The room was empty, but the Taoist who was originally placed by the window was missing.
Nan Dao walked into the room, and Yiao Zhou took out his sheath and surrounded him. His sword energy circulated around him. He searched everywhere, but found nothing. It was just that some things in the room seemed to have been knocked over. For example, Nan Dao The food box that I finished eating previously was originally placed on the table, but now it was turned over at the foot of the table.
Unsupported, You Chunshan sat at the door in a daze, looking at the two teenagers, probably not understanding what they were looking for.
Just when Lu Xiaoer was about to ask something, Nan Dao walked to the window, stretched out his head, and looked at the streets of the small town outside the inn.
The little boy also followed over and looked around.
But soon the two of them discovered some clues, and there were some blood stains on the ground.
Nan Dao may have guessed something, so he jumped out of the window with an umbrella and landed firmly on the long street outside. Lu Xiaoer originally wanted to follow him, but he just looked at the crooked You Chunshan there, thought about it, and stayed.
Nan Dao held an umbrella and followed the traces on the ground in the night to find it.
The bloodstains led all the way out of the town.
The night outside the town was not too dark. The stars were bright and the surrounding fields were vast.
The Taoist man kept coughing and stood there looking into the distance.
Hearing the footsteps behind him, the Taoist turned his head and saw the young man under the umbrella who was sheathing his sword.
The Taoist was not surprised, and neither was the young man.
The two looked at each other like this for a long time.
Then the Taoist turned his head again, looked at the human star field and said, "Did you save me?"
Nan Dao silently looked at the Taoist's ankles, which were a little high and low.
There is naturally much to see there.
For example, after the Taoist woke up, he actually jumped out of the window.
A Taoist who was supposed to be a cultivator of the Great Dao could hurt his ankle by jumping out of a window. Naturally, all his vitality was lost.
Perhaps it was caused by the sword intention left by Zhang Xiaoyu's sword in the Taoist's body.
Nan Dao looked at the Taoist for a long time, then looked at the Taoist's back and said, "Are you from Qingtian Tao?"
The Taoist covered his heart and coughed softly. He was probably very weak, so he sat down again among the flowers and grass paths outside the town.
"Yes."
The Taoist was probably laughing softly, and turned his head again, looking at the young man's appearance. He saw the sword from the umbrella, and finally landed on the young man's face.
"I heard that a very young and amazing swordsman appeared in the East China Sea recently."
The Taoist looked at the young man and smiled.
"I became a Taoist at the age of sixteen and walked in the snow. Maybe I will find plum blossoms soon. It should be you."
Nan Dao walked over, stopped beside the Taoist, and said softly: "Maybe so."
The Taoist's smile did not diminish, but became even stronger. He raised his hand and touched his heart.
"What's this Hangu Temple Taoism all about?"
Nan Dao said calmly: "I know a little bit."
The Taoist did not pursue the question, but turned his head and looked up at the sky.
"So we are still in the East China Sea?"
Nan Dao said calmly: "We are about to leave the East China Sea."
The Taoist said softly: "Then this is indeed not a good thing."
Nan Dao frowned and said, "Why?"
"Because if I leave alone, the world will think that I, Jiang Shanxue, am not a good person."
Although Nan Dao didn't understand what this meant, he also knew the name of this Qingtian Taoist.
Snow in the country.
For some reason, after hearing the surname Jiang, the young man subconsciously lowered his head and looked at one of his legs.
That was a leg that had been broken by a Qingtian Taoist named Jiang Juyu.
It's just that there probably won't be such a coincidence, the young man thought, it just happened that they all happened to be Qingtian Dao disciples.
Nan Dao wanted to say something else, but Jiang Shanxue kept coughing, then looked at the young man and said sincerely: "Do me a favor."
Nan Dao looked at him quietly without speaking.
The Taoist who was unconscious before the start of the battle said softly: "Help me find a sword cultivator or Taoist named Chen Huaifeng."
The young man was a little surprised, but he didn't show it. He just said in a deep voice: "What are you looking for him for?"
Jiang Shanxue sighed, stood up, walked towards the town, and said, "He is my senior brother, of course I need to find him."
