Of course a warrior cannot slay a dragon.
It is also difficult for mortals to kill practitioners.
So it's not that the dragon slayer eventually becomes the evil dragon.
But only by becoming a dragon can you have the confidence to stand in front of it.
It's just a meaningless act.
.......
Xie Chunxue stood there quietly, her white clothes still as white as snow.
There were no sword marks left.
In fact, such a story begins and ends in a hurry.
Such a woman's actions seem to be meaningless.
But maybe as Xie Chunxue said to Shan Zhaoshui at the beginning, in a sword sect, there must always be someone who stands in the way.
It doesn't matter whether you can stop it or not.
Only after conflict arises will speculation take root in the mind.
Xie Chunxue looked at the sword lights heading north for a long time, then put away the sword and headed towards a Taoist practice place somewhere in the world.
This woman in white is inextricably linked to the Taoist sect, so she naturally knows more about it.
For example, the junior brothers went to Huaidu, but she wanted to go to Qingtian Road.
Because she knew that a certain injured human emperor was in that green mountain.
...
Qingtian Road was very silent.
In the midst of this sudden change in the world, such a Taoist gate stayed quietly in such a mountain, as if it didn't care about the chores of the world.
This is completely opposite to the previous attitude towards the demon clan.
The disciples in the temple drank tea and practiced meditation, showing signs of peace.
There is a piano sound in the middle of the folk song.
The woman in plain clothes tilted her head slightly, sitting outside the bamboo house and playing the piano.
The man in a black emperor's robe sat quietly by the lake, with sword energy flowing around him, as if calming the injuries in his body.
On the shore of this lake in the mountains, there are three types of sword intent circulating faintly.
The sword intention of the causal sword comes from a certain white-clothed swordsman, Kamigawa's own sword intention.
And, a certain kind of sword intention from Qiu Shui.
Those sword intentions scattered on the lake, entangled with each other, and were slowly calmed down by the sword intentions coming from the sound of the piano.
After a long time, Kamigawa slowly opened his eyes. There were two sword marks in his eyes, one from Congren and the other from Qiushui. The emperor, who had never returned to Huaidu after leaving the East China Sea, was already here for treatment. Hurt for a long time.
It's just that those sword intentions are still so profound.
Therefore, the conversation between the two young men by the autumn water was naturally extremely serious.
Cong Ren really wanted to kill Kamigawa.
Bai Yuyao stopped, looked at Shenhe sitting quietly by the lake, and said softly: "Your Majesty knows that there is a problem on the Qiushui side, why bother to try again?"
Kamigawa just said calmly: "Qiu Shui knows that I will definitely try, and I also know that I will definitely try. Even if nothing happened when she died, it is still an irreplaceable fact."
The human emperor lowered his head, raised his hand and unbuttoned his clothes, revealing the wound below that even exposed his heart.
The person who received the sword was the young Kamigawa, but the sword intent still fell on the emperor.
"So even if I guessed that a piece of autumn water would turn into a sword and slash it..."
Kamikawa calmly raised his head and looked towards the south of the world.
"I will always give it a try."
Bai Yuyao said nothing more, just raised his hand and pressed it on the strings again.
The lake in the mountain once again overflowed with many musical notes and rhymes.
"How will Your Majesty deal with the matter regarding the Human Sword Sect?"
Kamigawa sat calmly in the three-party sword intent.
"It's just a small thing."
The lakeside was quiet for a long time, and only the sound of the piano kept flowing.
"Does Cong Ren have to die?"
Kamigawa was silent for a while and said softly: "Yes."
Bai Yuyao looked at the back of the black robe quietly and said softly: "Your Majesty seems a little sad."
Kamigawa raised his head and said calmly: "Looking up at the world, there will always be some emotions like this."
Bai Yuyao looked at the piano in front of him and said slowly: "People like us can't be considered old friends?"
"After you pass your teenage years and sit in that position, you will no longer have any old friends."
Bai Yuyao said nothing more, just lowered his head and stroked the piano.
The spring scenery in the world is slowly leaving.
The branches and leaves in the mountains gradually become green and rich.
A lake with flat water cannot make waves.
"Lu Ming went to Beitai, and Bai He is also there."
