It didn't have a name, Lu Xiaoer picked it up blindly.
But it really frightened the sword cultivator of Liuyun Sword Sect.
Lin An turned to look at the young boy and said with admiration: "That's it."
Although after he put aside those preconceived notions, he did see that it was just an empty thing.
It’s just that many things naturally have to have their form before they have their meaning.
Without the retro-style kendo, there would be no kendo.
Only when the first thing called a sword is held in the hand can one have the identity of a swordsman.
"I have never heard of a place like Tianya Sword Sect before."
Lin An looked at the two teenagers and said with some shame.
"I probably underestimate Lingnan on weekdays."
The Liuyun sword cultivator's attitude made Lu Xiaoer no longer embarrassed to pretend, and said softly: "There was really no need to be heard before."
Lu Xiaoer looked at the spring rain.
"You'll always hear it later."
Lin An smiled.
"Already heard."
...
Qingluo's matter was indeed a bit tricky. Lin An left here after a few hurried chats with the two young boys.
As for the cold light swords that were stuck on the ground, no one dared to touch them. After all, although it was difficult for Lu Xiaoer and Nan Dao to control so many swords, when they came out of the lake, they brought those swords with them. The sword intent from Sword Lake really exists.
Lu Xiaoer had no intention of taking it away.
After all, they will return to the Sword Lake on their own.
The two teenagers stood in the spring rain on the green hills, quietly watching the story that ended in a hurry.
"Will they come again?"
Lu Xiaoer looked at Nan Dao.
Nan Dao nodded calmly.
Lu Xiaoer was a little hesitant, probably debating whether he should stay here like his uncle stayed at Bailu.
Nan Dao saw Lu Xiaoer's thoughts, turned around and walked along the mountain path.
"It's useless for you to stay. This kind of thing can scare them once, but it won't scare them twice."
People in the world are not fools, and neither are the monsters.
If those swords just fell into the world in vain, they would naturally be able to guess a lot of things.
In such a chaotic human world, it is difficult to resolve it as the spiritual world wishes.
Because neither Congren nor Kamigawa are alive.
And Qiu Shui is already dead.
These are the three most important people between the two races.
A broken trust is difficult to mend again.
...
It was February 27, one thousand and four years in the Dafeng calendar.
A letter came from a distant place and was delivered to the small town of Donghai. It was then placed on the first sword step of the lonely cliff.
The person who delivered the letter was just an ordinary messenger in the world. Naturally, it was impossible for him to go behind the mountain gate of the Ten-Year Sword Sect to deliver the letter like Cheng Lu did.
So he placed the bamboo tube on the sword steps and pressed a stone carefully.
After all, no one has ever written a letter to Mojianya in the past thousand years.
They didn't know how to send it up either.
In fact, it was extremely lucky that this letter was delivered.
Someone told the young man who sent the letter that if it was quick, half a month would be enough, but if it was slow, it might be impossible.
Then there was a demon riot in the human world.
The letter was sent to Xinke Xiaoju in Shanyue City, not Bailu City.
If it had been sent to Bailu, such a letter would probably have been detained or buried for a long time in the demon land where countless demon clans gathered.
The letter customer looked at the postmarks all the way up and felt that this was a very lucky thing.
While guessing what the letter would be and who wrote it, while flipping through some nearby letters in the big bamboo basket on his waist, the messenger slowly left here.
After the messenger left, a man in black robe and a man in white appeared not far away.
"That boy sent it?"
Kamigawa looked at Cong Ren aside.
Cong Ren hugged the sword and smiled softly.
"Otherwise it was sent by me?"
The sea breeze blows constantly on the cliff.
The stone pressing the bamboo tube slowly fell aside as the bamboo tube rolled. Then the bamboo tube got rid of its restraints and rolled towards the outside of the cliff until it landed next to the two of them.
Cong Ren bent down, picked up the bamboo tube, and blew the soil on it.
"It seems that Senior Nephew Qiu probably doesn't have time to pay attention to the things under the cliff."
Cong Ren looked at the bamboo tube in his hand and said slowly.
