Those journeys are not far.
Far away is knowing where a certain boy is.
When Cheng Lu rushed to the high mountain, Chu Yao also rushed over.
Looking at the extremely heavy atmosphere on the cliff, the woman who sang all day long was inevitably a little nervous, and she stopped on the cliff with her two lovers.
The young man was talking to Si Po Sword Cheng Lu and said calmly: "Do your own thing, senior brother, don't use me as a bargaining chip for you to achieve certain goals."
Obviously, Nan Dao seemed to be having some unpleasant troubles with this disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect.
Cheng Lu's hands were empty, leaving only the broken sword Jue Li behind him.
He looked at the young man quietly for a long time, then turned around and walked towards the bottom of the cliff.
"good."
Chu Yao looked at another woman in green.
The demon woman, who was obviously a sword cultivator on the Human World, stood there holding the sword. She glanced at Chu Yao, who was coming in a hurry, and then turned to look at Nan Dao.
"The fighting has stopped."
Nan Dao turned his head and looked to the east of the human world. The wind in the distant sea had indeed calmed down.
But Nan Dao also knew in his heart that these were of course only temporary.
The White Deer demon incident is far from being resolved.
So he just said calmly: "Thank you, senior."
Then he glanced at Chu Yao, nodded, and walked towards the bottom of the mountain.
Although Chu Yao didn't know what happened, he didn't ask any more questions and followed Nan Dao away from this place with his sword.
Qin Sang stood quietly on the cliff, watching the young man go all the way, and then gradually frowned. The young man holding the black umbrella did not leave White Deer in the spring breeze.
Instead, they headed all the way east, towards the plains beyond the green mountains.
The meaning of South Island is obvious.
He wanted to stay on that plain.
Watch the whole White Deer story.
If you want to fight, fight to the death.
Then he can help.
If there is no place for the two tribes to fight, then he will make such a place.
Naturally, the best and fastest way to resolve internal conflicts is to resolve them externally.
...
The war at White Deer suddenly came to an end in a story unknown to the world.
The young boy Lu Xiaoer carried two swords on his back and several grilled fish hanging on his back. He scurryed around the Bailu territory like headless flies for a long time. It was not until he almost finished eating the grilled fish that he finally found a wide fish deep in the Bailu. By the river in the meadow, I saw my junior uncle and the junior sister named Chu Yao.
The two of them were sitting next to the river, with a vast expanse of greenery beneath them. Some towns in the distance spread out among the tributaries of the river. The land of water sources has naturally been full of human traces since ancient times.
The sky was green and the grass was green. If this story hadn't appeared at the wrong time, it would have seemed like the two of them were relaxing.
Lu Xiaoer finally breathed a sigh of relief, took down the last grilled fish hanging on his body, ate it tiredly, and walked towards the meadow.
After Lu Xiaoer finished eating the grilled fish, he felt a little thirsty again, so he stopped by the river and drank some river water.
Then he walked to the two of them and looked at the young man under the umbrella very seriously.
"You have to apologize to me, uncle."
At that time, Nan Dao had promised to go back to Lingnan, and Lu Xiaoer had always thought that the two of them were really going back to Lingnan. If he hadn't met Chu Yao on the way, the young boy might have been kept in the dark. He hurried on and returned to the Lingnan Sword Sect.
Nan Dao sat there very calmly, looking at the flowing rivers in front of him.
The young boy beside him didn't say anything, he just waited quietly for Nan Dao's answer.
After a long time, Nan Dao turned his head, with some apology in his eyes, looked at Lu Xiaoer and said, "I'm sorry."
Being deceived is never a pleasant experience for anyone.
Lu Xiaoer then sat down, took the Parrot Island from behind and returned it to Nan Dao.
"Uncle Master, your sword."
Naturally, he also saw the storm that had gathered momentum.
That moment made the little boy anxious.
But fortunately, those snow colors finally disappeared in this February story.
That was two days ago.
The stone in Lu Xiaoer's heart dropped to the ground. He didn't feel uncomfortable carrying the sword on his back, so he fell backwards.
"Uncle Master, have you seen those monsters?"
the young boy asked.
