Hu Lu said nothing, just looking in the direction of Shanyue City.
As if everything before was an illusion.
Without the appearance of the young man, Zhao Gaoxing was shocked and rolled down the cliff. Such a sword was shot from the distant City of Mountain and Moon.
Zhao Gaoxing looked at the young man in a daze, then looked back at the city in the mountains where countless moonlight suddenly fell.
Such a young man suddenly didn't know where he should look.
Is it the young man who was suddenly hit by a sword on the cliff, or those cities in the mountains where countless lives were wiped out.
At that moment, when the story happened on the cliff, countless green mountains rose like a barrier. Countless moonlight was overflowing above the barrier. This young man didn't know what it was.
Countless lives fell from there like rolling down the abyss into the River Styx.
This can't help but make Zhao Gaoxing feel a little empathetic.
Then there were many squeaking sounds in my ears.
The young man turned around and realized that amidst the distant sounds, the tree he was clinging to was slowly folding downwards.
The young man suddenly raised his head and looked towards the cliff, but his cry for help was choked in his throat.
A lot of blood was oozing from the heart of the young man on the cliff, and some bright red blood was slowly dripping along the sword from the hilt.
This was the first time Zhao Gaoxing saw such confusion in Hu Lu's eyes.
Fortunately, the loud noise rising from the green hills still woke up such a young man. Hu Lu lowered his head, and the sword in his hand turned into flowing light and fell in front of Zhao Gaoxing. The young man did not care that it was an unsheathed sword. With the sword in his hand, he let go of the tree trunk that was about to break, held the sword with both hands, and was then brought back to the cliff.
But even though his hands were cut by the sword, the young man didn't feel any pain, but felt a strange excitement.
Maybe it’s the story of the sudden change on the cliff, or maybe it’s the mighty changes that the world has made in the city in the mountains in the distance.
Zhao Gaoxing looked at the blood in his hands, wiped it on his body randomly, and looked at the boy again.
"you....."
It's just that such a young man hasn't finished speaking yet.
He then saw that the expression on the Jian Sect disciple's face suddenly became extremely angry, and he turned to look at Zhao Gaoxing ferociously.
"I am not wrong!"
Zhao Gaoxing stood there in a daze.
What did you do wrong?
I just wanted to ask if you were okay.
The boy's lips were trembling with anger.
Zhao Gaoxing said nothing, but stared blankly at Hu Lu who was so angry for some reason.
Perhaps due to some sudden fright, the young man suddenly felt extremely painful in his palms.
The young man from Huangliang put his hands in his arms and squatted down silently.
"I just didn't know how some things would develop, so I killed her. I didn't know the truth. I just wanted to help my senior brothers as much as possible."
Zhao Gaoxing looked up at the Jianzong disciple who seemed to be talking about many unintelligible things.
I don't know why, but a lot of wet stuff flowed out of my eyes.
The boy wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand.
Just like when I walked down the windward building.
Hu Lu on the side couldn't help panting. After a long time, the young man looked at the young man squatting there and crying aggrievedly, and said softly: "I'm sorry."
Zhao Gaoxing said nothing.
Hu Lu silently pulled out the sword stuck in his heart.
Zhao Gaoxing heard the movement and silently wiped away his tears. He looked nervously at the young man who pulled out the sword from his heart.
Unexpectedly, there was not much blood on the sword.
Zhao Gaoxing opened his mouth in shock.
The latter just quietly inserted the sword on the top of Fengqiling Mountain.
"Nothing strange."
Hu Lu said.
"A sword has been struck here before."
So the blood at the beginning might just come from breaking through the flesh and ribs.
That young man's sword was so similar to the sword of another young man.
Even the position is not too far off.
So Hu Lu very calmly withstood the sword.
But when the young man who managed to survive from the foot of the mountain wanted to ask something, he became confused.
Zhao Gaoxing lowered his head silently, looked at his bloody hands, and then turned to look at the bloody battlefields in the distance.
The boy said nothing more.
Hu Lu picked up his sword and walked south of Fengqiling.
The young man was silent for a long time, then stood up and followed tremblingly.
The two of them walked a long way until they lost sight of the story on the other side of Shanyue, and stopped at the bank of a mountain stream full of blood and countless broken swords.
