For Cheng Lu, there are some things that she has to do.
Before coming to Liuyun Sword Sect, he didn't know whether the sword sect's uncle would take action.
But it was obvious that the short-haired swordsman in black had guessed right.
When he stood on the cliff, there was a sword light coming suddenly.
It was the Liuyun Sword Sect disciple who had been chasing Cheng Lu all the way.
But this probably wasn't something that would make Cheng Lu happy.
On the contrary, the young swordsman looked at the sword that passed through his throat, turned around, stood on the cliff and looked at the sword sect in silence for a long time.
Although He Wu is not well-known, he is still a person who has entered the Dao. However, for such a cultivator of the Dao, the white-haired uncle kills him whenever he wants, which naturally means that the situation within the Liuyun Sword Sect is extremely complicated, and it is also Extremely severe.
Cheng Lu naturally knew about Chen Qingshan's murder on the mountain.
Just what did such a Taoist do that made them discover inside the Sword Sect?
Cheng Lu looked at it silently for a long time, then turned her head and looked at the struggling senior brother again.
Even a human being would not die if his throat was sealed with a sword.
Instead, he will struggle for a long time until his whole body twitches and his body becomes stiff.
But for practitioners, sometimes death is quicker.
After all, those who can kill practitioners are often practitioners.
When Cheng Lu fell from the high cliff, the senior brother was sitting there, covering the sword hole in his throat with his hand - but for a practitioner, it was naturally not fatal.
Nanyi City Hulu was stabbed through the heart by Nandao's sword, but he was able to survive well.
Physical injuries, unless they are really enough to destroy the entire body function, are naturally not too fatal.
What is truly fatal is the sword intent that spreads from the flesh and blood of those sword holes to the limbs and bones.
Until everything is destroyed.
When Cheng Lu stopped in front of He Bo, the vitality of this Dao Dao sword cultivator was constantly dispersing, and the sword intent was constantly swimming in his body. He might be about to reach the divine sea.
"When did you start?"
Cheng Lu held the sword and looked at this senior brother with confusion.
How can a young Taoist with a view of mountains and rivers connect many forces in the world?
From the four-hundred-year-old demon cultivator of the Human Sword Sect, to the Huangliang Nan Chu Wu Ming Yu Ming, to the Liuyun Sword Sect, and to many Taoist sects in the north.
It was hard for Cheng Lu to imagine that no matter how outstanding Li Shi was.
How could such an astonishing organization be connected in such a silent manner that the full picture has not yet been seen.
What's more, precisely because he is good enough and amazing enough, in the past ten years or so, ever since Li Shi started practicing meditation, such a Taoist has been in the eyes of people all over the world.
This is probably an incredible thing.
Why not hold your throat and utter some syllables of unknown meaning.
Cheng Lu just watched calmly, and her eyes fell on the sword in the senior brother's hand.
"Senior brother, do you think I will come here to listen to you?"
The short-haired swordsman was dressed in black and stood in the night clouds, speaking extremely calmly.
"We are all members of Liuyun Sword Sect, do you think I am so stupid?"
Why not breathe hard, like a strong wind tearing the rags by the window, there is some blood foam at the corner of the mouth, looking very miserable.
But no matter what, Cheng Lu never really came within three feet of this swordsman.
The sword intention is raging in this sword cultivator's body, cutting through everything.
The two looked at each other calmly.
Cheng Lu naturally knew what he was betting on.
I'm betting that before his divine sea is shattered, Cheng Lu will reach out with curiosity.
Maybe he made the right bet.
Because in the end, Cheng Lu still wanted to know too many answers, even though she knew he might not tell them.
The short-haired swordsman in black stretched his head over.
Why not have a moment of brilliance flash in your eyes.
But immediately after, he froze, and his hand did not rise. Even with the remaining sword energy of Shenhai, he did not move such a sword.
The hand was flying in the sky, and the sword was nailed to the ground by a broken sword.
Cheng Lu's sword was always very fast.
Why not even notice when he did it, he had cut off his own hands and feet, just in time.
