When the sword intent in the autumn rain on those mountain roads began to disperse, the old Taoist standing on the road silently left the center of the mountain road, stepped on the end of the stone steps, and pressed his back against the wet branches and leaves on both sides. That way a way was opened.
The white-haired swordsman in green clothes walked towards the mountain calmly and passed away with Bai Fengyu.
Cheng Lu stood there silently and said nothing.
The two people on the stone steps of the rainy mountain road passed each other calmly like this, and the white wind and rain headed down the mountain. They might wait there for a long time until they saw nothing, and then quietly left and went to Nanyi City. Find a grave to spend the rest of your life in.
And Chen Yunxi.
Chen Yunxi.
Cheng Lu watched silently as he slowly passed through the Qiuyu Mountain Road, and then came upwards. However, he did not go towards the view. Instead, he crossed the deep Qiuyu forest and quietly turned his head to look at his white-haired man in Qingyi. The sword cultivator.
The short-haired swordsman in black didn't hide, he just stood there quietly with Jueli on his back.
Cong Ren could see many people who should not belong to this era.
It's impossible for Chen Yunxi not to see it.
So Cheng Lu just stood there quietly, and after a long silence, she bowed.
Did Chen Yunxi have a disciple named Cheng Lu twenty years ago?
Of course not.
However, the white-haired sword cultivator whose face still had many shadows of his youth looked calmly at the black-clothed sword cultivator standing in the forest.
After a long time, Chen Yunxi said calmly: "What are you doing here..."
"Cheng Lu."
Cheng Lu.
Cheng Lu, who had lowered his head all the time, suddenly raised his head when he heard these two words, looking at the sword cultivator in front of him with disbelief in his eyes.
The thousands of words of questioning that were originally said were all drowned out by an indescribable shock like a tide at this moment.
"division....."
Cheng Lu just said this word repeatedly, and then she could no longer say anything.
Just like some of Cheng Lu's reveries when the old Taoist told those stories in Nanyi City.
Twenty years ago, what was Cheng Lu doing? Such a swordsman was only five years old at the time. He had not yet stepped out of the world. He was probably playing in the mud, chasing butterflies, and looking at pumpkin flowers in a certain town.
It's just that such a sword cultivator who shouldn't have interacted with Cheng Lu, who shouldn't have known Cheng Lu's name, looked at the young sword cultivator in the forest in this autumn rain and called out his name.
In the dim autumn rain, there was faint thunder rolling in the sky.
As if Cheng Lu had been struck by lightning, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed through her mind, illuminating many unbelievable truths.
"It turns out that Master, you..."
"Never transformed into a demon!"
The young swordsman in Qiu Yu had never felt such fear before.
Yes.
The world has always thought that such a swordsman who has lived since the Qingyi era and is older than Cong Zhongxiao can survive for such a long time because he transformed into a demon.
Just like a cluster of blades.
The matter of transforming into a demon came from a horrifying guess and experiment made by the Demon Ancestor back then.
At that time, Chen Yunxi was probably turning gray.
Then everything made sense.
But when Cheng Lu stood for such a period of time and heard the white-haired swordsman in green who stood on the Qiuyu Mountain Road say his name so calmly, all the past speculations about this swordsman came to nothing. In an instant, they were all overthrown.
Looking from the front to the back, everything is uncertain, but looking from the back to the front, it is destiny.
How could such a sword cultivator from twenty years ago know Cheng Lu's name?
At that moment, Cheng Lu finally knew many answers that she didn't even know.
"It turns out that Master, you have been walking in time for more than a thousand years."
Chen Yunxi just stood there calmly, quietly looking at his always smart disciple.
Cheng Lu couldn't calm down for a long time, looking at this swordsman who taught her swordsmanship peacefully when she was young in great panic.
After a long time, Chen Yunxi slowly said: "Do you want to know some answers?"
Cheng Lu stood there weakly and said softly: "I think I already know many answers, Master."
From the old Taoist priest of Songxue Guan, to a certain human sword sect, a disciple named Zhuang Baiyi more than four hundred years ago.
