The three people from Nandao returned to that small town again.
You Chunshan carried the Taoist back and forth all the way, and he was probably really tired, so he didn't rush back to the inn, so he put the Taoist down on the street, stretching his legs and panting.
"You said that person is the same. If you don't know, you don't know. If something like this happens, it will make my back hurt when I climb the mountain."
You Chunshan felt that he was probably unlucky again, and sighed melancholy.
Nan Dao stood there holding an umbrella and said: "We didn't explain the matter clearly at the beginning, so they probably misunderstood something."
Lu Xiaoer said with a curious look on his face: "So did their Sword Sect pick up some treasure?"
Nan Dao looked back in that direction and said softly: "It's a sword intention. Maybe it was the sword intention left behind when Cong Ren and Shen He fought in the East China Sea."
Lu Xiaoer was thoughtful.
"That's no wonder."
A sword intention from such a sword cultivator is naturally an excellent treasure for those sword cultivators.
When the young man under the umbrella walked up the mountain, the sword behind him moved faintly, as if there was a swordsman majoring in the mountain.
This was also the reason why Nan Dao realized that there might be some misunderstanding.
You Chunshan sighed and said, "So how do we find that senior brother?"
Nan Dao stood quietly on the street, blowing the East China Sea wind in April, and said calmly: "Let the wind blow for a while. As long as a person like Senior Brother Huai Feng appears in the world, the news will naturally spread. Come out and fall to the world."
Lu Xiaoer hesitated for a moment and said softly: "Maybe we can also let Uncle Chen hear our news?"
But the boy under the umbrella didn't speak.
But the young boy also realized something.
If the young man is just a young man, then he can naturally let out the wind and ask questions about the sword world like he was under the sword cliff.
It’s just that teenagers are naturally more than teenagers.
Hell is still watching from the human world.
Nan Dao is still just a person under the umbrella.
So you can stand on the long street and listen to the news, or run to a nearby sword sect to take a look, but you can't really be a young man with high spirits and hold a sword to ask questions about the world.
The April wind gradually gained some warmth.
The three of them stayed quietly on the street for a while, then returned to the inn.
He was still inquiring about the news about the East China Sea, or practicing and raising his sword.
But the three of them didn't know that probably when they left that sword sect, they passed by a certain swordsman in white, just like a chance encounter.
At the same time, some rumors from the south of the human world also reached such a small town on the East China Sea.
...
Lingnan fell.
This is undoubtedly extremely shocking news to the world.
After the fall of Guchu, for the first time in two thousand years, soldiers from the south crossed Nanyi City and crossed the mountains north of the southern gate that cut off the human world.
Even back then, Emperor Huai wanted to use Huang Liang's hand to kill Li Queyi who was traveling in Nanyi City. After all, such a Taoist successfully defended Nanyi City with the help of the Human Sword Sect.
Lu Xiaoer stood on the street of the small town with a look of panic. Such a story became known to everyone overnight.
It wasn't just the young boy who was frightened, the people in the East China Sea town were also worried.
People never thought that there would be such a day when Huang Liang's army crossed the two major barriers in the south and appeared outside the city in the mountain.
As for Bailu, because of the incident involving the demon clan, they were driven straight in by the southern rebels until they reached the territory of Xuanxue, where they were finally stopped by the army mobilized from the north.
The young boy had never been in such a hurry and fell several times along the way. Even You Chunshan, who fell on the ground, had never fallen so many times before.
Even the door to the inn room was opened by the young boy.
The young man who was sitting by the window practicing looked at Lu Xiaoer in astonishment. He didn't know what happened to make him look so pale.
The little boy had been lying at the door. It took him a long time to finally sit up. He looked at his uncle in confusion and murmured: "Lingnan... has been lost."
Nan Dao was also stunned, looking at the young boy and saying in disbelief: "What?"
Since this young man stayed on the cliff for a long time, he naturally missed some rumors in the world and left.
Although Lu Xiaoer knew that Nanyi City was rebelling, he never spoke out in order not to affect his uncle's plan. What's more, he didn't think that the south would really fall.
But this little boy didn't know that although the Wujia from the south had been put together in an emergency, this time the army came out of Yao Ji's divine light.
You Chunshan also arrived belatedly.
Even if the young boy fell down a lot, after all he was a practitioner with a sword in mind. Although You Chunshan was a little worried about the young boy, he was not able to catch up.
"I heard that it was because Xuanxuyuan rebelled, and the Human Sword Sect also raised its flag of rebellion, which led to the rebellion in the southern army. It happened that Huang Liang asked the goddess to open the Daze barrier and sent a large army over, and the northern army The army's support was slow, and Lingnan held on for a long time, but in the end they were unable to hold on... and they were defeated."
You Chunshan said cautiously, observing the expression of the young master uncle under the umbrella.
Nan Dao's expression was naturally similar to Lu Xiaoer's, turning extremely pale in boundless horror.
But unlike the young boy, this boy's expression calmed down after a long silence, and he turned around and stood by the window for a long time.
