Cheng Lu sighed as she let Lu Xiaoer go over.
But he didn't go looking for Nan Dao, he just stood there, staring at the alley, holding his sword and tilting his head, not knowing what he was looking at.
Ximen looked at him for a long time, probably not understanding what Cheng Lu was thinking.
"What are you looking at, senior brother?"
Cheng Lu turned back and said calmly: "There is a wine pot over there."
Naturally there is a wine bottle on the alley wall.
It was left by Nan Dao last night when he came back full of blood. He didn't want the smell to affect Lu Xiaoer who hadn't woken up yet, so he sat on the wall and drank for a long time.
Ximen probably didn't understand why Cheng Lu was paying attention to the jug.
Cheng Lu turned around, faced the north of the town, and said softly: "When you climb high and drink at night, there will be people who can see from afar."
Simon raised his eyebrows.
Cheng Lu continued: "Which young swordsman in the south has never called him Senior Brother Zhang Xiaoyu?"
Ximen may have understood something, and said slowly: "Brother, why are you paying attention to this?"
Cheng Lu smiled, walked forward with the sword in his arms, and said, "It's nothing, I just happened to see it and thought of something."
Ximen was silent for a long time, and then followed him.
"Senior brother has a good relationship with Nandao?"
Cheng Lu tilted her head and thought for a while, then said: "It's not good, it's not bad either. Because of this boy, I broke my hand and received a beating."
Qiu Xi'er asked Cheng Lu to go to Lingnan to deliver some news, but when he went up the mountain, he was tricked by the old man from the Tianya Sword Sect and he got drunk.
Later, he simply ran to Mojian Cliff to be beaten.
Ximen said softly: "That's good."
Cheng Lu heard something strange in this sentence and turned to look at Ximen who was walking behind him with a knife in his back.
"What do you mean? Does he have something to do with your Heavenly Prison?"
Some things are still unfounded, so Ximen naturally will not say it in front of this senior brother who is sighing at the young man's growth. He just said calmly: "He once burned down Nanyi City Heavenly Prison. In the future, Some things must be carefully calculated.”
Cheng Lu took a deep breath.
He probably also admired that young man's courage.
...
When Lu Xiaoer came back, he poured the pot of wine into the pot where the wine was boiled, and replaced it with a fresh one. He carefully checked that there was no blood stain in the peach blossom.
"When I went out just now, I saw people from Liuyun Sword Sect."
Lu Xiaoer sat down by the stove and added firewood to it while saying.
Nan Dao was not surprised.
After all, for such a big matter, it would be strange if people from Liuyun Sword Sect could not be seen.
Lu Xiaoer thought for a while, then continued: "I also saw the Four-Breaking Sword Cheng Lu."
Nan Dao then raised his head and glanced at the young boy.
Cheng Lu probably seems to be related to everyone in the world.
But I don’t have a deep relationship with anyone.
The real intersection between Nan Dao and Cheng Lu only happened once on the cliff above Tianya Sword Sect.
There, Cheng Lu talked to him a lot like a real senior brother.
Lu Xiaoer looked at the pensive Nan Dao and asked, "Uncle Master, do you want to meet him?"
Nan Dao shook his head and said, "Is he carrying a broken sword?"
Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and nodded affirmatively.
Nan Dao sat safely under the umbrella.
"Then it's gone."
Lu Xiaoer asked curiously: "What does this have to do with Broken Sword?"
Nan Dao said softly: "That broken sword, I guess, may be the decisive battle between the seven masters of Mojian Cliff - that is my bounty."
Lu Xiaoer was stunned for a long time.
Nan Dao sat there and said calmly: "I'm afraid he will be tempted."
After a long time, Lu Xiaoer looked at Nan Dao blankly and said, "Uncle Master, have you ever violated the rules of heaven?"
Nan Dao thought for a while and said, "I want to know too."
The two teenagers sat in the yard in silence.
The pot of peach blossom wine on the stove is ready.
Nan Dao didn't mention these things again. He lifted the jug from the stove and was about to pour wine when the door of the small courtyard was suddenly pushed open.
Lu Xiaoer instantly grasped the sword in his hand.
The young boy holds a sword every day, but rarely uses it.
