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It was July 13th, nine hundred and ninety-seven years in the calendar of Dafeng.
play cards. I lost a hundred cents today, and I feel heartbroken.
July 14th.
I went to the north of the city to play cards with Su Guang, and lost more than thirty coins. I was heartbroken.
I picked up three pennies on the road. I am happy. I can play cards again tomorrow.
July 15th.
Lost everything.
Zhang Xiaoyu, Zhang Xiaoyu, how can you degenerate like this?
Have you finished practicing your Karma Sword?
How complete is your mountain and river painting?
Have you forgotten the heroic words you said when you left the temple?
This can't go on like this!
July 16th.
play cards.
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The world is dim at dusk, and the mountains in the distance are filled with gold.
Su Guang did not follow him down the mountain, but stayed in the mountain. As for the diary, perhaps because he realized that many things could not be kept, he gave it to Cheng Lu directly.
Cheng Lu sat quietly under the tree beside the road at the foot of the mountain, looking at the diary of Zhang Xiaoyu in her hand.
Why was such a sword cultivator suddenly unable to go up the mountain? Why was he suddenly looking for Zhang Xiaoyu's diary? He had not told anyone else about it, just like a person outside the stage, living his story quietly.
Zhang Xiaoyu writes everything in his diary.
Including all kinds of complaints. Why do you want to eat sizzling tofu today, and sugar-sweetened cakes tomorrow?
People in the world probably wouldn't have imagined that the bloody sword cultivator in white clothes in the world today would look like this back then.
Cheng Lu sometimes couldn't help laughing when she saw some words.
If the story had a different background, perhaps such a picture would be very beautiful.
It's a pity that there is no such thing as "what if" in the world.
Everything is done, no regrets.
So Cheng Lu's smile only appeared for a moment, then quickly disappeared in the dusk, and she continued to look down calmly.
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It was December 9th, in the year one thousand and two of the Gale Calendar.
For the first time today, Master did not sleep. Instead, he sat on the bridge, holding his chin and looking at the sky, looking like an idiot.
It's a pity that I can't draw. Although I can draw mountains and rivers, I can't draw people, otherwise I would have to draw this picture.
I wonder if the people in Nanyi City will be shocked when they see Master like this.
Does this look like a swordsman?
Probably not.
I asked Master what he was doing, but Master ignored me and just asked me to cool down and stay there.
Wherever it's cool, it's definitely going to be cool in winter, so let's go play cards.
I don't know if Su Guang got any money from his old man.
It was December 13th in the calendar year one thousand and two of the Great Wind Calendar.
Master suddenly came to me today and asked me if I had practiced the Karma Sword well.
Just kidding, who am I, Zhang Xiaoyu?
Of course I didn't practice well.
The master didn't say anything, he just continued to be in a daze as before.
In fact, Master has been in a daze for a long time.
I don't know what he is thinking.
I've been playing cards like crazy these days, and I forgot to write in my diary. I also kind of forgot what my master has done in the past few days.
Forget it, don't think about it anymore, that's all for today's diary. I have to find a way to win some money and buy some gifts for Li Qinghua.
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Cheng Lu squinted her eyes and read these diary entries over and over again.
Did the sword cultivator in white who once wrote a diary so casually ever think that one day in the future, he would kill his master with his own hands?
Cheng Lu didn't know.
There are too many mysteries among such a pair of master and disciple.
No one knows what they will do until it all comes out.
In the later diary, Cheng Lu also saw records about the boy under the umbrella.
When he saw this, Zhang Xiaoyu was not the only one who couldn't understand it.
Even Cheng Lu couldn't understand it.
It turns out that behind the sword that Zhang Xiaoyu stabbed Nan Dao in the heart was not only the inspiration of Shanhe Guan. It even means a cluster of blades.
Cheng Lu looked at the diary in her hand for a long time.
Although Zhang Xiaoyu wrote a lot.
It's just that there are too many things. Of course, this white-clothed sword cultivator can't really write them all. He often just mentions them casually.
At the end of the diary is the article written on March 16, 1003 in the Dafeng Calendar - Junior Brother is a good person, I can't understand it.
Cheng Lu slowly closed the diary and stood up under the tree beside the green mountain road.
The twilight of the world is about to end, and a light moon is slowly rising in the sky.
Cheng Lu stood there quietly, looking at the light moon above the green mountains, thinking for a long time.
