Huai will be very angry. When Huai is angry, everyone may be done with it, but more often than not, they will know it in their own minds. .”
"What's the number?"
Le Chaotian raised his hand and took away the leaves from the young boy's face. It might have just rained near this human path. There was a lot of rain on the leaves and they looked very green.
"Will your house be set on fire if you fight?"
Lu Xiaosan looked at Le Chaotian who threw the leaf back to the roadside, and snorted: "If the house is set on fire, even if we win, I will have no place to live."
Le Chaotian liked Lu Xiaosan's tone very much and said with a smile: "Yes, so if they fight and destroy the world, they will also have no place to live."
The young uncle with a gourd silk hanging around his waist looked up at the distant mountains in the spring still covered with rain and mist.
"The world is so big. You won't stop, and I won't stop. They're all broken. How about we build some boats and go rafting in the East China Sea?"
Lu Xiaosan said with some confusion: "Can those upper realm practitioners really destroy the human world?"
Le Chaotian said softly: "Of course it's difficult, but think about it, if you are motivated to fight, you can pull out a mountain and hit people, while he is excited and can kill a city with one sword. How can we all live well in this world? ?”
Lu Xiaosan became interested.
"So was Styx really broken?"
Le Chaotian nodded firmly.
Although it was a thousand years ago, the Taoist Saint's own handwriting was recorded in the "Collection of Supplementary Records of the Human World" once held by Qingtian Dao.
Li Queyi guarded the Styx River for decades, naturally because the Styx River was destroyed by Emperor Huai.
"Has your innocence been broken by the Sword Master?"
Le Chaotian shook his head.
"I do not know about this."
Lu Xiaosan said curiously: "Why don't you know this?"
Le Chaotian said softly: "Because the Styx River is in the human world, it is only more than two thousand feet away from the human world, but the sky is too high, much higher than Mojian Cliff. No one has been to the human world, so naturally they don't know what happened back then. , the only record in the world is that after Qing Yi left the world, the entire world fell into heavy snow."
Lu Xiaosan looked at his uncle, and for some reason, he felt that there was suddenly a lot of sadness in his expression.
Then he saw Le Chaotian raising his head and looking at the sky quietly.
"I heard that it looked like the world was crying."
Lu Xiaosan, who usually laughed and laughed, was a little at a loss for a while. He played with his fingers for a long time and didn't know what to say.
There are naturally different meanings when a silent person suddenly becomes sad and when a happy person suddenly becomes sad.
But he was very happy and Chaotian restrained his emotions, as if nothing had happened.
"So the world of spiritual practice has always followed two major constraints - not to deceive young people and to be courteous to others."
"The former has a long history and can be traced back to the rise of Hangu Temple, while the latter was after the incident of Emperor Huai."
"Only those at the top can live and work in peace and contentment by observing etiquette and discipline, and only then will the overall height of the human world continue to rise."
Lu Xiaosan suddenly discovered that after Le Chaotian left Lingnan, he gradually couldn't understand what he was saying.
The words are known.
It's just that a twelve-year-old boy may not be able to truly understand the meaning.
After all, he is not his senior brother.
The little boy was curious for a while, then he got a headache from Le Chaotian's words. He raised his hand and took off the gourd silk from Le Chaotian's waist, held it in his hand and blew it randomly with his head raised.
Le Chaotian didn't pay attention, he just smiled and looked at this young man who made people feel very full of vitality at a glance.
Lu Xiaosan was obviously very satisfied with the things he blew that were completely out of tune.
But the meaning of life naturally has its own tone.
"There is no age or youth in a life-long friendship, so why do we need to be in tune with each other first?"
Le Chaotian turned his head, looked at the mountains, wind and spring rain in the distance with a smile and said this.
Lu Xiaosan put down the Hulusi, looked at Le Chaotian doubtfully and said, "What did Uncle Master say?"
Le Chaotian laughed softly and said: "It's nothing. I praise you for being a good boy."
