The green sword stopped quietly among the fallen leaves.
Shan Zhaoshui put away his sword calmly, turned around and looked at the mountains and forests behind him. There was a lot of movement in the forest, and he kept looking at it for a long time.
"What about the demon clan? They were incited and deceived. We don't care about such stories, and the Human Sword Sect is not suitable to deal with them either. That is the business of the world."
The senior fellow of the Human Sword Sect turned around, looked at the woman in green above the ancient tree, and said calmly: "But we will not let go of those who stir up trouble."
"Same goes for Zhang Xiaoyu."
The sword of Qingshan Zhaoshui was put into the scabbard.
Shan Zhaoshui looked at Qin Sang quietly.
The latter did not walk down the old tree, but just stood there silently.
Climbing high and looking far away hurts your feelings.
After a long time, Qin Sang said softly: "Can you give me some more time?"
Shan Zhaoshui raised his eyebrows, looked back at the deep mountains and forests, looked at them quietly for a long time, then turned back, looked at her and said, "How long?"
Qin Sang was silent for a long time and did not speak.
Shan Zhaoshui looked at it quietly for a while, then walked towards the south of the mountain forest with his sword in hand.
"I'll be waiting for you in Yunjue Town. If you don't come...you know the consequences."
"good."
...
The chaos of the demon clan is naturally huge.
But that is also because there are still many people standing on high places, who to the world are like hiding in the clouds, still have not entered the game.
They are watching.
I want to see who is causing trouble among the chaos.
...
Shan Zhaoshui left like this, naturally he had his thoughts.
They don't want to do anything too extreme.
What's more, he does have one more thing.
...
Cheng Lu walked all the way towards the depths of Bailu.
But still no trace of the boy was found.
This made the Liuyun sword cultivator, who had always been in a peaceful state of mind, feel a little more anxious.
The swordsman in black with short hair, sleeves and legs wrapped around his legs stopped in front of the plain town, looked down at the sword in his hand, and sighed.
South Island, South Island.
Don't force me to really fight against Li Dongxin.
When people are depressed, they are naturally susceptible to the influence of many external objects.
Jue Li is of course the most famous sword in the world, even if it is broken. But this sword that was used by the seventh senior brother of Mo Jian Ya has great temptation for any sword cultivator.
Cheng Lu looked up at the dusk in the world.
Today is already the evening of the sixth day of February in the year 104 of the Gale Calendar.
If that young man really decided to stop the demon clan going to Shanyue, he would probably have reached the depths of Bailu by now.
Cheng Lu quietly watched the twilight clouds in the sky, quietly clenched her hands to break away, and stood in front of the town where Ximen had stopped. Sword intent surged out from her body, and countless bloody peach blossoms fell outside the town.
Until the sword intent reached its peak under the support of Jue Li, Cheng Lu suddenly slashed towards the small town and the wetland and mountains behind it with a sword.
If you can't cross the thunder pool, then you will attract the thunder to meet you.
When the sword fell halfway, it was scattered by a blue sword light.
The woman in green came slowly behind the town, holding a sword.
It was also the first time for Cheng Lu to see the Lord of Bailu City, and she was a little surprised when she looked at the woman who was taller than herself.
As if nothing had happened, Qin Sang quietly looked at the Liuyun sword cultivator who arrived, and said calmly: "What are you going to do?"
Cheng Lu was very keenly aware of the weakness in the words of this high-level woman.
He didn't know what happened in Bailu, but he had no intention of asking.
Cheng Lu held her sword and saluted, and then said calmly: "I hope the city lord can stop."
Qin Sang raised an eyebrow and said, "Ximen didn't tell you something?"
Cheng Lu said softly: "Of course I said it, but some things are beyond our control..."
Cheng Lu looked up at Qin Sang.
"Including the city lord."
Qin Sang said calmly: "What's the matter?"
"Does the city lord believe that someone can make the entire White Deer Monster Clan die in this land?"
Qin Sang thought of the senior fellow from Liuyun Sword Sect.
A senior fellow of the Sixth Layer Human Sword Sect is naturally extremely powerful.
However, even Shan Zhaoshui cannot be said to be able to face the entire White Deer Monster Clan calmly.
So Qin Sang squinted his eyes and stared at Cheng Lu for a long time.
"who?"
Cheng Lu fell silent.
