Chen Huaifeng did not know that a certain Taoist priest had been carried to the north by the young man carrying a wooden sword whom he had met once.
But maybe the only thing for Jiang Shanxue, who came to East China Sea, was to find Chen Huaifeng and bring him back to Qingtian Road.
But for Chen Huaifeng, finding Jiang Shanxue, whose life or death is unknown and whose whereabouts are unknown, is obviously not the only thing.
This swordsman returned to the small town where he met Nan Dao.
The noodle shop owner named Wang Xiaoer still didn't sell noodles to Jian Xiu.
As time passed, the noodle shop became quieter and quieter.
After all, in a town like this, among the people coming and going, most of them are sword cultivators from all over the world.
Chen Huaifeng did not force anyone to do anything, and did not go to the noodle shop to buy a bowl of noodles. He just asked Wang Xiaoer for a bottle of wine - Chen Huaifeng didn't know why he asked a noodle shop owner for wine.
In short, Chen Huaifeng asked for it inexplicably, and Wang Xiaoer also gave it inexplicably.
Then the sword cultivator wearing the robe of a disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect left the town and appeared by the streamside where Nan Dao had sat. While drinking, he looked at the high cliff and wondered what he was thinking. What.
Wang Xiaoer was probably very leisurely. At dusk, he took a pot of wine and a bowl of noodles and walked to the stream. While looking at the Jian Sect disciple who was looking at Gao Ya, he ate his noodles.
Chen Huaifeng drank like tea. He ordered a bottle of wine in the morning and still had more than half a bottle in the afternoon.
Wang Xiaoer looked at Chen Huaifeng's pot of wine, which could be drunk by tilting the pot slightly, and at the wine beside his knees that he had to tilt his head to drink. He was probably very surprised at how quickly such a swordsman drank.
Are you raising fish?
But Wang Xiaoer didn't ask that.
After all, he knew why this sword cultivator came to the East China Sea.
If fish could be raised, Chen Huaifeng would probably really drown someone named Zhang Xiaoyu in a wine pot.
I'll push you into the river and drown you.
I'll stuff you into a pot and suffocate you to death.
Wang Xiaoer sat cross-legged on a piece of bluestone by the stream. The bowl of noodles was indeed very fragrant, but Wang Xiaoer did not feel sorry for Jianxiu who could not eat this bowl of noodles in the world.
After all, some of them do deserve it.
The person next to me might be too.
They are destroying the world and want to eat the food of the world.
How can there be such a good thing in the world?
Then Wang Xiaoer remembered the white-haired swordsman who walked into the noodle shop when Cong Ren and Shenhe were fighting fiercely in the East China Sea.
White hair in Tsing Yi, white crown in Tsing Yi.
In Wang Xiaoer's memory, he always seemed to have heard his father say that his grandfather said that his great-grandfather said that his wife, wife, wife, great-grandfather had probably seen a person like that.
Wang Xiaoer didn't know how many generations ago that story was.
So he didn't know whether the sword cultivator who was mentioned before was chaotic and sad.
In short, the sword cultivator he saw at that time was calm and indifferent, and seemed to have a lot of sadness.
Wang Xiaoer held a piece of noodles in his mouth and tilted his head to look at the sword cultivator beside him.
So, should such a person talk to this disciple of the Human Sword Sect?
Wang Xiaoer hesitated for a long time, then sucked the noodles in his mouth and took another sip of soup.
Nothing was said.
None of his own fucking business.
But probably some things are indeed related to myself.
Wang Xiaoer held the noodle bowl in one hand and picked up a wine bottle with the other. He took a big sip, then looked at the sword cultivator who seemed to have been watching here for a long time and said, "Have you avenged your master?"
Wang Xiaoer always couldn't help but think of the man in white who had eaten noodles in the East China Sea for a long time.
He is vulgar and brutal, a swordsman like Wang Xiaoer who is angry but pretends to be peaceful.
Of course, that person is also the one who eats the most noodles from himself.
Even if his heart started to bleed for some reason in the end, he would still finish the bowl of noodles.
Chen Huaifeng stood there with his sword on his back and shook his head calmly.
Wang Xiaoer sighed.
After a long time, the noodle shop owner said softly: "The man named Zhang Xiaoyu also ate noodles here."
Chen Huaifeng turned around and looked at Wang Xiaoer silently for a long time.
