Hearing Le Chaotian's question, the Nine-fold Sword Cultivator frowned slightly, looked at Le Chaotian and said, "What Taoist?"
Le Chaotian looked at the sword cultivator, and then said calmly: "Are there any other Taoists in the mountain?"
The man was silent for a long time and said slowly: "Please speak frankly, Master."
Le Chaotian looked at him for a long time, but said softly: "Maybe you don't know, but of course someone knows."
It was just that the mountains were filled with clouds and mist, but no one answered such a question.
Le Chaotian waited quietly for a long time. He picked up his sword and stepped on the mountain path, continuing to go up. He said calmly: "Then I will find it myself."
Although the nine-fold white-haired sword cultivator looked pale, his figure still flickered and appeared in front of the mountain road. Hengjian stopped Le Chaotian and said in a deep voice: "Master, don't bully others too much."
Le Chaotian said calmly: "How to bully someone too much?"
The man said slowly: "If the sect master insists on his own way and wants to step into your mountain and river temple, how will the temple master feel?"
Le Chaotian smiled and said: "Then I really can't ask for it. It happens that I can't find it in the world, so why not see it?"
The Jiudie fell silent.
Le Chaotian's smile faded, he looked at him and said, "You should also know the reason for the current situation in the world. The whole world knows that you, Liuyun Sword Sect, are extremely suspicious, so why bother to hide it?"
The sword cultivator just stood with his sword horizontally.
"This is an internal matter of our Liuyun Sword Sect."
Le Chaotian just sneered and said: "When I asked that question, the whole mountain was silent. Do you think your Liuyun Sword Sect can handle it internally? If it can really be handled, why did Qingshan go up the mountain to kill people in March? , there is still a dead silence within the Sword Sect, and even Cheng Lu, a direct disciple of the Sword Sect, is forced to live in the world and cannot return to the mountain?"
Such a Taoist may indeed be wandering around the world, but it does not mean that he does not know many things.
What else did the Nine-fold Sword Cultivator want to insist on? However, in the mist and green mountains, many Taoist texts began to circulate. The sword cultivators clenched the swords in their hands, and then felt quite helpless.
After all, the man sighed and lowered the sword in his hand. Looking at Le Chaotian who was ready to take action if he had any disagreement on the mountain road, he said slowly: "Let the people of the He Sect leave the Liuyun Mountains. I know that Shanhe Guan What are you thinking about? It’s just that there are many disciples in the Sword Sect who are innocent, and the He Sect’s move will ultimately not help the situation.”
Le Chaotian was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Okay."
The sword cultivator made way for the road behind him and said slowly: "Guanzhu, please."
Just as Le Chaotian was about to go upwards, there was a sudden flash of sword light in the clouds and mist. The sword in the hand of the nine-fold sword cultivator was instantly unsheathed and surrounded by him.
However, those sword lights did not come towards the two of them. Instead, they broke through the clouds and mist, went straight into the sky, and then disappeared.
Le Chaotian looked at the sword cultivators standing with swords in hand. Among the crowd, three white-haired sword cultivators from the Sword Pavilion were missing.
The Nine-fold Sword Cultivator wanted to catch up, but Le Chaotian stretched out his hand to stop him and said calmly: "Don't worry about them, they will always be found in the future."
The Taoist who flashed past in the mist was naturally the most important.
Just when Le Chao Tian started to lift his legs, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, then pulled out the Dielianhua in his hand, turned around and slashed it down the mountain road with a sword.
The mountain of clouds and mist was instantly cut open by a sword.
Such an unfamiliar sword went straight across such a mountain road and fell under the Floating Cloud Terrace.
The white-haired swordsman named Nangong Shen appeared in front of Lu Xiaosan, but he was directly chopped down the mountain by a sword full of meanings of mountains and seas, and he did not know whether he was alive or dead.
Le Chaotian looked at the pale and frightened Lu Xiaosan and Song Guo from afar in the gradually re-gathering clouds and mist, then looked back at the Nine-fold Sword Cultivator, put the Die Lianhua into the sheath, and said softly: "Look There are indeed people in the Liuyun Sword Sect who hope that Shanhe Guan will fight with you until death."
The Nine-fold Sword Cultivator was silent for a long time. He just stood by the road and bowed with his sword in his arms, saying nothing.
It wasn't until Le Chaotian headed towards the mountain that the sword cultivator quietly looked around at the group of sword cultivators, then turned to his disciples in the sword pavilion, and said in a cold voice: "Go and find Nangong Shen."
Those disciples grabbed their swords and rushed away.
Then the sword cultivator followed Le Chaotian's footsteps and headed towards the mountain.
