Chen Qingshan has a question.
The fight in the world is so lively, why don’t people in the mountains come out to see it?
Naturally, there were people in those cloudy and green mountains who came out to watch, stepping on the sword light, shuttling between heaven and earth, like fireflies that were frightened away in countless summers.
It's a pity that those are not the people Chen Qingshan wants to see.
Chen Qingshan wanted to meet two people.
A man saw it and had to find a way to kill him. This man was called Ye Hanzhong.
Another person saw it, and Chen Qingshan didn't know what he should do, because that person was called Chen Yunxi.
Chen Qingshan sat on the edge of the cliff and thought with some evil taste, my surname is Chen, your surname is Chen, my name is Qingshan, your name is Yunxi, maybe you are still my ancestor?
No one knows whether Chen Yunxi has any descendants.
Congren Shenhe, the longest living person in the world today, is not from the same era as him.
As for whether the people in heaven knew about it, Chen Qingshan didn't know either.
Because he has never seen anyone in heaven.
The little girl from Shanyue City who was trying to feel the energy on the side was indeed very poor in talent, but Chen Qingshan liked her very much.
People who are too close to you should not be too talented, and people who are wishful thinking should not be too talented either. If they are too good, they will cause trouble.
Of course, not all people have great talents. If someone like me is willing to be a little saint for the world, it is reasonable for them to have better talents.
So Chen Qingshan studied the Liuyun Sword Sect for a long time, and then looked at the little girl practicing quietly on the cloud cliff.
There is a booklet on Zhang Lizi's lap, which contains the practice method of mountain and river view.
Chen Qingshan didn't know what was written inside.
Although he also practiced by reading the pamphlet, he really didn't know what was in it.
After all, if it is written, it must be able to be practiced. If it is written and cannot be practiced, what will the people who see it think? People from the Taoist sect say they are materialistic, but they end up spewing a lot of nonsense, all of which is nonsense?
So it's better to vaguely say it's a pamphlet, retain some sense of mystery, and everyone will be happy.
As for what a woman in white told a boy under an umbrella, although Chen Qingshan heard about it, he didn't take it seriously.
After all, it might just be a paragraph that someone memorized vaguely from a tattered little book that they read.
If a young man in Qingshang knew what this Shanhe Temple disciple was thinking about here, he would probably be very happy.
Oh, you are also a psychopath.
Probably during the winter snow, they always said that it was summer, and people who were so hot were dizzy and just wanted to eat watermelon. In the eyes of the boy under the umbrella, they were indeed a little crazy.
When Chen Qingshan came back to his senses, he felt that he must be too bored, so he thought of these silly things.
So the black-robed Taoist stood up, stretched, looked at Zhang Lizi and said, "Don't move around here. I'll go take a look in the mountains."
Not only Zhang Lizi opened her eyes, but also the woman in red from the East China Sea lowered her head and looked over.
Of course, Qingjiao has been looking at the sky in the distance where swords are flowing.
That is the story of the East China Sea.
No one knows what the woman in red is thinking.
Chen Qingshan did not ask or pay attention to her. He just looked at Zhang Lizi and said: "If something happens while I am away, you can be more sincere and ask the person next to you for help. Although I am not a good person. , but she is a good person and will not ignore death."
Qingjiao was silent for a while, looked at Chen Qingshan and said, "Is this moral kidnapping?"
Chen Qingshan raised his eyebrows and said, "Why, aren't you a good person?"
Qingjiao was silent.
The most shameless method in the world is to praise and kill someone.
If Qingjiao is shameless enough, he will probably say that he is sorry and that he is a terrible person.
It's a pity that Qingjiao is too proud and not shameless enough.
So Chen Qingshan walked towards the sword sect very coolly, walking through the clouds and mist on the cliff.
...
Ye Hanzhong was sitting at the foot of the Qingxi cliff with his sword across his knees, nursing his injuries there.
Many disciples in the Sword Sect went outside and looked at the situation in the sky with fear, but Ye Hanzhong did not.
Because there is a man named Chen Qingshan outside Jianzong.
If I hadn't been intercepted and beaten by the Prime Minister, I probably wouldn't have been so vain as the Taoist. After all, we are all wounded people. The eldest brother should not laugh at the second brother.
There's just no if.
That great demon in the world, the scholar in white, the thousand-year-old Taoist, has always been an underestimated existence.
