Lu Xiaoer went out early the next morning with his sword in his arms.
After passing through the town, they appeared on the wall outside the town where a large-scale battle took place yesterday.
It was the first time for the young boy to see such a thing, and he tried hard to calm down.
So on the way there, Lu Xiaoer wanted to buy a bun to nibble on, but the town was now full of practitioners, so naturally there was no one making buns to sell early in the morning.
In the end, Lu Xiaoer just picked a small yellow flower on the roadside, held it in his hand, and climbed up the barrier.
It's not quiet outside the barrier.
The practitioners in the town are cleaning up the battlefield last night.
The blood spread all the way to the distant mountain forest, which was very shocking.
Perhaps it was because he had already seen a lot of blood on his uncle last night, so Lu Xiaoer was not particularly shocked.
Just extraordinarily silent.
Holding the flower and holding the sword, he sat cross-legged on the barrier and looked not far away in silence.
There were many broken swords stuck on the scattered corpses. Some were sword cultivators, some were Taoists, and some were practitioners from unknown niche cultivation places.
For example, someone who uses a sword like Simon.
People who use knives are certainly not a minority.
As a single-edged weapon, the knife naturally has many advantages that the sword cannot.
It's a pity that after the rise of Mojian Cliff, sword cultivators emerged vigorously, surpassing all other cultivators, and sharing the world equally with Taoism. This also led to many strange cultivators in the process of the derivation of Dao sects, and gradually disappeared. in history.
Probably, it's not that other practitioners can't afford it, but sword cultivation is more cost-effective.
After a hundred years of life, it is naturally much easier to follow a path with a mature system than to explore many things on your own.
Lu Xiaoer held his sword and sat there in silence, watching the corpses being taken away by people in the town.
But he didn't take it back to the town. Instead, he floated with sword intent and Dao rhyme all the way, heading down the mountain not far away.
Lu Xiaoer looked in the direction of those who were cleaning up the battlefield, only to find that many graves had been dug there.
It's like a carrot pit.
A carrot and a pit.
Then cover it with soil and bury it.
Lu Xiaoer was still looking over there blankly, but suddenly someone tapped him on the shoulder.
The young boy suddenly grasped the sword in his arms and pulled it out.
After a crisp sound of gold and iron intersecting, the frightened young boy calmed down in the spring breeze.
Behind him was a man in black robes.
Zhou Shan, the heavenly warden of Shanyue City whom I had met in the small town.
The latter is also a sword cultivator.
Therefore, when Lu Xiaoer drew his sword just now, before it was unsheathed, Zhou Shan quickly raised the sword in his hand, intersected with Lu Xiaoer's Xiwu sword pattern, and pressed it back into the sheath.
Lu Xiaoer calmed down, but Zhou Shan obviously didn't.
He raised his hand to catch the fallen little yellow flower and returned it to the young boy. Then he looked at the sword in his hand strangely. The sword was in its sheath and was still ringing softly.
But Lu Xiaoer's sword has calmed down.
The sword in the hands of a young boy who has seen the mountains is so well-polished and is tougher than his own sword?
Zhou Shan sat down next to Lu Xiaoer with some amazement.
"What's the name of your sword?"
Lu Xiaoer looked at the Heavenly Prisoner next to him. He was no longer as nervous as when he first saw him. Perhaps it was because in front of a bleak and bloody story, those fears about the Heavenly Prison were suppressed. Go down.
"Xiwu."
Zhou Shan praised: "It is indeed a good name and a good sword."
Lu Xiaoer looked at the Heavenly Prison sword cultivator beside him and didn't know what to say for a moment, so he just nodded and then looked at the sword in Zhou Shan's hand.
"and yours?"
Zhou Shan shook his head and said: "My sword has no name."
Most swords in the world have no names.
Zhou Shan smiled again and said: "If I can enter the trail one day, I will probably give it a name called Live Up."
Lu Xiaoer looked at the sword in his arms and at the little yellow flower that Zhou Shan returned to him.
I didn't ask what I deserved.
A person in hell can only live up to His Majesty.
Someone came up from the battlefield below with a sword, handed a pamphlet in his hand to Zhou Shan, and then left in a hurry.
