The blue-black peach blossom sword has red fire dust that has been ground out, and there is also a lot of white fine snow that is slowly falling on the sword.
Nan Dao sat there, looking up quietly at the clouds and mist billowing along the edges of the umbrellas.
It was like a silent black extinct volcano, about to fall into a snowstorm - whether it was an umbrella or a sword.
Nan Dao looked at it for a long time, lowered his head, pushed away the grindstone in front of him, put the peach blossom sword whose scorching color gradually dimmed into its sheath, then stood up, held the umbrella and stepped onto the 1000th One foot of sword steps.
The moment the young man stepped into the ten-foot-long sword, the clouds began to surge. The young man held the umbrella and the sword a little tighter.
Peach Blossom's figure appeared next to the boy.
"It seems you have decided."
Nan Dao stood there and looked at these long steps, which were as long as the road to the sky, and nodded.
"Yes."
Tao Hua didn't say anything else. The peach blossoms on her face were swaying in the thousands of feet of sword intent.
The young man under the umbrella did not move forward, but turned back, looked at Taohua and asked a question.
"Have I reached the state of me?"
Taohua said calmly: "It's still a little bit worse."
Nan Dao looked at Peach Blossom thoughtfully.
Such a sword appeared in the hand of this man in white, whose clothes were flying like wind and snow all day long.
A small sword like a peach blossom.
"Do you want to try it?"
Nan Dao looked at it quietly for a while and said, "Let's talk about it some time later."
The small peach blossom sword dispersed in the cliff wind.
The peach blossoms also dispersed together.
Only the young man was left on the cliff, standing quietly amidst the gradually surging sword intent from Xie Qiao, the first generation master of the Human Sword Sect and the fourth disciple in Tsing Yi.
The young man didn't know how far he could go forward, and the sword intent all over his body began to stir. It was chopped into pieces by the sword intent on the cliff, and then slowly gathered together. A black umbrella slowly moved deeper into the cloud and mist sword intent.
...
"I should be considered a sword cultivator."
Le Chaotian stood on the beach and looked quietly towards the East China Sea.
Cao Weiying drank wine, raised her eyebrows and said, "So?"
Le Chaotian said softly.
"So I also want to go up the cliff and see how far I can go if I only use my sword intention."
Cao Weiying just smiled.
"One hundred feet."
Le Chaotian turned to look at the young man in Qingshang and said slowly: "Senior, are you serious?"
Cao Cao nodded for Firefly.
"Of course I am serious. Although the sword in my heart is very good, it is not all the way of sword intention. What can make it travel eighty thousand miles is not your sword intention. If you really want to talk about it, your sword intention They may not all be as strong as Lu Xiaoer."
Le Chaotian sighed and said: "After all, he is the disciple of the senior."
Le Chaotian naturally knew about Lu Xiaoer learning swordsmanship at Jianhu.
Cao Weiying drank wine and looked at the sea, and said: "He is your disciple in the human world. I may have had a disciple, but that was a long time ago."
Le Chaotian thought for a while and said, "Senior in red?"
Cao Weiying nodded and said, "Yes."
Le Chaotian said softly: "But I would like to accept another disciple."
Cao Weiying turned around and glanced at Lu Xiaosan, who was sleeping on a gourd on the shore not far away.
Recently, there was a story about a swordsman by the seaside, which was widely spread around the area.
The little boy was very proud to fly around on the gourd. He was probably tired of showing off today, so he just lay there and fell asleep.
"Stop harming other young people."
Cao Weiying withdrew her gaze from Lu Xiaosan.
Le Chaotian said with a smile: "It seems that senior also likes such a young man."
Cao Weiying drank the wine with a smile.
"Who wouldn't like a young boy like this? At least he's much more lovable than your senior brother."
Le Chaotian sighed when he heard this.
This was the first time the two of them talked about the boy under the umbrella.
"Senior doesn't like that boy too?"
Cao Weiying looked towards Le Chaotian.
"Do you like it?"
Le Chaotian said sincerely: "Of course I don't like it either, but I can't say I hate it. Sometimes there is probably some pity, just like pity for myself. I don't know what I will see if I go forward. He doesn't either Know what he will see if he goes forward."
