The small river beach in Donghai Town.
When the child ran over, he found that the sword cultivator in white was still there.
"Why are you still here?"
As the child spoke, he remembered that this man had said that he was going to wait for someone here.
"Has the person you were waiting for not arrived yet?"
Zhang Xiaoyu sat on a pile of pebbles by the river, leaning on the stick left behind by his childhood.
"No, I don't know when he will come. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow."
The sword cultivator in white clothes was sitting in the spring breeze, tilting his head and speaking words that were very serious but still enough to make people confused.
"Maybe he has been wandering around the world and can't find me there."
The child lowered his head to pick up some beautiful pebbles, put them into his pocket, and walked away thinking about the sword cultivator in white.
"The East China Sea is huge. If he can't find you, then do you have to wait here forever?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "Of course I won't wait forever. If he doesn't come for a long time, maybe he won't come."
"Why did he come to you?"
The child sat next to Zhang Xiaoyu and played with stones.
"Because he thought I had done something wrong."
Zhang Xiaoyu raised his head and faced the distance calmly.
The mountains in the distance are incomplete. This is something you can hear from the wind blowing by your ears.
"Then what do you think?"
The child looked seriously at the sword cultivator who became blind at a young age and asked.
Zhang Xiaoyu sat there, silent for a long time, and then said softly: "I think he made a mistake in some things."
"So actually, strictly speaking, I should hate him."
The child sat there quietly and listened, looking at the slight frown on the eyeband of the sword cultivator in white. He thought for a moment, stood up again, and ran towards the town.
"You can talk about it later."
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't know what the child was going to do, but he just nodded and said, "Okay."
So the footsteps in the wind walked away on the pebbles on the river beach.
After a long time, the child ran back panting and thrust a bottle of wine into Zhang Xiaoyu's arms.
"Where are you from?"
Zhang Xiaoyu asked a little strangely.
The child was holding his knees and panting.
"I secretly scooped some from my dad's wine. I see that you don't seem very happy. You might want to drink some wine, just like last time, um... also like my dad. He The days were very troublesome, and although they were lucky to have nothing to do, they had to repair the house and do other things, so they often drank some wine."
The child gasped and spoke, and then sat down next to Zhang Xiaoyu.
"Okay, now you speak."
Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a while, then took the wine bottle and started drinking.
Today's wine is a bit strong, so it's not suitable for talking about something in a eloquent manner.
It's just that what Zhang Xiaoyu can tell is probably only a short story, or just a few sentences.
So the white-clothed swordsman drank and thought for a while before continuing: "But sometimes it's hard for me to hate him."
"Why?"
"Because for some stories, no one knows what will happen at the beginning."
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly, then drank wine and smiled as if he was mocking himself.
"It's probably like the things I thought of when we met in a snowy place. Both I and he are people who fly away without caring about things."
Life is full of similarities.
"So some mistakes happen early, but are only remembered later."
The children understood nothing.
This is probably how some people talk.
It seemed like he was full of emotions, but he didn't want to say anything more clearly.
So the child thought for a while and asked, "Who is that person to you?"
"Senior brother."
The child was startled by the sound and looked up to the other side of the river beach, only to find that a very tall swordsman had already stood there at some point.
"It's senior brother."
The tall swordsman stood there with his sword on his back, looking at the blind Zhang Xiaoyu for a long time.
"It was."
Those calm words are like constant patches on clothes,
Zhang Xiaoyu handed the wine bottle in his hand back to the child and said softly: "Go back, there is still a lot of wine, so your father won't find out."
The child stood there silently holding the wine bottle for a while, then turned around and ran towards the river beach. However, he did not leave, but squatted in the grass, looking over the swaying blades of grass that divided his field of vision, looking from a distance. Looking at the two sword cultivators over there.
The sky was very nice, and there was a faint sparkling light in the small river. The figures of the two people were obscured by the grass and illuminated by the sunlight falling on the river, and gradually seemed to be blurred.
"Old nostalgia, youthful style."
That blind man.
The child thought so.
The blind man seemed to be smiling.
"Sometimes I actually doubt whether some names are destined to have certain fates from the beginning? Chen Huaifeng."
It turns out that person’s name is Chen Huaifeng.
But isn't he a senior brother?
Why doesn't the blind man want to call him senior brother?
The sword cultivator named Chen Huaifeng just stood on the river bank, among the swaying grass blades, and said calmly: "Looking from the front to the back, everything is uncertain. Looking from the back to the front, it is all fate. What is fate? Just being alone. Knocking on the door of the past. Thinking about the things that look more and more stupid along the way, and then helplessly call it fate."
The sword cultivator in white just kept smiling.
"It turns out that you also think those decisions made by Nanyi City back then were stupid."
Chen Huaifeng was silent for a long time. He naturally knew what Zhang Xiaoyu meant.