What is hidden behind Cong Ren's death?
This is probably more than what Cheng Lu wants to know.
Many upper realm practitioners in the world are thinking about such a thing.
There are some secrets hidden in Zhang Xiaoyu's diary.
But no one knows what happened in such a garden in the original Human Sword Sect.
Cheng Lu silently looked at the cloudy mountains at night.
So.
Where is my master?
When did he leave Liuyun Sword Sect and where did he go in the world?
What connections exist among these stories?
The young swordsman who used to stand under the stage was at a loss.
So he had to sort out his makeup, opened the color box, hurriedly applied it all over his face, and got on the stage.
The sword cultivator's meditation at the foot of Qingshan did not last long.
On the trail at night, an old Taoist man was slowly coming and stopped at the other end of the distant mountain road.
Cheng Lu silently put away the diary, put it in her arms, and then raised her hand to hold the Yu Linglin behind her.
If Chen Huaifeng were here, he would naturally recognize the old Taoist.
If Chen Qingshan were here, he would also recognize the old Taoist.
The old Taoist master of Songxue Guan cultivated the five folds of the avenue.
When he led many sword cultivators to ambush Chen Qingshan, he was beaten half to death by this Shanhe Temple disciple and had to escape in embarrassment.
Even Chen Qingshan thought that the Taoist had fled back to the north, but he didn't expect that he was still near Liuyun Mountain Range.
Cheng Lu didn't say anything, and the Taoist didn't say anything either. He just coughed, and there was a faint trace of blood on his lips. The injuries from the nearly fatal beating by Chen Qingshan were naturally still there.
So when the cough fell towards the green mountain path under the night moon, many Taoist texts began to flow and fell into the green mountains.
Everything happens in a flash.
The sword behind Cheng Lu was unsheathed, but he struck straight at the Taoist.
It is naturally a taboo in the cultivation world to let the Liuyun Sword Sect's sword cultivator get close to you.
Therefore, even though this old Taoist from Songxue Temple is a cultivator of the Five Layers, Cheng Lu in front of him has not yet entered the Great Dao.
He wouldn't take such a risk.
When the sword flashed the first ray of cold light in the night, countless Taoist winds rose around the old Taoist body, and countless Taoist texts fell in front of him, turning into an extremely strong Taoist barrier.
The mountain breeze falls lightly in April.
Probably no one in the world would have thought that there would be an extremely sudden battle under such a green mountain.
Cheng Lu didn't expect it either.
But he still drew his sword.
Cheng Lu's sword is naturally extremely fast.
Therefore, even though the Taoist's Dao Wen Formation had been formed extremely quickly, the sword, which had a cold light at first and then became as mute as the night, had already approached the Taoist in the blink of an eye.
A trace of surprise also flashed in the eyes of the old Taoist Songxue Guan.
But after all, as a five-layer cultivator, even if he was seriously injured by Chen Qingshan, he still had full confidence.
Those Taoist texts that appeared in a hurry disappeared in an instant, and Taoist texts reappeared around him. They fell into his palms, and he directly grasped the sword from Ye Yulinglin.
When there is a gap in realm, sometimes some things can naturally be ignored.
Just like in Daze, Chen Nu directly held Jiang Ye's sword.
Cheng Lu is not Jiang Ye, and she is an old Taoist from Songxue Temple, and she is not Chennu.
A Taoist's bones are hard, as is his flesh and blood.
So Jiang Ye's sword could break through Chen Nu's power of witches and ghosts, leaving blood marks on his hands.
But Cheng Lu's sword was directly grasped in his palm.
Even so, the Taoist Dao Yun who was shaken away by the force of Cheng Lu's sword also made the old Taoist sigh in admiration.
"What a four-breaking sword Cheng Lu."
Before the Taoist finished speaking, he suddenly thought of something.
Yes, four broken swords.
So where are the other three breaks?
The old Taoist retreated instantly.
However, in an instant, the short-haired swordsman in black disappeared into the night.
And the next moment.
The old Taoist who stopped at the end of the mountain trail looked down at his heart. There was a sword mark there. Although it was not deep, the Taoist robe was still torn, and there was also a strand of white hair falling slowly in front of him.
This is three breaks.
So what's left?
The old Taoist was silent for a while and looked back at the sky full of Taoist texts.
Under the blockade of all Taoism, there is a breach in the sky where the moon is shallow.
