Unexpectedly, Yunhu noticed the strange phenomena in the human world in the small bamboo garden. He hurriedly left the Xuanxu Courtyard and walked onto the long street of the human world, but he had seen nothing.
Just like what the young man in green clothes said to a woman in a white dress on the cliff, such a story, like the sword on the cliff, is invisible to the world.
There are only withered Styx flowers everywhere and a dull twilight.
There are also the scholar who has been staying on the bridge in the dusk, and the peach demon at the head of the boat.
The young scholar had a lot of panic in his heart for no reason. He looked at the big demon in white who was quietly drinking wine on the bridge and looking up at the sky with squinted eyes for a long time.
Yun Hu walked towards Qing Xiang with heavy steps and stopped beside him.
"Lord Goddess, has she left this world?"
Prime Minister Qing took a sip of wine, lowered his head and looked at Yun Hu Zhi beside him, smiled softly, and said, "Yes."
Unexpectedly, Yunhu's expression became extremely complicated, and he stood there for a long time without saying anything.
The scholar in white put down the wine bottle, raised his hand and patted the young man's shoulder, and said very freely: "Don't be afraid, you will always win in this world."
Unexpectedly, Yunhu slowly shook his head, looked up at the big demon in white, and there seemed to be some sad tears in the eyes of the scholar who was always gentle and never had any extreme mood swings, and whispered: "I don't care about the goddess. The life and death of your lord or senior Qinglian. Master."
Qing Xiang was stunned for a moment, then looked down at his student, then shook his head and laughed softly.
"There is no need to talk about mourning, Yunhu doesn't know. Life, death, separation, these are common things in the world and should be done. What's more, everything is still uncertain, how do you know that my prime minister cannot be the prime minister in white clothes in the world?"
It's just that such words of comfort have no effect on such a young scholar.
Unexpectedly, Yun Hu just lowered his head and said softly: "The world has been decided. Sir, I am not a scholar who only knows how to study hard. I can also see the affairs of the world."
Even though Fang Zhiqiu had never said those things to Yun Huzhi at the beginning.
This scholar also knows everything well.
It started from the sentence that the prime minister, who was cooking wine in spring, said in the small building of Tanchun Garden.
The scholar with many black spots on his white clothes just looked at the world calmly.
"The goddess dreamed of a very bad world, and I am a very bad person. This is the fate I deserve."
"To clarify the truth for the world and to guard the bones of our ancestors, sir, how can you be such a bad person?"
"The goddess has never told the story to the human world, but I have told the story of Xuansheyuan and Shenhe to the human world. Yunhu doesn't know, isn't this not bad?"
Yunhu stood there in a daze.
This is probably indeed an irrefutable fact.
Nanyi City, Fengqiling, Shanyue City, and Bailu City.
Half of the south of Huai'an in Xuanxuyuan was plunged into blood and fire.
As for the stories between Shenhe and Xuansheyuan, after a certain story named Mr.
Just like the death of a Taoist named Liu Sanyue in the Jianzong Garden.
What can be said clearly is called Huaben.
What cannot be explained is the human world.
The woman in peach robe with picturesque eyebrows just sat quietly at the head of the boat, as if she didn't hear everything the two scholars here said.
Cong Xin was carrying the Peach Branch Sword and just looked at this lonely world.
The world is not a dream.
Of course everyone has their own story.
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Chen Yunxi held the sword and stopped at the door of a noodle restaurant in the small town under the cliff.
The white-haired swordsman, who was dressed in blood and sword spirit, raised his head and squinted his eyes to carefully look at such a noodle shop.
Perhaps it is a pity that such a pub that has been open for thousands of years has turned into a noodle shop?
Even the last time he came here, this sword cultivator still thought that this might be a good thing. But this time, this sword cultivator came here sincerely with his sword, and suddenly there was a sword wind like a certain film. When the thin petals fell on his eyebrows, the swordsman still felt very regretful.
The shopkeeper named Wang Xiaoer stood there angrily, looking at the white-haired swordsman covered in blood.
Chen Yunxi looked at Wang Xiaoer through the window, still trying hard.
"Think about it carefully, maybe you really know how to make wine? I drank wine here many years ago."
