Donghai Town.
You Chunshan was sitting by the stream holding his wooden sword. After seeing the moon in the sea for countless times, the young man still had not found a way to get in touch with it.
Frustration is inevitable.
So You Chunshan decided to eat something first.
Since Lu Xiaoer no longer had the pressure to help his uncle buy a house, he was too lazy to help forge swords. He diligently sat by the stream and began to practice seriously with few words.
A place like the East China Sea is indeed of considerable help to sword cultivators.
When the empty Divine Sea was restored in the South Island, Lu Xiaoer often went to climb cliffs to temper his swords. His cultivation was indeed growing much faster than in Lingnan.
So in order to prevent You Chunshan from disturbing his practice, Lu Xiaoer left a lot of money in the wooden house and asked the young man to get it when he was hungry.
You Chunshan walked quietly from behind the two teenagers, then took the money from the wooden house and walked towards the town.
There are more people in the town again.
It was probably because those members of the East China Sea Sword Sect all returned to the East China Sea.
But because all the people who came were sword cultivators, the noodle shop's business was still average. The shopkeeper sat in front of the shop every day, crossing his legs and eating melon seeds, with an angry look on his face as if everyone had beaten him.
Of course, he wasn't always so idle.
For example, there were always some later sword cultivators who wanted to eat noodles, but he refused.
So began an inexplicable entanglement.
In the end they broke up on bad terms.
You Chunshan watched the excitement there for a long time, until his stomach growled with hunger, and then he realized what was going on. So he continued walking forward, found a restaurant at random, and ordered some rice and side dishes, which made him feel good. Started eating.
As for Lu Xiaoer and Nan Dao, sometimes they would not only want to eat some noodles, but they would also just set up a pot by the stream and eat whatever they caught in the stream.
You Chunshan sat there eating for a while, then suddenly his ears perked up, he stopped what he was doing, and listened carefully.
"Have you found the sword?"
"not yet."
"..."
"By the way, if we really find it, will the Human Sword Sect come and ask for it back?"
"What do they want? Fang Cun is the sword from Donghai, which we loaned to the Human Sword Sect for use."
"..."
You Chunshan didn't hear much clearly, but it was very important.
So this young man carrying a wooden sword finally understood why there were more people in Donghai Town, but no one went to climb the cliff.
So they were all looking for the sword that Cong Ren used back then?
You Chunshan stuffed rice into his mouth thoughtfully.
As the sword cultivators talked, they talked about the young boy's uncle again.
"Can that young man under the umbrella really become the new young Three Swordsmen?"
"How about you try it?"
"Forget it then. I've lost all five realms. I'm going to join in the fun."
"..."
But when he said this, You Chunshan was obviously a little distracted. He finished eating in a hurry, thought about it, packed a grilled fish for Lu Xiaoer and the others, and then left the town in a hurry.
When he returned to the creek, Lu Xiaoer had already stood up and was about to head towards Jian Cliff, planning to climb the cliff again.
But when he saw You Chunshan coming back with a grilled fish, the young boy thought about it and gave up the idea.
After all, the grilled fish in the town is also delicious.
At least it tastes better than the original roast.
So the young boy who just started wading across the stream walked back and sat down next to You Chunshan.
You Chunshan was probably a little distracted. He placed the fish there and began to be in a daze.
Lu Xiaoer naturally saw it at a glance. While eating the fish with the chopsticks on the side, he looked at You Chunshan and asked suspiciously: "What are you thinking about?"
You Chunshan slowly turned his head, looked at Lu Xiaoer and said, "Who is that? I seem to have some restless thoughts again."
Lu Xiaoer was stunned for a moment, looked at him and asked, "What restless thoughts are there?"
You Chunshan thought for a moment and said, "I want to find that sword called Fang Cun."
"?"
Lu Xiaoer looked up at You Chunshan.
You Chunshan seemed very sincere.
