Cheng Lu stood quietly at the end of the path with her head bowed.
Further forward, there is a small courtyard hidden deep in the woods.
Such a yard must have been around for some years.
The things of the world always get old quickly.
So sometimes when the mountain wind blows, you can still hear some babbling sounds, and I don't know if they are blowing on the old wooden board in the yard.
When Jiang Shanxue brought Cheng Lu over, he called softly twice outside, but no one answered, so he asked him to wait here for a while. The uncle was probably asleep.
The oldest existing Taoist of Qingtian Tao is different from Bai Yuyao, Xie Chaoyu and others. He is a disciple of the old Qingtian Taoist temple master and Bai Fengyu's junior brother.
They are all characters who are clinging to the tail of history and surviving in the world.
Cheng Lu stood in the mountain breeze with some sigh and waited.
For a person who has lived for hundreds of years to survive for so many years is naturally worthy of admiration and emotion.
Not choosing to transform into a demon, but choosing to face a hundred years of life and death as a human being, naturally requires extremely firm beliefs.
So when the twenty-nine-year-old Mei Xiyu met the ninety-two-year-old Lingnan old swordsman, even though the latter was of low status, Mei Xiyu still did not do anything offensive or rude.
Cheng Lu waited there quietly for a long time.
The mountain wind gradually blew the green hills from bright daylight to twilight with some leisurely meaning.
The leaves on both sides that carry the orange light that is not too late and seem quite clear are swaying faintly in the wind, like some old people who are slowly dying.
Cheng Lu had heard of such an old Taoist.
The body is incomplete and the mind is incomplete.
It was left behind during the civil strife in Qingtian Dao.
Probably this is where the old Taoist went. When he looked at his own broken body, he easily remembered that the current Qingtian Dao was also broken.
So there were many ideas that were contrary to those of Qin Chulai's younger generation.
While Cheng Lu was silently lowering his head and thinking, there was suddenly some very rustling noise in the forest not far away.
As a sword cultivator of the Liuyun Sword Sect, he was always keen, so Cheng Lu quickly looked up.
In the distance, a forest of green leaves swayed slowly in the dusk, as if they were just being blown by the wind. Farther away, a corner of a Taoist robe seemed to flicker past.
Cheng Lu frowned slightly, but in Qingtian Dao, of course there would be Taoist robes.
This sword cultivator from Liuyun Sword Sect originally thought that he was just a Taoist from Guanzhong who occasionally passed by not far away.
I just turned around and looked up at the still silent courtyard at the end of the path, covered with green leaves.
Cheng Lu suddenly thought of something, her expression changed, she suddenly raised her hand to hold Jueli, and then broke into the yard.
As soon as she entered the courtyard, Cheng Lu saw the old Taoist with a mutilated body lying on the couch under the eaves, but today's old Taoist was probably even more mutilated.
The teacher-uncle, who was originally only missing an eye, an arm, and a sunken chest, now has neither an arm nor an eye.
His eyes were nowhere to be found, his arms rolled to the ground, and he was standing there with fallen leaves and wind wadding, swaying slowly.
And above the sunken chest, there was a sword inserted very straight.
A sword from Liuyun Sword Sect.
When Cheng Lu was attacked and killed by the Taoist priest of Songxue Guan, the Yulin Bell was left behind near Sijiang Town.
Cheng Lu stood there in a daze.
The old Taoist is still alive, maybe he can guess who such a person is based on the aura around him.
"Walk...."
Only such a weak word from the old Taoist reached Cheng Lu's ears.
In fact, when Cheng Lu saw the Yulin Bell, she realized that she had to leave Qingtian Road.
Yulin Ling, the sword of Liuyun Sword Sect, has been carried by Cheng Lu for some time in the past, just like Jueli.
Cheng Lu suddenly turned around and looked at the path outside the courtyard.
The Taoist stood quietly.
Taoist robes are flying.
That's right.
Mountains and rivers sit together with me.
View of mountains and rivers, Li Shi.
This was what woke Cheng Lu up in an instant.
The Taoist robe that swept through the forest at that corner was not the Qingtian Taoist robe.
Li Shi stood in the dusk with a smile, and Cheng Lu's hand instantly cut through the evening wind and shot at such a Taoist.
The world is twilight and drizzle.