Lu Xiaoer looked at Zhou Shan who was sitting there quietly flipping through a book that looked like a list. He seemed to have guessed what it was, but was a little unsure.
"what is that?"
Zhou Shan chuckled softly.
Lu Xiaoer couldn't tell whether the smile was relaxed or heavy.
"Book of Life and Death."
Zhou Shan's voice was very gentle.
"If you die one day, not in the hands of Heavenly Prison, but in this battle, your name will appear on it, and then when the war is over, we will send it to Lingnan, your Master, if they want to take your bodies back."
Zhou Shan raised his hand and pointed to the carrot pits in the distance.
"They will come over mountains and rivers, find your sleeping place there, cry and scold you, and then take you back to Lingnan in sorrow."
Lu Xiaoer didn't know why, but the image of Lu Xiaoxiao standing lonely under the forest in the distance with red eyes appeared in his mind subconsciously.
So under the influence of emotion, the little boy had just looked at the people buried in the earth in silence before, but now he felt a lot of the same desolation and sadness.
Zhou Shan put away the roster, and Tian Yu was naturally not the person who should do these things.
I just have responsibilities when I have free time.
In times of chaos, there are responsibilities in times of chaos.
The Heavenly Prison Sword Cultivator patted Lu Xiaoer on the shoulder again.
"But you probably won't die here." Zhou Shan said very calmly.
Lu Xiaoer frowned and said, "Why?"
Zhou Shan sat cross-legged aside, raised his head to face the spring breeze, and said softly: "It is a shame for a dynasty to let a twelve-year-old boy go to the battlefield."
Lu Xiaoer was holding the sword and looking blankly at the little yellow flower in his hand.
"Actually, your senior brother shouldn't be here. He is twelve or sixteen years old. Don't bully the youth in the world. Youth is naturally the most precious reserve power in the world."
Zhou Shan said, smiled, and looked back at Lu Xiaoer.
"But your senior brother's realm is too high. Who is a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy who has already reached the Snow Leaning Bridge realm? Sometimes I wonder whether you and your senior brother are really from the Lingnan Sword Sect, but the Human Sword Sect." .”
Lu Xiaoer lowered his head and thought for a long time, then said softly: "That's my uncle."
Zhou Shan didn’t know why Lu Xiaoer emphasized this kind of thing, so he sighed sadly and said with a smile: “Uncle Master is also a young man!”
The heavenly wardens who have been stripped of their responsibilities are probably not as gloomy as the world imagines.
Sometimes being gloomy is not an exposed expression of depression.
Zhou Shan raised his hand and pointed at the center of the battlefield, speaking in amazement.
"It was here last night that your senior brother and uncle, each with an umbrella and two swords, fought their way into the mountain forest. The cold light floated around, really like a spring breeze coming suddenly overnight."
Thousands of pear trees are in bloom.
It's just that the pear blossoms are probably bloody.
Lu Xiaoer imagined the stories from last night.
"The demon clan also has sword cultivators, and there are also people who know magic in the rear. Also in the rear, your uncle went directly to them last night. The power of one person almost divided this battlefield. The last sword , and crucified the big demon who played the xun in the forest."
Those who can be called great demons are naturally those in the minor realm.
Even Lu Xiaoer looked at the Heavenly Prison Sword Cultivator on the side with some surprise.
The latter said with emotion: "Although I am also a sword cultivator in the Wenfeng realm, I am only two realms lower than him. But I have to admit that he is much stronger than me, just like a monster."
Lu Xiaoer thought to himself, otherwise, why do you think I emphasize that he is my senior uncle instead of my senior brother?
The young boy naturally has a lot of admiration in his heart.
"He looked very angry."
Zhou Shan said, a little confused.
"I don't know why he looked so angry."
Lu Xiaoer did not answer this question.
Do you want to tell the world that Zhang Xiaoyu, who started this war, is his senior brother?
Lu Xiaoer didn't know many things in the world, so he didn't know whether such an identity would cause a lot of trouble to his uncle.
So he just sat there quietly, shook his head and said, "I don't know, maybe it was because I was bullied by some people from the Human Sword Sect some time ago."
Lu Xiaoer said, looked at Zhou Shan and said sincerely: "Our relationship with the Human Sword Sect is probably not very good."