Kamigawa turned to look north.
"If he can really complete the feat of annexing Huai'an from such a windy and snowy land, what will happen to him in this world?"
Bai Yuyao looked at this sword cultivator who had been His Majesty for a thousand years for a long time.
"So since your Majesty left Nanyi City to the Bei family, has he already made plans for a thousand years later?"
Some of the sword intent was wiped out on Pinghu.
The emperor's injuries are slowly recovering.
He looked down at his right hand and said calmly: "I'm just going with the flow. Someone has to be your majesty, why can't it be him in Beitai?"
Such a sentence comes from Li Asan, the empress of Huaian who lived for many years.
The most amazing thing about this human emperor is that he made such nonsense when he was young, and finally got the throne of Huai'an from Emperor Huai'an.
The two people on the lakeside talked about many things very calmly.
It's like some insignificant chat, just say it when you think of it.
It was not until the end that Bai Yuyao asked a question as if he mentioned it casually.
"When does Your Majesty plan to leave this world?"
Kamigawa didn't answer, he just sat on the edge of the lake, sitting on the edge of the human lake, and looked up at the sky.
The old Taoist with a broken body in the forest stood there quietly, looking at the two people by the lake from a distance.
Bai Fengyu's story ended with Cong Ren's sword.
And what about the subsequent disintegration of Qingtian Dao? Why did it end?
...
"Cao Weiying is really free. He can do whatever he wants. It would be great if I could be like him."
Lu Xiaosan was lying at the mouth of the gourd, and the huge green gourd flew in the clouds of the world.
Song Guo sat on the gourd's waist, while Le Chaotian sat on the gourd's belly, playing the piano.
Hearing the young boy's emotion, Le Chaotian looked at him and asked, "Aren't you also very comfortable?"
"Am I at ease?" Lu Xiaosan almost jumped up when he heard this sentence, and the whole gourd was dangling in the sky. "I feel so comfortable!"
"You old boy, if you tell me where there is good-looking and delicious food, I will have to run there on a gourd. I feel like I am your groom."
Le Chaotian said with a smile: "So did you see it, did you eat it, and don't say you didn't touch the little girl's hand."
Lu Xiaosan thought for a while, sat down again, and said: "That's true, but uncle, if my master knew that we were teasing little girls in the human world, would he beat you to death first or me first?"
Le Chaotian asked sincerely: "Aren't the little girl's hands fragrant and soft? They are much better than your junior sister from Lingnan."
Lu Xiaosan chuckled and said, "That's true. But I actually still want to see if a punch will make her cry for a long time."
Before the young boy could finish his words, he was kicked by Pinecone sitting on the gourd's waist and almost rolled off the gourd.
Looking at Pinecone who was glaring angrily, Lu Xiaosan drew his sword and jumped up.
"Bold! Sword Immortal is roaming the world, how dare you offend me?"
Song Guo sneered and said, "I would like to see if you will cry for a long time after being punched."
"..."
Le Chaotian looked at Lu Xiaosan with a sigh.
"Mistress, you have a mental problem. Why do you always think about punching this little girl?"
Lu Xiaosan asked sincerely: "If you don't come with one punch, how many punches will you have?"
Le Chaotian looked at Lu Xiaosan silently and said, "Don't you have any other ideas?"
Lu Xiaosan sat on the gourd again, tilted his head and thought for a long time, and then said seriously: "Yes."
Pinecone looked at him curiously.
The little boy said very coquettishly: "I want...I want...to draw a puppy on her face."
"..."
Le Chaotian lowered his head to play the qin and sighed: "Rotten wood cannot be carved."
Lu Xiaosan said very melancholy: "Speaking of puppies, I forgot to bring the dog with me again. Forget it, next time I meet Cao Weiying, let him give it to me."
Cao Weiying had naturally left the isolated island, filled a pot of sea water in the sea, said it was some kind of worldly wine, and walked towards the mountain while drinking.
As if he had made some kind of determination.
Lu Xiaosan didn't react yet when he saw the little native dog scampering away after the young man in Qingshang.
When I remembered it, the dog, perhaps named Le Chaotian or Cao Weiying, had already disappeared after chasing the hem of the boy's robe in its mouth.
