Cheng Lu found no trace of such a young man in the world.
After this sword cultivator from Liuyun Sword Sect left Yunjue Town last night, he searched back and forth for a long time at the junction of Bailu Mountain and Yue, but he could never find any trace of such a young man.
Even if the wind blows through a forest, it will leave many traces, such as those leaves that have fallen to the ground.
So Cheng Lu felt very strange.
Could it be that such a young man really didn't go to Bailu, but just returned to Lingnan?
Cheng Lu didn't know about the story in Yunjue Town and the naked woman in green who came to look for her, so in his mind, there were still many possibilities for the young man to return to Lingnan.
Cheng Lu held her sword and stopped on the top of a mountain on the edge of the mountain moon. With sword intent flowing all over her body, her eyes were blazing like the light of a sword, and she looked around the world.
The sky is clear and the wind is bright.
There are certainly many traces of sword practice in the human world. It looks extremely messy, coming and going, and entangled.
If you illuminate your pupils with sword intent, you can probably see many ordinary and invisible things.
Cheng Lu naturally wanted to see more clearly, to confirm that such a young man really did not go to Bailu in the direction they thought.
It's just like the previous tour of the world, nothing was found.
So where did that boy go?
Cheng Lu didn't close her eyes again until her eyes stung a little.
He stood silently in the spring breeze with his sword behind his back.
Is the demon clan out of control?
On some levels, yes.
However, when looking at the entire human world, it seems that there is not.
The white deer is the most confusing part of this story.
Cheng Lu had been standing on the top of the mountain with her eyes closed against the wind. She pondered for a long time before opening her eyes again and looking at the world quietly.
His eyes gradually fell from the sky to the rolling mountains.
What if that young man had not chosen to pass through the world?
But like a sincere traveler, climbing over the mountains step by step?
...
The South Island does exactly that.
After leaving Lu Xiaoer on the mountain road, Nandao turned into sword light and headed towards the junction of Bailu and Shanyue.
The sword leaves a mark.
The speed of Nandao is fast for Lu Xiaoer, but naturally slow for Cheng Lu.
So when he saw a sword light from a distance in the night coming from the direction of Yunjue Town, he stopped and thought about those mountains for a long time. Then he stepped on the fallen leaves and started climbing over the mountains. .
Naturally, Nan Dao didn't know why the senior fellow from Liuyun Sword Sect suddenly left Yunjue Town.
Only when he decided to use the umbrella in his hand as a weapon.
He didn't want anyone to see this deeply sinful story.
So I walked with my umbrella in the green mountains all the way, as if such a young man suddenly disappeared from the world.
Just like this, naturally it is still not enough to hide it from the world.
When the night fades away and everything returns to light.
Nan Dao appeared in the divine sea and in front of the snow-stormed thatched cottage.
Taohua's voice was very calm.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
Nan Dao held an umbrella and stopped on the snowy path. He was silent for a while and said softly: "The demon clan is an enemy but not a friend, and Lingnan is a friend but not an enemy."
This is a very simple truth.
Taohua stood up and stood face to face with Nandao. In the wind and snow, the peach blossoms on her face kept swaying.
"I don't care if we are friends but not enemies or if we are enemies but not friends."
Taohua's voice was very plain.
"But you have to know that when the snow comes to the world again, even if it is everything you fear, hate, and hate, any kind of death will become a catalyst that cannot be calmed down in the future."
Nan Dao stood there quietly, looking at the peach blossoms in front of the house through the wind and snow, and then said calmly: "If I don't go, if Shanyue falls, Lingnan falls, peach blossoms, which one do you think will make the peach blossoms more beautiful?" I won’t be able to calm down even more in the future?”
Taohua said calmly: "That's why I want you to decide your choice yourself."
Nan Dao was silent for a long time, and then said in a deep voice: "I naturally choose Lingnan."
Taohua looked deeply at Nandao for a long time.
Nothing more was said.
The wind and snow swept away Nan Dao's figure.
In front of Nandao's eyes, spring green mountains have returned.
The distant stream is gurgling, the green bird is leisurely among the mountains, and the spring breeze is coming.
There was a rather peaceful voice in the wind.
"It is called Yi when it is seen but not seen; it is called Xi when it is heard but not known; it is called Wei when it is fought but not known."
A mysterious Taoist rhyme began to rise from around Nan Dao.