The sword cultivator finally just sighed.
From that sigh, Cheng Lu just heard something that was almost completely broken.
Perhaps at the last moment, this senior fellow from the Liuyun Sword Sect finally felt a little compassion for the world, and spat out blood in an indistinct voice and said a single word.
".....two....."
Cheng Lu subconsciously stretched her head closer.
It's a pity that there is nothing left.
The sword intent broke through the last resistance and fell into the divine sea.
Then the divine sea shattered.
So the sword cultivator, who had just started to have a name, went to the Styx.
But from the expression in the sword cultivator's open eyes before he died, it could be seen that he probably had some regrets.
She regretted not saying something meaningful earlier, so Cheng Lu would stick her head out as if she was being slaughtered.
Cheng Lu looked at him silently for a long time.
So what?
Second bitch, second grader?
A single word can be used as a means of swearing.
But Cheng Lu knew that she was not scolding herself.
So it's probably twenty or two hundred.
Cheng Lu squatted there for a long time, then stood up with her sword in hand, raised her head and looked at the night for a long time.
Of course the old Taoist will not come here.
Because this place is too close to Liuyun Sword Sect.
Unless he is as bold as Chen Qingshan.
Just staying here for a long time is naturally meaningless.
Only then did Cheng Lu finally start to deal with the wound on her shoulder.
He tore off a piece of black clothing and wrapped it up, then turned around and headed south.
...
Only in this mountain, I don’t know where the clouds are.
Such a green mountain is naturally hidden in the clouds and mist.
After Lu Xiaoxiao and the others said goodbye to the sword cultivator in the small town, they continued to go north. Probably because they didn't want to go too far. On the way, they met some Lingnan teenagers who had settled near the Liuyun Mountains.
Lu Xiaoxiao and the others naturally didn't know where they were going, so they didn't stop and continued heading north.
Not that the world would hear their stories if they climbed over that mountain.
It's just because the conflict between Liuyun Sword Sect and Shanhe Guan is still there, and judging from Cheng Lu's appearance, there must be some problems within such a sword sect.
Therefore, in order to avoid being affected by the time, the group of people chose to climb over the Liuyun Mountains first.
At least compared to the south, the north is more peaceful.
It was only when they were climbing over those misty mountains that Lu Xiaoxiao and the others realized that they might still have underestimated the chaos in the Liuyun Mountains.
Those bloody colors are indeed hidden in a cloud, and the depths of the cloud are unknown.
Sometimes you will see some traces of fierce battles on the mountain road, leaving sword marks all over the ground, and scattered corpses of sword cultivators or Taoists.
The young boys looked there in panic.
This made them a little worried about the road ahead.
Although the scale was not large, it was probably just one or two disciples of Liuyun Sword Cultivator who met the Taoist priests of He Sect.
But this is still the outskirts of the Liuyun Mountains. Who knows what will happen if you go deeper?
After Lu Xiaosi was frightened, he sincerely took on the responsibility of his senior brother. He looked at Lu Xiaoliu and the others tremblingly and said, "Don't be afraid, there are no ghosts in the world."
Before he could finish speaking, Lu Xiaoyi hit him on the head.
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and follow Jiang Nan."
A group of young boys ran past there in fear.
Wu Dalong and Lu Xiaoxiao stood on the mountain road in silence.
"What are Shanhe Temple and Liuyun Sword Sect going to do?"
Lu Xiaoxiao was very confused.
Wu Dalong shook his head and sighed: "Who knows?"
But probably before the two of them sighed for a while, they heard the young boys heading forward suddenly become confused, and each of them drew their swords.
Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong's expressions changed and they hurried over.
Lu Xiaoyi and Fu Jiangnan in the front stood solemnly with their swords across their faces, and in front of the group of young boys was a sword cultivator who was not dead yet sitting under a tree.
The morning dew on the grass leaves around him is still fine and intact, clinging to the veins of the leaves. This swordsman must have been sitting here for a long time.
