Ximen was actually very puzzled when he watched the young boy draw his sword and face the sword cultivator from Xuansheyuan from a distance.
This is indeed a difficult thing to understand.
You are just a small swordsman who knows the water realm, how dare you draw your sword against a swordsman who is in the small dao realm?
But Lu Xiaoer not only pulled out, but also pulled out more than one.
When Ximen saw those sword lights coming from Lingnan, he suddenly remembered the time in Yunjue Town. This young boy stood on the roof of the town, looking at his uncle who had entered the demon clan. He said proudly that this was the sword of the Lingnan Sword Sect.
Such a young boy may really take such an identity as the most proud thing in his life.
only.
It’s just that the story of life is filled with impermanence.
Ximen felt that this was probably like when he went to intercept Beitai.
Who would have thought that such a young master from Peking University could really seriously injure himself?
Who would have thought that Lingnan would suddenly be destroyed?
Ximen sighed for a while, and finally when the young boy recalled the Xiwu Sword and continued to move towards the Xuansheyuan Sword Cultivator, he walked out of the green mountain with the sword in his back.
Lu Xiaoer, who was holding the Xiwu Sword and walking forward step by step, suddenly heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind him, and was stunned for a moment.
He originally thought it was the sword cultivator from the Southern Little Sword Sect who was chasing after him, or some rebel soldier who had not been killed before.
But when he turned around and saw Ximen, who was wearing a black robe from Hell and carrying a broken knife, slowly coming towards him, it was probably hard to understand why Ximen suddenly appeared here.
Of course, everyone has their own differences and cannot understand.
Perhaps it's because the young boy still remembers what Cao Weiying said to them back then - being unable to understand is the norm in the world.
Lu Xiaoer quickly turned around.
Perhaps such a Heavenly Prison Sword Cultivator was just passing by.
Lu Xiaoer didn't pay attention and continued to move forward with his sword in hand.
Ximen stood behind Lu Xiaoer, looking past Lu Xiaoer and landing on the sword cultivator of Xuansheyuan.
"what you up to?"
Lu Xiaoer stopped, frowned, and turned back to look at Ximen. He just looked at him with such a look that he didn't know who he was talking to for a moment.
The young boy was silent for a while, but decided to answer Ximen's question. Regardless of whether he was asking about himself or not, after all, the two of them had some interactions.
But before the young boy's words came out of his throat, he was interrupted by a sudden sword light. That sword light, like a horse, fell from the sky filled with Taoism and witchcraft. Come down.
But it has no lethality.
After passing through the sky, it fell straight down and landed not far away.
Probably some sword cultivator died.
Lu Xiaoer thought like this, lowered his head again, looked at Ximen and said seriously: "I want to go back to Lingnan."
Zhou Shanyuan stood there, looking at Ximen quietly, his eyes not diverted by such a sudden falling sword - this was probably a very common scene in the past few months, both sides had sword cultivators, There are also upper-level sword cultivators, and their swords travel far away. Some swords will hit the heart of another sword cultivator, Taoist or wizard after crossing the green mountains, so the spell that was originally continued will be suddenly stopped.
So it fell, like a star withering, like a flower fading.
Zhou Shanyuan watched for a long time, and the young dean of the Nanyi City Heavenly Prison Supervisory Authority stood there without saying anything.
So Mr. Xuanxuyuan Swordsman said very calmly: "I didn't want to stop him."
But he didn't ask anything, and Lu Xiaoer didn't say anything.
But Mr. Xuansheyuan still held the sword that was wandering around him.
"But Huang Liang has always had a saying - this was passed down from a story many years ago. It is said that those who come with a sword can only be enemies. Even if it is a kitchen knife."
The Xiwu Sword is certainly not a kitchen knife.
This sword that came out of the Sword Lake is better than most swords in the world.
