Zhang Xiaoyu moved his gaze to the horizon.
The grass blades were flying in the evening wind, and the glow of the stream was gentle.
As long as the trajectory of something appears, the color will naturally come to mind.
And he didn't say anything to the young man sitting on the bank of the stream. He just looked down at the sword in his lap and the wine bottle at his waist.
The story between the two people is far from using the word "away".
Even counting from the time when the young man first set foot in Nanyi City, it has only been exactly one year now.
It's just that the word "stay away" always contains more than just years.
For example, a playmate from childhood suddenly moved to another town not too far away and made an agreement to visit you once a month.
But everyone knows that it means separation.
When certain footsteps appear at other intersections, even if they haven't gone far, you can still see the reluctant figure in the dusk.
Everyone knows that this is the story of the beginning of separation.
When Zhang Xiaoyu came to Lingnan, Nan Dao still had a lot of hatred in his heart for the snowstorm at Nanyi City.
But at that time, he knew that the two of them were still very close.
Until later...
When the story of Shan Yue appeared in the world.
So even if the sword cultivator washed his white clothes cleanly, even if there was only a clear stream between them, even if from the beginning to the end, the two sword wielders never had a real break with each other.
But just like those stories about spring breeze and flying grass.
Everything is constantly dying and being reborn.
I want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and wine.
The people sitting across from each other all have different souls in their bodies.
Zhang Xiaoyu quietly looked at the clouds flying in the wind. Everything was gray, but this swordsman in white who had seen everything before naturally understood what kind of colors they should be.
Like orange light, like white clothes.
When the swordsman washed his white clothes as before, but the young man still just sat there in silence and said nothing.
Many things have become clear.
"So sometimes, people forget things."
So Zhang Xiaoyu stood up, walked to the grass a few steps away, bent down, picked up a piece of cloth torn from his white clothes, tied it around his eyes again, and then sat down like the boy. In the grass beside the clear stream at dusk.
The swordsman in white smiled softly.
"It's like I sometimes forget that I actually don't have eyes anymore, but I still do the same thing to look at people and things."
"When people forget something, some stories become very beautiful."
The white-robed swordsman smiled very self-deprecatingly.
"I saw the green grass in the spring breeze, the fallen leaves at dusk, and the very clean white clothes beside the clear stream. You know, junior brother."
Zhang Xiaoyu raised his head slightly.
"I really thought I saw it, so I believed it to be true. I felt that everything was just like the reunion in Lingnan. Although you had some grudges, you still called me senior brother sincerely..."
The young man under the umbrella on the other side of the clear stream finally spoke.
"Because there are some things that I don't even know are right or wrong."
Nan Dao raised his head and looked calmly at the sword cultivator in white on the other side. His white clothes were clean but torn. His eyes were looking at the sky, but he was blind.
"Just like the conversation in the apricot blossom forest of Xuanxuyuan..."
.....
——Junior brother, aren’t you curious about who you want to kill?
——Senior brother is a good person, so the person he wants to kill is naturally not a kind person.
——You must not be a kind person, Junior Brother?
.....
Nan Dao was silent for a long time, and Zhang Xiaoyu on the other side didn't speak either.
They were probably all reminiscing about that distant conversation.
"When I walked out of that snowstorm, I didn't even know if I was a good person."
The young man looked at the umbrella in his hand quietly.
"So if senior brother wants to kill me, there is nothing wrong. I also want to believe that senior brother has some reasons for doing it as a last resort."
The young man clenched the umbrella in his hand, raised his head, and looked at the very quiet swordsman in white for a long time.
"But there are some things where right and wrong are clear, Zhang Xiaoyu."
The young man stopped calling him senior brother.
Even if he had categorically told Le Chaotian that his senior brother was his senior brother, this was unreasonable.
But now, he has personally overturned those words of his.
"Bringing the flames of war to the world, causing the entire South to be unrestful and causing countless casualties, senior brother, do you have any last resort reason to do this?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said very calmly: "No. I didn't. I am an executioner who is keen to see the suffering of the world to satisfy my selfish desires. I saw my own sin, so I felt that the world was full of sin, so I lit a fire and engulfed the weeds by their roots. . I am a villain, a butcher, and any unforgivable person who destroys ethics."
