Spring is bright in the world.
Even if it is broken and broken, I don’t know how many people have been buried in the East China Sea.
The warm and warm sunshine falls on those green mountains, but it also gives them a faint color of peace.
Fallen leaves fell from the branches, carrying dew like mist and frost, and then fell into some brilliant spots of light.
Then a pair of small shoes stepped on it, making some rustling sounds.
Above the small shoes is a small and light skirt, and then there is the face of a very quiet little girl.
The little girl climbed all the way over the green mountains and plains, and finally stood on a green mountain closest to the sea when the morning sun fell on the world.
When the spring breeze blows in the face, some restless breaths are covered up, causing the little girl's short hair to fly like a fluffy dandelion.
There was finally a smile on Cong Xin's face, as if all the stories behind her and the previous ones had been forgotten.
It took a thousand years for this little girl to finally come to Donghai from Nanyi City and sat down with her legs together under a tree full of white flowers on the mountain.
When Cong Xin sat down under the tree, those white flowers began to take on a lot of colors, like a plain-faced woman thinking about meeting her sweetheart in the morning, so she started combing her hair and wiping her hair red. .
Then the peach blossoms bloomed.
In those spring breezes, they fell to the world in great numbers.
Then Xiaocong's heart grew.
From a little human girl, she turned into a woman with two dark braids and picturesque eyebrows.
The spring breeze blows towards the human world, but those peach blossoms are constantly flying towards the vast East China Sea.
It was as if he wanted to fly over those long, vast seas of 490,000 miles, and land at the place where the sword cultivator in white died.
Cong Xin looked at the sea and the peach blossoms flying into the distance with a smile.
But in his eyes, under those smiles, there were tears.
The spring breeze blew for a long time, and the peach-blossom-like woman took off her shoes, stood up, and stepped on the mountains covered with peach blossoms with her white feet, and then walked quietly in the mountains with her shoes in hand. The East China Sea human world has been walking towards that coast.
Peach blossoms kept falling behind me.
Like some tears.
"It's been a thousand years, but the peach blossoms have faded after they bloomed."
The peach blossoms have bloomed even after they withered.
Are you laughing in the bush?
...
Early in the morning.
The people in the town looked at the dispersing clouds and the sword light falling with the stars, and finally let go of their uneasy hearts.
It's just that people didn't have time to look at the sighs of those people who had been devastated by a battle between two sword cultivators, so they looked at the high cliff in surprise.
Under the high cliff, there was a young boy with a sword on his back. He maintained a posture for a long time, quietly looking up at the long sword steps.
And among the cliffs where the clouds and mist surged, there were countless sword intentions surging.
People looked at it in surprise for a long time, then gathered around and stood far behind the young boy.
That's just a little sword cultivator who knows the water realm.
However, after such a story that made everyone panic, a sword cultivator suddenly appeared under the cliff, which naturally made everyone think of some very mysterious stories.
Maybe knowing water is not knowing water?
So someone looked at the little boy looking up at the cliff and asked loudly: "Do you want to go up the cliff?"
It took a long time for the young boy to turn around and look at the small town sword cultivators who had already crowded behind the clear stream behind him. Then he shook his head calmly.
"I won't go up, but my uncle is going up the cliff."
"Uncle Master?"
The eyes of the people in the town fell on the places where the sword intent surged among the clouds and mist.
Those turbulent places are indeed slowly moving up.
"That's under a thousand feet. Your uncle has already been so slow when he got here. He probably won't be able to go up."
The sword cultivators in those small towns were talking to the people in the world.
"Of course he can go up." The young boy looked at the people seriously, then turned back and continued to look up at the high cliff. "Because the master uncle does not have to be a very old, weather-beaten middle-aged man."
People looked at the little boy in surprise.
"How old is your uncle, as old as that bastard Zhang Xiaoyu?"
The young boy said softly: "Sixteen years old."
There was an uproar among the crowd.
Naturally people won't believe it.
