Lu Xiaosan carried the gourd full of swords on his back very seriously and stood in the misty green mountains and looked at it.
After Le Chaotian sent the sword, he did not go back to Liuyun Sword Sect. He just put away the Dielianhua and sat there quietly.
Such a Taoist is probably right.
Chen Yunxi is not in Liuyun Sword Sect. In this ancient mountain sword sect, except for some tentative sword lights at the beginning, no one wants to come and take a look.
This disappointed Lu Xiaosan, so he and Song Guo went to bake bird eggs there. Song Guo had gone to the tree to dig them out when he had nothing to do.
When Lu Xiaosan first saw Song Guo taking out some bird eggs, he looked at her in surprise.
"You eat all this stuff?"
Pinecone looked confused.
"Can't you eat this thing?"
Lu Xiaosan ran over with a smile, helped light the fire with the pine cones, and then said seriously: "Of course you can eat it, but aren't you a demon?"
Song Guo looked at Lu Xiaosan like a fool.
"Then why didn't you ask this when I was eating roast duck?"
Lu Xiaosan thought for a while and said, "That's different. The roast duck is made from livestock, and this thing is your colleague."
"Bah, bah, bah, your comrade is the bird egg."
Lu Xiaosan was hit on the head mercilessly by the pine cone.
Facts have proved that even mushroom monsters may like to drink mushroom soup, even if they eat red umbrellas and white umbrellas and lie down together.
After all, it is fresh and fragrant, so naturally it is impossible not to drink it.
Although Lu Xiaosan was beaten, he was still a bitch.
"Then one day I will catch two squirrels and roast them. Will you eat them?"
The little sword fairy was kicked by the little squirrel and rolled several times on the ground, then rolled to Le Chaotian's side again.
Lu Xiaosan has long been used to being beaten by Lu Xiaoxiao, so naturally he has no fear. While sighing that he is really cheap, he pushed the gourd behind him, lay on his back next to Le Chaotian, and took a piece of it. The root of the grass is held in the mouth.
After looking at Yunwu for a long time, the young boy turned his head and tilted his head towards Le Chaotian.
"So what is the name of Liuyun Sword Sect's sword?"
Le Chaotian, who was meditating with his sword there, thought for a moment and said, "I don't know either."
"Didn't you ask?"
"I asked, did they answer?"
Of course Liuyun Sword Sect did not answer.
Although that sword did not cause any substantial damage to such a sword sect.
Naturally, there are still some powerful sword cultivators in Liuyun Sword Sect.
There are almost no sword cultivators of twelve or three stacks in the world, but there are still some nine-tier sword cultivators.
Although Lu Xiaosan understood, he still couldn't help but said: "Uncle, you are not good at it. You may be good at practicing Taoism, but you are really careless at practicing swordsmanship. As long as it is me, Lu Xiaosan, who makes the move, this sword sect has disappeared from the human world." Removed."
Le Chaotian turned to look at the young boy. The twelve or thirteen-year-old boy reacted quickly. Before Le Chaotian could speak, he said sadly: "It's a pity that this swordsman is practicing the secret method of the supreme sword. At this time, you can break mountains, break seas, and dominate the sky and the earth. Unfortunately, before this method is completed, you cannot use your sword at will, otherwise you will be the one to steal the spotlight."
"..."
Lu Xiaosan was thinking about it, but suddenly he seemed to remember something. He looked at Le Chaotian seriously and said, "Speaking of the day when Uncle Master drew his sword, later that night, wasn't there a sword wind passing through the world? That's not it. The sword of Liuyun Sword Sect?”
Le Chaotian turned to look south and said, "Of course not, that is Nanyi City's sword."
"Where's the sword?"
"No, only Jian Feng."
It's just that some things, even if it's just sword wind, are naturally very lethal if they are not restrained.
Lu Xiaosan originally wanted to ask what those Jianfeng were going to do, but when he saw Le Chaotian there he sighed and looked at the south and said: "The sword sect in the world is going to end."
The young boy had been following Le Chaotian during this period, but he really didn't know what stories were happening in the human world, so he asked with some curiosity: "How did the sword sect in the human world end? Did something big happen?"