Sitting on the Mojian Cliff, watching the world without paying attention to it.
If Qiu Xi'er was looking at the world, it would be impossible not to notice such a letter guest.
I won’t let this bamboo tube blow down in the wind.
"Of course, it's also possible that she didn't want to receive such a letter."
Cong Ren said softly.
Then he let it roll off the cliff.
But Cong Ren thinks the former may be more likely.
After staying in the town for so long, he had also heard that people from Lingnan Tingfengjian Sect's Lingluo Pavilion had come here several times to deliver letters.
After all, under this high cliff, two sword cultivators from the Thirteenth Level of Daohai stayed for a long time.
Within the East China Sea, there is a twelve-fold man who watches fate and has been wandering for a long time.
Qiu Xi'er, who took over the Cliff Master from Qiu Shui, found it difficult to calm down.
Kamigawa looked at the bamboo tube in Cong Ren's hand quietly, and didn't care whether Qiu Xi'er had no intention of looking at the bottom of the cliff or didn't want to look at the bottom of the cliff. It took a long time before he looked at this lazy white sword. Xiu, said in a deep voice: "Is this the person you chose?"
Cong Ren turned his head and looked at Kamigawa with a smile.
"This is not the person I chose. I have never chosen anything. When people come, I just give them the direction. What chooses him is fate and God's will. None of this can be determined by human will."
Kamigawa looked at the smiling junior brother for a long time, then turned back and said lightly: "I saw something called jealousy in your eyes."
"As it should be."
Cong Ren still smiled.
"I'm justifiably jealous."
Cong Ren played with the bamboo tube in his hand.
"Just like many years ago, I often looked at Qingxuanxu's grave in a daze. God's will always seems to choose people who have no intention of doing this, while ignoring people like us."
"I saw the present from thousands of years ago, but got nothing. Of course I will be jealous. I don't want to accept that boy. Although it is partly because those wind and snow are too troublesome, from a certain point of view, it is not bad. Because when I think about such a person inheriting the great love under my nose, I will be so jealous that I can’t sleep well.”
"If a person often doesn't sleep well, he will be in a bad mood. People like us, if they are in a bad mood, may one day become a person. Because I can't help myself, I have to let everything go by me. I am irreversible. I look at God and scold my mother but ruin the world. If I become such a person, Cong Zhongxiao will definitely crawl out of the River Styx in anger, gather his own ashes together, and give me a sword. Stabbed to death with a sword. Of course, he might also stab you to death with a sword. To a certain extent, we are all traitors."
Cong Ren was talking casually and lazily while stroking the fire paint on the bamboo tube.
Then with a "pop" sound, he flipped open the lid of the bamboo tube with his thumb very coolly.
Then a sword fell down from the cliff.
Cong Ren stopped what he was doing, raised his head and looked at the cliff with a smile.
"It seems that some people probably don't want to see such a letter, but they also don't want others to see such a letter."
As Cong Ren spoke, he raised his hand and threw the bamboo tube into the stream not far away.
The rolled letter slipped out of the bamboo tube, and just when it was about to fall into the stream, it was blown away by a gust of wind on the cliff, heading towards the high cliff that was submerged in the clouds.
"Of course, it's probably inappropriate to sit on a cliff and think about love. But we shouldn't need to meddle in other people's business like this."
Cong Ren looked at Kamigawa aside.
"So, was that letter sent by that boy? Who chose that boy? Senior brother, what does this have to do with you?"
"You were a country thief back then, and now you are a sword thief. No matter how high-sounding you say those things, the word "stealing" is always inevitable."
The last emperor of Huai'an was the late emperor Li Asan. Such an emperor who was always wary of monsters would have never been able to let a big monster like Shenhe from Huangliang gain access to Huai'an if he had not died on the cliff. The throne of the emperor, thus taking advantage of the situation to sweep the world.
Therefore, Cong Ren's "stealing" words are naturally reasonable.
There was no movement on Kamigawa's face, he just looked at Cong Ren quietly.
Then he said slowly: "You seem a little flustered."
