Mei Xiyu left Heavenly Prison silently.
The moment he walked in that dark alley, the Taoist seemed to suddenly understand why the sword cultivators of the Human Sword Sect who were supposed to be silent suddenly walked down the inclined platform and talked to him about those things.
They don't want to be the sword in Liu Qinghe's hand.
Just like what Zhong Saoxue said at the beginning, the Human Sword Sect will not care about these things.
Mei Xiyu raised his head and looked past the tall buildings hanging on the street to the distant invisible sloping platform.
The storm of youth is naturally frightening.
If it is as Liu Qinghe said, Huaidu has many swordsmen with fast swords.
So if the young man really wanted to let go of the umbrella, a sword would probably come and nail him to Huaidu.
At that time, the world had never seen wind and snow.
So in the public opinion of the world, this story should look like this.
The human sword sect suddenly killed a young man.
There will be no wind and snow, but the young man will die by the sword.
They have seen the wind and snow, so they will not let the fine snow fall towards Sophora City.
It doesn't matter what the truth is.
The world only saw those sword cultivators from the Sword Sect killing a young man like this.
So that story became the last straw that broke the sword sect in the world.
Mei Xiyu stopped silently in the alley.
This Taoist who originally only wanted to practice cultivation had to admit that when Liu Qinghe arranged for him to live in the courtyard opposite the Siwu Demon Mansion, he became more and more involved in these stories.
Of course he could get away with it.
It's just that Taoists are also human beings. Faced with such a story, how can Mei Xiyu really escape?
At this moment, Mei Xiyu suddenly felt that her somewhat resentful words were actually correct all along.
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"Heavenly Prison is forcing us to leave Huaidu, senior brother."
Shan Zhaoshui sighed softly, stood by the sloping platform, looked at Zhong Saoxue who came back and said softly.
Zhong Saoxue stopped silently at the edge of the stage and looked towards the south of the city.
After a long time, Zhong Saoxue said slowly: "Actually, there is another way."
Jiang Ye, who was sitting aside, said with a complicated expression: "We stand together with Nan Dao to face the Siwu Demon Mansion."
All the sword cultivators were silent.
In such a story, the real decisive factor in many directions is not the attitude of Shuizi Ping or Liu Qinghe.
It's the boy's umbrella, the wind and snow in the world under that umbrella.
As Liu Qinghe said, when the wind and snow may come, the story between life and death, the position is no longer important.
Shan Zhaoshui stood there for a long time and said softly: "It's just that in the story of Lingnan, we do seem to have formed a life-and-death situation with Nandao. He may not be willing to see us."
The destruction of Lingnan is naturally closely related to the story of the Sword Sect in the World.
The one who rebelled was the Xuansheyuan, but the one who raised the banner was the Human Sword Sect.
And it was Lingnan that was flattened.
The words that the young man said to Jiang Ye at dusk that day were naturally extremely serious.
The sword light tonight is naturally a silent sword light.
The sword cultivators who were supposed to be watching the chaos in Sophora Capital with cold eyes on the slanted platform were actually swept in by a certain snowstorm in the story of Heavenly Prison and Siwu Demon Mansion.
In the long silence, someone whispered something.
"That young man must not have a bad heart either."
Jiang Ye turned around and saw that it was Mei Quming.
The sword cultivator who originally said he was going to find Zhang Xiaoyu to find out more about it finally came to Huaidu.
When Mei Quming knew that Cong Ren had died in Zhang Xiaoyu's hands, he realized that there were some things that he no longer needed to ask.
As Mei Quming, who was relatively close to Zhang Xiaoyu in Nanyi City, he probably heard a lot about that boy from the mouth of the sword cultivator in white who had not changed.
Mei Quming saw all the senior brothers looking at him, and sighed and said: "If that boy was really a sinful person, he probably wouldn't have been able to go all the way to the East China Sea."
Jiang Ye fell silent.
The original story started with Jiang Ye's sword.
Then it ended with Shan Zhaoshui's sword.
Shan Zhaoshui silently thought about the young man by the stream who sincerely told him that he wanted to go to the appointment later, but in the end he accepted the sword calmly.
After a long time, the handsome swordsman said softly: "Yes."
Mei Quming said seriously: "So why don't we think about it, maybe he never thought about letting go of the umbrella, but we always take it as the premise that he will definitely let go of the umbrella?"
