After Bai Lu's voice fell silent, the power of the southern demon clan became much weaker.
After all, when Bailu fell, many monsters from the south rushed to Bailu.
Nan Dao and Lu Xiaoer went north all the way to Xuanxue territory, but they did not encounter any large-scale conflicts between the two races.
It's just that slaying demons is easy, but pacifying them is difficult.
It is always easier to kill someone than to convince someone.
Therefore, even if there are no large-scale conflicts, there are constant small frictions in the world.
In such an atmosphere, some disturbance may cause another war between the two tribes at any time.
There is already a clear boundary between the demon clan and the world.
The two teenagers no longer participated in these stories.
The story of Black Umbrella, the boy and Fengxue has been heard in the world.
Nan Dao was not sure whether Ximen had sent the message to hell elsewhere in the world, so he hurried away.
During the spring rain at the end of February, the two stopped for a while in a town north of Xuanxue.
When it rains, everyone grows into tall mushrooms. So a black umbrella like that is no longer unusual.
Nan Dao broke a peach blossom from the peach trees outside the town that had been washed away by the rain. He stood at the door of the wine shop in Zhennan and asked Lu Xiaoer to go in and buy a pot of wine. He also asked the waiter to help him make peach blossom wine. .
"Is that your senior brother? Why doesn't he come in?"
Nan Dao heard the waiter who was cooking wine in the store ask Lu waiter.
Lu Xiaoer replied: "He likes to watch the rain."
"oh."
The waiter didn't ask any more questions.
After all, there are so many people who like to watch the rain.
The young boy walked out with a pot of hot wine, opened an umbrella under the eaves, and the two continued walking towards the north of the town.
The spring rain falls.
It's only raining in February, so it won't be muggy.
It was still chilly, so Lu Xiaoer felt extra warm while holding the bottle of wine.
This was a feeling I had never felt before.
Before he went up the mountain, he had helped his father buy wine in the town west of Lingnan, but at that time it felt very ordinary. Never before has it been like this, holding a bottle of wine, as if holding all the peace of mind.
Maybe it's because the peach blossom has no other color, maybe because the blood stains in the town are gradually fading, and people are starting to become active again.
"I just heard someone saying something in the store."
Lu Xiaoer held the wine and walked for a while before he remembered and handed it to Nan Dao. Nan Dao looked at the young boy's reluctant look, shook his head and said, "I won't drink it now, you take it first." Come on. What's going on?"
Lu Xiaoer held the jug in his arms again and walked slowly down the long street.
"There seems to be some fighting over there in Qingluo."
It is natural for Nan Dao to think that there is a war.
Many demon clans in Xuanxue have fled to Bailu, and from time to time, some disciples of Liuyun Sword Sect appear in those mountain towns with swords in their hands, so the two of them seem much more peaceful when they come here.
But Lu Xiaoer is not a fool, so this is obviously an unusual story.
"Someone has raised nearly ten thousand rebels and is annihilating the demon clan everywhere in the world, and the momentum is still rising, causing the Qingluo Rebellion that had gradually subsided to ignite the war again."
Nan Dao walked quietly under the umbrella.
This seems like a story that should have happened.
It seems like a story that shouldn't happen.
After many sword cultivators from the Liuyun Sword Sect and some senior brothers from the Human Sword Sect intervened, they gave the rioting demon clan some severe blows, and they were beaten back to their senses. Like hanging snow.
Although the demon clan is still dormant in the human world and has not entered these small towns again, even under the suppression and mediation of those sword cultivators, some scattered small demon clan settlements have formed outside the town.
But it also calmed down, not as violent as when the wildfire first started.
There are also some Liuyun sword cultivators in the town where the two of them are.
The sudden cessation of the White Deer Demon Clan's incident in the south also led to a huge turning point in the story of the south.
Such a monster clan from the plain city that gathered many southern monster clans went out to sea, causing the flag that was raised to suddenly collapse.
This is also an important factor that led to the silence of the story of the demon clan.
