High mountains and deep forests can naturally hide many things, such as large armies hiding in them.
But the same thing.
That could also be some fine wood.
The young man stood on the high mountain, silently looking at the isolated and hidden secrets.
Therefore, the demon clan has been staying in the White Deer, naturally not to make it difficult for the human sword cultivators to take care of themselves.
They just hid in these mountains and forests, cutting wood to make boats.
In a more distant place, on the edge of the east of the mountains and forests, there are many demon clans working together to carry the wooden boats towards the east of Bailu.
The young man stood here blankly.
He never thought that the story about the demon clan would be like this.
If they were going to Shanyue, he could hold his umbrella across his sword and stop them all by himself.
The wind and snow do not have to fall on the human world to be the real wind and snow.
When the world is afraid of wind and snow, it doesn't matter whether it falls or not.
He had thought this way before when he came with Qin Sang.
In other words, even if they do not go to Shanyue, but are always preparing to break out of Yunjue Town, the young man bringing an umbrella here will still choose to stop this torrent in the world.
The stories about Zhang Xiaoyu deceiving young people.
The boy was naturally angry.
But when Nan Dao stood on the cliff and looked at the monster clan silently cutting down ancient trees in the mountains and forests, preparing to cross the distant sea, he suddenly felt at a loss.
How can you be like this?
It was as if he mustered up the courage to burn out the Divine Sea and changed his sword, but in the end, the sword had no place to land.
The young man stepped back in silence and despair, leaned against a rock, and stared at the woman in green in a daze.
Qin Sang said very calmly: "Is this dish from the Demon Clan not to your liking?"
Only then did the young man feel some chill in his body, it was the wound on his shoulder, so he silently raised his sword and cut off some clothes, burned the wound with the sword fire, and then bandaged it with clothes.
Nan Dao covered his wound and said softly: "Last year I had a friend. He had many biographies. There were always some frustrated people, embarrassed people, extremely ugly people, or people who did all kinds of evil. People like this are often encountered. The thing is to make yourself look like a clown running around in the world."
Nan Dao raised his head, looked at the woman in green on the edge of the cliff, and said slowly: "I never thought that I would be the same."
Qin Sang looked deeply at the young man, turned his head, looked at the monster clan who were busy and ready to leave this land in the north at any time, and said slowly: "What did you think when you came?"
Nan Dao put down the sword in his hand, leaned against the rocks and looked up at the sky.
"If you really go to Shanyue, I will naturally stop you. The worst result is that I let that snowstorm come to the world. From then on, this land is as silent as old snow."
"Maybe you were afraid of the wind and snow and stopped. Then I would walk across the forest road leading to Shanyue like a hero, leaving the story to others to solve."
Nan Dao said, laughing softly and breathing heavily.
"Senior, do you know? When I was in Yunjue Town and heard Senior Brother Cheng Lu and Ximen saying that the demon clan might go to Shanyue, on the way back to the courtyard, I really thought about such a command with passion. It was an exciting scene. At that time, my whole body was shaking, and my clothes were soaked. It seemed that I was finally going to make up for the guilt I had hidden in Nanyi City... "
Qin Sang didn't speak.
Nan Dao also fell silent.
After a long time, the young man under the umbrella said softly: "That's fine. Who wants to hold a sharp blade that is beyond experience and fall into the world?"
"But I still don't understand something."
Nan Dao looked at the woman in green again.
"Where can you go after crossing the sea? Although I am only a young man with short knowledge, I also know that there is no end to the 490,000 miles beyond the East China Sea. The same is true for the endless deep ocean."
"Go to Huang Liang."
Qin Sang said very calmly.
Nan Dao looked at her for a long time, and then said slowly: "Then what? Just like the story a thousand years ago?"
The young man returned to the edge of the cliff and looked down.
Those scenes of monsters chopping wood to make boats.
In fact, it is still full of fear and uneasiness.
That is something far more noisy than anger.
Qin Sang quietly looked at the scenes under the mountains, and then said calmly: "Perhaps the decision made by the demon clan a thousand years ago was the truly correct choice."
