The prime minister probably never thought that he would see Chen Huaifeng, who was wearing a wind and rain sword spirit in the broken green mountains where Cong Ren died.
It's just that Chen Huaifeng, who once made Qing Xiang find him extremely charming, is probably no longer charming now.
The sword cultivator was sitting at the foot of the green mountain, with only a scabbard left on the sword in his lap, but the sword was nowhere to be found.
Perhaps it was in the human world where the sword light passed by.
In fact, in the extremely damaged Qingshan world in the East China Sea, there are also many sword intentions flowing across it - from the original battle between Cong Ren and Shenhe, and also from the afterthoughts of such a sword cultivator in white.
If the human world is like the blue sky, then this land of broken green mountains is like a big lake.
When light passes through a large lake, it will bend.
The sword is full of meaning.
The same goes for swords.
When the Prime Minister saw the long-lasting sword intent and Chen Huaifeng sitting under the green mountain, he instantly understood why Chen Huaifeng would stay here for a long time.
After all, this is a scholar.
There is no reason why the Prime Minister should not know what the gentlemen of the School of Mathematics and Physics know.
It's nothing more than hiding with the sword intent in this green mountain.
Chen Huaifeng had some old sword wounds on his body, some on his shoulders, some on his heart, and some, but they were wiped away by the face of such a sword cultivator.
A sword travels thousands of miles, and for a sword cultivator, it is natural to be able to determine its starting point and landing point.
There is no doubt that the sword wounds of this swordsman came from one of his junior brothers.
So Chen Huaifeng hid in this green mountain.
As long as the trajectory is changed, it will naturally be difficult for the sword cultivator in white to determine Chen Huaifeng's specific location.
If a sword loses its accuracy, no matter how fast it is, it will naturally be fake.
Mu Yaofeng, a Taoist from Queyimen, stood beside Qing Xiang with a sigh.
"It turns out those two people really smashed Donghai to pieces."
The prime minister withdrew his gaze from the sword cultivator sitting quietly at the foot of the mountain with his eyes closed, and looked at the broken world. Everywhere was the trace left by the unstoppable sword intent of the world. Occasionally, some with hope could still be seen. , the sword cultivators who tried to pick up the square-inch sword from Mojian Cliff.
"Didn't Guanli watch it at that time?"
Mu Yaofeng said softly: "The missing door is in the depths of the East China Sea, so it is naturally difficult to see it. What's more, how can we see the battle between the three swords in the world?"
A Taoist from Shanhe Temple came to see it, and was almost cut into pieces by Cong Ren with his sword.
Of course there are some things that you can’t just look at if you want to.
"But it's also something I can't understand."
The white-clothed scholar quietly watched the flow of sword intent. He might still encounter some residual sword intent at any time and cut the demon body's sword intent.
"Even if I don't believe in Kamigawa, I still won't believe that this bastard Cong Ren is someone who doesn't care about life and death in the world."
Although Qing Xiang and Shen He are both great demons of Huangliang, their relationship is very shallow. However, this scholar and Cong Ren have been friends for thousands of years.
Mu Yaofeng did not speak, but stood there quietly, watching the paths of the overflowing sword intent in such a broken human world, as if trying to discern something among them.
After all, this is a long-standing story, a story of time, not something that a young person like him can understand.
Qing Xiang looked at it quietly for a long time, and then took steps towards the green hill where the sword cultivator died.
The sword cultivator who had been sitting quietly under the green mountain with his eyes closed finally opened his eyes.
Chen Huaifeng was naturally surprised when he saw the scholar coming towards this place with his sword intent. He stood up holding the scabbard, looked at the minister who was getting closer and closer, frowned and said, "Why is the dean here?"
The Prime Minister looked at Chen Huaifeng's robes filled with elements with emotion, from the Human Sword Sect to the Qingtian Dao to the Liuyun Sword Sect.
This sword cultivator has almost stepped on all the thunder in the world.
The rest was stepped on by his junior brother.
"Cong Ren has been your master for twenty years, and I have been his friend for a thousand years. Can't I come?"
