Nan Dao stopped in front of a town surrounded by blood and corpses, and turned to look at Lu Xiaoer.
The latter also had a serious look on his face.
In fact, this is not the first town like this that the two have encountered.
After leaving Xie Chunxue's bamboo forest, although the two of them did not deliberately go to places with many people, they would always encounter some mountain villages and towns along the way.
However, it is just like the town in front of me.
Either the buildings are empty, or high barriers are erected and the doors are closed.
The most obvious thing is that the surrounding areas are all red.
This reminded Nandao of the original Nanyi City.
Could it be that just during the short period of time that he stayed with the senior of the Human Sword Sect, the people in the south had already crossed Nanyi City and penetrated deep into the hinterland of Huai'an?
After hesitating for a moment, Nan Dao held an umbrella and carried a sword, and headed towards the small town southeast of Huai'an with the young boy beside him.
The two of them walked not far along the town road.
Then he heard some very solemn and silent sword sounds. Lu Xiaoer realized something was wrong and hurriedly drew his sword, but he almost got a sword that passed between his eyebrows.
Fortunately, Nan Dao on the side reacted quickly, and behind him, Yuyaozhou protected Lu Xiaoer with sword intent.
When the two of them looked forward again, there were scattered sword cultivators with blood on their bodies who looked very tired.
Some people frowned and looked at Nan Dao and Lu Xiaoer. They retracted their swords very carefully and carefully, guarding them around them.
"Is it a human or a demon?"
Nan Dao patted the shoulder of Lu Xiaoer, who was standing silently with his sword drawn, and said softly: "Lingnan sword cultivator."
The word "Lingnan" still has a lot of credibility in the world, but the current situation is obviously extraordinary. Therefore, the sword cultivator of the unknown sword sect in the world only calmed down a little, but still did not let down his guard.
The man raised his hand and held the sword, still maintaining the posture of ready to draw the sword at any time.
"Which sword sect in Lingnan? Xiaojiufeng, Tingfeng, Jinghong?"
Nan Dao raised his hand to take back Yaozhou Zhou who was surrounding Lu Xiaoer, and said calmly: "Tianya Sword Sect, this is my nephew, Xiaobai Sword Sect."
The man frowned and looked back at the sword cultivators behind him. Perhaps he was asking something. After a while, he looked back at the two of them with a very strange expression.
"How to prove that you are really from Shui... Tianya Sword Sect?"
Nan Dao stood under the umbrella. He probably didn't know how to prove this. He turned to look at Lu Xiaoer who was standing aside. The latter was probably angry at being suddenly attacked. He looked at the swordsmen outside the town. Xiu Po said angrily: "Have you ever met people from the Tianya Sword Sect?"
The man wasn't angry at all, he just shook his head.
"Then how do you want us to prove it?"
The man was silent for a while and said: "Or even simpler, just prove that you are humans and not monsters."
Of course people have seen it.
But how do you prove you are human?
This is a more bizarre question.
Nan Dao and Lu Xiaoer remained silent together.
But at this time, a third person's voice came from outside the town.
"I can prove it."
When Nan Dao heard this familiar voice, his expression changed. He turned around and saw a man in black robes carrying a broken knife walking towards the town road in the spring breeze.
Nanyi City Heavenly Prison, west gate.
Nan Dao clenched the Parrot Island in his hand.
Naturally, Heavenly Hell will not let it go.
This was the case when I was in Lingnan.
The name of the West Gate of Hell is obviously well-known in the south.
When people saw the black robe of Heavenly Prison and looked at the knife, they naturally knew the identity of the person coming. Although they did not like the people of Heavenly Prison, in some stories, Heavenly Prison would not be a bad person.
Therefore, all the sword cultivators breathed a sigh of relief and bowed to Ximen who came from afar.
"I have met Lord Ximen."
Ximen and Nandao are naturally not strangers.
The two had crossed paths many times in Nanyi City. At that time, Nan Dao was just a young man who knew the water realm, but now he has already walked in the snow.
Even Ximen was secretly frightened, but he still walked over calmly and stopped beside Nan Dao and Lu Xiaoer.