The sword cultivator in white lowered his head and faced the young man sitting with his sword across the wind.
"Can this answer answer the many doubts in my junior brother's mind?"
Nan Dao watched quietly as the sword cultivator's white clothes gradually began to seep out some blood, which was around his heart.
Maybe he had some injuries not long ago.
So under the influence of some hidden emotions, the blood surged, causing the wound to open again.
So calm may not really be calm.
But many things, even if there are thousands of reasons, cannot escape the nature of evil.
If it is high-sounding, it can become justice.
So using words as a weapon, there is enough reason to kill all living creatures in the world.
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled softly.
"Junior brother, there is no need to think that I really had no choice when I struck the sword at the top of Nanyi City. Even to you, I have always been a villain from the beginning to the end. I washed my white clothes clean, and before my junior brother I am not waiting on the journey towards that high cliff to make my junior brother feel how innocent I am."
When the sword cultivator in white finished these words, a tattered scabbard emerged from the twilight mountain stream with many entangled water plants, and landed on Zhang Xiaoyu's lap.
"In fact, I just whitewashed my lies and disguised my evil thoughts."
The sword cultivator in white lowered his head, and then the sword light floated by the stream, and the sword intent fell down to cut off the grass blades, like countless fragmented past flying in the twilight.
“So Junior Brother, it’s better not to go to Mojianya.”
Zhang Xiaoyu raised his head and smiled slightly.
"Because I really will kill you."
Nan Dao raised his hand and held the Peach Blossom Sword on his knees. Facing the awe-inspiring sword intent flowing between the heaven and earth and the green mountains, coming from the Five-fold Sword Cultivator on the other side, he said calmly: "I can't ask for it."
...
Lu Xiaoer stood in a daze at the upper reaches of the clear stream in the human world.
When he walked with the young master uncle and saw the white-clothed sword cultivator in Qingxi, he thought about many scenes of the two meeting each other at that moment.
For example, the two of them began to sigh about many stories while facing the clear stream in the dusk mountain, and then quietly explained the reasons for all the stories clearly.
So senior brothers are still senior brothers, and junior brothers are still junior brothers.
Of course Lu Xiaoer knew that this was very wishful thinking.
But facing such a high-level swordsman, such a swordsman who brought fire to the world without mercy.
What else can a young boy do besides wishful thinking?
When those sword intentions fell towards the human world in those calm and cold words, Lu Xiaoer still felt that it shouldn't be like this.
The story should not be led calmly to an irreversible ending like this.
At least be slow.
Lu Xiaoer stood in the dusk and evening breeze, feeling a little chilly.
When the first sword light suddenly crossed the clear stream, the young man who knew the water realm suddenly trembled.
As if he was shocked.
It was clear that the conversation between the two had come to an end, and it was clear that the sword intent and sword light had brought enough signs.
However, when a sword light from the Sword of Sword Lake actually passed through the clear stream and fell to the other side, Lu Xiaoer still fell into panic and confusion.
This young man from Lingnan suddenly didn't know what he should do.
The gap between Daohai Wudielang and Taxue is already as big as heaven and earth.
Not to mention this little boy who entered Zhishui not long ago.
It took Lu Xiaoer a long time to finally calm down. One was a senior uncle, and the other was no longer a senior uncle. The young boy naturally understood how he should choose.
So the Xiwu Sword behind him took out its sheath with a very slight sword intention, and tried to get involved in the flow of those sword intentions, but of course no such miracle happened.
Xiwu Sword is naturally a good sword in the world.
The sword that has been tempered for countless years in such a young sword lake is actually much stronger than the Peach Blossom Sword of Nandao, and it is also stronger than Zhang Xiaoyu's Mountain and River Sword.
However, the one who wielded the sword was just a young boy who knew the water realm.
That's why the sword light began to unsheath and traveled a short distance along the clear stream. It was still extremely far away from the white-clothed sword cultivator. Then it was ejected back by the sword's intention and landed next to Lu Xiaoer.
