In the green mountains and plains, on the river bridge at dusk, a young man sits quietly while his white hair kneels down. This is probably a rare spectacle in the world.
Yet all this is so harmonious.
Cao Weiying quietly looked at Chen Yunxi who was kneeling there, then turned back, looked at the green mountains and the world, and said slowly: "This is not the teaching of senior brother, Chen Yunxi, if he is teaching as a senior brother, Luo What’s in your hand is no longer a fishing rod.”
This young man with quiet eyebrows spoke in an old-fashioned way.
Chen Yunxi sat there upright, looked at Cao Weiying and said, "So what is the identity of Senior Brother?"
Cao Weiying took the wine gourd from her waist, sat on the bridge and drank heavily.
Then he said calmly: "Zhang San is in the south of the city, Li Si is at the foot of the mountain, and Wang Wu is at the head of the village."
Chen Yunxi smiled softly and said, "So it's just my identity as a human being."
Cao Weiying handed the wine gourd in her hand to Chen Yunxi, and the white-haired swordsman took it, drank heavily, and then sighed and said: "It turns out that the bitter wine in the gourd of senior brother is still the same as before."
This young man in green clothes squinted his eyes and looked at the world, as if he was waiting for the drunkenness, and also for the bitterness to dissipate.
"If everything is not liberated, everything will naturally be miserable."
"You and I are both human beings, Chen Yunxi."
This young man in Qing Shang rarely had such a sighing tone.
So maybe it was true that as Cao Weiying said to Le Chaotian at the beginning, he was not willing to meet such a sword cultivator.
The moment the goddess Yao Ji returned to the human world, looking at the familiar sky, she might have remembered the story of Gu Chu thousands of years ago.
When the prime minister saw Cao Weiying, he remembered the story of the dispute between humans and monsters thousands of years ago.
When Cao Weiying saw Chen Yunxi, she would inevitably think of the story of the world's panic.
Such a sentence naturally explains the reason why the three poles were struck in Chen Yunxi's hand.
But you and I are just humans and not dreams.
There are always some moments that are really funny and some that are really painful.
Chen Yunxi also fell silent and said softly: "Yunxi naturally knows that he is also a human being..."
Cao Weiying took the wine gourd back, sat there drinking wine, and said slowly: "You don't have to explain anything to me. If you really want to explain, it is to explain to the world. The world should see what they see. Wrong, instead of seeing what I see as right and wrong.”
There was silence at Dusk Creek.
After a long time, the young man in green clothes turned to look at Chen Yunxi, whose hair was as white as snow and no longer young and gentle.
The meaning of snow is naturally cold, a kind of lonely beauty.
Just like the question Qingshang young man asked Chen Yunxi.
"The person who wants me to die the most in the world is probably you."
Chen Yunxi lowered his head in silence, touching the wooden bridge where the stream occasionally rose and was always wet. Those green robes fell down in this movement, and were soaked by the stream and became brightly colored.
Just like this sword cultivator's answer.
"Sorry, senior brother."
But the young man in Qingshang laughed.
"Actually, I can understand your fear. Mojian Cliff has been silent for thousands of years. When the world hears the stories of those years, they will only treat them as stories. But you are different. You have seen my master break through the sky and leave, and you have seen Emperor Huai bring the world to earth. He was beaten to pieces, and he also saw the eighth junior brother test his suspicions in the human world without hatred."
"We are the high cliff that everyone is looking forward to, and we are also the sharpest sword hanging over the heads of the world."
Cao Weiying drank wine and looked at the world.
"In fact, I am also afraid, so I never want to see what is right and wrong in the world. The Taoist named Xie Chaoyu said it very well - when you see right and wrong, you will walk into right and wrong, and if you know good and evil, you will become good. Evil. Only when there is nothing and no self can we travel around the world with nothing to look forward to."
"But there is no object and no self. Just like perfection and beauty, it is an ultimate spiritual state. It is the ultimate when it cannot be reached, and it is the ultimate when it cannot be seen."
"I can never judge whether you are right or wrong in a matter like this."
Cao Weiying smiled slightly.
"Or maybe, you are indeed right. Yao Ji can return now, which naturally means that even if you don't do those things, she will come back. Now, while I will still look at the world with melancholy and love , it is indeed a very good choice to put the story on the stage.”
Cao Weiying raised his head and drank wine.
"This is also the responsibility of a senior brother."
Chen Yunxi knelt there for a long time.