And that Liuyun sword cultivator has disappeared.
It’s indeed four breaks.
The old Taoist stood there in amazement, coughing nonstop, threw the Yu Linglin in his hand to the side of the road, raised his hand to wipe the blood on his lips, and turned around to leave quietly.
Somewhere in Qingshan, the little sword cultivator named Su Guang stood there in a daze.
There are many things that are naturally difficult for such people to understand.
Therefore, even if the sword cultivator who was standing here for some reason saw the whole process, he still didn't understand what happened in the world.
Only then could Chen Yunxi, a direct disciple of the Liuyun Sword Sect, meet such an old Taoist near the Liuyun Mountains.
...
Cheng Lu appeared on the top of a cloudy mountain somewhere.
Of course he couldn't beat such an experienced Taoist.
Escape immediately is always the right choice.
This place is still far away from the Sword Sect deep in the Liuyun Mountains.
But this sword cultivator could only stay here, instead of escaping directly back to Liuyun Sword Sect like Ye Hanzhong did.
The night clouds and mist were filled with heavy moisture, and the fire of the divine sea on the black-clothed sword cultivator gradually extinguished. However, Cheng Lu did not pay attention to herself who was burned in a mess. She just took out the diary from her arms and carefully I checked it and made sure there was nothing wrong, so I felt relieved.
The appearance of that Taoist was naturally extremely sudden for Cheng Lu.
Yet it seems to be expected.
Just like the reason why Cheng Lu couldn't go up the mountain - Ye Hanzhong's death made the Liuyun Sword Sect realize that there were some problems within the Sword Sect.
But what kind of problem would prevent Cheng Lu from going up the mountain?
Cheng Lu did not ask the white-haired uncle, but left there calmly and went to the human world to find the answer.
There are some questions that some people dare not ask, and some people dare not answer.
So silence is naturally best.
The appearance of the old Taoist Master Songxue Guan just proves this point.
Ye Hanzhong is not the only one who has problems with Liuyun Sword Sect.
In the Sword Sect deep in the clouds, there may still be many brothers who are like this.
Cheng Lu returned the Jue Li in her hand to the sheath, then gathered her aura and walked quietly through the green mountains.
The old Taoist who suddenly arrived took action immediately after a disagreement. It was obvious that he wanted to put Cheng Lu to death.
Therefore, even though she escaped from there, Cheng Lu did not relax her vigilance and suppressed all aura, just like an ordinary swordsman walking in the night clouds and mist.
In this cloudy mountain range, what Cheng Lu had to face was naturally not only an old Taoist like that, but also a Taoist from Shanhe Temple, or some senior fellows from the Sword Sect.
If the chilling cicada is still there.
Cheng Lu thought silently.
If Han Chan was still there, this young swordsman might have an easier time.
After all, the sword cultivator who went to the south and became an emperor once fought against Ye Hanzhong with a clear-cut stance.
A senior brother with a clear position is naturally better than a sword sect that is huge but like a mist.
It's a pity that there is no what if.
And Cheng Lu was also very unlucky.
Not long after walking in the clouds and mist, I met a Taoist from Shanhe Temple again.
Although it is not a Taoist cultivator, Cheng Lu, who is obviously threatened by the old Taoist, does not want to be entangled here.
Therefore, he turned into sword light very decisively and headed towards the depths of the mountains.
It's just obvious that for a person who has just started on the stage.
Luck is often bad.
In the clouds and mist of the green mountains, a sword came suddenly.
Cheng Lu had no choice but to fall into the green mountains.
On top of the green mountain, there was a sword cultivator in his thirties standing there quietly.
Cheng Lu naturally knew him.
That was an inner disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect.
The name is He Bu.
Avenue entered last year.
The inner disciples of the Liuyun Sword Sect can either go to the Sword Pavilion to become a disciple, enter the sect of a certain white-haired sword cultivator, or go to Yeyu Cliff to become such an ancient and core killer disciple of the Sword Sect.
Might as well not go anywhere.
Still practicing quietly in the mountains with his identity as an inner disciple.
Liuyun Sword Sect has many disciples, so it is naturally not comparable to places like Human Sword Sect.
Such a disciple would probably not have been remembered by Cheng Lu if it had not been for the reason of entering the Great Dao.
After all, Cheng Lu is a disciple of Chen Yunxi, not someone who manages the affairs of the sect. It is normal not to remember ordinary people.