For example, the killing of Liu Sanyue caused many stories.
For example, he allowed Young Master Wubei to test Zhang Xiaoyu.
Such a swordsman had to bear too many things at that time.
So many fates moved forward out of control due to Chen Huaifeng's decisions.
"do you know?"
The white-clothed swordsman took off his sword from behind and walked away on the riverbank until he started to submerge in the water.
"When I left Nanyi City, I knew I couldn't win. It was like I had been wandering on the river bank in the past, but until one day, someone suddenly pushed me and let me step in. In the river.”
The blind man dressed in white stood in the water, standing in the river, as if he was asking a child if he was a fish.
The river water flowed upward along the robe, soaking the bloodstains that had become a little darker and turning them brighter red.
"When your shoes get wet, you might as well get your clothes wet until you're completely submerged."
"Uncle Qiu Shui is right, everything is my choice."
Zhang Xiaoyu raised his head and looked at Chen Huaifeng with his invisible eyes hidden under his clothes.
"There is blood on my clothes, but it's just senior brother. Are your clothes really clean?"
Chen Huaifeng did not look at his clothes, but stood there quietly, looking at the blind man in the river, and said calmly.
"So it's not like you said it yourself, you can read the original story with ease - people always have to whitewash themselves so that they can feel at ease and not look at the darkness in their own hearts."
"Chen Huaifeng!"
The blind man might have been irritated, so he suddenly said such angry words, which startled the children squatting in the grass far away, and they subconsciously hugged the wine in their arms tightly.
The countless blades of grass in front of him seemed to have been cut off by some kind of human wind, and flew messily past the child's eyes.
The child squatted there in a daze.
So is that blind man such a powerful person?
The child was awakened by the crisp sound of a sword. He lowered his head and looked towards the river, only to realize that the two of them had fallen into such a river together.
The two men looked like some rough warriors, each holding their own swords in both hands and slashing towards each other.
Then the sword cultivator named Chen Huaifeng took a few steps back and stopped.
Perhaps after that sword blow, the blind man's anger calmed down a lot, and the two of them were half-floating in the river.
"Or should I be like you, hanging all the blame on my lips all day long in order to seek sympathy from the world? Just like what Cheng Lu said back then, belittling yourself is nothing more than to gain greater bragging."
The blind man smiled coldly.
"So while you say that the blame lies with you, you accept the comfort and sympathy of the world with peace of mind, and you feel more and more that you are majestic and magnanimous, so you can stand on the river bank with a feeling of pity and indignation. Look at me - Zhang Xiaoyu, how can you be so ugly and sinful?"
"Isn't it, senior brother?"
The child squatted there in a daze.
It turns out that the blind man is named Zhang Xiaoyu.
This person doesn't seem to be a good person.
I may have heard such a name in the town before.
Then the child suddenly felt that the wine bottle he was holding was also a little dirty.
So he threw the wine bottle aside and rubbed his hands hard on his clothes.
"What about Master?"
The man named Chen Huaifeng did not deny anything.
He was extremely calm and seemed to be asking such a question with sadness.
The world became quiet.
The grass blades in the field of vision are flying, the river is flowing, and the sun is slowly shifting.
However, everyone in the river, whether angry or not, fell silent.
After a long time, the tall swordsman held his sword and walked towards the blind man through the river.
"Where's Master, Zhang Xiaoyu? It's me, Chen Huaifeng, who made some mistakes, but where is Master?"
The blind man may be speechless.
However, when the sword fell, he still raised the sword in his hand.
Only this time, the person who retreated and stumbled all the way to the river bank was Zhang Xiaoyu.
So far, the two of them have never used any sword intention or vitality. They are like two human swordsmen, holding the sword and chopping with an instinctive posture.
The sound of swords was loud and clear.
The sword kept coming down, and the sword cultivator in white just kept moving back with his sword sideways.
"You had no choice in losing to Li Shi. It is known to the whole world that you had to go. But when you sent that sword into the years, did you also have no choice at that time?"
The tall swordsman raised his sword and struck it with sword after sword. No one who saw it would say it was a good sword.
It just feels rude, clumsy and barbaric.
"If it's going to rain and everyone breaks the embankment, there's nothing you can do about it, Zhang Xiaoyu. But if you cut off the embankment and drown people, whose fault is it?"
"Why did you keep silent about what you brought from Shanheguan?"
"I have blood on my clothes and I feel guilty, but Zhang Xiaoyu, you don't even dare to ask about your own heart, what kind of face do you have to say such things here?"
The slashing sword finally carried the sword's intention.
But the sword that had been lying in front of him also began to sweep away such a fierce existence.
Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly deflected Chen Huaifeng's sword with a sword, and stood there holding the sword, panting for a long time.
"enough."
Such a sentence is not angry, it is very calm, but there is a slight tremor.
