Some stories didn't happen.
When those Donghai sword cultivators appeared at the door of the restaurant and saw the white-haired sword cultivator, they left in silence.
Of course they didn't know Chen Yunxi.
There are not many people in the world who know Chen Yunxi.
Just because they don't know Chen Yunxi doesn't mean they are fools.
Such a sword cultivator, sitting there so quietly, with an uncontrollable and extremely sharp sword intent flowing around him, some things are naturally very obvious.
Of course, there are people in the East China Sea who are in the Great Dao Realm and the Cliff Master Realm, but they have probably never seen such sword cultivators.
If he doesn't come from the Human World Sword Sect, then he naturally comes from the Liuyun Sword Sect.
Facing such a high-level swordsman with a deep background, perhaps we can try to reason with him, but it's probably not necessary.
After all, that person seemed to be just eating hot pot quietly and not causing any trouble. There was nothing that could be done if the diners were scared away.
Le Chaotian led Lu Xiaosan through the door, looked at the Donghai sword cultivators who turned around after one glance, and then looked at the shopkeeper who was helpless at the door.
The Taoist sighed and said, "Maybe we go upstairs to eat?"
Chen Yunxi sat there quietly, looking at the pot on the table in front of him for a long time, and then said calmly: "Okay, but..."
Le Chaotian frowned and looked at Chen Yunxi. He really didn't know what the pause after Chen Yunxi's "but" meant.
The white-haired swordsman in green clothes quietly looked at the ancient sword lying in front of him, and then said softly: "I need you to help me take these things up."
Le Chaotian's eyes fell on the sword, and then on Chen Yunxi's white hair and blood.
Seems to understand something.
"No wonder the senior only used one sword in Liuyun sword pavilion. It turned out that he really couldn't hold on anymore."
Le Chaotian looked at the sword in Chen Yunxi's lap in amazement.
Chen Yunxi raised his eyebrows and said, "Why don't you come and give it a try?"
Le Chaotian said sincerely: "I can't do it. Even the seniors can't withstand this kind of sword intent. How can I do it? But I'm very curious why such a sword shouldn't have the sword intent to escape. Why is it like this? Looks like this?”
Chen Yunxi was silent for a while and said slowly: "Because senior brother is also a human being after all."
At the side of Huaidu, the young man in Qingshang called the sword back from Qiushui and gave it to Chen Yunxi, asking him to play it with his own sword intention and the sword intention on the sword. This naturally led to some sword intention. of escape.
Le Chaotian smiled with some schadenfreude, watching the white-haired swordsman say proudly like a young man: "I see, it seems that senior doesn't like you very much, but he does like me very much."
Chen Yunxi looked at Le Chaotian quietly and said, "So what?"
Le Chaotian suppressed his smile.
"Nothing, I'll help you carry the hot pot."
Lu Xiaosan and Song Guo stood there honestly. After all, even Le Chaotian was like this, so naturally they couldn't afford to offend the person in front of them. At this time, when they saw Le Chaotian stepping forward and reaching out to pick up the hot pot, the two of them silently ran over to help pick up the dishes.
The shopkeeper at the door looked gratefully at the Taoist priest who was just passing by.
Chen Yunxi sat there quietly until Le Chaotian and others cleared the table. Then he lowered his head and looked at the sword across his thigh quietly. He raised his hand to hold the sword body, and his whole body was full of... With such a simple movement, cracks began to appear, and countless sword marks wandered between the lips, teeth, and pupils of the white-haired Qingyi.
Le Chaotian stood on the stairs going upstairs and looked at the Liuyun sword cultivator in amazement.
"What a great Chen Yunxi."
After Qing Yi, only a few people have wielded such a sword.
One is the previous generation - to be precise, after Qiu Shui died, it should be the previous generation Cliff Master, in red, who drew his sword in the Styx River, stopped the water of the Styx River from flowing back to the world, and then died. In the River Styx.
The other one is the world's best swordsman, Cong Zhongxiao, who was as famous as Chen Yunxi. He drew his sword 490,000 miles away from the East China Sea and died together with the Demon Ancestor.
Although Chen Yunxi had never drawn his sword, he still used his own sword intention to flick such a sword.
