What You Chunshan didn't know was that although Jiang Shanxue said that Cheng Lu had not left Shanyao Residence, he was just a swordsman, but he was not in that lakeside residence.
Bai Yuyao stood by the lake with folded hands, looking down at the twilight of the lake filled with green mountains.
And Kamigawa sat quietly in front of the bamboo house, where Bai Yuyao was supposed to be playing the piano. The emperor, who always looked indifferent, was raising his hand on the strings, and there was a clear and crisp sound of the piano playing softly. Slowly falling into the dusk.
It's just that the sound of the piano has a very different meaning from that played by Bai Yuyao or a Taoist who loves to play music.
Bai Yuyao listened there for a long time, and then laughed softly and said: "I rely on the flying soul to attract Chu. I miss you where you are, and you miss me. With such a beautiful tune, who are you remembering?"
Kamigawa didn't answer, he just sat quietly and played the piano, causing a vast cloud of smoke to rise up.
This emperor's injury is probably almost healed. Under his black imperial robe, he is completely silent, with no sword intent or Taoist charm.
After a long time, Kamigawa slowly stopped playing the piano, raised his head, looked at the woman in plain robes standing by the lake, and said calmly: "Who do you think I am remembering?"
Bai Yuyao lowered his head slightly and looked at the twilight of the lake for a long time, shook his head and said, "I don't know."
However, Shenhe did not continue speaking. He stood up while playing the piano and walked towards the lakeside, stopping next to Bai Yuyao.
The dusk wind blows across the mountain.
Bai Yuyao stood by the lake, turned to look at the divine river with imperial robes flying in the air, coughed twice, and then said softly: "I thought your majesty would go and take a look in person."
Such a sentence seems a bit gratuitous.
It’s just that nature has a reason.
For example, when a sword cultivator from Liuyun Sword Sect took a step towards the Shanju Lake, he was drawn in by some kind of power of time and disappeared from this world.
There is no sword intent or Tao charm around this emperor, but there is a lot of shamanic and ghost power surging under his robes.
Witchcraft, migration.
Gouqiu Qiushui and Shenhe had all practiced the art of witches and ghosts in the Youhuang Mountains back then. It was natural that Shenhe could not master what Gouqiu knew.
Kamigawa stood there quietly and said lightly: "Of course I can't go, even if many of the stories I saw with my own eyes would be clearer and more intuitive, it's just that for people like us, if we step into the years rashly, everything will be lost. All changes are unpredictable.”
Cong Ren's sword can cut through the years, so naturally it's more than just a false statement.
Perhaps a certain young master spirit witch who died in Nanyi City had a deep understanding of this.
Congren can do it, and so can Kamigawa.
And the same is naturally true for a certain Liuyun sword cultivator who survived from the Qingyi era.
Bai Yuyao looked down at the twilight lake like a mirror and said softly: "Speaking of which, even I don't know why Chen Yunxi came here."
When Chen Yunxi came that year, Shenhe might have noticed it in Huaidu, but in the end he didn't come over to take a look.
Such a mysterious sword cultivator suddenly left the Liuyun Mountains, which is certainly a scary thing, but after all, Kamikawa is a human emperor, and he will be frightened like a forest bird at the slightest sign of trouble, which is naturally a matter of ridicule for the world.
But why didn't Bai Yuyao know?
The woman in plain skirt looked at the scene of the world quietly, as if reminiscing about those years.
"The master of the temple confessed at that time that he walked out of the temple. Perhaps I felt guilty, and chose to close my five senses and practice in the middle of the mountain ballad, and try the twelve waves of the sea of Tao. Even if Chen Yunxi had been there before, it was still the same. It was only after that that I became aware of it.”
Kamigawa said calmly: "I thought he wanted to take a look at Bai Fengyu. But now that I think about it, Chen Yunxi may have taken more than one look."
Therefore, it is unknown how many times such a sword cultivator looked at him.
Bai Yuyao raised his head and looked over the green mountains of the world to the south. After a long time, he said softly: "Then let's see how much Cheng Lu can see."
The two of them said nothing more and stood quietly by the lake, waiting for the return of a certain black-robed swordsman.
...
Cheng Lu stood quietly on the small bridge in the lake with her sword behind her back.
