Lu Xiaoer stood there in a daze.
Naturally, the young boy had very few things to think about.
In his eyes, the demon clan can only go in two directions: come or not.
It's just that things in the human world naturally don't have only two directions.
It will rain, snow, and hail, or meteorites may fall and kill people.
Nothing is impossible.
Then the young boy seemed to realize something, looked at Cheng Lu and said, "So Lord Ximen went to Bailu to find out the news?"
Cheng Lu nodded.
Lu Xiaoer was still a little confused.
"Why did Uncle Master suddenly think of this question?"
Cheng Lu said calmly: "Because it went so smoothly."
Lu Xiaoer thought about the demon clan's attack in the past two days and said softly: "How did it go smoothly?"
Cheng Lu stood in the spring breeze with her sword behind her back, and said calmly: "Yun Jue Town always wins, and the right number always appears outside the town. They always fight until late at night and then leave."
Cheng Lu didn't know what she was thinking of as she spoke. She turned to look at the young boy beside her and spoke very vividly.
"It's like you met a little girl in the human world. You like her very much, and she doesn't reject you. She just maintains a distant relationship with you. From time to time, she will come over pitifully and call her brother, brother, to let you I feel like I’m tossing and turning and I can’t bring myself to let go.”
"...."
Lu Xiaoer stood on the eaves in silence.
Cheng Lu said very calmly: "This is how the White Deer Monster Clan makes me feel."
Although this Liuyun sword cultivator walks in the world very peacefully, he probably came from a place of killers and his sense of smell is always sensitive.
When he got up in the morning and faced the spring breeze that smelled of blood but still made people feel comfortable, he suddenly thought of such a question.
An extremely critical factor in war is to anticipate the enemy's opportunities.
Although Cheng Lu had not experienced war, she was keenly aware of these things.
So early in the morning, Ximen and I spent a long time in the town watching the peaceful human world. Finally, Ximen decided to take the Heavenly Prisoner with him to explore deeper into the territory of Bailu.
Then, a young boy came with a sword in his arms and asked that question.
Although Cheng Lu's metaphor made Lu Xiaoer very shy.
But the heaviness quickly dispelled everything.
The young boy looked at this uncle with a solemn expression.
"If they don't come, where will they go?"
Cheng Lu didn't speak for a long time, and just said softly: "Shanyue City is empty."
Just like what Simon and the others said at the beginning.
Once the situation in Shanyue is calmed down, he will rush to the rescue of Bailu with the Lingnan Sword Sect.
Now that I think about it, maybe those sword cultivators are already on their way to Bailu.
The terrain in Shanyue is complex, with many high mountains and peaks covering it, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack. Moreover, there are some things hidden in those mountains and forests that are naturally extremely difficult to discover.
Lu Xiaoer stood there in a daze.
After the mountain moon, there is Lingnan.
...
When Lu Xiaoer brought the news back to the courtyard, both Yuan Sanzhou and Nan Dao were as stunned as young boys.
Lu Xiaoer stood at the door of the courtyard holding his sword and said softly: "But this is just Uncle Cheng Lu's guess. Master Ximen hasn't come back yet. Maybe we are just overthinking."
These are probably just words that have a somewhat comforting effect.
Yuan Sanzhou sat on the edge of the wall in a daze.
Nan Dao was silent under the umbrella.
Although the worst may not necessarily come, once it does, the consequences will naturally be extremely serious.
Yuan Sanzhou didn't know what he thought of, so he jumped down from the wall, then walked to the door of the courtyard, opened the door, looked outside, and closed the door again.
The practitioners outside the courtyard were still walking quietly in the spring breeze passing through the alleys, or sitting under some trees to practice and adjust their breath.
Naturally, they don’t know about such things.
Maybe it’s not suitable for more people to know.
Although Lu Xiaoer was only a young boy, he was relatively calm and naturally did not publicize what Cheng Lu told him.
This actually made the First Peak disciple breathe a sigh of relief.
As a swordsman in Lingnan at that time, Yuan Sanzhou naturally had more experiences.
Some worries are things that people at the top should consider, but if they fall to the bottom, they are likely to cause riots.