"Although you said that a sword is different in the hands of different swordsmen. But I still want to try it, just in case, right, just in case I pick up that sword... "
Lu Xiaoer lowered his head to eat the fish and said slowly: "So what if I picked up that sword? It's a square inch, not my Xiwu Sword. If you pick it up, it may not be yours."
You Chunshan naturally knew that what Lu Xiaoer said made sense, so he sighed, picked up a piece of fish meat with three fingers, stuffed it into his mouth and licked his fingers.
"You can't keep looking at the moon in the sea."
Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and said, "If you leave here, you may not even see Hai Zhongyue."
You Chunshan looked at the young boy and said, "Don't you have any ideas?"
Lu Xiaoer said sincerely: "I don't have one, and my uncle probably won't either."
You Chunshan was silent and looked down at his wooden sword again. This look made the young boy feel guilty.
"Of course your swords will get better the more you use them. My sword may be accidentally burned by a fire."
Lu Xiaoer laughed awkwardly and buried his head in eating fish.
You Chunshan sat there for a while, then stood up and walked towards Qingxi.
Lu Xiaoer looked up at the young man's back.
"what are you going to do?"
You Chunshan said with great enthusiasm: "Climb the cliff!"
"..."
Lu Xiaoer was speechless, but did not stop the young man.
In fact, during the period at the foot of the cliff, You Chunshan once said many times that he wanted to climb the cliff, but every time he walked to the foot of the cliff and stood silently in front of the sword steps for a long time, he would turn back silently.
"The spring breeze is too cold today, so I'll try another day."
The little boy just kept his head down and ate the fish. After a long time, he thought that You Chunshan would be back soon, so he raised his head and said, "Why not..."
The little boy didn't finish his words, so he just sat there blankly.
Because of Youchun Mountain, I really climbed the cliff.
The young boy looked at the young man standing on the first sword step with a wooden sword on his back, and hurriedly poked Nan Dao aside.
"Uncle Master."
The latter just sat calmly under the umbrella.
"I saw."
Lu Xiaoer stood up by the stream in a daze.
"Is he really not afraid of death?"
Nan Dao didn't speak, he just sat by the stream and quietly looked at the blood that started to drip from the sword steps.
No matter how gentle the sword intention above the first level of the sword cliff is, it is still the sword intention after all.
Not spring breeze, nor tofu.
If a person without sword intention or vitality stands there, the result can be imagined.
Lu Xiaoer thought for a moment, then carried the Xiwu Sword on his back and headed down the cliff.
When the young boy walked to the bottom of the cliff, You Chunshan already had wounds all over his body, as if he had been cut through the thatch bushes in autumn.
It's just that the young man carrying the wooden sword on his back had no intention of retreating. He just stood there and took deep breaths, then slowly raised his legs and headed towards the second step.
"You Chunshan, do you want to die?"
Lu Xiaoer stood at the foot of the cliff, looking at the back and said.
You Chunshan stopped and looked back at Lu Xiaoer. There were some scars on his face, and they were still increasing. The sword was like thatch, blowing against the young man's face in the cliff wind.
"I want to give it a try. Since the normal path doesn't work, I'll take some unusual paths."
You Chunshan said very sincerely, with a slight smile on his face.
So moving up to the next level, the Sword Intention Thatch is drier and sharper.
Those wounds were quite deep.
One foot and ten steps.
Of course, we walked up Mojian Cliff bit by bit.
Lu Xiaoer stood there silently, and You Chunshan stood on the second step. Others climbed the cliff by feet, and probably only this young man needed to calculate by steps.
"What's the point of this?"
Lu Xiaoer obviously didn't understand it very well.
There was a figure holding an umbrella next to him.
Nan Dao also came over and stopped at the foot of the cliff.
Lu Xiaoer wanted to go up the cliff to help look after some Youchun Mountains, but was stopped by Nan Dao.
"You have sword intent in you. Walking to the cliff will make those sword intent even more powerful."
Nandao, who has stayed on the cliff for a long time, has some understanding of this high cliff.
Lu Xiaoer looked back at Nandao, only to find that his uncle had a thoughtful look on his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.
