The person who wronged you must know better than anyone else that you have been wronged.
If Chen Yunxi didn't understand the nature of such a senior brother, how could he let such a story go on?
When the saint died of old age in the East China Sea, Qinglian was the only person there to see him off to Zhuangsheng Island.
The saint's sigh would certainly have a huge impact on the life of such a sword cultivator.
This may also be the reason why such a sword cultivator could obviously stay in the human world, and even in those ten years the Sword Sect was once called the Qinglian Sword Sect, but he still walked off the cliff and went to the human world.
I would rather drag my tail around the world and dream about it forever than sit in a prison on a high cliff like that.
Senior brother, senior brother.
Chen Yunxi sighed softly, turned back without looking over there, and calmly walked further up the thin snowy mountain road.
...
The snow-capped mountains in the great lake have disappeared.
Then the bright moon came out of Tianshan Mountain.
When this white-haired swordsman in blue came to the Tianmen Pass that towered deep into the clouds and snow, he acted like an ordinary person, slightly bent over, holding on to the cliffs on both sides with one hand, and supporting his own with the other. Knees, gasping for breath.
Senior brother, senior brother.
The wounds from the sword intention on this swordsman's body gradually showed signs of bleeding during the seemingly ordinary climb.
How could such a mountain road far above the human world be an ordinary climb?
That fine snow is not fine snow.
It is a kind of tiny crystallized fairy energy, just like the power of the Styx that also crystallized like snow when the Styx rolled back.
Chen Yunxi stood there and panted for a long time, then stretched out his hand to hold a strand of white hair that was hanging down. There were many snow flakes on it. The sword cultivator stretched out his hand to brush off the snow flakes and held it in his hand. The Sword in the Divine Sea The thoughts surged out, and then the snow flakes were scattered away.
Senior brother, senior brother.
Chen Yunxi quietly looked at the white air that dispersed away.
Maybe the people in heaven are just people on the mountain.
Immortal energy may just be mountain energy.
It’s just that those who don’t fit in can’t get it.
Even if Chen Yunxi's Dao realm is extremely high, and the Dao sea has fifteen levels of waves, he still can't absorb these immortal energy into his body.
This made such a sword cultivator think of a human government office hidden deep underground in such a human capital.
Even Chen Yunxi is also curious about what Tiangongsi saw in Li Queyi's "Supplementary Records of the Human World".
How could such a young man from the East China Sea be able to cross the door to heaven so easily?
Chen Yunxi stood in front of such a cliff facing the Tianmen, like a guest from Shanxue. He stood up straight and raised his hand to knock on the door.
Then the bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of clouds.
So the geese lead away the sorrowful heart, and the mountains carry the beautiful moon.
Chen Yunxi quietly looked at the huge moon wheel that seemed to slowly rise above the human sky after the twilight had drained away.
But in fact, it was just the person who slept with the moon in his arms who went to a higher place, so the bright moon rose alone.
When will the moon come in the blue sky?
Senior brother.
Chen Yunxi stood in front of the Tianmen, quietly watching the white jade plate rising in the fine snow and shining with moonlight.
People today cannot see the moon of ancient times, but today's moon once illuminated the ancient people.
This month still shines like the ancients.
The sword cultivator with white hair and green clothes stood quietly in the snow. He was indeed an ancient man from thousands of years ago.
Senior brother, senior brother.
Chen Yunxi lowered his head silently, carrying the heavy snow on his head, and passed through such a heavenly gate.
It wasn't until he passed through two mountains with opposite cliffs that Chen Yunxi stopped and looked quietly at such a calm and calm lake in the snow. Then he turned around and looked at such a lake again. On a cliff.
The story of Chen Yunxi never setting foot on the twelfth floor.
But such a sword cultivator still stepped through the Tianmen, withstood the wind and snow with his mighty sword spirit, and passed through a place that seemed unreachable to the world.
There is a northern dispatcher from the Heavenly Hell in the human world, who is still looking for answers to certain stories in the southern human world.
Maybe even such an emperor doesn't know. In fact, some answers are really simple.