The riverside was silent again.
When the white-haired swordsman raised his head, he saw a lot of deep guilt in the young man's eyes.
"It turns out that my senior brother has been here for thousands of years, and he still can't let go of what happened back then."
The death of those Junior Brother Jianya, the death of that boy in white.
For such a sword cultivator, it is a long-lasting and hard thorn.
Cao Weiying didn't say anything, just drank quietly.
Just like he has been a boy for a thousand years.
The best time of year is March. Once it is gone, it will never come back.
Juvenile can be an adjective or a noun, used to refer to certain people.
After a long time, Cao Weiying turned to look at Chen Yunxi and said, "Can you let go?"
Chen Yunxi was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Of course I can't either."
As the only swordsman who was not beaten to tears by that boy, Chen Yunxi naturally had a good relationship with Bai Yi.
But Chen Yunxi back then was undoubtedly powerless.
The two of them said nothing more, and the silence until now was the real reminiscence of old times.
Faced with the silent reminiscence of the stories of the past.
After a long time, the young man who had been drinking there stood up and looked at the fishing rod that was caught by some bank flowers and plants in the dusk stream in the distance.
Chen Yunxi looked up at the young man standing on the bridge and said softly: "Senior brother, are you leaving?"
Cao Weiying nodded calmly, took a sip of wine, then looked at the swordsman and said softly: "Let's play a piece of music."
Chen Yunxi smiled and said, "What kind of bullets should I use?"
"Play the sword."
Chen Yunxi looked at the young man with only one gourd, and then at himself without a sword.
"It's just that there is no sword here."
But before the words of such a white-haired swordsman in blue fell into the stream, there was a sonorous sound of swords coming from between heaven and earth.
Chen Yunxi turned his head and looked to the south of the world in surprise.
In the vast mist of heaven and earth, something came through the entire world extremely quickly.
A sword with a simple shape and unsheathed shape was stuck on the bridge over the stream.
Chen Yunxi looked at the sword for a long time, and then looked at the young man beside him with a soft smile.
"So in the final analysis, senior brother, he is not a person in heaven, he is just a person on earth."
How to be a heavenly being?
The man in heaven would never bring such a sword from Qiushui and place it in front of Chen Yunxi and let him play the sword.
Cao Weiying said softly: "I said at the beginning that you and I are both human beings."
"Yes."
Chen Yunxi looked at the sword in front of him quietly, and then stretched out his hand.
The moment the Liuyun sword cultivator grasped the sword, his green robe and white hair were flying in an extremely chaotic manner.
Cracks began to spread from Chen Yunxi's hands, along his arms and towards his entire body.
When Cong Zhongxiao got this sword, he once thought about drawing it, but this idea came to him. The man who was the first sword in the world at that time had cracks on his whole body from the center of his eyebrows, and he was almost killed by those faint swords. The scattered sword intent was chopped away.
So there is a very sincere saying in the world.
It's called even thinking.
However, even though Chen Yunxi's body was covered with sword marks and cracks, he still persisted in pulling out the sword with the scabbard from the bridge, and then laid it across his knees.
"Unless it is in the hands of the sword master, it cannot leave Mojian Cliff for too long."
Cao Weiying said calmly.
Such a sword itself was pulled out from that high cliff.
The East China Sea Sword Cliff is the real scabbard of this sword.
The young man said this and walked towards the creek bridge.
"After playing it, you can send it back to Mojian Cliff."
"good."
Chen Yunxi naturally understood what this meant.
The young man may be coming to the human world, and this is to make him calm down.
This white-haired swordsman in blue clothes was sitting with his sword across his body. His white hair and robe were blown fiercely by the sword wind brought about by holding the sword.
When Chen Yunxi raised his head, extremely deep sword marks were carved in his eyes.
"Senior brother, what music do you want to listen to?"
The grass is firefly, looking up and drinking wine in a river of flowers and grass.
"I have great ambitions..."
Chen Yunxi didn't say anything more. He raised his hand with great difficulty and pressed it on the scabbard of the sword.
There was a clear and clear sound of swords ringing between heaven and earth.
Playing the sword and making songs is naturally more than just picking the sword with your hands.
The same is true with sword intent.
When the sound of the sword sounded in the twilight plains, blood instantly overflowed from the corners of the lips of the white-haired swordsman in blue, who still had a gentle look.
To touch such a sky-shattering sword with the world's sword will is probably like flicking the blade with bare hands, causing blood to flow profusely.