Nan Dao said very calmly: "I saw it."
Do they have big horse heads with long ears?
Of course Lu Xiaoer didn't ask that question.
"Where are they going? Shanyue, or?"
Naturally, Lu Xiaoer still doesn't know what happened in the land of Bailu.
"They're not going anywhere." Nan Dao looked back to the north. "They are building ships and planning to cross the sea and leave Huai'an."
Lu Xiaoer, who was a little tired, suddenly sat up. He looked at Nan Dao's expression that didn't look like he was joking, and then looked at Chu Yao beside him. The latter's expression was also calm, and he obviously already knew about this.
Lu Xiaoer looked at the two of them in shock. He didn't know what to say for a moment. It took a long time for the young boy to sort out the thoughts in his mind.
"So when they didn't come to Yunjue Town again, they were just preparing to cross the sea?"
Lu Xiaoer probably didn't think of this level, and even Cheng Lu didn't think of it.
"Uncle Cheng Lu, do they know?"
Chu Yao thought to himself that your uncle almost had a falling out with that young Sanjian, could you not know?
"I know." This was Chu Yao's answer.
The woman in green who had been quietly accompanying Nan Dao said very calmly: "And he almost killed Uncle Master."
After knowing that Nan Dao was already in the snow, Chu Yao naturally didn't feel uncomfortable calling his uncle.
It was a matter of time.
Although Chu Yao was calm, Lu Xiaoer naturally couldn't calm down and suddenly turned to look at the two of them.
"Why?"
"Because he does not allow the demon clan to cross the sea - this is probably recognized by their upper realm practitioners, so he wants to use Uncle Master's snowstorm to threaten Qin Sang, the lord of White Deer City."
"Then what?"
"Then the uncle knocked his sword away."
Lu Xiaoer felt like he was listening to some bizarre story?
I seem to understand a little bit, but I also seem to be completely unable to understand.
Chu Yao naturally understood Lu Xiaoer's mood.
At the beginning, she also felt very strange.
"So why are you sitting here?"
Lu Xiaoer finally asked this question.
Nan Dao said calmly: "Wait for the demon tribe to cross the sea."
Lu Xiaoer sat there in a daze, looking at the extremely calm young man under the umbrella.
"Uncle Master, do you think they should cross the sea and leave?"
Nandao did not answer this question.
...
"It's naturally a good thing to cross the sea and leave."
Shan Zhaoshui sat calmly on the barrier, with Cheng Lu and Ximen standing beside him. In the distance, on the long street of the town, a very lost Northern Witch stayed for a long time.
It may be a good thing that the demon clan crosses the sea, but for such a young man from Northern Wizardry who is trying to take advantage of the opportunity to gain a foothold in the north, it is naturally the biggest bad thing.
How can the world accept them if they haven't accomplished anything yet?
Fate passes by, but God's will is never up to anyone.
Among those idealized stories of being generous and willing to die, naturally it shouldn't be such an ending.
The story of Yunjue Town is probably a bit happy.
They don't have to face those surging monsters to defend such a pass town.
However, for Northern Wizardry, this is the worst ending.
Just like Hua Wubei lost the bet in Nanyi City and died under Zhang Xiaoyu's Red Sword.
Even if there is a shortage, you will lose.
The demon clan is not coming.
They can't pass either.
Such a young man who had achieved enlightenment and walked in the snow used a snowstorm to force the whole story of White Deer to stop.
Youque sighed softly, turned around and blew the rather lonely spring breeze, and left here.
As for why it was a good thing for the monster clan to cross the sea, he probably didn't want to hear it.
Cheng Lu and Ximen looked back at the departing Northern Witch and said nothing.
That is Northern Wizardry's story. Northern Wizardry's regrets, not theirs.
"Why is this a good thing?"
Cheng Lu naturally couldn't understand the views of this senior fellow from the Human Sword Sect.
When Shan Zhaoshui came from the north of Bailu, he naturally saw those stories, but he didn't say or do anything. He just chopped off Qin Sang's sword, and then told her that he was waiting for her in Yunjue Town. .
This senior brother, who even though he was old, looked as clean and handsome as a green mountain shining through water, of course knew those things when everyone was still kept in the dark.