Of all the ways in the world, Cheng Lu has never been able to understand how a chapter like Nineteen, which seems to have just appeared not long ago, brought together so many people who should not be together.
But at this moment, he finally understood a lot of things.
Because there are people walking in the years.
A thousand years is enough for many things to extend their tentacles together little by little.
Chen Yunxi just stood calmly in the autumn rain.
When Cheng Lu looked at that picture again, she seemed to see a rain that lasted for thousands of years.
Perhaps it started here, and those stories, like the gurgling rainwater on the stone steps, began to flow towards the human world through the ages.
After being frightened for a long time, Cheng Lu finally remembered something. She looked at Chen Yunxi with a complicated expression and asked, "So, Master, who do you want to see when you come to Qingtian Dao?"
Chen Yunxi did not answer this question, but turned back calmly, stepping on the autumn mountain rainwater that flowed with the fallen leaves, and walked up the mountain road.
Cheng Lu jumped up and chased towards the mountain road.
Just as he started to take steps, the Jueli Sword behind him suddenly came out of its sheath and lay in front of him.
Chen Yunxi stopped there without looking back, and said calmly: "Some stories are not for you to read, Cheng Lu."
The short-haired swordsman in black clothes stared blankly at Jue Li as the cold light circulated in the autumn rain. The cold light in the dim autumn rain should have been dull, but it stung the swordsman so hard that he couldn't open his eyes.
After a long time, Cheng Lu said softly: "The world always talks about the laziness of a teacher who is not strict in teaching. But there are many things, not just the laziness of the teacher. The teacher is ruined, and the disciples are also at fault. For example, the king is stupid because his ministers do not admonish him. Good words.”
The sword cultivator in black slowly raised his head and looked quietly at the white-haired figure in green on the mountain path, then stretched out his hand to hold the sword - not by the hilt, but by the broken sword. But it is also on the sharp sword body.
Cheng Lu clenched the Jue Li with great strength, blood dripping from her palm.
The young swordsman knelt down in the autumn rain, prostrate on a mountain in the autumn rain, and said in a sad and desolate voice.
"Master, please turn back!"
Chen Yunxi did not look back, just stood there calmly. After a long time, the white-haired swordsman in blue said softly in the rain: "You should learn from Zhang Xiaoyu and Cheng Lu. In troubled times, kneel down." There is no point in lying down. When someone starts to draw a sword, you must also learn to draw the sword, and you must talk to me about your reasons."
Cheng Lu just bowed her head in the rain.
"Disciple doesn't have any sense. I only know that the world is devastated and everything is dying."
Chen Yunxi said calmly: "There are some things in the mountains and rivers that you should also take a look at. They are looking at each other, living and dying, they seem to be full but not full, and they are about to be filled but not full. It's just that they are too gentle. In addition to being covered in filth, There will be nothing in the name.”
Cheng Lu raised her head in complete silence and looked at the white-haired swordsman standing on the mountain path for a long time.
The latter still just spoke extremely calmly.
"A sharp era cannot be spent with a gentle attitude. Walking into the night peacefully will only lead to a peaceful death in the night."
It was only after saying this that Chen Yunxi finally turned around, looked at his kneeling disciple in the forest, and then walked calmly towards the mountain road.
"I may not not appreciate Bai Fengyu."
These were the last words of the white-haired swordsman in blue.
Cheng Lu let go of the sword in her hand and knelt down in the forest silently, looking for a long time at the sword cultivator who was heading up the mountain road unstoppably.
It took a long time for the black-clothed sword cultivator to finally stand up from the autumn rain, leaning on his sword. When he stood up, deeper in the misty autumn rain, he vaguely saw a Taoist standing there. .
Cheng Lu didn't have time to see the appearance of such a Taoist clearly, but countless sword intentions poured out from the Jue Li in her hand.
All the autumn rain and autumn mountains were chopped into pieces.
The dusk shines on Pinghu, and the mountain breeze comes slowly.