This is a sword cultivator who is around the realm of enlightenment.
Maybe it's taller than Wu Dalong.
But probably not much higher.
Wu Dalong and Lu Xiaoxiao pushed aside the group of young boys and walked to the front, where the sword cultivator leaned his head crookedly.
It wasn't until he saw these two sword cultivators approaching that his eyes seemed to have some light.
"Lingnan... sword cultivator?"
Lu Xiaoxiao held the sword and nodded.
"Yes."
As he spoke, he looked at the messy green mountains and clouds.
"What's going on here?"
Such a question may be somewhat redundant.
But Lu Xiaoxiao still asked seriously.
The sword cultivator who was wearing the robe of an outer disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect moved a little. There was a lot of chill in the Yunshan Mountain in the early morning, so he pulled at the disciple's robe with great difficulty.
"The people from He Zong...came to the mountains..."
The sword cultivator said it very hard.
Indeed, as the world knows, Liuyun Sword Sect and Shanhe Guan are at war.
Lu Xiaoxiao and everyone fell silent.
The sword cultivator probably saw the worries on the faces of these sword cultivators who had lost their homeland and were leaving despite the difficulty of leaving. He said slowly: "Don't worry... this is just a matter of observing the mountains and rivers." The Liuyun Sword Sect's...things. They won't touch Lingnan."
Even the sword cultivator community in the Liuyun Mountains, those many sword sects, have not been attacked by Shanheguan, let alone Lingnan.
"Of course...if you are really worried, you can go further east. The mountains there are flatter, the roads are open, and the clouds and fog are thin...the probability of encountering such a thing will be much smaller."
The famous outer disciple of Yunjian Sect spoke intermittently and seriously.
Lu Xiaoxiao looked at the sword cultivator. The sword cultivator was not very old, only in his twenties, but he was very calm. Even though his voice became weaker and weaker, and the light in his eyes became more and more mute, he was still quiet. Just sit there.
Lu Xiaoxiao looked at him silently for a while, and then said softly: "What about you?"
"I?"
The young man of Liuyun Sword Sect probably felt a little cold, and his whole body began to shrink, as if Cang Cang's twilight years had passed through decades in an instant and fell on him - this young swordsman He curled up like a little old man.
"My stomach was smashed, and I am barely keeping myself alive here with my sword power. There must be blood in my lungs, and my heart is almost not beating."
After the young swordsman sat there all night, he probably finally understood many things sincerely.
His sword lay aside, broken. The Taoist's bones were very hard.
Lu Xiaoxiao's eyes fell on the abdomen where Jian Xiu had been holding his hands, and he discovered that there were indeed some slightly sunken marks there.
This is not the center of the battle there.
So this swordsman was probably knocked down under the tree by the Taoist's measured punch.
"I can't survive."
The young man finally used these four words to sum up his life.
The sword intent in the divine sea is about to be used up, and those Dao Yun will soon move upward until they destroy the last hanging life.
All the Lingnan junior sword cultivators put down their swords and looked at this young man in silence, who was also a junior sword cultivator in the human world.
The latter was probably thinking about something seriously, and then looked at the group of people and said sincerely: "Can you... stop standing in front of me?"
Liuyun Jianxiu said softly.
"When the sun rises later, maybe it can shine on me again."
The sword cultivator talked a lot intermittently, and finally said something very fluently.
Although the clouds and fog are very thick, sometimes they shine through the thick fog like sword light and fall on the mountains and forests.
Lu Xiaoxiao stared at the sword cultivator blankly, and then the Lingnan sword cultivator empathized with him and led a group of young men to move aside, letting out the clouds and mist in the east.
The style of a sword cultivation place naturally does not represent everyone.
In fact, most people are just fish living in the general trend of inertia.
What will they do and what will they encounter?
Often it is not decided by oneself.
Perhaps in order not to disturb such a sword cultivator, Lu Xiaoxiao and the others left there quickly.
"Can he still hold on until the sun rises and has enough light to shine through the fog and fall on the mountains?"