But the white-haired sword cultivator did not stop. He rushed out with sword intent to touch the sword cliff sword intent on the sword that had begun to disperse due to being away from the cliff for too long.
In the plains, the sword sounded like a harp.
As the twilight fades away, there seems to be a voice singing in harmony in the night world.
——My ambition is vast, and I have dreamed of reaching the sky in the past.
In the moss moon, the world has been admiring it for thousands of years.
.......
The white-haired swordsman was in the sound of flicking the sword, and blood overflowed from the sword marks all over his body.
But the young man who was drinking walked further and further away and disappeared between heaven and earth.
...
You Chunshan sat quietly at the door of the bamboo house. The dusk was almost over, but Jiang Shanxue hadn't brought him any food yet.
This young man from Donghai didn't dare to walk around for fear of accidentally walking somewhere he shouldn't and getting beaten up.
So he sat there with his legs crossed, his stomach croaking with hunger, as if someone had hidden a big toad in his clothes.
Cheng Lu didn't come either.
I don't know what they did.
You Chunshan sat there in melancholy. Finally, he couldn't stand the hunger any more. He stood up with his wooden sword in his arms, planning to go to the forest nearby. Maybe he would be lucky enough to catch a rabbit and chew it. .
You Chunshan licked his lips, as if he had smelled the aroma of roasted rabbit. However, before the young man had time to enter the forest, he saw a girl walking on the path carrying a food box.
It was Yu Chaoyun whom I had met in the morning.
You Chunshan, who originally planned to catch rabbits, was stunned, looking at the Taoist girl and scratching his head strangely.
"Why are you here? Where is your Uncle Jiang?"
Yu Chaoyun stopped there, handed over the food box in his hand, and said softly: "Something happened in the temple. Uncle Jiang may not come here today. He asked me to go to the town to get you some food. come over."
You Chunshan looked at Yu Chaoyun for a long time, then took the food box and nodded with some confusion.
"All right."
You Chunshan walked back to the bamboo house with the food box in hand. He didn't know what he thought of, and looked back at the girl who was still standing there.
"Would you like something to eat? Is the situation in the temple serious?"
Yu Chaoyun shook his head and said, "No need."
However, she did not tell You Chunshan what happened in the temple. She just looked at him silently for a long time, then turned and left the bamboo house.
You Chunshan didn't pay attention and was eating there.
The toad in my stomach finally ran away.
You Chunshan finished eating and sat there a little bored.
After all, he really has nothing to do, he can't make tea, he can't practice, he can only dance around in boredom with his wooden sword.
I don’t know if Jiang Shanxue has talked about her own affairs with the viewer.
You Chunshan looked down at the wooden sword in his hand, thinking with some melancholy.
After watching for a while, You Chunshan remembered what Yu Chaoyun said just now, and looked at the sky again, thinking that Jiangshan Snow would probably never come again, so he planned to close the door and go to sleep.
But when this young man stood up, he looked at the mountains to the south in surprise.
He seemed to vaguely hear the sound of some swords, and it seemed like the sound of a piano, but he didn't know where it came from.
You Chunshan lowered his head and glanced at his wooden sword. Unfortunately, his sword never screamed. Even if it fell to the ground, it would only make some very dull sounds.
This young man from Donghai listened there for a while, and then walked towards Pingzhong with some curiosity. He stood on the viewing paths and looked into the distance.
Unfortunately, the dusk was deep, like a sliced preserved egg. Everything was dim. When the wind blew, the forest swayed slightly, and nothing could be seen.
Is it His Majesty who is playing the piano?
You Chunshan thought very curiously.
After all, there are many Dao sects in the north and few sword cultivators.
With both the sound of the sword and the sound of the piano, You Chunshan could probably only think of that kind of sword cultivator.
After listening for a while, You Chunshan slowly walked back to the bamboo house.
It was just when the young man walked back there that he was startled. In the twilight light in front of the bamboo house, a Taoist man had stood there, quietly listening to the sounds coming from the south.
You Chunshan held the wooden sword in his hand very vigilantly, looked at the Taoist and asked, "Who are you?"
This young man from the East China Sea is just sick, not stupid.
He could still recognize Qingtian Dao's robes.
The Taoist priest in front of me who came from nowhere was obviously not wearing Qingtian Taoist robes.
The Taoist just stood there quietly and listened. Perhaps it was nightfall, but there was no sadness or joy in his expression.