A boy holding a black umbrella?
In any case, this is something that is difficult for the world to believe.
Qin Sang waited for a long time, stood in the spring breeze with his sword in hand, and said with a sneer: "Even if you want to use the opportunity to intimidate, you must always let the world see the force you are using. With just a few words, you want to stop some floods, Cheng Lu, Have you, the killers of Liuyun Sword Sect, stopped sharpening your swords and switched to polishing your dreams?"
Cheng Lu could tell that the woman in green was in an inexplicable bad mood.
It's just that he didn't expect this Six Layer Cultivator to be able to talk to him well.
The two are naturally enemies.
She didn't kill herself, and she had already given Liuyun Sword Sect great face.
"There was a snowstorm outside Nanyi City."
Cheng Lu said calmly.
"I don't know if the city lord has heard of it."
Cheng Lu returned the Jueli sword to its scabbard, turned to look south, was silent for a long time, then turned back to look at the woman in the town, and said softly: "Of course, I haven't heard of it, and it doesn't matter. The city lord imagined that it suddenly started snowing in the world, just like all the snow in the world. The demon clan stood in the mountain forest, stopped on the way forward, and started to look up at the snow. Although it felt very strange, But they probably won’t care and will move on.”
Cheng Lu paused for a moment, then spoke in a heavy tone.
“But soon, they will realize that something is not right about the snow, someone catches a snowflake and breaks off a hand, someone looks up at the sky, wondering what it is, and then the whole person is chopped into pieces. Those with stronger demon power may be able to resist for a while, but until the heavy snow suddenly turns into countless sword lights. Whether it is a big demon or a small demon, even the city lord will be annihilated if he stands in it."
Cheng Lu looked at Qin Sang and said slowly: "Does the city lord think this story is good to hear?"
Qin Sang frowned and looked at Cheng Lu and said, "What do you mean?"
Cheng Lu said softly: "It's not interesting. I just want to tell the city lord that the young man who brought this snowstorm is coming towards the White Deer. Maybe he has passed us and entered the demonic land."
"Of course, Ximen also told me that the Lord of the City is also the one who lights the fire in the world."
"A complete break between humans and monsters may be playing into the city lord's hands."
"only......"
Cheng Lu looked at Qin Sang quietly, looking at this great human monster dressed in the green spring breeze rippling in the spring dusk.
"The trickle moves with the general trend, but if the general trend does not have the trickle, it cannot become the general trend. Everyone in the world, including the demon clan, is an indispensable part of this human world."
"I hope the city lord can show mercy to your people."
Only when you love the world can you be courteous to the world and enjoy the world.
Qin Sang stood quietly on the long street of the town for a long time.
Cheng Lu's words were certainly somewhat alarmist.
There are also some fantasy stories.
But Qin Sang had to think about these things.
"So where is the boy you were talking about?"
Cheng Lu said softly: "If I could find him, I wouldn't come looking for the city lord. Since I would appear here and risk being sent to the River Styx with a sword from the city lord, the city lord should know many things - I'm looking for Not to him."
Qin Sang looked at Cheng Lu quietly, and then said calmly: "What about the demon clan? It's not your turn to intervene. I will naturally pay attention to the young man you mentioned."
Cheng Lu said slowly: "I'm afraid that by the time the city lord realizes something, it will be too late."
Qin Sang just turned around calmly in the town.
People who have never seen wind and snow naturally do not believe in wind and snow.
Many years ago, Huang Liang Nantuo always thought that it would snow in the world, which was a lie.
Cheng Lu stood outside the spring breeze town with her sword in hand, looking at the woman who walked away with the sword for a long time and seemed to be injured.
Naturally, he wanted to say it all so that he could do what he wanted, and then walk away.
It’s just that this story is not just about the demon clan.
Once the demon clan in the world sees more than just some frightening speculations, but actual slaughter, naturally it will not be as easy to pacify as it is now.
They would not believe what kind of young man holding an umbrella was responsible for burying the entire White Deer Monster Clan.
They will only believe that this is the hand of someone from the upper echelons of the Sword Sect.
For example, Cong Ren, such as Chen Yunxi.
It might even be their Majesty Kamigawa.
So Cheng Lu didn't leave in a hurry.
Instead, he held his sword and left.