The Liuyun Sword Sect has thousands of years of history, and is much better than those Taoist cultivation places. Only when you go to a high place can you probably get a glimpse of the prosperity and scale of such a sword sect.
There are many sword pavilions and sword flats in the mountains, and there are high cliffs and suspension ropes connecting many green mountains together.
The snow and mist curled up, and the clouds kept coming. From time to time, there were disciples wielding swords and walking among the flowing clouds, which made it look like a fairy mountain.
It was naturally the first time for Le Chaotian to come to such a place inside the Sword Sect. When he saw this scene, even the master of Shanhe Temple was quite emotional.
"What a Liuyun Sword Sect. Compared with this place, it seems like a remote place in the mountains."
In fact, most of the many cultivation places in the world are like playing house compared to Liuyun Sword Sect.
The sword cultivator named Xu Xingcang didn't say much, he just stood there quietly, as if he didn't want to mention these things.
After all, no matter how majestic the Jianzong is, they can't hide the fact that they can't stop such a Taoist.
The more majestic it is, the more it makes a place like Shanheguan more impressive.
"What kind of Taoist is the temple master looking for?"
Le Chaotian did not continue talking about this matter, but said calmly: "When I was going up the mountain, I saw a Taoist flashing past in the clouds and mist."
Hearing this, Xu Xingcang became more and more puzzled.
"How can there be a Taoist among Liuyun Sword Sect?"
Le Chaotian turned to look at the nine-fold white-haired sword cultivator. His expression did not seem to be fake. He just said calmly: "Perhaps we should ask Senior Chen Yunxi."
Xu Xingcang fell silent, and the two of them stood at the edge of the sword flat, watching the many disciples coming and going in the mountain.
After a long time, the sword cultivator slowly said: "How do you plan to find the temple master?"
Le Chaotian said calmly: "Of course I have many ways to find it, such as bringing the entire Sword Sect into the mountains and seas, but this will inevitably cause a lot of hatred between the Sword Sect and the Taoist sect. So it is probably better to be gentler."
Xu Xingcang looked at the Taoist, was silent for a while, and then said: "Please."
Le Chaotian raised his head and looked quietly at the mist-shrouded Sword Sect, and then his eyes stopped on a rather towering and extraordinary mountain peak.
"How about going there?"
Xu Xingcang looked at the green peak and said softly: "That's Taisui Pavilion, the resting place of the sect masters of all generations. If you don't go to the top of the peak, it's okay."
"Then I won't go to the top."
Le Chaotian said calmly, and then walked towards the green peak.
Xu Xingcang was about to follow him when he suddenly realized something was wrong. He suddenly turned around and looked behind him, and then opened his eyes in great panic.
The young-looking Taoist still stood there, looking at Xu Xingcang with a slight smile, and then turned to look at another peak.
"What about there?"
Xu Xingcang stared at it blankly for a long time, and then said slowly: "That is Wenjian Pavilion, the place where inner disciples are promoted to Wenjian. You can go to the top of..."
Le Chaotian nodded, then raised his legs and headed towards that place.
But Le Chaotian still remains in the same place.
Xu Xingcang finally came to his senses, looked at Le Chaotian and said in a deep voice, "So the temple master is not a human being?"
Such a sentence sounds like a curse.
Le Chaotian just laughed softly and said: "No one has ever said that I am a human being."
"It doesn't look like it's a demon."
"Yes."
Xu Xingcang looked at the Taoist figures heading up to the peak in the clouds and mist, and then sighed for a long time.
"No wonder the temple master once said that Tao gave birth to me, not me. He is neither human nor demon. It turns out that the temple master is a lineage of human spirits."
Le Chaotian didn't say any more, just looked at another Jianzong cliff, and then transformed again.
Xu Xingcang stood there for a long time.
The world has yet to understand the things about the monster race in the human world, and the race that is temporarily named Ling, which is derived from such a derived race, the world naturally knows very little about.
Among the flowing clouds, many Taoists gradually left with swords in hand, and then stayed on those green peaks.
Xu Xingcang watched there silently. At this time, there was finally only some clouds and breeze left beside him.
It's just that such a swordsman's mind probably didn't stop at how there was a mysterious Taoist in the Sword Sect.
Xu Xingcang turned his head and looked across the clouds and mists to a high cliff somewhere in the world.
As we all know, Qiu Shui is a demon.
So who is the current Cliff Master?
Therefore, ancient Chu spiritual cultivation may not be true spiritual cultivation. It is just an honorific title for the king of witches and ghosts. Only today in the human world can we see such an existence called spiritual cultivation.
