Lu Xiaoer watched another battle.
Although the young boy decided to stay with great ambition and impassioned heart.
Although the blood was redder than the cuckoo and stronger than the setting sun, it finally fell silent like a decadent night.
But as Lu Xiaoer said, he is a member of the serious Lingnan Sword Sect.
However, no one in Yun Jue Town allowed him to get close to the battlefield, which was also helpless.
After the fighting calmed down, Lu Xiaoer jumped off the eaves with his sword in his arms, passed by the sword cultivator named Ximen, and headed all the way towards the barrier outside the town.
So the young boy finally saw the true nature of some stories.
For example, the evil power of those broken chairs and tables has not dissipated, and everyone looks like an upright human being.
In other words, there is something wrong with being upright.
At least when they fell outside the town, some had no heads, some had no arms, some had holes in their stomachs with sword fire still burning inside, and some had been soaked in the Wu River at that time. swollen.
Lu Xiaoer slowed down and looked at them without saying a word for a long time, and then slowly walked towards his uncle and Si Po Sword Cheng Lu.
The people on the battlefield were slowly returning to Yunjue Town. Only a small number of people stayed on the barrier, sitting there and adjusting their breath.
Nan Dao and Cheng Lu were sitting there.
Cheng Lu is naturally also a senior brother.
It's just that some senior brothers are called out of courtesy.
And some senior brothers...
Lu Xiaoer walked over and stopped beside the two of them. He looked at Nan Dao carefully for a long time and found that he was only a little out of strength and had some shock injuries on his left hand, but there were no other serious injuries. Relax.
Turning to look at the messy battlefield left in the night, Lu Xiaoer said softly: "Did they just leave it here like this?"
Cheng Lu looked at this young boy. Although he didn't remember whether he had seen such a young man in the Tianya Sword Sect before, he was just a good-looking young man who probably wouldn't be offensive to others.
So he smiled slightly and said, "Yes, let's wait until tomorrow."
Lu Xiaoer thought for a while, looked at Cheng Lu with his sword in his arms, and said, "Why tomorrow?"
Nan Dao said calmly: "Because I don't want to collect the bodies of the demon clan."
Lu Xiaoer then remembered what happened this morning.
"They look so much like us, even if they have demon powers, it's hard to tell them apart." Cheng Lu explained. "Especially when everyone dies together."
"So wait until tomorrow, when those demon powers gradually dissipate, the distinction between the world's people and the demon clan will be clearer."
Cheng Lu said very calmly.
"Of course we don't want to separate the world from them so clearly. It's just a temporary thing, a temporary thing."
Lu Xiaoer said thoughtfully: "I know."
Everyone is eating at the same table. If the person sitting across from you hears something and turns the table over, will you still help him pick up the dishes?
The young boy turned his head and looked at the people from the Northern Wizardry who were leaving tiredly in the night.
In this war, although Northern Wizardry did not go to the front line, they were the first to sing the praises of the battle, and they were also the end of the battle.
They have been carrying out remote assistance and suppression, and they may have consumed too much.
They were once the ones who turned the table over with some people.
It's just that it ran away halfway.
The world doesn't want to distinguish the Huai'an people from the Huangliang people so clearly.
It is also a temporary thing that has a temporary cure.
Cheng Lu stood up, glanced at the two teenagers on the barrier, and said with a smile: "I'm tired too, so I'll leave first. You guys should go back and rest early. I don't know when the next battle will be."
Lu Xiaoer was probably speechless.
"Master, what are you tired of?"
Nan Dao called him Senior Brother Cheng Lu, Lu Xiaoxiao and the others also called him Senior Brother Cheng Lu, and Lu Xiaoer naturally called him Senior Uncle.
Cheng Lu glanced at Nandao and said to the young boy: "Your uncle rushed into the tide of monsters so unreasonably. Do you think I will be easy?"
Lu Xiaoer was speechless.
Although Cheng Lu only fired one sword in the whole process, after the Nandao was shocked out of where the Xun sounds were, the sword disappeared in the night.
Although this disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect only stopped on the barrier, he took over the position of Ximen and has been paying attention to the situation on the entire battlefield.