Nan Dao didn't have time to say a good word.
Jiang Shanxue took two steps and then stood straight down.
The Taoist's bones were indeed hard, and the ground was slightly dented by the impact.
Nan Dao was silent for a while, but still carried Yiaozhou back behind him, then stepped forward and helped Jiang Shanxue, who had fallen into a coma again, up.
So maybe the Taoist suddenly jumped out of the window after he woke up, probably because he wanted to see where he was now.
When they returned to the inn, Lu Xiaoer and You Chunshan were waiting on the outer corridor.
Seeing Nan Dao bring back the still unconscious Taoist, he was probably a little confused.
"Falled and fainted again?"
"Probably, I just stayed awake for a while."
Lu Xiaoer was helpless. He looked at the dusty Taoist and said, "So why is this necessary?"
Nan Dao brought Jiang Shanxue into the room, and Lu Xiaoer also brought You Chunshan into the room who was talking nonsense.
"Uncle Master, did you ask about anything?"
Lu Xiaoer looked at the Taoist very curiously.
Nan Dao stood beside the Taoist and looked at him for a long time, and then said softly: "His name is Jiang Shanxue. He is indeed from Qingtian Dao. He probably came to Donghai to find Chen Huaifeng."
Lu Xiaoer was a little surprised.
This coincides with their thoughts.
"So we really need to find Uncle Chen." Lu Xiaoer said thoughtfully.
But the problem is, who knows where Chen Huaifeng is?
The two teenagers were lost in thought.
...
Although people in the East China Sea don't want to mention sword cultivation recently.
But Donghai Sword Cultivator is extremely active.
After all, Cong Ren died in a green mountain somewhere on this land, and the famous sword named Fang Cun was also missing.
If the Human Sword Sect was still dormant, they might not be so enthusiastic about it, but now many people know that the human disciples of the Human Sword Sect have all gone to Huaidu.
Although it is said that if you practice swordsmanship throughout your life, you must cultivate your own sword.
But that's a square inch.
Nan Yi's sword later fell into the hands of Hong Jinshan, and for some reason it became Cong Ren's sword.
After several generations of masters of swordsmanship, it is naturally very fascinating.
Naturally, countless sword cultivators were searching in the green mountains in the East China Sea that were the center of the battle.
It's just that so much time has passed, but the sword cultivators from the East China Sea still haven't found the whereabouts of such a sword.
Even in the devastated and devastated center of the sword's frontier, they could not find any trace of that sword.
Even if the sword is broken, many traces of the remaining sword intent of generations of sword cultivators will be revealed, but there will be nothing.
It's just that occasionally someone will pick up some very strange dust.
No one knows what it is, maybe it's like ashes, the end of crumbs.
After studying it for a while, I found that there was nothing magical about it, so I sprinkled it into the sky and earth, and fell on the earth together with the dust from heaven and earth.
Chen Huaifeng stood on a certain green mountain with his sword on his back, looking at another high mountain beyond the sword mark.
There were figures of sword cultivators everywhere, but Chen Huaifeng did nothing to stop them and just watched quietly.
It is a great honor for the deceased to be a blessing to future generations.
So this sword cultivator who embraced the wind and rain silently looked at Qingshan and the sword cultivators, feeling a little relieved in his heart.
Just when he saw the tiny dust scattered between heaven and earth, the sword cultivator felt a little sad.
Yes.
Chen Huaifeng could also guess what it was.
Kamigawa's spiritual platform is in the south.
Then he definitely needs a sword.
Is there any sword here in the East China Sea that can be held by such an emperor?
That must be the eighth senior brother of Mojianya, the first sword in the world that turned into a demon.
The master and the sword cliff demon ancestor were annihilated in the sword intent brought by pulling out the sword master's sword.
So there is no need to think too much about what those dust particles are.
The tall senior brother looked at it for a long time, then lowered his head and looked at his feet.
There were some signs of kneeling down, and there were also signs of sword cultivators standing in battle for a long time.
All the things that should have been superficial were left behind deeply in the extremely powerful sword intent one night.
What lies ahead of destiny?