It's a pity that Cheng Lu hasn't entered the Tao yet. Such a sword from Ye Yu cannot really make the most outstanding disciple of the Tao sect feel embarrassed.
Li Shi raised his hand calmly, the wind turned, and a bright moon appeared in the sky.
Such a Taoist does not use the Taoism of Shanhe Guan, but the Taoism of Qingtian Tao.
The moonlight Taoism fell to the world, turning into a moon wheel across the mountain forest, but it directly blocked Ye Yu's sword, turned it back to the courtyard, and inserted it next to Cheng Lu, trembling incessantly.
Li Shi looked past Cheng Lu, whose swordsmanship was broken, and looked pale, and fell on the old Taoist under the eaves, but he said with a sigh.
"It's time for you to rest, Uncle Master."
Human time is over, and this life is very long.
The old Taoist should probably take a rest.
It's just that this probably shouldn't be the way to rest.
When Cheng Lu drew his sword again, the Taoist's Taoist aura had disappeared, and his figure dissipated in the evening breeze of the mountain forest.
Cheng Lu looked at the Liuyun Sword Sect's sword intent and Qingtian Dao's charm in the courtyard.
He turned around and looked silently at the old Taoist whose last breath had disappeared.
The Liuyun sword cultivator suddenly understood why the old Taoist's last words before his death were to leave.
Cheng Lu didn't hesitate, turned around and turned into sword light, shooting towards the outside of the green mountain.
Qingtian Taoist uncles kept coming towards this place after being alerted by the movement just now.
...
Jiang Shanxue stood silently on the lakeside path of Shanyaoju.
Kamikawa and Bai Yuyao stood on the other side of the lake in the mountain, both of them silent.
In the twilight of a lake, a figure of Jian Xiu standing quietly looking down at the sky was reflected.
White hair and blue clothes, white clouds and clear streams, Chen Yunxi.
The sword cultivator, who still had the feeling of autumn rain on his body, stood there with a distant expression, looking at the lake for a long time, then turned to look at Jiang Shanxue who was wearing ancient Qingtian Taoist robes, and then looked at the god on the other side of the lake. river.
The two looked at each other quietly, neither one said anything.
After a long time, Bai Yuyao gathered up his Taoist robe and bowed politely.
"Senior, why did you come to Qingtian Dao Middle School?"
Of course Chen Yunxi is a senior, even for someone like Kamigawa, he is also a senior.
This sword cultivator, who was once known as the Three Swordsman along with Cong Zhongxiao, lived in an era that was indeed too long ago.
Chen Yunxi looked at it for a long time, and then said calmly: "I heard that you have been looking for me, so I came here to take a look."
The white-haired swordsman turned back, looked at Muzhao Pinghu quietly, and said calmly: "So I should be the one to ask you why you are looking for me."
Kamigawa never said a word from beginning to end, but looked at the swordsman with deep eyes for a long time.
As the master of Qingtian Taoist Temple, Bai Yuyao could not really remain silent when faced with such a situation.
The woman in plain robes stood by the lake holding her hands and said softly: "If I ask, will the senior really answer?"
Chen Yunxi said calmly: "There is no principle in the world where every question is answered. You can ask if you want, and I can answer if I want to."
Bai Yuyao looked at the sword cultivator on the lake quietly.
Jiang Shanxue stood silently on the mountain road, looking from Bai Yuyao to the flat lake.
The twilight of a lake is like a flat mirror.
It's just a big lake on earth, how can it really be so peaceful?
So it is probably the sword intention of a mountain, which makes the whole lake full of twilight Taoist charm like a flat mirror.
Jiang Shanxue silently looked away.
After a long time, the woman standing by the lake asked softly: "I heard that Senior met Senior Qingyi back then. I don't know if this is true or not."
Chen Yunxi turned his head, looked at Bai Yuyao quietly, and said slowly: "Is that just that?"
Bai Yuyao said softly: "It's just..."
Before they finished saying this, the three people in the middle of the mountain suddenly raised their heads and looked at the green mountains.
After a long time, the woman in a plain skirt by the lake slowly finished the next words.
"That's just it, senior."
Chen Yunxi stood quietly on the small bridge on the lake, then turned around and walked calmly towards Shan Yao Juwai.
"Of course this is true."
Jiang Shanxue stood there silently, looking at the sword cultivator who came from Pinghu, silent for a while, and then gave way to that path.