So Ye Hanzhong was beaten until he had no temper at all.
After all, he didn't even have the qualifications to fight back.
However, Ye Hanzhong did not sit upright for a long time before he grasped the sword again and looked up at the cliff of Yeyu Cliff.
By the stream flowing down there, a Taoist man stopped there quietly.
Ye Hanzhong slowly stroked the sword in his hand to calm down the fear in his heart, and then said very calmly: "Liuyun Sword Sect is not a human sword sect."
Chen Qingshan raised his eyebrows and said, "So?"
Ye Hanzhong said slowly: "So there are many senior uncles in the Sword Sect."
Chen Qingshan smiled and sat down on the edge of the cliff.
"You mean those white-haired sword cultivators in the sword pavilions in the mountains, clouds, and fog?"
Ye Hanzhong was silent for a while and said, "Have you already seen them?"
Chen Qingshan said: "Of course not, but when I came here, I saw them piled up on the distant mountain and looking at the sky with a frown. They probably wouldn't notice this place for a while. Of course, just in case, I still held the sky in my arms. You are so brave that you went to the highest sword pavilion of your Liuyun Sword Sect to have a look."
The Shanheguan Taoist sighed as he spoke.
"You said that senior Chen Yunxi has not left the mountains for so many years, why did he leave this time?"
Ye Hanzhong looked at Chen Qingshan quietly and said, "What do you want to say?"
Chen Qingshan looked up at the sky and said softly: "I just have some guesses that I dare not say out loud."
There was silence in Yeyu Cliff.
"Of course, there are some things that I couldn't guess. It doesn't matter. I, Chen Qingshan, am good at bullying cats and dogs, but after all, I am just a young disciple of Shanheguan."
This Shanheguan Taoist is very humble. Facing such a sword sect, Chen Qingshan is certainly very humble.
He was afraid that if he spoke too loudly, the white-haired sword cultivators outside would come running back.
So when Chen Qingshan was very humble, Ye Hanzhong also became humble.
"I will call for help, very loudly."
Chen Qingshan smiled slightly.
"Look what's underneath you?"
Ye Hanzhong lowered his head and then fell silent.
Of course there are mountains and rivers beneath me.
And he is falling towards the mountains and rivers.
Ye Hanzhong raised his head and looked at Chen Qingshan with a cold expression.
"Do you really want to make things happen?"
Chen Qingshan said matter-of-factly: "You have threatened me with my favorite disciple, why can't I do the best?"
"You were the one who made the first move."
"It's not me." Chen Qingshan stopped his smile and stood up in the night breeze. "It was your Liuyun Sword Sect who made the first move."
The Shanhe Taoist said, turning his head to look at the sky in the distance.
"I was a little confused at first."
The Taoist turned his head and looked at Ye Hanzhong.
"But now I understand. It turns out that there is indeed always the shadow of Liuyun Sword Sect behind those stories in the world."
"So it is reasonable for a little saint like me to be ambushed."
"I'll come to Liuyun Sword Sect and beat you to death."
"It's also reasonable."
The sound of swords sounded in Yeyu Cliff.
Ye Hanzhong drew his sword, and with the sword wrapped in the vitality of the sword, he slashed straight to the ground beneath him, trying to break through the green mountains and rivers of Chen Qingshan.
Although the mountains and rivers were shaken, they were very tenacious. Youdao Wen rippled under Ye Hanzhong like water waves, dissipating the power.
Chen Qingshan raised his hand and said softly: "Actually, sometimes I think of some weird things. For example, if what we know is not mountains and rivers, but mountains and seas, then can the mountain and river view be called the mountain and sea view? After all, Hangu view is the capital of Hangu. If we call it Hangu Temple because we go out of Han Valley, then it should be reasonable for us to call it Shanhai Temple when we go out to the mountains and seas."
"So I tried to turn the river into the sea."
This is probably the reason why Chen Qingshan's river among mountains and rivers is much wider than Zhang Xiaoyu's river among mountains and rivers.
Because it is wider, it can hold more water.
Therefore, the power that can be endured is naturally greater.
"Of course, I didn't really turn it into a sea, because I'm not a really high-level human being."
Chen Qingshan was chattering there.
But after all, it is nothing more than the same truth.
I advised Ye Hanzhong not to waste his efforts.
Ye Hanzhong ignored it and turned into sword light, flying towards those places where the night sky was still there.