The sword cultivator still maintained his greeting posture, but the woman in plain clothes who had been standing by the lake had disappeared.
Some drizzle is falling slowly in the world, and it disappears after entering the Pinghu Lake.
Cheng Lu looked up at the autumn mountains that had a lot of withering and yellow meaning, and then she understood that she was probably like this rain, submerged in the human years like a flat lake.
Cheng Lu stood quietly for a long time. Although there was no figure of a woman in plain clothes in front of the folk song, Cheng Lu still respectfully completed the unfinished etiquette in her hand.
Naturally, this sword cultivator from Liuyun Sword Sect didn't know what Bai Yuyao was doing twenty years ago. He just glanced at him, but his eyes seemed to be unable to cross a lake of autumn rain, and he looked around in a distant and hazy manner.
In front of that bamboo house, there was probably a Taoist atmosphere, and it was completely inaccessible.
Cheng Lu turned around with her sword behind her back and headed towards Qingtian Daozhong.
Qingtian Road twenty years ago.
Perhaps it still remains in the frightening stories brought about by the white wind and rain.
Therefore, the view is full of tranquility - this tranquility is very different from the tranquility the three of them saw when they stepped into Qingtian Road.
When the mountain bird falls in the forest, there is silence. When the mountain bird flies away in fright, the whole forest is also silent.
Qingtian Dao at that time was probably the latter.
Cheng Lu walked through the mountain roads with her sword in hand and stood on the forest road in the temple. She looked at the extremely silent Taoist temples. There were only occasional people passing by in a hurry. Today may not be an ordinary day. Those three or two occasionally The Taoist priests who passed by were also in a hurry, and even such a sword cultivator standing in the mountain rain with a sword on his back did not notice it.
Cheng Lu looked there quietly for a while, then carried her sword and headed down the mountain.
Naturally, this sword cultivator from Liuyun Sword Sect was not going down the mountain. He just carried his sword and passed through many buildings with closed gates that looked like bamboo piles in the rain, and then stopped on the forest path going down the mountain.
When Cheng Lu glanced over, she happened to see such an old Taoist, standing on the mountain road for a long time, looking at the drizzling misty world with great silence and solemnity.
White wind and rain.
Such a Taoist who has never turned into a demon is one of the few people in the world who can survive a hundred years.
Even twenty years ago, such a Taoist was already extremely old - perhaps even older and more haggard than the one he saw in Nanyi City.
The Taoist is dressed in wind and rain rather than autumn rain, and there is a lot of sword intent faintly diffused in those wind and rain.
Cong Ren's sword is still as powerful after all the years.
Cheng Lu silently looked at the old Taoist standing in the rain, but some pity suddenly arose in her heart.
It's just that such mercy probably comes and goes as quickly as it comes.
The pity on Cheng Lu's face had not yet been revealed, and all the expressions disappeared in a hurry.
Instead, there was all kinds of silence and complexity.
Under the mountain road, there is a touch of green and white color, coming slowly in the rain.
White hair and green clothes, Chen Yunxi.
Cheng Lu is one of the few people in the world who has seen such a sword cultivator. This young sword cultivator, one of the three swordsmen, is actually a disciple of one of the ancient three swordsmen.
Perhaps in thousands of years of stories, such a sword cultivator has never changed, let alone twenty years?
Cheng Lu looked at that very familiar figure, and really walked towards the Qingtian Road calmly in the stories Bai Fengyu told. For a moment, she felt that the autumn rain all over the mountain was coming with an extremely biting chill.
This was a feeling he had never experienced even during the snowstorm in Nanyi City.
It turns out that twenty years ago, this sword cultivator who the world thought had never left the Liuyun Mountains had really been to Qingtian Dao.
This is the end of Bai Fengyu's story.
Perhaps it is also the beginning of a story from now on.
Cheng Lu silently stood in the rain with her sword behind her back. She didn't say anything, but just looked deeply at the intersection on the mountain road for a long time.
The two stopped and stared at each other for a long time. The white-haired swordsman in green clothes in the misty autumn rain was just like what a Taoist said in the wind and snow. He said nothing and just stood there quietly.
Such a sword cultivator doesn't even carry a sword.
