Ever since he knew that he might be mentally ill, You Chunshan, who could have been happily chasing the so-called white-belly fish back and forth, had no emotions at all.
I didn't have any intention of grilling the fish anymore, so I just sat melancholy in the forest, staring blankly at Ping Lin in the distance, not knowing what I was looking at.
This made Jiang Shanxue feel a little guilty. After all, just yesterday You Chunshan was eager to say, "I'll roast a rabbit for you."
As a result, today is like an eggplant beaten by frost.
So the Taoist grilled a fish very carefully and sent it to You Chunshan who was sitting there in a daze.
Unexpectedly, You Chunshan looked back at the grilled fish, and his expression was a little more worried. He raised his head and looked at Jiang Shanxue with an uneasy look and asked: "Do you think there is something wrong with my brain?" Because I eat too much fish.”
Naturally, people in the East China Sea often eat fish.
"..." Jiang Shanxue looked at You Chunshan in confusion. "How did you come up with this?"
You Chunshan said plausibly: "When I was a child, I heard the storyteller in the town often tell some strange things. For example, in ancient times, so and so ate too much raw fish and vomited out a lot of worms..."
Jiang Shanxue broke off a piece from the belly of the fish and handed it to You Chunshan again, saying, "You also know it's fish. Don't worry. I grilled this fish. If you eat it to death, Qingtian Dao will be responsible."
You Chunshan sighed and said, "I'm all alone, what's the use of taking responsibility until I die?"
But after all, You Chunshan still took the fish and gnawed it without any appetite.
Jiang Shanxue didn't say anything, just patted him on the shoulder.
Cheng Lu still didn't seem to wake up. She was sitting under the tree with her head tilted, looking like a dead person.
Jiang Shanxue returned to the fire and continued to grill the fish, but she was probably also very interested in the Jue Li in Cheng Lu's hand, so she decided to take it and take a look.
He just started to reach out and didn't have time to hold the sword.
There was the sound of a sword being unsheathed in the forest.
Jiang Shanxue raised his eyebrows, and saw the sword cultivator under the tree slowly opening his eyes, quietly looking at Jiang Shanxue who was sitting there grilling fish, and then lowered his head, looking at the unsheathed Jue Li in his hand. .
You Chunshan was startled by the sound. When he turned around and saw this scene, he no longer cared about his sorrow. He quickly ran over with the grilled fish, stopped between the two of them, and said nervously: "Don't start fighting, I will kill you if you start fighting." I ran away and left you alone!"
Jiang Shanxue couldn't help but smile.
This is probably the first time I have seen this method of breaking up a fight.
Cheng Lu sighed, and then put the Jue Li in her hand back into its sheath.
You Chunshan felt relieved now, and while eating the fish, he planned to go back to squatting.
But Cheng Lu suddenly stopped him.
"May I have your name?"
You Chunshan turned around in confusion, looked at Cheng Lu and said, "You Chunshan, what's wrong?"
Cheng Lu looked at him silently for a while, and then said slowly: "Have you seen Nandao?"
You Chunshan looked at Cheng Lu in surprise and said, "How do you know?"
Cheng Lu looked at the wooden sword in You Chunshan's hand.
On the sword are a young man looking at the cliff, a young boy standing with a sword on his back, and an umbrella hidden in the clouds and mist on the cliff.
For Cheng Lu, this was probably not something difficult to guess.
Cheng Lu didn't speak, nor did she talk about this matter again. She sat there leaning against the tree and began to breathe in the vitality of heaven and earth.
In fact, he just saw it suddenly and mentioned it casually.
Jiang Shanxue looked at Cheng Lu quietly for a long time, and then asked a question.
"What are you, Liuyun Sword Sect people, doing here at Qingtian Dao?"
The sword cultivator in black, who was gradually flowing with sword intent around him, turned to look at the Taoist wearing ancient Qingtian Taoist robes. He didn't know what he was thinking. After a long time, he didn't answer the question. He just looked at the Taoist and asked, "Jiangshan Xue" ?”
Jiang Shanxue was silent for a long time after hearing this, then looked deeply at Cheng Lu and said, "How do you know me?"
Cheng Lu said calmly: "After all, he is a descendant of the ancient Qingtian Taoist temple master. It is impossible for the Liuyun Sword Sect not to know about it."
Bai Fengyu was the previous temple master of Qingtian Dao. Before him, of course, there was Gu Qingtian Dao, the former leader of the Taoist sect.
