Of course the world is not blind.
Even if a small boy fell on such a barrier, they would naturally be able to detect it.
What appeared in front of the young boy was a middle-aged sword cultivator from Xuansheyuan with a long sword on his back.
Such a sword cultivator may have been teaching human students in Huangliang last year, but in the year 104 when the story of the human world suddenly changed, he came with a sword and appeared in such a green mountain.
The sword cultivator's robes had a bright red cuckoo color, and the sword hilt also had a color that had dried and tended to be black.
Perhaps in time, when a young boy sees such a sword cultivator, even if he is from Huangliang, he will sincerely call him "Senior" or "Mr."
But at this moment, Lu Xiaoer was just thinking calmly in his mind, what kind of blood color on such a sword cultivator comes from the Lingnan sword cultivator?
So the little boy said nothing.
Even if it's just the water-knowing realm, how can the sword in the hand of any sword cultivator not be sharp?
The unrefined sword intent rolled up a bloody fallen leaf - this was the sword that Le Chaotian used to pick up the snow in Luofeng Canyon.
The young boy was confused at that time, and from then on he deeply remembered such a sword-like move.
In the green mountains, the bloody fallen leaves flew away in an instant. Lu Xiaoer hid behind the fallen leaves and came through the leaves with his sword.
Of course Lu Xiaoer had seen and practiced with Uncle Master's sword before.
Although it may not be very strong, it just has its shape and will naturally have its power.
However, Mr. Xuanxuyuan's sword cultivator stood there with a frown on his face. He did not draw his sword, but turned slightly to let Lu Xiaoer's sword pass. Then he looked at the young boy and asked in a deep voice: " Who are you?"
This sword cultivator from Xuanxuyuan named Zhou Shanyuan never thought that he would see such a young boy who was only twelve years old here.
After all, the young people in the world are not deceived. In the millennium story of Dafeng Dynasty, it is not limited to Huai'an, but also to an academy like Huangliang.
Even if the young man met with an extremely fierce sword, Zhou Shanyuan did not draw his sword, but just avoided it.
But maybe it was the blood color on such a sword cultivator that aroused some indignation in Lu Xiaoer's heart.
However, this little boy continued to stab with his sword with some reluctance.
Zhou Shanyuan frowned, pinched the sword technique, and the sword behind him unsheathed itself, carrying the sword intention, and faced Lu Xiaoer's Xiwu Sword.
A person who can be a master of swordsmanship in Xuansheyuan may not necessarily be a high-level swordsman, but his level cannot be low either.
The sword in the young boy's hand was slashed away by the sword, and fell into the weeds of the forest not far away.
Zhou Shanyuan, who thought that the young boy would give up, was about to put away his sword, but found that the young swordsman who already knew how to deal with water at a young age and was considered to be talented, hurriedly stepped back after the sword in his hand was chopped away. , but he was running the sword intent very seriously, as if he was chanting something softly.
What is he doing?
Zhou Shanyuan showed an extremely suspicious look.
But the next moment, the sword cultivator of Xuanxu Academy suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked back towards the direction of Lingnan.
In the sky filled with bloody sword light, there were several water-like swords coming.
A young boy's uncle may not know many swords from the Tianya Sword Sect.
But Lu Xiaoer will gain a lot.
For example, if you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky.
In a certain sense, the name of the sword may represent the style of the sword.
Deer are seen when the forest is deep, and bells are not heard in the stream at noon.
Nature is calm and peaceful.
But the sword you don't see naturally has a very different meaning.
Those sword lights arrived extremely quickly.
Only then did Zhou Shanyuan turn around and see the light of those swords. Those swords with the intent of breaking through the lake had suddenly approached the green mountains outside Shanyue City.
Zhou Shanyuan was naturally unable to calm down when facing such a number of swords. He grabbed the sword technique and moved the long sword around his body, turning into a barrier of sword intent.
Fortunately, the young man's level is indeed very low.
Even if Lu Xiaoer is only in the realm of enlightenment, those swords from the Sword Lake are enough to cause such a Xuanxu Academy sword cultivator to suffer a lot.