Cao Weiying said with a smile: "No one knows what they will see if they go forward. Maybe it is stones growing on the grass, or maybe cow dung blooming on the flowers."
Le Chaotian said slowly against the sea breeze: "I would rather see some cow dung."
"I thought you would be firm."
"When talking to others, I naturally have to be firm, otherwise it would not be enough for the Tao. However, unlike seniors, I can be softer, hesitant, and hesitant with seniors, which will probably make me more likable."
"This looks a lot like your disciple."
"How can a master be like a disciple?"
"Since your name is Senior Brother Nandao, aren't you your disciple's Junior Brother?"
Le Chaotian sighed and said: "Although I did have some bad taste when I first went to Lingnan, in the end, it is impossible for me to really call that blind sword cultivator brother."
Cao Weiying chuckled.
The two of them blew a gust of sea breeze, and Le Chaotian looked down at the sword wound on his heart.
"Actually, I've been having a problem these days."
Cao Weiying drank wine and said, "What's the problem?"
"Senior Cong Ren can see cause and effect, how come he can't see where there is such a sword from time?"
Le Chaotian frowned slightly and looked at the distant sky and the sea.
Cao Weiying chuckled: "How do I know? I'm not that boy Cong Ren."
Le Chaotian said nothing more.
Some residual sword intent from that sword was spreading around him, and there was a sound of ocean waves, faintly ringing around this Taoist body.
"Actually, besides watching the sea, I come here for one more thing."
"You want to meet Chen Yunxi." Cao Weiying said calmly.
Le Chaotian said softly: "Yes, I wanted to see him at first, but unfortunately he didn't want to see me, so I originally wanted senior to help me."
Cao Weiying said calmly: "It's impossible for me to help you with such a thing. What's more, I don't want to see him myself."
Le Chaotian smiled and said: "Senior, even if he wants to help now, I don't dare to go see him. Cong Ren's sword also woke me up. The world has never been about three swords and three views, it is just three swords. We No matter how high-spirited these Taoists are, they are only juniors after all. I am not a senior, and my talent is not outstanding, so it cannot span the length of time."
The Taoist laughed as he spoke.
"Speaking of which, I'm very curious. Now that my senior brother is walking in the snow, when will he become my real senior brother?"
Cao Weiying said softly: "How can the world know about such a person?"
"Senior, are you ashamed of yourself?"
"I'm not as good as Bai Yi, so how can I compare with him?"
"Li Queyi, in white." Le Chaotian sighed a little. "It's a pity that one of them was trapped in the River Styx, and the other died young. Otherwise, the world would probably be at a different level."
Hello everyone is really good.
The height in the world is the real height.
The two talked for a while, and then the little demon pine cone silently walked behind them and sat down on the edge of the island.
"Today should be All Souls' Day, senior, uncle."
Cao Weiying didn't look back. This was a human matter and naturally had nothing to do with him.
Le Chaotian looked back at Pinecone and said slowly.
"Yes. But there is no All Souls' Day this year. The mirror of the world is temporarily divided, and everyone in the world is swimming in their own rivers."
Song Guo followed Lu Xiaosan on a gourd to see the territory of Nanyi City.
It was a mess there.
Under the will of a certain scholar, the rioting human army broke open the gate of Huai'an South.
And Wu Jia, who came from Huangliang, also got involved.
It is said that the leader of the army is a young man with a strange name, General Zhenbei Gaoxing.
If it weren't for Lingnan lying in between, as a real natural danger, those rebels would have approached the Liuyun Mountains.
"So when will the world be reconciled?"
Song Guo looked at Le Chaotian and asked.
Le Chaotian looked at the rolling green hills in the south and said calmly: "Probably wait until the spring breeze blows the red grass leaves."
...
Lu Xiaoxiao probably never thought that he would pick up the sword again.
Even when the demon tribe rioted, they did not leave the Sword Sect.
Only this time, the war was really ignited at the foot of Lingnan Mountain.
Just after Cong Ren died in the East China Sea.
The troops stationed outside Nanyi City mutinied.
What's even more fatal is that at that time, the fog miasma above the southern swamp disappeared.
Huang Liang's urgently recruited soldiers passed through the Kingdom of God, just as Han Chan said, bathed in the divine light, put on the armor of the Styx, and walked through the land that reappeared in Daze last March. Wushan among them is heading towards Nanyi City.