Lu Xiaosan smiled proudly.
I, Lu Xiaosan, am naturally the best young man in the world.
The two of them were walking leisurely on the human path after the mountain rain.
"Uncle Master."
"Um?"
"where are we going?"
"I want to see the sea."
"good."
"But uncle, didn't you say you have something to do?"
"Everything has its own priorities."
Le Chaotian picked a mountain flower on the path and put it in his hand.
"Looking at the human world is the most important thing."
"It's also important to have money."
Lu Xiaosan looked at himself, the extremely wealthy uncle in the world, and added.
...
Ting Fengyin didn't know where such a senior sister from the Sword Sect who lived more than a hundred years ago was.
So it took Nan Dequ a long time to get some information about her senior sister who might be in a small town in the world.
This forced him to go back.
Then by a bamboo forest, I saw a very quiet Taoist sitting on the head of a boat.
"You're missing something...Senior brother?"
The thirty-five-year-old man Nan Dequ had to admit that although the people on the boat were young, their level was far higher than his own.
So after hesitating for a moment, senior brother Yi still shouted simply.
Ye Zhuliu raised his head from the top of the boat and looked at this sword cultivator who lived like a worldly person.
The sword cultivators of the Human Sword Sect are sometimes not easy to recognize.
Especially when they don't have swords with them.
It's not easy to recognize people who lack one skill - after all, the world has never seen anyone who lacks one skill, and they can't recognize them even if they want to.
However, Nan Dequ still keenly discerned Ye Zhuliu's identity from the mysterious but also transcendent and free Tao charm.
Ye Zhuliu didn't notice it.
But he knows.
At this time, facing this disciple of the Sword Sect who had not entered the Dao Dao, Ye Zhuliu was not much surprised. He just nodded calmly and then took a look deep into the bamboo forest.
"Your senior sister is inside."
Nan Dequ felt very strange about this kind of elder-like words.
But nothing was said.
After all, there is a missing piece of magic.
After saying thank you, Nan Dequ walked along the trail that was stepped on by the fishing guy.
When Nan Dequ walked all the way to the edge of the cliff and the clear pool, Xie Chunxue was dressed in white, holding the sword of spring, and...
Pull petals?
Xie Chunxue was indeed pulling the petals.
Many withered mountain flowers have fallen on the cliff, and they are scattered around the Nine-fold Sword Cultivator in a messy manner.
The fisherman in white was concentrating on it, looking at the half-torn flower in his hand, probably making some decisions.
For a person like Xie Chunxue, if there is a Taoist secret in front of her, she can naturally learn it easily.
If a fish jumped out of the pond, she could simply heat the oil in a pan and make a delicious fish dumpling.
If it were a sword, then she would know better how to drive it across the world, across thousands of miles, and land on someone's heart.
But she was really at a loss for things like love.
Those are things that can be controlled through the body, and love is something at the soul level. It casts the shadow of carnal desire and may also be controlled through the body.
But the essence is still hazy and elusive.
Even if she has experienced some such things before, she has even become the great-grandmother of a certain Taoist sect.
But in this story, she is still as panicked as an eighteen-year-old girl.
If it is here or there, it is like a dream or an illusion, worrying about gains and losses.
Even when the young man under the umbrella left, he gave her a lot of courage.
But when it comes time to actually make a decision, it's still very confusing.
So the fish suffered and the mountain flowers fell.
Of course Nan Dequ didn't know these stories.
He just thought that his senior sister was worried about human affairs.
So I stood quietly by the pool with my sword and luggage on my back, waiting.
It took a long time before Xie Chunxue saw the junior brother under the cliff.
"Hey, where did this old man come from?"
"..."
Nan Dequ understood many things from this sentence very plainly.
For example, the title that should have been called senior sister should probably be changed to junior sister.
Nan Dequ lowered his head in the pool and saw that he looked like a normal thirty-five-year-old person. He sighed, and then said sincerely: "Thank you, junior sister, I am your junior brother."