You Chunshan walked slowly and silently on the cliff. The height of the first ten feet of the sword was not very high. However, the young man carrying the wooden sword walked for a long time before he finally stopped at the height of the ten feet of the sword. at.
At this time, the young man's body was covered in blood, as if he had been whipped.
You Chunshan looked down at the sword wound on his body, took a deep breath, then turned around on the sword steps and sat down facing the two teenagers at the foot of the cliff.
The young man endured the pain, put the wooden sword on his knees, and then looked sincerely at the young man under the umbrella at the foot of the cliff.
"Uncle Master, let me see the moon in the sea again."
"good."
Nan Dao nodded calmly and stretched out his hand.
The vitality of the world is like the wind of late spring, gathering towards this place in a mighty force.
Lu Xiaoer looked at Nan Dao aside with some surprise.
The vitality attracted by his uncle this time seemed to be much more powerful than before.
Even the young boy felt faintly suffocated in these vortexes of vitality. Lu Xiaoer took a deep breath and sat down at the foot of the cliff. As the vortex in the divine sea began to exhale vitality, the young boy felt much better.
He looked up at the young man on the cliff.
You Chunshan has closed his eyes, sitting in the full sword intent, with blood dripping all over his body, but he is extremely calm.
Lu Xiaoer looked there with some anxiety.
So, can You Chunshan, who has entered the sea of swords, touch such a moon in the sea?
...
Sword cultivators in the town come and go, coming and going in search of swords.
Perhaps for Qiu Xi'er and those high-level sword cultivators, there is no famous sword in the world, and the best sword in the world is the sword in their hands.
But this is not the case for many swordsmen.
A wooden sword is not as good as an iron sword, and an iron sword is not as good as a sword that has been tempered for decades.
What's more, it was Fang Cun, the sword that had been used by people like Nan Yi for a thousand years.
Even if Lu Xiaoer said he wouldn't be tempted, it was impossible not to be tempted, but he knew very well that he was not the person who could hold such a sword.
Sword cultivators were coming and going in the town. Someone was wearing a black robe with gold patterns and standing on the street holding a sword.
There are very few people from the Heavenly Prison in the East China Sea, so the reaction of the people in the small town to such a robe is naturally far inferior to that of other places in the human world.
Most of the glances directed at this young man were probably curious about what he was standing there looking at, rather than what he was wearing.
The young sword cultivator from Heavenly Prison looked at the outside of the town with a calm expression.
After watching for a long time, the man slowly walked towards the high cliff.
It wasn't until he passed through the woods and stopped by the stream that the young man stopped and looked at the unfinished grilled fish by the stream. He even bent down, pinched a piece and put it into his mouth, and then stood by the stream. Wash your hands.
.....
When a person has wounds all over his body, his body becomes extremely active due to stimulation.
Sometimes the pain may not even be felt.
You Chunshan felt that he had never felt such a wonderful feeling.
The moon in the sea seemed to be right in front of me.
Of course, this is still just a concrete statement.
Under the dual catalysis of sword intent and vitality, You Chunshan truly felt the mysterious and mysterious air flow.
He felt that he should reach out and touch it, but all he could have was his thoughts.
So the young man held his breath and concentrated, carefully focused his mind, and moved towards that faint air flow.
The vitality of heaven and earth is so majestic that it can bring such a slight flow.
You Chunshan was very cautious, as if he was afraid that he might accidentally scare away the slight flow of water.
The distance between the two is slowly closing.
It's like crossing thousands of miles, and finally, with the catalytic help of something, the distance has been infinitely narrowed.
All the sounds in the world disappeared at this moment. Inspired by all kinds of potentials, You Chunshan's mind finally slowly approached that place, as if it was briefly stopped in front of him.
good!
At the moment when You Chunshan almost screamed out in surprise, the slight stream of water suddenly disappeared into the sky and the earth.
For an instant, the distance between the two was as different as heaven and earth.