Cheng Lu, who was all wet, was half-kneeling by the lake. She was standing in the wind with a black robe in front of her. She was holding such a sword of separation in her hand, and blood was dripping down into the lake.
Cheng Lu stood up in silence and looked at the black-robed emperor in front of him. The latter was holding such a sword in his hand, and his sword intent was surging. Just like Cheng Lu, the sword was held horizontally in his hand. Cutting the palm of such an emperor, blood flowed freely.
Kamigawa quietly returned the sword to Cheng Lu, and the sword cultivator from Liuyun Sword Sect held the sword and bowed.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Cheng Lu could naturally see that it was Kamigawa who had forcibly brought him out of those years, and who had also carried away the sword intent from the white-haired and blue-robed swordsman above all those decisive moments.
Kamigawa looked at the extremely messy swordsman in black for a long time, and then said calmly: "So what is the answer?"
Cheng Lu was silent for a long time, then turned towards Shanyao Judahu and headed away.
"the answer is....."
The Liuyun sword cultivator stopped in front of the back mountain path and said softly: "We can't win, Your Majesty."
...
It seems like nothing can ever be won in this world.
Young Master Wubei was walking sincerely in the streets of Nanyi City, but he didn't even see the appearance of such a Taoist priest, so he had to make a hasty choice among the sword wounds all over his body.
The young man held the sword and walked quietly on the twilight streets of Nanyi City. In the cold and silent long street, the shadow stretching under the young man's feet was like a hesitant sword.
The sword is round, like a melon-skinned head.
It's just that there probably won't be any sword name written on it, or perhaps it does have the name of the sword - Thirteen Yao.
The young man stopped there and looked quietly at the words that had fallen off the signboard of the street card shop because no one cared about it after the war.
At that time, many people were actually annoyed by the atmosphere of Nanyi City surrounded by cards.
It's always noisy and can easily keep people from sleeping well in the middle of the night.
It's just that when they see the current Nanyi City, they will probably feel that a name like Shisanyao is actually very kind.
Hu Lu held the sword and looked there in silence for a long time, then walked forward and kicked those words away.
When some of the few people in Nanyi City passed by, they looked at Hu Lu and asked seriously.
"What are you going to do?"
Hu Lu did not answer, but just held the sword and lowered his head, wandering on the street like a homeless second-rate man - like a hesitant sword.
The man saw that Hu Lu didn't speak, but he had no choice but to walk away.
In Nanyi City today, greetings on the streets are rare and valuable.
It's just that this young man didn't cherish these things.
Probably everything is broken and there is nothing left to cherish.
Zhao Gaoxing was also wandering the streets in depression.
After crossing Lingnan with great momentum, the war finally came to a standstill outside Shanyue City - Zhao Gaoxing and Hu Lu were actually still watching there that night, looking at the mountain that was already easy to defend and difficult to attack. The city has raised a desperate barrier.
So the young man had to start worrying about whether he would really die for his country if Huai'an counterattacked.
This thought became more and more intense, and became more and more panic.
Zhao Gaoxing felt that his breathing was somewhat blocked.
So he wandered around the world holding his sword.
This may be Huangliang's last glory.
Zhao Gaoxing sat on the street, looking at the dusk and thinking.
Such an ancient country, through the afterglow of the goddess, successfully entered the land of the north and even crossed the Lingnan. I heard that during the ancient Chu period, they had only reached this area.
Zhao Gaoxing used various reasons to comfort himself.
You see, you can also leave some words in the history books.
Although you have nothing to do with this war, those people from Zuo Shi Mansion still want to record your name.
Even if there is only the word "happy", it is very valuable, isn't it?
The history written by the world is as precious as gold. Being able to leave a name is already better than most people.
Zhao Gaoxing was finally in a better mood, but the sky seemed to have suddenly darkened.
The young man thought he had been lost in thought for so long that he didn't even know it was dark, but when he raised his head, he realized that it was not the case.
It wasn't that it was getting dark, but a boy he hadn't seen for a long time stopped in front of him holding a sword.
Zhao Gaoxing looked at Hu Lu in surprise.