At this time, the young man sitting with an umbrella on the bank of the stream had already drawn the second sword.
The sword is blue-black and the umbrella is black.
Then that figure was like a black cloud in the twilight, suddenly passing through the glow of light flowing across the clear stream, and a sword fell towards the sword cultivator in white who was sitting on the bank of the stream.
The sword intention circulated around Zhang Xiaoyu's body, and the Parrot Island he had borrowed fell into the clear stream like the Xiwu Sword.
The white-clothed swordsman just calmly faced the young man under the umbrella who came across the clear stream.
He never thought that this young man would be so decisive.
Just like he was sitting quietly by the stream without calling his senior brother. Just like when he heard Zhang Xiaoyu's words, he said what he wanted in a calmer tone.
"It seems you really want me to die, junior brother."
Zhang Xiaoyu's voice was very soft.
Like a rather long sigh.
The boy's story may also be a dead end.
If you don't kill me, I will kill you.
Even if you kill me, don't even think about leaving here alive.
Naturally, Nan Dao didn't answer. He just held an umbrella and broke through the sword intent flowing across the world with one strike.
Then mountains and rivers appeared in the world.
The young man's sword, as if he was going to die, passed over the sword cultivator in white and stopped on a high mountain.
Just like the spring breeze blowing open the white clothes in March of the year 103, revealing the Taoist robe underneath.
In March of the year 104, the spring breeze still comes.
The white-clothed sword cultivator's mountain river script appeared at his feet, and his sword intention circulated around him. He stood up calmly on another high mountain. The tattered scabbard tilted down, and the water from the clear stream fell down, turning it into a thin stream. sword.
The mountains and rivers in the world are infinitely far away.
Between the mountains, rivers and valleys, both Nandao and Zhang Xiaoyu have turned into extremely tiny points.
The clear sword was hovering around Zhang Xiaoyu.
And the young man chuckled.
"I was one of the first people in the world to witness that snowstorm, Junior Brother."
When the words fell, the white-clothed sword cultivator's expression became indifferent.
The Qingliu sword also shot out quickly.
"So why do you think I'm at such a dangerous distance from you?"
The mountains and rivers in the world are extremely remote.
However, when all the sword intention does not need to fall into the world, the sword's movement is also unrestrained and quite rapid.
Nan Dao just put away his sword and stood up, and he didn't even have time to hear the sarcastic words from the owner of this mountain and river.
The sword came.
The fastest sword in the world.
Simple and fast.
The Human Sword Sect is naturally the sword sect that came out of Mojian Cliff.
The young man had no time to answer anything, so he turned sideways in a hurry and protected the peach blossom sword at his side.
Then, with a rather clear sound of sword sound, the sword brushed against the Peach Blossom Sword and flew away.
The green-black sword in the young man's hand instantly burst into flames, and there was also a rather alarming gap.
The Peach Blossom Sword has not been damaged for a long time.
This sword, which was originally ignited by Qiu Xi'er's sword intention, has naturally become extraordinary through the young man's continuous tempering and cultivation.
However, even so, even though the sword was overflowing with countless sword intentions from this young swordsman who was walking on a leaning bridge in the snow, an extremely astonishing piece of the sword was broken off in the interlacing of lightning and flint at that moment.
The piece of sword body collapsed into the distance, with countless green sword fires disappearing like a meteor.
A certain young boy in the mountains and rivers of the human world naturally saw such a scene. Even his uncle's realm was far higher than his own, so he naturally couldn't get involved in such a story.
So he ran in the direction of the young man under the umbrella, calling his uncle loudly, and threw his sword out with all his strength.
Nan Dao looked at the gap in the blue-black sword, let go of the sword, and let it fall, smashing into the mountains and rivers below him. Then he raised his hand, caught Lu Xiaoer and sent him across the mountains and rivers. Xi Wujian came over.
The young man stood with his sword in hand, quietly looking at the clear sword that suddenly turned back in the mountains and rivers.
"My wind and snow are more than ten miles away."
The young man said softly, and then faced Zhang Xiaoyu's sword with a sword, but the gap between the two was naturally extremely obvious.