Just like when a young man saw some words on a stone tablet on the cliff outside Tianshang Town.
The white jade capital in the sky has five cities on the twelfth floor. The immortal stroked my head and tied my hair...
Chen Yunxi looked at the big lake for a long time, sighing. Such a human realm above the clouds and sky had two extremely majestic and long sword marks.
Just like that, a young man in green clothes came side by side with a certain ancient Chu goddess, and a certain person who was sleeping in the big lake finally slowly woke up - of course Chen Yunxi knew very well at which moment such a story happened. Anyone can tell at what moment such a story happened.
It is the moment when countless swords and sword winds fall down in the world.
So some people let go of Mingyue in their arms, stretched out, and maybe smiled and said something about staying down in the clouds and receiving cups in the sky. After getting drunk, the cool breeze blows and people dance on their sleeves.
Then he reached out from behind the young man who sometimes turned into a crane in such a dream, and countless grass turned into fireflies in the world, raised his hand and summoned such a square inch, saying the ten-year sword sect, Qinglian, please.
Chen Yunxi, like the rest of the world, cannot see such stories, so he can only seriously imagine such scenes.
It's not that idle people can't be idle, but those who can be idle must not wait for idle people.
A swordsman who can sleep peacefully like this, waiting for the goddess to return to her position as a true god in the human world.
Of course, his sword, even that of Chen Yunxi, cannot be seen.
If you hear it, you will be hurt, if you see it, you will die.
Chen Yunxi stood there quietly, imagining what such a senior brother might do in this realm of Tianmen.
only.
Senior brother, senior brother.
Chen Yunxi lowered his head and looked at the green wine gourd abandoned by the lake.
You are not like a human being, so you are afraid, right?
Of course Chen Yunxi would think so.
Because he knew what the missing word was in a poem that was once engraved on a stone tablet.
yes.
Immortals caress my head and tie my hair to seek immortality.
When the sword cultivator standing in the snow thought of this, he laughed softly.
Perhaps a certain young man didn't know that a certain senior he met in such a heavenly town was the person who least wanted to see him go very far in the world.
If he doesn't wait for the goddess.
So in all the proper story tracks.
He must be waiting for the boy.
It's a pity that there is no if in the world.
Chen Yunxi didn't think about it anymore and walked forward until he stopped in front of the green wine gourd.
The young man probably took his last sip of wine here, and then he really turned into countless grass-like fireflies in the world.
In the snow and moonlight of those lakes, there are many faint light spots, which are constantly falling towards the big lake.
Chen Yunxi lowered his head and looked at the vast lake behind the Tianmen. In fact, beyond the rippling skylight and moonlight in the lake, and beyond the misty fine snow, the lake was extremely clear, clear enough to see such an entire lake. In this world, everything is like in a mirror.
Like such a young man, Chen Yunxi stood by the lake for a long time, lowering his head and looking at the world of undulating mountains and rivers.
Such a white-haired swordsman sighed in amazement.
“The mountains are high and the rivers are long, and there are thousands of things. Without an old pen, how could a young and strong person be poor?”
Chen Yunxi picked up the wine gourd abandoned in the snow and said softly.
"How can this be the case in such a human world?"
Chen Yunxi uncorked the wine, took a sip of wine, looked up at the snow on Mingyue Mountain, and said with a smile.
"Senior brother, let's encourage each other."
...
Life is like sending it away suddenly, and there is no solid stone in life.
...
It is better to drink fine wine and be submissive.
...
Yu Dan stopped in front of such a small courtyard.
This is a courtyard in a small alley somewhere in the west of the town.
The place has been deserted, nothing is left, even the cobwebs on the door are so big it looks like someone has broken the air at the door.
Although people in the town only remember the blacksmith who was by the Reed River in the east of the town, this dispatcher from the north of Heavenly Prison still sincerely found this place.
Back then, there was a prison official who was carrying a long and resolute sword and knocked on the door of the courtyard.
Finally, he left here in a daze.