"I see." Jiang Shanxue said softly, "So why did Si Po Sword come to Qingtian Dao?"
Cheng Luyan said concisely and concisely: "Something happened."
As for what it was, it was obvious that Liuyun Sword Cultivator didn't want to say it.
Jiang Shanxue turned back and continued grilling the fish, and then said slowly: "I heard before that Si Po Jian Cheng Lu was gentle, but now it seems that is not the case."
You Chunshan on the side also looked at Cheng Lu curiously.
Cheng Lu sat there quietly for a long time, then looked at the blood-stained Jue Jue after a thousand years, and said slowly: "People will always change. Isn't there a gentleman in your Taoist sect who should live among the trees and wild geese? Is there any talk about the transformation between dragon and snake?"
Jiang Shanxue said softly: "That's true, so maybe the story of Liuyun Sword Sect is indeed very serious."
When Cheng Lu heard these words, she was silent for a long time. Her sword intention gradually dissipated, and she stood up with Jueli covered with sword wounds.
The morning fog gradually dispersed.
The morning dew falls slowly.
Cheng Lu walked to the edge of the forest and looked at the distant mountains outside the forest for a long time, and then said softly: "The story of Jian Zong is still unknown. But my story is indeed like this."
Jiang Shanxue looked at the fish skin that was gradually becoming charred on the fire in front of him, and then looked at the lonely Ling Yun sword cultivator by the forest.
"What's the meaning?"
Cheng Lu stood there for a long time and said softly: "I can't go up the mountain."
Jiang Shanxue and You Chunshan were both a little confused.
Probably only this sword cultivator knows it best.
When she left Sijiao Town, Cheng Lu thought everything would go in a good direction.
It's just that he guessed something wrong.
It turns out that it’s not just his master who has a problem.
Including the white-haired martial uncle from Jiange who appeared in Fuyuntai.
Jiang Shanxue took the fish in his hand off the fire, looked at Cheng Lu's back and said, "Do you want to eat fish?"
Cheng Lu shook his head.
Jiang Shanxue did not try to dissuade her again. After all, Cheng Lu only seemed to be seriously injured, and her physical strain was greater than Shenhai Kongwei.
Although Jiang Shanxue had no injuries on his body, Zhang Xiaoyu's sword almost destroyed his divine sea.
If a practitioner does not have access to the Divine Sea, he will probably not be much different from the rest of the world.
"So what happened to those injuries on your body and those Liuyun sword cultivators?"
Jiang Shanxue put another fish on the fire, then ate the fish in his hand, looked at Cheng Lu and asked.
Cheng Lu was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "They are all from Chapter 19."
After the Twelfth Floor, there is another weird term in the world, Chapter Nineteen.
Jiang Shanxue fell silent.
Cheng Lu stood at the edge of the forest holding his sword, and said slowly: "There are too many people like this in the Liuyun Sword Sect, and we have never discovered them before. When I left, Uncle Nangong said that we would let the people from Yeyuya Come after me.”
The short-haired swordsman in black might be smiling.
It's just that the laughter probably contains a lot of ridicule towards myself.
"I thought it was a disguised escort, so I said thank you very sincerely."
Jiang Shanxue thought of the Liuyun sword cultivator who was nailed to the rock by Cheng Lu's sword yesterday. She might have understood something, and said softly: "But in fact, he was just showing his sincere and straightforward voice. But I am very curious, Why didn't he kill you right then and there, instead of going to such great lengths and taking such a big detour? Could it be that he wanted Qingtian Dao to take the blame?"
Cheng Lu said calmly: "I thought the same thing when I first met the fellow student who was so deadly. But then I figured something out."
"What's up?"
"Not everyone in the world will drown in the same river." Cheng Lu said softly. "Liuyun Sword Sect has more than just his sword pavilion master uncle."
Jiang Shanxue also understood, and said in a deep voice: "So if you attack near Liuyun Sword Sect, you may not really be able to succeed."
"Yes." Cheng Lu looked back to the south and said slowly, "So what happens to Liuyun Sword Sect is all uncertain."
"I heard that this story was started by Shanhe Guan Chen Qingshan." Jiang Shanxue frowned and said, "It looks like he may have discovered something."
You Chunshan on the side listened to this Taoist whose name was similar to his own, but said with some curiosity: "Chen Qingshan, is this the bastard Chen Qingshan that everyone in the East China Sea calls for beating?"