Outside the impassable thunder pool, he has been patrolling the place where demon clans meet for a long time.
When a person holds some great power in his hands.
There is a story that cannot be truly separated from the human world.
.......
When Nan Dao passed by a sword cultivator who was sitting by a mountain stream and looking at the water, he subconsciously clenched the umbrella in his hand.
The sword without a name on his back, he naturally understood what it meant.
But when he walked away vigilantly, the invisible swordsman just sat there quietly, looking at the stream, maybe picking up his well-hidden white hair, maybe looking at Is there any fish in it?
In short, it seems that this young man walking quietly under the blessing of Peach Blossom Taoism was not noticed.
However, Nandao still stopped.
Look at him quietly.
the reason is simple.
Because Peach Blossom in the Divine Sea said something very calmly.
"This swordsman can see you."
Taohua's Taoism is just a lie.
Maybe he could hide it from Cheng Lu, but naturally it would be difficult to hide it from such a high-level Tao practitioner.
Nan Dao had been looking at the mountains and the water for a long time before the swordsman raised his head and raised his eyebrows at the young man under the umbrella who was parked on the other side of the stream.
"Why don't you leave?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Senior, do you want to wait for me to walk over, and then ask where you are going, so as to scare me suddenly?"
Shan Zhaoshui's brows almost reached the dusk in the sky.
After a long time, this senior swordsman from the previous generation smiled regretfully.
"That's true, but it's a pity that you didn't follow common sense."
Shan Zhaoshui's eyes fell on the ancient and mysterious Taoist charms around Nandao, and he said with doubts: "Hangu Temple Taoism, although Hangu Temple has disappeared for thousands of years, the Taoism still exists. It’s not surprising. My realm is very high for you, so it’s not surprising that I can see you. I’m very curious.”
Shan Zhaoshui's eyes fell on this young man.
"How do you know I can see you?"
Naturally, Nan Dao did not tell Tao Hua's reminder, but said calmly: "Suppose the senior is just a sword cultivator walking in the snow realm, and walking halfway, he suddenly saw an incomprehensible figure. Of course, he was also carrying a sword. Senior, would it be strange for a man who has polished off the name of the sword on the sword to sit quietly by the stream?"
Shan Zhaoshui nodded and said: "That's true, so I should suddenly pop out like a monkey instead of sitting by the stream pretending to be so."
Nan Dao said sincerely: "Yes, I have a nephew. If he saw it, he would definitely make fun of the senior, not even scary."
"..."
Shan Zhaoshui felt a little embarrassed, so he dropped the topic, looked at Nan Dao and said, "I'm here to wait for a young man named Nan Dao. Do you know where he is?"
Nan Dao was silent for a while.
"So the senior is indeed a disciple of the Human Sword Sect?"
Disciples of the Human Sword Sect will wear off the sword names on their swords when they walk in the human world.
But not all those who have lost their sword names are disciples of the Human Sword Sect.
Some imitated his face, others imitated his sword.
"It seems that you are indeed Nandao."
Those who either have their sword name polished off are disciples of the Human Sword Sect.
It’s not the South Island that’s holding a black umbrella.
Following such words, Shan Zhaoshui was caught off guard with a sword strike.
Nan Dao's expression changed, and he hurriedly dropped his umbrella. The river was filled with twilight, and the sound of swords sounded loudly.
The sword returned to the other side of the Qingxi River and fell into the hands of Shan Zhaoshui.
The sword cultivator of the Human Sword Sect looked at the extraordinary black umbrella in the young man's hand, smiled slightly, put the sword into its sheath, stood up with the sword in hand, stood in the evening breeze of the clear stream, and watched the sword intent spread out. The boy who came out.
"I'm here to keep my appointment."
...
The human agreement between the young man and the Human Sword Sect was naturally blown by the wind across Lingnan and fell to the human world.
But it was obvious that Nan Dao did not want to get entangled with such a disciple of the Human Sword Sect at such a time.
So after he had used up the sword intention of the sword sect disciple, he clenched the umbrella in his hand and stood on the other side of the clear stream. He looked down at the ravines around him that had been plowed by the sword intention and sword wind, and fell silent. After a while, he looked at the sword cultivator standing by the stream.
"Senior, can you please delay for some time?"
Shan Zhaoshui raised his eyebrows, looked at this young man, and thought, is there something you have to do?