Especially when he saw the young man under the umbrella going deep with his sword, the usually peaceful Si Po Jian felt some emotions of shock and fear.
That's why he said that - he is really brave.
Cheng Lu carried the sword on his back and walked off the barrier in the night.
I feel much more relaxed now than before.
Lu Xiaoer looked away from Cheng Lu who was walking away and looked at his uncle.
"Uncle, are you okay?"
Nan Dao's face was indeed a little pale.
But that was probably just because of over-driving the vitality of heaven and earth.
Although Taoists cultivate the charm of the Tao, sword practitioners cultivate the sword's will.
But no matter what you cultivate, the vitality of heaven and earth is the root that drives everything.
Just like those Tianyan machines in Xuanxu Courtyard.
It appears that water vapor is the source of power.
But it's actually the coals that are used to boil water.
Nan Dao shook his head and said, "It's okay."
There was some tranquility on the rampart, and some alarming chirping of insects and birds in the distant mountains, which sounded quite bleak.
Lu Xiaoer's eyes fell on Nan Dao's bloody left hand. He was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "So what exactly is under Uncle Master's umbrella?"
Although Nan Dao told him at the beginning that he was protecting the world from the wind and snow.
But Lu Xiaoer still didn't quite understand what that meant.
Nan Dao also looked at his own hand and said calmly: "It's sword light."
Lu Xiaoer sat there in a daze.
"Sword light?"
The boy under the umbrella looked up at the sky.
"Some sword lights that the world cannot bear are like snow, with a chill, falling finely on the world. Anyone who looks up at the snow will die inside."
Lu Xiaoer said nothing more or asked any more questions. He eliminated his curiosity about the story and sat there quietly holding his sword.
Nan Dao didn't mention this story again. After sitting for a while, he almost rested, stood up, and walked towards the bottom of the barrier.
Lu Xiaoer hurriedly followed.
Nan Dao walked very calmly and peacefully under the umbrella. Although he was full of blood and demon power, it actually had nothing to do with the four characters of tranquility and tranquility.
But this kind of peace comes from the emotion he felt when he told Lu Xiaoer the stories under the umbrella.
This is different from the past.
No longer with any fear or confusion, he just described those things very calmly, like a third party.
A stone is a stone and a sunset is a sunset.
Just like what Ye Zhuliu and Lu Xiaoer said back then.
It's just grass growing on rocks.
...
It was the fifth day of the second lunar month in the year 1044 of the Dafeng Calendar.
This is the third day that Nan Dao and Lu Xiaoer came to Yunjue Town.
They had been fishing and being fished in Xie Chunxue's bamboo forest for so long that they couldn't tell their age for a while. It was only today that they heard this made-up date from a sword cultivator passing by in an alley.
Probably the sword cultivator passing by the alley was also a current one.
It doesn't matter what you look like or who you are.
It's important to have someone to tell them the time.
Yuan Sanzhou came back from the town with a big bag of buns.
As more and more practitioners come to Yunjue Town, the town has indeed regained some of its human flavor.
Some sword cultivators know how to make wine, some Taoists know how to cook, and some great witches know how to make steamed buns.
Things like steamed buns were passed down from Huangliang.
I heard that it was because someone wanted to cross the river before, but the wind and waves continued to be bad, so someone else proposed to sacrifice the blood of the head to the gods and ghosts.
The man refused and made something like a bun.
When Yuan Sanzhou was buying steamed buns, he repeatedly asked the little witch if the meat was obtained from the corpses of the demon clan outside the town.
Although the little witch was very unjust - after all, they couldn't do such a crazy thing. .
However, Yuan Sanzhou still only bought a bunch of fan bags.
I ate it while walking, taking half a bite, revealing the bitten vermicelli, which bounced like muscles.
Yuan Sanzhou didn't know why he thought of such disgusting things.
But I still had no idea of returning the buns, so I could only try my best not to think about these things.
We went all the way back to the alley where Nan Dao and Lu Xiaoer were. This alley, which was still deserted at that time, also had many sword cultivators living there.
Lu Xiaoer was talking to the sword cultivators gathered at the entrance of the courtyard, repeating some repetitive words.