This war is naturally different from the last one.
The last time we came with the help of the Yuexing Formation, once it failed, there was no way to retreat.
But this time, the battle line was truly laid out all the way from Wushan to Nanyi City. It was possible to advance and attack, and to retreat and defend.
The southern soldiers who had mutinied, even if they were more numerous than the Huangliang wizards, were washed away and had to retreat to Nanyi City, and then withdrew all the way north.
But Nanyi City did not fall into the hands of those Wujia.
This ancient city is still in the hands of Xuansheyuan.
It's just that Xuanxuyuan, after the mutiny, controlled one-third of the southern soldiers and armors, and obviously no longer belongs to Huaidu today.
This time, Prime Minister Qing may be on Huang Liang's side.
Lu Xiaoxiao recalled his sword and washed the blood from it in the Lingnan mountain stream.
The southern soldiers were in chaos, retreating again and again, but they had already entered Lingnan, using this as a front to resist attacks from the south.
Lu Xiaoxiao had to bring his sword with him again and let the young men stay in the Sword Sect. He rushed to the Lingnan front line with Wu Dalong and many sword cultivators who had just begun to settle down from the evil things in the south.
Fortunately, this time there are many human soldiers in front, so Lingnan will not make the same mistake as Nanyi City.
The sword cultivators are responsible for the long-range suppression of the wizard armor.
Twilight falls all over the world, and the blood under the mountains is like the setting sun, just like the autumn leaves have already swept in before spring has passed.
Fortunately, it was getting late, and after being unable to attack for a long time, the rebels and Wu Jia withdrew towards Nanyi City again.
This was probably the first time in two thousand years, after the fall of Gu Chu, that Huangliang armor soldiers came across Nanyi City.
Lu Xiaoxiao finished washing his sword and rested in the forest beside the stream. The stream gradually became more bloody, coming from people washing their swords by the stream.
Such a front is quite long, from the east of Youhuang Mountains to the East China Sea, the entire south of Lingnan is full of sword cultivators, and there is blood everywhere.
Wu Dalong is not here.
The pressure on the defense line here is smaller, and Wu Dalong's realm is higher. It is the realm of enlightenment and wind. Naturally, it is in the green hills directly facing Nanyi City.
Disciples of the Xiaojiufeng Sword Sect and Tingfeng Jinghong, the two major sword sects, are also over there.
When all the sword cultivators heard that Feng Xi learned about the rebellion in Nanyi City, they were extremely shocked. They thought that the evil things would gradually subside and the world would be peaceful for a while. However, no one expected that in that northern starlight, all the people would be destroyed. After the night was cut off, Nanyi City was no longer the southern gate of Huaian.
This door became the Lingnan Sword Sect.
Ting Feng Yin was very calm after hearing such news.
This swordsman who listened to the rumors from all directions in the world just stood there quietly and announced his decision to defend Lingnan.
Lu Xiaoxiao thought about the scene when all the sword sect leaders in Lingnan were summoned to Tingfeng Xi that day.
"If Cong Ren dies, the Prime Minister will naturally rebel. There is nothing we can do about it."
Lu Xiaoxiao stood there in a daze and listened.
She probably never thought that such a white-clothed sword cultivator would go to the East China Sea, fight with Kamigawa, and finally die in the East China Sea.
Although there is some unconfirmed news, it is said that Cong Ren died in the hands of Zhang Xiaoyu. But the world probably won’t believe it.
Cong Ren can naturally die.
But even death in the hands of Kamigawa is more convincing than death in the hands of Zhang Xiaoyu.
It is probably difficult for Lu Xiaoxiao to understand what happened in the rumors that no one in the world has ever heard, which led to such a change in the world.
Naturally, the Human Sword Sect also rebelled.
Those disciples of the Sword Sect who had been hidden in the world for a long time appeared again in the eyes of the world.
But they're not in the south.
Instead he went to the north.
Went to Huaidu.
But this is probably a good thing for Lingnan.
It is an extremely lucky thing in this world.
If those Sword Sect disciples are still in the south.
Lingnan is naturally facing enemies from both sides, and it may be difficult for it to hold on until now.
Lingnan Sword Sect has no upper realm sword cultivators.
