Zhuang Baiyi probably never thought that he would actually fall in love with Chen He's Tianyan car, which looked shabby and made a lot of noise when driving.
This made this five-hundred-year-old demon feel very ashamed.
After all, he is an out-and-out swordsman with a high level. Being addicted to such a tool is like giving up his own black sword and grabbing a child's wooden sword to have fun.
But although he didn't want to admit it in his heart, this sword cultivator was indeed very honest. He was wearing a black robe, sitting in Tianyan's car, and driving with a cold face.
A man is a boy until he dies.
A five-hundred-year-old boy is also a boy.
It wasn't until Chen He looked at him with a strange expression for a long time that the swordsman coughed, stopped the car, and said lightly: "It's not bad, it's a good thing."
Chen He did not expose him, but said with a smile: "If you like, hang out for a while. Anyway, according to what you said, this place is still far away from the mountain gate."
After all, it is a distance that needs to be traversed by the sword light that ignites the divine sea. Naturally, it cannot be reached in a short time.
Zhuang Baiyi seemed a little moved, but in the end he coldly rejected his inner thoughts. He held the dark sword and sat on another wheelchair. He tilted his head back slightly and squinted at the wind in the world. Xue said calmly: "After five hundred years in this world, my heart has become as cold as a sword. If you think you can impress me with this kind of flattery..."
Zhuang Baiyi had some intention of getting up.
Chen He said sincerely: "It seems that you are indeed a qualified swordsman, so I'd better do it myself."
Zhuang Baiyi, who had originally planned to say that you succeeded, was about to stand up and sit back with a somewhat embarrassed look on his face, but sat back calmly.
The snowy wind under the Luming Mountain was blowing harshly at the two people on the Tianyan car.
The hood of Zhuang Baiyi's black robe was blown open by the wind. He looked indeed sharp and young, but in addition to the aggrieved eyebrows made by a certain white-clothed monk, there was also some self-sentimental embarrassment. meaning.
Fortunately, Chen He was probably really driving the Tianyan car very seriously, and he didn't pay attention to the expression on the face of this sword cultivator from the Human Sword Sect.
This is probably one of the wonders of the world, a tattered car made of wheelchairs, clanking and clanking on such an ancient temple road that seems to never end.
A long journey is always a bit boring, not to mention that the scenery on all sides is always similar, just endless wind and snow.
"Why are you going to Ami Temple?"
Chen He turned to look at Zhuang Baiyi, who was sitting there holding a sword.
Although hearing such a name, I always feel that such a swordsman should be wearing white clothes.
Just after I read the name a few times, I felt like there was nothing wrong with wearing black clothes.
After all, he is pretending to be white.
Zhuang Baiyi's mood calmed down at this time, and he quietly looked at the deer croaking in the wind and snow.
"Because Amiji Temple is right there."
The sword cultivator lowered his head and glanced at his pitch-black sword, whose name had already been rubbed off.
"If you don't go and take a look, you'll feel a little uneasy."
Chen He seemed a little incomprehensible and asked seriously: "Why are you upset?"
Zhuang Baiyi said calmly: "Because a place like that was also very high back then."
Ami Temple is probably the place with the least presence among the four major spiritual places in the world.
Living in the midst of the roaring wind and snow, I am isolated from the world all day long.
Even though it was originally rumored that such a place had disappeared from the world, it was a bit of an afterthought.
Unlike Hangu Temple and Mojian Cliff, when they really disappear, the world will always realize it immediately.
Zhuang Baiyi's voice sounded a little ethereal and ruthless in the whistling snow wind.
"If we really suppress the Dao Sect and the Sword Sect, a place like this will pop up in the world again. This is something we don't want to see."
Chen He said melancholy: "You seem to be very scared."
Zhuang Baiyi was silent for a while and said lightly: "That's true."
Chen He turned his head and glanced at Zhuang Baiyi, but he didn't know what he thought of. He suddenly stopped the Tianyan car, then jumped out of the car, looked at Zhuang Baiyi and said, "You can drive."
Zhuang Baiyi looked at Chen He suspiciously while holding his sword.