Chen Huaifeng fell silent after listening to the Prime Minister's words.
This is true after all.
The prime minister didn't say much to the sword cultivator. After all, their current stories didn't have much overlap. The scholar from Xuanxuyuan just walked calmly with the missing Taoist along the green mountain that was cut open, heading towards the top of the green mountain.
Chen Huaifeng looked at the Prime Minister's back for a long time and said softly: "I heard that Xuanxuyuan is really going to fight to the death with His Majesty?"
The prime minister paused slightly, and then said calmly: "Yes."
"Why?"
This sword cultivator didn't seem to understand the Prime Minister's choice.
Naturally, this swordsman who didn't know where he was drinking tea in the garden had never known the story of Qing Xiang and Cong Ren by the bridge.
The big demon in white looked back at the sword cultivator at the foot of Qingshan Mountain, and said with a slight smile: "The sword sect will get it, and my academy will get it as well."
This is actually a very rogue statement.
If someone else dies after birth, do you have to die too?
Chen Huaifeng said nothing more, just stood up and followed the Prime Minister towards the green mountain.
Prime Minister Qing raised his eyebrows and looked at Chen Huaifeng.
"You don't care about your sword?"
Chen Huaifeng said very seriously: "Swords come and go, it will take some time after all, just in time to see what the dean wants to do here."
The Prime Minister said melancholy: "Chen Huaifeng, Chen Huaifeng, you are really not charming at all now. Do you think I have any hidden intentions towards that bastard?"
Chen Huaifeng walked quietly towards the green mountain and stood in front of the two of them.
"The dean can understand that Huaifeng is observing his filial piety for his master. It would be disrespectful to see him but not hear him."
The prime minister sighed and said, "It's up to you."
Chen Huaifeng looked at the Taoist aside and bowed. Taoist Jiudien, looking at the entire cultivation world, are all people with extremely high realms.
"This should be a senior who is missing a skill?"
Mu Yaofeng responded politely.
"Without a door, the wood shakes the wind."
Chen Huaifeng didn't say much, he just said calmly: "Please."
The word "please" certainly does not mean "please take action".
I just want to come up the mountain.
It would be disrespectful to come uninvited.
...
Prime Minister Qing stood quietly where Cong Ren stood with his sword, squinting his eyes and looking across the green mountains to a distant place where the sword marks were extremely clear.
It was on such a green mountain that a certain human emperor grasped the square inch of the sword and displayed the unique skill of sharpening the sword cliff.
The idea of hanging by a thread and determined by a single thought still exists today.
Standing on the top of such a green mountain, this Taoist major cultivator who is only under the Three Views can still feel the oppression brought by that sword from the many deeds and meanings that remain in the world. .
The sword stopped in front of Qingshan, or in other words, in front of the place where Cong Ren was standing.
The human line that Kamigawa cast was naturally impossible to be stopped by Cong Ren.
Therefore, probably that night, a wine gourd appeared in this human world.
As a result, all the power of the sword was intercepted and never truly reached this human world.
As for Mu Yaofeng, who came from Queyimen, he stood beside Qing Xiang in great shock.
Some things are naturally experienced differently when seen with one's own eyes and heard through hearsay.
Even though he knew that his own temple master was seriously injured because of the dispute between the two sword cultivators and had to return to the temple to cultivate.
But when he really saw the traces of sword intent here, he still fell deeply into that kind of panic.
After a long time, Mu Yaofeng sighed happily.
"Probably the world doesn't know that in March this year, they were really hanging on a thread and making a decision."
The prime minister said softly: "You have to know that in the south at that time, it was the goddess who led the power of the Styx to the other side of the great swamp. Mojianya's secret knowledge was a line in the human world, and it was never supposed to exist in the human world. Sword style."
Chen Huaifeng stood silently not far away - this position was where a sword cultivator named Zhang Xiaoyu once stood.
Of course, this sword cultivator may have stood on the top of such a green mountain many times later, looking at those sword marks and meditating.