"The Demon Lord's time in the human world was too short. Compared with the long history of the human world, it was like a drop in the ocean, so he had hope for the human world. But we have already passed a thousand years..."
Nan Dao recalled the scene he saw in Nan Yi City and said softly: "Didn't we live a good life in these thousand years?"
Qin Sang turned to look at the young man under the umbrella and said calmly: "You are a commoner, so you will naturally feel good about how obedient the demon clan is to join them, obliterating their own characteristics and hiding all their unique characteristics. Style, laughing and scolding you like everyone else in the world - but do you think it is really comfortable to hide your ears in a hat forever?"
The demon clan in the human world is like the common people, and they have lived like this for thousands of years.
Nan Dao stood there silently.
After a long time, he said slowly: "I haven't experienced it, I don't know."
Of course the young man didn't know.
"But I know that holding an umbrella for a long time is also not a pleasant thing."
Qin Sang turned around and glanced at the umbrella in the young man's hand.
After witnessing the sword intent of the wind and snow at that moment, the woman in green never touched the umbrella again.
"But sympathy is never a reason to sympathize with a war."
Nandao stood on the edge of the cliff, blowing in the spring breeze.
"Why can't some things be resolved peacefully?"
Qin Sang said in a low tone: "How do you think we can solve it?"
The young man fell silent.
He really didn't know how to face such a story about two clans that had been entangled for thousands of years.
"Be it green apricots, green plums, or blood plums."
Qin Sang also said something that Nan Dao couldn't understand.
This was what Simon said when he refuted her.
"It is impossible for two different fruits to grow on the same tree. So some mountain fires will always start. Whether I am good or bad is just taking advantage of the situation."
Nan Dao was silent for a long time and said softly: "What you said is wrong. Peach blossoms can grow on other trees. For example, if you take a peach branch and insert it into the trunk of an apricot tree, when the wounds heal, the world will be healed. You can see peach blossoms and apricot blossoms blooming together.”
Qin Sang said unmoved: "Peach blossoms and apricot blossoms can't speak, but the world can, and the monsters can. If there are words and thoughts, there will be disagreements. If there are hands, feet, and weapons, there will be wars."
"But people in the world also have differences. Huangliang and Huaian have been fighting for thousands of years, but they still coexist well in the world. When there is no war, people will not have a very bad attitude towards those who have different titles."
Qin Sang turned his head and looked quietly at the young man who no longer tried to bring Fengxue, but tried to persuade himself.
"You seem to hate this story?"
Nan Dao fell silent, and then finally felt some very gloomy thoughts again.
"I once called Senior Brother Zhang Xiaoyu."
Many things are gradually becoming clear.
Qin Sang said thoughtfully: "It seems that you have been deceived by him."
"Yes."
The two stood quietly on the high cliff.
The distant spring breeze smelled of war.
Nan Dao turned his head and looked into the distance.
There seems to be some faint sword light.
It seems that those sword cultivators and Northern Wizards in Yunjue Town have penetrated deeply into White Deer.
"It's hard for us to stop." Qin Sang looked into the distance calmly. "That wildfire ignited the anger of both sides. War is like a bloodthirsty shark that will not stop until it is exhausted."
"Everyone in the world has their own positions. If you can't explain the truth, then leave it to silence. Facing each other across the sea and the river is the best choice between the two races."
Qin Sang turned to look at the young man.
"Let's go, take your wind and snow, and go somewhere else. This mountain fire does not need such a wind and snow to calm down. The wind and snow turning into wind and blood will only ignite a more violent and uncontrollable mountain fire. .”
Nan Dao stood there silently, holding his peach blossom sword and holding up his big black umbrella.
He didn't know why, but when he heard such a sentence, he suddenly felt isolated and abandoned.
After a long time, Nan Dao said softly: "Sometimes, the world actually needs some wind and snow."
When Qin Sang heard such words, he suddenly turned around and looked at the young man with shock in his eyes.
The boy had already let go of the umbrella.
The February snowstorm is slowly gathering strength.
Nan Dao looked at the woman in green calmly.
"Senior, since he is a cultivator of the Great Dao, he should be very fast with his sword."
The boy looked up at the sky.