Nan Dao also put down the wine bottle and turned his head to look over.
It was a young man who opened the door.
Lu Xiaoer let go of the sword in his hand.
Because the man had no ill intentions and had a very surprised smile on his face.
This is a Lingnan sword cultivator.
His name is Yuan Sanzhou, whom I once saw on the first peak of Xiaojiu Peak. The nineteen-year-old sword cultivator who once entered the Taoist realm has now become a Taoist.
This is certainly a curious thing.
"Senior brother, you are really here!"
Yuan Sanzhou looked at the two teenagers in the courtyard in surprise.
Nan Dao probably didn't expect to see this disciple of the First Peak here, and he nodded blankly for a moment.
Yuan Sanzhou said as he walked towards the eaves of the courtyard with his sword on his back.
"I was among the first batch of sword cultivators who rushed to rescue Bailu. Bailu fell. We fled in all directions. After hearing some news in the territory, we rushed to Yunjue Town. We just heard two people talking in the town. I looked for him all the way with my senior brother’s name in mind.”
Lu Xiaoer moved his position a little further, then went into the room and brought out a cup for Yuan Sanzhou.
The three of them sat by the fire.
"So that's it." Nan Dao said softly, then looked at the sword cultivator who had some scars on his body, and asked, "How are the people from Lingnan?"
Yuan Sanzhou sighed, took the glass of peach blossom wine that Lu Xiaoer poured for him, and said with lingering fear while drinking: "Of course there is nothing wrong with Lingnan, but many of us who came to Bailu died, who I didn’t expect that Bailu would fall so quickly.”
This may not be so surprising.
The southern armies are empty.
If Shanyue was not too close to Lingnan, and if Zhang Xiaoyu told Zhuxi the news sincerely, then a city in the mountains would probably be occupied by the monster clan that rose up in a very short time.
"The demon clan also has many sword cultivators, but Tao cultivators are probably a little rarer, and they possess demon power. Once they gather together, they will become a very powerful force."
Yuan Sanzhou was probably worried that Nan Dao wouldn't understand something, so he explained it seriously.
Nan Dao said calmly: "I know."
Lu Xiaoer on the side was sipping peach blossom wine.
"Uncle Master had already fought against those monsters last night, and even killed a big monster with his own hands."
Yuan Sanzhou was stunned for a long time, then looked at Nan Dao with a sigh and said, "Senior brother is amazing."
The big demon naturally corresponds to the existence of the small realm.
Yuan Sanzhou was about to say something, but the town outside the courtyard suddenly became noisy.
Don't know why.
Lu Xiaoer put down the peach blossom wine and stood up holding his sword.
"I'll go check it out."
Nan Dao nodded.
The young boy walked out with his sword in his arms very vigilantly.
Not long after, Lu Xiaoer came back with a strange expression.
Nan Dao raised his eyebrows when he saw Lu Xiaoer's expression.
"What happened?"
Lu Xiaoer stood at the entrance of the courtyard for a long time holding his sword, and then said with some disbelief: "The people from the Northern Witch Way are here."
The courtyard fell silent.
The story that happened in March last year has once again appeared in the eyes of the world.
Yuan Sanzhou was a little silent, but not angry.
After all, everyone in the south later learned about some of the stories that happened outside the city.
Northern Wu Dao was not involved in those events.
They took advantage of the situation to cross the river and then disappeared into the battlefield. Even Chen Nu, one of the three great spiritual wizards of Southern Chu, died in the hands of Wu Bei, the Northern Wizard Master.
This is a very strange story.
The world can vaguely hear some news.
However, many of the stories are difficult to touch.
The world can also roughly guess what the people of Northern Wizardry want to do.
They also want to enter the Tao.
Enter the place where the avenue flourishes.
If the incident about the attack of Wugui Dao and 800,000 black armors had not happened outside Nanyi City, the world might not have thought too much.
It's a pity that the war still happened like this.
Therefore, Beiwu Dao was rejected by the North with a resolute attitude. For a long year, they were homeless outside Nanyi City.
After a long time, Yuan Sanzhou, a swordsman who once stood at the top of Nanyi City, said with regret: "It seems they really want to stay in the north."
That's why I sincerely seize any possible opportunity.