But when such a disciple suddenly appears here at such a time, some things naturally become obvious.
"It turns out that Senior Brother He is also a member of Chapter 19."
Cheng Lu looked at the sword wound on his shoulder and looked at the mountain swordsman with a solemn expression.
The story of Huangliang has spread to Huaian with the opening of the gate of Daze.
Such a story about a Shanhe Taoist in a rumored town naturally spread.
Chapter Nineteen has become synonymous with such an organization.
Why not stand quietly by the forest of Yunwu Mountain and raise your hand to catch the sword that fell back to the Qingshan Mountain.
"Yes, junior brother, you guessed it right."
Following these words, there was a sword strike without any hesitation.
The master came from the same sect, so why not be a cultivator of the Great Dao, but after all, he is just an ordinary three-fold sword cultivator. The Liuyun Sword Sect's practice of sword intention is naturally not as good as the Human Sword Sect.
Therefore, such a sword cultivator is still in the Qinglian realm in terms of sword intention, similar to Cheng Lu.
The only advantage is that the energy in the body is more abundant.
The waves in the sea are overwhelming.
Naturally, Cheng Lu had many sword moves to break through the sword, but Cheng Lu did not draw the sword, but moved away, avoiding the sword, and fell into the clouds.
The old Taoist was nowhere to be found.
Compared to the Liuyun sword cultivator in front of him, it was obvious that the old Taoist who was seriously injured but had a high level of threat was a greater threat.
But it was obvious that since he had come out of the mist, it naturally meant that he would not let Cheng Lu leave like this.
Cheng Lu ran away, why not pursue her as quickly as she could with a sword.
The green mountains are covered with clouds and mist, but there are countless sword winds blowing, blowing away many mists that have not settled for thousands of years.
The two of them quickly shuttled through the clouds and mist.
Cheng Lu ignored the injury caused by a sneak attack on her shoulder. She held the Jueli Sword and carefully identified the direction of Qingshan.
The Liuyun Mountain Range has always been cloudy and foggy, which is unreasonable for a mountain range that is actually more northward in the human world.
More clouds and fog represent heavy humidity.
This is often the case in the Huangliang Mountains.
Although the Liuyun Mountain Range is quite high compared to the human world, it is naturally not that high. What exactly is the answer may be found in the supplementary records of the human world.
But for Cheng Lu, what the answer is is naturally not important at this time.
In the Land of Clouds and Mists, many areas are also unfamiliar to them, Liuyun Sword Cultivators.
When among the green mountains, even Cheng Lu might temporarily lose his direction sometimes.
So the young swordsman in black walked forward with great dignity.
After a long time, Cheng Lu finally stopped and hurriedly avoided the sword coming from behind her.
If the sword cannot be avoided, it will naturally be fatal.
Sealing the throat with one sword is the aesthetics of the Liuyun Sword Sect.
It is naturally different from those sword cultivation practices in the human world.
The momentum may not be huge.
But such a sword is more troublesome than any sword with sword intent.
Cheng Lu's figure moved towards the back.
Then he landed on a high cliff.
He Wu stopped and stood in the clouds and mist at the foot of the cliff, frowning at the short-haired swordsman.
But soon he realized something, and looked up past the clouds and mist, past the green mountains hazy with the light moon, and looked towards the north.
"This place is less than ten miles away from Liuyun Sword Sect."
Cheng Lu said calmly.
In fact, before Cheng Lu said such a sentence, He Bei's expression had already changed.
Between heaven and earth, a sword light cut through the moonlight.
For sword cultivators in the Qinglian realm, they can already travel hundreds of miles with their swords.
It's just that the sword can travel a hundred miles and the instant a hundred miles are naturally different concepts.
Perhaps only those sword cultivators who are already standing at extremely high places can achieve the feat of traveling hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye. For example, the Demon Ancestor was sitting on a high cliff, and his sword fell instantly on Huangliang Jiangluo.
It's just that in a place like Shili, for a cliff master realm sword cultivator, even if the Liuyun sword cultivator doesn't cultivate his sword intention, it will be a matter of time.
Before the expression on He Bo's face completely changed, the sword had already passed through his throat.
Cheng Lu turned around silently and looked at the Sword Sect that was still hidden in the clouds.
A trace of sword light breaks through at the end.
There is a white-haired swordsman standing in the mountain.