"The two of them are indeed Lingnan sword cultivators, and they are both people from around Nanyi City."
To Nan Dao's surprise, Ximen didn't say much. Just like what he said at the beginning, it seemed that he just wanted to prove Nan Dao's identity.
Lu Xiaoer naturally knows that it is difficult to reconcile between Nandao and Heavenly Prison. This young man has never heard of Ximen's name, but it is obvious that this man with a knife is not an ordinary person. However, Lu Xiaoer still Holding the Xiwu Sword tightly in his hand, he looked at this man warily.
The small town sword cultivators breathed a sigh of relief, put away their swords, and cleared the way.
Even if they really stopped in front of the town, they would still be extremely solemn and nervous when facing the young man under the umbrella.
Just now the Nandao Yiaozhou has been unsheathed, and they can naturally detect the sword intention on it.
For such a young boy to have such a realm and sword intent, it is naturally difficult for him to be a demon.
It's just that sometimes, looking young may not mean you are really young.
Ximen did not go in, but stood there quietly looking at Nan Dao.
Nan Dao held the umbrella in his hand, looked at Ximen for a while, said nothing, and led Lu Xiaoer inside.
Of course they didn't have to enter this town.
But for now, it is obviously impossible not to advance.
.......
This town is not under the jurisdiction of Shanyue City, but Bailu City in the northeast of Lingnan.
It was the White Deer City that was captured by the demon clan at the beginning of the story.
After the fall of Bailu City, it quickly became a gathering place for the surrounding demon clans.
Today's Bailu City, hundreds of miles along the city, can be said to be a demon land.
The reason why this town can still survive is not because they are strong enough, but because they are far enough away.
Nan Dao and Lu Xiaoer were walking along the long noon street of a sparsely populated town. However, the brighter the spring scenery, the more it brought out the lonely and hasty feeling.
Lu Xiaoer looked worriedly at Nan Dao, who was silent under the umbrella.
"What should I do now, Uncle Master?"
Nan Dao looked down at the blood stains flowing in the cracks in the rocks, a little lost in thought, but for a moment he didn't seem to hear Lu Xiaoer's words.
After a while, he looked at the young boy holding the sword beside him.
"What?"
Lu Xiaoer looked around and saw sword cultivators occasionally passing by on the street, also in a hurry.
The little boy said softly: "The people from Heavenly Prison are chasing us, what should we do now?"
Nan Dao was calm at this time and said softly: "Let's take a look first and then talk."
Simon's attitude was very strange.
Even if the identity of the twelfth floor of Nandao was exposed outside the town, it was a matter of course.
However, Simon did not do this.
This is the most incomprehensible part of South Island.
Lu Xiaoer didn't know much about what was going on. Naturally, he could only look at Nan Dao's attitude. His junior uncle wasn't nervous, so Lu Xiaoer naturally wasn't obsessed with this matter.
Nan Dao lowered his head and still looked at the blood in the stone slabs. During the heavy spring rain, the blood in the gaps was still so rich. It was obvious that the story that happened in the town was very heavy.
Although the two of them were left in the bamboo forest by Xie Chunxue for more than ten days and knew nothing about the outside world, the attitude of the sword cultivators outside the town just now clearly explained something.
Something is wrong with this land of common humanity.
Of course Lu Xiaoer could tell. He held his sword and looked around the street for a long time, and then said in confusion: "Isn't His Majesty just a big monster today? What kind of trouble are they going to make?"
"Your Majesty is naturally a great demon, but your Majesty has disappeared, and the leader of Congren Sect has also disappeared, so the demon clan has reason to suspect that the world has murdered them. Although this idea is very bizarre, it is not impossible."
Ximen's voice came from behind the two of them.
Lu Xiaoer once again grasped the hilt of Xiwu's sword in his arms, and turned to look at Ximen behind him, who was walking towards him like a shadow of night.
Ximen is not very old, otherwise he would not be as famous as Cheng Lu.
As long as he is covered by the black robe of Heavenly Prison, the world will not care whether he is a young man in his twenties.
Ximen did not look at Lu Xiaoer, but quietly looked at Nan Dao who was standing under an umbrella on the street without looking back.