Even though the sword in his hand came from Sword Lake, it still retained the sword intention of a young man in green clothes. The young man holding an umbrella and holding a sword was also knocked away by the earthquake rather miserably, and the sword in his hand was also shot down.
The boy's hands were covered in blood.
But hands full of blood are naturally different from hands full of blood.
There was sword intent surging on the black umbrella, which helped the young man withstand many sword intent forces.
Nan Dao raised his hand again, and the vitality and sword intent in the divine sea surged out violently.
Under the pull of the sword's intention, the Yingyingzhou and Xiwu Swords once again emerged from the mountains and rivers as cold light shadows.
Fine snow surges on the sword.
The young man's eyes were already filled with wind and snow.
It is also an extremely fast sword.
In the final analysis, the two sword cultivators came from the same origin. The only difference is that Zhang Xiaoyu has practiced twelve years longer than the young man.
Therefore, the sword intention may be at a disadvantage, but the momentum is not.
Two rays of cold light intertwined between the sky and the earth, crossing the entire mountain and river very quickly, heading towards the white-clothed figure standing in the high mountains.
The young man also lowered his head and looked at the young nephew running in the valley, and shouted in a deep voice.
"Xiaoer, call the sword!"
Lu Xiaoer immediately understood something.
Stopped in the mountains and rivers.
In the solemn chanting of the young man.
Sword light kept breaking through the boundary between the human world and the mountains and rivers, falling towards the world, and then turned into swords and flowed towards the young man under the umbrella.
The young man stepped forward on the wind, but his body was filled with green fire.
It is a sign that the divine sea is ignited.
Of course there are many swords.
But if you want to wield so many swords, you will naturally need to pay a very heavy price.
Perhaps such a story has a simpler solution.
Just bottom line.
The root of the young man's pain is that he is still a good person.
He doesn't want to be Zhang Xiaoyu.
I just want to be the senior brother I once was.
A struggling person is always more worthy of being saved than a silent person.
Countless sword intentions and vitality flowed out from the young man's green fire. Following the swords summoned by the young boy to this world, they dragged the cold light and cut through the world.
In the fine snow of sword intent, some mysterious Taoist texts can be vaguely seen emerging.
The peach blossom comes from silently reciting Taoist secrets in the divine sea.
Zhang Xiaoyu stood on the mountains and rivers, facing those flowing swords, facing the junior brother who really tried his best, but he lowered his head and smiled softly.
The eyeband tied around the eyes has a faint hint of moisture.
Some people may not be serious and just say it nicely.
Some people may say little, but they mean it.
Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled softly, and then raised his head. The sword of Qingliu, which had returned to his body, instantly split into countless slender water droplets.
It's like the sky and the earth are horizontal, and there is a slow drizzle.
"I sometimes thought that maybe it would be a good thing for my junior brother to kill me."
The white-clothed swordsman looked at the many water droplets that had been stretched into thin sword-like shapes and spoke softly.
"It's just junior brother, we are sword cultivators, and it is far better to talk about the principles of the sword than the principles of the human world."
So walking on a leaning bridge in the snow at the age of sixteen is, after all, a leaning bridge in the snow.
At the age of twenty-six, the five layers of Daohai will always be the five layers of Daohai.
A curtain of sword rain went away.
Those brilliant sword lights that shuttled through the mountains and rivers were as if they were submerged in a big lake, and all the sword intent was gradually wiped away. Only the cold light of the long sword was left, falling slumped into the vast river valley.
But the young man under the umbrella was not surprised.
It just turned into a sword light and came brilliantly.
Zhang Xiaoyu stretched out a hand, and the sword rain turned into a clear sword again and fell into his hand. On the sword, there was a faint shadow of mountains and rivers, and it disappeared in an instant.
Mountains and rivers point at one finger.
It is also a sword of mountains and rivers.
Even though the young man has the protection of Hangu Guan Taoism from birth to death.
It was also in that moment that all the Tao Yun was cut into pieces by the sword.
On the way to a certain former senior brother, the young man's figure fell down like a big bird that was shot in the heart with a bow.