"Fuck you, you can't buy a face, so you're thinking of ways to deceive me?"
Wang Xiaoer cursed loudly.
"You bastard swordsmen, haven't you done enough harm to us? Eat noodles and eat shit."
Chen Yunxi sighed melancholy.
He really didn't want to eat noodles, but he suddenly missed a certain senior brother very much.
Back then, everyone in the world knew about Bai Yi.
But back then, a person who loved drinking was the real senior brother of many sword cultivators in the world.
So Chen Yunxi wanted to have another taste of the bitter wine that his senior brother once liked so much.
It's a pity that the noodle shop owner probably misunderstood something, and he was still cursing.
Chen Yunxi held the sword in his hand and stood there silently watching.
Wang Xiaoer didn't seem to have misunderstood anything.
The shopkeeper, who was clearly scolding angrily, lowered his head in tears.
"You bunch of bastards, how can I know how to make wine? How can I know how to make wine? Haven't you beaten me enough?"
Chen Yunxi looked at the young shopkeeper in the store silently. In fact, if he looked carefully, he could still see the purple scars under the skin that had been cultivated for a year.
This sword cultivator who was a contemporary of Brother Jianya was silent for a long time. He opened his mouth, perhaps wanting to say some words of comfort. But just as he opened his mouth, a rag was thrown out of the noodle shop, stained with oil. On Chen Yunxi's shoulder.
"Get out!"
Chen Yunxi sighed melancholy and said nothing more. He turned around silently and looked back at the sword cliff at an unknown height just outside the town, hidden in the clouds and mist.
Many years ago, when such a white-haired swordsman was still young and still wearing a white crown and green clothes, he stood on such a sword step and looked up at such a high cliff.
Even Chen Yunxi never thought that after a thousand years, he would still need to look up at such a high cliff like this.
The white-haired swordsman held his sword upright and stood in the East China Sea wind blowing through the town. He might be looking at the high cliff with regret, nostalgia, guilt, or luck.
The world won’t have to be like this anymore.
Chen Yunxi thought silently.
Senior brother.
You will not die.
How can one sleep in this world?
Chen Yunxi lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand. He couldn't help but smile. As he smiled, tears fell on the simple scabbard. Then the sword intent burst out. Chen Yunxi just raised his hand. His hand silently clenched the scabbard in his hand, and used his own sword intent to collide with those strands of escaping sword intent.
There was some color on the lips of this swordsman from Liuyun Sword Sect thousands of years ago.
Then he vomited blood profusely.
People in the world may be very curious as to why such a white-haired swordsman would be standing in the twilight on the street of a small town, vomiting blood in such an embarrassing manner.
They didn't know that the sword in that sword cultivator's hand could level the entire East China Sea to the ground, even if it just released the unconstrained sword intent like a hair.
This was the sword that broke the sky and suppressed the underworld back then.
An unhuman sword.
Chen Yunxi, with white hair flying around, bent over and stood there coughing blood for a long time before finally calming down.
When he held such a sword, not only was he guilty of thinking about it, but even if he shed tears, it was wrong.
So he didn't think about anything anymore. He held the sword upright, just like everyone held the reverence for such a sword master back then. He walked solemnly through the town, crossed the clear stream where the saint died, and headed towards the high cliff. go.
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Qiu Xi'er's expression was equally solemn and dignified. The moonlight sword turned into a sword hairpin. She held her long hair upright and stayed on the lowest stone step of the sword cliff steps for a long time.
Such a swordsman with white hair and blue clothes was coming in the dusk holding a sword.
Such a sword, after staying quietly on the sword cliff for a thousand years, briefly stayed in the world for half a year with the death of a woman with autumn water in her eyes. Facts have proved that what Qiu Shui did at the beginning was indeed right. .
If she had not brought this sword to Qiushui.
It's just that such a woman on the cliff would naturally not be able to leave such a sword in the original story of Donghai.
Kamigawa may not be as good as Chen Yunxi.
It's just that such an emperor stands on the top of the human world. The only people who can restrict him are naturally only a few of his contemporaries.
It's just that the story has come to this point, maybe there is really no one in the world who can stop such an emperor from taking away the sword.
