The woman in white holding the Snow White Sword appeared in the small town at the foot of Qingtian Road Mountain.
The arrival of such a Nine-fold Sword Cultivator, even from Qingtian Dao, naturally needs to be taken seriously.
At the edge of the small town at the foot of the mountain, the old Taoist Qingtian Taoist had been waiting for a long time, but probably not as long as a few springs and autumns.
The town was quite peaceful.
When Xie Chunxue walked through this small human town, she felt quite sighing.
The South has become a pot of porridge, but the North is safe and sound.
Even the chaos of the demon clan did not have any huge impact on the north of the human world.
After all, the south is looking at Nanyi City, and the north is looking at Huaidu.
Nanyi City is in a mess, and the south will naturally not be peaceful.
Xie Chunxue walked through the town with her sword in her hand and appeared at the foot of the mountain.
The old Taoist was by the clear stream where the snow in the mountains and rivers was waiting for Chen Huaifeng.
"Senior, why did you come to Qingtian Road?"
Xie Chunxue stood with his sword behind his back, and did not answer such a question. Instead, he chuckled and mentioned the title in that sentence.
"You and I are both cultivators of Jiudie, so why should we be called seniors?"
The old Taoist calmly raised his palms and saluted.
"I was a senior back then, and I am still a senior now."
If Xie Chunxue and Xie Chaoyu didn't have that level of identity, they probably wouldn't be called seniors.
Xie Chunxue sighed and said, "According to this, wouldn't you, Qingtian Dao Bai Yuyao, also want to call me senior?"
The old Taoist said slowly: "If the master is willing to call me senior, then of course he is senior. What's more, the Human Sword Sect once helped Qingtian Dao to eliminate civil strife, and it was also due to the help of seniors. That's all it should be."
Xie Chunxue said softly: "But my coming here today is not a good deed."
The old Taoist just made way to go up the mountain and said politely: "Please."
Whether it is good or not is not important.
Xie Chunxue carried her sword and left.
The story of a hundred years ago created the extremely peaceful situation of Qingtian Road today.
Probably the only change in recent years is that the aroma of tea gradually fills the temple.
Xie Chunxue walked on the path beside the green Taoist temples and said slowly: "It seems that the temple owner was really serious about letting the wolfberry sword enter the temple."
The old Taoist smiled softly and said, "Of course I am serious."
Xie Chunxue said as if he was joking: "What about fishing?"
The old Taoist thought about it seriously and said, "Maybe."
Xie Chunxue turned around and glanced at the old Taoist beside him in surprise, but didn't say anything and just continued to move forward.
Outside the forest, a disciple of Xunmei Realm was sitting making tea. When he saw the two of them, he saluted politely.
"Uncle, senior."
It was naturally impossible for those young disciples to know Xie Chunxue, but it was obvious that the person who could be welcomed by the uncle of the former Qingtian Taoist master would naturally not be an ordinary sword cultivator.
Xie Chunxue nodded seriously in return, walked to the side again, looked at the pot of boiling tea, and said, "How about letting me have a taste too?"
The disciple was obviously hesitant, not because he was reluctant, but because he had just started to learn how to make tea, so he was probably worried that it would not be done well.
However, after seeing the promise in the one eye of the old Taoist beside him, the disciple sincerely lifted the teapot, poured a cup on the low table beside him, and then presented it to Xie Chunxue.
"Senior, please."
Xie Chunxue took the cup of tea, stood by the forest, sipped it, and then said with a soft smile: "It's really good."
Probably because he was praised, the disciple became excited and said sincerely: "Senior, you are so complimentary."
Although what he said was ridiculous, his expression was full of pride.
The old Taoist said softly: "Senior, do you also like to drink tea?"
Xie Chunxue smiled calmly and said: "I only love fishing. As for tea, as long as I can drink it, it is naturally good. After all, sometimes sitting for a day will inevitably make your mouth dry. If there is no tea, I will take a sip of lake water. .”
The disciple's excitement faded visibly.
But Xie Chunxue turned to look at him and said, "But your tea is really good."
The disciple's face looked better again, but he was probably not as excited as before.
The old Taoist and Xie Chunxue continued walking.
It wasn't until after the back mountain that the aroma of tea in the temple gradually faded away.
The old Taoist stopped on the mountain road leading to Shan Yao Ju Dahu, but looked at Xie Chunxue again and asked: "So, why did you come to Qingtian Tao, senior?"