The smile on Cong Ren's face disappeared, and he stood there with an indifferent expression, looking up at the sky in the world, and said calmly: "Yes."
Countless tiny points of light suddenly appeared on the body of this white-clothed sword cultivator, and then turned into countless thin lines invisible to the world and fell towards the world.
"Someone is trying to cut the thread of my destiny."
Kamigawa's eyes fell on a thin line heading south.
The line was straight with slight fluctuations.
It seems like it will suddenly disconnect at a certain moment.
Cong Ren quietly dispersed the flow of fate and stood there holding the sword.
"It will always come. Those who walk by the river will always get their shoes wet, and those who watch the dusk in the plain forest will always have a moment of loneliness filling their sleeves."
"But I have two swords, senior brother."
Cong Ren said calmly.
"The blacksmith who was sleeping in the East China Sea scolded my mother and gave me a second sword. But senior brother, you only have one spiritual platform."
Kamikawa just stood there quietly.
The black robe was like an abyss.
The sea breeze hunts, but it cannot blow away the things below.
Cong Ren gradually narrowed his eyes.
...
——
gentlemen.
It's the fifth day of the Lunar New Year and I've already gone down the mountain.
I wrote you a letter last year, but I don’t know if you received it.
Is it deserted on the cliff?
I don’t know when I will be able to walk to the East China Sea.
Maybe it will be faster than this letter, maybe it will be slower than this letter.
I got into some trouble some time ago and offended the Human Sword Sect. This journey may not be easy.
But I will come as soon as possible.
——
The woman in a white dress sat quietly on a high cliff, with clouds under the cliff, the sea on the horizon, and the wind in the dusk.
And the letter is in my lap.
He was pressed under the sword lying across his knees.
The sword is on his knees, so his black hair falls like a waterfall behind him.
A mountain breeze and a sea breeze blew in at a certain moment, causing my hair to fly and my letter paper to flutter.
Letter from last year.
Is it the one you didn't open?
——A certain woman in red from the East China Sea seemed to have forgotten that she still had a letter from a boy in her arms.
Qiu Xi'er sat there quietly, and the winds of the world that accidentally broke in were once again isolated by the sword.
This woman with an extremely awe-inspiring sword intent held the sword in her hands and the letter, and stood up, but did not go to the Qingzhu Residence under the cliff to see what was written in the letter.
I just followed the green paths along the cliffs and walked all the way to the center of Zhuojian Terrace. I stopped by the clear spring and looked down at the spring water.
There was no such sword in the clear spring.
But there is still a lot of sword intent left in it.
It was cold and sharp, cutting into pieces the reflected woman's cold face and the distant soft twilight sky.
Qiu Xi'er stared there for a long time, then raised her hand to push back a strand of hair that was a little messy by the accidental mountain wind.
The boy obviously arrived much slower than the long-delayed letter.
Qiu Xi'er placed the letter by the spring, and the hometown sword in her hand, which looked like the moon emerging from the water, turned into a wooden hairpin again. The woman in the white dress sat down by the spring, and combed the waterfall of long hair behind her again. The hairpin is tied behind the head.
Then he stood up and walked slowly towards the cliff.
The human mountain wind blows into the cliff again.
But it's not accidental, it's deliberate.
Because the sword intent on the cliff is slowly dispersing - or in other words, it is coming towards the hands of the woman in the white dress.
So it turned into a sword with sword intent.
Shenhe and Congren, who were under the cliff, looked up at the cliff. They saw the clouds and mist break, and someone wearing a white dress came up with a sword.
The two of them raised their eyebrows when they looked at the sword in Qiu Xi'er's hand, which was condensed from Mojianya's sword intention.
Then they took a step back together in a tacit understanding.
Qiu Xi'er stood in front of the ancient mountain gate of Mojianya and looked at the moss-covered stone tablets for a long time. They were the names of the last generation of Mojianya disciples.
Just like the meaning on this sword.
White clothes, inclined bridge, green lotus.
That was what those disciples left to the world and to Mojianya.