In the night, a crescent moon overflowed with clear light in the stream.
Hu Lu knelt down half-kneeling by the stream, put the sword in his hand aside, and then held his hands in the clear stream with the sharp contrast of the blood-colored mountains, washing the sword wound on his heart.
This boy has grown up a lot.
Because there is no senior brother to help him cover up many human stories.
Senior brothers have gone to Huaidu, can they come back?
The boy didn't know.
Just washing the wound.
Zhao Gaoxing stood aside silently.
It wasn't until the young man cleaned his wounds that he looked at the young man aside and held his sword. Sword intent surged around him, and sword fire rose from the long sword in the night.
Zhao Gaoxing looked at Hu Lu blankly, not knowing what he was going to do.
Hu Lu just said softly: "Stretch out your hand."
Zhao Gaoxing hesitated for a long time, but still raised his hands and stretched them out in front of Hu Lu.
This Sword Sect disciple pressed the sword that was lit with sword fire directly onto the Huangliang boy's hand.
A heartbreaking pain instantly shot from his hand.
The young man cried out in pain and retracted his hand with tears in his eyes.
Hu Lu just stretched out his hand, pulled the young man's hands back, and pressed the sword in his hand on them again.
"You're just a human being."
Hu Lu said very calmly, and the movements of his hands were merciless.
"Things like sword wounds can easily lead to death from infection."
The Huangliang boy stood there with a cold body, but he was also stunned by Hu Lu's words. He endured the pain, but did not retract his hand.
"Going through the sword fire once will reduce a lot of trouble."
"Many soldiers died in this way on the battlefield."
Hu Lu let go of his hand, and the sword fire on the sword slowly extinguished.
Zhao Gaoxing was silent for a long time, then looked at Hu Lu and asked, "What about you?"
"I am a practitioner."
Zhao Gaoxing lowered his head and looked silently at his burned hands, and then said softly: "Burns can also lead to infection."
Although the young man Huang Liang had no experience with sword wounds, as a human being, he had experience with burns.
"Yes." Hu Lu looked at Zhao Gaoxing's hand. "But in human stories, sometimes there is no way to have both ends."
Hu Lu was silent for a long time, and then whispered: "Sometimes you know clearly that it might be wrong, but when you don't know anything, you can only do that."
Just like Hu Lu had been worried about the world knowing that Liu Sanyue was killed by Chen Huaifeng.
This Sword Sect disciple raised his head, but there seemed to be some light spots in his eyes.
Even his voice became choked.
"We can only hope that everything will get better soon."
Zhao Gaoxing stared blankly at this young man who seemed very hasty and helpless.
People in the world may always be like this. Sometimes they sound cold-blooded and ruthless, but sometimes they are more powerless than anyone else.
The yellow-liang boy carefully stuffed his hands into his armor and hid them, and then sat down by the stream like a porcelain figure whose hands the craftsman had forgotten.
After a long time, Zhao Gaoxing finally said softly: "Hu Lu, I want to go back."
Hu Lu looked at the young man silently, and then said softly: "I can't help you, I'm just a young man. I may have some sword light, but I can't change many things."
So I can only dream dreams that I can't even keep.
The two of them sat facing the clear stream with their backs to such a war.
There seemed to be some very strange sounds in the night.
Zhao Gaoxing turned his head and looked in the direction where the voices came from, and then stood there blankly.
Under the moonlight, there was a woman in peach clothes riding a very weird thing that looked like a golden iron ant, and slowly stopped by the stream.
The woman carries a sword on her back, which is green.
Such a scene was something Zhao Gaoxiao had never seen before, and it was extremely inconsistent in his perception.
Hu Lu recognized that thing, it was the Prime Minister’s flying immortal.
So it is not difficult to guess the identity of such a woman.
It's just that this young man has never seen the little Cong Xin in the floral skirt in the Jianzong Garden look like this.
It seems like it should be like this.
Cong Xin is a peach demon, isn’t she?
It took the young man a long time to look at the woman walking towards the stream with a sword on her back, and asked softly: "Have you brought Master back?"
The woman with delicate eyebrows and eyes looked like she had walked out of a painting. She stopped by the stream and sat down, silently looking at the blood all over the world.