Then he said very calmly: "The south may turn into a demonic land at any time."
These are certainly not words to turn South Island into a savior.
Just explaining some reasons.
Nan Dao turned around and looked at Ximen for a long time. The midday sun shone on the black-robed man on the streets of Spring Town.
If it weren't for the oppression caused by his identity, Ximen would naturally not be such an annoying person.
"Why?"
Nan Dao asked softly.
Simon sighed.
"Because of a good senior brother of yours."
Nan Dao was stunned for a moment and looked at Ximen, who gritted his teeth with a hint of hatred.
"Everyone in the south believes in Zhang Xiaoyu so much..."
Ximen looked up at the sky, with a look that was a little angry at being deceived, but also a little melancholy - there were many people who called him Senior Brother Zhang Xiaoyu, and Ximen naturally did the same.
"But it happened that he started this war."
"impossible!"
Nan Dao said subconsciously.
The sound was quick and sudden, and even Lu Xiaoer was startled. He turned to look at his uncle, who was holding the black umbrella tightly beside him.
Ximen said calmly: "If it is really impossible, Nandao, do you think that based on your stories in Nanyi City, I will be so indifferent to you?"
Nan Dao fell silent.
Ximen walked towards the two of them, and also looked down at the cracks in the stone slabs in the spring day in the mountain town, which were faintly illuminated with bright and dazzling blood.
"If you still feel like you're a human being."
Simon said softly.
"Then you have to admit it, Zhang Xiaoyu..."
"He's to blame for this story."
Ximen naturally guessed that there was someone else behind Zhang Xiaoyu.
In fact, after the long and tedious story, everyone can guess something.
Where did all Zhang Xiaoyu's changes come from?
Go north to Shanhe Temple and fight with the Taoist named Li Shi.
Everyone knows that Zhang Xiaoyu lost in September last year.
Then there were some very weird stories in the world.
Maybe there was someone else behind the scheme.
But this fire was lit by Zhang Xiaoyu himself in Shanyue City.
Nan Dao stood there blankly.
And Ximen stopped there, slowly telling the story of Shanyue City.
"Heavenly Prison immediately stopped all traces of the people on the Twelfth Floor of the Human World. Together with Lingnan and the world, they threw themselves into this civil strife between the two clans..."
Ximen looked at the young man in front of him quietly.
"I have to admit that you may indeed be a person who is unsatisfactory but accepts God's will."
Ximen sighed and looked at the young man in front of him who had turned into a slanted bridge walking on the Snow Sword Intent at some unknown time.
Everyone in the world has difficulty stepping on the path of spiritual practice, even Zhang Xiaoyu and the others. Perhaps the story of a person who has been playing cards for seven years and then entered the great path is worthy of envy.
But what exactly is going on, only Zhang Xiaoyu himself knows.
How can we give the opponent the key to become a hit?
This is an extremely complex story.
Even Bai Fengyu, who has the best talent in the world in the past century, is already on the verge of entering the path after practicing for only one year.
But that’s the way it is in the South Island.
After sitting idle in the mountains with a certain junior brother in Lingnan for several months, when he appeared in front of the world again, all the past impressions were so long ago that they seemed like a previous life.
Especially for Simon.
There are not many people in the world who have actually fought against Nan Dao, and Ximen is one of them.
"I heard that the Heavenly Prison of Nanyi City has been taken over by the Human Sword Sect."
Simon said calmly.
"I don't want to add the name of the Twelfth Floor to the already fearful and uneasy mood of the world."
Nan Dao and Lu Xiaoer were both silent.
"But as mentioned before, the identity of Nandao and Lingnan sword cultivator is an existence that should not be stigmatized in the world."
Ximen looked at the two young boys in front of him quietly.
"I hope you can be worthy of this status."
Nan Dao stood under the umbrella, remained silent for a while, and said softly: "Of course I understand."
Ximen showed some smile, but he was still a little melancholy.
"It's just the matter on the twelfth floor. We are still not done with it. We will settle the score with you in the future."