Xie Chunxue still did not directly answer such a question, but said softly: "Did Your Majesty know that Bai He and Beitai rebelled with 300,000 Qingjia?"
The old Taoist was silent for a while, stretched his hand forward, looked at Xie Chunxue and said, "Please."
Naturally, this woman in white is not here for Qingtian Dao.
It was a human emperor who stayed in the temple to recuperate.
Xie Chunxue nodded, then walked along the mountain road with his sword, and then stopped at the big lake reflecting the April sky amidst the gradually subdued sound of the piano.
On the other side of the lake, there is a woman sitting and playing the harp, and there is also an emperor sitting and healing his wounds.
The whole lake is full of swordsmanship and Taoism.
The woman in white stopped by the lake and saluted with her sword.
"Xie Chunxue, the Human Sword Sect, has met the master uncle and the master of the temple."
So what happened to the seniors? After all, it was just a joke.
Although Bai Yuyao is a junior, he is still one of the three views in the world. He is a Taoist cultivator on the 12th floor of the great road. Even if Xie Chunxue is the great-grandmother of a certain Taoist, he will naturally not call himself a senior.
Bai Yuyao sat in front of Shanyao, raised his head and said with a soft smile: "Yangchun Sword Xie Chunxue, if you hadn't turned into a demon too early, maybe I would have called you senior."
Xie Chunxue smiled slightly.
"A living junior is naturally better than a dead senior."
Xie Chunxue was a disciple of the Sword Sect two hundred years ago. He was one of the three young swordsmen at that time. If he had not turned into a demon so early and given up his talent as a human being, he would probably be a being above the Nine Layers.
It's just that if you don't transform into a demon, then naturally you won't see such a woman holding a sword of white snow in the human world for one thousand and four years.
Matters of choice are naturally ubiquitous in the human world.
Bai Yuyao chuckled softly, stood up, folded his hands in front of his belly, looked at Xie Chunxue and said, "So what is Yangchun Sword doing at Qingtian Dao?"
The smile on Xie Chunxue's face gradually disappeared and she looked at the black-robed emperor surrounded by sword intent by the lake.
"There are some things that I don't understand, so I came to ask my uncle."
Kamigawa still sat there, saying nothing.
Bai Yuyao also looked at the human emperor, and then said softly: "What do you want to ask?"
There was silence in Shanju Dahu for a long time. After a long time, Xie Chunxue said softly: "Master, what did that sword strike mean?"
Bai Yuyao said softly: "Which sword?"
Xie Chunxue looked deeply at the emperor.
"A line in the world."
If there were those fights in the East China Sea, all the people in the world would see from a distance would be the flowing sword intent and the falling sword light.
But such a sword was so powerful that the whole world turned their attention to it. Even Yao Ji, who was far away in Huangliang, used the water of the Styx to turn into a barrier, covering the entire Huangliang. .
At this point, the emperor who was sitting quietly by the lake finally slowly opened his eyes and looked at Xie Chunxue calmly.
"What do you think is wrong?"
Xie Chunxue said calmly: "We all know who your majesty is. Maybe the world will criticize your majesty because of the incident in heaven, but how can your majesty be the one to use such a sword?"
The world hangs on a thread and depends on a single thought.
If the young man's wine gourd hadn't appeared in front of that sword, the vast human world from the East China Sea to Luming would have been deserted.
Kamigawa looked at Xie Chunxue calmly for a long time, and then said calmly: "When we were in the East China Sea, Cong Ren once said a sentence, which is - but I am just a human being, not a dream. There is nothing that the world can do that I can't What did he do? He, Cong Ren, is a human being but not a dream, and so am I. He dared to smash the East China Sea, so why can’t I smash the human world to pieces? Right or wrong, after all, it’s a matter of a thought. Today, I am a good person, and I can be a bad person tomorrow. "
Xie Chunxue looked at the emperor by the lake for a long time, and then said calmly: "I don't believe it."
Kamigawa said calmly: "It's up to you whether you believe it or not."
The emperor calmly closed his eyes again.
Bai Yuyao smiled slightly and looked at the woman in white by the lake.
"Is there anything else you want to ask?"
Xie Chunxue was silent for a long time, then bowed with his sword and said softly: "No more, thank you, Master."
Bai Yuyao said softly: "You don't have it anymore, but I do."