There are many traces left in this world, not only the sword intention, but also the power of witches and ghosts, and the charm of Taoism.
But all those things seemed to be paving the way for the appearance of a blindfolded sword cultivator in white.
just like.
It's like it's fate.
That's where Chen Huaifeng and the Prime Minister were standing.
It was where Zhang Xiaoyu and Cong Ren were standing.
People stand in the footsteps of the past and think about many things with great sincerity.
However, it seems that until everything comes to light, no one can gain anything from their fate.
Just as the prime minister sighed in vain.
"Cong Ren, Cong Ren, you are indeed a bastard."
A man who was famous for his Karma Sword, who was proficient in the Nine-Character Mantra, the Way of Witches and Ghosts, and Buddhism's knowledge of destiny, did not say anything, took his sword and left the south in style, and died in the East China Sea without saying a word.
Of course you can say he is a complete bastard.
The prime minister turned around, looked at the sword cultivator who had been staying in this green mountain for a long time, and asked with great sincerity: "What exactly does your master want to do?"
Chen Huaifeng was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "The dean doesn't even know, how can I know?"
The prime minister sighed, turned around and walked down the mountain.
"It seems that the only way to ask Kamigawa is to ask such a question."
Mu Yaofeng and Chen Huaifeng stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the figure walking quietly towards the south.
Shenhe has returned to Huaidu, and the brief storm in Huaidu has calmed down quietly, and even the sword cultivators from the Human Sword Sect have disappeared.
Naturally everyone knows the next story.
Those rebels and people from Xuanxuyuan who defended the south will face liquidation from the north.
Of course, the prime minister cannot wander around the world for a long time.
Coming to take a look at the place where Cong Ren died is probably the last stop on this journey.
As the dean of Xuanxuyuan, this scholar will eventually return to the south to prepare for his own story.
After walking a long way, the Prime Minister stopped and looked back at Chen Huaifeng. He thought for a long time and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he just sighed and said nothing, and turned back without turning his head. Return to the land and leave this green mountain.
The Taoist named Mu Yaofeng, who came from Queyimen, also said goodbye to Chen Huaifeng and left, but in a slightly different direction.
The wood shakes the wind and goes north, perhaps its destination is Qingtian Road.
Chen Huaifeng stood on that hilltop for a long time, and then the sword light finally came back and hovered in front of Chen Huaifeng.
The sword was clean and bloodless.
But at the edge of the sword, there was an extremely sharp gap.
Chen Huaifeng looked at the sword in front of him quietly.
There is naturally a gap between senior brother and senior brother.
This swordsman who once drank wolfberry tea all day long may have to admit it.
It has become increasingly difficult for him to keep up with the pace of such a white-clothed sword cultivator.
But, this is something that shouldn't be done.
Zhang Xiaoyu has almost six stacks.
Even if there really is a kind of fish called Zhang Xiaoyu in the world, how can it be so fast in such a short period of time from entering the Great Dao to crossing over to the Six Layers Realm?
Of course, Chen Huaifeng also had many things that he didn't say to the Qing in Bai.
The sword cultivator who was pregnant with the wind and rain put away the sword in his hand, walked to the top of the green mountain, sat down slowly, and inserted the sword into the soil beside him, just like the tomb mountain under the Tonggui Monument. The top of the general.
"The answer to fate actually lies with Zhang Xiaoyu."
The tall swordsman looked at the green mountains and the world quietly and whispered.
"Am I right, Master?"
Chen Huaifeng is not convinced of such a speculation.
After all, such a swordsman doesn't even know what his fate is.
After a brief breath adjustment, the sword next to such a sword cultivator once again dragged the sword light through the broken green mountains and the human world, disappearing without a trace.
...
That's fate, that's where I stand.
A certain swordsman in white clothes once said this sincerely and sadly in the dusk of March.
It is also where everyone stands.
Not just teenagers.
...
Just as the Seventh Realm disciple named Jiang Hehai said back then, if Hu Lu leaves the Human Sword Sect, then he will also leave.
So when a young man devoutly walked towards the mountain road to the west, knocking on the ground step by step.