Zhou Shanyuan's eyes fell on the young boy who was still holding the sword, and he said slowly: "I have made it very clear. If he continues to come to me, then I can only bully the young man in the world. ——After all, the boy's life is his life, my life..."
"It's also life."
The battle of magic in the human world still continues for a long time in the sky.
There seemed to be soldiers approaching from the distance.
Ximen looked at Lu Xiaoer and said in a deep voice, "Do you understand?"
Lu Xiaoer lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand.
How could he not know that this was actually meaningless?
It’s just that everyone understands the general principles, but it’s difficult to control small emotions.
So the young boy nodded seriously and handed the sword in his hand to such a sword cultivator from Xuanxuyuan.
It's a pity that the person standing here is indeed not a sword cultivator from a small southern sword sect.
But Simon.
Although he also came from a humble sword cultivation place.
It's just that this person is really talented.
His sword speed is comparable to that of Cheng Lu.
The buzzing sound of the Xiwu Sword carrying the sword intention began to appear, and a broken sword was already lying between Lu Xiaoer and Zhou Shanyuan.
Lu Xiaoer looked at the Xiwu sword that was slashed back in front of him. He was silent for a while, then looked back at Ximen and said, "Master Ximen should also hate them."
Simon walked forward calmly, pulled out his broken sword from the ground, and returned it to its sheath.
"Yes."
The eighth-level sword cultivator, dressed in the robe of Heavenly Prison, stood there and looked at Lu Xiaoer quietly.
"Of course I can kill him with one knife, but you have to know that beyond Shanyue, it is the territory of their Xuanxuyuan and the rebels. If you kill him, they will really not bully the young people in the world - if you just want to Seeking death instead of returning to Lingnan, of course I can do that."
Lu Xiaoer fell silent.
After a long time, the young boy slowly said: "Is this why Master Ximen is here?"
Ximen said calmly: "I am also very young, and I don't want to die. If you weren't a Lingnan sword cultivator, why would I have to come out of Shanyue?"
Lu Xiaoer raised his hand and wiped some of the blood that was dripping from his forehead - even though he was only twelve years old, sometimes he had seen too much, and naturally he would not be able to face some things calmly.
"That's not necessary, Lord Ximen."
Although there was some blood in Lu Xiaoer's delicate eyebrows, it still looked like a clean young man.
The young boy raised his brows and looked at Ximen seriously.
Although it is very strange for such a scene to appear in such a war.
"Lingnan is Lingnan..."
Before the young man finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ximen.
This person from the Heavenly Prison who had been angry at Ting Fengyin said calmly: "If Lingnan is still there, then Lingnan is naturally Lingnan. I also want to tell your majesty about the reason why they killed the people from the Heavenly Prison. Crime."
The man holding the knife looked south, his voice softened and became much gentler.
"But Lingnan is no longer there, so the affairs of Lingnan are the affairs of the world... This is..."
"Those who work for the public should not be allowed to freeze to death in the snow."
Lu Xiaoer fell silent.
After a long time, the young boy silently put away the Xiwu Sword in his hand, walked over and picked up the swords scattered around, then turned back, looked at Ximen, and said softly: "Sir Ximen It’s so reasonable that it’s hard for me to continue to treat you as a bad person. What should I do?”
Simon said calmly: "This is not an important matter."
Probably as people in such a dark courtyard, they really don't care what the world thinks of them.
Zhou Shanyuan, a Xuanxu Academy sword cultivator, stood there silently, then put his sword into the scabbard, looked back at Lu Xiaoer who had passed away from him, and said softly: "Feng To the west between Qiling and Shanyue, there is a Yunling Canyon..."
Zhou Shanyuan stopped midway through his words and did not continue. He just turned around and walked into the green mountains.
It's not that Zhou Shanyuan thinks there are some things that shouldn't be said.
But he suddenly remembered that a young boy like this might have a rebellious mentality. You clearly told him where to go, but he refused to go there.
So Zhou Shanyuan stopped talking halfway through.