It's a pity that Lu Xiaoer only knows the water realm.
You can only call the sword but cannot control the sword.
The swords that passed through the mountains and moons of Lingnan jingled and intersected with Zhou Shanyuan's wandering sword. The sword fire burst out, except for some of the sword intent when it broke through the lake, and smashed some of the hanging swords. Apart from Mr. Yuan's clothes, it did not cause any more serious and substantial harm.
Zhou Shanyuan raised his hand and held the sword, slashing the last fallen sword out, then turned around and looked at the pale young boy with a complicated expression.
Of course Lu Xiaoer had tried to control those swords, but his sword intention and vitality did not support such a young boy to control those swords.
The green mountains and forests finally fell silent.
Those Sword Lake Swords were scattered in the Xuanxuyuan Sword Cultivation Week.
Zhou Shanyuan looked at Lu Xiaoer, who was panting slightly, for a long time before he said softly: "So you are a Lingnan sword cultivator."
Lu Xiaoer took a short breath, raised his hand and used his sword intent to call back the Xiwu Sword that had fallen into the distance. He stood in the blood-colored town of the mountain forest with the sword in his hand, and said calmly: "Yes."
There was some blood on the young boy's face, especially at the corners of his eyebrows, which were injured when he jumped from the barrier.
Although such a color does not make the young boy's upright and delicate features look ugly, it still gives him a very sharp look.
Lu Xiaoer held the sword and once again moved towards Mr. Xuansheyuan, whose clothes had been cut off a few points by the sword.
The latter stood there with a frown and said in a deep voice: "Do you know you are looking for death?"
Even if you don't deceive the young people in the world, you won't be able to deceive them indefinitely.
Facing an unfriendly young man holding a sword, how much the world can tolerate depends on their own attitude.
Lu Xiaoer laughed softly, just like when he was at the Nanyi River, with his hands wrapped like rice dumplings, but he still walked out from behind the uncles, holding a sword to confront the swordsman of the Human Sword Sect. appearance.
The young boy smiled very seriously, so he spoke very sincerely.
"Do you know that you are looking for death?"
The sword cultivator from Xuanxuyuan fell silent.
Xuexuyuan declared war on Shenhe and Huai'an, which was naturally an act of seeking death.
Of course he knows.
So of course the young boy also knew that he was also seeking death when he drew his sword and faced the sword cultivator of this small realm.
It's just that life and death are big things, but sometimes they are also small things.
Zhou Shanyuan did not speak, but the young boy continued: "You have killed all the Lingnan sword cultivators, am I still missing?"
Zhou Shanyuan's sword kept circling around him, but there was no tendency to fall towards the young boy.
Such a swordsman didn't say anything sorry to the young boy.
The Lingnan Sword Sect will act as a barrier to Huaian to protect this world.
But of course Xuanxuyuan also has its own position.
So in the final analysis, what is the problem?
...
"The theft of arm bones in Xuanxuyuan is inseparable from Xie Cangsheng."
When the young boy went all the way south, such a scholar in white also returned to Nanyi City.
The old scholar and the young scholar carrying the wine flask stood together in such a forest of apricot blossoms, quietly looking at this forest that was the favorite place of a Taoist named Mr. Xie.
Yunhu silently looked at the branches that had long since withered away and were filled with small yellow-red fruits.
Of course, he didn't know anything about what the minister said.
"I had already guessed it when Mr. Mei told me these things."
Yun Huzhi said softly.
"Of course, only the people in Xuanxuyuan know better about the things in Xuanxuyuan."
Although Qing Xiang and the others had always suspected that the theft of the arm bone was related to the people in the academy, it was probably that no one connected these things with such a Taoist who was sitting and watching the apricot blossoms in Nanyi City.
The scholar was silent for a long time as he spoke, then looked at his teacher and said softly: "So, after all, everything is actually Xuansheyuan's fault?"
Qing Xiang brought the newly bought bottle of wine to his lips, took a calm sip, and said lightly: "No storm can be brought to the world by a certain person or place."