"No."
Hu Lu was not very sad, nor did she shed tears. She just lowered her head, looked at the bright moon in the stream, and said softly: "I suddenly regretted that I didn't look at Master more in the dream."
The young man looked at such a little demon girl with such piety.
It wasn't until the end that I discovered that what was lost and was being lost was irretrievable.
So the floating life is temporarily sent to a dream within a dream.
Everything in the world is like hearing the wind.
The boy and the woman leaned on each other in the endless war, and closed their eyes together, as if they wanted to have such a dream again.
So Zhao Gaoxing also wanted to have a dream.
In the dream, he didn't know a sword cultivator named Han Chan.
.......
Cheng Lu carried his sword on his back and walked on those cloudy mountains.
Although the sword was in a sheath, it had a very rich blood color on it.
The clouds and mist in front were blown away by the wind, and some Taoist rhymes were circulating.
It's just that Cheng Lu's sword has always been very fast.
Before those Tao Yun could gather into mountains and rivers, Cheng Lu slashed them away with a sword.
Then this short-haired swordsman in black clothes held his sword and bullied him away.
No matter how hard the Taoist's bones were, he would naturally not want to be approached by someone from the Liuyun Sword Sect.
Unless there is realm suppression between the two.
It's just that, obviously, it doesn't.
So before the Taoist hiding in the clouds could get away, Cheng Lu had already arrived with a sword.
This always amiable swordsman looked at the Taoist in front of him with such cold eyes for the first time, and the sword in his hand touched the Taoist's eyebrows.
"Does Shanhe Guan seek death?"
The Liuyun Sword Sect was the second oldest in the world for more than two thousand years.
When Mojian Cliff did not appear, such a sword sect was the second largest under Hangu Temple.
Mojian Cliff rises, Hangu Temple disappears from the world, Liuyun Sword Sect is the second one under Mojian Cliff.
Then Mojianya declined, and the Human Sword Sect rose.
Such a sword sect is the second best sword sect in the world.
A thousand-year-old killer swordsman.
Naturally, he will also have his own temper.
Ye Hanzhong died in the Liuyun Mountains, and the Liuyun Sword Sect naturally knew that such a disciple deserved his punishment.
But Shanheguan appeared in the Liuyun Mountains like this, probably just like what Cheng Lu said in a tone that rarely appeared.
Are you seeking death?
Even if the avenue is more than two thousand years old.
No matter how to kill people, no one is better than Liuyun Sword Sect.
So that sword appeared in the middle of the eyebrow before the He Sect member of the Xiaodao Realm could react.
The Taoist did not speak. As the saying goes, silence is the most appropriate thing for things that cannot be explained.
Under the threat of Jian Zong, the Taoist's Taoist secrets became extremely simple.
There is a sword between the eyebrows, but Taoists do not use the eyebrow seal.
As the Taoist charm entered his body, the Shanheguan Taoist raised his hand to hold Cheng Lu's sword.
But what if Cheng Lu was really just a Seventh Realm sword cultivator?
How can he be called the Young Three Swordsmen?
The sword in his hand flipped over, and in the Taoist's horrified gaze, he chopped off the hand with Dao Wen flowing in it extremely cleanly.
The Taoist manifested himself in the mountains and rivers around him, as if he wanted to use this to distance himself.
However, that sword followed him like a shadow.
It rains on earth at night.
Some of them were hidden in the cold rain.
Only then did the Taoist's eyes finally fall on the sword in Cheng Lu's hand.
There is a young man named Xiuxuejian in the East China Sea who gradually has a name.
It's just that the sword of Xixuejian is not called Xixue, but Peach Blossom.
Therefore, the sword of Si Po Sword is naturally not necessarily called Si Po Sword.
It's just that the Yulin Bell that was returned to Liuyun Sword Sect by a certain Taoist was not the sword in Cheng Lu's hand. The sword was carried behind her back.
So what kind of sword was Cheng Lu pulling out?
Break away.
That was the last sword of retro-style kendo.
The sword went straight through the Taoist's throat in an instant.
Sealing the throat with one sword is the aesthetics of Liuyun Sword Sect.
This is what Han Chan said originally.