"Then where are you sword cultivators? Liuyun Sword Sect, Human Sword Sect?"
Someone looked at the back of the young boy with his head raised and asked.
"Nothing."
When Lu Xiaoer heard this question, he lowered his head, turned around, took out the Xiwu Sword from behind, and held the sword in a salute.
"Lingnan Tianya Sword Sect, Lu Xiaoer."
People looked at the boy strangely.
So they are from Lingnan?
Of course, there is no law that prohibits people from Lingnan from climbing cliffs.
In fact, people from Lingnan come here every year, especially in the past few years, when there were 80,000 sword cultivators in Lingnan.
At that time, the world was peaceful, and the sword was flowing like a stream under the sword-sharpening cliff.
But it usually stops at a thousand feet and then rolls down in embarrassment.
So after people heard the word Lingnan, they changed their expressions of wonder.
"People from Lingnan, it's already great to be able to get here."
This was a sincere compliment, but it probably sounded a bit like sarcasm anyway.
But the looks in the eyes of those who said such words were naturally extremely serious and sincere.
Lu Xiaoer was silent for a while.
Lingnan is naturally like this.
They have nothing but a few qualities worthy of praise.
But the young boy still said it seriously.
"Lingnan will get better, and my uncle will reach great heights."
Naturally, these sword cultivators from the East China Sea didn’t quite believe such a statement.
Just think of it as a boy's dream.
After figuring out the boy's origin, people crossed the clear stream and came to the foot of the cliff together, looking up at the sword steps unknown in the depths of the clouds.
Mojian Cliff exists in the human world, but there are very few people in the human world who can see the true appearance of such a high cliff.
Therefore, no matter when you look at it, there will always be curiosity and longing in the eyes of the people under the cliff.
"What state has your uncle reached?"
A sword cultivator patted the young boy on the shoulder and asked.
Lu Xiaoer chuckled softly, feeling very proud and proud.
The young man is most proud of talking about his uncle.
"Snow-treading inclined bridge."
The world under the cliff, which was originally a bit lively, fell silent again.
Everyone's eyes turned to this young boy.
"A swordsman from Lingnan? Sixteen years old, walking on a leaning bridge in the snow?"
Someone chuckled.
"Young man, don't make fun of me."
"The young man named Hu Lu from the Human Sword Sect doesn't have this kind of realm."
As someone said this, he suddenly remembered something, and his eyes gradually became filled with some very surprising colors. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Lu Xiaoer.
"I heard that in January this year, a young Lingnan swordsman almost sent Hu Lu Yijian away in Nanyi City."
The man looked at the young boy blankly, then looked up at the high cliff.
Lu Xiaoer said sincerely: "That's my uncle."
The sword cultivators who stayed in Donghai Town fell silent.
For a moment, I didn’t know whether to praise the young man’s talent or his courage.
Those who thought there was little hope after hearing about Lingnan at the beginning now feel that the young man climbing the cliff is not so ridiculous.
At least, a thousand feet.
Maybe it's not such a whimsical thing.
People fell silent, raising their heads like the young boy, looking at the sword intent surging in the clouds for a long time.
"That's over eight hundred feet."
Someone said in amazement.
What were you doing when you were sixteen?
Practicing a sword? Looking at the mountains?
Or are you looking at the sword furnaces in the town and imagining that one day, the world will remember the name on your sword?
The eyes of all the sword cultivators were silently following the surging sword intent as they slowly moved upward.
However, those sword intentions suddenly stopped when they were nine hundred feet away.
People's hearts tightened.
Could it be that walking on a slanted bridge in the snow is not enough to walk a thousand feet?
Lu Xiaoer was silent for a while, and then looked at everyone and explained seriously.
"Uncle Master is very tired after walking all the way, so he may need to take a rest."
People looked at Lu Xiaoer.
"Very tired, why?"
Lu Xiaoer said softly: "Because he came from the battlefield of the White Deer Demon Clan, and..."
Lu Xiaoer didn't finish his words.
