Of course the people from Heavenly Prison would not come here to stab him for no reason.
At the beginning, only people like Ximen knew about what happened in the South Island.
Of course, Chen Huaifeng naturally does the same, but this Jianzong senior brother obviously has no interest in such things.
Lu Xiaoer stood there, silent for a while, and then said softly: "What should we do?"
If this young man was still on the cliff, there would never be such a problem.
But the boy didn't. One day he went down the cliff, and then he sat by the stream and was asked about the sword.
So something comes from the wind.
Nan Dao stood quietly by the stream.
"It's bound to come."
If Zhang Xiaoyu hadn't started a wildfire in the world, some things would have already arrived.
"What's more, this time, they didn't even have any warning, but just killed them directly."
Nan Dao looked down at the sword wound on his chest.
"I'm probably a little scared."
Lu Xiaoer looked at his uncle quietly.
Nan Dao stood by the stream for a long time, then turned around and walked slowly towards the north.
Then Lu Xiaoer understood what his uncle meant.
It's natural for them to leave the East China Sea.
The young boy looked at You Chunshan who was standing aside.
The latter was probably a little hesitant, standing there holding the wooden sword and hesitated for a long time.
After a long time, the unlucky young man waded across the stream and picked up the unfinished grilled fish.
"The fish haven't been eaten yet."
You Chunshan said very seriously.
The sense of Qi was not found either.
So the young man holding the wooden sword and the fish waded across the stream again.
.......
The young man with the Snow Sword, who had just been asked about the name of the sword, was attacked outside the town. He was soon brought to the town by some sword cultivators who happened to see him.
Wang Xiaoer sat at the door of the shop and laughed, saying that he really deserved it.
Then finally the sword cultivators who couldn't bear it rolled up their sleeves and beat him up.
Wang Xiaoer didn't know why he was particularly accustomed to the feeling of being beaten. After being beaten with a bruised nose and face, he dragged himself to the window of the noodle shop and groaned non-stop.
Those sword cultivators did not make a killing move.
After all, that would be too shameless.
Wang Xiaoer hummed for a long time. After the sword cultivators ran to the outside of the town to see if the boy was still there, they stopped and sat there quietly.
He stared blankly at the scenery of the town outside the window.
I don’t know what I’m thinking about.
Perhaps it was the words that the white-clothed swordsman named Cong Ren said when he left.
Then I may have thought of words such as: one is compassion, the other is frugality, and the third is not daring to be the first in the world.
The wine should not be brewed to suit the taste, and the noodles should not be cooked too flavorful.
Of course things change.
Just like his young man from outside the town, he was fine before, but suddenly he was stabbed by someone.
Wang Xiaoer sat there for a long time, then looked at the town where it was getting late, stretched his muscles, limped over, closed the store door, and heated a pot of wine on the stove.
So nothing is as enjoyable as drinking behind closed doors.
Wang Xiaoer drank for a while and then saw those sword cultivators coming back in twos and threes.
The boy was probably gone, and they only saw some blood by the stream.
This is something that makes them feel extremely regretful.
After all, it would undoubtedly be a good thing for such a young man to slowly improve his realm in the small town of Donghai.
Although the young man is a Lingnan sword cultivator, the one who asked him about his sword was a Donghai sword cultivator.
If it really becomes the Three Swords in the future, it will naturally be of great benefit to the entire East China Sea.
Although Donghai is much stronger than Lingnan Sword Sect, it is probably difficult to get a name like Three Swordsmen.
Wang Xiaoer looked at the sword cultivators who were feeling very emotional and regretful, and smiled to himself. He shook his bruised and swollen head leisurely and sat there drinking wine.
...
A certain Heavenly Prison sword cultivator stood silently among the green mountains of the East China Sea, watching the three people leaving in the dusk from a distance.
There is blood and snow on his sword, from that boy.
The evening breeze blew the black robe, revealing the waist plate underneath that represented the Heavenly Prison.