Qiu Xi'er stood on the sword steps with her sword in hand, her eyes fell on the two sword cultivators at the foot of the cliff, and she said calmly: "Are you going to the East China Sea, or are you going to take the sword from Mo Jian Ya?"
Cong Ren smiled softly and said, "I suddenly want to eat noodles. See you next time, nephew."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword cultivator in white hugged his sword very simply, turned around, and headed towards the noodle shop in the small town on the East China Sea.
Kamigawa stood there quietly, looking at the woman in the white dress, and then said slowly: "This should be Mojianya's last sword. It seems that you all chose that boy..."
Qiu Xi'er said calmly: "Your Majesty thinks too much."
Kamigawa said nothing more and turned around, but heard the voice of the woman behind him again.
"Your Majesty, you'd better not think about touching that boy."
Kamigawa stopped there and said slowly: "This is not the attitude Mo Jian Ya should have."
"I am not Qiushui. I have slept in the human world for too long. I am not tall enough, so I can only look at the human world a few more times."
Kamigawa said calmly: "Okay."
They left together in white clothes and black robes.
The sword intention of Mojianya fell on those sword steps again.
Qiu Xi'er stood there for a long time, looking up to the south of the world.
...
Qin Sang walked very slowly in the human world. It took him a long time to finally cover the distance from Bailu Sea to Yunjue Town.
Ximen stood there in silence, looking at this woman who had lost all her demon power at some point.
Cheng Lu looked away. Along the way this woman was walking, there were many mulberry trees growing slowly, with green branches hanging low in the spring breeze.
Shan Zhaoshui sat on the barrier, looking at the woman in green below who could no longer maintain her human form, her eyes filled with sighs.
"It seems you are planning not to say anything."
This woman's sword intent was still fierce, and her divine sea was still abundant. Ximen and Cheng Lu could even faintly hear the sound of waves coming from her sea in the shock caused by the demonic power dissipating.
The sea of Tao has six folds of waves.
In the entire human world, they belong to the top group of people.
However, this woman walked all the way from the seaside and lost all her demonic power.
The biggest difference between humans and demons lies in their demon power.
Once the demonic power dissipates, even if her cultivation reaches the sky, she can only return to her original state.
It is death.
Qin Sang walked towards this place quietly in the dusk.
Under the green clothes, branches have begun to break out.
"I know why senior brother chose to wait patiently like this."
Qin Sang looked at the disciples of the Human Sword Sect on the barrier and said, "So when I walked towards here, I was already prepared to die."
This woman in green was just like the one Ximen saw for the first time, smiling softly.
"I'm not going to bet on whether my loyalty will actually be unwavering."
"So when I am determined enough and loyal enough, I need to make up my mind."
Shan Zhaoshui looked at the woman in green quietly.
"But you are indeed determined enough. From the sea to here, you have walked more than a hundred miles for a long time. Dissipating the demonic power is like scraping pieces of flesh and blood on the human body. You have spent a long time torturing yourself. , enough to prove that you can indeed keep all secrets."
Qin Sang's flesh and blood fell into the dust and mud along the way, and a line of mulberry trees grew.
The woman in green chuckled softly.
"So I'm sorry, senior brother, you shouldn't have left there like that. People in the world can lie to others, and we demon clan have also learned very well."
Shan Zhaoshui is very calm.
"Could it be that if I stayed then, you would tell me everything?"
"of course not."
Qin Sang had very little demonic power left in her body, and her feet began to grow roots, which pierced out from her shoes and took root in the earth.
Shan Zhaoshui quietly looked at the woman who was about to turn into a mulberry tree in front of Yun Jue Town.
"Look, you actually miss your homeland on earth."
Qin Sang was silent for a while and said softly: "Yes."
All people suck the nutrients of this earth in order to thrive under this sky.
"What about them?"
What about those demon clans that crossed the sea?
Qin Sang turned back and looked at the dusk in the northeast.
no answer.
The moment he turned back, the demonic power was gone.
As a result, countless heaven and earth energy and sword intent escaped together and dispersed between heaven and earth.
"They got away."
Shan Zhaoshui calmly answered his question for Qin Sang.