At the end of the day, even if it is true as Cheng Lu said, the demon clan may indeed go to Shanyue, Yun Juezhen cannot give up.
Giving up means that Bailu's door to the south is wide open, and the demon clan can cross that section of Fengqiling and enter the territory of Nanyi City without any hindrance.
This will have an extremely serious impact on the situation in the entire south.
What happened to Shan Yue was beyond the reach of Yun Jue Zhen.
So for now, they can only wait quietly for the news of Heavenly Prison to come back from the depths of White Deer.
...
The Heavenly Prisoner is approaching the northwest of Bailu among the mountains and forests that are not high in the human world.
Ximen also walked in this quiet world with his sword behind his back.
They passed through many towns, but they were all deserted. Bailu City fell. After a long time, it naturally led to a complete fall. The people of the world had already fled to places like Nanyi or Shanyuexuanxue at the beginning of the story.
Today's Bailu can indeed be called a demon land.
Those monsters looked like ordinary people and no longer concealed their demonic power. Even though they had left, those demonic powers still lingered in the spring breeze.
The young leader of Heavenly Hell, carrying a broken sword on his back, stopped in front of a certain town west of Bailu.
There were several heavenly wardens following behind him very vigilantly.
This town is close to the west, and the terrain is naturally not as flat as the central part of Bailu. There are many undulating green hills. This may be the reason why many demon tribes have stayed there. The demon power was strong and has not dissipated for a long time.
The stone road leading to the town was glowing with spring green light, but the gaps, like all the towns in the south, contained some blood that had settled.
The spring branches pick blood and tremble in the wind.
People have resisted before, but they probably failed miserably in the end.
One day, the warden wanted to explore the town, but was stopped by Ximen who raised his hand.
This young man who had been cut off by a finger on the mountain road outside Nanyi City stood there quietly, crossing the long stone streets and falling into the deepest place where he could not be seen.
Zhou Shan stood behind Ximen. Seeing Ximen's appearance, he raised his hand and grasped the sword behind him, and pulled it out with a loud sound, his expression solemn.
"Is there something weird in there, Lord Ximen?"
The heavenly wardens scattered towards the Bailu territory. All the way here, the buildings were empty, as if all the monsters had retreated to Bailu City last night.
This was the first town that gave Simon pause.
Ximen did not speak, but after a long silence, he raised his hand and took off the broken knife from behind, held it in his hand, and then slowly walked towards the town.
Zhou Shan and other heavenly jailers also followed with their swords drawn.
The town is quiet, or a kind of quiet.
The spring breeze in the world blows the sound of flag curtains on the street, the sound of falling flowers and leaves behind the courtyard wall, and the sound of water dripping under the eaves.
Everything sounded slowly in a peaceful atmosphere.
The long street is straight and turns into the depths of those green eaves under an archway at the end.
It wasn't until they got here that Zhou Shan and the others heard a very subtle sound, blown through the streets by the wind among those small town sounds, and falling at their feet like leaves.
Ximen looked back at Zhou Shan and the others, and then looked outside the town. The latter understood what Ximen meant and stopped there holding the sword.
Ximen held the knife in his hand and walked towards the corner of the long street.
At the corner is a wine shop, and the spring breeze blows the light curtains around the street, swaying slightly.
There was a faint figure among them, seemingly sitting at the door, facing some flickering firelight.
Ximen stopped there quietly, as if he could faintly smell the aroma of wine.
The two stood like this across the curtain.
The streets are filled with spring breeze and comfort.
After a long time, Ximen put his thumb on the handle of the knife, stepped forward, and opened the door curtain.
The figure behind the curtain also raised his head and looked at the young man who walked in with a smile.
"Simon?"
Obviously, the two did not know each other.
Ximen stood at the door holding a knife, looking at the woman in a blue dress quietly.
Between the two of them, there was a low table with a small stove, a pot of wine and a plate of scattered green plums.
Simon did not know such a woman sitting in front of the stove.
But that didn't stop him from guessing something.
"Lord of White Deer City?"
The woman smiled slightly and said, "Yes."
The city lords of the two cities of Shanyue and Bailu are naturally women.
Ximen was silent for a while and said softly: "I never thought that the city lord would be a great monster in the world."