Jiang Ye was silent for a long time, and then said calmly: "Because we dare not not gamble. Who knows how the destruction of Lingnan has changed the young man's thoughts?"
Mei Quming stood up holding his sword, just like he had been holding Penny on the Nanyi River in the past, and looked back to the south of Huaidu.
After a long time, Mei Quming said slowly: "But I don't believe he will really do this."
Zhong Saoxue said softly: "Whether you believe it or not, Heavenly Prison has now put the problem in front of us. We have to seriously consider these things."
Shan Zhaoshui turned back and looked in the direction of Heavenly Prison, and remembered something.
"If we really leave Xianyuetai and Huaidu, how will we face the snowstorm on the other side of Heavenly Prison?"
Zhong Saoxue was silent for a while and said softly: "Perhaps for them, the life and death of that young man is indeed unimportant."
Such words fell on the inclined platform.
Not only Shan Zhaoshui, but also Jiang Ye, a sword cultivator who had personally given the boy a sword, fell silent.
After a long silence, Jiang Ye carried his sword and walked down the slanting platform. He sighed softly and said, "I'll go."
This sword cultivator, who was carrying the green vegetables and the Sleepless Sword, might still have some guilt in his heart for what he had done to the boy.
Otherwise, when Nan Dao appeared in Huaidu, he would not try to stop him.
Shan Zhaoshui looked at the young junior brother's back quietly, then stood up and headed towards the Siwu Demon Mansion.
"I'm going to the Siwu Demon Mansion to have a look."
These Sword Sect disciples may have made a choice in this story in the end.
The boy's snowstorm was the biggest variable in the world.
Everyone has to think seriously.
What if the wind and snow really fall to the world?
The fine snow sword naturally contains more than just fine snow.
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Under the umbrella of South Island, there is gradually a fine snow filling the air.
The young man today may indeed still be a fine snow sword.
Therefore, there is fine snow under the umbrella, fine snow on the sword, and perhaps there is also a lot of fine snow in the eyes of the young man looking at the world from afar.
This hanging street in Nancheng is naturally far away from the Siwu Demon Mansion.
But the young man smelled a lot of strong demonic power.
Then the young man remembered what the Taoist named Mei Xiyu said to him in those blocked alleys.
Heavenly Prison stands still.
There are always some people who are impatient to wait.
In fact, when Nan Dao met the servant at Xuan Street this afternoon, he had already realized these things.
So the boy didn't go back to that alley today.
As for Xu Chunhua saying that she wanted to find a friend to help him, Nan Dao didn't stop her. It was naturally a good thing to go further away.
Gradually, some figures in the distance walked slowly out of the sparsely lit streets and alleys.
At that moment, Nan Dao had an illusion.
It seems that he is not in Huaidu.
But in Yunjue Town.
It seemed to be the same at that time, with many demon clans coming from far away.
But it was in the twilight, not the depths of night.
Nan Dao stood quietly on the hanging street. Only then did the young man realize that at some point, there was no one around the hanging street. Whether it's some pedestrians who drink drunk at night, or passers-by who wander around due to insomnia, or even the jailers who act with swords.
I don’t know when they all disappeared into this world.
Like water dripping into water, all traces disappear as the ripples fade away.
Nan Dao quietly looked at the Siwu Demon Guards approaching this place between the tall buildings and hanging streets, and then calmly pulled out the blue-black peach blossom that was slowly condensing with frost and snow. sword.
Blue-black and frost-snow-colored, neither seems to have anything to do with the word peach blossom.
Perhaps when the young man carefully carved the word "peach blossom" on his sword by the Jingsi Lake, he never thought about what his life would be like in the future.
Of course everything was not as expected.
Nan Dao looked at the Peach Blossom Sword quietly in his hand and remembered what Shui Zaiping said to him.
Of course Liu Qinghe is also untrustworthy.
The young man may not have believed it either.
So even though Mei Xiyu told him to hide himself well, this young man still often walked around the world with arrogance.
I have my umbrella and my sword.
Probably only my umbrella and my sword.
The young man didn't trust others, and he probably didn't care whether others trusted him.
Those may be unimportant things.
The young man's eyes fell on the countless monsters walking through the streets.
However, the Wuwei Guards had already approached the young man, and were attacking him with overwhelming demonic power.