Lu Xiaoyi asked melancholy.
Lu Xiaoxiao walked quietly in front.
"have no idea."
In fact, such a question may not only be asked to that kind of sword cultivator.
It’s also like the situation of these young people from Lingnan.
They are too low, so when they face something, even Lu Xiaoxiao and the others cannot see it as clearly as the young boy from the Enlightenment Realm of the Human Sword Sect.
...
After the Lingnan sword cultivators left, another younger figure appeared in front of the young sword cultivator who was sitting quietly waiting for the last ray of sunshine.
Cheng Lu was carrying Jueli on her back.
The sword cultivator who was already prepared to welcome death suddenly started to tremble on his lips, opened his eyes wide, and there were many tears flowing out of his eyes.
"Senior brother...save me...save me...I don't want to die..."
The sword cultivator cried out in fear and sadness.
Being able to see the beauty of the human world for a longer period of time, naturally no one would just wait in despair for the last ray of sunshine.
He knew that the people in Lingnan were unable to save him, so he said nothing.
But when this senior brother, one of the three swordsmen, appeared, those hopes returned to the sword cultivator's heart with fear.
Cheng Lu frowned slightly, squatted down in front of Jian Xiu, and raised his hand to lift up his disciple's robe.
The lower part was a mess of blood and flesh, and various organs were smashed in the stomach.
Just like what he said calmly to Lu Xiaoxiao and the others not long ago.
His heart almost stopped beating, and there was stagnation of blood everywhere. If he were not a practitioner, he would probably have died long ago.
But even if he is a cultivator, he will not survive.
Cheng Lu looked at it silently for a long time, then put down the robes in her hands and said softly: "I'm sorry."
He is a four-breaking sword, not a hanging pot sword.
Then the light in the outer disciple's eyes gradually extinguished and he sat there quietly.
"The sun is rising soon."
"Brother, let's go."
Cheng Lu stood up silently and headed south without looking back.
The misty mountain wind blows slowly.
Cheng Lu walked a long way and stopped at the far end of the mountain road. She stood there and looked ahead quietly.
There are clouds and mist in front of me, slowly rippling in the wind, like some flowing clouds from the sky, falling into the green mountains.
So when the wind blows, the clouds and fog disperse, and sometimes some very warm sunshine falls.
Then it fell in front and shone beside a fallen leaf mountain rock.
Cheng Lu looked at it silently for a long time, then turned around and looked at the young junior brother who was sitting quietly under the tree and had made no sound.
The sunshine at the end of April might sometimes shine on the sword cultivator for a moment, when some clouds and mist lightly dispersed.
Maybe not.
Cheng Lu looked at it for a while, then turned her head. The sunlight in front of her had disappeared.
The clouds and mist are still surging, like many unpredictable tomorrows.
The clouds and green mountains are life, perhaps the wind is destiny.
Cheng Lu suddenly remembered the incident in September last year when she carried this Jueli on her back and went to the small town of Shanheguanxia.
At that time, I said sincerely that I was not decisive enough or painful enough.
He is just a person who spends his life peacefully under the stage.
However, even this sword cultivator himself never thought that the years under the stage would pass by in such a hurry.
When the sword cultivator in white refused his offer of a sword, he finished eating noodles, drank a bottle of wine, then jumped out of the noodle shop while holding on to the window lattice, and walked towards the green hills in the September sunshine.
Everything suddenly began to change.
Cheng Lu didn't know where the world started to turn.
For him, of all the twists and turns of fate, the most clear one was probably the scene of the swordsman in white leaving without looking back.
The sword cultivator in white is named Zhang Xiaoyu.
At that time, Cheng Lu called his senior brother with great regret and pity.
And now.
Cheng Lu thought about the Liuyun Sword Sect disciple who died under the tree.
Thinking about it so sincerely.
He should have drawn his sword and killed that sword cultivator.
How could Zhang Xiaoyu imagine that such a kind Cheng Lu would suddenly pull out his sword?
Cheng Lu thought so regretfully.