It's just that the writing engraved on it does not represent Nanyi City, or the heavenly prisons of Xuanxue Mountain and Moon in the south.
But it is a Chinese character.
The young swordsman stood there quietly for a long time, then raised his sword, wiped away the blood on it, and knocked away some of the fine snow that had condensed on it, then put the sword into its sheath and turned around to leave.
...
The little Taoist boy listened to the not too noisy voices everywhere and asked the old Taoist beside him softly.
"Where are we?"
Bu Suanzi said calmly: "Qing Jiao."
Xiao Daotong thought for a long time before he remembered that they had been here before.
It's just that obviously the city on the East China Sea Plain at that time was much more lively than it is now.
It seems that it was also here that they met a young man who sincerely asked for fortune telling.
Wang Xiaohua can no longer remember.
If the voices in the world are as usual, then many things can naturally be clearly put into it and then remembered.
It's just that obviously after the story of Donghai ended, this world became a little quiet.
For example, a corner of the city wall was cut off by some overflowing sword intent, and it stood there looking very dull.
Of course Wang Xiaohua could not see such a scene.
Only the sound of the wind blowing across the city is different.
The two of them walked on the deserted street for a long time. Wang Xiaohua was probably a little curious about what the Taoist was walking around this time.
But before I asked, I heard the Taoist beside me say slowly: "We are going back."
Going back?
Where to go back?
Wang Xiaohua suddenly thought of something. Even though she was blindfolded, she subconsciously opened her eyes wider.
"Are you going back to Guanli?"
Bu Suanzi said softly: "Yes."
"Is there a missing door in Qingjiao City?"
Wang Xiaohua was from Nanyi City, so she would naturally think of such a sword sect in the city.
"No, we have to pass through this city and continue going north."
Wang Xiaohua let out a somewhat disappointed sound.
"Sometimes the world is too noisy and you can't do something."
Bu Suanzi said softly: "So we have to be in a very quiet place."
"How quiet?"
The Taoist next to him was probably thinking about how to describe it to Wang Xiaohua. After a long time, the little Taoist boy walking in the darkness heard the Taoist's voice.
"It's so quiet, it's like looking at a piece of black without any impurities."
Wang Xiaohua quietly looked at the black that covered everything in front of her, thinking that it was indeed a very quiet place.
"Once you get there, you can remove the eye straps."
Bu Suanzi continued.
Wang Xiaohua thought for a long time and then said softly: "Because it's a place where you can't see the human world?"
"Yes."
The little Taoist boy was very curious and followed the Taoist through the sparse and lively human world, wondering where he could not see the human world?
Even in the sky, it can be seen.
Do we have to go very far, to reach the secluded yellow mountain range?
It's just that the human world should be visible from there.
Xiao Daotong thought for a long time, but still didn't have an answer.
The Taoist next to him started coughing again - since the two people who used to play cards at the card table had a fight in the East China Sea, this Taoist would cough from time to time.
The reason is also very simple.
Because he tried to deploy Qiankun Taoism in the East China Sea, but was directly cut through by the two swords.
Naturally, he suffered some injuries.
The little Taoist boy heard a voice shouting and selling hot tea. He thought for a while, held the Taoist's hand and said, "After drinking the hot tea, take a rest."
The Taoist next to me said: "Okay."
The two sat down at the tea stall.
"What's wrong with your eyes, little girl? Was it injured recently?"
The woman who bought the hot tea poured tea for the Taoist and looked at Wang Xiaohua with pity and asked.
The Taoist didn't want to say anything more, he just nodded.
The woman sighed and said angrily: "I don't know why those people in the sky are so crazy that they suddenly want to fight on the ground..."
Heavenly beings are a very general concept.
For some very high practitioners, only people like Qing Shang can be called heavenly beings.
But to the world, those who carry swords, wear Taoist robes, can fly, and can shine are all heavenly beings.
Wang Xiaohua sat there and drank the hot tea carefully. The Taoist beside her also took a sip of tea and responded to the woman's complaint.