There is no lower realm sword cultivator in the human sword sect.
This is the most extreme community of sword cultivators in the world.
Lu Xiaoxiao sighed, raised his head, and returned to reality. Not far away, a woman in green clothes with blood was slowly walking towards him.
Chu Yao.
Lu Xiaoxiao looked at the woman in green who was coming this way with a somewhat complicated expression.
"I thought you were going north, too."
Chu Yao walked to the stream, washed his sword, and said calmly: "I'm not a disciple of the Human Sword Sect. Why are I going to the north?"
Of course Chu Yao was not a disciple of the Renjian Sword Sect. Maybe her grandfather was, but she was not. She was a disciple of the Lingnan Tianya Sword Sect. After arriving in Lingnan, this woman did not have time to sing more operas, so she was hurriedly involved. Amidst all kinds of chaos.
Lu Xiaoxiao leaned against the tree behind him and said softly: "If you had not come to Lingnan, would you have gone to the north?"
This question is probably a bit heavy.
In fact, this problem is heavy for every Lingnan sword cultivator.
Lingnan has been tied to the Human Sword Sect for thousands of years.
When the news came that Cong Ren died in the East China Sea during the battle with Shenhe, not only Lu Xiaoxiao, but probably the swordsman who made the decision to defend Lingnan by the river also felt shaken in his heart.
To Nanfang, Cong Ren was naturally more than just the leader of the Human Sword Sect.
It is probably equivalent to the masters of all sword sects in the world south of the Liuyun Mountain Range.
People have been coexisting with this thousand-year-old sword cultivator in the human world for a long time, watching the lights and the sound of mahjong in Nanyi City.
Then suddenly one day, Cong Ren died like this, never to return, just like Cong Zhongxiao back then.
Everyone has probably been confused at some time or another.
If only the swords in this world were as cultivated as the grass in the shade.
Then Cong Ren is the towering tree in the south.
So when he heard such a question, Chu Yao subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the sky.
The tree fell.
"I have no idea."
Chu Yao lowered his head and continued to wash the sword.
The tree fell, but the world still has to go on.
Trees fell and rivers burst their banks.
If Lingnan gives up again, the entire south will be truly devastated.
Lu Xiaoxiao did not continue to ask.
Some things are enough to be mentioned here, and it would be impolite to ask any more.
"Master asked me to come and see if there is anything I can help you with."
Chu Yao pulled out his sword from the stream, put it into its sheath, looked at Lu Xiaoxiao and asked.
Lu Xiaoxiao then remembered that such a woman from the Small Dao Realm was actually his nephew.
The little Lingnan sword cultivator shook his head and said, "There is less pressure here, but you should be more careful over there."
Chu Yao is a sword cultivator in the Qinglian realm of Xiaodao. In such a war, he will naturally face greater risks.
Because only people like them can threaten those people of the Witch and Ghost Way behind the army.
So there was no blood on Lu Xiaoxiao's body, but there was blood on Chu Yao's body.
Probably they have gone deep into the back of the battlefield. After all, the battlefield is extremely chaotic and there are many witchcraft cover. It is difficult to really find the whereabouts of those witches and ghosts just by using the sword.
If you are poor, you will strike with precision, if you are rich, you will have firepower.
It's a pity that Lingnan is really poor in terms of upper-level sword cultivation.
In the original battle in Nanyi City, the brothers of the Human Sword Sect were still there as trump cards.
But now, Lingnan has become the trump card.
Chu Yao nodded, then carefully checked Lu Xiaoxiao's body, and then slowly left here with his sword.
"correct."
Lu Xiaoxiao suddenly stopped Chu Yao.
The woman in green clothes turned around.
Lu Xiaoxiao looked back towards the depths of Lingnan.
"If you have time, go back to the Sword Sect and take a look. I'm worried that they will cause chaos and run out with swords."
Before Lu Xiaoxiao and the others left, they told Fu Jiangnan and Lu Xiaoyi to keep an eye on the junior brothers and sisters.
It's just that I feel a little uneasy after all.
Chu Yao nodded.
Lu Xiaoxiao turned around and looked quietly at the setting sun of March in the world, which was like blood.
I wonder if Lingnan should be good.
Lingnan should be bad.