The lips and teeth of the swordsman in white seemed to be trembling, and the hand hanging down while holding the sword was also trembling.
Chen Huaifeng stopped, holding his sword and looking deeply at the blind man not far in front of him.
"So what's the answer?"
Zhang Xiaoyu clenched the sword in his hand, stood up straight, raised his head, and blew the wind with a hint of haste.
"Because he's the one who deserves to die."
Maybe that person was his master after all.
So the sword cultivator in white added a word.
It’s called should.
When such a sentence falls to the world.
Everything fell silent.
The spring breeze is gone, the river full of sword wind sweeps across the world, and the wind and rain come from behind.
The tall sword cultivator let go of the sword in his hand, turning into sword light and swimming around him. On the river beach, wind and rain sword intent flowed across the river.
"please."
Often said politely.
It's all a matter of life and death.
The last scene that the child squatting in the grass saw was the sword light overflowing in the world and being swallowed up by the mountains and rivers.
The child stood up in a daze, knocked over the wine bottle beside him, and looked around.
The river was turbulent and the beach was messy, but the two people could no longer be seen.
...
There was a Taoist from the north walking quietly in a small town in the East China Sea, as if taking a leisurely stroll, but looking at the world from time to time.
There are many traumas in the East China Sea.
This is naturally the case along the way.
Jiang Shanxue looked around quietly, perhaps thinking that he didn't know how long it would take for the world that had been beaten into a mess by those two people to return to its original appearance.
For example, on a certain long street in the town, there is an extremely deep sword mark left by the sword intent that overflowed into the world one night.
When the Taoist walked by, the Taoist charm spread subconsciously around him to resist the erosion of such sword intent.
Although the peaceful sword intent is also sharp and cold, it is never so violent and chilling.
Jiang Shanxue stopped quietly next to the sword mark, and the surviving people in the town avoided such a sword intention from a distance.
So it was naturally extremely unexpected for such a Taoist to appear there.
Someone kindly advised him to stay away, but the Taoist just shook his head slowly.
The meaning of the sword intention has become much lighter.
Some things always die slowly over the years.
Not just people, but stories too.
When the sword marks fade away, and when time goes further, the world will no longer think of the story of that night in the East China Sea so deeply.
So there is peace in the world.
But couldn't the world of the past be peaceful?
I was worried that the high-rise building would collapse, so I demolished the high-rise building in advance.
Maybe it's reasonable.
It's just that such a Taoist can't understand why such a decisive method is used.
Is it just for some so-called warnings?
Everyone in the world always has their own ideas.
One cannot know everything.
He who knows everything is not human.
Jiang Shanxue stood there quietly, but at a certain moment he suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.
No matter how well you do things that are polite to human beings, they will leave traces in the end.
In today's East China Sea, what kind of two sword cultivators would fight?
The story is naturally clear.
This is also the purpose of Jiangshan Xuelai.
Although he adhered to Bai Yuyao's teachings, he tried his best not to think about or read those stories.
It's just as the woman said.
Chen Huaifeng could not die in the hands of that white-robed swordsman at a time like this.
Jiang Shanxue sighed softly.
Zhang Xiaoyu, Zhang Xiaoyu.
This is indeed a bastard.
But he is indeed a troublesome bastard.
Just like his senior brothers - every senior brother is.
The Taoist left the town peacefully and headed towards such a human world.
...
Some people are coming towards the East China Sea, and naturally some people are leaving the East China Sea.
When sword cultivators were fighting on a certain river bank in that world, someone stood on some distant mountains where the sword spirit was still left, and quietly looked at this vast and lonely world.
From time to time, sword light flashes across the human world.
They were the people from the East China Sea Sword Sect who fled away at the beginning, and then hurriedly returned to this homeland after the story ended, and worked with the world to clean up their old land.
In such a place, no one probably thought that such a thing would happen after a thousand years of peace.
Even in the troubled times before the establishment of the Gale Dynasty, this vast area radiated from that high cliff was a very rare peaceful place in the world.
only.
The woman carrying a green peach-branch sword stood there quietly, thinking about the things that had happened in the past year.
However, after Qiu Shui's death, such a high cliff in the world may indeed come to an end from the world's sight.
This may be a sad thing - Mojian Cliff, the only remaining place among the four major cultivation places in the world, is slowly disappearing from the world.
Whether fate is like this, Cong Xin doesn't know.
But history is like this.
That's how the years go.
There will be new beings that represent the height of the human world that will emerge over the years.
That wouldn't be the Human Sword Sect.
Cong Xin was very calm and thought calmly.
When Cong Zhongxiao died in the East China Sea, Cong Ren also died in the East China Sea.
This sword sect, which has prospered and developed for thousands of years, will naturally move downwards.
Cong Xin looked there quietly for a long time, then turned around and rode on the Prime Minister's Feixian.
Come as you go.
Nothing was taken away except a handful of dust.