Le Chaotian just smiled and said, "It's nothing. The pine cone eggs are baked. She's going to finish them if you don't go."
The little boy jumped up.
If the egg is gone, of course it’s over.
After Lu Xiaosan ran to grab the eggs from Pinecone, the smile on Le Chaotian's face gradually faded. He looked at the clouds and mists in the mountains quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.
The eyes are filled with flowing clouds, just like the white-headed green mountains.
Therefore, the white-haired swordsman of Liuyun Sword Sect has always been very famous.
But what is famous is the reputation, but what is invisible is the person. Just like a certain ancient sword cultivator with white hair and blue clothes, the world rarely sees them.
This is probably the two extremes from the Human Sword Sect.
One cannot be seen, and the other cannot be recognized if seen.
So when the pine needles under the white snow began to decay, the world did not know.
Lu Xiaosan wandered back again holding a roasted bird egg.
"If they don't answer, will we just keep waiting here?"
Although the young boy likes to sell swords, he still knows what serious business is.
Le Chaotian stretched out his nose and sniffed, swallowed, then raised his head and looked at Lu Xiaosan beside him.
"Give me one too."
"No. Why don't you go dig the bird's nest yourself?"
Le Chaotian said melancholy: "Xiaosan, you don't understand. People like me can go fishing by themselves, but they can never dig bird's nests by themselves."
"Why?"
To a young boy, digging a bird's nest is probably no different from fishing.
"Because fishing sounds very cool when you hear it, but looking into a bird's nest with a disgraced face is very stupid. What's more, there are too many people in the Liuyun Sword Sect who watch mountains and rivers. If they accidentally see it, your uncle My reputation is ruined for the rest of my life.”
Lu Xiaosan thought about it seriously for a long time and finally came to a conclusion.
"In the end, I still want to look cool."
Le Chaotian did not ask Lu Xiaosan again, but turned to look at the pine cone behind him who was roasting bird eggs with great interest.
Although Song Guo had the same idea as Lu Xiaosan, he just thought that if he gave a bird egg today, he would have roast duck, roasted goose and cured chicken to eat next time. Why not?
So I gave the one that was being baked to Le Chaotian.
Lu Xiaosan looked at Le Chaotian with jealousy. After all, he had to get the bird's eggs from a beating with a pine cone, but Le Chaotian just looked at them and ate them, which was simply outrageous.
"Sure enough, it's better to have money."
Lu Xiaosan said sourly.
"It's not that being rich is good, it's just that a good person like me happens to be rich."
Le Chaotian naturally does not wear white clothes. This Taoist sometimes dresses brightly, and at a glance it is easy for people to think that his arms are full of colorful banknotes.
Lu Xiaosan sighed melancholy.
Le Chaotian, who was eating baked eggs contentedly, began to answer the young boy's questions.
"Of course we won't wait forever. As the saying goes, beat the drowned dog. Liuyun Sword Sect is in such chaos now, we just go in and take a look."
Lu Xiaosan looked at Le Chaotian and said, "Uncle, I think you are really becoming more and more like a villain, your lines are so bold and rude."
Le Chaotian chuckled and said, "Am I a good person? If I break into Liuyun Sword Sect like this today, will they treat me well?"
Lu Xiaosan tilted his head and thought for a while, then said, "Who is a good person who breaks into other people's houses without any trouble?"
Le Chaotian was stunned for a moment, then nodded in agreement, stood up, stood on the mountain with his sword in hand and said: "It makes sense, so I'd better inform them."
Lu Xiaosan looked at Le Chaotian and thought, how are you going to notify him?
Before the young boy could finish his thoughts, the scabbard of Die Lianhua's sword was shaken off again from the hands of the Taoist who was eating bird eggs.
"It seems that you, uncle, are really not a good person!"
Lu Xiaosan said very melancholy.
Le Chaotian put away his sword again and said with a smile: "Of course I am joking. After all, one sect has been passed down for hundreds of generations, and the mountain of death is still there. After all, the Liuyun Sword Sect has a longer history than Hangu Guan. One generation only , there is no need to do it from generation to generation. The first sword can be said to be Wenjian, but the second sword is definitely not. Maybe one day this sword sect will rise and get rid of the reputation of being the second in a thousand years. Some old and new grudges, it’s not good to chase and kill Taoist people every day.”