The young man stood on the hanging street with his sword in hand. He calmly sent out the sword, and the fine snow fell on the world, turning into a bright red color in an instant.
Of course Nan Dao's sword is also very fast.
Those Siwu Guards may not have seen clearly where the blue-black sword came from in the night, but the young man's figure was no longer on the hanging street. The black sword body covered with frost and snow bore the name of a certain Siwu Guard. The body fell into the street.
Nan Dao drew his sword and shook off the demon blood on the sword. He stood coldly and looked at the Siwu Guards who were approaching again.
A sword of cold light suddenly shot out from under the umbrella.
The sword in his hand and the sword's intention fell together with the fine snow towards the long street that looked like the bottom of a cliff.
As a result, those Siwu guards no longer hid their figures and surged out of the night with great calmness.
Such a story may also be different from the original story of Yun Jue Town.
Although the young man at that time went deep alone, there were many Lingnan sword cultivators and Liuyun sword cultivators behind him. Cheng Lu, one of the three young swordsmen, stood up for him.
However, there is obviously no such thing in Huaidu today.
Facing those monsters coming like a tide, Nan Dao's heart naturally grew colder.
Even though he had guessed that Shui Zaiping's murderous intentions were aimed at him, he never thought that the Siwu Demon Mansion would quietly send all the demon clans here.
Nan Dao slashed away the monsters that were approaching him with one sword, then turned into sword light again and returned to the hanging street.
The young man stood under the umbrella, standing on a high place, looking into the distance. Tonight, Huaidu was as lonely and cold as some uninhabited mountain cliffs.
There is nothing in the distance but night.
It was as if all the people in Heavenly Prison had disappeared into this world.
Nandao may have finally understood at this point that Heavenly Prison will not do anything tonight.
Perhaps the more tragic and sensational such a story is, the more it will be the result that Heavenly Prison wants.
Nan Dao didn't look at anything else, nor did he leave this street.
Just facing many powerful demons, he calmly held the sword and umbrella in his hands.
What Heavenly Prison wants may not be what Nandao wants.
When he saw the servant for the first time, he knew it clearly in his heart.
Of course, such a person cannot be killed by himself.
Nan Dao has only seen such strong demon power in Qing Xiang.
The young man could not be the opponent of the scholar in white, and naturally he could not be the opponent of the Huaidu Shizhong.
Siwuwei came in a surge.
On that hanging street, the bloody aura gradually overshadowed the surging demonic power.
Maybe they really underestimated such a young man.
After all, the young man was only in the Plum Blossom Land and had not yet climbed the stairs.
Only when the Xixue swordsmanship became more and more fierce and the hanging street was extremely tightly defended, did the big demons in the Siwu Guards finally realize that something was wrong.
At first, he was just a young man who had just entered Taoxue, and he was able to fight all the way to the rear of the monster army in Yunjue Town.
Facing those Siwu Demon Guards, naturally there will not be too much pressure.
On the contrary, the sword intent flowing around the young man's body probably became more condensed and sharp after seeing blood.
It feels like there is a storm all over the city.
Nan Dao stayed calmly on the hanging street. The demon guards surged under the night, but they were also cut away by the double swords around him.
Even on the umbrella frame in his hand, there is a lot of bright red color that cannot be dimmed.
However, in just a few breaths, the long street was already filled with the corpses of the Siwu Demon Guards.
At this point, the steps of the Siwu Demon Guards who were trying to approach the young man finally slowed down.
Nan Dao calmly held an umbrella and stood in the middle of the hanging street. Looking at the Siwu Demon Guards who were gradually calming down around the world, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
However, before the breath was fully exhaled, Nan Dao's expression changed. Yiaozhou, which had turned into a stream of light and shuttled in the distance, suddenly returned to his defense. The Peach Blossom Sword in his hand was also placed horizontally in front of him, slashing in an arc.
At the moment when Nan Dao's sword fell, several big demons equivalent to the Xiaodao realm appeared in front of him in the night. The demonic power of the several big demons suppressed the young man and staggered back, until he reached Peach Blossom. The sword was nailed into the hanging street before he finally stopped.
At the same time, more big demons came out of those streets and alleys.
Compared to those demon clans that only rely on demon power to fight, those demon cultivators are naturally more difficult to deal with.