When they were in the deep forest of white deer, Shan Zhaoshui didn't ask Qin Sang what he was going to do, because he had already seen it along the way.
But facing this young man, he naturally needed to ask.
After all, the only story about young people that fell into his ears was the story of Nanyi City.
"So what are you going to do?"
Nan Dao felt a little confused when he heard that word "you", but he still said sincerely: "This junior has another appointment that needs to be fulfilled."
It's a story about Lingnan, listening to the wind by the stream, and carrying the wind and snow on Lingnan's shoulders.
Shan Zhaoshui was very curious and looked at the young man under the twilight umbrella.
"Can you please tell me?"
Nan Dao shook his head in silence.
Shan Zhaoshui said softly: "It's a pity that I can't postpone it, because after attending the appointment, I also have another appointment to attend. If I wait here for you to complete the appointment and then come back, it may take a lot of time. Maybe that person will think I’m not going and leave in a cool way.”
This is a very coincidental entanglement story.
Probably only the sound of the wind coming from the mountains and blowing by the clear stream can be understood.
Nan Dao held the black umbrella tightly and stood in silence under the umbrella for a long time. Then he took a deep breath and looked at Brother Jianzong on the other side of the Qingxi River.
"What do you plan to do, senior?"
Shan Zhaoshui just looked at Nandao calmly: "Although I haven't left the Human Sword Sect as long as some of my senior brothers, it can still be considered a long time. I heard the story of Nanyi City, but I don't know what it should be. To what extent, so what do you think I should do?”
Nan Dao looked at the sword cultivator quietly, his eyes falling on the sword.
In the dusk, the words Shan Zhao Shui are still faintly visible.
After a while, Nan Dao said softly: "The green mountains illuminate the water, which is clean and clear."
Shan Zhaoshui looked down at the sword in his hand, then looked up at the young man under the umbrella.
"So this appointment should be clean and clear."
Nan Dao took off the Peach Blossom Sword from behind, inserted it into the soil of the stream bank in front of him, and said slowly.
"I am willing to receive a sword from my senior."
Shan Zhaoshui looked at the young man on the other side of the clear stream at dusk, raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you know what state I am in?"
Nan Dao looked at the Peach Blossom Sword in front of him. There was wind and snow gathering momentum on the sword.
"Senior is a great sword cultivator."
Shan Zhaoshui said calmly: "I know you received Jiang Ye Yijian in Nanyi City, but you have to understand that Daodao Yijian and Xiaodao Yijian are different things, and I am a six-fold sword cultivator. Daohai The higher the waves are, the more turbulent they become.”
Nan Dao was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Since you have come to keep the appointment, there is nothing that is unacceptable."
"With this sword blow, even if you are lucky enough to survive, you will become a cripple. How will you go north to keep your appointment?"
The South Island is very peaceful.
"As long as there is one breath left, there is no promise that cannot be kept."
Shan Zhaoshui squinted his eyes and looked at the young man under the umbrella for a long time.
The twilight moves gently, moving according to the water.
Shan Zhaoshui calmed down and said calmly: "Okay."
The spring breeze rippled all over the mountain, seeming to flow in and fall into the hands of the sword cultivator by the stream.
Then it turned into a sword wind, blowing green leaves all over the world.
The green mountains illuminate the water, which is clean and clear.
The same is true for that sword.
The light of the sword suddenly shone on the bank of the clear stream at dusk.
There was a lot of sweat in Nan Dao's hands, but he still held the umbrella in his hand tightly, then raised his hand to hold the Peach Blossom Sword and blocked it horizontally.
The fine snow meets the spring breeze.
The young man froze there.
That sword did not really fall towards Nandao.
With the light of the sword flowing like water, it stopped in front of the Peach Blossom Sword. The wind of the sword blew many fine snow flakes to the young man's face under the umbrella.
Nan Dao put down his sword in a daze. The sword cultivator from the Human Sword Sect had already walked far along the clear stream towards the south of the human world.
The sword of Zhao Shui suddenly returned and fell back into the sheath that the swordsman had carried behind him at some point.
"This agreement is over, Nandao, you can leave."
The mountains illuminate the clear stream.
The sword shines calmly.
The young man may feel guilty.
But that has nothing to do with the Human Sword Sect.
The mountains and rivers have gone away as promised.