Lu Xiaoer walked on the street with the wine in his arms, thought for a long time, and said: "If according to what they said, this is a story where no one wants to see blood and fire, then Qingluo's story is not a story about two people. Will the relationship between the clans further deteriorate?"
Although the young boy will not think about these things, he can still hear them because he has ears.
Nan Dao said softly: "Yes."
After experiencing the conversation with Qin Sang, Nan Dao also understood a lot of things.
The human world does not want to truly expel such a race that has gradually become a climate.
Even if the two will eventually become enemies, they will use the human world as a prison to trap them in it.
Perhaps it is this kind of maneuverable attitude that determines that the demon clan cannot stay in the Youhuang Mountains for a long time.
So Shan Zhaoshui didn't care about what Qin Sang did, he just said that after spring went, he would come back in winter.
Because they know that the attitude of the world is not firm.
If there is hope, the struggle in sinking will be particularly painful.
...
The two of them walked silently on the street. After a long time, Nan Dao said slowly: "Master... Zhang Xiaoyu should be walking north."
Lu Xiaoer looked towards Nandao.
After the young man under the umbrella no longer believed in his senior brother, he became very determined.
"He did it."
This sentence is very plain.
There was no look of gnashing of teeth and hatred, nor was there a slow and gloomy tone.
He just said these five words calmly.
But Lu Xiaoer could hear the decisive meaning in it.
Because this was something that there was no news about in the world and neither of them had seen it with their own eyes.
Nan Dao said it calmly but definitely.
"why is that?"
Lu Xiaoer was very puzzled.
Although he and Zhang Xiaoyu only met once, such a name is extremely famous in the south.
The Taoist who came from Shanhe Temple turned to sword practice on the way, and called the sky full of red, entered the avenue, and climbed to the cliff master.
Why would such a person do such a thing?
Nan Dao shook his head and said nothing.
All he could see was chaos.
But he didn't know what was behind the chaos.
Lu Xiaoer did not continue to ask, but handed the still-warm wine bottle to Nan Dao.
This time Nan Dao did not refuse, taking a few sips of wine from the wine bottle.
"Uncle Master, are you going there?"
Nan Dao said calmly: "I won't go."
Lu Xiaoer looked at Yijie Chunyu and understood a little bit.
You really can’t go to the South Island.
Those wind and snow may scare the demon clan and the practitioners.
But it can't scare those armies composed of worldly people.
The ignorant are fearless.
Unless Nandao really has the determination to put down the umbrella in his hand completely and kill tens of thousands of people through wind and snow.
He is not crazy.
A sixteen-year-old boy can sometimes figure out a lot of things.
Holding umbrellas and a pot of freshly brewed peach blossom wine, the two teenagers left this human town in the lingering spring rain of February.
...
It’s February 25th in the calendar year 104 of Dafeng.
Two teenagers appeared on a green mountain in Qingluo.
In the distance is a valley full of spring breeze, spring rain, spring flowers and spring grass.
Equally prosperous, there are many weapons and stumps stuck on the ground like bamboo shoots.
Of course, there was also a patch of blood as red as red flowers.
There are three parties confronting each other in the valley.
The demon-slaying rebel army lacks armored soldiers but has a large number of people.
The demonic force was overwhelming and hurriedly moved toward the demon clan retreating from the valley.
There are also many sword cultivators from Liuyun Mountain Range.
Those sword cultivators stood between the two, like a barrier, stopping the steps of the demon-slaying rebels.
The two teenagers on the distant mountain naturally had no idea what kind of conversation would take place there.
Not long after seeing the sword cultivators confronting the rebels, the people began to charge.
The sword cultivators had to retreat.
Let them rush towards the demon clan climbing up the valley.
The conflict between the spiritual world and the demon clan is undoubtedly simple.
Because they stand at a high place, they can see many things, and at the same time they have enough confidence to deal with many changes calmly.
But the world is different. No matter how scared the demon clan is, they will only become more scared.