"These three cannot lead to cross-examination, so they are mixed into one."
"There is no roughness above, no ignorance below, the rope cannot be named, and it returns to nothingness. This is called the form of formlessness and the image of nothing."
"It's called trance."
“Welcome the enemy without seeing the head, and follow with the enemy without seeing the rear.”
"Adhering to the ancient way to control the present, being able to know the beginning of the past is called Taoism."
Nandao stepped into the spring breeze amidst the Taoist chants from the peach blossoms, and then left no trace in the world.
...
Cheng Lu stood in the green mountains holding a sword with a solemn expression.
He raised his hand to hold his sword, and then let go.
He held the Judgment Broken Sword.
A surge of sword intent, carried by the Sword of Judgment, expanded several times, falling like a gentle spring breeze on the green mountains of the world.
Like fallen leaves, like the chirping of insects, like the gurgling of a stream, or the surging green waves.
This is the place where Shanyue White Deer meets. If the young man really wants to cross over, it is naturally impossible not to disturb those sword intentions.
Just like when Qingjiao left a lot of sword intent outside the Tianya Sword Sect to prevent those from Heavenly Prison.
It's just that this swordsman from Liuyun Sword Sect, although he is not good at the way of sword intention, still spreads his sword intention to the entire green mountain. He didn't notice that at a certain moment, there was a young man holding an umbrella without any sign. Waves passed through those sword intentions and slowly moved towards the white deer.
...
When Nan Dao felt the sword intent scattered in the mountains and forests, he didn't know why he remembered what Le Chaotian said.
The world is a lonely place.
Being friends with everyone means becoming enemies with everyone.
Because human stories are complex.
So naturally it is a place of loneliness.
Nan Dao naturally understood what those sword intentions meant.
Cheng Lu and the others had obviously guessed what they were going to do.
Nan Dao stood under the umbrella and looked up at the sky with confusion.
Isn't it a good thing to cut through the mess quickly?
...
Chu Yao also left Yun Jue Town.
Heading towards the direction of Bailu.
Ximen is still stationed in Yunjue Town with many sword cultivators and Northern Wizards.
Youque, the great shaman of the Northern Witch Path, came in the dusk.
Looking at the Heavenly Prison Sword Cultivator who was very silent and solemn on the barrier.
"Where have they all gone?"
Cheng Lu left, and the swordsman in green who came in a hurry also left in a hurry.
This is certainly an odd thing.
As the Beiwu Dao is an incomplete Wugui Dao, it is naturally difficult to know anything.
Ximen looked back at the great wizard who was trying to win Huaian's recognition with the Northern Wizard Way, and for some reason he felt sorry for him.
Just like in Nanyi City, some stories may always end in vain.
"Going to White Deer."
Ximen turned back and said calmly.
The young great wizard of Northern Wizardry frowned.
The look in Ximen’s eyes just now was very strange.
"What are they doing in White Deer?"
"Because there is a high probability that the demon clan will not continue to come to Yunjue Town."
Ximen said calmly.
Maybe they can't come.
Only now did Youque understand some stories. For example, Yun Jue Town had been peaceful for two days.
At first, he thought that after the last offensive was resolved, the demon clan needed to rest for a while, but now it seems that this is not the case.
"what happened?"
Ximen didn't hide what happened yesterday, and told the young man who came with the Northern Wizardry about his and Cheng Lu's guesses.
As for the young man's matter, because it was too complicated and had nothing to do with Youque, Ximen naturally didn't mention it.
The great shaman of the Northern Witch Way was silent for a long time in the dusk.
Ximen said calmly: "The world will remember your help in defending Yunjuezhen."
Youque said softly: "Master Ximen, do you think this is enough?"
Ximen thought for a moment and said, "It's probably not enough. After all, you people from the Witch Ghost Way left too many wounds on Nanyi City."
Ximen said, looking back at Youque strangely.
"Do you also want to leave Yunjue Town?"
Youque remained silent and did not speak.
Ximen said calmly: "You have to know that if the demon tribe comes back, your leaving before the battle will be infinitely magnified. Maybe from now on, there will be no chance again."
"Of course, it is also possible that you made the right bet and successfully intercepted the White Deer Demon Clan in Shanyue, delaying extremely precious time for those who returned to Shanyue. The world will be grateful since then."