Xu Xingcang was silent for a long time.
But suddenly there was the sound of musical instruments all over the human world.
Countless sword cultivators in the mountains looked up at those green peaks in surprise.
Xu Xingcang also raised his head and looked over. Between the clouds and mists in the sky, there were countless Taoist texts rising gradually, and then turned into drizzle all over the sky, and fell to the human world along with the sound of the piano.
The sword cultivator raised his hand to catch a drop of rainwater. It was full of the vitality of heaven and earth, but it was extremely gentle - just as Le Chaotian said, this was a gentle way that would not cause enmity between Taoist swords.
But with this method, how could one find such a Taoist among such a vast Sword Sect and many Sword Cultivator disciples?
Xu Xingcang was about to disperse the raindrops in his hand, but the next moment, the sword he held in his other hand suddenly began to sing softly.
The swordsman suddenly raised his head and looked at the Taoist on a green peak somewhere.
Just when the sword sounds sounded, Xu Xingcang faintly noticed that his connection with the sword seemed to have weakened a little. Even if he suppressed the sword sounds with his sword intention, he could not stop them.
The sound of countless swords in the clouds and mist of the green mountains, like some musical instruments, gradually blended with the sounds of the piano and turned into some quite harmonious tunes.
Le Chaotian was sitting under Mr. Tai Sui, with a piano on his knees. He suddenly remembered what Lu Xiaosan often said.
The Taoist smiled slightly.
Of course Le Chaotian makes music.
And, well done.
So the song was wrong, and Lelang took care of it.
Among all the harmonious sounds of swords, there is an extremely weak murmur of Taoist sounds overflowing in the clouds and mist of the green mountains.
The moment he heard this sound, Le Chaotian suddenly pressed the piano on his knees and suddenly turned his head to look at that place.
That's Yeyu Cliff.
There was a swordsman on the cliff holding his sword, looking up at Le Chaotian, so at this moment, the two of them met each other's eyes.
Under the Liuyun disciple's robe that didn't fit very well, there was a Taoist robe that was looming in the wind, rain, clouds and mist.
Seeing Le Chaotian looking over, the weird sword cultivator didn't panic at all. He just calmly threw the sword in his hand down the cliff, and then smiled softly.
This smile may have some meaning, or it may not.
However, Le Chaotian suddenly fell silent as if he had seen something incredible.
It was at this moment that the sword cultivator suddenly turned around and jumped down towards the Yeyu Cliff.
A sword light came suddenly, but it was only nailed to that cliff and rock.
It is Xu Xingcang's sword.
The moment Le Chaotian turned his head, the sword in his hand was unsheathed and left.
It's a pity that people's minds are always faster than their hands and feet.
You have to see and hear before you can react.
After the sword cultivator wearing Liuyun's disciple's robe fell into the cliff, Le Chaotian and Xu Xingcang's figures appeared on the cliff together. Xu Xingcang raised his hand and pulled out his sword, lowered his head and looked down, seeing the night rain falling on the cliff. The pavilion was silent in the high cliff and hanging stream, but the figure of such a disciple had disappeared.
or.
In fact, such a swordsman knows where the mysterious Taoist has gone.
Le Chaotian turned his head and looked at Xu Xingcang's face, which instantly turned pale like those white hairs, and said calmly: "Where is after Yeyu Cliff?"
Xu Xingcang was silent for a long time, and then turned his head to look at the deep cloud and mist of Liuyun Sword Sect.
"Liuyun Peak."
You don't even need to ask about such a name. Just looking at Xu Xingcang's face, naturally many things are clear.
Le Chaotian lowered his head and looked quietly at the pavilion under the stream standing quietly in the rain, and then said softly: "So actually I still have to ask about the sword."
Xu Xingcang was silent for a long time, then looked at Le Chaotian aside and said, "So what did the viewer just see?"
At that moment, many eyes turned to Ye Yuya with a lot of surprise, and Xu Xingcang naturally saw it in his eyes.
Le Chaotian was silent for a while and said calmly: "An old friend."
Xu Xingcang looked at Le Chaotian blankly.
The latter continued: "Or rather, the eyes of an old friend."
Le Chaotian said nothing more, just looked down.
Xu Xingcang stood aside and said slowly: "Liuyun Pavilion cannot be entered, whether from here or into the clouds and mist."
Le Chaotian looked at Xu Xingcang, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then how did you know?"
Xu Xingcang was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "When Ye Hanzhong died, he also disappeared under Yeyu Cliff. Finally, his body appeared at Liuyun Pavilion, lying on the mountain road, as if he wanted to climb into those clouds and mists. middle."