The cultivation world has not really resolved the conflict between the two clans, and those demon clans that escaped from the mainstream have become a dark cloud in the hearts of the world.
Under long-term depression, it is often easy to produce some uncontrollable emotions.
That kind of emotion made them raise their swords, axes and sickles when facing the Liuyun sword cultivators who usually respected them as gods.
Nan Dao watched that scene quietly and then looked into the distance.
Outside the valley, many monster clans are gathering and rushing towards one place.
The mountain fire suppressed by Liuyun Sword Sect was once again ignited by the resistance of those people who were provoked.
Those monster clans are coming towards this place in great force, carrying strong demonic power.
Not only Nandao saw this scene, but the Liuyun sword cultivators who retreated to the valley also saw this scene.
They tried to kill some people.
Many people were also separated and left.
But these two torrents are obviously extremely difficult to stop.
Everything is converging towards somewhere.
Until the blood flows into a river.
Nan Dao stood in the green hills and watched quietly, the umbrella ribs in his hand trembling slightly - umbrellas naturally don't tremble.
Lu Xiaoer held his sword and looked silently at the umbrella in Nan Dao's hand.
Even though the boy said he wouldn't come over at the time, he still came over in the end.
Naturally, people are always duplicitous and contradictory.
After a long time, Nan Dao finally calmed down and turned towards the mountains.
Lu Xiaoer stood there hesitantly.
But Nan Dao didn't go far before he stopped, looked at the young boy who was still watching, and said softly: "How many sword names have you memorized?"
Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and said, "Not many, what's wrong, uncle?"
Nan Dao has not answered yet.
The young boy suddenly understood and turned to look at the two converging torrents.
Summoning a sword and wielding a sword are naturally not the same.
Even Nan Dao cannot control too many swords at the same time, especially at long distances. The sword intention and vitality are far from enough to control so many swords.
But Tianya Sword Sect’s Summoning Sword is possible.
Even Lu Xiaosan could chase Le Chaotian all the way behind the sword name.
Of course, it goes without saying that Lu Xiaoer.
The wind and snow can't scare anyone, but the light of the sword can.
Lu Xiaoer suddenly understood what Nan Dao meant.
Standing in the green mountains, looking at the valley from a distance, he probably felt the thoughts in the young man's heart, and even the Xiwu Sword slung behind his back began to tremble.
Nan Dao held an umbrella, stood beside Lu Xiaoer, and said softly: "Let's get started."
So the little boy took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Don't you see..."
In the spring rain of the human world, a sword suddenly broke through the clouds.
A certain sword cultivator standing on the valley suddenly raised his head, looking at the sword that came from nowhere, with a cold light and the sword intent that had just begun to break through the lake, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
Just sighed again soon.
What's the use of having only one sword?
However, soon, the sword cultivator was stunned.
In the spring rain, after the sword disappeared, long swords began to appear one after another.
The light of the sword flows like water from a great river coming up from the sky.
I don’t see you, the water of the great river comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return.
When those sword lights broke through the spring rain brilliantly and fell towards the world.
The two torrents finally noticed the strange phenomenon above the spring dome above their heads and stopped inside and outside the valley.
Those Liuyun sword cultivators also took advantage of the situation and moved with the light of the flowing swords, drawing their swords and standing in the spring rain.
When those sword lights passed through the valley, Lu Xiaoer cut off the Ruowuowu connection with the swords of the Sword Lake, but it also caused a scene in the distance that looked like the Milky Way falling.
The two torrents gradually began to recede, and they didn't know what was happening.
But obviously such a scene frightened them far more than a cold snowstorm.
It seemed that someone came out against the current, holding a sword condensed with sword intent, and appeared at the front of the torrent. He raised his sword and split a long sword that fell into the valley. Then he raised his sword and seemed to be roaring something. .
However, such a scene, among the long swords falling like rain, was obviously extremely small, and it was not enough to make the people of the world stop retreating.