"Both are possible, so the Heavenly Prison has been guarding outside Yunjue Town so far, and we have not really told the people in the town the news."
After a long silence, Youque said softly: "Actually, there is a third option."
Ximen raised his eyebrows and looked at the young man.
Youque climbed the barrier and looked out over the open plain beyond the green mountains.
"Northern Witch Road goes straight to Bailu City. If the demon clan doesn't go to Shanyue, we can hold them back on the way to Yunjue Town. If the demon clan goes to Shanyue, we will go straight to Bailu and cut off their front. .”
Ximen looked at Youque quietly, and then said calmly: "Do you know why we still choose to stay in Yunjue Town even though we know that there is an open space ahead and no monsters?"
Youque was silent for a while and said, "I know."
Bailu is one of the few plain cities in the south. It lacks mountains to cover its territory. This terrain is most suitable for large armies to attack.
In the pass, it is possible to delay this trend and use a few to fight against the majority. Once they fall into the plains, they will naturally be trampled by the army.
Ximen said calmly: "Nearly a thousand witches and ghosts are naturally a considerable force, but once you throw away the power of witches and ghosts, you will be as weak as ordinary people. The demon clan does not even need any preparation, even if you are from the plains." , bring some free-range horses, form a demon cavalry, and come on horseback, it will be enough to smash your front line into chaos."
Youque said slowly: "Bailu, do you have cavalry?"
Ximen said calmly: "Of course there are no white deer today, but you should have heard that there is a way in the world, but the horses are like dung. There is no way in the world, and soldiers and horses are born in the suburbs. Since Huai'an had the choice to let the horse go back to the mountains, naturally he also I can herd horses again."
Most of Huangliang is covered with mountains. Among human soldiers, cavalry is naturally extremely useless.
However, Huai'an is different. Beyond Lingnan, there are few continuous mountains in Huai'an, especially Bailu. During the ancient Qiu Kingdom, there were always many cavalry.
Youque is from Huangliang, so he is naturally unfamiliar with the concept of cavalry.
This is also the reason for that big lake.
There is a large swamp across the river. Even if Huai'an has cavalry, it will be difficult to cross the swamp. Even if it crosses the swamp, it will be difficult to exert its maximum power.
This is also the reason why most of the human armors are on foot.
Youque fell silent.
Ximen looked at the distance quietly for a long time, and then said softly: "But if you want to go, I can give you this opportunity. You can take away some Taoists and Liuyun Sword Cultivators from Yunjue Town."
Youque turned to look at Ximen and said, "Why is Lord Ximen like this?"
Ximen said softly: "Because what you said does make sense. The risk is certainly great, but Nanyi City naturally has no shortage of gamblers."
Such an ancient city sitting on the card table is naturally like this.
Ximen didn't give Youque a chance to speak again, and it seemed that he didn't intend to give himself a chance to regret.
He raised his hand and summoned a heavenly warden.
"Zhou Shan."
"grown ups."
"Passing the Heavenly Prison Order, some sword cultivators were left in Yunjue Town to continue to defend, while the rest of the Taoists and Liuyun Sword Cultivators followed the Northern Witch Path to the north."
Ximen stood there with a determined expression.
Instead of passively defending and waiting for death, it is better to strike with all your might.
Ximen is naturally not a person who is good at generals and prime ministers.
Although the Heavenly Prison belongs to His Majesty, it is not an institution within the mainstream political structure of the human dynasty.
Therefore, people in Heavenly Prison are always called officials, not officials.
Ximen will not be called a high-ranking official in Ximen.
Only Dean Ximen.
...
The entire Yunjue Town, following Cheng Lu's sudden idea that morning, began to move towards the territory of Bailu.
Just this kind of story.
Qin Sang, the lord of Bailu City who is located northwest of Bailu, does not know.
Maybe he wouldn't care if he knew it.
As far as Yun Jue Town is concerned, the White Deer Monsters are naturally hidden in the mist.
However, for some people it is not.
It’s the afternoon of the sixth day of February.
Behind the small town where Ximen met Qin Sang, in the large wetland and deep forest, Qin Sang, dressed in green clothes and holding a sword, stood on the top of a towering ancient tree, looking at the man with a sword on his back not far away with an awe-inspiring expression. The sword cultivator was walking quietly among the wet and rotten leaves on the ground.
His sword is an ordinary sword, and his people are also ordinary people.