Le Chaotian smiled softly and said, "Qingshan's punch was really good."
Ye Hanzhong died at the hands of Chen Qingshan, who secretly sneaked into Liuyun Sword Sect.
Xu Xingcang naturally didn't want to mention this matter.
On the night when the sword light from the East China Sea spilled into the world, they, the sword cultivators of the Sword Pavilion, naturally never thought that Chen Qingshan, the Taoist who calls himself a little saint in the world, was really so bold.
Regardless of whether this matter is right or wrong, at least speaking of it, it brings disgrace to the Liuyun Sword Sect.
Xu Xingcang didn't say anything, but Le Chaotian also jumped off the Yeyu Cliff and stood in front of the Xiyu Linling Tower. He looked at it for a long time, and then a Taoist rhyme spread out.
But as Xu Xingcang said, others probably don't know how to get to Liuyun Peak from here.
Le Chaotian watched for a long time before finally putting away the rhymes of mountains and seas, returned to the cliff of the creek, and then looked at Xu Xingcang.
"Where is Liuyun Cliff?"
Xu Xingcang didn't say anything, he just turned around with his sword and headed towards somewhere in the clouds.
Le Chaotian followed him calmly.
This young-looking Taoist may have a calm expression, but whether his heart is calm or not is naturally unknown.
Whether it was the extremely surprised look just now or the tightly held Die Lianhua in his hand, they were probably saying many things that were different from that calm look.
As the spiritual rain dispersed, these cloudy and green mountains became silent again. Many disciples looked uneasily at the Taoist who was walking with Xu Xingcang from a distance.
Naturally, the world only knows Li Shanhe but not Le Chaotian.
How can it be Li, and how can it be Shanhe?
Probably Dao Dao's surname is Li, and the world is famous for its mountains and rivers.
It means that Tao gave birth to me.
The two were walking on the suspension bridge between the green mountains, but Xu Xingcang asked a question.
"When did the temple master enter the Thirteenth Layer?"
Le Chaotian said calmly: "Before the sword watching in the East China Sea."
Xu Xingcang just asked such a question and did not continue.
In fact, whether Le Chaotian is thirteen stacks or twelve stacks, for Xu Xingcang, these are both people who are impossible to beat.
So it seems that he is asking about Thirteen Layers, but in fact he is asking about the spiritual clan.
Qingtian Dao fell apart fifty years ago.
At that time, Xie Chaoyu was the most dazzling person among the new generation.
Therefore, when people talk about what happened back then, they often only mention Xie Chaoyu. As for Li Shanhe and Bai Yuyao, they often appear as Xie Chaoyu's junior brothers and sisters.
However, fifty years have passed, and this young-looking Taoist has already caught up with Xie Chaoyu.
This may be what Xu Xingcang is most worried about.
The demon clan exchanges lifespan for talents.
So what about these people who came from that family of derivatives?
Xu Xingcang thought silently for a long time, and then stopped in front of a suspension bridge somewhere in front. He turned around and looked at Le Chaotian with a complicated expression, and said softly: "In front of you is Liuyun Peak. Over the years, only Cheng Lu has ever entered it. , the viewer please proceed with caution.”
Le Chaotian quietly looked at the looming green mountains after the clouds and mist surged, but looked at Xu Xingcang and said something sincerely.
"Thank you."
Xu Xingcang held his sword and retreated towards the rear suspension bridge until he stopped on the cliff at the entrance of the suspension bridge.
Le Chaotian held the sword and slowly passed through the clouds and mist, heading towards the depths.
However, before he had gone far, the Taoist's expression changed, and he pointed in front of him. Countless Taoist texts with the meaning of mountains and seas were born out of the sky in the clouds and mist, and then disappeared into his body.
But even so, the sword intention that suddenly came out of the clouds still knocked the Taoist staggering back.
Le Chaotian's expression turned cold. Although he had been struck by a sword, there were countless mountains and rivers evolving under his feet. Then he took a step forward and went straight through the clouds and mist.
Just the moment he passed through the clouds and mist, the Taoist suddenly stood there stunned.
Behind the clouds, a solitary green peak towers into the clouds.
There is a road with hanging steps in front of the peak, leading towards the mountain.
And on the hanging road filled with clouds and mist, there was a white-haired sword cultivator dressed in blood-stained green clothes, standing with a sword in his hand.
The sword has no name.
But everyone in the world knows what kind of sword it is.
Le Chaotian was still stunned.
The white-haired swordsman in blue clothes raised his head, his expression calm and indifferent.
"I heard that you have been looking for me, Le Chaotian."
