It is unknown whether Bai Fengyu ever said these two words when he saw his three proud disciples.
But it is undeniable that in that story fifty years ago, the Taoist named Le Chaotian did do some not-so-glorious things.
The young swordsman who covered his eyes with a corner of his bloody white clothes stood there calmly, facing his master. After saying the words "aren't you?", the corners of his lips curled up a little. smile.
"Before criticizing others, Master, I think people in the world should often reflect on themselves to see if they are qualified to judge other people's choices and criticize others for their rights and wrongs."
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled ironically, holding his Shanhe Sword.
"After all, from a certain point of view, the disciple is just passing on some of the master's qualities in an intensified manner. I am like this, and so is my senior brother. There are so many Taoist temples in the world, why do people only talk about the Brothers, Friends and Brothers Gongshanhe Temple? Master, this is It’s something you should think about carefully.”
The Taoist who looked young but came out of the story of Confessions of Wind and Rain seemed to stand speechless and said nothing.
Lu Xiaosan didn't dare to look at his face again.
When Zhang Xiaoyu's words from Master rang out on the long street of this small East China Sea town, the young boy naturally knew a lot of things.
The sword cultivator in white seemed to be looking at the silent little sword cultivator beside him.
"Let me tell you a story, Lu Xiaosan."
Of course Zhang Xiaoyu remembers the name of such a young boy, even if now there are only some outlines drawn by the wind.
"Back then, I had an uncle who learned how to change his mind. So the years changed, and a sword came and seriously injured a certain master named Bai Fengyu. However, Qingtian Dao at that time still did not fall into civil strife until Your uncle, my master - of course, he has a name that is better known to the world..."
The sword cultivator in white didn't finish his words when he was interrupted by this young boy.
"you shut up!"
Lu Xiaosan has always been very reckless, and being reckless makes him brave.
Even though this man was still wiping the blood on his sword just now, he said that he had killed another sword cultivator from the East China Sea Sword Sect.
But the little boy still drank him with great anger.
Song Guo subconsciously held Lu Xiaosan's arm, fearing that the young boy would rush forward and be beaten to death on the street.
It's just that Lu Xiaosan probably wouldn't be stupid enough to fight such a sword cultivator. He just stood there, looking angrily but restrained at the white-clothed swordsman who once walked through Lingnan in the wind and snow and then deceived everyone. build.
"I have eyes, Zhang Xiaoyu. I'm just young, not a fool. Don't talk nonsense here!"
Zhang Xiaoyu laughed softly and said, "What you saw must be right? You also called me uncle Lu, Lu Xiaosan."
Lu Xiaosan fell silent.
The young boy was not speechless.
There were just too many things and he didn't know what to say.
So after a long silence, this little Lingnan sword cultivator finally asked a question.
"Do you like hot pot?"
Zhang Xiaoyu quietly looked at the three people who still had the lingering smell of hot pot on their bodies. In the eyes of people without eyes, the impression brought by the sound of wind instead of color, such a smell is even more intense. .
"generally."
For such a swordsman in white, the sugar-oiled cakes outside the Sword Sect's gate and the iron-plate tofu in some streets are probably even more fascinating.
Lu Xiaosan seemed to have finally found a reason to fight back. He took a step forward and said with great pride: "How can a person who likes hot pot be a bad person?"
Zhang Xiaoyu probably never thought that the young boy would have such thoughts. He raised his eyebrows and said, "The senior sword cultivator named Chen Yunxi just now was also eating hot pot."
"But he didn't like it. He sat too upright and ate meticulously, but he couldn't even control the time to scald the beef."
Lu Xiaosan said very seriously.
"That piece of beef he ate is older than the sole of my shoe."
Zhang Xiaoyu smiled softly and said, "What if I also like to eat hot pot?"
Lu Xiaosan sneered and said, "But do you really like to eat it?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "I really don't like it very much, because this kind of thing is time-consuming and labor-intensive. Maybe you are right. A person who is willing to waste time on such trivial things is probably really full of life." With love."