Le Chaotian chuckled: "If I were that little country dog, I wouldn't want to follow someone like you around."
But after saying that, Le Chaotian felt like something was wrong.
Why did Lu Xiaosan say so much that he subconsciously pretended to be a dog?
Looking up, Lu Xiaosan was smiling wildly there.
Fortunately, after the young boy laughed for a while, he saw Le Chaotian looking at him with a very calm look, and silently stopped his smile.
After all, he is a master uncle, so he should be cowardly or cowardly.
Otherwise, the delicious food will be gone by then.
The green gourd flies toward the distance in the late spring clouds.
Lu Xiaosan yawned at the gourd mouth, then lay down again, and asked lazily: "Where are we going this time?"
Le Chaotian sat there playing the piano and said softly: "Go and see my senior brother."
Lu Xiaosan sat upright in surprise.
But after hearing what Le Chaotian added, he lay down again.
"It's another senior brother, not your senior uncle Nan."
"Okay, what are we going to do?"
Le Chaotian seemed to be smiling, but the young boy couldn't see it because he was lying down.
He must be laughing.
Lu Xiaosan thought like this, and then he heard Le Chaotian's voice, which was very joyful and joyful, like spring light floating on a clear stream.
"Go see something really interesting."
Lu Xiaosan thought, what could be more interesting than drawing a puppy with its tongue sticking out on the face of a cute little girl?
If the young boy was really a swordsman, he would probably scold Le Chaotian without any scruples - you know how interesting a hammer is.
But it's also possible that if he was really a swordsman, he probably wouldn't draw bastard pictures on the little girl's face.
After all, not everyone has Cao Weiying's bad taste in telling people weird spells.
When Lu Xiaosan discovered this, he was sleeping on a gourd, and rolled into the sea. He was choked by the sea water and could not speak. However, the gourd still followed his idea and first became smaller, fell under him, and then changed into another shape. The general lifted him up.
From that day on, Lu Xiaosan knew that Le Chaotian might not be a dog.
But Cao Weiying is really a dog.
So later Lu Xiaosan changed the name of the gourd formula himself.
It's called asking the baby to show up, asking the baby to turn around, and so on.
As soon as I heard it, it was much more powerful than my grandfather's monsters.
Lu Xiaosan even wanted to hide some swords from Sword Lake inside.
When the time came to fight with someone, while others were pulling out swords with noisy sounds, I would carry a gourd on my back, point it like a sword, and with a sound of the sword, then swish, swish, countless sword lights would come out of the gourd. How could it be that? Isn’t it beautiful?
Lu Xiaosan felt that this scene was much more chic than sitting on a cliff with a little native dog, playing music and reciting the name of the sword.
The young boy became excited when he thought of this. Regardless of the gourd flying in the clouds, he sat at the mouth of the gourd and began to read poems.
"The roc rises with the wind in one day..."
Song Guo looked at the young boy who was lying on his stomach and started to read poems with a strange look on his face.
"What are you doing?"
Could it be that the last time you pretended to be in front of those monsters heading south wasn't enough?
Lu Xiaosan naturally ignored her, and just murmured a long list of sword names. Then he used the little vitality in his body to take them down, held them in his arms, lay on the gourd and crawled towards the mouth of the gourd. ——It’s better to be chirping when others are behind you, and to be cool and aloof in front of others.
Lu Xiaosan muttered there, then pulled out the stopper of the gourd and stuffed the sword in his hand inside.
"This handle is called Dapeng, this handle is called Yitong, this handle is called Fengqi..."
Even Le Chaotian put down his qin with a strange look on his face, walked over, and looked at Lu Xiaosan who was lying at the mouth of the gourd, stuffing a sword into the gourd against the high wind.
After watching for a long time, Le Chaotian seemed to understand what Lu Xiaosan wanted to do, so he smiled softly and said, "This doesn't seem to be impossible."
Lu Xiaosan looked back at Le Chaotian and said suspiciously, "Uncle Master, do you know what I want to do?"
Le Chaotian said with a smile: "Are you carrying a gourd on your back?"
Lu Xiaosan thought to himself that he was worthy of being a master uncle. He would know such a genius idea like mine.
