When the handsome young man stopped exhausted in the northern part of Shanyue City, he happened to see such a young man standing on a mountain peak with a sword on his back, looking towards such a southern city for a long time.
Lu Xiaoer always felt as if he had seen such a young man somewhere.
Is it at Xiaojiu Peak in Lingnan?
Lu Xiaoer recalled it very seriously, but he probably couldn't remember it. He just saw something familiar.
Since he may have seen it, it is naturally possible that he is the sword cultivator who escaped from Lingnan.
Such thoughts made the little boy suddenly feel excited. Carrying the Xiwu Sword on his back, he ran all the way towards such a mountain peak.
The young boy from Zhishui rushed back all the way from the East China Sea, and he was already exhausted mentally and physically. Otherwise, he would probably be able to fly such a short distance with his sword intent.
The mountains to the north of Shanyue are more or less covered with clouds and fog because they are adjacent to the Liuyun Mountains.
When the young man passed through the clouds and mist and ran up the mountain, the young swordsman had already disappeared there.
Lu Xiaoer once thought that he was too tired and had such strange hallucinations.
But when he was dejectedly planning to continue heading south to take a look at the flames of war that had been blocked by Shan Yue, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure walking alone on the mountain road in the distance.
Lu Xiaoer waved his hands over there in surprise and shouted.
"Senior brother! Senior brother!"
The figure of such a young man may have been distracted, and he did not hear the cry of the young man in the lonely green mountains. Lu Xiaoer became a little anxious, for fear of missing such a young Lingnan senior brother, and he did not know where to go to find out the news about Lingnan in the future. .
So in desperation, the young boy used the Xiwu Sword behind him. Although he was tired, the young boy probably still had the power of the sword.
The long sword from Caoweiyingjian Lake staggered through the clouds and mists in the mountains and fell towards the young man on the mountain road.
At this point, the boy with the melon-skinned head finally turned around.
Lu Xiaoer's Xiwu Sword was cut down with one sword, and then the sword that broke the edge of the sword, with extremely sharp sword intent, suddenly broke through the clouds and mist, and stopped an inch in front of the young boy.
Lu Xiaoer was obviously shocked.
But it was obvious that such a young man was also taken aback.
So I thought I had met the young man who was sneaking up on him, but when I saw the anxious young man behind him who was no more than twelve years old, he hurriedly stopped his sword attack.
The sword marks in the light clouds that were broken by the sword intent are slowly closing.
Hu Lu looked at it silently for a while, then retracted his sword, walked not far away, bent down and picked up the young boy's sword - he thought it was just an ordinary sword, but Hu Lu was holding such a sword. At that moment, the sword was filled with sword intent that frightened the young man. He hurriedly held it and then released it.
The sword intent on those swords was slowly dissipating - just as the panic of the young man in the distance gradually subsided.
Hu Lu quietly looked at the sword inserted by himself on the side of the road. The name of the sword was Xiwu.
But he had never heard of such a sword in the past. This naturally gave Hu Lu the idea that a hidden sword sect was being born.
Hu Lu waited there for a long time before finally waiting for the young boy who, although extremely handsome, had obviously gone through a long journey and looked very haggard, came over.
"Sorry, I have been calling my senior brother, but he didn't seem to hear me. I had no choice but to take this step."
Lu Xiaoer walked over, pulled out his Xiwu Sword from the side of the mountain path, then held the sword and saluted Hu Lu.
"Thank you, senior brother, for showing mercy."
Hu Lu looked at the young boy in front of him silently for a long time, just shook his head, then continued to walk forward, and said calmly: "Is something wrong?"
Lu Xiaoer hugged Xiwu and followed Hu Lu, lowered his head and said softly: "Junior brother, I am Lu Xiaoer from the Lingnan Xiaobai Sword Sect. I want to ask my senior brother, but I don't know if the Lingnan Sword Sect... .”
The boy who was walking calmly suddenly stopped.