So it was very peaceful at this time.
"I know what you are worried about. The demon clan is a group of transformed creatures. The place where they gather becomes the demon land, which will naturally continue to give birth to new demon clans. Their lifespans are long. If given time, they will naturally become a powerful enemy in the human world."
What Shan Zhaoshui said was naturally Cheng Lu's idea.
"Is it not?"
Cheng Lu frowned and said.
Shan Zhaoshui said softly: "Of course it is. It's just Cheng Lu..."
Si Po Jian, one of the three young swordsmen, turned sideways and listened carefully.
"Think about the stories from thousands of years ago."
Shan Zhaoshui smiled slightly.
Everyone in the world knows what the story of the millennium is.
When the demon tribe was born, it was driven away by Li Asan, the empress of Huaian, with the help of Huaian's power. He took the remaining demon tribe across the great swamp, overcoming the pursuit of the Huangliang demon-killing army, and rushed to the Youhuang Mountains.
They stayed on the Youhuang Mountains for twenty years, and then began to return to the world.
"They are not the monster clan back then." Shan Zhaoshui raised his head and looked over the green mountains, just like the monster clan who were cutting wood to make boats to the north of Bailu.
"When the demon clan was first born, even I had not really adapted to the cognitive acceptance of this human world, so I left in a panic and succumbed to the barren Yellow Mountains with only black soil and umbrella trees."
“But it’s different now than it was back then.”
"They have been living in this human world for thousands of years, but they themselves have not realized something - they will also call this human world our human world. Those monsters back then would think that it was difficult to leave their homeland, not to mention these people who have already lived in this world. The demon clan has been accustomed to living in the human world for thousands of years? The prosperity of the human world is not only difficult for us to let go of, but also for them, it is difficult to give up."
"In today's situation, the south is indeed facing an unprecedented dilemma. The Huangliang Incident has caused the entire world to be vigilant. If the stalemate with the demon clan continues, it will naturally cause difficulties within and outside Nanyi City."
Shan Zhaoshui smiled softly.
"So it's better to let them leave for now. The power of the world is indeed better to block than to spread out. That junior brother is right, although he may be speaking out of anger."
Cheng Lu was speechless.
If he hadn't drawn his sword and pointed it at the young man under the umbrella, which reminded him of the story at Nanyi City, the story might not have developed so quickly to where it is now.
"What if the demon clan really adapts to the situation in the Youhuang Mountains?"
Simon asked softly.
"No one in the world can do it, and neither can the demon clan." Shan Zhaoshui said calmly. "The Youhuang Mountains, even in the era when the yellow beams were protected by gods and ghosts, were called a dead place. There was nothing but black earth umbrella trees and high mountain wind and snow. Moreover, in such a place, being too close to the Styx River would make people lose their vitality. Strip it off. How do you think the demon clan can exist in a place like that for so long?"
"They are crossing the sea today, and they will naturally cross the sea back in silence tomorrow."
Shan Zhaoshui stood up and said slowly: "People have lived in the human world for countless years. Our understanding of this vast but narrow human world is far better than any other existence - including gods and ghosts. That is a A choice that exists in the inherent ability of life tells us where we can go and where we cannot go."
"It's called inheritance."
"It will still take a long time for the demon clan to understand this truth."
Shan Zhaoshui turned to look at the two young people behind him.
"So let them be, spring is gone and they will come back in winter."
Cheng Lu and Ximen sat there quietly, seeming to be thinking about these words of this human sword master.
...
The people from Beiwu Dao left Yunjue Town in the evening.
The story of the White Deer stopped in some snow, and naturally there was no need for them to stay here any longer.
Those Northern Wu people were heading toward Shanyue in the green mountains. They wanted to take advantage of Shanyue to continue heading north.
Bailu's demon clan crossed the sea and left, but there were still some places missing.
The wind never ends, the rain never ends.
Bailu's showers come and go quickly.
But there are still many places in the south where spring rains are still falling intermittently.
They are going to rush into the wind and rain, hoping to catch up with some fate.
Ximen gave them a ride very politely.
At the same time, he also asked a question with great confusion.