Le Chaotian said, throwing the eggshells aside, clapped his hands and said, "So let's just walk over honestly."
Lu Xiaosan and Song Guo didn't have any objections. They hurriedly put out the mountain fire, and then followed Le Chaotian towards the Liuyun Sword Sect.
"By the way, you'll call the door later."
Le Chaotian looked at Lu Xiaosan and said.
Lu Xiaosan was stunned and said, "Why me?"
Le Chaotian raised his eyebrows and said, "Chen Yunxi is not in the mountains, should I come to call the door? This is too inappropriate."
Lu Xiaosan looked at Le Chaotian up and down for a long time, and then asked: "Uncle, is it possible that your seniority is actually very high? Oh, that's right, the old man who is missing one skill is your senior brother. So..."
Before the young boy finished speaking, the young-looking Taoist just interrupted him with a smile.
"Of course the seniority is not high. There will be no one in the Taoist sect who has a higher seniority than the Sword Sect. It's just that my realm is higher."
Lu Xiaosan didn't say anything more and sighed, "Okay then."
The three of them were walking in the clouds and mist, but the young boy suddenly asked: "Then how should I call the door later? Old thief, open the door quickly and die?"
Le Chaotian looked at Lu Xiaosan silently for a long time, then turned his head and said calmly: "It's okay if you like this."
"Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death by Liuyun Sword Sect's people?"
"Did you see that sword that day?"
"I saw it, what's wrong?"
Le Chaotian sighed and said: "The people of Liuyun Sword Sect are only afraid that I will beat them to death."
So maybe if Lu Xiaosan is more arrogant, there won't be any problem.
The three of them came all the way to the foot of Fuyuntai.
Lu Xiaosan stood at the foot of the mountain with a gourd on his back, looking up at the long steps of the mountain path that were filled with clouds and mist, and was thinking seriously about how to call the door.
How about being gentler? After all, in the future, as the name Lu Xiaosan becomes more widely known, it is inevitable that some dirty information will be dug out, which may make the world think that Lingnan Sword is not a good religion.
But Le Chaotian on the side suddenly narrowed his eyes, looking quietly at a high platform above the clouds, and then turned to look at the young boy beside him.
"I'll say it harder later."
Lu Xiaosan was stunned for a moment, looked at Le Chaotian and asked, "Why?"
"I'm afraid that the atmosphere will be too harmonious by then and I won't be able to take action."
Lu Xiaosan stared at Le Chaotian blankly, followed his gaze, and saw a vague trace of a figure turning away in the clouds.
"Who is that?"
Lu Xiaosan asked suspiciously.
Le Chaotian said calmly: "A Taoist."
...
A mountain of light clouds.
When Qin Chulai walked to the forest behind the scene with some emotion, he saw an unexpected figure.
The Taoist with the sword marks on his eyebrows was stunned for a long time, and then he stepped forward, stopped behind the man, and bowed respectfully.
"Why is the temple master here today?"
The figure standing quietly in that forest is naturally the master of Qingtian Taoist Temple, Bai Yuyao.
For Qin Chulai, this was naturally a very strange thing.
Bai Yuyao rarely comes out of the bamboo house where Shan Yao lives, let alone leaving the lake in the mountain and suddenly appearing here.
Such a woman in a plain skirt who looked weak but was actually quite advanced in Taoism stood there quietly.
Of course Qin Chulai could guess what Bai Yuyao was looking at.
Those white temples that had been hidden in the temple were finally burned down in a fire last year.
As expected, after Bai Yuyao looked at it for a long time, he turned around and asked Qin Chulai a question.
"How many Bai Guan remained in Qingtian Dao?"
Qin Chulai stood there for a long time, as if thinking about it seriously.
After a long time, the Taoist said softly: "I don't know anymore, Temple Master."
Some stories are of course very old.
It's just that no matter how long ago it was, it probably wouldn't be possible for Qingtian Taoist Uncle, who was in such a great realm, to be unable to remember some of the things he had retained at the time.