Nan Dao raised his eyebrows and said, "Aren't you afraid that you won't be my opponent in the future?"
Ximen walked over and said calmly: "Maybe, but Nandao and Heavenly Prison will always be much stronger than you think. For example, if Nanyi City Heavenly Prison finds that it cannot handle this matter, it will finally be reported to the police. Huaidu.”
"Of course, not now. The most important story in the South is to stabilize the situation."
Nan Dao remained silent for a while, then followed. The three of them walked all the way, but landed on a long street with high terrain in the town.
The direction he was looking at was probably where Bailu City was.
It's just that they are separated by spring mountains, but the smell of blood is floating in the spring breeze, and they can't see such a fallen city a hundred miles away.
Nan Dao looked at the solemn-looking Ximen beside him and asked slowly: "Are there really so many monsters in the world?"
Ximen said calmly: "If the life span of the world is more than a hundred years, there will be more people in the world."
Nan Dao fell silent.
This is certainly true.
"But sometimes we have to be grateful. It is precisely because the world only has a hundred years that the world will be constantly updated. If we live for a long time, it is inevitable that some deep-rooted thoughts will become stubborn diseases."
Simon stood there with the broken knife on his back.
"Just like the demon clan, they still remember the fear from thousands of years ago, and it has become a factor of instability. Sometimes it is indeed a very puzzling idea for us."
Nan Dao always felt that there was something in Ximen's words, but he couldn't hear it.
Ximen did not continue the meaning of those words. He probably became the person in charge of the Heavenly Prison, and what he saw was naturally different from the Heavenly Prisoner who once patrolled outside.
"The situation in Shanyue City has been stabilized with the help of Lingnan. They should be coming to Bailu City soon in February."
Simon said as if talking to himself.
"Although demons are also human beings, sometimes we have to make a clear distinction. People are humans, and demons are demons, especially when they are restless."
"White Deer City cannot fall for a long time." Ximen turned his head and looked south.
Nan Dao naturally understood Ximen's action.
Nanyi City is to the south.
After Huangliang was cut off, this ancient city once again became the southern gate of Huai'an.
It is also the most important passage between the north and the south.
Even Xuanxue's Fall further north is much better than Bailu's Fall.
Although Bailu is already in the northeast of Fengqiling, it is still one of the two cities closest to Nanyi City.
The Taiyi Spring Festival has passed. If there is any change in the south, Bailu City will obviously become the biggest variable in the stability of Nanyi City.
If there are still 80,000 sword cultivators in Lingnan, then the area around Fengqiling will naturally be more stable.
It's just that in last year's war, Wu Guidao and 800,000 black armors caused Lingnan too much losses.
This is also the reason why Jianzong, which is very close to the human world, only has time to take care of the closer Shanyue City.
Nan Dao looked at Ximen quietly.
"What do you mean, Master Ximen, when you tell me this?"
Ximen raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you think you are still just a teenager? The guy next to you is indeed. The world cannot blame something on him, but you are no longer Nandao."
"If you sit and read the story of Nanyi City, you will have no other ideas in the world. The gap between a fifteen-year-old boy who knows water and the world is actually not very big, especially in a game where millions of people In the war that we are involved in. Even if you are a cultivator of the Great Dao, there is a possibility of dying in it."
"But you have become enlightened. Your divine energy is so powerful that your sword can travel ten miles away. People like you are the most powerful force in the world."
"The reason why Heavenly Prison has put down many things is because when the demon clan goes crazy, the people on the twelfth floor who are not crazy are naturally also human beings. Of course."
Simon smiled slightly.
"People like you who always think loftily about the sky and become immortals may inevitably sneer at the world. But you have to admit that when everyone is born, they always step on the earth in order to survive safely. .”
Nan Dao stood quietly under the umbrella.
"I didn't... maybe I thought so."
Nan Dao looked at the young boy Lu Xiaoer beside him, and then looked back at Fengqiling, which was lying far behind him.
"But I have a junior brother who taught me something."
Nan Dao looked at it for a long time, and then looked back at Ximen beside him.
"So whatever Lord Ximen thinks of, he can do."
"Naturally I can do it in Nandao."