However, the sword intent coming from Cong Yan in the mouth of the old Taoist was stirring uneasily. Many of them broke free, cut through the autumn rain, and dispersed towards the heaven and earth.
Cheng Lu stood there silently, even though he had always firmly believed that his master was really stronger than Cong Ren and Kamigawa, but those were just the self-guesses of this swordsman.
It was only at this moment, when he saw that the sword intentions of those causal swords were frightened away by such a sword-free sword cultivation Zhou Zhiyi, that Cheng Lu intuitively felt the implementation of those speculations.
Cong Ren is already the sword cultivator of the Thirteen Layers of Daohai in the Daohai Realm of Jianyaya. When he fought against Shenhe in the East China Sea, even the fortune teller deployed the formation of the universe and suppressed it with the soul of Da Siming, but he was still unable to stop it. The sword intentions of the two fell towards the world.
So what kind of realm is such a white-haired and blue-robed swordsman?
...
"Fifteen stacks."
Le Chaotian looked at the curious young boy beside him and said softly.
Lu Xiaosan said in amazement: "Fifteen stacks?"
Le Chaotian stood on the cloudy and green mountain, looking quietly into the depths of the flowing clouds. He was also amazed and said, "Yes, fifteen stacks."
Unfortunately, Lu Xiaosan probably didn't have any intuitive concepts, so he counted on his fingers.
Le Chaotian turned to look at the young boy, smiled softly, and said, "Stop counting. You won't have any idea if you count clearly."
Of course, Lu Xiaosan could only know that it was a very high level.
"How high is that?"
Lu Xiaosan put down his fingers, looked at Le Chaotian and asked seriously.
"Senior Cong Ren and His Majesty Kamigawa are both Thirteenfold Sword Cultivators." The young-looking Taoist said with regret.
Lu Xiaosan thought for a while and said, "That doesn't seem very high."
Le Chaotian patted Lu Xiaosan's head and said helplessly: "The further you go, the harder it becomes. If this is not high, what do you think is high?"
Lu Xiaosan thought seriously for a long time on the top of the mountain with a gourd on his back, and said, "Then who is taller, him or senior Cao Weiying?"
Le Chaotian was speechless.
"People from Mojian Cliff should not be compared with people in the world."
Lu Xiaosan said oh, then looked at Le Chaotian and asked: "So, uncle, can you enter the fifteenth stack?"
Le Chaotian fell silent at this time. After a long time, he said softly: "Maybe it can be done, but it will take a long time."
Lu Xiaosan was obviously a little disappointed.
Le Chaotian looked at the young boy angrily.
"For the world, the nine fold waves of Daohai are already an untouchable realm for life. Why are you sighing?"
Lu Xiaosan said with a smile: "It's impossible for me to arrive anyway, why can't I still laugh at you?"
Le Chaotian raised his hand and was about to hit his head. Unfortunately, when the young boy said these words, he guessed what he would face. He immediately shrank back and gnawed on a fruit he didn't know where he picked. The pine cone was pushed in front of him.
The latter looked at the two of them blankly.
This unknown fruit was indeed delicious, but Pinecone didn't notice what the two were talking about.
Le Chaotian reluctantly took back his hand and stood on the edge of the mountain, quietly looking at the restless world in the clouds.
After all, the war in the south was stopped by the city in the mountain with great tenacity after the arrival of the human soldiers.
It's just that some things can be stopped, and some things cannot.
Lu Xiaosan didn't know what Le Chaotian was looking at, so he ran back and looked around curiously.
"By the way, uncle, how do you know that senior Chen Yunxi has fifteen stacks?"
Le Chaotian said calmly: "I have seen it here before."
"I thought you went to see him."
Le Chaotian stood there silently. After a long time, he sighed and said, "I don't dare. Such a swordsman who came from the Qingyi era is too alienated and indifferent to this world. I heard that people in the world drank bitter wine like this. Gan Li, no one knows what kind of attitude a swordsman like that holds."
Lu Xiaosan nodded thoughtfully, then looked at Le Chaotian and said, "Then why do you dare to come here again now?"
Le Chaotian smiled slightly.
"Because Chen Yunxi is not in Liuyun Sword Sect."
Lu Xiaosan said in surprise: "Then where did he go?"