Lu Xiaoer held a pile of swords and walked ahead for a long time. Then he stopped, looked back at Ximen, and asked softly: "What happened to Yunling Canyon?"
Ximen said calmly: "It is relatively remote and steep there. It is a place that rises suddenly from the canyon to the north, so the rebels did not stay there."
Lu Xiaoer was silent for a long time, and then said slowly: "Does he want me to go that way?"
The gentlemen of Xuanxuyuan may still be able to talk some sense. After all, they are from an academy with a culture of its own, but those rebels may not. If such a young boy with a sword really encounters hundreds or thousands of people, A large group of soldiers will naturally die among them.
Ximen also hesitated. He stood there holding the knife and looked at the young man for a long time, and then said softly: "Maybe so."
Lu Xiaoer said calmly: "Okay."
Even Ximen was a little surprised by such a straightforward answer.
Lu Xiaoer didn't say anything else, and headed southwest along the green mountain.
After all, it’s hard to persuade a damn ghost with good words.
After all, listen to others and eat enough.
Ximen may have realized that the young man was not an unreasonable person, so he said nothing more and hid in the green mountain again with the knife in his arms.
after all.
After all, if a person like him is too ostentatious, it is indeed easy to die in these mountains of Shanyue.
Lu Xiaoer sincerely accepted the kindness of the unknown Mr. Huang Liangxuanxuyuan, held his sword, and headed in the direction he said.
He did not lie. After walking some distance to the southwest, it was true that the momentum here was much smaller. Perhaps it was because this side was closer to the Youhuang Mountains. It was the direction where the Wujia's main attack was originally, and when the Wujia retreated After the yellow beams, the place became empty.
After climbing over several hills, the young boy panted and stopped. After all, the swords in his hands were indeed very heavy.
Of course, Lu Xiaoer also thought about throwing these swords in the mountains and letting them go back by themselves in the future.
I just think about it sometimes, I have already been abandoned by Lingnan, should I still impose such a fate on these innocent swords coming out of the lake?
Lu Xiaoer's nose did feel a little sore when he thought of this. Perhaps he felt a little sad. The young boy raised his sleeves and wiped his eyes, then looked back at the green hills.
"Lord Ximen, are you still there?"
There was no response in the green mountains, but there were countless rustling sounds in the evening wind.
Lu Xiaoer waited for a long time, but did not continue to ask.
Such a path may indeed not be too far away.
At least it is much closer than from the East China Sea to Shanyue.
It’s just that the long road is not necessarily the only difficult road.
Sometimes the closer the distance, the harder it is to reach.
Not far ahead was the extremely long, narrow and deep Yunling Canyon that fell down.
Going down, there is only one path that allows one person to pass, winding through the mountains. Some sections of the path even seem to be cut off because they are obscured by shrubs.
Lu Xiaoer slowly walked to this place and sat down on the edge of the mountain. He sat in the evening breeze and sat on the green mountain, overlooking the dim twilight world like a miasma of fog.
There was a rustling sound beside him, and the young boy holding the sword turned his head, and saw Ximen holding the sword walking out of the forest, with some leaves on his head - probably such a sword cultivator is indeed He was walking in hiding.
"This road is much easier to walk than I thought." Lu Xiaoer turned back and said softly, "It seems that the meals I ate in Shanyue City were in vain."
But Lu Xiaoer also knew very well that although such a road was easy to follow, it might not be because people in the world were still willing to be reasonable.
Or, even if I am not twelve years old this year, but twenty years old, then it is naturally impossible for me to walk through that battlefield like this.
The twenty-year-old Lingnan sword cultivator was doing something like this. Zhou Shanyuan would not stand still with a sword, and Ximen would not come with a sword.
Simon stood there in disbelief.
After a long time, the sword cultivator slowly said: "Maybe this is indeed the case."
Lu Xiaoer sat there for a long time before he stood up again and walked along the downward path. Ximen stood there quietly.