Cheng Lu and Jiang Shanxue turned to look at the young man from Donghai who had been listening silently for a long time.
You Chunshan didn't know why the two of them were looking at him like this. He hesitated a little and said, "Did everyone say it wrong and he is actually a good person?"
Cheng Lu didn't speak, but Jiang Shanxue said softly: "It depends on who you compare him with. If you compare him with me, then he is indeed not a good person."
You Chunshan thought for a while and said, "Compared with Zhang Xiaoyu?"
Jiang Shanxue sighed and said: "Then Chen Qingshan is such a little saint in the world."
So probably there is always a contrast between good and bad in the human world.
You Chunshan was speechless. What could he say? He is just a picky dog with a wooden sword and a sick brain.
The three of them stopped in the forest for a long time. Although Cheng Lu's sword wounds would not heal in a short time, they still needed to be dealt with.
After all, Zhang Xiaoyu knows to wash himself clean before meeting others.
Cheng Lu soaked herself in the stream.
You Chunshan looked at it curiously, and then asked Jiang Shanxue beside him.
"Can this really clean it?"
Jiang Shanxue did not answer, but asked You Chunshan to go downstream and have a look.
You Chunshan walked over as he was told, only to find many fish with white bellies floating in the lower reaches of Linxi.
So although the stream looks calm and calm, the bottom is probably filled with turbulent sword intent.
You Chunshan was very emotional.
If you can also use the sword, then you probably won't have to work so hard to wash your clothes in the future.
People in the world probably always think pragmatically.
For example, if you can practice cultivation, you will definitely not need to buy an ox to plow the land. With the sound of a sword, the land will be plowed.
You Chunshan sighed and picked up two more fish, planning to take them back and grill them for eating on the road.
Of course there are worries and joys in life.
If we put it a bit more mysteriously, it is called misfortune, and blessings depend on it, and misfortune lies behind it.
Although You Chunshan knew that he was not unlucky, but probably just sick - for a person in the world, this was indeed very bad news.
But at least there is good news for now.
Jiang Shanxue no longer had to carry it on his own, and the heavy-duty journey from the East China Sea to Huaidu was finally over, and it seemed that he really planned to return to Qingtian Road first.
Although Cheng Lu, the Four-Breaking Swordsman, looked injured, he was not someone who needed to be carried by himself.
So when the morning sunlight broke through the branches and leaves in the forest, fell down, and shone on this young man from the East China Sea, You Chunshan felt inexplicably relaxed, as if many of the heavy pressure on his shoulders had disappeared.
Stable and improving, stable and improving.
Jiang Shanxue felt a little weird when she saw You Chunshan, who was in a better mood after picking up two fish.
"Aren't you sad anymore?"
You Chunshan put the two fishes on the fire and said: "Of course I'm melancholy, but it's probably meaningless to be melancholy now. If you want to be melancholy, you have to go to Huaidu to see if there is really something wrong with your brain." Melancholy.”
Jiang Shanxue smiled softly and said, "Why do you look like you really hope that you are mentally ill?"
You Chunshan thought for a while and said: "Such a thing as bad luck is too far away from me, too mysterious. It's better to have a brain disease."
So sometimes people in the world are indeed very resilient.
What Liu Sanyue himself later denied may also be correct.
The scene when the prime minister scolded him in the Youhuang Mountains might have been more profound.
But probably people will always change.
Just like what Divination Master said, if you see right and wrong, you will go into right and wrong; if you know good and evil, you will become good and evil; if you listen to sorrow and joy, you will have sorrow and joy; if you have benevolence, you will have partiality.
Everyone is inevitable.
Cheng Lu washed away the blood stains on her body and returned here with Jueli on her back.
The water vapor was steaming on the black clothes, probably because there were countless subtle sword fires roasting the clothes - You Chunshan was extremely envious again.
Jiang Shanxue looked at the sword cultivator of Liuyun Sword Sect and suddenly asked a question.
"Have you chosen to enter the Nine Realms?"
Cheng Lu stood there very calmly and said: "I always live under others, and sometimes it is really difficult to move forward."
So probably this sword cultivator also plans to enter the avenue.
You Chunshan asked curiously: "So is the ninth realm high or not?"
Jiang Shanxue thought for a while and said, "It depends on who you compare with."
But this Taoist didn't compare himself anymore.
"Not as good as Zhang Xiaoyu, but at least now, he is much taller than your young uncle."
After all, Chen Qingshan is a Taoist, but Cheng Lu is a sword cultivator.