"Yes, it's my uncle."
"Lingnan Tianya Sword Sect."
"Master uncle is only fifteen or sixteen years old."
"Hold an umbrella because he has some special hobbies."
"..."
Yuan Sanzhou squeezed into the crowd.
When Lu Xiaoer saw Yuan Sanzhou coming, he breathed a sigh of relief as if he was seeing a savior. He glanced at Yuan Sanzhou guiltily. Before the First Peak disciple understood what that meant, The young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who imitated Lu Xiaosan as a traitor, said nothing and hurriedly slipped in and closed the courtyard door.
"You can ask me, my uncle."
Yuan Sanzhou was holding the pile of buns in a daze, looking at the sword cultivators who were looking at him. After a moment, he also reacted. He lifted up the buns in his hands with a silly look and smiled stupidly. Then he said: "Hey, do you want to eat steamed buns?"
"..."
...
Yuan Sanzhou finally broke free from the encirclement of those sword cultivators and sat in the yard, scolding Lu Xiaoer who was eating his buns for the unscrupulous thing he did.
"Fortunately, I woke up early in the morning to buy buns for you because I was afraid that you would be hungry. You actually did this to me?"
Lu Xiaoer turned around with a guilty conscience.
Twelve ashamed uncles, under the eaves behind.
"I was never so nervous when I was surrounded by monsters last night."
Yuan Sanzhou gnawed on the bun angrily.
"What if I say something wrong and Lingnan's image is ruined? Lu Xiaoer, Lu Xiaoer, can you bear this responsibility?"
"...."
Lu Xiaoer was Lu Xiaoer after all, and he felt quite ashamed when faced with this situation.
If it were Lu Xiaosan, he would probably reply with shamelessness - it was destroyed by my uncle, and it is none of my business.
But Lu Xiaosan probably wouldn't be tired of dealing with the curiosity of those sword cultivators.
This third disciple of Lu Xiaosan would only say shamelessly - My uncle is certainly powerful, but I, Lu Xiaosan, am the great swordsman in the world. The reason why I don't take action is because as long as I take a slight action, this area will be destroyed. The limit of the human world.
Nan Dao was also eating buns there, but he was not so silent.
He just watched the two people bickering quietly.
Yuan Sanzhou scolded Lu Xiaoer for a long time, and finally frowned slightly, looking at Nan Dao aside, amazed, still immersed in what Nan Dao did last night, looking at this young senior brother over and over again.
"Senior brother is also in the realm of enlightenment, and I am also in the realm of enlightenment. Why is there such a big difference?"
Yuan Sanzhou was very sad.
Nan Dao just smiled.
But Lu Xiaoer seized the opportunity, turned around and looked at Yuan Sanzhou and said sincerely: "So my uncle is the hope of Lingnan, but you, uncle Yuan, are not."
Yuan Sanzhou was not angry this time. The young swordsman who was only nineteen years old and already felt that he was an old man from Lingnan looked at Lu Xiaoer with a smile, and watched as the young man finished chewing the bun in his hand and threw it away again. A past.
"Yes, so do you, Lu Xiaoer."
Repaying evil with kindness is probably the most shameless conspiracy in the world.
So when Lu Xiaoer heard Yuan Sanzhou's words, he turned back even more guiltily.
The yard calmed down, and the three of them quietly enjoyed the rare tranquility of the town in the spring breeze of February.
After Yuan Sanzhou finished eating the steamed buns, he began to worry again. He sat on the eaves of the courtyard, carrying his sword and looking out at the world outside the town.
"Will the demon clan come again today?"
Will the demon clan come again today?
Can we hold on today?
How long will this southern war last?
When people are not full, they will only think of how hungry I am.
After eating, you will feel a lot of sadness.
Lu Xiaoer naturally didn't know, so he looked at Nan Dao sitting under the eaves of the courtyard.
Nan Dao thought about it seriously for a long time, but naturally he was not sure.
So it becomes a question with no answer.
The wind will always blow, but no one knows when it will blow.
The demon clan is back.
But no one knows when they will come.
Lu Xiaoer, a young boy who had eaten and drank enough, also decided to make some contribution. After all, as a swordsman in the mountain realm, he couldn't just fetch water for his uncle to take a shower every day.