Zhou Shan looked at Lu Xiaoer strangely.
As we all know, the Lingnan Sword Sect has an alias called the Huanrenjian Sect Sword Cultivator Group.
As a result, Lu Xiaoer said sincerely that they had conflicts with the Human Sword Sect?
Of course, Lu Xiaoer didn't act aimlessly.
Although the little boy is only twelve years old, because he has always been relatively calm and quiet, he naturally has to see many things more clearly.
Zhou Shan mentioned the Human Sword Sect many times in his words, both in the small town then and now. Maybe soon, people from the Human Sword Sect will come here, so Lu Xiaoer naturally needs to mention it.
Lest this Heavenly Prison Sword Cultivator still ignorantly bring people from the Human Sword Sect over - Senior brother, look, there are two good seedlings here.
As a result, the latter directly sneered, of course he is a good young man. The person who almost killed the junior brother of the Human Sword Sect in front of Nanyi City is naturally a good young man.
It’s best if this kind of story doesn’t happen as much as possible.
Zhou Shan was certainly not a fool. Lu Xiaoer simply said that he had a bad relationship with the Human Sword Sect. Naturally, he would not continue these topics. He looked at the young boy strangely for a while, then turned to look into the distance.
Lu Xiaoer also turned his head and looked over there.
The demonic power still permeates the distance.
After the demon clan dies, when the demon power dissipates, it will turn into some strange things.
Just like the Lingnan Lame Deer Sword Sect.
Ting Fengyin and Gu Shanhong climbed up the mountain, only to find that there was only a Chinese cabbage that had been cut in half.
So there are all kinds of strange things in the distance.
There are stools with broken legs, tables with missing corners, handfuls of loess spilled on the ground, and potatoes grown by someone else.
It's like something that was left behind in the world in a hasty escape.
At the first glance, Lu Xiaoer felt that everyone was probably drunk.
Only then can such a hallucinatory story be produced.
Ah, what are you fighting with, a broken chair?
But back then, the eighth senior brother from Mojianya, the demon ancestor in the world, was just a broken sword.
But this is what frightened the world the most.
They would not be so frightened when the wild beasts in the mountains and forests turned into humans.
Just think about it, what if one day you are making tea, and the teapot in your hand suddenly turns into a person, calling you bastard, "scald me to death, burn me to death," and then runs away.
It's not a wonderful thing to think about.
Although such a thing did not happen in front of the world.
But it is precisely because of this that the matter of the demon clan is still an unresolved mystery.
After Lu Xiaoer was initially confused, he accepted this fact.
Fighting with a broken chair is nothing to be ashamed of.
As a human being, it is better to lose to a broken chair.
Therefore, even if the same thing happens, it is usually only between the human race and the demon race.
But that festival in Nanyi City still brought ten thousand words.
Everything is animistic.
It's called All Souls' Day.
Lu Xiaoer sat there for a long time. The battlefield outside the town had almost been cleaned up. After all, this was not the original battle in Nanyi City.
Nearly a million people died outside Nanyi City.
Even cleaning the battlefield later took a long time.
But the people digging carrot pits outside the town in the distance are still going on.
Digging all the way up from the foot of the mountain, there are hollow pits everywhere, where no one has fallen asleep in the pits.
Zhou Shan stood up next to him, took the last roster from the person who came again, and then patted the young boy on the shoulder.
"Go back to the town. Maybe there will be a second wave of fighting soon."
The demon clan has always maintained the habit of going south.
Just like following the story from thousands of years ago.
This was probably due to the fact that the emperors in the north were so powerful.
From the very beginning, the Huai'an Ghost Emperor who was befriended by Nan Yi and was the initial instigator of the Grimace Flower Rebellion, to the Huai'an Emperor who later single-handedly destroyed half of the human world and went straight to the River Styx, and now the Demon Emperor God river.
Even the former secular emperor Li Asan beat the demon tribe into a state of disarray.
So when he was undecided, he went south.
Yunjue Town, a small mountain town on the edge of Bailu territory, became such a pass.
There will probably be many people buried here.
Lu Xiaoer looked back at the graves, said nothing, turned around and walked down the rampart in the not-so-fresh spring breeze.