The meaning of such a sentence is naturally very clear.
When the world is in chaos, everyone is at fault.
It’s not just Xuanxuyuan, it’s not just Qingtian Dao, it’s not just the Human Sword Sect and a certain Northern Majesty.
Although none of them look like vicious villains.
But evil people are not the only ones who do evil things.
People who feel they have no guilt will do the same thing.
This is probably the reason why the Prime Minister and Wang Xiaoer, the owner of Donghai Noodle House, were talking about the so-called truth that everything is never the same.
It is impossible for the world to be truly unified.
You have alcoholism.
He is short-sighted.
You love to drink.
He loves tea.
Everything from the most fundamental things has demonstrated the irreconcilable separation of this world.
As a result, grievances and resentments are intertwined, and conflicts arise.
In the end, it turned from thousands of small streams into a huge river that broke its banks.
After drinking for a long time, the prime minister turned to look north and said calmly: "If Kamigawa had not accepted that arm bone, how could the world have reached such a situation?"
Yunhu stood there silently.
Of course it is.
If Cong Ren had not left Nanyi City, none of this would have happened.
If Cong Ren had not died in the East China Sea, the south would not have completely lost control.
A swordsman like that sleeping in the Jianzong Garden is certainly not just sleeping.
That is an extremely important factor in the stability of the South.
The prime minister didn't say anything more, turned around and walked away from the apricot forest.
"Where is the goddess?"
The young scholar said softly: "Meditate in the lake."
So the old scholar who drank wine passed through the lonely sermon creeks and headed towards the white magnolia forest.
When the Prime Minister crossed the end of the path, he subconsciously remained silent for a long time.
In the final analysis, although the prime minister is a great demon and a man of Huangliang, he just does not practice witchcraft and ghosts, but cultivates the Northern Way.
Such a Jingsi Lake connected to the Styx River, and the strong power of the Styx River, naturally gave such a scholar some uncomfortable feelings.
Yao Ji stood quietly by the Jingsi Lake holding an umbrella.
Just like the name of such a big lake in the courtyard.
Meditation, standing still, and meditation.
It's just that for some gods and ghosts from ancient sacrifices, they probably don't need to be cultivated, but absorbed.
Standing in the white magnolia forest, Qing Xiang quietly looked at the tracks of divine power coming from the Styx River. The end of those tracks was naturally Yao Ji.
"I was not able to meet Senior Qinglian."
The scholar took a sip of wine, looked at the back of the woman under the umbrella by the lake, and said softly.
Yao Ji looked back at the Prime Minister and was not surprised. She said in a gentle tone: "I told you from the beginning that this is impossible. Two thousand years ago, people in the world would think about the separation of humans and gods. Things, let alone today’s era?”
The goddess turned back and looked at herself in the lake quietly.
"Instead of convincing those sword cultivators to accept gods and ghosts, why not persuade me to give up my obsession."
The prime minister was silent for a while, and then said softly: "This is probably impossible."
Yao Ji said calmly: "So why bother running around? The world's power is irreversible. In the end, you are just a person in this world."
The prime minister smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "I always thought I was the one who ended up here."
Yao Ji said softly: "Why is it so bad if it's over?"
The prime minister sighed and said nothing more. He just stood there and drank heavily.
After a long time, the scholar slowly said: "With all the gods and ghosts in the world and all the power of the underworld coming here, the goddess should be not far from the position of the true god."
Yao Ji asked noncommittally: "What do you mean by this?"
The scholar is very sincere.
"The prime minister and the goddess are now in the same boat."
The scholar turned his head and looked north.
"Kamigawa has returned to Huaidu. Although there is no movement in the world today, everyone actually understands that the world is just waiting for a result."
"If the goddess wins over that senior, then the world will be ruined and everything will be settled from scratch."
"If the goddess dies here, Kamigawa will come with his troops, and you will die without a burial place."
Yao Ji listened to these words of the Prime Minister, but she just said lightly: "Even if I win, the affairs of the world are still unresolved."
