The child stood there in a daze, probably unwilling to give up, so he picked up a stone and walked cautiously towards the river beach.
It stopped at the place where the two disappeared, and the small town child still found nothing.
Those two people seemed to have disappeared just like that.
The child held the stone in his hand tightly, stood there blankly, and looked up to the sky.
Have they gone to heaven?
The child thought blankly.
However, there is only the late spring sunshine in the sky, with a gradually cooling warmth falling down.
The child covered his eyes and watched for a long time, but he did not see the sword light falling towards the world like that night.
It is a very long process to establish the world's trust in practitioners.
For example, there is a long-standing principle of not deceiving young people and being courteous to others.
It is extremely simple to break such trust.
At least in the East China Sea, when the world looked up and saw some sword lights, it was no longer as peaceful as usual.
Fortunately, the child did not see it.
But when he lowered his head again, he was startled again.
Because by the river beach, a Taoist priest had been standing at some point.
The Taoist was very young, wearing a blue and white Taoist robe, looking down at the river.
"Who are you?"
The child stepped back warily.
Jiang Shanxue turned back, looked at the Donghai child quietly, thought for a moment, and said, "I am a crooked person. I heard that there is a kid here. Come here and catch him to eat."
The children ran away in fear.
This time, he stopped squatting in the grass in the distance and ran all the way towards the town.
Jiang Shanxue stood there and chuckled, watching the little figure run away, then turned back and looked at the river seriously.
He could feel the sword intent and Taoist charm nearby.
It's just that he is not a very high-level Taoist cultivator. Like Mei Xiyu, Chen Huaifeng and others, they are only four stacks.
Of course, it is difficult to break open some isolated human worlds at will and get in.
After all, not everyone can master a sword beyond their own abilities by constantly stacking swords like the people of Huang Liang Jianyuan.
Jiang Shanxue frowned and looked there for a long time, and then looked into the distance, confirming that the little kid had really gone very far, and then a Taoist aura overflowed from the divine sea and filled the river. side.
As the Taoist rhyme flows, many Taoist texts also emerge along the entire late spring river.
Jiang Shanxue stood there quietly, and as the entire small river outside the town turned into a river-like existence, countless faint sword marks were revealed.
The Taoist text was flowing in the eyes of this young Taoist, as if he was looking for a path that he could follow.
Until a certain moment, a Dao Wen with half a character cut off by the sword's will appeared in front of Jiang Shanxue.
The Taoist who came from Qingtian Dao stepped forward, raised his hand and touched the Taoist inscription, and a windy road of mountains and rivers emerged in front of the Taoist.
Of course Jiang Shanxue is from Qingtian Dao.
It's just that it doesn't know when the moon will come in the blue sky.
But the great road is like the blue sky, and I alone cannot reach it.
The curtain leading to the great road that separates the human world comes from the Taoist evolution of the ancient Qingtian Tao.
Jiang Shanxue breathed a sigh of relief and turned into Daofeng and went towards it.
Just the next moment, the expression of the Taoist who came in a hurry changed, he raised his hand to seal the secret, his Tao rhyme flowed around him, and the Taoist inscriptions all over the river came towards him.
In the wind and rain mountains and rivers.
Suddenly a sword came.
...
The last time Chen Huaifeng saw Zhang Xiaoyu's mountains and rivers was many years ago.
At that time, this Taoist man broke out from Shanhe Temple, came all the way to the south, and entered the Sword Sect to learn swordsmanship.
The master is lazy. As a senior brother, Chen Huaifeng inevitably has to supervise his junior brothers.
Jiang Hehai was joking with this Taoist junior brother at that time.
Asked him if he was not good at Taoism and was kicked out, so he came here to learn swordsmanship.
Zhang Xiaoyu only said seriously that he studied very well, and there were very few people who studied as well as him.
Jiang Hehai didn't believe it, so Zhang Xiaoyu summoned the mountains and rivers in his body.
Although the mountains and rivers at that time were not yet perfect, as a young Taoist who had not yet reached the age of twenty, it was naturally worthy of admiration.
It was also at that time that they knew that although Zhang Xiaoyu was a junior brother, he had already reached the seventh realm of the minor path.
That fish named Zhang Xiaoyu stayed in Jianzong until he was twenty-five years old. He was in the seventh realm of the minor path and seemed to have made no progress at all.