Chen Yunxi didn't even glance at this Qingtian Dao disciple, he walked calmly towards the mountain, and then disappeared.
Outside Nanyi City in the year 103 of the Gale Calendar, a Nanchu spirit wizard once said something like this to another Nanchu spirit wizard.
He probably waited at the Youhuang Mountains on purpose, but the sword cultivator in white just walked over without even looking at him.
That's probably it.
Jiang Shanxue stood there silently.
Bai Yuyao turned into Taofeng and left.
But Shenhe, who was originally standing quietly by the lake, suddenly groaned, covered his heart and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Jiang Shanxue looked at that scene with some horror, then hurriedly passed through the lake in the mountain and appeared in front of Kamigawa.
"Is your Majesty okay?"
Kamikawa covered his heart and shook his head slightly.
It was not until this moment that the sword spirit and charisma of the lake finally spread out, and in the dusk, like countless clear lights cutting through the mist and clouds, they escaped towards the human world.
Jiang Shanxue stood there silently. Even if he was a cultivator of the Dao, he would not be able to get involved in such a sudden story.
There is also a gap between senior brother and senior brother.
The same goes for swordsmanship and swordsmanship.
Kamikawa's sword spirit and Taoism all came out, and then he suppressed the injuries. The human emperor stood by the lake, raised his head, and looked at the sky where a certain sword cultivator left for a long time.
"What a great Chen Yunxi."
Kamikawa had not seen such a mysterious sword cultivator for a thousand years. When he first met, he was directly injured by the sword's intention.
Jiang Shanxue stood there silently.
After a long time, Bai Yuyao, who was disturbed by the movement in the audience, reappeared at the lakeside. Dressed in a plain skirt, she crossed the lake bridge with bare feet and stopped there, looking at Jiangshanxue with a complicated expression.
Jiang Shanxue saw such a look, but didn't know what it meant.
Or maybe he already knew what it meant.
As a result, his face turned pale very quickly.
Bai Yuyao looked at the young Taoist for a long time, and then said softly: "Uncle Master is dead."
The disciples in Qingtian Dao may have many uncles, but Bai Yuyao has only one uncle in the world today.
Jiang Shanxue suddenly fell silent, and even his breathing seemed a little weak. After a long time, the Taoist said softly: "I understand, Temple Master."
It wasn't until Jiang Shanxue said these words that the two people by the lake finally heard the Taoist's extremely dull and heavy breathing.
Jiang Shanxue looked up at the sky, breathed out loudly, lowered his head again, and repeated the words.
"I understand, Master."
The Taoist suddenly understood why such a mysterious swordsman who had almost never been seen by the world would appear on the lakeside - he suppressed Shenhe and Bai Yuyao, while someone went to kill the one who might be the only one who knew what happened that year. An old Taoist with a broken body.
What's the use of just understanding it?
When the sword cultivator with white hair and blue clothes first saw Pinghu in Jiangshan Snow, he suddenly appeared on this Pinghu.
Some people will naturally die.
This is something that neither Kamigawa nor Bai Yuyao can stop.
Jiang Shanxue did not ask Zhang Xiaoyu why there was a sword karma coming towards him. He just lowered his head and silently walked towards the other end of Shanyao Residence.
When he reached the lake, the Taoist turned around, his expression gloomy and sad.
"I understand, Temple Master, so Qingtian Dao is indeed inseparable from those stories in the human world."
Only in this way can a sword cultivator like him be willing to expose many things to appear beside this Shanyao residence.
Bai Yuyao said softly: "Yes."
The Taoist stood there for a long time, breathing deeply, but he seemed to remember something. The Taoist who was about to leave looked at Shan Yao Ju again.
"I have a friend..."
Bai Yuyao did not speak, but looked at Shenhe aside. The latter, whose lips were still bloody, calmly stretched out a hand, with a sword intention in his palm, which then condensed into a small sword.
"Take it with you and go to Huaidu to find the Heavenly Prison."
In Kamigawa's usually calm voice, there was something sonorous about the sound of swords at this time - coming from the struggle between the two sword intentions in his body.
This emperor standing calmly by the lake is naturally far less calm than he appears.
All those sword fights were hidden under the cover of Dahu Twilight Dao Yun.
The exquisite and clear sword fell into Jiang Shanxue's hands.