"What's the meaning?"
Chen He said seriously: "I suddenly want to write something."
The black-robed swordsman looked at Chen He carefully for a long time to make sure that he had not seen through his mind, and then said with some pretense of reluctance: "Okay."
Chen He sat on the wheelchair next to him, and then fumbled for paper and pen. He thought thoughtfully for a long time, and then started to write.
Zhuang Baiyi really didn't pay attention to what Chen He was writing at first. He was just thinking silently, should he get a car like this to drive?
After all, this thing doesn't seem to be difficult to make. If you do it yourself, it will definitely look much better.
The human sword cultivator pondered for a long time, then noticed Chen He beside him, glanced over from the corner of his eye, and was stunned.
...
The sword is black and the clothes are black, but such a swordsman is called Zhuang Baiyi.
When Cong Ren accepted such a disciple many years ago, he probably never thought that his disciple would re-walk the same path he had walked in the past five hundred years.
The swordsman in black robes is holding such a black...
...
Chen He suddenly raised his head, startling Zhuang Baiyi.
"What's the name of your sword?"
Zhuang Baiyi turned his head and said calmly: "Ruyuan."
Chen He groaned, then lowered his head and continued writing.
...
That sword is called Ruyuan.
This is also a sword name that is not harmonious with a name like Bai Yi.
The young man named Chen Caomu who he met on the snowy road and almost froze to death, always felt as if he was looking into an abyss that could not be peered into when he looked at such a person and such a sword.
The two of them were climbing a snowy mountain, and their ears hurt. It was also painful when they stepped into the snow and made a painful crunching sound, and the snow water that soaked their shoes and socks condensed on their feet.
Chen Caomu may not understand why such a sword cultivator suddenly wants to climb the mountain of Lu Ming.
So he asked very seriously.
——Why do seniors climb mountains?
Zhuang Baiyi did not answer such a question until the two of them stepped on the snow and walked little by little to the high mountain. The sword cultivator stood on the top of the mountain overlooking the wind and snow in the world.
——Because the mountain is there.
Chen Caomu continued to ask.
——You look a little scared.
Zhuang Baiyi said.
——Indeed.
——The mountain may collapse, and the town below the mountain will be destroyed in such a landslide.
This sword was standing on the top of the mountain, so he drew the sword.
——So I want to cut down the mountain first.
...
Zhuang Baiyi fell silent and turned back quietly, not looking at Chen He who had so many things written on him.
Maybe he has seen through his own mind.
Just like in the first questions, you seem to be afraid of the same thing.
Zhuang Baiyi didn't know whether this was ironic or not.
The swordsman squinted his eyes and looked at the snowy mountains that seemed to be getting closer and closer.
Of course we are afraid.
Zhuang Baiyi thought very sincerely.
...
The sword cultivator in black clothes stood silently in a mountain pass somewhere outside the pass, holding a sword.
Continuing to walk outside, there is a vast desert with no idea how far away it is.
Hangu Temple is located in the desert.
But it doesn't seem like it's in the desert.
According to various stories circulating in the human world, it is not difficult for the world to guess that such a Taoist temple may not actually be in the human world.
I heard that you have to go through the desert. If a Taoist temple like that is willing to see you, many green mountains and green waters will appear in the desert.
Passing through the mountain paths shaded by ancient trees and walking through some extremely rugged cliffs, you can see a Taoist temple hidden deep outside the human world.
But the truth of the ancient stories has long been difficult to distinguish, and sometimes people no longer believe that there really was such a Taoist temple in the world that brought the Tao to the world.
Just like in the story of two thousand years ago, the world once thought that the witchcraft, ghosts and gods religion was just an excuse used by Huang Liang to cover up his weakness.
Perhaps thousands of years from now, people will look at such a high cliff covered with weeds and wonder, how could there be such a place in the world?
The sword cultivator in black looked at it in silence for a long time, but then he started to cough, coughing up a lot of bright red blood, spreading out a large area of strong color in the grass that was not lush.
For Cheng Lu, of course, it was more than just not being able to go up the mountain.