The world does not remember the name of his sword, nor the names of others.
Then certain identities emerge.
Senior brother of the Human Sword Sect.
He was not too old, about fifty years old.
His realm is not too high, about six stacks.
The Human Sword Sect lacks everything, lacks poker friends, lacks money, and lacks a diligent master, but it does not lack talent.
This can be seen from the group of thirty-year-old upper-level sword cultivators from the Human Sword Sect.
The fifty-year-old swordsman is not too old. He is in his prime, his body has not yet weakened, and his sword intention is at its peak.
To the world, sword cultivators between the ages of thirty and fifty are often the most tyrannical.
Therefore, even if the sideburns do not have the kind of white hair that symbolizes senior, most practitioners in the world will still call him senior when they see him.
Yun Juezhen has been waiting for the arrival of a certain senior brother from the Human Sword Sect.
As a result, he never came, but instead appeared in Bailu territory.
"Does the Sword Sect really want to kill everyone in the world?"
Qin Sang's voice was cold.
The fifty-year-old senior brother whom Chen Huaifeng might have met when he was young was named Shan Zhaoshui.
The eyebrows are very handsome, and even though he is old, he has not lost that charm.
Beauty is in the bones but not in the skin, just like a handsome man.
Just like the name.
It has the flavor of delicate and beautiful mountains and rivers.
The sword cultivator who was walking in some wet swamps heard these words. He raised his head and looked at the East China Sea demon sword cultivator who was very wary in the distance. He said sincerely: "I like to rake people down. It's not like that." What a good person."
"The Human Sword Sect has never touched it from the beginning to the end. How can it be said that all of them will be killed?"
Qin Sang looked at the sword behind the sword cultivator whose name had been rubbed off. The sword cultivator had not been in the world for a long time, so the traces of the sword cultivator's name were still obvious.
You can even see the words Shan Zhao Shui.
Generally speaking, sword cultivators have people first, and then they have swords.
The mountain shines upon the water, and the sword comes first.
It is said that before he was born, his father began to forge such a sword seriously, because he felt that his son would definitely be a great swordsman in the future.
It is indeed the case.
Of course, this does not mean that his father is a Taoist master who can see destiny.
There are many such stories in the world.
It's just that the mountains and rivers have come true.
This is called survivorship bias.
Shan Zhaoshui lowered his head, carrying his sword on his back, and walked slowly and deeply in the forest.
"Although we are people who have submerged into the human world, it does not mean that we are blind. What happens in the world depends entirely on you."
Shan Zhaoshui is very calm.
"Since the battle in Nanyi City, we have noticed some stories."
"Then later, when Junior Brother Zhang Xiaoyu was borrowing swords to kill people in the East China Sea, there was another very powerful Senior Brother besides Senior Brother Zhong Baoxue."
"So some stories happened in Lingnan later."
"We are also human beings. We will also see the stories that humans can hear and see."
Shan Zhaoshui smiled softly and looked up at the demonic woman named Qin Sang.
"And to you...we are also people in the dark."
Qin Sang had been listening quietly until he said this sentence, and naturally understood that there were many things that could not be covered up, but suddenly they suddenly burst out. The green sword in his hand dragged the sword intention, and suddenly passed through the mountains and forests, heading straight for the human world. The disciples of Jianzong left.
Shan Zhaoshui naturally knew that some of his words touched upon the uneasy parts of the Bailu City Lord's heart, so the moment the sword wind suddenly rose in the deep forest, the sword behind him was also unsheathed.
The sword light is faint and beautiful.
Just like the green mountains shining on the water.
Countless sword intentions spread out together in the deep forest, and when the fallen leaves dispersed.
The corners of Qin Sang's lips turned a little red, and her eyes fell on the senior fellow of the Human Sword Sect with great complexity.
The sword of Qingshan Zhaoshui is still firmly in the hands of the sword sect brother.
And the sword of green branches had been cut down by a sword, and the sword's power was dispersed, and it was inserted diagonally into the rotten leaves.
The whining continued.
There are also differences among sword cultivators in the world.
The people of the East China Sea Sword Sect are naturally inferior to the people of the Human Sword Sect.
One is the Jianzong who is looking at Mojian Cliff.
The other one is the Sword Sect who has truly walked down the Mojian Cliff.
Within the second stack, everything is trivial.
What's more, Qin Sang can only practice six stacks.