In the past thousands of years, the world has been the same, whether it is a human or a demon, it is naturally difficult to distinguish.
Qin Sang, the city lord of White Deer City, had gentle eyes, but at this moment he also raised his eyebrows and said: "It seems that there is some regret after hearing what Lord Ximen said?"
Simon said calmly: "Yes."
Qin Sang still had a smile on her face, raised her hand to pinch a green plum on the plate, and looked at it quietly for a long time.
"It's ridiculous to hate a green plum but not become a green apricot."
The voice of such a demonic woman was very pleasant, but in Simon's ears, it was probably a bit harsh.
"Sometimes people in the world don't care whether it's a green plum or a green apricot." Ximen looked calmly at this woman who was full of demonic power but also peaceful. "It's just that sometimes when green plums roll out of the plate and cry out, 'I am plum, I am plum,' the world will feel sorry."
Ximen turned to look at the plate of green plums and said lightly: "Unfortunately, someone came with blood in the youth wind. So they bit open the plums and found that they were blood red inside, and they were surprised to find... .”
"It turned out to be blood plums."
Qin Sang's eyes moved away from the green plum in his hand, and fell on the young man in black robe with a knife in his hand in surprise.
Ximen just stood there quietly, the curtain behind him swaying in the spring breeze, so the black robe of Heavenly Prison also started to sway.
Like those table fires.
"In Yunjue Town, the Bailu Heavenly Prisoner took away some Heavenly Prison case files. I looked through some of them during the break between the demon tribe's attacks."
"Beginning in the 1003rd year of the Great Wind Calendar, Bailu City began to take many strange measures to deal with the affairs between the two clans, such as leaking the roster of the Kido Division Demon Clan, and provoking confrontation between the two clans."
"No one cared about this stuff initially."
Ximen stared at the woman in front of him with burning eyes.
"Until Zhang Xiaoyu lit a fire in Shanyue City."
"So Bailu burned it all."
"The green plum wine cooked by Lord City Lord is indeed very tempting, but unfortunately, you are not a green plum, nor a green apricot, but an immature blood plum hidden in the greenery."
The surprise on Qin Sang's face gradually faded, and he put down the plum. The wine bottle on the table stove began to make a gurgling sound, and the Lord of White Deer City smiled calmly.
"Sir Ximen has been a patrol officer for many years. After taking over the Nanyi City Heavenly Prison, he has grown very quickly. I thought you would know some stories later."
Ximen said calmly: "The people in Heavenly Prison are a little paranoid and crazy, but being crazy is not stupid. We have always understood the principles of world affairs. When the undercurrent is hidden underground, it is naturally difficult for the world to know where they are, but once they have a glance The spring water washes away the fallen leaves and flows to the world, and the source of the story will always be discovered slowly."
Qin Sang rolled up her sleeves and raised her hand, picked up the pot of green plum wine, turned over the two clean cups, and said softly: "You are right, so Sir Ximen, would you like a cup of hot wine to warm yourself up?"
Ximen's teeth were cold, and his body was filled with chills.
However, he still refused Qin Sang's invitation to drink.
Qin Sang chuckled softly and said: "I heard that last year in Shanyue City Zhuxi, Chen Qingshan's poisonous joke made his face change in shock. Could it be that Lord Ximen was the same?"
Ximen didn't speak, he just held the knife and looked at the calm and composed woman in the green skirt.
Qin Sang didn't show any signs of being upset, he just smiled, poured a glass of wine to himself, brought it to his lips and took a sip.
Then he put down the wine glass in his hand and stood up. Only then did Ximen realize that this great demon woman in the world was exceptionally tall. When she was sitting there quietly curled up, such a thing was naturally invisible until she stood up and quietly When looking at myself.
The gentle and peaceful eyebrows have also become cold.
Naturally, there are different feelings between sitting down and watching the moon.
Ximen suddenly felt a lot of pressure falling on his shoulders.
The spring grass is as green as silk, and the green mulberry branches are low.
A word "low" naturally explains a lot.
Not only the height, but also the realm.
Qin Sang looked at the broken knife in Ximen's hand quietly, and his smile slowly faded away.
"I heard that Master Ximen's sword is very fast."
Simon didn't know what this meant.