Yu Dan didn't know what the sword cultivator named Ximen had seen or experienced in this courtyard.
But when he pushed open the courtyard door, he did see some stoves and utensils used for forging iron and swords, and an orange-yellow bamboo chair placed under the eaves that had been worn with a watery color.
Of course, there are also some sentences written in the dust on the stone steps in front of the door as if they had nothing to do.
That person who should have been the best blacksmith in the East China Sea has probably disappeared from the world.
If His Majesty hadn't remembered.
Probably this Heavenly Prison Northern Dispatcher would not remember such a story about the best blacksmith in the East China Sea.
Of course, not to mention the people in these small towns.
Yu Dan stood there in silence for a long time, and finally did not go in.
Probably there really is no such blacksmith in the world.
He may be in the town, or he may be outside the town.
But all the world knows about him is probably the only word "Donghai Blacksmith".
Yu Dan left such a town silently with such a sword.
...
The real person is not me.
But how can a worldly person be a real person?
Of course the world can only be me.
...
Liu Qinghe stopped in front of such a hanging road leading to the cliff.
This Lord of Heavenly Hell had to be invited here by people from the Tiangong Department to prevent some accidents from happening because a certain young man insisted on passing through the white air and taking a look at the depths.
But for Liu Qinghe, this was probably a very boring thing.
So the Lord of Heavenly Hell was yawning a lot and feeling drowsy.
Song Yingxin looked at Liu Qinghe with a strange expression. This was probably the first time he saw Liu Qinghe like this.
"Why do you look so uninterested?"
Liu Qinghe was wearing a black robe, leaning on a rock, smiling melancholy, and said: "Because you don't know that there are things in the world that should be seen recently. Many people are watching, but I am being watched. You called me underground, and looking at such a young man, what interest do you think I can have?"
Song Yingxin asked with some confusion: "Is there anything in the world that should be seen?"
Liu Qinghe thought for a while, looked up at the stone domes with lights above the mist, and said slowly: "The world is wonderful, the dusk is wonderful. There are some people who even though they know it is impossible to see them, they still want to go there. Things to look at.”
"Since you know you can't see it, why bother looking around?"
Listening to Song Yingxin's words, Liu Qinghe laughed and said softly: "If you were fourteen or fifteen years old and heard that two great swordsmen were fighting in the south, would you want to go and see it?"
Song Yingxin thought carefully for a long time, and then said sincerely: "Probably. Not only did I poke my head around, I also thought about bringing a few days' worth of dry food."
Of course this is more than just fun.
It is also a kind of spiritual sustenance.
The old man looked at the young man, looking around and thinking that he was that young man.
Liu Qinghe said melancholy: "Song Yingxin, Song Yingxin, you made me miss a good show in the world."
Song Yingxin was speechless, probably feeling a little guilty, so he turned his head and said seriously: "Hanguang has done it, and I'll get you the best one."
Liu Qinghe leaned against the cliff and huddled under his black robe, which probably made him look more like a great ape.
"I don't want anything like that. It's too ostentatious."
People who like to see white flowers probably don’t like that kind of ostentatious thing.
Therefore, even though Liu Qinghe is actually very strong, very few people know about it. Even the servant Zhong Shui Bottle, who was also a great demon, never thought that Liu Qinghe was so strong.
Song Yingxin shrugged and said, "Don't forget it."
Liu Qinghe just smiled and said nothing more. Although the Lord of Heavenly Hell yawned profusely, he still stayed here sincerely for the sake of Song Yingxin.
Such a suspended road rising in the Tiangong Division was submerged in the white air, but in fact, the figure of a young man holding an umbrella could not be seen.
But the two of them still looked there for a long time.
"Has the Tiangong Department figured out the problem with that umbrella?"
Liu Qinghe suddenly mentioned such a thing.
Song Yingxin said melancholy: "No, we are missing some research that seems to be very critical. It seems that it is like a mountain separated by clouds, and there is no solution."
Liu Qinghe said softly: "If you don't understand it, forget it. Maybe this is not something that people in the current world can understand."