"Who knows?"
This is a very common emotion, just like this Taoist is not Xie Chaoyu, one of the three views, but a magic stick who walks around in the world. He puts down his disguise and talks about such a story in a confused and helpless way. The feeling is average.
Wang Xiaohua was very curious.
How could his master not know?
At first, he even dragged him to play cards and break up the fight.
Just listening to the emotion in that sentence, it seemed that such a Taoist suddenly didn't know why such a thing happened in the world.
The two drank several bowls of tea before starting to walk in the world again.
After walking a long way, until the surrounding sounds gradually faded away, the little Taoist boy raised his head and looked at the Taoist in the darkness in confusion.
"Master really doesn't know?"
Bu Suanzi was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Originally I thought I knew, but now I really don't know."
Wang Xiaohua was very puzzled.
There was a sound of wind blowing in the world, and it was a bit chilly.
The two of them had probably passed through such a city and were walking in the spring field plain outside the city.
"You are from Nanyi City, you should know what the sword Cong Ren is called."
Bu Suanzi said slowly.
Wang Xiaohua was stunned for a moment and said softly: "The Sword of Cause and Effect."
Bu Suanzi sighed and said: "Yes, the Karma Sword. This is a sword that combines the methods of Sword Sect, Taoist Sect, and Buddhism..."
The little Taoist boy still didn't understand.
The spring breeze carries the breath of night.
The wind at night is certainly colder than in the evening.
Wang Xiaohua noticed that the Taoist stopped on the plain on the late spring night.
It seemed that he turned his head and looked towards the south.
"If he died in Kamigawa's hands, of course I would be able to see and understand."
Wang Xiaohua stood there confused and said softly: "But what?"
Bu Suanzi looked south for a long time.
Just like when I went to the East China Sea and suddenly looked back at a butterfly that flew away.
What was the fortune teller thinking at that time, and what is the fortune teller thinking about now?
Wang Xiaohua couldn't understand the thoughts of such a Taoist.
"But he died in Zhang Xiaoyu's hands."
Bu Suanzi said softly, and then continued to move forward.
"How could a sword cultivator who was proficient in Buddhism's destiny die in Zhang Xiaoyu's hands?"
Wang Xiaohua opened her eyes wide and stood there in a daze.
Even a little Taoist boy like Wang Xiaohua could tell that the sword cultivator's death was not normal after receiving the fortune teller's advice.
So she finally understood why Xie Chaoyu said so sincerely that she didn't know.
This is probably indeed something that is difficult for people to understand.
Wang Xiaohua stood in a daze for a long time, then silently followed the Taoist and continued to move forward.
"So master, what do you think?"
"No."
The divination operator is very sincere.
"I can't see anything."
"Such a thousand-year-old sword cultivator..."
"It's someone three feet away from me."
If the time goes back many years ago, when Cong Ren and Xie Chaoyu were telling a certain story - Le Chaotian once told such a story to Zhang Xiaoyu.
The story of the leaf in the palm.
When such a leaf was held in Cong Ren's hand, Xie Chaoyu could never guess whether it was complete or broken.
That is the three feet of destiny.
But of course there are people in the world who can guess it.
For example, a young man in green clothes.
But not so much that he could have guessed.
Rather, it is where he wants his destiny to go.
Destiny can only go in one direction.
It's a pity that Xie Chaoyu is not that kind of person.
So I could only walk on the East China Sea plain at night, full of questions.
The two of them walked very far along the plain.
The little Taoist seemed to hear the sound of some waves.
Then she suddenly understood something.
He said in great surprise.
"I know where I can't see the world."
Bu Suanzi chuckled softly and looked up at the endless sea.
"Yes, there is a missing door in the East China Sea. This is a very simple and straightforward statement."
It is not in the green mountains of the East China Sea, in the plains of the East China Sea, or in the human world of the East China Sea, as the world thinks.
Donghai is a regional term, or it can just be the name of a sea.
In the East China Sea, it is in the East China Sea.