The black umbrella was already at his feet.
"Then please trouble senior, just like Senior Brother Cheng Lu told you something, tell everyone."
Nan Dao chuckled softly, with snow on the sword in his hand.
"Please ask them to stop, otherwise I will carry this snowstorm all over White Deer."
Qin Sang looked at this young man deeply. The chill in the wind and snow always fell on the person standing tallest first.
Some wind and snow sword marks were gradually taking shape in her divine sea, as if they would be cut off at any time.
Then the woman in green turned into sword light and disappeared on the high cliff.
On the high cliff.
The young man held his sword across his knees and sat down quietly.
........
Ximen and the others approached Bailu City, and then encountered a large-scale demon army.
They had never thought that there were still so many monsters hidden in the depths of Bailu, which they had never truly set foot on.
Does that mean that the demon clan has never gone towards Shan Yue?
From beginning to end, their purpose is still Yun Jue Town?
Ximen's lips and teeth were a little cold.
Naturally, there are not many practitioners guarding the pass.
In such a large flow, it is obvious that it will be quickly submerged.
It's just that the demon clan obviously doesn't intend to let go of these cultivators who hastily broke into the demon land.
He charged in with great brazenness.
The plains will naturally become the most advantageous battlefield for these mighty demon clans.
So Ximen and the others were like some isolated islands, barely holding on and not being washed away.
Liuyun Sword Cultivator and Taoist priests were on the outermost perimeter, with Northern Witch Dao surrounded by them.
It seems extremely solid, but everyone knows that nothing is inexhaustible.
When the vitality in the Divine Sea is exhausted, the power of the witch ghosts in the Wu River fades away.
They will be swallowed up by the demon army.
Ximen stood silently on the battlefield.
This story is naturally different from what they thought.
Who would have thought that those monsters had really never left Bailu City?
The din of war overwhelmed all thoughts.
The mechanical devices with Taoist inscriptions on them above the head of Bailu City made extremely terrifying sounds.
Ximen Hengdao stood at the northernmost point of the line, ready to face the long-distance suppression of the city defense equipment at any time.
However, after a long time, no sound was heard.
The demon clan suddenly started to retreat for some unknown reason.
The eyes of these practitioners from Yunjue Town lit up.
Could it be that Liuyun Sword Sect from further north has arrived?
They cheered up and began to move forward, intending to hold back the demon army.
Ximen thought so at first, but soon, Ximen's expression changed.
Suddenly a sword came from the world.
He forcefully broke through all the sword cultivators' attacks.
The mighty demon power and sword intent fell towards the center of the battlefield.
It was a green sword.
The spring grass is as green as silk, and the green mulberry branches are low.
Qin Sang, who was cultivating the Sixth Form of the Great Dao, appeared in the center of the battlefield.
separated the two.
"Let's armistice."
Qin Sang's voice was very calm.
Ximen was about to ask something, but suddenly his expression became serious and he turned to look west of Bailu.
There is a sense of wind and snow in the world.
This sword cultivator who was in Nanyi City at the beginning naturally understood something, but his expression was obviously still a little unbelievable.
Because the wind and snow are spreading towards the battlefield dozens of miles away.
It used to be windy and snowy, but that doesn't mean it will always be windy and snowy.
Perhaps Nan Dao himself had never thought of such a scene.
Perhaps it was because he had not entered the white robe before, and ten miles was an extremely long distance.
And now he has tilted the bridge.
So the wind and snow are also spreading.
Ximen didn't think much, turned around and looked at everyone behind him, and said in a deep voice: "Return to Yunjue Town!"
Such a change was obviously not expected by anyone.
The two sides on the battlefield, who had been so inseparable just now, suddenly left in a hurry.
Qin Sang stood in the midst of the blood everywhere, raising his head and quietly looking at the wind and snow above his head. The sword intention on the green branch sword was wandering around him, ready to fall to that high cliff at any time - if that The boy was lying to himself.
Naturally, Nandao would not lie to Qin Sang.
Those wind and snow did not really fall to the world.
Soon after the snow started to gain momentum, it slowly dissipated between the sky and the earth.