"So Lingnan sword cultivator is dead."
The young man's voice was also extremely calm.
You Chunshan hesitated for a long time, and then said softly: "Although the entire Lingnan was rushed by the army, there may be some swordsmen who have left there in advance, maybe in Shanyue territory."
But You Chunshan probably also understands.
In a place like Lingnan, one would probably only choose to die in battle.
Just as a young man outside Nanyi City thought, the sword cultivator's energy was exhausted and the divine sea dried up, so he walked into the battlefield with his sword in hand.
It is not unreasonable for a young man to think this way.
Lingnan has naturally been like this for thousands of years.
Just like many years ago, they tried their best to prevent Emperor Huai from going to the River Styx.
The little boy was sitting at the door, holding his sword, looking up at the door with his pale face, not knowing what he was thinking.
The young man under the umbrella stood by the window for a long time.
Facing the silence, You Chunshan tentatively called his uncle twice.
The boy didn't respond to him.
"Are we going south?"
You Chunshan then asked such a question.
The young man by the door turned back and looked at the young man by the window.
The young man just stood there in confusion for a long time in silence.
He didn't know what was going on.
Why did Xuanxuyuan suddenly rebel?
Naturally, the young man will not forget the years he spent in Nanyi City before going to Lingnan.
As if suddenly, everything changed and they turned against each other.
The scolding prime minister stopped scolding the streets. The people with Huang Liang and the rebels from the south destroyed Lingnan.
The boy's hand holding the umbrella was shaking a little. He looked at the extremely peaceful town. Perhaps his eyes were too dry after looking at it for too long. The boy kept blinking.
Then he raised his hand and rubbed it, but there was nothing moist.
It's just a huge confusion in my mind.
After a long time, the young man turned around and looked at the young man by the door quietly.
"Do you want to go back?"
Lu Xiaoer didn't speak, but was at a loss for a long time.
Nan Dao didn't say anything more and walked outside holding an umbrella.
You Chunshan chased out the door with some worry.
"Where are you going, uncle?"
Nan Dao paused and said softly: "I'm a little confused and want to go out for a walk."
You Chunshan looked at the young boy again. The young boy didn't say anything, but stood up as if extremely tired, then walked towards the bed and lay down on the bed.
So the young man carrying a wooden sword slowly closed the door, looked at the young man under the umbrella and said, "I'll go for a walk with my uncle."
Nan Dao did not refuse.
Walking into the small town, people were talking about this thing.
You Chunshan looked at the young man aside. The latter just silently carried his sword and walked through the entire town until he reached the April plains outside the town. Then he stopped there and looked at the vastness for a long time. of human world.
The distance is the distant sea and the distant sky.
The wind blew the flowers and grass in Pingchuan and swayed.
It seemed that overnight, the East China Sea, which was supposed to be chaotic, suddenly became a pure land.
So peaceful, calm, and touching.
So the young man sighed deeply.
You Chunshan silently followed up with his wooden sword on his back, and the young man sat down in a grassy river.
"I'm from Nanyi City."
The young man said softly.
"Ten miles outside Nanyi City, there is a small town. Although I was not able to find such a town later, I know that some people just didn't want me to find it. That town is called Nanke Town."
Although You Chunshan knew that the young man under the umbrella was a sword cultivator from Lingnan, he did not know where the young man came from.
Of course the young man came from Nanyi City.
After leaving that small town that seemed to no longer exist, the first human world the young man entered was Nanyi City.
There the young man met his husband, his senior brother, Chen He, and the dead girl Shushu.
Then, comes the story of Lingnan.
In some specious positions, the young man would always subconsciously place himself in Nanyi City, or such an academy.
This and whether he is a Lingnan sword cultivator has never been a conflicting story.
It’s just that Nan Dao has never thought that there would come a day when the Lingnan Society, Xuanxuyuan, and the Human Sword Sect would stand in completely different positions.
After the young man said that, he fell silent.
But this young man from Donghai suddenly understood why this young man had such an expression.
The young man carrying the wooden sword thought silently for a long time, and then said softly: "What happened next?"
The young man under the umbrella lowered his head, looked at the grass blades on the ground, and said softly: "Later, a senior brother gave me a sword in the heart. His name is Zhang Xiaoyu."
You Chunshan opened his eyes wide. He had never thought that there would be such a story about the young man.
"It was a Lingnan sword cultivator who rescued me and brought me to Lingnan."
Nan Dao said softly.
"Her name is Lu Xiaoxiao, and she is Xiaoer's master."
You Chunshan seemed to suddenly understand a lot of things.
For example, why does such a Lingnan sword cultivator seem to have many connections with Mojianya, and the sword he uses is not the Lingnan sword.
The young man fell silent for the second time.
You Chunshan did not continue to ask.
He was a bystander, and he still thought those stories were very complicated.
Of course, let alone such a young man.
The two of them sat quietly among the wind and grass in Pingchuan outside the town.
You Chunshan thought for a while, stood up and walked towards the town.