There is only one Chen Yunxi.
Qiu Xi'er silently looked at the white-haired sword cultivator holding a sword and wading in the stream in the dusk.
Perhaps this is what Cao Weiying said, why there is no need to force yourself to be a person on the cliff.
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Such a woman who has always been cold and distant, but also has a lot of confusion. Looking up at the twilight sky, there is a sky where a certain Jianya senior is waking up.
People like them, who have stayed in Jianya all their lives and don't care about human affairs, what can they do if they don't become people on the cliff?
In the hands of such a woman from Qiushui, Mojianya has been alienated from the world for thousands of years.
Over the course of thousands of years, things in the world have certainly changed.
Qiu Xi'er thought silently for a long time.
Chen Yunxi had already walked to the cliff with his sword.
The white-haired swordsman faced the junior in the white dress, but still bowed in an extremely upright manner.
"Chen Yunxi, Liuyun Sword Sect, has met Cliff Master."
Qiu Xi'er naturally understood that such a sword gift from a fifteen-fold sword cultivator was not really given to herself, but to the high cliff behind her.
So she responded politely.
"Senior, there is no need to be polite."
The two stood in front of the sword steps one by one, looking at each other quietly.
It was naturally the first time for Chen Yunxi to see Qiu Xi'er. This woman on the cliff was also the first time to see such an ancient and mysterious swordsman among the three swords.
After a long time, Qiu Xi'er's eyes fell on the sword in Chen Yunxi's hand, stretched out a hand, and said slowly: "Senior, please bring back the sword on the cliff."
Chen Yunxi did not hand over the sword, but smiled softly and said: "A thousand years have not come yet, I want to go to the cliff to have a look."
Qiu Xi'er fell silent and looked at the white-haired swordsman in front of her for a long time.
"Senior, what do you want to see on the cliff?"
"Thousands of years of changes in the human world, perhaps only the cliffs have some traces of old friends."
Qiu Xi'er said nothing more, retracted her hand, turned around, and silently gave way to the way up the cliff.
Chen Yunxi held the sword and looked up quietly, but suddenly sighed and said softly: "Master of the cliff, does he know why the world has been looking up to Mojian Cliff for thousands of years?"
Qiu Xi'er was silent for a while and said slowly: "Because the sword cliff is too high."
Chen Yunxi stood in front of such a long step and said calmly: "The high cliff can be looked up to, but it is not admired. Mojian Cliff has never been admired by the world because it does not allow the world to set foot on it, just like the white-clothed senior brother and the As I said, Sword Cliff has always been in the world, but people in the world can't walk up it - even though they can't reach it, they yearn for it."
The white-haired swordsman quietly looked at the woman in the white dress who made way above the sword steps, and said softly: "Do you understand?"
Qiu Xi'er looked at the Liuyun sword cultivator quietly and said slowly: "Of course I understand, it's just a senior."
Even though she was such a cold woman, there was some regret in her tone.
"I am not a member of the Ten-Year Sword Sect."
Of course it is.
Or in other words, such a woman can actually be said to be a member of the human sword sect - Qiushui, Congren, and Shenhe. These three people were all disciples of Cong Zhongxiao from the Human Sword Sect back then.
Chen Yunxi raised his eyebrows and looked at Qiu Xi'er. After the woman said such regretful words, she also restrained her emotions and looked at Chen Yunxi and said sincerely: "I can't stand such a high cliff. But senior can see it, so why don’t senior go up the cliff and go to the Zhuojian Terrace to watch over the human world?"
When Chen Yunxi heard such words, he lowered his head, looked at the sword in his hand, smiled softly, and said: "How can people like us from the Liuyun Sword Sect be able to sit in such the largest prison in the world?" Where to live? Not to mention..."
The smile on Chen Yunxi's face gradually faded away, and he raised his head to look at the sky. There were countless soft sword winds pouring out in the world. Unlike some sword intentions in the wind and snow, they had no lethality, and even Something far smaller and gentler than the wind in the world.
The white-haired swordsman's eyes were filled with sadness.
"Everyone knows that Qinglian loves the world, so why don't I, Chen Yunxi, love the world?"