.......
Nan Dao was washing the Peach Blossom Sword quietly in the yard.
This sword, which was extremely bulky at first and was even thicker than the back of a kitchen knife as Zhang Xiaoyu complained, has changed its appearance.
The green-black color that Qiu Xi'er borrowed the sword from, causing the entire sword body to be ignited, still remains deep-rooted.
This makes the sword named Peach Blossom look more like a sword covered in moss.
However, the blade of the sword has begun to become slender and tough, as if someone is diligently pressing it and polishing it on the grindstone day after day.
It’s not a day’s work.
Whether it was in Lingnan at the beginning or later in the human town and the bamboo forest.
Although Nan Dao did not draw his sword all the time, he never forgot to hold his sword across his knees and cultivate his sword intention.
The flower-piercing sword, which is what Qiu Xi'er originally called the fastest sword in the world, has naturally been introduced to Nandao.
His sword is naturally faster than an ordinary person's.
Just like what Zhang Xiaoyu lamented back then.
Mojianya is always taller and faster than the world.
Nan Dao didn't think about whether it was high or fast.
Just carefully wash away the blood stains remaining in the grooves and gaps on the sword hilt.
Many years ago, there was a kind of handleless sword that was popular in the spiritual world. It was like a narrow rhombus or a drop of rain, hidden in a sword box or a sword bracelet.
If you practice the art of swordsmanship to the extreme, you can wield a sword for thousands of miles and kill people in return.
Abandoning things like the sword hilt and sword grid that are useless for the way of the sword will naturally make the sword move faster and save a lot of trouble.
It's just that the sword cultivator's body is relatively weak. Using a sword like this means that you have completely given up on the ancient style of swordsmanship. Once a Taoist or someone from the Liuyun Sword Sect gets close to the sword in your hand, it will be three feet in front of you. , are difficult to defend.
This kind of flying sword appeared briefly and then disappeared from the track of history.
Swordsmanship in the human world is naturally inseparable from the ancient style of swordsmanship.
Only when the sword is in hand can you know your intention.
When Lu Xiaoer came back with a bottle of wine outside the door, he saw the uncle squatting under the eaves, washing his sword.
Nandao may have the protection of an umbrella, which makes him safer than other sword cultivators.
It's just that sometimes it does cause a lot of inconvenience.
Such as sleeping, taking a bath, or washing a sword.
But fortunately, Jianyi can be regarded as the third hand of sword cultivator, so Nandao is not that troublesome.
However, Lu Xiaoer suddenly remembered the scene of Nan Dao taking a bath.
Squatting in a bucket with an umbrella, would it look like a steamed egg cake?
Nan Dao didn't know what Lu Xiaoer was thinking. He just raised his head and glanced at him, and was a little curious about where the wine in his hand came from.
"Actually, there are some liquor stores in town."
Lu Xiaoer explained when he saw Nan Dao staring at the bottle of wine he was carrying.
Nan Dao also remembered something.
Sword cultivators can skip meals, but most of them still love wine.
Nan Dao doesn't know why other sword cultivators like wine. Maybe it's because they look more chic?
Just like when Chen He wrote his story, he always had some wine.
So the wine in the young boy's hands probably came from some sword cultivators in the town who were good at making wine.
Nan Dao finished washing the sword, put it into its sheath, put it aside, turned around and went to light the stove.
Drinking cold wine naturally has the flavor of drinking cold wine.
But Nan Dao didn't want Lu Xiaoer to drink cold wine.
After all, if you heat it up, it will taste warmer.
There was a hint of blood on the peach blossom that Lu Xiaoer picked from the roadside today.
But the young boy probably didn't notice it.
The bloody peach branches were put into the wine pot and boiled, and a very strange smell gradually came out.
There is a fishy smell.
When the two teenagers drank this kind of wine, they were both stunned.
This pot of wine is quite similar to the pot of wine in Qingtan in the bamboo forest.
The two of them didn't pay attention at first, they just thought it was because they were eating fish.
Lu Xiaoer opened the lid in a daze, looked at the blood stains remaining on a certain peach blossom, and remained silent for a long time.
This mountain fire in the human world is naturally far more ferocious than what they have seen, and it also burns more widely.