Jiang Hehai was also packing things in the Human Sword Sect.
Cong Xin hugged the doll and leaned against the door, quietly watching the Sword Sect disciple tidying up the room.
"Where will you go after leaving the Human Sword Sect?"
Cong Xin asked.
Jiang Hehai paused for a moment, then continued folding the quilt on the bed seriously.
"have no idea."
"I don't know why you want to leave?"
Cong Xin asked very calmly, as if she really didn't care about the departure of such a disciple of the Sword Sect.
Jiang Hehai just said softly.
"Because Jianzong is in space. It doesn't look like the human world at all. The same goes for Nanyi City."
It seems that the world should be lively and lively, you are playing cards, I am chatting, and he is hurrying through the alley to find the girl he loves.
Instead of like now, walking in the alley all afternoon, you can only hear your own footsteps.
Cong Xin was silent for a long time, hugging the doll tightly in her arms, and then said softly: "If the Sword Sect in the world becomes lively again in the future, and Nanyi City becomes prosperous again, will you come back?"
Jiang Hehai remained silent for a long time. He folded the quilt and picked it up, then stood on tiptoe and put it on the upper shelf of the cupboard nearby. This young swordsman who had not left many words in the story of the world walked to the window. , where I looked at the lush but lonely tree pavilions in the Jianzong Garden in June.
"Will the senior brothers come back?"
Jiang Hehai seemed to be asking Cong Xin a question, or just mumbling to himself.
"Will Master come back?"
Will I come back when I was a teenager and didn't have too many worries?
Some may come back.
And some won't.
The best of four seasons may not be March, and it’s not just teenagers who will never come back.
"They will come back."
Cong Xin said very seriously.
Jiang Hehai turned back, smiled, and said, "They are all back, and the world is bustling again. Cong Xin, this can't be true. This is Hu Lu's dream."
Don't say that everything will turn around in vain.
It’s all a dream until I turn around.
"Even if they all really come back, they will leave one day. This has always been the case for the Human Sword Sect. We just advanced this process. Cong Xin, never to come back, is the longest story of the Human Sword Sect. We It's the water that drips into the water, the wind that blows into the wind. It falls into the snow..."
Jiang Hehai paused for a moment and said softly: "Plum blossoms."
This Sword Sect disciple stood in the wind by the window, smiling softly.
"But you are a peach blossom, and you will bloom here forever. Only those who have left will remember where they came from."
Cong Xin said nothing more, and walked out of the small building with the rag doll in her arms. She walked quietly out of Sanchi, riding on the June wind that followed some leaves that were not withered and yellow, falling to the ground.
But I didn't go back to the tree house in Yichi, nor did I go to the Peach Blossom Stream Bridge.
This Peach Blossom Demon, who actually outlived all the Sword Sect disciples, quietly walked to the door of the Human Sword Sect, opened the door and sat on the stone steps repaired by Zhang Xiaoyu.
It wasn't until dusk that the last Seventh Realm sword cultivator who stayed in the Sword Sect came out carrying a simple bag.
Jiang Hehai stood next to Cong Xin, quietly looking at the river of water in front of him.
Perhaps the deceased is like a man who never gives up day and night.
Jiang Hehai may have had a lot of emotions in his heart, but he didn't say anything, but his eyes gradually fell on the weeping willows by the river, the lonely long street, and the green eaves that always made people feel a bit broken.
For half the day, the glow overflowed, and a cloud of smoke hung low.
If it were not the story of the world.
This should be just an ordinary evening.
All evenings in the world will only be ordinary evenings.
Everyone in the world has their own thoughts, so everything is in my color.
Then everything becomes my color.
The beauty of heaven and earth was desecrated by my emotions.
Jiang Hehai thought quietly, then turned back and silently glanced at Cong Xin who was sitting there.
"I am leaving."
Cong Xin just held the rag doll in her hand and nodded.
So Jiang Hehai took his sword and packed his bags and left.
Maybe when we meet again, we won’t know which river or sea in the world we are in.