Xie Chunxue quietly looked at the woman coming towards the bridge in the lake. Under the plain robe, her bare feet were looming.
It wasn't until he arrived in front of Xie Chunxue that the twelve-layer Taoist cultivator who was always weak and taking medicine stopped with a lot of strong Taoist rhyme, and said slowly: "Since you know that His Majesty will be here, you should know , the Human Sword Sect has gone to Huaidu, Qingtian Dao cannot sit idly by and ignore it, even if you have many Dao sword cultivators, you may not be able to escape unscathed in a place like Huaidu, so why bother?"
Xie Chunxue was silent for a while and said softly: "If I were a disciple of the Sword Sect with a history of 100 years, maybe I could stop them, but I am a disciple of the Sword Sect with a history of 800 years. I can't control them."
There are no disciples of Dafengli who have survived for a hundred years in the Human Sword Sect.
The thing about shemales requires an extremely long process of acceptance.
In the first few hundred years, even among the human sword sects, no sword cultivator chose to transform into a demon.
There will be no demon cultivators entering the Sword Sect.
In other words, if Xie Chunxue's realm was higher, she could stop them.
Just like when Lingnan went to see Chen Huaifeng and Mei Xiyu.
To achieve a high level and live a long life, there must be one who can do it.
Bai Yuyao sighed and said slowly: "So everything ended up falling into the fate imagined by some people, didn't it?"
Xie Chunxue said softly: "This is your Majesty's choice."
"It doesn't matter whose choice it is. The fact that the world has reached this point just shows that they may be right."
Xie Chunxue didn't say anything else, and neither did Bai Yuyao. They just looked at the female swordsman in front of him for a long time.
After a long time, the master of the Qingtian Taoist Temple calmed down those emotions, laughed softly, reached out his sleeve and took out a very delicate wooden box, and handed it to Xie Chunxue.
The woman in white holding the sword of white snow looked at the box with confusion, but it wasn't until she saw the word "囍" on it that she realized what it was, and her cheeks turned a little crimson.
"If the senior dips again, the junior will always have some ideas." Bai Yuyao smiled slightly. "Inside is a piece of tea cake that I fried myself a few days ago."
In this story, Bai Yuyao is a junior.
Xie Chunxue took the box, and it did have some fragrance of tea.
"Of course, it's just some tea leaves, which is a bit disrespectful, so after thinking about it, I put some more things in it."
Bai Yuyao continued.
Xie Chunxue asked curiously: "What is it?"
"A paper."
"A paper?"
"The page His Majesty tore out from the "Collection of Supplementary Records of the Human World"." Bai Yuyao said softly, "It contains many omissions that the Tiangong Division has made over the past thousand years. Now it is just right to use this matter to return it to One door is missing.”
Xie Chunxue looked solemn and sincerely saluted Bai Yuyao.
"Thank you, Master."
The status of "Supplementary Records of the Human World" in the human world is naturally not as good as "Five Thousand Words of the Green Ox".
However, such a book, in which the Taoist sage personally explored and interpreted the Tao in those days, has far more meaning than the five thousand words in the current world where the Tao is flourishing.
The loss of any page is a huge loss.
What's more, if it can be torn off by Kamigawa himself, it will naturally hide many secrets.
Bai Yuyao smiled slightly and said: "You're welcome, there are just some things I need to remind senior."
"Master, please speak."
Bai Yuyao stood in the April wind, her Taoist robes being blown wildly. This woman in a plain skirt, who looked extremely weak in the wind, stretched out a hand and touched the box.
"I hope senior can tell my senior brother to think carefully about everything."
"The way for people to become immortals lies in this."
Xie Chunxue suddenly opened her eyes wide. All the noise in the world at this moment was probably nothing compared to the extremely gentle and calm words of this weak woman.
The woman in white stood there in a daze for a long time, then very carefully put the small box into her arms and bowed again.
"Thank you."
After the woman in white finished speaking, she glanced at the emperor who was sitting quietly by the lake with his eyes closed, then turned around and left without any hesitation.
All the stories in the world are probably no longer important to Xie Chunxue at this moment.
It wasn't until Xie Chunxue turned into sword light and left that Bai Yuyao, who was standing at the end of the bridge, withdrew his gaze and turned towards Shanyao's small residence.