Lu Xiaosan's eyes lit up. He did not expect that Zhang Xiaoyu would say something that he found difficult to express.
But what the sword cultivator in white said next also made him fall silent.
"Of course love is a compliment, but things done for love are not. Loyalty is also a compliment, but neither are things done for loyalty. There is a goddess in the south of the world. Do you think she doesn't love the world? Of course not, But she wants the world to live in a prison of gods and ghosts. I, Zhang Xiaoyu, may not have things I love, but can you say that everything I do is right? "
Of course not.
Of course Lu Xiaosan said he couldn't win against these people.
Maybe it's like what the people named Wang Xiaoer and Qing Xiang said in front of the noodle shop in a small town.
People who do bad things often speak logically and logically.
Nothing short of generosity is enough to make a statement.
But so what?
The prime minister finally became a traitor to Huai'an.
Zhang Xiaoyu is lighting the fire in the world.
Le Chaotian, who had been silently looking at the sword cultivator in white, finally spoke.
"So what do you want to say?"
This Taoist's expression has calmed down, just like he used to do when he was looking at the mountains, water, and playing the piano.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at his master quietly, and then said calmly: "I thought you would be proud of me."
"This is impossible and unrealistic, Zhang Xiaoyu." Le Chaotian said lightly, "Even if our deeds are similar, after all, what we do is never the same thing."
"Killing for the so-called love is more noble than killing for my own despicability. For the person who is killed, is the former more noble?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said sarcastically.
Le Chaotian stood calmly with his hands down in the long night street of Donghai Town.
"But at least I know my heart and am still a saint."
Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't help but smile and said: "Yes, yes, the people killed by the Great Sage Li Shanhe, the Little Sage Chen Qingshan and the He Sect over the years turned out to be heinous people."
Le Chaotian just turned around calmly, leading Lu Xiaosan and Song Guo in the opposite direction.
"You have become a sword blinded by anger, Zhang Xiaoyu."
The sword cultivator in white, who had been standing there calmly and sarcastically as if he didn't care, suddenly became angry the moment the Taoist turned around and left.
"Since I am the most evil person in the world! Why don't you take action? You have already entered the Thirteenth Layer by the East China Sea, why don't you take action?"
Le Chaotian said without looking back: "Chen Yunxi is in Qingjiao City, why should I do it multiple times? What's more..."
The Taoist paused for a moment, then said with great calmness and indifference: "In the past ten years, I have lost all my deep gratitude to you, Master and Friend of Death and Life - you are no longer my disciple, Zhang Xiaoyu."
This is a song that the Taoist sang while playing the piano after hearing the story of a certain sword cultivator in the East China Sea in the small building.
It's like a prophecy.
It seems that such a Taoist can always vaguely see some of the stories behind the storm.
From the long street of the human world, there was a loud sound of swords.
The sword light that came from the scabbard fell directly towards the young boy carrying the gourd.
Le Chaotian seemed not to have heard of it, so he let the sword come suddenly.
But at the next moment, the man in white clothes holding the scabbard lowered his head and quietly looked at the Taoist robe under his white clothes. Daowen broke away from there, turned into a barrier, and chased away. It suddenly intersects with that sword light.
The sword intent and the Taoist rhyme dispersed together, like a sparsely falling starlight fireworks.
The sword fell down on the long street with a clang.
But those Taoist texts did not return to the Taoist robes of the sword cultivator in white.
Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head and watched the empty corners of Daowen's Taoist robe being peeled off by a Taoist priest as outlined by the wind. He seemed to be depressed and silent for a long time, and then laughed softly, rather tremblingly.
"So you're serious."
...
Without saying anything more, the white-clothed sword cultivator picked up his sword, looked at the direction in which a certain Taoist left for a long time, and then calmly walked in the direction in which the other sword cultivator left.