He probably knew when that happened.
That was October or November last year.
Zhang Xiaoyu is here to ask about the sword.
Wang Xiaoer didn't know why he said such a sentence. After a long time, the young man lowered his head and continued to eat the noodles from the edge of the bowl, speaking vaguely.
"I'm actually very sorry that something like this happened."
Such a sentence made Chen Huaifeng a little puzzled.
"What do you regret?"
Wang Xiaoer raised his head and said: "Because I wanted to find a waiter for the noodle shop at that time. I valued the guy named Zhang Xiaoyu very much. Unfortunately, I couldn't catch up with some stories, so my noodle shop lacked a very good waiter. two."
And there is a big bastard named Zhang Xiaoyu in the world.
Wang Xiaoer looked into the distance and said softly: "Sometimes I wonder, if I had really kept him, wouldn't many of the things you said would have happened?"
Chen Huaifeng looked at Wang Xiaoer silently for a long time, then turned back, picked up the wine bottle and took a sip of wine.
This sword cultivator from the Human Sword Sect of Qingtian Dao, wearing the robe of a disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect, said very calmly: "People sometimes like to attribute the faults of some human stories to themselves."
Wang Xiaoer was stunned for a moment, but he also realized that he was talking about himself.
"Why?"
Wang Xiaoer looked at Chen Huaifeng and asked.
Chen Huaifeng swallowed the sip of wine into his stomach - it was not charming, even though it was still twilight, it was still the wine that burned his throat, but it was not charming, the wine was not swaying in his stomach, and the evening breeze did not make him feel refreshed. . The story has changed too much from the time when I drank a pot of wine with Qing in Nanyi City.
"Because when you think about it this way, people in the world will feel that they play an extremely important role in history. It seems that destiny is in me and the general trend is in me."
Chen Huaifeng said softly.
"But in fact, it is nothing, nothing. Destiny is destiny, the general trend is the general trend, and the people of the world will always be dust carried away by the current."
"If you think that everything that belongs to me really belongs to me, then destiny should follow the direction of people's hearts and rush to the promised land, the ideal state. But is destiny really like this?"
Of course not.
"So right and wrong in the world actually have nothing to do with personal choices."
"Perhaps as Zhang Xiaoyu once said, when you step onto the card table, everything depends on gambling."
Chen Huaifeng looked at the dusk quietly and spoke in a low and slow voice.
"Perhaps this is...time, fate, luck..."
Wang Xiaoer tilted his head and looked at the sword cultivator standing by the Dusk River. Unfortunately, he didn't know many stories about this sword cultivator.
He didn't even know that the person in front of him was called Chen Huaifeng.
Old nostalgia, youthful style.
After a long time, Wang Xiaoer said softly: "Actually, I don't understand."
Chen Huaifeng said matter-of-factly: "I didn't expect you to understand."
After all, his name is Wang Xiaoer, not Chen Huaifeng.
Wang Xiaoer looked at the high cliff thoughtfully.
"So you told her about it?"
Chen Huaifeng raised his eyebrows and said, "Why do you think you told the cliff master?"
Wang Xiaoer said seriously: "It's impossible that you are talking to yourself?"
Chen Huaifeng said softly: "Why not?"
Naturally, the person you talk to the most in your life is only yourself.
Wang Xiaoer looked at Chen Huaifeng for a long time, and then asked: "Then what are you doing standing here?"
Chen Huaifeng sipped his wine, looked at the high cliff immersed in the twilight of the East China Sea and broke through the clouds, and said slowly: "Because I want to go up to the cliff to ask some questions."
"But you've been standing all day."
"Because I know that it is impossible for Cliff Master to answer human questions. But he also holds many unrealistic hopes. After all..."
Chen Huaifeng paused for a long time, and then said softly.
"After all, that person is also her uncle."
Wang Xiaoer held the noodle bowl and looked at the high cliff. After a long time, he said calmly: "So why not?"
Chen Huaifeng turned to look at the noodle shop owner.
The latter said sincerely: "It's always good to give it a try."
Chen Huaifeng was silent for a long time, then put down the wine bottle in his hand by the stream, then leaned down, washed his face seriously, waded across the clear stream, and left with his sword behind his back.
Wang Xiaoer was not in a hurry to leave. He looked up at the sky and wondered how long it would take for this Sword Sect disciple to come back.