The spring light of the world once again fell on this plain city.
...
Cheng Lu carried the sword on his back and headed towards the mountain. He looked at the pale young man on the cliff and sighed.
"Why do you have to do this?"
Nan Dao didn't speak, just sat under the umbrella and calmed down.
When he was in Tianshang Town, he told Cao Weiying about such a snowstorm.
The sword intent in his divine sea is an anchor point.
If it weren't for the Blue Ox Five Thousand Words suppressing the sword intent, Nan Dao's Divine Sea would have been chopped into pieces by the out-of-control sword intent at this moment.
As much wind, snow and cold as one can feel in the world, this young man who has been living under an umbrella for a long time will only feel more.
When the wind and snow began to appear, Cheng Lu found the young man's location and came suddenly in the form of sword light.
After a long time, Nan Dao looked at the short-haired swordsman in black and said softly: "Senior Brother, aren't you afraid that I will really let go of the umbrella?"
Naturally, Nan Dao took hold of the umbrella again early on.
But what if not?
Cheng Lu said calmly: "If you don't pick up the umbrella on the ground, my sword will appear in your heart. If I can abandon the umbrella once, I can abandon the umbrella countless times. I can't solve such a trouble for the world. I don’t think death is a heavy thing.”
Nan Dao was silent for a while and said softly: "So I'm glad I picked up the umbrella."
Cheng Lu turned to look at the human world, looking at the monsters busy in the mountains and forests.
"I'm glad you put down your umbrella briefly so I could see these things."
Before Cheng Lu could finish her words, a flash of blue light fell on the high cliff.
The Seventh Realm Sword Cultivator from Liuyun Sword Sect looked at the Six-fold Sword Cultivator who stopped on the cliff, and said extremely calmly: "I finally know why the demon clan is hiding. It turns out that you plan to cross the sea and leave this area. The human world. It’s just the city lord..."
Cheng Lu's words were low and slow but also extremely firm.
"This is also not allowed."
"The world will not allow a race that may become the world's biggest enemy at any time to survive peacefully outside the human world."
Cheng Lu's words were as cold as the night rain as the Liuyun Sword Sect's sword.
"You must live in the human world."
Qin Sang's expression darkened as he listened to the threatening words of this young sword cultivator, and the green branches and swords around him kept ringing.
"Do you want to die?"
Cheng Lu was extremely calm. The long sword behind her was unsheathed, but it was not pointed at Qin Sang.
But the boy under the umbrella.
"If you kill me, I will kill my junior brother. No one in Bailu can leave alive."
The mountain spring breeze fell silent.
Nan Dao looked at the sword facing him in silence.
For some reason, he saw many familiar contradictions in his senior brother, just like Zhang Xiaoyu before.
Perhaps facing this kind of world, no one can help but be in a dilemma.
Just like what Cheng Lu has been thinking about.
The demon clan cannot die too much, but they cannot be allowed to wreak havoc like this.
As for the demon clan traveling far away, this is even more unacceptable.
That represents a more decisive separation.
So it was he who was worried that Nan Dao would bring wind and snow to the world, and now he is the one who wants to bring the wind and snow with his own hands.
Qin Sang looked deeply at the sword cultivator.
All stories are not supposed to develop like this.
It's just that a young man holding a piece of snow that shouldn't belong to this world passed through those stories and revealed everything to the world.
However, some things are naturally not left to the mercy of others.
For example, a certain Nan Dao was always thought to be just a teenager by the world.
The young man who had been sitting on the edge of the cliff suddenly stood up with an umbrella and quickly approached Cheng Lu. The umbrella in his hand was slashed like a sword. Before Cheng Lu could react, he chopped off the sword in his hand. Go away from the cliff.
Cheng Lu turned around and looked at Nan Dao blankly.
"It's going to rain. It's better to clear the road than to block it."
Nan Dao stood there calmly.
"Also, I don't like being pointed at a sword. It reminds me of some bad stories."
Just like Qin Sang said.
Everyone in the world always has their own choices.
The young man might not have made such a choice originally.
It was just the sword pointed at him as a senior brother.
It really reminded him of some bad things.