Zhang Xiaoyu was in an alley in Qingjiao City when he saw the white-haired swordsman in blue who was walking with a sword and sword marks all over his body.
This fifteen-fold sword, which can be called the highest-level person in the world today, is resting there facing the bright moon.
Zhang Xiaoyu quietly looked at the most mysterious sword among the three swords for a long time, and then said softly: "That figure in the forest that day, was that senior?"
Chen Yunxi turned around with great difficulty. Such an action should have been extremely simple, but for Chen Yunxi now, it was extremely painful. Some of the sword intent in the sword in his hand was stimulated and escaped. Let him feel like he is in the world, like he is facing an abyss, and like he is walking on thin ice.
"Yes."
Chen Yunxi said very calmly.
In the small town of Xuanxue, the sword cultivator in white received a sword from Xie Chunxue. As he fled away, the sound of wind once outlined a figure.
The figure seemed to be saying pitifully, "Can you really go on?"
So Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand that was rustling slightly in the wind, and said softly: "What can't I walk on?"
Chen Yunxi stood there calmly, looking up at the bright moon that seemed to be shining with many subtle sword lights, and said lightly: "If I tell you, what we have done is indeed wrong for the human world. Woolen cloth?"
The sword cultivator in white looked at the sword cultivator in front of him who was looking up at the moon, and he also raised his head - but Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't see the moonlight on earth.
Such a bright moon is too far away from the human world, and the sound of wind cannot describe such a thing.
So he could only imagine that the clear light of the cold moon was shining lightly on the world.
"Then why did Senior move forward even though he knew it was wrong?"
Chen Yunxi said calmly: "Because we are afraid of many things. Li Shanhe is the anger in love, and we are the fear in fear, so we have to be more decisive and ruthless in many things."
Zhang Xiaoyu stood there in silence for a long time.
From a certain perspective, what Le Chaotian said certainly makes sense.
Although He Zong and Nineteen Chapters are both killing people, there are of course differences between them in nature.
But for the world, it is of course not important whether he is a saint who asks his mind.
It's life and death.
The sword cultivator in white stood quietly in the alley for a long time, and then said slowly: "So, what kind of truth is behind this?"
Chen Yunxi said calmly: "I thought you knew the hypothesis of the floating shadow in the world that your master proposed back then."
Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "I don't know, maybe senior brother knows."
Such a disciple of Guanzong is the first person to break away from Shanhe Guan.
Chen Yunxi didn't say anything. Perhaps he had rested enough. The sword cultivator held the sword again and walked forward step by step.
Zhang Xiaoyu followed silently.
The two of them kept heading towards such a small town in the East China Sea.
Until we stopped somewhere on the bank of a plain stream.
The white-haired swordsman slowly stopped, holding the sword and standing there quietly, looking down at the bright moon in the stream, and his own reflection that was curling like smoke and clouds.
Zhang Xiaoyu still stood there silently, just like Chen Yunxi, quietly looking at himself in the stream.
This scene, for some reason, suddenly reminded him of a story in the first snow on the Jian Cliff side.
His own country was shattered by Chen Qingshan's.
So he fell down and landed in the snowy creek on the cliff.
At that time, Chen Qingshan just calmly took a handful of blood that fell from his heart, and then turned his palm over and dropped the blood into the clear stream.
When Zhang Xiaoyu came back to his senses, he happened to hear the sound of a drop of liquid like water.
That was a drop of blood dripping on the white hair of the sword cultivator next to him. As Chen Yunxi, who has inherited the sword intention of such a sword, his body is naturally full of blood. Those swords that roam around his body Scars always bring new scars to the body of such a sword cultivator, so blood seeps out, covering his green clothes and white hair.
Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes withdrew from Chen Yunxi, and then fell on the stream surface that was being broken by the dripping blood.
The bright moon shattered the river, and so did the human figures.
But Zhang Xiaoyu actually couldn't see such a scene.
Just the experience from past life does not prevent him from imagining many things.