After passing through Yunling Canyon and crossing some mountains, we reach Fengqiling.
But this is still Lingbei, not Lingnan.
Of course there are some sword sects in Lingbei, but because they are not many in number, they are also called Lingnan sword sects.
"After you get to Fengqiling, you need to calm down."
Ximen's voice fell from the mountain. Lu Xiaoer, who was walking on the path, looked back at Ximen and asked in confusion: "Why?"
Ximen said calmly: "Lingnan sword cultivators are all in the mountains. If you want to collect their bodies for them, of course you can, but don't act out of emotion. If something happens to you..."
The Heavenly Prison Sword Cultivator looked back to the north with great melancholy, and said softly: "I'm afraid someone will come back and chop me with a sword."
After all, Ximen could have chosen to leave Lu Xiaoerqiang in Shanyue, but chose to send him back to Lingnan.
Lu Xiaoer naturally understood what Ximen meant.
"It turns out that Lord Ximen is really afraid of my uncle."
Lu Xiaoer said thoughtfully.
Simon just stood there silently.
Lu Xiaoer continued: "So why not let go of those things at the beginning?"
Ximen still didn't answer, just stood there quietly holding the knife.
Seeing this, Lu Xiaoer did not continue talking, lowered his head and continued towards the southwest canyon between Fengqiling and Shanyue.
In such a green mountain, which was already far away from the center of the battlefield, there was a sword light parading above the Wu River.
Probably the gentlemen of Xuanxuyuan finally discovered the traces of Ximen, so they directed their attacks at this place.
The young boy who was walking on the path towards the canyon was also startled by the sudden movement and turned back to look at the green mountain.
Ximen just stood on the edge of the mountain forest, standing in the dusk and slashing Wu He with his sword. He broke the sword's intention with one strike, but did not leave, but still stopped there.
Lu Xiaoer seemed to understand something and hugged the sword in his hand tighter, then quickened his pace and hurriedly ran down the mountain.
Of course, no meal is free.
The young boy did not use the physical strength brought by those meals to swing more swords.
But you need to use the physical strength brought by those meals to move through this battlefield faster.
Send Buddha to the West.
If you want to send young people away, you should send them to Lingnan.
Lu Xiaoer finally ran down the green mountain, but the sword lights traveling through the dusk did not become sparse because some of them were cut off by Ximen. On the contrary, they became more dense.
There was even a wind starting to blow in this world.
When the young boy stood at the mouth of the canyon and looked back at the green mountains, he could no longer see the figure of the sword cultivator.
He seemed to have been submerged in the magic that was flowing across the world.
But the young boy could still clearly feel the aura of the sword, stationed on the green mountain.
It seems that Ximen is about to break through and enter the last floor of the trail.
After all, he is twenty-five years old.
As the fourth sword among the three swords of the young generation in the world.
Of course, Simon had no reason to continue delaying.
But probably this is still not long enough to stay in this green mountain.
Lu Xiaoer didn't look any further. After a quick glance, he continued running towards the south in the narrow and extremely long canyon.
Maybe it's like what Lu Xiaoer said to a certain young man with a melon-skinned head in the green mountain north of Shanyue.
Nothing is impossible.
It's just that sometimes, the consequences of young people's impulsive actions often fall on those who are willing to look after them.
Lu Xiaoer actually regretted it a little.
Perhaps just staying in the mountain moon would not be a bad outcome.
Wait until the dust settles, wait until the world is peaceful.
There will always be a day when I return to Lingnan.
It's just that the matter has come to this, just like an arrow on the string, it has to be fired.
Lu Xiaoer could only take those swords and run towards Fengqiling.
Perhaps he finally realized that carrying those swords, leaving those swords behind with those useless sighs, was a burden.
Lu Xiaoer finally threw the swords in the canyon and walked away with a lonely Xiwu Sword on his back.