The prime minister's eyes fell on Yao Ji's umbrella.
There is a young man in the world, who is also extremely long-lasting, holding an umbrella.
Yao Ji also looked at the umbrella in her hand and said softly: "Are you curious about the origin of such an umbrella?"
The prime minister was silent for a while and said slowly: "That's true."
Such an ancient Chu god and ghost who had revived from the River Styx didn't say anything, but calmly let go of the umbrella.
then.
So there is a storm in the world.
Qing Xiang fell silent for a long time amid the extremely familiar chill.
Yao Ji clenched the umbrella again, looked down at the Jingsi Lake connected to the Styx River, and said lightly: "This is from Styx Town. Back then, a sword-sharpening cliff master in your world sent it to A small section captured from the sword intent of the Styx to suppress the water of the Styx."
The prime minister just drank there in silence and didn't think about anything.
Yao Ji didn't know what she was thinking of, and said softly: "Speaking of which, I have seen the world today for so long, and I have to admit that everything is different from what it used to be. Even the weak people in the world may not necessarily be the same after accumulating a certain story. You cannot have the power to reach the sky."
"The Heavenly Evolution Machine, the Chaos Machine, or even a certain Yi's Bow."
The Prime Minister didn't know how Yao Ji knew these things, but it was probably difficult for such a god and ghost to keep many things in the world as secrets.
"But I also saw another extremely brilliant civilization in the world under the River Styx. This is exactly what the world above the River Styx lacks and neglects. It is even included in your human world's "Supplementary Records of the Human World" mentioned before."
Qing Xiang frowned and looked at Yao Ji, and said in a deep voice: "What is that?"
Yao Ji said softly: "Have you ever held an umbrella during a thunderstorm?"
The prime minister was a little confused.
Yao Ji didn't say much to the Prime Minister, she just stood in the vast divine power and looked at the world quietly.
"When you understand this sentence, you will understand the story under such an umbrella in the future."
The Prime Minister was silent for a long time and said: "I will hand over such a question to the gentleman from the School of Mathematics and Physics. It's just..."
Yao Ji lowered her head, took over what the Prime Minister said, and said warmly: "It's just that you don't understand."
"Yes."
Yao Ji said calmly: "There is nothing puzzling. Gods and ghosts are not bent on making the world weak. Since I have come back to the world again, I must leave something for this world. I have already told you all the stories. It is clear that it is in vain. The world neither believes it nor wants it."
This ancient Chu god and ghost looked at the big lake with some loneliness.
"I can only force it."
"But things in this world cannot be forced..."
When Yao Ji said this, she was silent for a long time, looking down at her little shoes.
"Then so be it."
The ancient Chu goddess said nothing more.
But when these words were spoken, a scholar who had been drinking for most of his life seemed to suddenly have a lot of drunkenness in his head.
The goddess standing by the lake suddenly seemed extremely distant, and seemed to be everywhere.
On the black floor-length skirt, countless ancient patterns suddenly appeared, like grass and orchids, like rain and dew in the mountains.
The radiance of countless gods falls to the human world like fluttering butterflies.
This scholar seemed to hear many gentle and mysterious songs coming from such a large swamp, all the human places that carry the water of the Styx.
It is the song of the ancient Chu ritual gods.
Ancient sounds and tunes.
Song said.
If there is a man who comes to the mountains, wearing heapings on his face and bringing his daughter...
She is a mountain ghost, and she is also the Wushan Goddess of the Wuguishen Sect.
The prime minister stood there silently, listening to the songs that seemed to come from two thousand years ago, and said nothing.
Looking up into the sky, there is a mighty Styx coming from a dark yellow mountain range.
It transformed into countless divine powers to perform the final baptism for such an ancient Chu god and ghost.
The scholar turned around, raised his head and drank the wine, and left here very relaxedly.
Of course, sword cultivators are not the only ones who do something even though they know they cannot do it.
Scholars, gods and ghosts, Taoists, young people, people of the world.
In the whole world, nothing is better than this.