His realm should be very high, so most sword intentions should not be able to stop him.
It's just that his realm is not high enough, so he probably won't be able to climb the Zhuojian Platform.
The story may have a conclusion before sunset.
For the people in this small town under the cliff of the East China Sea, this is nothing new.
In fact, many very confident swordsmen come here every year.
Finally, I looked at the cliff and sighed, then left dejectedly.
The era of Qing Yi has naturally passed.
Just the little bit of tail that a ten-year sword sect left behind in the years is still enough to become an extremely difficult hurdle for sword cultivators in the world to overcome.
Chen Huaifeng left in a hurry and came in a hurry.
It was indeed at sunset that the swordsman silently walked back from the cliff.
Although Wang Xiaoer could already see what happened, he still asked with some hope: "How is it?"
Chen Huaifeng stopped by the stream, picked up the wine bottle he had put down, and said softly: "I didn't see the cliff owner."
This sword cultivator passed through those two thousand feet of sword intent without any hindrance.
Just like Zhang Xiaoyu before, he stopped three thousand feet below.
There are four layers of the avenue, Chen Huaifeng, who embraces Bai Fengyu's original Fengyu Taoism and is in the realm of the human cliff master, has also not crossed the three thousand-foot sword step with white hair.
And the woman in the white dress on the turbid sword platform did not appear either.
So many answers are naturally obvious.
Chen Huaifeng stood by the stream, raising his head high, as if he was taking a swig of wine, or looking up at the high cliff.
Only those who have climbed the cliff will understand how high the cliff is.
The higher you go, the smaller you feel.
The people on the cliff are the people in heaven.
Chen Huaifeng stood in the twilight evening breeze of the East China Sea, but he suddenly understood the origin of the word "Wang Jian Broken Crown".
If you raise your head too high, everything will break.
This Sword Sect disciple said sincerely: "So, how can Zhang Xiaoyu deserve to be called the Three Swordsmen with such a woman?"
How can Cong Zhongxiao deserve to be called the Three Swords along with Bai Yi?
It's just that Chen Huaifeng didn't say the following sentence.
After all, it is something that deceives the master and destroys the ancestors.
Although Bai Yi died at the hands of Emperor Huai long ago, the world can probably get a glimpse of his talent as a swordsman who can be compared with Taoist Saint Li Queyi from these descendants of Bai Yi.
Wang Xiaoer drank the last bit of noodle soup, shook his head and said to himself: "I don't understand these things in your practice world."
You probably don’t need to understand either.
His face is also the ultimate existence in the world. There might be a young man who was eating noodles in Huaidu and looked at a certain scholar in surprise and thought - is this kind of noodles worthy of sharing the adjective "delicious" with the bowl of noodles from Donghai?
But before Wang Xiaoer finished his noodles, the sword cultivator by the stream suddenly raised his head and looked at the dusk sky.
Wang Xiaoer was probably also startled by Chen Huaifeng's sharp and sudden movements, and subconsciously raised his hand to protect the noodles in the bowl.
Probably because he was afraid that something would fall from the sky and knock over his noodle bowl.
Just not.
There was just a sword light shining in the sky, as bright as the stars in the distant night, passing by in an instant.
Wang Xiaoer was about to ask what that meant.
Then he saw that the sword carried behind the sword cultivator beside him was also dragging the bright sword light out of its sheath, chasing the sword light away.
Wang Xiaoer stared at the sky blankly.
Perhaps in the extremely distant sky, where even the twilight clouds are faint, the two swords intersect together, and the sword light shines like flowing fire all day long.
It's a pity that such a noodle shop owner can't see it.
He could only see that the sword cultivator beside him looked pale for a moment.
Then the sword that flew away became a little mute, turned back from the sky, and fell back into his sheath.
Wang Xiaoer looked at the still calm face of the sword cultivator next to him, and his shocked mood calmed down a little. He stood up with the bowl in hand, standing side by side with the sword cultivator in the dusk by the stream, looking up at Gao Xiaoer. Sky - in distant stories, people in the dusk would look at the sky with their bowls in hand while eating after plowing.
They wonder, will it rain, will it be sunny, will it be frosty?
And is Wang Xiaoer thinking about using the sword?
Maybe it's really mean.
In an era when practitioners are becoming increasingly unreasonable, people in the world are indeed despicable.
"Whose sword is that?"