"So you've really come back?"
Hu Lu probably didn't want to hear anything about the past anymore, so he turned around with his sword in his arms and remained silent for a long time before nodding his head imperceptibly.
Zhao Gaoxing's original sad mood was temporarily dissipated by the surprise after seeing Hu Lu.
This young man from Huangliang stood up, looked at Hu Lu and asked seriously: "Have you really gone back to the past?"
Hu Lu responded dully.
"So did you change any of the stories?"
Zhao Gaoxing asked innocently.
The Sword Sect disciple just stood in the long street for a long time, looking at the world with no snow and only twilight. After a long time, he said softly: "No."
"Nothing?"
Hu Lu turned around and repeated softly, calmly and perhaps feebly: "Nothing."
Or maybe everything is on track.
Everything should be, everything is.
Nothing ever changes.
Hu Lu did not remember that he had ever seen such a future self.
So he didn't know how embarrassed he was when he ran away in a hurry, whether he was like a drowned dog or a drowned rat.
But he knew that look and posture must be extremely ridiculous.
The young man sighed and continued walking towards the south.
Zhao Gaoxing followed him curiously.
Although this Sword Sect disciple looks like he is wandering aimlessly.
But it also has a set direction.
He might go north into an alley, or he might turn to the river to take a look at the water, but in the end he kept going south.
Zhao Gaoxing didn't know what Hu Lu was looking at or looking for.
The two of them were wandering in Nanyi City at dusk like I have been romantically involved all my life.
It wasn't until there were many rivers in front of him, and a mountain in the city in the twilight appeared in front of him over the eaves, that Zhao Gaoxing saw the young man in front of him stop.
Hu Lu stopped there and looked at the tomb mountain for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.
Zhao Gaoxing looked back and forth, always feeling that Hu Lu seemed very weird today.
After watching for a long time, the young man discovered something very strange - the sword Hu Lu was holding in his arms today did not seem to be his own sword.
Zhao Gaoxing felt that he had seen that sword somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
It was a sword with a green hilt.
If this was on a mountain stream under a moonlit night, then this boy would probably remember it clearly.
It's just that the hue in twilight and the hue in moonlight are often different.
Zhao Gaoxing was still thinking about it.
Hu Lu suddenly said: "I once had a dream, in which my master came back."
Zhao Gaoxing looked at the young man with some confusion, wondering why he would talk about such a thing again.
Hu Lu just held the sword and talked to himself.
"He told me at that time that I could hold that square inch, or that ugly sword, or of course I could hold my own sword - I could choose a lot of things by myself, not just what the master said sword."
Zhao Gaoxing looked at the sword in Hu Lu's arms, but he still didn't understand.
"Actually, what Master said in the dream is very simple. If it's right, just walk on. If it's wrong, just walk out."
Hu Lu looked back at Zhao Gaoxing and said softly: "I think I was wrong."
When the young man turned back, he also let go of the sword in his hand and stood in the dusk with his arms spread out.
The sword with the green hilt was once taken to the East China Sea by Cong Xin. In a day of sword intent, the sword could break through many things. It fell down calmly and was nailed to the stone slab in front of the young man. , exuding a cool light in the dusk.
The young man in the Wenfeng realm was filled with sword intent, and he slashed the streets into chaos.
Zhao Gaoxing stepped back in panic, looked at the young man standing under the eaves of a long street somewhere in front of Tomb Hill, and asked in amusement, "What are you going to do?"
"I think it's wrong. The human sword sect, the human world, the sword sect, no matter what it is, shouldn't be like this."
Hu Lu said calmly.
When the young man finished speaking, there was a sound of swords, just like the cold light breaking through the lake, and the twilight was instantly overflowed with many sword intentions from the bridge of the human sword sect.
Zhao Gaoxing stood there in a daze.
A young man in the Wenfeng realm is enough to send a sword to the tomb mountain and to the Tonggui Monument.
Then the cold light emerged from the twilight, and suddenly it shot towards the thousand-year-old stone tablet.