Even though this swordsman had already walked through those alleys under the leadership of a certain child, he still couldn't figure it out.
Of course this is also something that cannot be seen clearly.
But when the sword cultivator stood here, he thought of something for no reason.
Destiny is where I stand.
It's like walking through a foggy corridor.
Only the step under your feet can truly see clearly.
So how clearly did Cong Ren see it back then?
Chen Huaifeng was silent for a long time.
Those who were looking for swords naturally saw such a sword cultivator standing on the green mountain.
So people guessed from the many wind noises blowing through the world who the person wearing the ill-fitting Liuyun Sword Sect disciple robe was.
After hesitating for a long time, the sword cultivator in the small realm turned into sword light and landed on the green mountain.
"Senior Brother Chen is also looking for the sword?"
The man's posture was very respectful.
After all, although Chen Huaifeng is not a person with outstanding talent in the world of swordsmanship, he is also a solid practitioner of the Dao. In the battle of Nanyi City, it was this senior brother who finally entered the Dao and turned the tide.
Chen Huaifeng shook his head calmly: "Fang Cun is not the sword of the Human Sword Sect. If you can find it, it will naturally be yours."
The man breathed a sigh of relief, but looked at Chen Huaifeng curiously.
"Then what is Senior Brother here for?"
Chen Huaifeng looked at the devastated world in the East China Sea for a long time, and then said softly: "Find someone."
The wind blew open the sword cultivator's Liuyun Sword Sect disciple's robe, revealing the Qingtian Taoist robe underneath.
"A Taoist named Jiang Shanxue may be dead or not yet. If you see him, please let me know."
The sword cultivator looked at the Taoist robe under Chen Huaifeng, nodded thoughtfully, but also sighed with some pity.
Yes, Chen Huaifeng's status as a disciple of the Human Sword Sect is already a thing of the past.
As early as January of this year, this sword cultivator was already a Taoist of Qingtian Dao.
For these sword cultivators in the human world, it is undoubtedly a pity.
Although the sword cultivator Taoist sect is not an opposing existence, on the contrary, the sword cultivator comes from the Taoist sect. It's just that after all, the two have the same origin but are not current, and they have naturally been competing for two thousand years.
Otherwise, those sword cultivators wouldn't have been so excited when Mojianya overwhelmed Hanguguan.
In the following more than a thousand years, Jian Zong has always been on top of the Taoist sect, especially when the three swords on Jian Zong's side have stood for thousands of years.
It's just obvious that the current situation in the world may have changed.
The autumn water returns to the underworld, and the blades swarm to death.
Nowadays, when the younger generation is unable to defeat the Taoist sect, if a person like Chen Huaifeng goes to Qingtian Taoism, it will eventually make the sword cultivator feel a lot of loneliness.
Of course, there is no such thing as yelling at the slaves of the three surnames.
After all, people are always free to decide which path they want to take.
Even if Chen Huaifeng becomes a Taoist, he is still a senior brother after all.
But the only thing that makes this small Taoist realm a little strange is that this Qingtian Taoist named Jiang Shanxue has never been heard of in the past.
For example, there is no need to say much about Liu Sanyue, a well-known minister of the Ministry of War.
Even a pure Taoist like Mei Xiyu has some reputation after all.
Although I don't bully the young people in the world.
But after all, the cultivation of the Great Dao is the ultimate existence in the world.
Unless you really never leave Qingshan and interact with people for the rest of your life, you will eventually be heard by the world.
Although the sword cultivator was confused, he didn't ask any more questions. After all, this was Qingtian Dao's matter. He just nodded and said, "Donghai will help pay attention to it."
"Thank you."
Chen Huaifeng said it very sincerely.
The sword cultivator turned and left.
Chen Huaifeng still stood there quietly.
Thinking about many things in the past.
Like all those choices.
Maybe after all, every choice he made by Chen Huaifeng was wrong.
But people in destiny cannot see clearly.
Like a dark alley.
After passing through, it turns out to be an abyss, evil people, and monsters. It is still a peaceful long street.
You can only know it by walking through it.
This man with a bun did not take off his sword repair robe.
The story between him and Zhang Xiaoyu is still not over.