Because what he wanted to say was picked up by another person.
"He had a fight with me."
Lu Xiaoer suddenly turned his head when he heard that very familiar voice.
A sword cultivator in white, covered in blood, blindfolded and with his ears covered, and carrying a bloody sword, stood quietly at the upper reaches of the clear stream at the foot of the cliff, quietly looking up at the high cliff.
"Zhang Xiaoyu..."
Lu Xiaoer murmured in a daze.
At first, the world did not recognize such an extremely messy swordsman, until Lu Xiaoer's words fell into the wind.
Only then did people look in surprise at the sword cultivator who had stirred up the storms of the entire Great Wind Calendar for one thousand and four years.
Zhang Xiaoyu is naturally invisible in the current human world and cannot appear openly in the human world.
It’s just that this is Mojian Cliff.
The woman on the cliff can naturally send him to the River Styx with one sword.
However, everyone knows that Mojianya has not cared about worldly affairs for thousands of years.
So even if the sword cultivator appeared here with a miserable look of blood and a miserable look, not a single sword came from the cliff.
So only in the small town did an angry swordsman come out with his sword in hand.
"open......"
The enlightened sword cultivator didn't even say a complete name before a sword intent passed through his throat and he fell down while holding his throat.
"As you know, I am not a good person now. If I am not a good person, I will easily kill innocent people indiscriminately."
The sword cultivator stood there quietly, turned his head, and his blood-dried eyes looked like a black-red flower, looking at everyone emotionlessly.
"So you'd better be quiet."
All the sword cultivators in the town fell silent.
The Xiao Dao Realm sword cultivator who was joking and joking in Nanyi City at the beginning is now a Five Layer Sword Cultivator. No matter how embarrassed he is standing there, he is like Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, blocking the spring breeze of the world.
Lu Xiaoer also fell silent.
Everyone said nothing and turned back silently, looking up at the high cliff.
The appearance of the sword cultivator in white and his first words undoubtedly shocked these sword cultivators greatly.
So that young man was so tired after he really had a fight with this Wu-die sword cultivator in the East China Sea?
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't care what the people were thinking, he just stood there quietly. Even though he could hear the wind, he couldn't see what that young man was doing on the sword steps.
The sounds of the world outline everything.
However, Gao Ya's human world is inaccessible.
So those clouds and mist are the same to both those who can see and those who cannot see.
The sword cultivator in white just stood quietly, thinking quietly.
Since you must move forward.
Junior brother.
Then you have to be able to withstand the admiration of the world.
Or be lifted to a high place and thrown to death.
Either.
Just escape fate.
So what does this sword cultivator in white want to bring when he appears under this high cliff?
He is one of the Three Swordsmen in the World.
After today, the world will know that the boy had a fight with Zhang Xiaoyu and broke Zhang Xiaoyu's eye socket.
...
Naturally, the world didn't know why the young man stopped there.
Zhang Xiaoyu doesn’t know either.
Only the woman on the cliff and the young man would know this kind of thing.
The young man stopped on the 900-foot sword step. Sword intent was flowing around him, but his hand was empty.
The umbrella has been put down.
Right at your feet.
Nan Dao looked at the umbrella with a complicated expression, and also looked up at the sky on earth.
No wind or snow.
There is no storm or snowfall in the world.
At a certain moment, this young man, who was holding an umbrella and facing the coming sword intent all the way, suddenly had a very strange idea in his mind.
He knew that such an idea was dangerous and crazy.
But after a long silence, he bent down, placed the umbrella on the ground, and then looked up at the sky beyond the cloud cliffs.
It was a beautiful day and nothing happened.
Just like such a young man, he never needs to hold such an umbrella.
It's just that there is no snow in the world, but the young man's shoulders seem to be full of wind and snow, which is so heavy that the young man can't straighten his waist. He can only hold his knees with his hands and breathe uncontrollably - this is a very common body movement in the human world. But Nan Dao can't remember the last time he did this.