People who are blind from birth are naturally different from people who are blind from childhood.
Although Zhang Xiaoyu can no longer see colors, those colors are actually always in his mind.
Unless it takes a long time to forget that color bit by bit.
Chen Yunxi's voice sounded very calmly from the side.
"So you understand?"
Zhang Xiaoyu held the Mountain and River Sword in his arms, stood quietly by the stream, and said softly: "Maybe I understand."
Chen Yunxi said nothing more, turned around calmly, and continued towards Jianya.
Zhang Xiaoyu quietly looked at the back of the white-haired sword cultivator. Among the lines outlined by the wind, there were flying white hair, tangled green clothes, splashing blood and overflowing sword intent.
"Senior, since you have a sword in your hand, why don't you do it more simply and neatly?"
Chen Yunxi stopped, stood calmly under the vast night sky, and said calmly: "We are not going to destroy the world, Zhang Xiaoyu."
The white-haired swordsman looked down at such a sword.
"When the sword is unsheathed, there is no room for maneuver in the world."
As if the sword cultivator suddenly remembered something, he turned to look at the sword cultivator in white and said, "After some stories are over, do me a favor."
Zhang Xiaoyu frowned and said, "What are you busy with?"
Chen Yunxi said calmly: "Kill your junior brother."
Zhang Xiaoyu stood there blankly. After a long silence, he didn't ask any more questions and just said softly: "Okay."
Chen Yunxi held up his sword and left.
The sword cultivator in white stood by the stream in silence for a long time.
Of course Zhang Xiaoyu has many junior brothers. Many sword cultivators in the south once called him senior brother.
Even when he was in Lingnan, the Taoist named Le Chaotian called him senior brother.
But Zhang Xiaoyu knows very well that when the word "junior disciple" is used without any prefix or explanation, there will naturally be only one person.
That is the boy named Nan Dao who hides under the umbrella all day long.
The moonlight in June is cold and cold, making the world look like a land of frost and snow.
The sword cultivator in white clothes standing there quietly looked like a plum blossom in the snow - on the white clothes, there was a lot of blood that could not be washed away, outlining the branches and plum blossoms.
It’s just a question of whether it’s plum blossoms in blood or snow on eyebrows.
Probably no one knows.
For some reason, Zhang Xiaoyu always felt as if he could faintly hear some distant voices playing the piano and singing.
yes.
In the past ten years, my deep gratitude has been exhausted, and I have become a teacher and friend. Asking life, is it desolate at this point?
He didn't know where these sounds came from, so he looked around confused.
It took a long time before Zhang Xiaoyu finally remembered.
It's in a long-lasting story.
In a view of a green mountain.
There was a Taoist who was percussing some instruments like that, sitting in the moonlight and singing softly.
"I have been wandering for a long time..."
The Taoist at that time may indeed be singing about himself.
only.
Zhang Xiaoyu did not continue thinking, but just let go of the sword in his arms.
The scabbard fell vertically and was inserted into the soft soil beside the stream. Then countless sword intentions circulated, and the cold light suddenly came out of the sheath, shooting into the sky like a clear moonlit stream.
The voice of Donghai Swordsman came from the night sky with great anger.
"Zhang Xiaoyu, don't bully others too much!"
Zhang Xiaoyu calmly raised his head and looked at the trajectory of the many sword lights and sword intentions outlined in the wind.
The Shanhe Sword shot into it with extremely powerful sword intent.
Those Donghai sword cultivators may not have thought that the young man who had just entered the Great Dao was already much higher and stronger than many of their Donghai sword cultivators.
After all, if you are not talented, how can you master both the art of mountain and river observation and the art of swordsmanship so well before the age of twenty-five?
"I didn't go too far."
Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly, raised his hand to make a seal in front of him, under his white clothes, the rhyme of the Tao was like the sea, and the meaning of the sword was like the clouds.
"Just don't bully the young people in the world."
The same sentence naturally has many different interpretations.