Under such suppression of sword intent, this sword cultivator can still walk in the world, which is naturally extremely shocking.
Chen Yunxi held such a simple sword as if he was holding the entire world in his hands, and walked towards the second floor of the restaurant with heavy steps.
Le Chaotian and the others had already packed up their positions by the window.
Chen Yunxi looked at the three of them and said thank you seriously.
Le Chaotian looked at Chen Yunxi and said sincerely: "Senior, there is no need to say thank you. I do hope that senior can draw his sword and fight against me."
This Taoist's face was full of sincerity.
"This at least makes me look like a good person."
Chen Yunxi slowly sat down by the window, released the sword in his hand, and placed it on his knees. The wandering sword marks in his pupils finally slowly dissipated, but there was some blood on the corners of his lips. The white-haired swordsman wiped it without caring, then looked at Le Chaotian and said: "Good guys and bad guys, really Is it so important?"
Le Chaotian picked up a piece of cabbage and put it into the pot. Lu Xiaosan thought with emotion that his uncle still really liked blanching cabbage.
The Taoist looked at the vegetable leaves floating in the red soup and said softly: "I am different from my predecessors. My predecessors are probably really alienated from the world, but I live in the world. When I live in the world, of course I have to care about good people. Still a bad guy.”
Chen Yunxi looked at the Taoist quietly, while Lu Xiaosan on the side asked the sword cultivator a little cautiously.
"Can I have a meatball?"
Even Le Chaotian looked over helplessly.
You could say the young man is not cautious, he still knows how to ask.
Call him cautious, but he really dared to ask.
Fortunately, Chen Yunxi didn't care. He just nodded and said, "You can eat whatever you want without asking me."
Lu Xiaosan breathed a sigh of relief, then picked up a meatball and carefully placed it in the pot.
Pinecone, who was sitting side by side on the bench, came over and whispered: "You can't eat it, can't you?"
Lu Xiaosan said seriously: "Cao Weiying has nothing to eat yet."
Only then did Song Guo remember that the young boy had brought back a little native dog this time.
Le Chaotian was speechless.
Chen Yunxi looked at Lu Xiaosan with a strange expression, and then at the little native dog who was holding his front legs on the table, sticking out his tongue and looking eagerly at the pot.
"He calls grass fireflies?"
Lu Xiaosan looked at Chen Yunxi and said cautiously: "Isn't it possible?"
Chen Yunxi was also a little speechless. After looking at Lu Xiaosan for a long time, he silently turned back and looked at Le Chaotian.
"You junior?"
Le Chaotian denied it.
"Irrelevant."
Lu Xiaosan's eyes widened instantly, and he looked at Le Chaotian in surprise and disappointment.
"Uncle, how could you do this...uh huh huh..."
Pinecone quickly covered the little boy's mouth.
Chen Yunxi smiled softly, and this smile had a gentle and jade-like meaning, and said: "You are a very interesting young man, do you want to be my disciple?"
Even Le Chaotian looked at Chen Yunxi in surprise.
Although Liuyun Sword Sect has many disciples, among the three swordsmen, the one with the most disciples is actually Cong Ren, not a white-haired swordsman like this that not many people in the world have ever seen.
Song Guo was also a little shocked and released his hand covering Lu Xiaosan's gibbering mouth.
Lu Xiaosan looked at Chen Yunxi in surprise and said, "Senior, aren't you joking?"
Le Chaotian frowned.
Chen Yunxi just smiled lightly and said, "I'm not kidding."
But the little boy sighed, and then said sincerely: "Forget it."
Chen Yunxi looked at the gourd behind Lu Xiaosan, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Why?"
This young man from Lingnan, who was always chirping as if he didn't care about anything and didn't know anything, looked at Chen Yunxi seriously.
"Compared to being a gloomy mouse that needs to hide in the human world, I actually prefer to be a native dog rolling around in the grass basking in the sun."
When the young boy said these words, the entire restaurant's voice seemed to have disappeared.
Song Guo felt that he must have heard wrongly, but the sound of the hot pot soup that disappeared for a short time really came back to his ears, and the night wind in the world also carried the long and leisurely sounds in Qingjiao City.