Song Yingxin frowned and said, "What do you mean?"
Liu Qinghe looked up at the dome walls and said with a slight smile: "It's not like the world is going to die. There are some problems that probably don't need to be so urgent."
Song Yingxin was silent for a while, looked at the Lord of Hell and said, "I thought you would be very anxious about such a story under an umbrella."
Liu Qinghe said softly: "Why have we ever been in a hurry?"
Probably not.
An umbrella that can be held by a young man may indeed not be so urgent.
Even Cong Ren and Kamigawa only reminded the young man when he was distracted.
The Lord of Hell lowered his head and said as if talking to himself: "We are actually not in a hurry for anything. After all, it is useless if we are the only one who is anxious."
Song Yingxin felt that what he heard was a little confusing.
After all, in front of such great monsters in the world, even though Song Yingxin looks older, he is actually still young.
It's a pity that Liu Qinghe didn't continue to explain what he was anxious about.
Song Yingxin did not continue to ask.
The two of them looked into the mist and white light together.
There were many sword lights hanging there, and it was clear that this was the administrative office of the Tiangong Division. However, under such a picture, it was too fantasy to be like the human world.
Such a young man holding an umbrella was walking very cautiously with a sword hanging on the white air suspension road.
But in fact, the immortal energy left in the Tiangong Division, which even blocked Liu Qinghe, did not hurt such a young man.
Even after passing through the entire suspended road, the white air was just as gentle as many snow-white fish, surrounding him.
Nan Dao looked at his own divine sea. Many isolated islands of vitality in the divine sea were rotating rapidly, breathing in the extremely pure air that overflowed in the human world.
The young man couldn't help but think of what the emperor said to him in the alley of the world.
Perhaps the roots of such a young man are indeed far greater than anyone imagined.
So much so that even if it is chopped into pieces by the sword, facing such a thing, it can still breathe and move safely.
Nan Dao looked at the scene in his divine sea in silence for a long time, and then turned his gaze to the cliff in front of him.
The cliff is not high, but is filled with white air. If such a cliff did not exist in Tiangong Division, but on the bank of some green mountains and lakes, it would probably look like an ethereal fairy mountain emerging from the dust.
But the light from the human lights in the Tiangong Division suppressed those ethereal meanings.
So it looked very weird.
It was as weird as the prime minister riding a flying fairy through the snowy mountains to meet the Southern Chu spirit wizard.
There is a path leading to higher ground.
Nan Dao looked at it for a long time, then raised his hand to hold the sword beside him - for some reason, such a sword seemed to be making a slight noise today.
The young man thought it was because he had encountered the immortal spirit in the world, but he didn't think much about it. He held the Parrot Island and slowly walked through the white mist towards the upper level.
The end point for all the overflow of immortal energy is on the upper level of such a cliff.
In Song Yingxin's words, that young man from the East China Sea was there to welcome something newer to the world.
The path up the cliff is not long and there are no obstacles.
The young man climbed up very easily.
Only when the young man walked up to the top of such a cliff, he stopped there in a daze.
Deep in the white mist, there was a ray of light, like thousands of rays of light falling from the sky, but they only gathered in that one place.
The stone walls of Huaidu were not broken.
Those things that seemed like light from the sky just came from a finger extended by a young man holding a cane and wrapped like a rice dumpling.
Thousands of bright white rays of light flowed from the fingertips like a river of stars.
And it’s not just the teenagers who are just in a daze?
After hearing the footsteps behind him, he may have mistaken the young man for the head of a certain Tiangong Department.
The young man from the East China Sea, who had once stepped through the Heavenly Gate in a dream, turned his head in amazement.
"Are you a person from heaven? Sir, Sir."
The young man held an umbrella and stared at the scene blankly, and said almost subconsciously.
"Maybe so."
The light at the young man's fingertips is not a galaxy, but it seems far better than a galaxy - it is the condensed immortal energy created by the people of Tiangong Division.
At this moment, the young man whose head was chopped open by a broad stroke might indeed have seen the light from the outside of the pumpkin.
