The story of heaven is of course invisible.
Even if you are like Chen Yunxi and go far away from Tianmen, you can still only see some scattered snow in the sky and mountains.
But of course human stories can be seen.
It's just that for such a human world, most people probably don't know the stories in heaven.
Even the movement when the autumn water fell off the cliff is better known to the world than this story.
Countless grasses in the world are fireflies.
But no one knows that grass is a firefly.
Perhaps it is true that some people who have walked through the mountains and rivers of the world will think of a young man in green clothes with a wine gourd that he once saw by chance.
However, people in the world have to meet too many unfamiliar people in their lives.
Who would really remember such a young man for a long time?
When Liu Qinghe walked out of the Tiangong Department, there was not much twilight left in the world.
The world is still busy, stepping on the fallen leaves and talking about today's experiences with fellow travelers.
The Lord of Heavenly Hell stood quietly on the streets of Huaidu, raising his head and quietly looking at the vast world like thousands of clouds and rivers.
Even the story of the goddess disappearing from the south would only be blown by the wind in the human world after a long time.
Therefore, there will be another unsolved mystery in the hearts of the world. Why did the ancient Chu gods and ghosts come and why did they disappear?
In fact, the hustle and bustle of the human world is far above the human world.
The world can only hear fragments.
Liu Qinghe looked at it for a long time, but had to admit that there was really nothing good to see.
The same goes for those below the Sophora City, and the same goes for those above the Sophora City.
Probably the really beautiful ones are some Sophora japonica trees or some small flowers blooming in the corner.
When Liu Qinghe was about to leave, he saw some ministers of the court, such as the new Minister of War, rushing towards the palace in the long street.
The idle Lord of Hell stopped one person and asked curiously: "What are you doing in the palace at this time?"
The Ministry of War official saluted and said hurriedly: "I heard that we are going to deal with the rebellion in the south..."
Liu Qinghe did not continue to stop them.
After all, this is an expected and natural story.
The south has always been outside the control of Huaidu, simply because of such a goddess who came out of the great swamp.
The benefits of the goddess naturally make the whole world feel extremely troublesome.
Now that the goddess has finally gone to the sky with such a sword cultivator who has been sleeping for thousands of years, the story of Da Feng Dynasty should probably be sorted out.
However, this was probably something that had nothing to do with the Lord of Hell. Liu Qinghe was still leisurely, walking in the gradually darkening streets and heading into the distance.
When passing by the Siwu Demon Mansion, Liu Qinghe saw the Qingtian Taoist Mei Xiyu who had returned.
The Taoist was standing at the door of the small courtyard with his invisible shackles, looking at the silent mansion.
The small town girl stayed in the town and probably would not come to Sophora Capital again, but Mei Xiyu still came to Sophora Capital.
Of course, human stories must have a beginning and an end.
Of course, Mei Xiyu's sentence is still one and a half years away.
It would have been about two and a half years, had the truth of some of the stories not been revealed.
Such a day is a bit too beautiful.
"Master Liu is quite free."
Mei Xiyu said with emotion as she looked at the tall man in black robe walking towards him with a slight smile.
When Liu Qinghe heard this, he shook his head and said, "It's just that you never saw me when I was busy."
Mei Xiyu turned to look at the Siwu Demon Mansion, and said slowly: "In the story of Lord Attendant, Master Liu is very leisurely, but I am running around. What is the Lord busy with?"
Liu Qinghe said seriously: "Of course I'm busy. You don't know that I take care of all the pear trees in the Huaidu Heavenly Prison. Isn't this still busy?"
It's probably really busy.
Mei Xiyu was silent for a while and said, "Actually, I can help you take care of the yard."
Liu Qinghe smiled and said: "Bai Mei Xiyu is indeed a name that makes you like Qingtian as soon as you hear it. This matter is probably suitable for you, but after thinking about it, let it go, lest Bai Yuyao say that I am calling you Qingtian blindly. A man of the Tao.”
The man in black robe shook his head and walked over. He stopped halfway, looked back at Mei Xiyu and said, "I heard that Qin Chulai died?"
Mei Xiyu looked at Liu Qinghe's back silently.
In fact, although Qin Chulai is dead, this is probably still unknown to the world. After all, the Taoist died in Qingtian Dao back mountain without any movement.
But Liu Qinghe, who was in Huaidu, somehow knew such a thing.
But since such a question has been asked, it is meaningless to deny it.
Mei Xiyu looked at it for a long time, and then said softly: "Yes."
"pity."
Just as Mei Xiyu didn't know how Liu Qinghe knew about this, he also didn't know what such a pity meant.