However, only Chen Huaifeng and the others knew that he just didn't want to break the mirror or shake the Taoist fruit.
This tall sword surrounded by a sword full of sword intent is standing in such a mountain and river. Even if there is anger and hatred in my heart, I have to sigh at the way of cultivation of such a junior disciple.
The blindfolded sword cultivator in white stood on the bank of a distant river, but he bent down and took some time to wash his sword by the river.
Chen Huaifeng looked at the junior brother who was far away quietly, without saying anything, he raised his hand and grabbed the sword technique.
Then a curtain of wind and rain fell down the mountains and rivers.
In the wind and rain, there was a cold light that traveled thousands of miles and disappeared in an instant.
The sword light swept across, it might as well be a big river.
Zhang Xiaoyu, who was washing his sword by the river, suddenly turned around. The mountain and river sword that had originally fallen into the long river was lifted out of the water. It met with the cold light. The sword light was bright all over the river, and then dissipated.
The sword that came with the sword intention of wind and rain was directly cut away by the sword of the young man in white by the river, and kept spinning back and forth, falling into the distance.
Chen Huaifeng's expression did not change. Such a junior who was already in the Seventh Level of the Small Dao when he entered the Sword Sect, he naturally knew how powerful he was.
A sword intent fell towards the mountains and rivers of the world, pulling the sword back.
To go and come back again is to return to the moon.
However, Zhang Xiaoyu was not surprised.
With such a sword, he would naturally know how to do it.
All disciples of the Human Sword Sect can do it.
Because these are some of the most basic sword styles from Senior Brother Jueli from Mojianya.
The sword in white stood by the river. He turned around to avoid the sword, and then raised the long sword in front of him. Dao Wen's sword intention fell on the sword body, and countless mountains and rivers surrounded the long sword.
It turned into countless cold lights and dispersed into the human world together.
The spring tide brings rain in a hurry, and there is no boat crossing the wild crossing.
It's just that the thing that hit him was not a boat, but a sword.
Among the mountains and rivers of heaven and earth, the sword of mountains and rivers cuts across.
The awe-inspiring power of Daohai's five layers was blessed on the sword, and even the curtains of wind and rain falling on the world began to sway.
Chen Huaifeng looked solemn, raised his hand to catch the folded sword, and recovered the sword intention in front of him, but it went away with a move of cloud breaking, moon breaking and rain breaking.
The two met boldly in the distant mountains and rivers.
Whether it is the Mountain and River Sword or the Senior Brother Sword, the sword is filled with green fire, and the great river in the world has also been cut with a clear cut by the sword's intention. The waves are stopped, like a cliff hanging in the river.
The sound of swords resounded throughout the mountains and rivers.
Chen Huaifeng was shaken by the sword, and his face was a little pale. He just looked at Zhang Xiaoyu opposite, but Chen Huaifeng was also stunned for a moment.
Under the eyebands of the white-clothed sword cultivator, there was a little blood overflowing, the corners of his lips were bloody, and his robes were also beginning to be stained with blood.
If Chen Huaifeng still came here because of the demon clan's affairs, he might sigh, look at this devastated junior brother walking in the world, and warn him why he should do this.
However, when I heard the news of Cong Ren's death, some things were destined to cease to exist.
All that was left was silence.
The sword cultivator, whose old injuries had recurred, let out a groan, then let go of one hand and pinched the Tao Jue.
It's the word tactic for soldiers.
Countless words rose from the mountains and rivers, breaking through the wind and rain, and were imprinted on the sword cultivator in white.
The blood color slowly disappeared with a momentum visible to the naked eye.
At the same time, the sword intent that was originally weakened due to injuries became extremely powerful in an instant. The sword intent on the Shanhe Sword was so powerful that it directly drove Chen Huaifeng away.
The tall sword cultivator was struck by countless sword intentions and vitality, and fell into the mountains and rivers below him.
It's just that Zhang Xiaoyu obviously didn't let such a senior brother go.
The Mountain River Sword in his hand dragged the sword intention, like an arrow from the string, and shot at the fallen senior brother extremely quickly.
Chen Huaifeng's expression changed, and in the momentum of his fall, he suddenly turned into sword light and disappeared in the windy mountains and rivers.
A line of mountains and rivers was all chopped into pieces in that sword.
In such a separated human world, naturally there is no need to worry.