The Taoist cultivator who came from the Mountains and Rivers Temple, watched the sea from the East China Sea and entered the Thirteen Layers, began to be filled with endless Taoist charms of mountains and seas.
Chen Yunxi glanced at Le Chaotian, who was clearly talking about nothing, but seemed to be ready to fight with him at any time because of the boy's words. He didn't care about anything, but looked back at Lu Xiaosan, looking at the man who was not subtle. The young boy scolded himself.
"you're right."
Chen Yunxi still smiled lightly, picked up a piece of scalded beef with chopsticks, and chewed it calmly.
"Being able to live in the sun is certainly much better than not seeing the sun."
"This is the right choice after careful consideration."
...
In such a hot pot, the sword cultivator with a certain Sword Cliff did nothing. Even if he was Le Chaotian, after the young boy stepped in and said such words, he did not say anything to Chen Yunxi again. What.
The four of them ate hot pot quietly.
Until late at night, everyone left.
Song Guo watched the sword cultivator holding his sword and leaving in the dark of night, his white hair in green clothes falling like winter snow and spring leaves in the night wind of the long street lights.
After watching for a long time, he looked back at Lu Xiaosan who was squatting on the roadside playing with the dog, and said in amazement: "Are you really not afraid of death?"
Lu Xiaosan was holding a few meatballs that had been boiled in the hot pot and packed away. While throwing one to the little local dog, he stuffed a mouthful into his own mouth and said vaguely while eating: "I still have it." He’s just a kid, does he really want to argue with me?”
"..."
Although there is a saying in the spiritual world that you should not deceive the young in the world - even among all the stories, the person who summed up those rules into such a concise sentence for the first time was Chen Yunxi. The complete version of this sentence is called "No" He deceived the young people in the world and never heard from them again. It represents an attitude of the Taoist practice world a thousand years ago. Before the age of twenty-five, as a contemporary young man, he walked freely in the world, and then after the age of twenty-five, he did not bully the young people in the world and hid in the mountains and forests from then on.
But no matter what, it's probably not what a young boy would use.
Le Chaotian didn't say anything, just stood there with a smile.
In fact, Le Chaotian is not afraid of death.
Before the little boy, it was actually this Taoist who spoke first.
This is what is called good people and bad people.
Song Guo looked helplessly at the master, uncle and nephew who were becoming more and more unruly, and suddenly wondered whether following them was the right choice.
Chen Yunxi's figure gradually disappeared on the long street.
Le Chaotian looked at the young boy squatting there playing with the dog, and asked a question seriously.
"If he, Chen Yunxi, were an extremely good person in the world, would you become his disciple?"
Lu Xiaosan said matter-of-factly: "Uncle, do you think I'm a fool? That's Chen Yunxi. You can't defeat someone, so why don't I agree? Then I will fight against others and force you to give me money to eat hot pot every day." .”
"..."
Le Chaotian felt that he had asked too much, sighed melancholy, and walked slowly along the long street.
In the small town of Donghai in June, the natural night breeze is pleasant.
The wind is too cold and I want to eat hot pot, and the water is too cold and I want to die tomorrow are naturally the same lie.
Wanting to eat hot pot is nothing more than an excuse for not wanting to die.
Lu Xiaosan stood up and stuffed all the meatballs into his mouth. The little dog was so angry that he jumped around and bit Lu Xiaosan's trouser leg and refused to let go.
Lu Puppy dragged the little native dog to follow Le Chaotian's pace.
"What did your uncle say to your senior brother when he was at that moon?"
Le Chaotian shook his head calmly and said, "This matter has nothing to do with you."
Lu Xiaosan said oh, then remembered what happened in the meadow in the afternoon, and continued to ask: "So is there a pot as big as that in the East China Sea?"
Le Chaotian looked back at the young boy and said in surprise: "Why don't you ask if there is such a big fish?"
Lu Xiaosan said seriously: "Because you know whether there is such a big fish, you may not necessarily have such a big pot, but if there is such a big pot, there must be such a big fish, otherwise you need such a big pot to cook it." What?"
This makes sense.