In fact, the story of such a mountain came back and overwhelmed the sword cultivator who was running away in embarrassment.
Since the story of Liuyun Sword Sect was exposed by Shanhe Guan, it seems that such a sword sect no longer hides many things.
Among the sword cultivators who came to intercept Cheng Lu, there were many sword cultivators from the Dao Cliff Master Realm.
Fortunately too.
Cheng Lu is indeed worthy of the title of Three Contemporary Swordsmen.
Taking the broken sword with him, he managed to escape from Yeyuya's pursuit and fled all the way to the outside of the pass.
Cheng Lu coughed for a long time before she finally calmed down the mixed sword intent in her body. She then raised her hand to calmly wipe the blood from the corner of her lips, and walked away step by step with the sword in hand.
There is a stream in the distance, and a very simple Taoist temple stands quietly by the stream.
Xiyun Temple.
This Taoist temple, which was once not very famous, is now well known all over the world.
After all, the Taoist in the temple is called Li Shi.
Such a Taoist may be in Huaidu now, perhaps in Qingtian Dao, or perhaps in Guanli.
Cheng Lu didn't know, but there were some people from the Liuyun Sword Sect in the current pass, which forced him to come out of the pass.
That's a long way to go.
But for sword cultivators, there probably won't be a long distance in the human world.
But Cheng Lu was still gone for a long time.
I coughed up blood three times and rested four times while leaning on my sword before finally reaching a white plum tree that had withered to only some dry branches and leaves.
Cheng Lu sat down under the tree.
But before I could adjust my breath, I heard a voice coming from such a Taoist temple.
"Why do you always like to come here to visit?"
Cheng Lu clenched her sword tightly and turned to look at the very simple Taoist temple. Someone opened the door and walked out with a basket of cabbage.
Cheng Lu frowned, showing an extremely confused look.
That was not Li Shi, but a Taoist priest he had never seen before. He was about thirty years old, wearing a very simple Taoist robe, and his Taoist bun was combed casually with a wooden hairpin.
The Taoist glanced at Cheng Lu distressedly, then carried the vegetable basket and walked to the stream under the white plum tree. He lifted the corners of his Taoist robe, found a stone by the stream, and washed the cabbage there.
Cheng Lu sat there holding the sword and coughing softly. She looked at the Taoist's back and asked slowly: "Who are you?"
"Of course I am a Taoist. Of course, if you want to know more accurately, it is probably an unknown Taoist."
The Taoist's body was trembling by the stream, probably rubbing the soil from the cabbage roots carefully.
The washed cabbage was placed on a clean stream stone.
Cheng Lu was silent for a while and continued to ask: "What are you doing?"
The Taoist looked back at Cheng Lu, probably curious about how such a mentally retarded question could come from the mouth of such a swordsman who didn't look stupid.
"Of course you wash the cabbage, then stir-fry the cabbage, and finally eat the cabbage. Are you like that half-blind man Chen Qingshan, who was born upright and can see everything in a blur?"
The Taoist said helplessly, then turned back, put his wet hands on the Taoist robe that was lifted up on his knees, thought for a while, and said: "I understand, you probably think that such a Taoist territory, maybe It’s going to be a little weird. So a little random?”
The Taoist laughed softly, leaned down again, and continued washing the cabbage.
"What do you think our Taoist people think of? Wild beasts?"
The Taoist turned around and handed over a piece of washed cabbage, and said sincerely: "We are all good people."
Cheng Lu did not take the piece of cabbage for herself to try, but just sat there warily holding her sword.
The Taoist shrugged, took the piece of cabbage back, took a bite, and then placed it together on the rocks beside the stream.
The Taoist continued to wash the cabbage and said to himself: "My name is Zishi. You should also be able to tell that it is a very honest name. So you can indeed trust me."
"If I guess correctly, you should want to come here to break through."
Yiluguan Taoist Zi Shi said very seriously: "Li Shi won't be back in a short time, you can rest assured."
When Cheng Lu heard such words, she narrowed her eyes and tightened her grip on Jue Li.