The young boy didn't know why this young swordsman, who seemed to be quite advanced, had such a reaction, and he stopped there in confusion for a moment.
Hu Lu looked at the young Lingnan sword cultivator named Lu Xiaoer in silence for a long time. Probably no one knew how many complicated emotions he had in his heart when he heard the name of such a sword sect.
"Senior brother?"
Lu Xiaoer hesitated for a while, looking at Hu Lu's expression, he was probably very puzzled, but this might make the young man misunderstood.
"Sorry, I thought that senior brother was from Lingnan Sword Sect, but I forgot that this place is closer to Liuyun Sword Sect."
Lu Xiaoer thought Hu Lu was the Liuyun Sword Sect, or the members of the Sword Sect in the Liuyun Mountain Range.
Hu Lu was silent for a long time, accepting such an identity with complicated emotions. He turned back and said softly: "Yes, I am a member of the Liuyun Sword Sect."
Lu Xiaoer actually couldn't understand why Hu Lu would repeat such a sentence so strangely.
Just thinking about the way the young senior brother of Jian Zong walked silently on the mountain road earlier, he just regarded Hu Lu as a lonely and eccentric person.
Hu Lu walked on the mountain path in silence for a while, then stopped and turned to look to the south of the world.
Lu Xiaoer also stopped and looked at such a familiar swordsman for a long time - the two of them had actually met before in Nanyi City, but Hu Lu was in a coma and embarrassed state at that time. Yes, it was lifted up by Jiang Ye's sword intent. This is why although Lu Xiaoer felt familiar, he still couldn't remember where he had seen it.
"Weren't you in Lingnan before?"
Hu Lu looked at the mountains in the south that had been empty of sword repairs, and asked such a question.
Lu Xiaoer looked a little sad. He lowered his head and looked at the sword of Xiwu in his hand. After a long time, he said softly: "No, I went to the East China Sea with my uncle to see the sword cliff."
Hu Lu turned around and looked at Lu Xiaoer quietly. After a long time, she slowly said, "No more."
In fact, the meaning of such a sentence is naturally very obvious.
Even a young boy, when he heard these three simple words, his haggard face suddenly turned pale.
But Lu Xiaoer preferred to pretend to be ignorant, lowered his head and asked in a small voice: "What does senior brother mean?"
Perhaps the young boy was actually expecting the senior fellow from Liuyun Sword Sect in front of him to suddenly put on a smile, and then tell him - I lied to you, Lingnan is good, there are so many sword cultivators, how could they just say no and leave?
But no.
The melon-headed young swordsman said very calmly.
"Lingnan is gone, this sword sect has been destroyed."
Of course there are many Lingnan sword cultivators.
It's just that most of them are of low level, so it's naturally difficult to get out of such a story.
Lu Xiaoer took a deep breath, and Hu Lu looked at the twelve-year-old boy next to him for a long time - he thought that this little sword cultivator named Lu Xiaoer would have a lot of panic.
Just not.
After hearing Hu Lu really explain the meaning of those three words, Lu Xiaoer calmed down.
Standing there holding the sword, he took a long breath and exhaled a long breath.
It was as if he was trying to swallow up the long and depressed mood that came from the East China Sea into the clouds and mist of the green mountains.
Naturally, this was not the first time that the haggard-looking young man had heard the news.
When he was in Donghai, it was difficult for him to even walk. He could only hold on to the wall and go to the room of the small town inn, lying there like a man with broken limbs.
It's just that such a long journey may finally allow Lu Xiaoer to bear a lot of things.
The young boy silently returned the sword in his hand to the sheath behind him, and then bowed to Hu Lu seriously.
"Thank you, senior brother."
Hu Lu stood there calmly, but her right hand was slightly hidden behind her, and her nails, which were not sharp, had already sunk into the flesh.
It's just that he didn't avoid the sword ceremony from such a small Lingnan sword cultivator.
Of course, the disciples of the Human Sword Sect can never afford such a thank you.
only.