Only Pinecone sat there with a blank expression on what he was going to do.
Lu Xiaosan continued to stuff swords into the gourd until all the summoned swords were stuffed into the gourd, and then he picked up the gourd and stuffed it with difficulty.
Le Chaotian stood at the mouth of the gourd, looked at the young boy who checked it carefully several times and said, "Then what?"
"Then?"
Lu Xiaosan chuckled, standing on the gourd with his hands behind his back, looking up at the front, raising his hand and pointing, and said proudly: "Here comes the sword!"
It's just that the young man's vitality was too weak, so he couldn't remove the gourd stopper handsomely.
Le Chaotian chuckled softly, took a step forward, and pointed forward like a sword, and the Tao charm spread out from his body.
"Here comes the sword!"
In an instant, all the swords that Lu Xiaosan had stuffed into the gourd turned into sword light and shot out, flying towards the space ahead between heaven and earth.
Then he was escorted back by this Taoist who had learned swordsmanship for half a year, with a lot of green sword fire surrounding the gourd.
Lu Xiaosan looked at this scene in confusion at first, but then he came to his senses.
If it's broken, shouldn't I be the one who pretended it? Why did you let your uncle pretend to be?
But the young boy looked at the weak vitality in the divine sea and sighed, forget it, let his uncle pretend, let him pretend. Who said he was just a simple swordsman?
Le Chaotian looked at the sighing young boy beside him, smiled softly, gathered the swords together, and dropped them into the young boy's arms.
Lu Xiaosan held a lot of swords and looked at Le Chaotian doubtfully.
The Taoist with fluttering robes just smiled and said, "It's your turn to pretend."
It took Lu Xiaosan a while to react before he came to his senses. While scolding Le Chaotian for being a thief, he crawled to the mouth of the gourd and lay down there to hold his sword.
It was indeed Lu Xiaosan who was pretending.
Lu Xiaosan cursed and finished loading the sword, and then called for the sword for a long time without giving up. Unfortunately, the sword seemed to be drunk inside and would not come out after being beaten to death.
Until the little boy lay down in the gourd mouth angrily, Le Chao Tian smiled slightly as he looked at the sword marks left by the sword light passing through.
"Sword Lake can indeed be Jianhu, Lu Xiaosan, you may indeed be able to leave your name on the Tianya Sword Sect's sword manual."
Lu Xiaosan lay there sadly and said, "But I can't even let the sword come out."
Le Chaotian turned to look at the young boy who held the Unheard Bell in front of his eyes very sadly, and chuckled: "That's because your sword power is not strong enough."
"Then why did Uncle Master call him out directly?"
"Because my realm is too high and my sword power is not strong enough, I can make him have enough sword power."
Lu Xiaosan thought about Le Chaotian's words, then sat up straightly, looked at Le Chaotian and said, "Then what should I do?"
"It's like cultivating sword spirit."
Le Chaotian said softly.
"The sword must be cultivated, and the sword must be cultivated as well. The world will go further and further, just like everything that is slowly moving forward over the years, the way of the sword should not just stop at sharpening the sword."
This Taoist who had lazily learned the sword for half a year said in amazement, "It's time for people in the world to cultivate swords."
Lu Xiaosan naturally understood. He sat blankly on the gourd mouth and looked into the distance - this young boy rarely had a serious and sincere expression, as if he was looking at the world a thousand years later.
"So what will the world be like in a thousand years?"
There was infinite longing in the young boy's eyes.
It was at this moment that such a young boy suddenly understood why the young man in green clothes always seemed to be looking at the world peacefully and affectionately for a long time.
A thousand years ago, he must have thought this way.
That was the period when the ancient style of swordsmanship was transitioning to the way of sword intent. It was the first thousand years of the great avenue.
A hand fell on the young boy's shoulder. Lu Xiaosan raised his head and saw Le Chaotian's eyes that seemed to be filled with the spring glory of the world.
The young boy may never forget that look in his life.
It was glowing inside.
Like ten thousand prosperous lights in the human night.
"You come and tell them, you come and tell them."
This uncle who is passionate about food, music and the scenery of the world chuckled softly.
"The boy in the world will tell the boy in the world."
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