His contribution to helping the building turn the tide is naturally the most convincing to the world.
It's just that this is a torrent that even southern sword cultivators find difficult and have to pay a huge price to stop it.
However, the nearly a thousand people in the Northern Wizardry probably wouldn't be able to accomplish any heroic deeds.
Lu Xiaoer had other ideas.
"Aren't they good at witchcraft? If they can summon spirits, it should really be of great help."
Nan Dao said calmly: "It is the southern witch who can summon spirits, not the northern witch."
Lu Xiaoer was obviously a little disappointed.
"Then why are they here to die?"
This is probably the greatest truth in the world.
"If everyone in Northern Wizardry died in White Deer, then what's the point?"
The little boy sighed.
They probably admired their courage, but also felt that this was a very stupid thing to do.
Yuan Sanzhou smiled when he heard Lu Xiaoer's words and said, "If all eighty thousand sword cultivators from Lingnan died outside Nanyi City, what do you think the world would do?"
Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and said: "The world will be very grateful, and then go and pay homage. This is the only thing the world can do."
Nan Dao drank wine and said: "The world can only do this, but the sword sect can do other things. As a big barrier behind Nanyi City, the Lingnan sword sect cannot really disappear like this, so the human sword sect can't really disappear like this." In places like Zongliu Yun Sword Sect, there is a high probability that seniors will go to the mountains to establish a sect and continue the name of Lingnan Sword Sect."
Lu Xiaoer was thoughtful.
"So this probably means that we would rather take the straight path than seek the truth from the twists and turns?"
Yuan Sanzhou nodded.
The story of Beiwu Dao is probably the simplest story in the world.
Cross the river and establish a foothold in the north.
So they came to White Hart.
.....
The current Taoist master of the Northern Witch Way is a great wizard named Youque.
It's just a pity that his surname is not Hua.
Ximen looked at the young wizard walking down the long street of the town and said softly: "It seems that Hua Wubei is indeed a good person."
Cheng Lu shrugged.
He didn't know what the story of Nanyi City was.
It's just that no one in the world would refute the statement that Young Master Wubei is indeed a good person.
How could the world praise Zhang Xiaoyu when the sky was filled with red and he sent flowers back to the Styx River without sadness.
How regretful it is now - why couldn't Young Master Wubei kill him in the first place?
If Young Master Wubei was not injured, he could indeed have pinned Zhang Xiaoyu to death in the Nanyi River.
It's a pity that the young master at that time, Wu Bei, accidentally fell into the river of destiny and suffered the sword intent left by Cong Ren many years ago from Bai Fengyu's body. Naturally, he was at the end of his strength.
So I can only leave in a hurry and die in a hurry.
Just if you look at it from another angle.
Young Master Wubei didn't go to Yichi to find Zhang Xiaoyu, and that white-clothed swordsman wouldn't have entered the Taoist Way early. And if he had really sharpened his sword, he might not lose to that Taoist.
Will future stories never happen?
So what is fate, how is it three feet.
The world still has no way of knowing.
Ximen waited until the great witch came to the door of the wine shop, and then he said sincerely: "I'm sorry for the many misunderstandings I had about Young Master Wubei."
Da Wu Youque gave an equally sincere answer just like his name.
"The bright moon in the sky is round and missing. Living in the world naturally has all kinds of regrets. Sir Ximen doesn't have to be like this."
Ximen looked at the northern witches who were quietly dispersing into the long street of Yunjue Town, and said softly: "So you are here to make his story complete?"
The young wizard Huang Liang said calmly: "It is not only the story of Lord Wubei, but also our story."
Naturally, the Northern Wizardry is not only the Northern Wizardry of Young Master Wubei.
Cheng Lu folded her arms and leaned against a pillar with some curiosity.
"I'm curious, what is it about the north that attracts you? That's why for more than a thousand years, you Northern Witches have always wanted to settle in the north."
Youque thought very sincerely.
After a long time, he chuckled and said: "I don't know, maybe it's because we are not religious enough about gods and ghosts, maybe we are too influenced by the Northern Avenue. If this senior brother can't understand, that's okay. Think of us as obsessed with it."
Someone asked me where you are, and I still can’t forget it after all these years...