Hu Lu just stood there silently, comforting herself in her heart, you are Liuyun Sword Cultivator, aren't you?
Hu Lu will also not always have the idea of running away like before.
I'm already atoning for my sins.
Hu Lu thought very seriously.
The sword that landed on the Tonggui Monument.
The sword that tried to make the South settle down again.
It's just that there are some things that a young man cannot decide.
They are too young and too weak.
Hu Lu frowned as he looked at the young boy who was heading south with the sword on his back.
"What are you going to do?"
Such sudden harsh words made Lu Xiaoer feel as if this young swordsman suddenly came to life - he didn't know why he had such an idea.
Lu Xiaoer turned around and looked at the melon-headed young swordsman in silence, but said nothing.
Hu Lu stood there with a frown, and then said slowly: "In fact, there are many young swordsmen in Lingnan who have left Fengqiling before the war started. Instead of going back to Lingnan to try to find some survivors, it is better to go north. Go, maybe it’s more likely.”
Lu Xiaoer stopped there, and after a long time, he said softly: "In Yunjue Town, when I followed my uncle to watch such a monster in the world, under those green mountains, those sword cultivators were participating in the battle. I had already dug a grave for myself before. At that time, a certain sword cultivator threatened me, saying that if I, Lu Xiaoer, died there, it would sometimes be difficult to find someone to take my body back to Lingnan."
Lu Xiaoer didn't know why he suddenly mentioned such a thing.
But on the way back from the East China Sea, this young boy had actually been thinking about such things.
Hu Lu looked at Lu Xiaoer silently.
The latter thought there seriously for a long time, and then said softly: "Although I am only a young boy, I also understand from the stories in Yunjue Town that it is a very miserable thing to not be able to return to your hometown - even though This is a posthumous matter.”
The difficulty of leaving one's homeland naturally involves not only life, but also death.
Lu Xiaoer raised his head, looked past the light clouds and the many small towns stretching away under Yuanwu Mountain, and said softly: "It would be even more miserable if the body was exposed in the wilderness."
Hu Lu stared blankly at the boy in front of him. It was probably hard for him to imagine that such a twelve-year-old boy would say such a thing.
"So at least, someone has to go back and take a look at them and collect their bodies."
There was a lot of sadness in Lu Xiaoer's words.
Just as he would always think of the scene where he had gone through so much trouble to find Lu Xiaoxiao's body in such a messy mountain range, and then turned such a cold corpse into an even colder tomb.
Hu Lu stood there in silence, and then said softly: "But you can't get through. Between the mountains, the moon, and the south of the ridge, it has already become an extremely tragic battlefield."
Lu Xiaoer stood there in silence.
I don't know why, but this sentence reminded him of what the sword cultivator named Ximen said to them back then.
That is also true.
You guys can't get through it, Bailu is now occupied by the demon clan.
But is that really something that can’t be passed?
In the past thousand years, such a large swamp of 800 miles has still been used by people every year.
When the wind and snow are extremely strong, deer croaking can often not be seen from three feet away, but such a snowy country has never been truly separated from the human world.
Just can't take it easy.
I just don’t want to end up in an awkward situation.
If that young uncle had heard the bad news about Jianya, then even if the White Deer were full of monsters, they would naturally not stop in Yunjue Town as Ximen said.
Human stories are often just about choices.
So Lu Xiaoer turned around and looked at this senior fellow from Liuyun Sword Sect seriously, and said softly: "Nothing is impossible, senior fellow."
The young man Hu Lu wanted to say something more, but at this moment, he suddenly opened his mouth wide, his pupils gradually became huge, and he stood there in a daze, saying nothing.
Of course he knew that what Lu Xiaoer said was not related to his story.
But when he suddenly heard such a sentence, he still fell into deep silence.
Hu Lu looked at the young man like this for a long time. At this moment, her body that had been deliberately tense became much more relaxed.
The clouds and mist all over the mountain are drifting slowly.