The young Taoist bowed very respectfully.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Jiang Shanxue turned around, looked up blankly at the twilight of the human world for a long time, and then silently walked towards the mountain road.
It wasn't until Jiang Shanxue left that Bai Yuyao looked at the black-robed emperor beside him with worry.
"His Majesty....."
Kamigawa sat down cross-legged by the lake and shook his head calmly.
Those sword-will battles ended up being just sword-will battles.
It was far less tragic than the sword wounds caused by Cong Ren and Qiu Shui.
Perhaps this was also a warning and a test from the white-haired swordsman of Liuyun Sword Sect to this human emperor.
Kamikawa sat there quietly, and then slowly stretched out his right hand from under the black robe.
Qingxuanxu's arm bones are naturally much stronger than what the world imagines.
After all, that was the first person who chose the master of the sword after Qing Yi left the world.
Kamikawa quietly held his right hand, and then slowly released it, holding the sword technique. A far more powerful sword intention than before surged out from around him, removing the swords that came from Chen Yunxi's probing intention in his body. All the thoughts were dispersed.
Bai Yuyao looked at the aura around Kamikawa, but she was also a little frightened. After a long time, she looked at Kamikawa silently and asked.
"When will your Majesty break through?"
The Shenhe Breakthrough is naturally the fourteenth layer of Daohai.
Kamigawa's aura gradually calmed down. The emperor sat by the lake in the twilight and said calmly: "Any time is fine."
It's just that it's probably still meaningless.
Le Chaotian, who first entered the thirteenth stack, was struck by Cong Ren with a sword and ran back to the East China Sea aggrievedly.
Even if Kamigawa really enters the 14th stack, he will naturally not be Chen Yunxi's opponent.
...
The white-haired swordsman in blue clothes was walking slowly in the plains at the foot of a mountain somewhere outside the quiet Qingtian Road.
There is a stream flowing in the middle of the river, and the flowers and plants on both sides are swaying slowly in the dusk.
There is an old wooden bridge built by some people over the stream. On the bridge sits a young man who is fishing with his head held up.
Chen Yunxi stopped not far away, looked at the young man quietly for a long time, then slowly walked towards the creek, stopped at the bridge, and bowed respectfully.
"Yunxi has met senior brother Qinglian."
The young man in Qingshang who was sitting on the stream turned his head to look at the latter, then turned back again, but his expression was obviously a little melancholy.
After a long time, the young man said softly: "Come here."
Chen Yunxi then stood up straight, stepped on the wooden bridge that creaked in the wind and rain as soon as he stepped on it, and stopped next to the young man.
Cao Weiying lifted the fishing rod, looked at the empty fishing hook, sighed melancholy, and then looked at Chen Yunxi aside.
"Hand out."
Chen Yunxi looked at the young man, smiled softly, and said, "Senior brother, do you want to punish me?"
Cao Weiying just looked at Chen Yunxi quietly and said nothing.
Chen Yunxi suppressed his smile, and respectfully knelt down on the bridge. He stretched out his hands, palms upward, and spread them flat on the bridge.
The young man who had been fishing here for who knows how long raised the fishing rod in his hand and hit the white-haired swordsman in green three times in the palm of his hand.
In the hands of such a fifteen-fold sword cultivator, three blood-red marks clearly appeared.
After Cao Weiying finished drawing the three rods, he threw the fishing rod in his hand into the stream. He looked at Chen Yunxi quietly and said, "Does it hurt?"
Although Chen Yunxi is an extremely high-level practitioner, he is still a human being after all.
If you don't use your sword energy to resist, it will naturally hurt.
The white-haired swordsman in blue knelt beside the young man and said softly: "It hurts."
Cao Weiying said calmly: "The human world can also hurt. I hope you can remember this truth."
Chen Yunxi said softly: "Junior brother understands."
Such a disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect would naturally not be Qinglian's junior brother back then.
It’s just that back then, everyone in the world was studying at Mojianya, so naturally there were all seniors on the cliff.
Cao Weiying then slowly said: "Get up."
Chen Yunxi did not stand up, but still knelt down beside the young man. He raised his head and said softly: "Yunxi just kneels down."
Cao Weiying raised her eyebrows and said, "What's so good about kneeling?"
Chen Yunxi smiled slightly and said with great sincerity.
"Time passes, and thousands of years pass by, but Yunxi can still have my senior brother to teach me. It is a great blessing to live in the human world."