When he was five years old, he started holding an umbrella, like a black mushroom, squatting quietly under the eaves.
Nan Dao gasped for a long time before he finally regained his breath and straightened his back again. He stood there with empty hands and raised his head as if he was looking at the cliff or the sky.
The clouds and mist were rolling and lingering, but finally there was no such blackness in front of my eyes, hiding at the edge of my eyes, covering many things.
So what does this mean?
What does it mean?
Is it because the young man wants to stay on such a cliff for the rest of his life without holding an umbrella?
Nan Dao kept asking.
He didn't know who to ask.
There was obviously no umbrella left, but the boy's breathing became increasingly difficult.
Nan Dao spent a long time before he finally calmed down. Without saying anything, he bent down and picked up the umbrella again, silently passing through the sword intent that was enough to leave deep and shallow sword marks on his body. Heading towards the cliff.
You are not here to climb the cliff, Nandao.
You just came to see Mr.
...
Qiu Xi'er stood silently on the sword steps.
The moment the boy put down his umbrella, the woman in the white dress was also stunned.
Looking at the sword intentions all over the cliff and the faint sword intentions on the young man's umbrella, the woman in the white dress seemed to understand a lot of things.
Some people may be born on the cliff.
That young man who once looked at everything in confusion several times in the heaven and earth of a young man in green clothes might be the real successor of Mojianya.
Yes, the inheritance on the cliff ended after Hongyi.
And someone was taken to the third disciple in Qingyi by a sword cultivator in white.
So why is my sword called Hometown?
That's Qiu Shui.
...
The spring scenery is brilliant, the spring scenery is beautiful, the spring scenery is charming, and the spring scenery is intoxicating.
The Prime Minister, who had been drinking in the small building all night, stood up from the edge of the building and picked up the empty wine bottles beside him.
When I stand in front of you full of pain, you can't say that I have nothing, nor can you say that I am empty-handed.
The prime minister didn't know why he suddenly remembered such a sentence.
Probably the word "empty-handed" appears too many times.
So Qingxiang stood by the building, looking at the red plum blossoms scattered all over the ground like blood, embracing the spring scenery all over the building.
The scholar in white sighed with satisfaction, and then kicked awake Yun Hu Zhizhi, who was sleeping deeply after drinking some strong wine.
The young scholar woke up in a daze, rubbing his eyes and shaking his head, and looked up at his husband.
The prime minister leaned on the railing and smiled.
"Spring is so nice, but it's a pity that I don't have any money and my friend is dead. Let's make an interesting rebel."
...
When Hu Lu woke up, he stayed there for a long time.
The sword sect was as silent as if it had been buried in snow, with no sound at all.
But where is the snow in the world?
The spring scenery in the world is bright and the spring breeze in the world is gentle.
But the world is not gentle.
The melon-headed boy sat up on the creek bridge and stared blankly at the sky for a long time.
The early morning sun was falling slantly through the peach tree in full bloom, and many peach blossoms fell on the young man's shoulders.
How many flowers have fallen in dreams?
How many flowers do you know about falling flowers in the world?
All the bustling and bustling seems to be still in my ears, but everything I see in front of me is deserted.
A good spring day is not as good as a dream.
The grass smells sweet in the dream.
Hu Lu suddenly lowered his head and cried with great sadness.
Those sad cries disturbed Jiang Hehai who stayed in the Sword Sect. This senior fellow from the Seventh Realm hurried over and stood alone on the path of Yichi. He looked at the young man who was sobbing and raised his hands to wipe away his tears. .
"Junior brother, you finally woke up."
Then the boy cried louder.
Who wants to hear such a sentence?
Why did you finally wake up instead of having a nightmare?
The sad cry echoed throughout the garden.
So it became the only noisy, lively and prosperous voice in this thousand-year sword sect.
...
Watching, clapping and laughing, it doesn't matter if you are sparse, and it doesn't matter if you are crazy.
Volume 2, The Man in the Sword.
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