But the next moment, the sword cultivator was punched down from the sky.
Just like when Zhang Xiaoyu punched him in the face, his face was bruised and swollen.
Chen Qingshan retracted his fist and looked up at the sword lights that were wandering in the sky like stars in the clear night.
The stars are shining tonight, and my heart is full of killing you.
Just looking at the sword cultivator who seemed to be a little disturbed by Tao Yun in the distance, the Shanheguan Taoist still frowned when he was approaching the sword cultivator.
The sound of Ye Yuya is not loud enough, nor is it annoying enough.
So Chen Qingshan didn't think about it any more. He lowered his head, all the Taoist texts were flowing around him, and then all of them fell on his arms, and he punched the sword cultivator who was standing up with his sword again.
There is something to say.
If there is no way to go, use your fist to open it.
So that punch embedded the sword cultivator into the cliff.
Ye Hanzhong was stuck on the cliff in embarrassment, coughing up blood and looking at Chen Qingshan, who had turned into a finger instead of a third punch, his eyes widened suddenly.
"Kill me, Liuyun Sword Sect will not let Shanhe Temple go."
Chen Qingshan said calmly: "Isn't that a good thing? Without a fight, how will the world know the secret stories hidden in this Liuyun Mountain Range?"
Ye Hanzhong fell silent, and Shanhe suddenly dropped his finger.
At the same time, there was a sword light shining brightly in the night of the human world.
...
"I find it very boring."
Cong Xin, who no longer looked like the little girl she once was, stood quietly among the beaten and broken people.
"The same thing happened to Cong Zhongxiao back then. He felt that he was carrying a human being on his shoulders, and he was carrying the title of the best swordsman in the world. It seemed like nothing was important, so he ran to the East China Sea, and died like a fool. There."
The girl with picturesque features looked down at the dust particles in her palm.
"I don't know why you choose this, or do you think it's cool?"
Cong Xin raised his head and looked at the extremely embarrassed swordsman in white on the green mountain.
"Yes, a sword cultivator who sat on the bridge and slept in all day long, finally waited until one day when the world changed drastically, so he raised his sword and went out laughing. How can I be the son of a turtle and a bastard? So. I died generously, thinking that when I die, the world will be filled with gratitude."
Cong Ren smiled embarrassedly and relaxedly, coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, and said: "Yes, you are right, I, Cong Ren, am such a person. A man will be a boy until he dies. Who wouldn't want to be a hero? Senior brother has given me such an opportunity, so I will naturally seize it."
The sword cultivator in white clenched the sword in his hand again and turned to look at his senior brother under the darkness of night.
"It doesn't matter if you're a bastard, Cong Xin, even if you come to Donghai, you can't stop us."
Cong Xin looked at Cong Ren quietly, then raised his hand and pulled out the sword from behind little by little.
The hilt of the sword is green, like some peach branches, and the sword body is like running water, like a clear stream.
Everything looks like the Peach Blossom Creek Bridge in the Human Sword Sect.
What about peach blossoms?
Taohua is holding the sword.
Of course, Cong Xin is not a swordsman, but that doesn't mean that such a girl holding a sword has no deterrent effect.
In fact, when Cong Xin pulled out the sword, the sword intent from the two brothers in the entire Donghai world was suppressed to a certain extent.
Just like the sword intention on Mojian Cliff can be used as a sword.
Those sword intentions by the bridge somewhere can also be swords.
If Cong Ren was still in his prime, he would naturally not have to worry about these things.
But now, even Kamigawa had to look solemnly at the girl who drew the sword.
Cong Xin looked at the black-robed emperor and said calmly: "Let's go, Shenhe."
Kamigawa, who looked equally sluggish, looked silently at the peach-clad girl standing among the broken green mountains, and then at the dust particles in her hands. He was silent for a long time, then turned around and disappeared into the green mountains.
"Feel sorry."
The apology of this human emperor slowly fell to the human world.
Cong Ren was silent for a while, silently looking at the girl under the green mountain.
"Is this interesting, Cong Xin?"
Cong Xin said softly: "I find it very interesting, Cong Ren."
Cong Ren quietly looked at the girl who had been bullying her all the time, and said slowly: "I find it very boring. Do you know what Kamigawa took away?"
Cong Xin said calmly: "I know, but so what? Sometimes you ask yourself, do you really want to be a hero more, or are you more jealous?"