Chen Huaifeng's figure appeared on the green mountains in the distance, standing with a sword in hand, breathing slightly.
Zhang Xiaoyu raised his hand and retracted his sword, and the brief blessing of the nine-character mantra disappeared in an instant.
Those injuries resurfaced on such a sword cultivator.
The white swordsman stood in the wind and rain, letting the wind and rain cut his body with the curtains. He just raised his head and calmly faced Chen Huaifeng.
"I know you really want to kill me, senior brother."
The bloody face of this white-clothed sword cultivator looked calm, and so did his tone.
Only the long sword in his hand did not stop, and he sent it out with one stroke, slashing towards the green mountain again.
"It's just a pity that you have missed the best opportunity."
What's the best time?
It was November of the year 103 of the Gale Calendar.
Zhang Xiaoyu was seriously injured by Chen Qingshan and almost died there, but he was lucky enough to leave.
The two of them once passed each other under Lingnan.
Then Chen Huaifeng also thought of that twilight and snowy day.
Life is similar everywhere, it should be like a flying dragon stepping on snow and mud.
Occasionally, there are fingers and claws left on the mud, and Hongfei is counting the things.
The old monk has died and a new pagoda has been built. There is no way to see the old inscriptions if the walls are broken.
Do you still remember the rugged past? The road was long, people were trapped, and donkeys neighed.
Chen Huaifeng stood there calmly.
Maybe it's what he said at the beginning.
Looking from front to back, everything is uncertain.
No one knows what they might miss after a calm snowy day.
The sword cultivator stood up straight on the green mountain, with his sword across the side, and said calmly: "It's the same now."
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled softly.
"It's different."
Chen Huaifeng frowned and his eyes subconsciously fell on Zhang Xiaoyu's hand.
That's an extremely weird trick.
It’s not like Tao tactics, it’s not like sword tactics, it’s not like Buddhist tactics.
However, just such a weird trick made Chen Huaifeng's expression change.
"The Sword of Cause and Effect."
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "Yes, this is a very short sword cause and effect."
Chen Huaifeng's body flashed and turned into sword light, trying to block the sword.
However, such a sword disappeared into the years in an instant.
Chen Huaifeng stopped in a daze above the wind and rain mountains and rivers.
"Where did that sword go?"
The tall senior brother looked at the white-clothed sword cultivator not far away with great anger and slashed away with his sword.
The sword in white clothes transforms the mountains and rivers. The distance between the two instantly became extremely far.
"Senior brother is the cause, so who is the effect?"
Chen Huaifeng naturally didn't know who Guo was.
It was only when that sword returned suddenly in the years, with a touch of blood and blue-white Taoist robes on the sword, that Chen Huaifeng understood.
"Snow in the mountains and rivers."
The mountains and rivers everywhere are gradually falling into pieces.
The sword cultivator in white stood quietly in the distance and said extremely calmly: "Yes."
Chen Huaifeng stood there blankly.
All mountains and rivers are shattered.
Zhang Xiaoyu's figure disappeared quickly in the spring.
The tall swordsman looked at the pool of blood on the ground with a dull expression. The blood had traces and tracks.
So you can see how such a sword came suddenly.
It suddenly penetrated the body of a certain Taoist, and what kind of blood spurted out from the sword hole.
There are just some things that cannot be seen.
For example, why Jiangshan Snow appears here.
And why did Zhang Xiaoyu want to kill the young Taoist who had just stayed in the small town for the past few decades?
Jiangshan Snow is not on the river beach.
Chen Huaifeng's eyes fell on the late spring river.
There are ripples in the river, and some light blood is slowly dissolving.
The tall sword cultivator raised his eyes and glanced at the direction in which the white-clothed sword cultivator was going. After a little hesitation, he walked toward the river.
The river is gentle and late spring is long.
However, even if the sword cultivator transformed into sword light in the river and searched for ten miles up and down the river, he could not find any trace of such a Taoist.
Chen Huaifeng silently walked out from under the river, looked at the small towns scattered in the world, remained silent for a while, and headed towards those towns.
For the first time, this swordsman walked in such a gradually tilting spring day with great dejection.
Chen Huaifeng, have you ever done anything right in your life?
Killing Liu Sanyue, letting Young Master Wubei go, blaming Qingtian Dao for the Lingnan incident, and then the current Jiangshanxue incident.