The Taoist was extremely sincere both inside and outside his words.
It's just that such sincerity seems rather weird.
"How do you know Li Shi won't come back?"
Zushi was stunned for a moment, and then said honestly: "Because I am his accomplice."
Very honest indeed.
Cheng Lu was so honest that she broke out in a cold sweat.
The sword cultivator who was chased and forced to come outside the pass suppressed the injuries caused by the sword in his body, held the sword and supported the white plum tree and stood up very vigilantly.
Zushi put all the cabbage on the creek rocks into a basket and passed it through the water, and then lifted it out wetly. Looking at Cheng Lu who was leaning against the plum tree and holding the sword, who might attack at any time, he wiped it with melancholy. He walked over.
"Am I guilty of eating cabbage? At that time, Taoist saints also liked to eat cabbage and even fried a bowl of cabbage himself. Unfortunately, no one in the world has ever eaten it. Perhaps only the senior swordsman named Cong Zhongxiao has eaten it. But although there is no We have eaten it before, but it does not prevent us from imagining how delicious that bowl of cabbage is. After all, that is Li Queyi, the Taoist saint, the best in all things. Of course, the cabbage I fried is definitely not as delicious as him. Is it because you have already guessed that my fried cabbage is mediocre, so you are so angry that you want to beat me up?"
Zishi talked nonchalantly all the way, walked to the door of the Taoist temple, raised his legs and crossed the threshold, looked back at Cheng Lu, thought for a while, and said: "This is unreasonable, and you also Don’t beat me.”
Cheng Lu silently looked at the Taoist Zishi who was talking nonsense.
The Taoist has already entered the temple.
Not long after, the smell of human fireworks arose in the view, followed by some very noisy sounds of spatulas and oil explosions.
Perhaps that Taoist was too modest.
With such a skillful voice, the fried cabbage will probably not taste bad.
Maybe it will be delicious.
Cheng Lu leaned against the white plum tree and swallowed subconsciously.
After all, he is injured now. If the spiritual energy in the body cannot circulate properly, it is of course a good thing for a practitioner to be able to eat some human food.
Cheng Lu was silent for a long time, then held the sword again and sat down under the tree. After a little hesitation, she pressed Jueli on her knees - for a sitting person, this was naturally the best way to draw the sword.
The sound of cooking deep in the Taoist temple is still there.
Cheng Lu looked there for a long time, and then began to circulate the sword intent and vitality in the divine sea.
It's just that this sword cultivator hasn't had time to take a look at the Dao fruits in such a sea of Dao.
The sound of cooking deep inside the Taoist temple stopped.
Cheng Lu suddenly grasped the sword on her knees, but the next moment, she was knocked over by a wind that was as strong as the sea and smelled of cabbage fried in lard, and she rolled to the side of the clear stream in embarrassment. , Jueli was blown into the stream and inserted crookedly.
The Taoist named Zushi had appeared under the white plum tree at some point, and looked at the sword cultivator of the Liuyun Sword Sect in surprise.
"You are really broke!"
Cheng Lu spit out a mouthful of blood and sat down silently on the bank of the stream before dispelling the Taoist rhyme from her body.
The Liuyun sword cultivator coughed for a long time, and then said rather weakly: "Aren't you very honest?"
Zushi raised his palms and saluted.
"I'm just kidding."
Cheng Lu squinted his eyes and looked at the Taoist for a long time. Such a sentence was quite ambiguous. He didn't know whether this joke meant that he had been allowed to break through before, or whether he was not allowed to break through now.
After a long silence, the swordsman leaned down to reach for the Jue Li in the stream.
But before I encountered it, the wind came again.
Zishi stood there sincerely and said: "You should stop holding the sword. If you break the situation and hold Jueli, I will definitely not be able to defeat you."
Cheng Lu withdrew her hand and looked at the Taoist with understanding.
"It turns out you are very scared."
The son performed a ritual.
"Indeed."
Cheng Lu was silent for a while and sniffed.
"Your cabbage is burned."
Zushi took a breath and hurried towards the temple.