Chen Huaifeng stood by the stream for a long time. Even though the sword had returned from afar and fell into its sheath, it was still trembling slightly with the entire scabbard.
"Zhang Xiaoyu."
Wang Xiaoer fell silent. After a long time, the noodle shop owner asked softly: "What does he want to do?"
Chen Huaifeng said softly: "He wanted to tell me that it is difficult to be a good person. If you make one mistake, you will fall into the abyss. For example..."
Wang Xiaoer frowned and said, "Like what?"
Chen Huaifeng took a big gulp of wine from the wine flask.
"For example, if he wants to kill someone, I have to stop his sword - no matter how far it is."
Wang Xiaoer looked at the sword cultivator blankly, and suddenly seemed to realize something. He held the bowl and looked at him with wide eyes and anger.
"You can't do this!"
Although Wang Xiaoer is not a practitioner, as a person who has lived in a small town under the cliff of the East China Sea for generations, he can naturally understand the meaning of the sentence "no matter how many miles it takes".
"You are the greatest sword cultivator in the world. You should know what consequences a cultivator's sword will have if it travels through the world without scruples."
The young shopkeeper from Donghai gritted his teeth and looked at Chen Huaifeng and said.
Chen Huaifeng lowered his head and said softly: "Then what do you think I can do?"
There was a lot of sadness in this sword cultivator's eyes that was as heavy as the twilight.
"Of course I know very well that the cold light sent by the wind thousands of miles means that the sword wind will plow through the world like a plow in the world."
"But it's not something I can decide. The rules of the world can only bind him, not me. If someone starts to break the rules, then the rules will no longer exist."
Wang Xiaoer stood there in a daze.
Yes, this is indeed not something Chen Huaifeng can decide.
People within the rules will always have a harder time than those outside the rules.
So who was the first to break the rules?
Is it Zhang Xiaoyu, Cong Ren, or the Taoist named Chen Qingshan who was outside Liuyun Sword Sect Qingshan?
Wang Xiaoer was silent for a long time and threw the bowl in his hand into the stream - this was also an unruly behavior.
If a child wants to catch fish and jumps in, he may be stabbed directly to the heart by a broken bowl.
"What on earth is Kamigawa doing?"
The shopkeeper of Donghai Noodle House did not address His Majesty again.
Chen Huaifeng was silent for a long time, then looked up at the sky and said softly: "He is thinking about heaven."
So you don’t want to live in this world anymore?
Wang Xiaoer thought in a hurry.
Then he turned around and looked at the sword cultivator who had been talking to him peacefully about many things in silence.
Yes, no matter how harmonious the worldly people and practitioners are, even if they eat at the same table and curse each other.
It's just that some things are completely different after all.
When they strip away their identities as worldly people, people will see what kind of height they are at.
Wang Xiaoer turned around and walked silently towards the town.
Therefore, there is only one Lingnan Sword Sect in the world.
And now, there is no one left.
.....
Lin Shuiwang stood there in a daze, watching the Wu-Die Sword Cultivator whose sword was going an unknown distance away, wondering what he meant by such a sentence.
A sword like that goes away suddenly and comes back suddenly.
Zhang Xiaoyu calmly raised his hand to take the sword, and then gently stroked the sword body.
When Lin Shuiwang caught a glimpse of the bright red on the sword, he suddenly felt great fear in his heart.
"what have you done?"
Zhang Xiaoyu calmly wiped away the blood on the swords.
"I wanted to kill someone from the Donghai Sword Sect, but I couldn't."
"who is it?"
"Anyone."
Lin Shuiwang stood there trembling.
Such simple four words can bring more fear than any other name.
Zhang Xiaoyu just turned his head, his face as calm as a lake under the bloody eyeband, and said: "So do you want to learn some good swords?"
Lin Shuiwang stepped back hastily, probably tripping on a tree root, and fell backwards. He got up in a panic, turned around and ran towards the forest.
Zhang Xiaoyu calmly turned around and stood on a mountain in the evening breeze, his white clothes flying like snow in the twelfth lunar month.
Is there any good sword in the world?
It's just a matter of swordsmanship.
A good sword cannot kill.
Seeking truth is fruitless.
There is no way to escape.
So, what is it all for?
Zhang Xiaoyu felt that he was crazy.
The sword cultivator in white lowered his head.
Senior brother probably thinks so too.
Any senior brother is the same.