He no longer knows.
.......
Zhang Xiaoyu's figure turned into sword light and fled for dozens of miles in an instant. Then, in a state of despair, he suddenly fell down and landed on a rock. Then he turned over with difficulty, coughing blood. .
As long as there is life, there must be death.
Nothing in this world comes out of thin air.
Zhang Xiaoyu, who had been seriously injured in the story of coming all the way, naturally made those injuries more serious after forcibly activating the Bing Zi Jue.
If Chen Huaifeng had followed Jiang Shanxue regardless of his whereabouts, perhaps such a swordsman in white would really have died in the East China Sea.
It's a pity that the Nine-Character Mantra has been lost in the human world for a long time. Even people from the Taoist sect may not understand it, let alone such a southern swordsman.
Zhang Xiaoyu kept coughing up blood for a long time, and then he sat up with difficulty holding on to the rock. Then he pulled out the Mountain River Sword. The sword's intention and sword fire flowed together, and he thrust the sword into his shoulder.
There was the latest injury left by Cong Xin's sword.
Although the sword deflected away at the beginning.
However, in the end, many mixed sword intentions were left in this sword cultivator's body.
The sword intention of the Peach Branch Sword comes from many sources.
For example, the inclined bridge, the smile in the bush, the sword in the bush, and even the sword intention left by Zhang Xiaoyu when he entered the avenue by the bridge.
As those sword intentions sank into his shoulders, the injuries left by the sword finally slowly healed.
Zhang Xiaoyu slowly pulled out his sword from his shoulder, but before the sword cultivator in white could calm down for a moment, he suddenly slashed somewhere in the spring breeze with his sword.
There was a loud sound.
A black robe with gold patterns appeared in the green mountains, holding the mountain and river sword in his hand, and threw it back towards Zhang Xiaoyu.
"It is worthy of being one of the three contemporary swords."
Zhang Xiaoyu caught his Shanhe Sword, stroked the cracks on the blade, remained silent for a while, and said softly: "People from Heavenly Prison?"
Under the black robe with gold patterns, there was the face of an ordinary middle-aged man with a calm expression. He stood not far away and looked at the sword cultivator in white quietly.
"Heavenly Prison Eastern Dispatcher, Fang Wenyu."
Naturally, not all Heavenly Prison dispatchers are people like Di Qianjun.
Just like what Zhu Xi said at the beginning, there are many sword sects around Lingnan, plus the Liuyun sword sect and the human sword sect are both there, the heavenly prison is restricted everywhere, and the southern dispatcher is naturally an extremely thankless role. .
Although there is a high cliff in the East China Sea, the high cliff is irrelevant to world affairs, so it is naturally irrelevant.
The Heavenly Prison dispatcher who appeared in front of Zhang Xiaoyu was a Taoist cultivator with a very high level.
This is what Zhang Xiaoyu saw in the cracks on the sword.
Although the sword cultivator is strong, his body is naturally weak compared to that of a Taoist.
Being able to hold the mountain and river swords with some cracks, naturally it cannot be a sword cultivator.
The white-clothed swordsman sat beside the rock and was silent for a long time, then slowly said: "Why are you here, sir?"
Fang Wenyu stood under the spring breeze and green mountains, with his hands behind his hands, looking towards the world, and said calmly: "Before your Majesty leaves the East China Sea, let me ask you..."
"Is that enough?"
Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly raised his head.
Even though such a swordsman has long been accustomed to seeing people from the wind, when faced with certain things, he will still make subconscious actions like everyone else.
In late spring, under the green mountains of the East China Sea, there was a long silence.
After a long time, the white-clothed swordsman finally said slowly: "What if it's not enough?"
Fang Wenyu turned back and looked at the sword cultivator quietly.
Zhang Xiaoyu's hand gradually moved towards the hilt of the sword.
However, this man from Heavenly Hell smiled softly, turned around and walked towards the green mountains.
"It doesn't matter if it's not enough."
The sudden appearance of the Heavenly Hell dispatcher slowly left on the mountain road.
"I have a relatively good relationship with the Lord Attendant. Then I'll pretend I haven't found you."
Zhang Xiaoyu sat there for a long time, and the silhouetted figure in the green mountain gradually disappeared in the spring breeze.
The sword cultivator in white looked silently towards the north of the human world.
Clouds are in the sky.
Water in the bottle.