Perhaps guided by the sword's intention, the man suddenly turned his head and looked at the green mountains in the distance. He seemed to vaguely see the two umbrellas there.
It was only then that I saw the two distant figures.
He then noticed some wind, snow and chill.
Although he was not a swordsman, but holding a sword like that, he could naturally realize what it was.
He hurriedly raised the Sword Intention Sword in his hand.
Sure enough, the next moment, a blue-black sword fell into the valley, and a sword happened to be delivered to the sword of sword intent. Fortunately, the sword intent from Zhang Xiaoyu was quite powerful, even if it fell into the hands of the world, it would be difficult to He used all his strength to protect him, but only drove him away.
The man raised his hand and wiped the blood on his lips, and was about to turn around and call out to the people who were still retreating.
However, he found that those people were looking at him with quite frightened expressions.
The man suddenly realized something and raised his hand to touch his throat.
There seemed to be something sticky in my throat in the spring rain.
The man put his finger in front of his eyes, and then he saw a lot of bright red color.
Not far away, there was a bloody sword of cold light, wandering around and disappearing into the mist of the spring rain.
There are many such swords in the spring rain.
The man's eyes blurred, his neck tilted, and the blood that rushed out fell into the color of his eyes.
Someone took the sword.
Not a sword cultivator, just a common person.
Just like when he took over this sword from the people in that card hall.
.....
Nan Dao and Lu Xiaoer stood side by side.
It was not Lu Xiaoer who recited the name of the sword, but Lu Xiaosan. If that laughing young boy were here, he would probably be able to bring about a more gorgeous and useless sword light.
There are sword cultivators from Liuyun Sword Sect coming towards this place.
Although Lu Xiaoer cut off the connection with the swords of Sword Lake in time, the trajectory of the swords can naturally be traced.
The sword cultivator from the small realm came towards this place, probably with the intention of seeing which senior could wield so many swords.
The last time I saw such a scene was during All Souls' Day last year. Even in Liuyun Sword Sect, you could see the flow of ten thousand swords rising in Nanyi City - they came from the autumn water of Mojian Cliff. The scene of cleaning swords for the world.
But when he saw the two teenagers, he was obviously stunned for a moment.
But adhering to the idea that people should not be judged by their appearance, this sword cultivator from the Four Realms of the Small Path still held his sword and saluted.
"Lin An, inner disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect, thank you both for your help."
Lu Xiaoer carried the Xiwu Sword and held an umbrella without saying a word, pretending to be profound.
Just as Lu Xiaosan thought at the beginning.
Such a young boy with delicate features and delicate features naturally has the demeanor of a swordsman.
It's just that his realm is too low. For a Liuyun sword cultivator in the fourth realm of Xiaodao, it is naturally something that can be seen through at a glance.
On the other side, Nan Dao, when the two swords with the chill of fine snow turned back to the green mountains and fell into their sheaths, they did have a hint of profound meaning.
However, Lin An soon realized something from the wind and snow and the black umbrella, and looked at Nandao with a hint of surprise.
"Are you that boy from Bailu?"
Nan Dao nodded and returned the gesture.
"Brother, you're welcome."
It wasn't until this senior brother's voice fell into Lin An's ears that the Liuyun Sword Sect was sure that these two were indeed not seniors.
One is to enter the Tao and know the water, and the other is to step on the snow to become the Tao.
However, even though the two realms are not high, they still awe the sword cultivators of this small realm.
After all, the White Deer Demon incident is extremely critical to the entire south.
The young man suppressed those things with a blizzard, which naturally had many benefits for the south.
In the land of hanging snow, green roses and green crops, you no longer have to worry about the story to the south.
Lin An looked at the sword lights that were still falling towards the world, frightening the two torrent that was about to collide and retreating away.
"What it is?"
Nan Dao said slowly: "That's the sword technique of Lingnan Tianya Sword Sect, it's called..."
"Ten thousand swords return to the clan."
Lu Xiaoer took over Nan Dao's hesitant words and spoke calmly and proudly.