The sword cultivator who just wanted to watch under the stage calmly pulled out the sword from the Taoist's throat and shook away the blood beads on the sword.
The Taoist knelt down, fell down again, and was buried in the clouds and mist of this vast mountain range.
But the short-haired swordsman in black didn't have time to take a few more steps forward.
Then many mountains and rivers fell to the world.
It was as if he wanted to ask the sword again to the only one among the three young swordsmen who had not yet entered the Great Dao.
Cheng Lu held Jue Li, calmed herself down and drew the second sword.
Looking at the mountains and rivers, I didn’t say please.
Nor is it said that the only sword cultivator is good.
He just waved his sword to cut through the clouds and said two very brief words in a cold voice.
court death.
...
On the Fuyuntai Mountain Road, the mountain patrol disciples were patrolling vigilantly. From time to time, many sword lights came through the clouds and mist, and then left through the clouds and mist.
Faced with the existence of a rising star like Shanhe Guan, even Liuyun Sword Sect would not take it lightly.
After all, when Shanhe Temple was first established, it was based on many Taoists of Qingtian Dao.
A white-haired sword cultivator was sitting on the floating cloud platform, with sword light flowing around him, as if he was closing his eyes to meditate.
Of course there are many old sword cultivators in the world.
It's just that white-haired sword cultivator is often used to describe such a sword sect hidden in the flowing clouds.
As the most orthodox sword sect in the world, those white-haired sword cultivators who used to only operate in the sword pavilion in the mountains naturally meant that they were the ancestors of the masters and uncles in the sword sect.
Different from the Human Sword Sect, there are not many demon cultivators in Liuyun Sword Sect.
After all, it is Cong Ren, Shen He, and the Human Sword Sect that overwhelms the two races of humans and demons.
Therefore, white hair is naturally a symbol of the extremely orthodox sword cultivator of the previous generation.
When the gazes of the patrolling disciples fell on the Floating Cloud Platform, they naturally felt a little relieved.
When Shanheguan Chen Qingshan sneaked into Liuyun Sword Sect without anyone noticing, he killed Ye Hanzhong who was recovering from his injuries. Such an incident undoubtedly sounded a wake-up call for everyone. ——The world is no longer peaceful.
So there were not only white-haired sword cultivators sitting on the Floating Cloud Platform, but also the number of disciples patrolling the mountain. Their realms also increased from the outer sect disciples who left the customs realm to the inner sect who heard the wind and watched the rain. disciple.
Storm is coming.
It's just that the clouds and mist cover it, making it impossible to see through.
When a patrolling disciple looked away from the Floating Cloud Platform, he suddenly tightened his grip on the sword in his hand.
The mountain patrol disciples on the side were also alarmed, and they all stood up with their swords drawn.
Only the white-haired swordsman didn't open his eyes.
Under the mountain road, the clouds and mist were billowing, as if someone was slowly approaching.
The man in black holds a bloody sword.
It was Cheng Lu who had returned from the human world.
This sword cultivator only held Jue Li in his hand, but the aura around him seemed a little different.
Naturally, I didn’t enter the avenue.
It's just that the realm has become the eighth realm of the trail.
Things that can be solved in the Eighth Realm will naturally not be solved in the Ninth Realm.
Cheng Lu is only twenty-five years old, so maybe there is no need to rush into many things.
The disciples on the mountain path looked at the young sword cultivator with great admiration, put away their swords, and all bowed with their swords.
"I've met senior brother."
In fact, if the calculation is strictly based on seniority, Cheng Lu is naturally not the senior fellow disciples like them, but the senior master.
After all, this sword cultivator is Chen Yunxi's personal disciple.
It's just that sometimes being too serious makes it even more unclear.
Cheng Lu looked calm, and sheathed the bloody Jue Li in her hand, stopped on the mountain path and nodded to the disciples, and then bowed to the white-haired sword on the floating cloud platform.
"I've met my uncle."
The white-haired swordsman opened his eyes only now and looked at Cheng Lu with a complicated expression for a long time.
When Cheng Lu saw this look, she also frowned, not knowing what it meant.
It was only about the next moment that the short-haired swordsman in black understood.
"You can't go up the mountain now, Cheng Lu."