Le Chaotian thought about it very seriously, and then said sincerely: "I don't know either. This is a story in the Taoist scriptures of Hangu Temple. You may need to ask a senior in the temple named Zhuang Sheng to know."
Lu Xiaosan sighed with regret.
After all, Mojian Cliff is almost finished, let alone such an ancient Taoist temple that has been missing for thousands of years.
The young boy was walking on the long street in the city, but he also started to have random thoughts.
"If I could turn the entire East China Sea into a big hot pot, Uncle Master, how many years do you think it would take us to finish it?"
The pine cone on the side was suddenly speechless. She thought that she wanted to take a bite of the moon, which was outrageous enough. She didn't expect that someone braver than herself would actually try to eat the East China Sea.
Such a Taoist did not answer, but quietly stopped on the long street in front.
Lu Xiaosan and Song Guo followed Le Chaotian's gaze and looked over, and the young boy's eyes instantly became surprised.
At the corner of the long street, there was a blindfolded swordsman in white standing there quietly holding a scabbard. Above his head was a lantern hanging under the eaves, which was quietly spreading a blood-like red light.
The scabbard was empty, and the sword was nowhere to be found.
Lu Xiaosan suddenly raised his head and looked at the vast night sky of the East China Sea.
In the darkness of the night, a ray of incandescent light came suddenly, and then fell into the hands of such a sword cultivator.
Lu Xiaosan stared blankly at the sword cultivator in white.
Of course he knew the man.
Even though the man's eyes are now covered with a piece of cloth that is not very clean.
That person's name is Zhang Xiaoyu.
When he was in Lingnan, this sword cultivator once came during a winter snow, a winter snow that hid a lot of blood, and had a hot pot meal with them in a small building in the canyon.
He didn't know why such a sword cultivator suddenly became blind and suddenly appeared here.
So Lu Xiaosan raised his head and looked at Le Chaotian, who was standing quietly beside him.
This Taoist's expression was calm, but there were some extremely obscure and complex expressions in his clean and gentle eyes.
The sword cultivator in white who was leaning at the corner of the long street held his sword. There was blood on the sword, just like some inferior red paint. It looked very mottled and ugly.
Perhaps he heard the sound of blood flowing on the sword in the wind, which created the same ugly picture with only lines and no color.
Zhang Xiaoyu lifted the sword very calmly and wiped the blood on the sword in his arms.
"Canglang Sword Sect, Zhu Xia, master swordsman of Sidieya."
The white-clothed swordsman was speaking very seriously, word by word, minding his own business.
"This is the thirteenth Donghai sword cultivator."
Lu Xiaosan looked at the sword cultivator in confusion, not knowing what he was talking about.
It wasn't until Zhang Xiaoyu finished wiping his sword and put it into its sheath that he turned to look at the three people parked in the long street and said that calmly.
"I now....."
The sword cultivator in white seemed to be smiling, and the words he spoke seemed to be exclaiming or chanting.
"I have killed more people than you, Master."
Both Lu Xiaosan and Songguo stood there in a daze, looking at the sword cultivator in white and at the Taoist who stood quietly.
A night wind came and blew their robes.
all the same.
They are all, the mountains and rivers sit together, the wind and me.
Maybe a certain young man can understand this sentence better.
Of course, life is a lonely place, even if you have love, it is the same.
Among the vast mountains and rivers, the only ones sitting with me are the wind blowing past my ears.
Perhaps no one knows what kind of mood such a young Taoist with a gentle tone and clear smile had when he used such a self-professed poem as a Taoist text on his Taoist robe.
Or maybe the sword cultivator in white standing against the wall at the corner of the street would understand better.
So when he uttered those words very calmly.
This Taoist, who had always been gentle and indifferent, as if he was really just a music player, finally turned ugly.
Lu Xiaosan felt that some moss was moving up along Le Chaotian's slightly squirming Adam's apple, crawling over his lips and teeth, and covering his eyes.
It was an extremely angry look.
Then it turned into two cold words and fell on the long street.
"Evil traitor!"
The smile on Zhang Xiaoyu's face also disappeared, and he responded to his master calmly.
"Aren't you?"