You Chunshan looked at the Taoist priest very vigilantly. When his eyes fell on the line of Taoist inscriptions on the Taoist robe, the young man stopped in a daze.
Mountains and rivers sit together with me.
People who view mountains and rivers.
Why do people who just watch mountains and rivers suddenly appear in Qingtian Dao?
Before You Chunshan could figure this out, the Taoist finally lowered his head and looked at You Chunshan quietly for a long time.
"Li Shi, Xiyun Temple Li Shi."
The same young Taoist introduced his family sincerely.
Even if You Chunshan is from a sword sect like Donghai, he has naturally heard the name Li Shi before.
This is the most outstanding practitioner of the Taoist generation, or the current generation in the world.
Although he was talking about Xiyun Temple, everyone knew that such a Taoist was from Shanhe Temple and was the senior brother of that bastard Zhang Xiaoyu.
Zhang Xiaoyu is already a bastard.
Naturally, his senior brother is a bastard, the son of a turtle, a bastard among beasts, a thing that gives birth to a son without an asshole.
You Chunshan thought so.
But of course he didn't say it out loud, after all, he didn't know how to make beef noodles.
After all, it's just a brain disease, not a lack of brains.
So You Chunshan pretended to be stupid very seriously.
"What kind of place is Xiyun Temple? Is Qingtian Dao powerful?"
Li Shi just looked at the young man quietly.
You Chunshan really didn't know what he was looking at?
Does he also think that he will become a great swordsman in the future?
When thinking of this, You Chunshan finally felt a sense of crisis.
Yes, those bastards at Shanheguan specialize in killing people who might become great sword cultivators.
You Chunshan tried his best to keep himself calm, but the hand holding the wooden sword was trembling.
Damn it, where are the people from Qingtian Road? Where is Jiangshan Xue, where is Cheng Lu? Help!
The Taoist looked at it for a long time and then laughed softly.
You Chunshan looked at him with trembling lips and teeth.
"What the hell are you looking at?"
Li Shi chuckled softly and did not answer. He just raised his hand and made a Taoist incantation. The Taoist inscriptions circulated quickly around the Taoist, and then turned into a golden light, which suddenly entered the young man's body.
You Chunshan hurriedly took off his clothes and saw a word with Taoist rhyme imprinted on his heart.
The word "Guan" refers to the view of mountains and rivers.
But the word appeared for a moment and then disappeared, as if it had never appeared.
"what have you done!"
You Chunshan looked at the Taoist in panic and asked.
"Senior Xie Chaoyu said you can become a great swordsman."
Li Shi stood there and said with a slight smile.
"I want to take a gamble with him."
The Taoist turned his head and looked in the direction of the East China Sea.
"Let's see whether his destiny is closer at three feet, or whether my destiny is closer at two feet and nine."
You Chunshan stood there confused at first, but when he looked at the Taoist's smile that seemed to have a hidden meaning, he suddenly seemed to understand something.
There are some things, of course, those who don't know how to bet have a greater chance of winning.
After all, it is very difficult for a person to become a great sword cultivator.
But dying before becoming a great swordsman is a very simple matter.
You Chunshan suddenly looked at the Shanhe Taoist with some anger.
"What kind of gamble is this? There are no points engraved on the dice. You can change them if you want. What kind of gamble is this?"
Li Shi just said calmly: "Of course it counts. If senior Xie Chaoyu can't even calculate this, then two feet nine is probably closer than three feet, at least."
The Taoist calmly turned around and walked towards the forest.
"I figured out that he told you your destiny."
The Taoist stopped in the forest and looked back at You Chunshan.
"If he loses, then I can kill him."
This is what this Taoist is explaining to this young man from Donghai about the stakes of such a gamble.
You Chunshan stood there in a daze.
He naturally knew why this Taoist didn't kill him now.
Because he is still just a worldly person, and Li Shi is a practitioner.
But if everything is as the old Taoist said, as soon as You Chunshan begins to enter the world of practice, it may be the time for You Chunshan's death.
No matter how you look at it, it seems that the Taoist named Li Shi can't lose.
You Chunshan lowered his head and looked at the wooden sword in silence.
He never thought that one day, the disputes in the spiritual world would fall on him.
Why don't you go find my uncle?
Why don't you bet that he's going to bet on me?
This young man from the East China Sea held the wooden sword in his hand tightly.
The grip tightened but then relaxed.