The young boy finished chewing the bun in his hand, picked up the bucket next to him and took a sip. He wiped his mouth with a bold gesture that was quite inconsistent with his handsome appearance, and walked out of the courtyard with his sword in his arms.
"what are you going to do?"
Yuan Sanzhou heard the movement and looked back at the young boy.
Lu Xiaoer said without looking back: "I'm going to find out some information."
...
Although there were many sword cultivators and wizards walking in the town in the early morning, there was no very lively atmosphere, especially when those cultivators were walking on the road with injuries.
A clean young boy like Lu Xiaoer naturally attracts attention, just like his uncle who holds an umbrella for no reason.
From time to time, someone would ask who brought this young boy here.
Those who already know will explain there, they are the nephew of the young man holding the black umbrella.
Although Lu Xiaoer didn't like their questioning of his age.
But hearing the prefix of his identity, he was also very happy.
Yes, Lu Xiaoer is the nephew of the boy holding the black umbrella.
For this young man from Lingnan, this is undoubtedly something to be proud of.
Just like he whispered on the rooftop last night.
This is my uncle, Lingnan sword cultivator.
But the young boy still felt that it was not enough.
My uncle's name should be louder.
People will be in awe when they hear it.
For example, that is the disciple of Karma Sword Congren.
That was Chen Yunxi's disciple.
But it's obviously very greedy to think about these things now.
Lu Xiaoer also suppressed the restlessness in his heart, passed through the practitioners who wanted to touch his head, and looked for the direction of Si Po Jian Cheng Lu and the others.
It wasn't until the young boy felt that his hair had been shortened by several inches that he finally saw Cheng Lu, the figure standing on the eaves at the edge of the town.
But Ximen is not here, he doesn’t know where he went.
There was no trace of the people from the Heavenly Prison. They probably went outside the town to observe the disturbance.
After all, the patrol officials of the Heavenly Prison spend their whole day traveling around the mountains and rivers of the world, so they must have a clear understanding of the local features.
Lu Xiaoer didn't care either.
He just looked up at the Liuyun sword cultivator who was standing on the high eaves with two swords on his back and a slight frown on his back. Then he jumped up one by one along the eaves on all sides.
After all, he was just seeing the mountains, and the young boy's realm did not allow him to fall gracefully to the relatively high eaves for overlooking.
"Uncle Master."
Lu Xiaoer stepped on a piece of rubble and walked towards Cheng Lu with a banging sound.
Although at the beginning, the young boy was a little hostile towards Cheng Lu.
After all, this sword cultivator had been blocking Lingnan on the South Island.
It's just that Cheng Lu is not a bad person after all, he is just entrusted by others.
Hearing the voice behind her, Cheng Lu came back to her senses. She looked at Lu Xiaoer and asked with some confusion, "What are you doing here?"
Lu Xiaoer is not good at saying nonsense, so he goes straight to the point.
"Will the demon tribe come again today?"
Cheng Lu raised her eyebrows and said, "Why are you asking? You don't have to go to the battlefield."
Lu Xiaoer thought to himself that since I can't go to the battlefield, can't I know these things?
Or is it that your adult world is always full of nonsense?
Of course there are benefits to bullshit.
But Cheng Lu could probably tell that Lu Xiaoer didn't care about this and just wanted to know an answer.
So he turned back and said, "I don't know."
Lu Xiaoer held the sword and looked at Cheng Lu quietly, and said, "But I saw that Uncle Master just now seemed a little worried."
Cheng Lu said softly: "Yes."
"Why?"
Cheng Lu thought for a moment and said, "Because I don't know if the demon clan will come."
Lu Xiaoer probably didn't understand what Cheng Lu meant, so he took a few steps forward and stood next to the Liuyun sword cultivator, looking at the world from a distance.
The world is calm in the blood that has not faded away, and it is also calm in the spring breeze in the distance.
"Isn't it a good thing if the demon clan doesn't come?"
Cheng Lu turned around and answered the young boy's question seriously.
"It's not necessarily a good thing, because if they don't come, we have to start thinking, if they don't come here, where will they go?"