From high mountains to low valleys, it probably only happens in the blink of an eye.
You Chunshan stared blankly at the airflow that suddenly disappeared, and boundless loss instantly surged into his heart.
what happened?
The young man opened his eyes unwillingly.
The vitality of heaven and earth is slowly dissipating.
You Chunshan lowered his head, and then saw an extremely shocking scene.
A young man in black robe stood behind the young man under the umbrella, with the sword in his hand inserted into the young man's chest.
"Uncle Master!"
You Chunshan suddenly exclaimed.
This sound also woke up the young boy under the cliff.
Lu Xiaoer suddenly looked to his side, and then his eyes widened in horror. With a loud sound, he drew his sword out of its sheath and struck at the young Heavenly Prison Sword Cultivator.
The Heavenly Prison Sword Cultivator quickly withdrew his sword, probably feeling a little regretful, so he sighed with dissatisfaction. As for Lu Xiaoer's sword, he was able to deflect it away with a very calm sword.
Then, under the sword power of Nandao's already unsheathed Taohua and Yaozhou swords, he quickly retreated like a flying bird, and then turned into sword light and disappeared into the spring breeze.
You Chunshan rolled down from the cliff, but climbed up hastily. Together with Lu Xiaoer, they gathered around the young man and looked at the rather ferocious sword hole on the young man's body.
Different from the panic of Lu Xiaoer and You Chunshan, Nan Dao just recalled Peach Blossom Sword and Parrot Island extremely calmly, and then quietly looked at the place where the sword light disappeared.
"Are they...people from Heavenly Hell?"
You Chunshan stood there in a daze.
Lu Xiaoer did not answer, but Nan Dao beside him said calmly: "Yes."
The young boy glanced at his uncle, remained silent for a while, and said softly: "Uncle once had some friction with the people of Heaven Prison."
This is probably to hide something.
It's just that many things are probably extremely obvious.
People in heaven will always appear where they are supposed to appear.
You Chunshan turned his head and looked at the young man silently.
The young man said nothing. He just lowered his head and looked quietly at the sword hole on his chest. He raised his hand and touched it. The sword intention and vitality gathered together, sealed the sword wound, and then slowly walked towards the stream. Walked over.
Until they stopped at the bank of the stream, the young man sat down there, stretched out his hand and poured some water to wash away the blood on his body.
You Chunshan stood at the foot of the cliff and watched from a distance, then turned to look at Lu Xiaoer with a complicated expression.
"Uncle, it's..."
Lu Xiaoer was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Yes."
After the young boy finished speaking, he didn't say anything and walked quietly towards the creek.
Nan Dao was washing his wounds quietly there. If Nan Dao had not reacted and resisted for a moment with the sword intent gushing from the divine sea, the sword would have been extremely fatal.
However, even so, the sword left on the young man who had not yet recovered his strength naturally caused quite tragic injuries.
The blood on his chest was washed away, but the young man's face became pale, and some blood slowly flowed from the corners of his lips.
The sword intent around the young man circulated together with Daowen, controlling the injuries in his body.
After a long time, the young man at the foot of the cliff came over and stopped next to the boy. He didn't say anything about the Heavenly Prison, but looked quite guilty.
"Sorry, uncle."
You Chunshan naturally knew very well that if Nan Dao hadn't been trying to help him feel Qi, as a sword cultivator, it would be impossible for him to be unable to react to such a sword.
that's the truth.
When You Chunshan was about to touch such a sense of aura, Nan Dao was also nervously looking at the young man with the sword intent on the cliff.
So when a certain Heavenly Prison sword cultivator ate a bite of grilled fish by the stream and then struck with a sword, he didn't even notice it.
The young man under the umbrella calmed down for a long time before finally getting rid of the remaining sword intent in his body. He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, then turned to look at the very guilty You Chunshan beside him, and said calmly: " It doesn't matter."
The young man said, holding the Peach Blossom Sword and stood up by the stream, looking towards the south of the world.
"It seems Simon is coming."