The Northern Witch Way is probably indeed a combination of the Witch Ghost Way and the Northern Avenue.
Those cultivators of witches and ghosts who exist in the north of Huangliang have naturally developed a lot of interest in the land across the river.
When the name Beiwu Dao appeared, it was truly separated from the witches of Southern Chu.
Those stories have become an obsession.
Cheng Lu did not ask further. Whether some things were true or false, time will give the answer when the story ends.
Ximen looked at this sincere Great Wizard of the Northern Wizardry.
"You should know that if you want to be recognized by the world, just following some stories is not enough."
Youque was silent for a while, then raised his head and stood under the eaves facing the February spring breeze.
It almost looks like scissors.
When the soft spring breeze, carrying the long-lasting smell of blood, fell on the young man's face, it gave him a feeling of pain.
"The Northern Witch Dao will meet those monsters before the sword cultivators and the world."
Cheng Lu raised her eyebrows.
Northern Witch Road as the vanguard?
The mage is close to his face and is wide open?
If such things were said, wouldn't Cheng Lu and Ximen be scolded to death by the world as idiots?
Ximen naturally knew that Wugui Dao was a weaker practice than Sword Cultivator, so he smiled helplessly.
"Today you and I are of the same race, and we naturally cannot do such a thing by letting people of the same race die."
Youque was silent for a long time and said softly: "The Northern Wizardry will fight to the death."
Cheng Lu said calmly: "Okay."
.....
In a mountain forest in the south.
The blindfolded swordsman in white was sitting quietly on a rock.
His face was pale and his lips were bright-colored - the color of overflowing blood. The sword intent flowed on the white clothes, but it was obviously missing a lot of edge.
It came from the injuries caused by Xie Chunxue's sword.
Although the sword was a little deflected, it was not the mercy of the senior sister in white who was sitting in the bamboo forest fishing.
But Zhang Xiaoyu reacted extremely keenly.
In that moment, his body turned into sword light and moved an inch, which prevented him from dying under that sword.
Zhang Xiaoyu naturally doesn't take any chances.
People from the Human Sword Sect, if nothing happens, are naturally gentle. Compared with the people in the world, they can be described as gentler.
But if something happens in the world, maybe the world will see the sharpness under those gentleness.
If Xie Chunxue knew something about what he had done, it would be impossible for him to hold back.
Therefore, Zhang Xiaoyu was extremely vigilant for a long period of time after leaving Shanyue City.
It wasn't until the sword fell that Zhang Xiaoyu felt a little calmer.
Always worrying that it is coming is worse than actually coming.
Zhang Xiaoyu fled all the way until he landed in this green mountain, then he stopped and quietly repaired the injuries caused by the sword.
The vitality of heaven and earth and the sword intention flow around the body together, and the damage caused by the sword is naturally not just the body.
The sudden spread of sword intent also caused considerable trauma to Zhang Xiaoyu's Divine Sea.
The path of spiritual practice in the human world naturally becomes more difficult the further you go.
The gap between the cultivation of nine folds and the cultivation of five folds is naturally huge.
Zhang Xiaoyu adjusted his breathing for a long time, and then coughed. The blood color on his lips, which was gradually dimming, was painted with a new color.
But this young man was very calm.
Although these injuries were severe, they were still within the range that Zhang Xiaoyu could bear.
At least, it is far inferior to the peach that I accidentally touched.
Zhang Xiaoyu could only use the sword intention of the third generation master of the Human Sword Sect to eliminate those sword intentions.
After a long time, Zhang Xiaoyu raised his hand and wiped the blood on his lips, and stood up in the spring breeze and green mountains. Just as he was about to leave, there was some movement in the mountains and forests.
Zhang Xiaoyu turned his head, and in the tracks brought by the wind noise, he could vaguely see the outline of a figure there.
"Can you really go on this road, Zhang Xiaoyu?"
That voice was very deep.
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't answer, and the brows under his white clothes furrowed.
The sword intent circulates around the body, and the white clothes float in the spring breeze, and the mountains and rivers inscriptions on the Taoist robe underneath are looming.
"Who are you?"
There was no answer in the forest, and the silhouette of the figure had disappeared at some point.