The woman in plain robes stopped in front of Shanyao Hall, sat down again, and raised her hand to press the strings of the piano. However, there was no sound of the piano for a long time. After a long time, this world's three views One of the women said softly: "Taoist Saint Li Queyi truly lives up to his name."
The woman smiled softly and looked at the lakeside emperor with infinitely soft eyes.
"Of course, so does Your Majesty."
Perhaps the same is true for Tiangong Division.
...
Ming Mayfly kept coughing, and his eyebrows were covered with wind and snow. He looked at the white-clothed monk on the opposite side of the mountain pass, and then looked at the man walking in the mist of wind and snow, and said slowly: "This man Are you the master’s destined person?”
Master Jiaolu just sat there quietly, while the monk in white sat in the wind and snow, naturally looking extremely ethereal.
"No, that's Zhuang Baiyi's destined person."
Ming Yuyu wanted to raise his eyebrows, but he didn't, so he remembered that his eyebrows had been smashed by the monk a long time ago.
So he raised his eyebrows and looked sad.
But this Nanchu wizard was not sad, he just sat there resigned to his fate.
Even though they had already thought that something might happen.
It's just that this change is so big that it seems like a joke.
Buddhism has been disappearing for thousands of years, but you have such a powerful monk coming out?
Ming Mayfly turned her head and looked at the snowy land to the west. I don’t know where Zhuang Baiyi, the sword cultivator of the Human Sword Sect, has gone now.
The only hope for the two of them probably lies in whether the black-robed sword cultivator can find one of the four former training places.
When the Nanchu wizard turned around, the figure in the snow was already very close. It was a sword cultivator.
Ming Yuying was a little surprised when he saw that person.
Because he has seen this person before.
Back in Nanyi City, there was such a person among the sword cultivators at the top of Nanyi City.
South German song.
The oldest disciple in the Jianzong Garden.
The cultivation level of the Nine Realms of Xiao Dao is naturally very high in the human world. After all, he is a sword cultivator in the upper realm.
It's just that this is a very ordinary realm between the two people on the snowy mountain pass.
This sword cultivator, who had been thinking for a long time under the bamboo forest cliff, finally figured out that his senior sister was eager to marry him off. After making a deal with the young Taoist in the lake, using his senior sister as a bargaining chip, , successfully obtained the whereabouts of Zhuang Baiyi, so he walked through the three-month world in the wind and rain, heading towards such a windy and snowy place.
But when he saw the two people on the cliff, the thirty-six-year-old swordsman was obviously stunned.
Although he had never seen Ming Mayfly, it was obvious that he was a Southern Chu spirit shaman, so he could guess some of his identity.
At the beginning, the four great spirit wizards of Huangliang went to Nanyi City together. In the end, Chennu died in the hands of Young Master Wubei, and Young Master Wubei died in the hands of Zhang Xiaoyu. Shuhe left the scene, and only Ming Mayfly's whereabouts were unknown, but It turned out that I was an unlucky person by coming here.
Nan Dequ saw the miserable situation of Ming Mayfly and subconsciously looked at the monk in white on the opposite cliff, so he could naturally understand what the situation was.
The Nine Realm Sword Cultivator bowed to the monk sincerely.
"Nande Qu, the human sword sect, has met the master."
Although it has always been said in the world that Buddhism has disappeared for a long time, just such a monk appears in front of you, and there is nothing unimaginable in Nan Dequ.
The monk sat on the cliff and sang the Buddha's name.
"Amitabha, this poor monk is here and has been waiting for a long time."
Nan Dequ was stunned for a moment.
Then I saw the monk smiling slightly and saying, "Donor, can you do me a favor?"
Nan Dequ hesitated for a moment, and then said softly: "Master, please speak."
The monk raised his hand and turned it into a palm knife, cut off his own ears and threw them to the sword cultivator under the cliff.
"Take it and find the sword cultivator in Zhuang Baiyi."
Nan Dequ looked down at the pair of ears that were so cold that they fell into his hands, and then sighed and said, "It seems that the master already knew why this junior came."
The monk just chuckled.
So the swordsman continued to go west with his ears without any excuse.
Ming Mayfly watched the figure disappear into the wind and snow, and then looked at the monk on the other side of the cliff.
"Why is the master smiling so happily?"
"Amitabha, because my ears don't hurt anymore."
"..."
No butt, no butt pain.
So it makes sense that without ears there would be no earache.