"Is the north really so good?"
Youque was not able to answer this question directly at that time. He just looked at the Northern Wizards who were walking silently into the dusk. He thought for a long time and said slowly: "We don't know yet. After all, there is always a huge gap between imagination and reality." , but if we find out in the future, we will tell Lord Ximen."
Simon sighed and said, "Who knows if we can survive until that time."
If it were in the past, people like Ximen would naturally not say such things.
In the past, the world was quiet, peaceful and stable.
It's like a big river with occasional storms but rarely turbulence.
But it's different now.
I heard that the Liuyun Sword Sect is further north.
The man named Chen Qingshan encountered some ambushes. In that battle, he did not show courtesy to the world and directly fought against the mountain.
The world may also be shocked by such a Taoist who can lift mountains.
But for Ximen and the others, what Chen Qingshan pulled out was not a mountain.
It is the cornerstone of stability in the world for thousands of years.
Beiwu Dao left this town in those uneasy dusk.
...
Beiwu Dao has finally caught up with this White Deer confrontation.
Jiang Ye, who came from Nanyi City, only saw Shan Zhaoshui looking at the mountains and water on the eaves of the town.
The name Shan Zhaoshui is not that old.
Jiang Ye recognized the senior brother sitting on the roof drinking light wine with just one glance.
"I seem to be late, senior brother."
Jiang Ye, carrying the green vegetable sword on his back, stopped on the street of Yunjue Town, looked at the fifty-year-old senior brother and said.
Shan Zhaoshui glanced down at Jiang Ye, smiled softly, and said, "It's not too late if you come."
Jiang Ye seemed to be silent for a long time, then looked to the north and said, "Since senior brother appears here, he should have seen the young man."
The story of White Deer is spreading to the south.
Even though Jiang Ye arrived late, he still heard some rumors after all.
Shan Zhaoshui smiled slightly and said: "I saw it, and he fired a sword. That young man was so powerful that he knocked my sword away."
Jiang Ye stood there in silence, listening to this nonsense story.
"Senior Sister Haruyue didn't take action against him. Probably the only one who did something practical was Senior Brother Chu from Tianqian Town."
Chu Yao made a move, but unfortunately he lost by chance.
Jiang Ye raised his head. This disciple of the Sword Sect came a little later, naturally because he walked a little longer. He looked at the mountains and the water and said softly: "This is different from what I thought at the beginning."
Shan Zhaoshui chuckled and said: "Of course it's different. Nanyi City's affairs can be solved by Nanyi City. Only human affairs need to be solved by human beings. What's more, don't bully the world by being young and young. Do you think we have any reason to act like that? A young man really takes action?"
Zhong Saoxue came to sweep the snow for Qin Chu in the first place because Zhang Xiaoyu was walking in the world and was forced to go up the mountain.
And none of us are teenagers, so we can do whatever we want.
Jiang Ye fell silent.
Shan Zhaoshui sighed.
"Actually, I did think about actually taking action. After all, it wasn't that long ago that I left Nanyi City. It's just that the boy was so calm, so calm that I was embarrassed to take action - so what is the story of Nanyi City? What's going on?"
Jiang Ye stood quietly for a long time, and then said softly: "This probably needs to start when a fog starts in Yunmengze."
"..."
Shan Zhaoshui waved his hand and said: "Forget it, it's too long and I'm too lazy to listen to it. Let's end the story here. Don't embarrass the other senior brothers."
Jiang Ye was silent for a while and said, "Okay."
"So what happened to that Hu Luwa?"
"It's fine now. I'm just probably immersed in a dream and unwilling to wake up."
Shan Zhaoshui chuckled and said, "That seems to be a top-notch dream."
The dream of the boy in Nanyi City was naturally very good.
Shushu is not dead, Zhang Xiaoyu is back, and Chen Huaifeng has a wife.
Reunion and happiness.
For that boy, this was the best dream in the world.
Ginger Ye thinks so too.
The two of them chatted in the town for a while, and the Sword Sect disciple carrying the green vegetable sword continued towards the north.
It’s not too late now. It means that there are still some places in the world that need the help of Jian Zong.