Just in the ocean.
"So how are we going to get there?"
Wang Xiaohua asked very doubtfully.
Do you want to fly all the way there?
"Just wait until the ship comes."
Wang Xiaohua stood on the beach with some excitement.
The sea breeze in the night seems to be much softer.
"So there really is an island with fairy mountains overseas?"
The little Taoist boy said longingly.
"There must be clouds and mist, green mountains and strange rocks stacked on top of each other, and then there is a transcendent Taoist temple. In the clouds and mist, a corner of the green eaves is looming."
Bu Suanzi just smiled and said nothing.
This probably fits the world's impression of such a mysterious concept.
Wang Xiaohua suppressed her emotions and stood quietly beside the Taoist.
But the sea breeze blew quietly for a long time, and there was still no sound of the ship coming.
"Can I take off the eyeband?"
Wang Xiaohua raised her head and asked.
Bu Suanzi said softly: "Not yet."
The little Taoist boy lowered his head in disappointment.
Finally, after a long time, the little Taoist boy pricked up his ears and vaguely seemed to hear the sound of some sea water being blown away. It was hidden in the sound of the waves. It was very slight, but it had been a long time since he had seen anything with his eyes. The little Taoist boy still heard that sound keenly.
"Is the ship coming?"
Bu Suanzi did not answer immediately, but after a long time, he sighed softly.
"Yes."
"Master, why are you sighing?"
Wang Xiaohua asked with some confusion.
So Bu Suanzi sighed again.
This filled the little Taoist boy's mind with questions.
It should be a small boat.
Wang Xiaohua remembered what sounded like this when she and Bu Suanzi floated on the swamp.
The boat should have docked.
But neither the people on the boat nor the people around him spoke.
Wang Xiaohua just heard a very dull breathing sound.
It was like two people looking at each other, but neither one knew how to speak.
This inevitably made the little Taoist boy nervously squeeze the hand of the Taoist next to him.
Could it be that something happened again?
For example, the sword cultivator who was supposed to be dead is now sitting on the bow of the boat?
Wang Xiaohua thought about it carefully, took a deep breath, raised her hand and scratched her head. This idea was not impossible.
So do you want to call yourself senior?
Just call it.
After all, when they were playing cards, their master once mocked the two of them for playing worse than dogs. Maybe it was because of this that the two of them met a little awkwardly.
"forward....."
Before Wang Xiaohua could call out the senior, she heard the Taoist beside her say softly: "This is your senior brother, Ye Zhuliu."
Wang Xiaohua stood there blankly.
I thought to myself that I am actually your disciple, Master.
But why did you make the situation so embarrassing when you saw your disciple?
What's going on with that disciple?
Wang Xiaohua was thinking there blankly, even forgetting to call her senior brother.
After a while, I heard a very young voice say: "Hello, junior sister."
Wang Xiaohua then hurriedly saluted in the direction from which the voice came.
"Hello, senior brother."
But after these two question marks, Hai Feng's atmosphere became stagnant again.
So the people on the boat whispered again: "Disciple Ye Zhuliu, I have met the master."
For some reason, Wang Xiaohua always felt that there seemed to be a faint smile in the words of the young Taoist on the boat.
So Wang Xiaohua finally heard the Taoist next to her say helplessly: "I...you...where is Xie Chunxue?"
The Taoist on the boat seemed to be silent for a while, and then said softly: "She went to Huaidu."
Wang Xiaohua seemed to finally remember a question she had asked before.
Does my master have a grandma from the Sword Sect?
Should I just call her Xie Chunxue?
Sword cultivators are also human beings, and Taoists are also human beings.
Perfection and perfection are unattainable.
The ultimate birth can only be called the ultimate if it becomes a pursuit.
Therefore, the Taoist named Xie Chaoyu and the disciple named Ye Zhuliu were speechless.
It's probably reasonable.
That's why Le Chaotian smiled so happily when he sent Dao Wen as a letter to the world in the small building.