"I'll go buy some wine for my uncle."
Although this young man got back enough money, he didn't have much left after eating hot pot some time ago.
But You Chunshan still knows clearly which one is less important and which one is more serious.
The young man carrying the wooden sword silently bought a pot of strong liquor under the strange eyes of the waiter, and then returned to the outside of the town.
The young man was still sitting there, staring blankly at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.
You Chunshan didn't say anything, he just handed the bottle of wine to the young man.
"Thank you."
The boy's voice was very calm.
But this seemingly usual calmness made You Chunshan feel a little uneasy.
The meaning of peace when nothing happens and peace when big things happen naturally have different meanings.
"The story of Taoist Jiang Shanxue can be put down."
You Chunshan sat aside and said softly.
"If it really doesn't work, I can carry him to Qingtian Road alone. Although the road is a little more difficult, it is still something that you don't have to worry about."
The young man looked at the boy who was drinking quietly looking at the sky.
"If uncle wants to go back, he can go back with Lu Xiaoer."
The young man shook his head, and while drinking, he looked at the world calmly.
"I won't go back."
The young man said softly.
"There is no point in me going back. Lingnan has fallen. Those who are alive will naturally live, and those who are dead are already dead."
This is not the story of the original White Deer Demonic Land.
That's before anything happens.
But such a story has come to an end without the young man knowing anything about it in the East China Sea.
You Chunshan stared blankly at the young man who seemed extremely calm and ruthless. He didn't know what he thought of when he looked at this April world.
The young man turned his head, looked at the young man beside him, and still spoke very gently.
"I was just wondering what led up to those stories in the South."
You Chunshan silently thought, what caused the southern story to happen?
He was not from the South, so he couldn't understand many things.
The young man remembered a story that seemed far away, but happened in March last year.
That is a story in which the South also cried out in blood and fire, but no one answered.
The dusk falls on this piece of East China Sea human world, illuminating it with all kinds of comfort.
The young man drank a bottle of wine, stood up, and walked towards the town holding an umbrella.
You Chunshan didn't understand anything, and didn't know what the boy was going to do. He just followed along with the wooden sword on his back.
Maybe it's nightfall, and the town is much quieter. People are walking on the streets with worries.
Just like the boy under the umbrella and the young man carrying a wooden sword.
When the two returned to the inn and opened the door, they fell silent.
There was only one Taoist left in the room.
There was also a note left on the table.
As for the little boy who was supposed to be sleeping in bed with his tired arms, he had disappeared.
You Chunshan hurriedly walked in and picked up the piece of paper.
Above is a line of hastily written handwriting.
——I’m back to Lingnan, uncle.
The little boy naturally knows the story of the boy under the umbrella.
Sometimes maybe he could understand some of the boy's hesitations.
But probably in the end, the young boy still felt a little disappointed.
So he carried the Xiwu Sword on his back, left some money, and headed south alone.
The young man carrying a wooden sword hurriedly put down the note and ran outside the inn, where he looked around.
"Lu Xiaoer!"
"Lu Xiaoer!"
You Chunshan didn't add anyone else, and the people on the street looked at this young man who was very anxious for some reason with strange expressions.
It's just a pity that the boy has probably gone very far.
There was no response.
You Chunshan stood in the dusk and waited for a long time, and finally walked back to the inn dejectedly.
Then he stood there stunned.
Although the boy who had always been very calm was still inside, he was also preparing to leave.
Naturally, the young man had nothing to deal with, he just had two swords and an umbrella.
You Chunshan was a little silent. Although he himself said that Nandao and the young boy could go back to the south, but when the young boy left without saying goodbye, and the uncle under the umbrella was also preparing to leave, the young man still had a lot of thoughts in his heart. lonely.
He thought the story was still very long.
For example, they will slowly find a sword cultivator and then send the Taoist to Qingtian Dao.
It’s just that no one thought that it would come as soon as they were separated.
Maybe it doesn't come as soon as it comes.
When the war started in the South, some stories were already waiting here.
I just happened to arrive and realized it later.
Nan Dao stood there and looked at the unconscious Taoist for a long time.
All stories in the world are naturally just choices.
Sometimes nothing happens, and sometimes everything happens before your eyes.
Destiny is certainly not a matter of routine.
For example, a wave is turbulent when it comes.
You can only choose some and give up some.
Nan Dao looked at it for a long time, then turned to look at You Chunshan.
"Are you going to continue looking for Senior Brother Chen in Donghai?"
You Chunshan hesitated for a while and said softly: "I'd better carry him to Qingtian Road."
The young man said and smiled again.
"Maybe a place like that can give me some opportunities."
Nan Dao nodded and threw the money left by Lu Xiaoer into You Chunshan's arms.
"Then let's go."
You Chunshan suddenly froze there.
"Uncle, aren't you going to the south?"
Nan Dao stood on the corridor of the inn, looking at the dusk at the end of the corridor as if it had been blown in by the wind.
"I'm going to the north."