Of course a senior brother must fulfill his responsibilities as a senior brother.
Even if you make mistakes along the way.
At least.
Nor did he sit back and watch the fire.
It was fate that made him the wrong person.
rather than my own heart.
The tall man knelt down at that spot, took down the sword behind him, and placed it squarely on his knees. Then he bowed his head and kowtowed to the cold scabbard.
"As a disciple of the Human Sword Sect, I will do my best, Master."
The thirty-three-year-old swordsman who used to drink tea all day long to stay healthy and not care about worldly affairs spoke softly.
In the Sword Sect, some of the stories that Chen Huaifeng heard and saw when he was a young boy naturally had a profound impact on such a disciple.
Doing good deeds without asking for reward.
But do what was promised.
Don't ask about good or bad.
...
The moment those sword cultivators who had stayed in such a human world for a long time looked up, they also saw Chen Huaifeng, who was kneeling with great piety and for a long time.
When Cong Ren died, some were confused, some were angry, and some sat back and watched.
But how many people are sad about it?
When the sword cultivator knelt under the April sky for a long time.
A sad atmosphere finally spread across the land.
The sword cultivators sighed softly, then put down their swords and stopped searching.
He lowered his head.
Such a sword sect, which has been dormant in the world for thousands of years, is slowly closing the curtain on them in such a scene.
No one can say clearly whether the human swordsman who only cares about stability and does not care about right or wrong is good or bad.
In the past thousands of years, they sometimes used their swords to speak the truth of the world.
Even Qingtian Dao chose to remain silent after a certain disciple was killed.
But in a place like the Human Sword Sect, it’s probably impossible to tell what’s right or wrong.
When there is right and wrong, there is dispute.
A sword cultivator who had slept in the Jianzong Garden for a thousand years, probably in the end, intentionally or unintentionally, told the world this truth through his story with Kamigawa.
He felt that Kamigawa had done something wrong.
So Huaian was completely in chaos.
Some stories are true and false.
True and false naturally exist.
Even the divination operator has never understood why Cong Ren died like this.
But between the two senior brothers.
The story brought about by the Qingxuanxu arm bone is still extremely sincere.
After kneeling for a long time, the sword cultivator on the green mountain stood up amidst the fine dust blown by the April wind. He took one last look at the human world, then turned and headed towards the human world down the mountain.
...
Green mountains and clear streams.
The young man in Qingshang sat there quietly, holding his chin and drinking wine. He must have walked a long way and was a little tired. He also took off his shoes and socks and washed his feet.
The young man might be waiting for something, so he would look upstream of the Qingxi River from time to time.
I don't know how long it took, but the young man in green clothes drank enough wine to get countless young people like Nan Dao drunk. Then he stood up, lifted his trousers and waded towards the center of the clear stream.
The rocks at the bottom of the stream were covered with green algae and the like, and were very smooth, as if they were stepping on some fish.
So above the clear stream, there was a group of fish with green backs slowly coming here.
Cao Weiying hung the wine gourd on her waist, then bent down. When the group of fish swam over, the young man stretched out his hand into the stream.
The fish then dispersed in fright.
A cracked sword was exposed at the bottom of the stream.
Those cracks are like the lines of water waves.
Cao Weiying held the sword and swung it back and forth in the water for a long time before taking it out of the stream.
Such an ordinary-looking sword full of cracks fell into the hands of a young man who looked ordinary and had no sword intention, but in an instant, countless sword intentions overflowed like water.
"Nanyi, Nanyi."
The young man held the square inch, but he was sighing about his master.
"You deserve to die."
Of course Nan Yi is dead. His body is in the desert, and perhaps it has been worn away by the wind and sand and nothing can be found.
But the story he left to the world still continues.
Heaven breaks through the underworld, and its meaning is not over yet.
The young man in Qingshang sighed for a long time, and then hung the sword on his waist.
Of course Cao Weiying has many swords, and the swords in Sword Lake are enough to make an ordinary sword sect the leader of swordsmanship.
But none of those swords were his.
He also couldn't remember where his sword went.
So I had to find a sword to use temporarily.
So the young man took his sword and headed south.