My sword is not bad at all, and perhaps it will never be better than saying "How can I not love the world."
It’s just that everyone in the world is different.
It’s just that people in the world can’t agree.
Qiu Xi'er looked at the white-haired sword cultivator quietly and said slowly: "It's just that the world is losing its blood because of what the senior has planned."
Chen Yunxi lowered his head and said calmly: "If the blood doesn't flow, how can it be hot?"
Qiu Xi'er said coldly: "When all the hot blood is gone, only cold-blooded people like us will be left in the world. Is that a good thing?"
Chen Yunxi smiled slightly and said: "If the moon is bright and clear at the end, it will be warm to you regardless of ice and snow. When the cliff master condensed Jianya's sword intention for a certain young man and faced the divine river, was he cold? Jianya's right Talking about it, is it cold when the cliff owner speaks in a cold voice with all the blood flowing out? It's just that the cliff owner is trapped in the high cliff, so the cliff owner has to be cold. The so-called hot blood is like a prairie fire. It comes out when you are angry and when you are passionate. Coming, endless and endless. Just looking at the world, how many people in the world are really cold-blooded?"
Qiu Xi'er fell silent.
The white-haired sword cultivator didn't say anything more. He released his sword intent and handed the sword to Qiu Xi'er.
The woman on the cliff looked at the sword silently, took it, and said slowly: "Senior, don't you go up the cliff to see?"
Chen Yunxi stood quietly at the foot of the cliff, blowing the sea breeze that had not changed for thousands of years.
"What I want to see is never a sword cliff like this."
The white-haired sword cultivator looked up at the high cliff, as if he were looking at a broken sword and a crown. Such a fifteen-fold sword cultivator looked as small as a child in such a twilight light.
"But the gentle and humble me back then."
Qiu Xi'er looked at such a sword cultivator with a complicated expression.
White crowns and blue robes, white clouds and clear streams.
From the descriptions of such a sword cultivator by the world at that time, we can see what kind of person he was.
Twenty-five-year-old Chen Yunxi once fought with the world against such an emperor's willful actions with all kinds of indignation.
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What made him take such a determined path?
Is it Emperor Huai, Qing Yi, Demon Ancestor, or the not too tall Taoist named Bai Fengyu who was fifty years ago?
Qiu Xi'er didn't know.
Chen Yunxi looked up for a long time, maybe he really couldn't find that young self anymore, so he lowered his head and said softly: "It's a pity that you can't see it anymore, and I can't see it either."
After saying this, Chen Yunxi turned his back to Jianya and left.
Perhaps he remembered something, but the white-haired sword cultivator stopped and turned his head to look in the direction of the human world where the two sword cultivators had fought like Donghai before and still had not recovered.
"When Kamigawa and Cong Ren fought, I was watching from the town."
Qiu Xi'er looked at the white-haired sword cultivator quietly. Of course she knew such a thing.
Chen Yunxi looked quietly over there. There was no white-haired swordsman in blue who was holding such a sword. The aura of deep sword intent surrounded him again.
"Actually, there's nothing hard to guess about a story like that."
The white-haired swordsman might be thinking about what he said in the small town, but he chuckled softly.
"The drunkard's intention is not to drink. If I don't die, how can they sleep well?"
Cong Ren indeed never had a good night's sleep again.
Qiu Xi'er was silent for a while and said slowly: "How can senior still laugh?"
Chen Yunxi said lightly: "Because I am very curious about what surprises these two disciples in Cong Zhongxiao can bring me."
There are not many people in the world who can call Cong Zhongxiao by his name so calmly.
But Chen Yunxi is definitely the most qualified one.
Because no matter whether it was his ranking in the Three Swordsmen or his seniority in the cultivation world, Chen Yunxi was one level higher than Cong Zhongxiao.
Qiu Xi'er said nothing more.
Chen Yunxi stepped into the dusk, but did not go towards such a small town or the south.
But toward the sky.
What has happened will happen again.
Such a young man named You Chunshan from the East China Sea has been to such a place, Tianmen Snow Mountain, which is located above the human world.
What reason does Chen Yunxi have not to take a look?