In the darkness of night, the demonic power wrapped around the sword intention and came with a cold light. The young man stood with the sword in his hand, lowered the umbrella in his hand, and hid his entire body under the umbrella - the first sword that the young man may have learned. It's not the flower-piercing sword, but the sinking umbrella sword.
The demon cultivator from the Azure Lotus Realm landed his sword on the umbrella, instantly bursting out with extremely brilliant sword fire, and then disappeared quickly.
Before Nan Dao could stand firm, the second sword came suddenly.
At the same time, there was a demon cultivator standing on a tall building in the distance, holding the Taoist secret.
Although Taoist cultivators are in the minority among the demon cultivators, the minister still practices Taoism but does not practice swordsmanship. Naturally, there will be no shortage of demon cultivators practicing Taoism in the north.
Daowen's sword intent came together.
Nandao had no choice but to sink his parachute and retreat again.
However, those Siwu Demon Guards who were equipped with demonic power also surged in again at the moment when the decline of the South Island first appeared.
Nan Dao held the umbrella and swung away the sword lights and Dao Wen, then let go of the Peach Blossom Sword, and used his sword intention to drive the two swords wrapped in fine snow to shoot at the demon cultivators in the tall buildings. At the next moment, Behind him, a man in fluttering white clothes with a peach blossom face finally appeared. He raised his hand and grasped the horse scabbard behind Nan Dao. His Tao charm spread instantly, and as the Dao sword was pulled out, it was like a sudden sudden change in a flat lake. As if someone had thrown a stone, the Siwu Demon Guards surrounding Nan Dao were blown away in an instant, scattering on the long street below like splashing water drops.
Nan Dao stood aside with a pale expression, but did not stop. Although there was no sword in his hand, he understood the meaning of Peach Blossom in an instant. He held the seal in front of him and the young man spoke the first words in the night.
"The great road is useless, but there is benevolence and righteousness."
As the words fell, there was a surge in the Dao Sea, and the ancient Dao scroll hanging high above the Divine Sea was opened and stopped at a certain page.
An extremely ancient and mysterious Taoist charm circulated under the umbrella, and then spread to the entire hanging street in an instant.
The surging demonic sword intent and the dao charms of many demonic cultivators dissipated in an instant like the rising sun on thin snow.
When they were at Daohai Beach, Nan Dao asked Peach Blossom what it was.
At that time, Taohua said calmly that this was a forbidden technique.
Just like the sword light in the ten-mile wind and snow.
When those ancient Taoist charms fell towards Xuanjie, all the demonic powers and spells were dispersed.
It's a pity that the young man's Dao Hai is not enough for him to cover the entire long street with such an almost invincible Dao technique.
Even at the moment when those Taoist skills fell towards Xuanjie, Nan Dao was aware of the sword intent in the divine sea that became extremely fierce due to the lack of suppression.
Fortunately, the demon power above Xuanjie dissipated, but it was enough for the young man to breathe a sigh of relief.
Nan Dao stood at the end of the hanging street holding an umbrella, maintaining such a Taoist technique, and the rest of the story was naturally left to Tao Hua.
Such a man in white, who came from the aggregation of the boy's past selves, held the Dao sword and disappeared from the hanging street like the clear light of the moon at night.
In an instant, they had already caught up with the two swords of Taohua and Yiaozhou that had shot away earlier.
Before the demon cultivator standing on the tall building had time to change his expression, the sword had already passed through his eyebrows in an instant.
And Taohua's figure hovered between the tall buildings, just like when she taught Nan Dao how to wield a sword.
The two swords were wrapped around the sword intent, one black and one white, but like a yin and yang fish. Then countless sword intents separated from the sword body, turning into many sword shadows, surrounding Taohua's body.
Taohua held the Dao sword in her hand and made a gesture in front of her.
A slight scold.
It means coming and going.
At that moment, the vitality in the South Island Divine Sea was instantly drawn away.
And those sword shadows, with peach blossoms as the center, instantly filled the world.
Maybe it's just the sparse shadows slanting horizontally.
The water is clear and shallow.
Taohua, who has climbed the building three times without entering, naturally knows more than Nandao.
Today, the boy gradually takes shape, Dao Hai, and he can finally make Tao Hua more calm.
The young man stood on the hanging street with his umbrella in hand, raising his head and looking quietly at the white-clothed figure in the night, and at the shadows of the sword that were scattered in all directions.
The boy may indeed have more than just an umbrella and a sword.
Also, peach blossoms.