"It doesn't matter where he went, what matters is..."
Before Le Chaotian finished speaking, there were several rays of sword light coming through the clouds from the misty green mountains. The sword intent was so powerful that it was an unusual swordsmanship.
However, Le Chaotian just stood in the sword wind of the mountain, raised his hand and countless words fell to the world. The sword light and sword light were all stripped away, leaving only a few bare swords shooting towards the green mountain. .
Le Chaotian very calmly raised his hand and held the trembling swords, and then said lightly: "Chen Yunxi is not in Liuyun Sword Sect, so no one can stop us from going in and taking a look."
Even those sword cultivators from the Sword Pavilion can't do it either.
Lu Xiaosan's eyes lit up.
As a Lingnan sword cultivator, it was natural for Lu Xiaosan not to be curious about an equally ancient sword cultivating place like Liuyun Sword Sect.
Just looking at the swords in Le Chaotian's hands, the young boy said with some worry: "But isn't this too high-profile?"
Le Chaotian smiled softly and said, "It doesn't matter, because the reason for coming here this time is to ask about the sword."
It is naturally impossible for a Taoist to ask about swords.
What happens between sword cultivators is probably called asking about swords.
Lu Xiaosan watched as Le Chaotian threw all the swords from Liuyun Sword Sect into the clouds and mist, and then took out a sword that he had never seen before from his sleeve.
Dielianhua.
This was the name he had engraved on his sword when he taught Le Chaotian how to learn swordsmanship in Lingnan and Nandao.
Lu Xiaosan almost forgot that although his master uncle looked like a Taoist, he was actually someone who had studied swordsmanship in Lingnan for half a year.
But the young boy was very suspicious.
Can a swordsman like you, Le Chaotian, who is not even a dabbler, really be able to practice swordsmanship?
This is what Lu Xiaosan thought and asked.
Le Chaotian stood in the misty green mountains with his sword in hand, answering Lu Xiaosan's questions very seriously.
"Because I only ask about swords, not people."
Lu Xiaosan said curiously: "What does it mean to only ask about the sword but not about the person?"
Le Chaotian smiled slightly.
"It means that if you can't beat Chen Yunxi, let's see what kind of sword he has."
Lu Xiaosan said with some surprise: "Didn't that sword cultivator go out with a sword? Then where is his sword?"
Le Chaotian thought for a while and said, "I don't know either. It's just that there are some things that I have to find out more clearly before I can feel more at ease, so..."
The young-looking Taoist sent his sword towards the clouds.
"Whatever, let's try the sword first."
Lu Xiaosan turned his head to look in the direction where Le Chaotian's sword struck, and then stood there in stunned silence.
The Liuyun Mountains, where the clouds and mists had not dispersed for thousands of years, were like waves in the sea of clouds at this moment. Wherever the sword passed, all obstacles were overturned.
The young boy chuckled and said, "Uncle Master, when did you learn swordsmanship so well?"
Le Chaotian turned around and said seriously: "Have you ever heard of a saying?"
The young boy asked: "What do you mean?"
Le Chaotian said softly: "Qing Yi doesn't know swordsmanship."
It may sound unbelievable that such a sword cultivator, who represents the ultimate in the human world, does not know swordsmanship.
It's just that the world really can't refute it.
Because Qing Yi has only used one sword in his life.
And that sword has never been seen before in the world.
Lu Xiaosan was a little confused.
Le Chaotian looked at Die Lianhua, who had ignited the green sword fire in an instant and turned it into extremely hot and red. He smiled slightly and said: "When your realm is really high, whether you can use the sword depends on whether you want to hold the sword or not. .”
In the distant Liuyun Sword Sect, countless sword lights appeared and appeared in an instant, forming a mighty sword net, trying to stop the sword.
Lu Xiaosan probably finally understood what Le Chaotian meant, but looking at the scene in front of him, he still felt incredible, and then looked at Le Chaotian who seemed to be smiling proudly.
"Uncle Master."
"?"
"You look like a snarky villain."
Le Chaotian was speechless, and then laughed softly.
"Who can be a good person all their life? Life is short, and sometimes it's okay to be a villain, not to mention..."
The Taoist looked at the young boy beside him and said with great sincerity and sincerity.
"I am a mountain."