And Bai Yuyao himself is also a person who has experienced what happened in the past, so why would he ask such an old Taoist about Qin Chulai, even when he decided to burn down Bai Guan?
Some answers are naturally simple.
These people are all people with damaged souls.
Bai Yuyao did not continue to ask, but quietly looked at the ruins of Baiguan in the forest. The fire last year, to this day, can still smell the dull smell of many ashes.
The woman in plain clothes stood there, perhaps because she had been away from Shanyao Residence for too long, and began to cough softly again.
Qin Chulai looked at Bai Yuyao who was coughing softly and walking slowly towards Shanyaoju. He was silent for a while and asked, "Does the temple master have any guesses?"
Bai Yuyao stopped for a while on the road, and then said softly: "No."
Qin Chulai didn't ask any more questions, and silently watched the woman in plain skirt leave, then turned to look at the ruins in the mountains for a long time.
Nineteen white temples may not sound like a very good number.
Qin Chulai stood there thinking silently.
The Qingtian Taoist uncle hesitated for a long time, then raised his hand and counted the many things that were completely burned by the fire very seriously.
Such a Taoist would naturally hope that there are really only nineteen white temples.
But I'm a little worried that it's really nineteen and it's a metaphor for many things that shouldn't be there.
Qin Chulai fell silent as he counted, his eyes gradually widened, and the outstretched hand remained stagnant in the breeze of the green mountains for a long time.
Not nineteen.
The Taoist stood there puzzled, like a child who suddenly lost a piece of candy, and started counting from the beginning again in disbelief.
"One...two...three...sixteen...seventeen...eighteen..."
The number stopped at eighteen.
Qin Chulai stood there in a panic and counted. With that look, it was hard for anyone to believe that he was Uncle Qingtian Taoist, a Taoist cultivator with the sixth level of the Great Dao.
Perhaps because he was worried that his old eyes would become blurred and he could not see clearly clearly, the Taoist hurried towards the Baiguan group and counted them one by one.
But no matter how careful the Taoist count was, there were still only eighteen white temples that were burned in the snow last winter.
Qin Chulai stopped in front of the deepest Bai Guan, thinking about Bai Yuyao's question, and also thought about the old Qingtian Taoist teacher who suddenly died suddenly in the Guan.
So where did the other one go?
Qin Chulai stood there in a daze, then raised his leg and pushed open a door that was extremely burned and walked into the white view.
The Bai Yujing in the sky will certainly not be these Bai Guan hidden in the Qingtian Dao.
This may just be the White Jade Capital of the human world that a high-spirited Taoist a hundred years ago intended to build.
After certain stories, some white temples survived, and some of the white jade Jingzhong Taoists who survived from the original stories lived in them.
Until last winter. A certain swordsman fell off the cliff, and all those Taoist talents were burned to death in a fire unknown to the world.
Qin Chulai stood silently at the ashes of a body that had been burned until only a black bone remained.
The Taoist bowed.
After all, this is the existence of his former master and uncle.
The Taoist who had swept away the snow from his brow looked around the temple and saw that all that was left were ruins and ruins, which also meant that Qingtian Taoism wanted to completely disassociate itself from the original stormy story.
only.
The Taoist stood there in a daze.
Of course Bai Guan was burned, nothing was left.
But why are there only eighteen?
What about another one?
It took a long time after Qin Chu came before he finally staggered away from this land of white views.
When I returned to the temple, I found that Bai Yuyao, who should have gone back to Shanyao Residence, was still parked on the path in the temple, where he was quietly looking at the Taoist temples that looked like green dwarf bamboos in the mountains.
"Did you see it too?"
Bai Yuyao's voice came from there.
Qin Chulai was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Yes."
The woman with a gentle tone looked at him quietly for a long time, and then said slowly: "Uncle Master's death is certainly not without reason."
Qin Chulai stood there silently.
The woman in plain skirt turned around and headed towards Shanyaoju.
"Try to find a way to find out whether it is nineteen or eighteen."
Qin Chulai bowed and saluted.
"According to what the observer said."
When the Taoist stood up straight, the woman had disappeared from the view again. In the forest in the distance, a Taoist very similar to Qin Chulai was standing there quietly.