As for Zhang Xiaoyu, that young man with outstanding talent is both a sword cultivator and a Taoist.
In fact, there is a more intuitive method for such a comparison.
That is to pull out the Lingnan Sword Sect.
However, neither Cheng Lu nor Jiang Shanxue chose to mention such a sword sect who had died in Fengqiling.
The three of them rested for a while, waiting until You Chunshan's fish was grilled, and then left the forest and headed towards Qingtian Road.
...
East China Sea Pingshui Sword Sect.
The sword cultivator named Lin Shuiwang who had left the customs realm silently looked at the sword cultivator in white who was sitting next to Jianping Jianyi.
Sometimes this sword cultivator will feel aggrieved and think, this is something that clearly belongs to our sword sect, why do you want to snatch it away?
However, he only dared to think about it in his heart. After all, the person sitting in the Jianping, practicing and healing with that sword intention, was Zhang Xiaoyu, who had shocked the world in the past year.
Whether it was when Nanyi City Hongzhong entered the Taoism, or later when he used the wind and snow on the high cliff to kill Chen Qingshan, it was actually enough to amaze the world.
But Lin Shuiwang couldn't figure it out.
You, Zhang Xiaoyu, have reached such a state and height, why do you need to be the evil thief the world calls you?
So most of the time, Lin Shuiwang would stand in the distance with great regret, looking at the sword cultivator with great pity.
This is still true today.
Of course, Lin Shuiwang didn't insist on coming to look at this sword cultivator and sigh.
It's just that the leader of the Pingshui Sword Sect gave him the hope of revitalizing the Sword Sect.
I hope he can coax this white-clothed sword cultivator away before the sword power left by the cluster blade fades away.
This was probably a more difficult thing than coaxing away the young sword cultivator.
After all, the only realm of youth is walking in the snow.
But the person in front of him is actually a real five-fold sword cultivator.
What's more, who doesn't know that he, Zhang Xiaoyu, commits all kinds of crimes including adultery, robbery and robbery?
Well, that's a bit much to say.
However, when the figure of the sword cultivator in white clothes with blood on it fell into Lin Shuiwang's eyes, he was probably indeed very hateful.
Lin Shuiwang sat on the rocks beside Jianping Road with his sword on his back and his legs crossed, sighing.
Today is probably another day of returning in vain with a sad face.
Lin Shuiwang thought to himself.
After all, I didn't dare to get too close, for fear that the sword cultivator would chop me down with his sword.
Lin Shuiwang raised his head and looked at the sun. Everything was slowly flowing towards the west.
The sword cultivator jumped down from the stone and planned to go back to report to his master, saying that he still had no success today.
He had just jumped down and was about to walk up the mountain road when he heard some very rustling sounds coming from behind him.
Lin Shuiwang's figure froze there, standing in a daze for a long time, and then turned back.
But the sword cultivator in white had already stood up and left the range of such a sword intention. He was standing on the edge of the sword flat with his sword in hand, as if looking into the distance.
Lin Shuiwang thought to himself that you are already blind, what else are you looking at?
After all, the bloody eyeband was particularly abrupt.
The sword cultivator from the Pingshui Sword Sect stood there in a very embarrassed manner, unable to move or not.
After a long time, the sword cultivator standing on Jianping on the mountainside turned his head.
"May I have your name?"
Lin Shuiwang was stunned for a long time before he carefully replied: "Lin Shuiwang, senior brother."
Although the sword cultivator in the world no longer recognizes Zhang Xiaoyu's senior brother's name.
It's just that when such a sword cultivator is standing in front of him, probably not many people will really scold Zhang Xiaoyu as a thief.
After Lin Shuiwang answered this question, the sword cultivator in white turned his head again.
This made Lin Shuiwang a little confused.
Just when he was about to ask Zhang Xiaoyu what he wanted to do.
The sword in the hand of the swordsman in white suddenly unsheathed.
Lin Shuiwang stood there in shock, looking at the sword light that suddenly cut through the sky and disappeared, and said in amusement, "You, what are you doing?"
The sword cultivator in white said softly: "Although I, Zhang Xiaoyu, like to play rogue, it's just because there are many things that I can't pay back. But if I can pay them back, I won't refuse to pay them back."
Lin Shuiwang didn't know what this sentence meant.
The sword cultivator in white stood there quietly, but also turned his head.
"Do you want to learn some good swordsmanship?"