Although he called him "Junior Sister", Nan Dequ didn't shamelessly say "Senior Brother".
Xie Chunxue threw away the flower in her hand and looked at this very smooth junior brother with a smile.
After all, she is only a human woman of eighteen years and two thousand months.
"Which one are you, Jiang Ye? Or Chen Huaifeng?"
"Nude song."
"Oh, Junior Brother Nan."
Xie Chunxue sat on the cliff and nodded thoughtfully, probably wondering whether he had heard of this junior brother's name.
But most likely not.
At the age of thirty-five, I have not yet entered the avenue.
Apparently it's hard to hear.
Zhang Xiaoyu is well known to everyone, and even now he can stop crying at night.
"What's up?"
Xie Chunxue finally gave up and looked sincerely at this junior brother who was obviously here to seek some help.
Nan Dequ didn't care whether Xie Chunxue had heard of his name or not. He calmed down and told the senior sister who might not know about Yawai's affairs seriously what the minister had said.
The smile on Xie Chunxue's face gradually faded away, and she looked at Nan Dequ with a frown.
"Senior brother from four hundred years ago?"
Nan Dequ nodded.
Xie Chunxue sat quietly on the cliff and meditated.
The inheritance of the Human Sword Sect is obviously extremely weird in the human world that has lasted for hundreds of years.
Although some people are senior brothers, they are often separated by several generations.
Even Xie Chunxue, who was Xie Chaoyu's great-grandmother, felt a sense of the vicissitudes of time when she suddenly heard the news.
Nan Dequ waited there quietly.
After a long time, this fisherman in white clothes looked at Nan Dequ with regret.
"I'm sorry, junior brother, the story of four hundred years is a long time ago even for me."
Nan Dequ was silent for a while and said softly: "I understand."
Xie Chunxue laughed softly and said, "But junior brother, there is no need to be so discouraged."
Nan Dequ looked up at the senior sister in white on the cliff and asked with some surprise: "Senior sister, do you have any clues?"
Xie Chunxue shook his head and said: "Of course not, but when you came here, you should have seen the Taoist by the lake. He is Xie Chaoyu's proud disciple. You can ask him."
Nan Dequ was silent for a while and said: "If there is a theory of destiny, you may not be willing to help see it."
Xie Chunxue smiled and picked up the stem of a flower beside her that had all its petals picked off.
"Three feet of destiny is certainly an insurmountable distance, but the lack of awe of three feet is not entirely due to what the master said at the beginning. When people live in the world, it is impossible to truly rule from the top. Selfish desires, greed, Even the pursuit of the ideal in the heart is something that can affect three feet."
"Even a saint cannot truly have an untroubled mind. The body is like a wooden tree and the mind is as gray as death. This is just an ultimate ideal state. Perfection and beauty have the word 'to' precisely because they are unreachable."
Xie Chunxue looked down at the junior brother at the foot of the cliff and said softly: "Ye Zhuliu is not a saint. As long as he wants something, he will never stop talking about it."
Nan Dequ looked down at the pool thoughtfully.
"So what does he want?"
Xie Chunxue raised her head and blew the spring breeze of the world as if nothing had happened.
The spring breeze doesn’t understand the style!
The ears of the woman in white were a little red. Xie Chunxue was also aware of this situation, so she naturally tilted her head with her hands on her hands. Her black hair without a hat was slightly scattered, covering some things, and she looked like she was holding her chin up and looking at the world lazily. .
"Didn't you know it when you went there?"
Nan Dequ always felt that his senior sister's words were a bit strange.
However, those words were indeed righteous and awe-inspiring, and could not be said to be sober oracles.
Nan Dequ didn't think of some weird aspects.
Xie Chunxue swung her legs, held her head and sat on the cliff, looking at her junior brother who was still hesitating below, and sighed in her heart.
Do you have to look at you with disappointment in my eyes for you to understand what I mean, junior brother?