Although Lu Xiaoer didn't know why Liuyun Sword Cultivator suddenly changed his expression like this, he didn't ask anything. He just turned around silently, heading south tiredly but firmly.
After a long time, the young senior brother's voice came from behind.
"Good luck."
The figure of the young boy gradually disappeared into the green mountains within the mountains and moons.
Hu Lu stood quietly on the mountain road with his sword on his back.
Facing the mountain road and looking beyond the extremely distant clouds and mists, there are some dark and silent tall mountains. This is a mountain road heading west.
There are many things to the west, not only the Youhuang Mountains covered with wind and snow in the high places, but also the roar of deer with wind and snow all year round.
When the young man left Nanyi City, he stood at a loss for a long time on the plain where human blood had been spilled.
Of course Cong Ren said, you can choose for yourself.
Hu Lu also knows that he can choose for himself.
But when he actually struck the Tonggui Monument with his sword, seemingly severing his connection with the human sword sect, such a young man inevitably became confused.
If everything can really be left to your own choice, do you really know where you should go?
Hu Lu stood in that twilight for a long time.
Until he finally remembered a long and beautiful dream story that never had any panic or sadness.
In the dream, there was a sword cultivator in white who had not become blind. He was sitting with such a young man in the snowy dusk of winter in the human sword sect, telling some very surprising stories.
The land of trees in the East China Sea, the Hangu Temple in the depths of the desert, the strange world under the endless ocean, or an inn like this in the depths of the roaring wind and snow.
Of course the human world is very big.
The human world is far from as small as a young man who caressed Suyue said.
Among the Five Thousand Words of the Green Ox, there is a sentence like this - existence and non-being complement each other, difficulty and ease complement each other, long and short complement each other, high and low complement each other.
Without opposition, there would be no existence.
It is precisely because of the young age of a fifteen-year-old boy.
That’s why the human world is so big.
So in that dusk, Hu Lu decided to take a look to see if the things mentioned by the senior brothers in the dreams really existed.
Just today.
When Hulu looked at the young boy Lu Xiaoer, who knew that he would see nothing when he returned to Lingnan, and said with great seriousness that nothing was impossible - then the young man realized many things in panic.
Of course there can be a country in the trees in the East China Sea, as green as a piece of jasper.
In a certain Hangu temple in the north that has disappeared, there may have been a Taoist named Li Que 49 who looked at the clear spring.
Lu Ming may actually have a Juli swordsman with the same name as the seventh senior brother Mojianya.
Tao Sheng may have actually eaten something called Krabby Patty back then.
Just hulu.
This young man from the Human Sword Sect stood in the clouds and mist of the green mountains for a long time with his sword on his back.
Maybe it's because you want to escape something.
The story of human beings still has no results despite all kinds of longing and extravagant hopes.
What's more, what about the stories in dreams?
The gourd remained silent for a long time.
Just like a blue stone in the mountains, watching the sun and the moon.
It's just that there is no story of enlightenment and enlightenment in the world.
Just like what a certain scholar by the stream thought, if the mind moves, stones can turn into grass and trees, which is what will break the hearts of all Taoists in the world.
This is why the human world has never been able to understand the existence of a group like the Monster Clan.
When a gourd looks at the sun and moon, it will only become a gourd instead of a gourd.
But after the young man figured something out, he felt that death was okay.
The young man did not choose to die.
After remaining silent in the green mountain for a long time, he slowly knelt down, facing the west of the human world.
Just like in some ancient stories, those people worship the gods and ghosts devoutly.
Young people do not kneel to gods and ghosts.
But he knelt down to life and death.
It’s still a story from a boy’s dream.
The sword cultivator in white told a story about the devout believers kowtowing in the snowy country.
I heard that there is also a human world under the River Styx.
The young man thought piously when his forehead touched the soil of the mountain road.
A certain swordsman named Mo Shancha who died in the story last March once had a conversation with such a Qingtian Taoist.
When the world finally encounters many stories of helplessness and powerlessness, it is inevitable that they will become devoted to something.