Then the next moment, the whole room was filled with a mighty sword wind.
A green sword suddenly broke through the curtain in the spring breeze and was nailed to the low table. The trembling sword and the sword's intention kept flowing.
"I wonder how it compares to my sword?"
Qin Sang's words were very calm, but Ximen's sword intent and vitality were all suppressed.
Only then did a hint of surprise flash in the eyes of this young man from Heavenly Prison.
Suddenly he looked up at Qin Sang.
"Were you once a member of the East China Sea Sword Sect?"
Qin Sang raised his hand and pulled out the sword from the low table. He raised his hand to stroke the sword and said calmly: "Whether it's the East China Sea Sword Sect or the White Deer City..."
Ximen suddenly drew his sword out of its sheath. However, even though Ximen's reaction was extremely fast, he was knocked backwards by Qin Sang's sword and landed on the long street. A burst of vitality came out of his body and fell on the broken sword. Among the stone slabs that were rippling with the spring breeze, Kankan stopped his figure.
Qin Sang slowly walked out of the wine shop holding a sword and stood in the spring breeze on the long street, with her green skirt rippling slightly and a waterfall of green hair flying gracefully.
"What does this have to do with you Simon?"
Ximen drew his sword from the long street. The broken sword kept ringing, but it was the sword intent in the spring breeze.
The Lord of White Deer City, a former sword cultivator of the East China Sea Sword Sect, no longer had the gentleness and laughter in his words at this time. He slightly lowered his head and looked at Ximen who was holding a knife and coughing up blood, his eyes full of indifference.
He walked forward with his sword in hand, stopped in front of Ximen, and then raised his sword again.
Ximen hurriedly blocked it with his sword, but was still pushed away by the sword. The broken sword fell into the long street with a loud clang.
The green sword stopped in front of his chest.
"People in the world always think of being in the same boat, between humans and monsters, between worldly people and practitioners, between Huangliang and Huai'an people."
Qin Sang looked down at Ximen.
"However, people who are originally from different schools should not follow the same trend."
Just like Ximen and Qin Sang in the spring breeze on the long street.
Contradictions are like spring bamboo shoots, they will always break out of the ground after some spring rain, pointing towards the world with that sharp edge.
Ximen sat there in a daze.
The undercurrent may not necessarily be the same.
For example, Ye Hanzhong, Zhang Xiaoyu, and Qin Sang, who is a great demon in the world.
Maybe it's just an excuse.
In the end, everyone will return to his own land.
Only then did the heavenly wardens from Zhoushan come in a hurry amid those mighty and fierce sword intentions, and then they saw such a bleak scene.
Qin Sang turned around and glanced at the enlightened Heavenly Prisoners, withdrew his sword, turned around and walked calmly along the Spring Street.
Naturally, this woman had no murderous intention towards Ximen.
Zhou Shan and the others wanted to catch up, but were stopped by Ximen who had picked up his broken knife.
"Don't go."
Simon coughed and said softly.
"If you go again, she will really kill you."
Ximen clutched his chest and looked at the woman in the green skirt who was holding the sword and walking away with a complicated expression.
Of course, there is more to the world than meets the eye.
The same goes for dark places.
Although the cultivation talents of the demon clan are often not as good as those of the common people, over the long years, there are always some outstanding people.
For example, Qin Sang is obviously six stacks up.
Even if Ximen Chenglu and the others did not choose to follow the traditions of the spiritual world and suppress their own realm, she would still be a woman they could not defeat.
Zhou Shan and the others stood there blankly, looking at Ximen and saying, "What should we do next?"
Ximen took one last look at the great human monster walking away in the spring breeze, then turned around and headed towards Zhennan.
"Go back to Yunjue Town and ask the people from Liuyun Sword Sect to inform the sword cultivators from Shanyue and return to guard Shanyue and Lingnan."
Qin Sang's appearance in this small town northwest of Bailu naturally represents many things.
Whether the words were soft or cold, they were warning Ximen and Tian Yu not to allow them to move forward.
Maybe it was just an old trick, but Ximen had to consider the consequences of Shan Yue falling into the hands of the demon clan.
Once they really hold on to the city on the mountain.
The power of the demon clan will only become more and more uncontrollable.