"Both."
Cong Ren's answer was extremely concise. As the words fell, the sword intention circulated around the white-clothed sword cultivator again, and the vitality of heaven and earth converged.
Cong Xin held the sword in her hand, watching this scene quietly, and said softly: "So you want to take action against me too?"
Cong Ren said calmly: "Since you want to stop me, then..."
"why not?"
So the sword, which was wrapped with the mighty sword spirit and vitality, shot like a brilliant meteor between heaven and earth towards the girl standing under the green mountain.
Cong Xin quietly raised his head and looked at the sword that came suddenly.
Just like the little girl who looked up at the meteors streaking across the sky when she first turned into a human many years ago.
"Cong Ren, you are really crazy."
The peach-clad girl said sadly.
The sword suddenly pierced Cong Xin's heart.
But it didn't really penetrate, but stopped at the heart of the girl holding the Peach Branch Sword, as if exhausted.
Cong Xin lowered his head and stared blankly at the square-inch sword that stopped just a square inch away.
Then he suddenly realized something, raised his head, and looked at the green mountain with wide eyes.
The white-robed swordsman smiled slightly.
"Some things are destined not to be kept. Cong Xin."
Cong Xin's eyes slowly moved down.
There was a large area of bright red on the heart of this white-clothed sword cultivator, and a cold light was peeking out from there, while the bright red blood was slowly dripping along the blade of the sword that had come over the years.
"You have been in this world for thousands of years, so you should understand this kind of thing."
Cong Ren chuckled softly, lowering his head and quietly looking at the sword that passed through his heart.
On top of the green mountain, there was another swordsman in white walking up silently, stepping on the sinking sword intent.
"Zhang...Xiaoyu."
Cong Xin felt as if for a moment, the world was filled with wind and snow.
Then the fine snow really began to fall slowly in the world.
The sword cultivator in white walked through the snow, stopped behind Cong Ren, and raised his hand to hold the sword called Shanhe.
Then he pulled it out.
"Master..."
The sword cultivator in white lowered his head and sobbed softly.
"You taught me so well."
Cong Ren slowly turned around and looked at the most proud disciple behind him with a slight smile.
He is also the only disciple who has learned his Karma Sword.
"This sword is in exactly the same position as Yaofeng's sword."
Cong Ren sighed very much.
"So you must have struck that sword back then."
Zhang Xiaoyu just lowered his head, then leaned on his sword and knelt down, wailing.
"So in fact, you have always been a swordsman, not just a swordsman like the world knows, Zhang Xiaoyu."
Cong Ren smiled proudly.
"I taught you really well."
In December of the thirteenth year of the Dafeng calendar, a swordsman in white clothes left Huaian and went to Yaofeng. The world only knew that he went to see the girl he liked very much.
only.
The ancestral courtyard of Xuanxuyuan is in the wind of rumors.
After crying like a spotted dog in the snow and leaving the town that looked like fallen leaves, Zhang Xiaoyu went there.
Then Li Qinghua had a dream.
Cong Ren raised his hand and gently stroked the proud disciple's head, then looked up at the sky, where all the stars had fallen.
"But this is fate. This is where I stand."
Cong Ren withdrew his hand and stood in the night with empty hands, and then countless sword intentions surged out of his heart.
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't dare to look at anything, as if the white snow would reflect his filthiness, he just knelt down on the ground and howled.
so.
So South Island.
Why is your sword missing by three feet?
...
Kamigawa stood quietly under the high cliff, looking at the junior brother who died in the distant green mountains, and slowly closed his eyes.
There is wind and snow falling on the shoulders, so the black robe also looks like white clothes.
Not far away, a miserable-looking young man came holding a sword.
The boy didn't hold an umbrella, so the wind and snow came.
"Your Majesty, do you want to go up the cliff?"
The young man asked softly.
There was a pale young boy beside him.
Kamigawa opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on the young man, and then on the umbrella not far away.
"What if I want to go up a cliff?"
Nan Dao stood in the increasingly cold wind and snow and said softly: "Then I have no choice but to abandon the umbrella."
Kamigawa said calmly: "Do you know anything?"
Of course the young man didn't know anything, but he might have guessed something.
So the young man just shook his head and said sincerely: "There are still three breaths left."
There are still three breaths left, and the East China Sea is truly finished.