So the Taoist thought for a while and asked sincerely: "Why is it such a pity?"
Liu Qinghe turned around with a strange look on his face, looked at Mei Xiyu and said, "It's a pity, shouldn't I be celebrating?"
"..."
Mei Xiyu was silent for a while and said, "I thought you had some deep meaning."
"Indeed, it is, but I can't tell you."
Liu Qinghe smiled slightly, turned and left.
The Taoist was left standing alone on the street like a fool.
...
In fact, many people from Qingtian Dao have left the green mountains and headed towards the human world.
The revelation of the identity of a Taoist who once met Chen Yunxi on Qingshan Qiuyu Trail can naturally bring a lot of things.
Just like when the Human Sword Sect was involved in the Lingnan incident, Xie Cangsheng's story will undoubtedly put such a place of cultivation under great pressure.
Of course there is a way to relieve the pressure, and that is to tell the world that a certain Taoist priest from the East China Sea has a son. Probably the pressure will fall from Qingtian Road to Que Yimen.
It's a pity that Qingtian Dao is not a human sword sect after all.
Of course right and wrong are right and wrong.
There is no doubt that Xie Cangsheng is a Taoist of Qingtian Dao. Even the cause of such a nineteenth chapter is inseparable from the incident of Bai Guan Feng Yu of Qingtian Dao.
Qingtian Dao can only go to the human world as much as possible to pursue the clues of the people in Chapter 19 and find some peace for the human world.
When Mu Yaofeng, a Taoist from Queyimen, stood in the forest road of such a place of practice, he also had some sighs that only the water of the mirror lake in the mountains and the spring breeze would not change the old waves.
Many years ago, when this Taoist was still a young man, he was naturally a member of Qingtian Tao.
Fifty years, when it comes to writing, are naturally extremely short. It probably only takes one breath to rush past.
But when walking among the green hills of the past, one can truly feel the length of such a period of time.
The Taoist melancholy walked through the mountains and forests, stopped on the wooden bridge of the Shanyaoju Lake, and bowed to the woman in a plain Taoist skirt who was sitting quietly by the lake.
"The blue sky... is missing a door. The wood shakes the wind. I have seen the master of the temple."
Bai Yuyao was cooking some of his own medicine to soothe his nerves. In the past, she would cook and take medicine in the bamboo hut behind her.
It's just that in today's human world, such a meditator of Qingtian Dao cannot really hide in a bamboo house to meditate and meditate as he did in the past.
So many things came to the lake.
"Mu Yaofeng..." Bai Yuyao whispered such a name, and then raised his head to look at the not-so-young Taoist on the small bridge in the lake. There was a bit of trance in his eyes. Come over After a long time, he said softly: "Are you a disciple of Senior Brother Lin?"
Of course, Senior Brother Lin is just Senior Brother Lin, a Taoist who has died long ago. There is probably no need to have a name.
So it's just a nostalgic symbol.
Mu Yaofeng bowed his head and stood on the small bridge, and said softly: "Yes. Temple Master."
Bai Yuyao sighed and said nothing more.
There is probably no need for a title like Uncle Master.
The lake was silent for a long time. Finally, when the pot of simmering medicine gradually gave off a bitter smell like the years, Bai Yuyao said softly: "Senior brother, what do you want you to come to Qingtian Road?"
Mu Yaofeng lowered his head and looked at the still water of the lake, and said slowly: "My uncle said thank you to the people, and he is the first to blame. The master of the temple and Qingtian Dao don't have to blame themselves too much. The world can be determined, and if it can't be determined, just adapt to it. wind and rain....."
Bai Yuyao was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "The blame for this matter is his. The lack of a door is far away in the East China Sea. The affairs of the world should have nothing to do with him."
Mu Yaofeng was silent for a while and continued: "Uncle Master also said something."
Bai Yuyao looked up at the Taoist and asked, "What?"
Mu Yaofeng raised his head and glanced back at Donghai. Perhaps he recalled the way the Taoist who had grown older due to sword wounds had looked when he said those words, and his expression became melancholy.
"I see too much destiny, and sometimes I forget that I am actually just a human being."
Bai Yuyao naturally understood what Bu Suanzi meant by this sentence.
If I could put it more clearly, it would probably be that I am just a father.
It's the father's fault if he doesn't teach him.
That's probably it.
Bai Yuyao also suddenly remembered his daughter.
It seems that practitioners often find it difficult to be a qualified parent to the world due to various things.
Or, for the world, this is also a very difficult thing.
It is probably hard to imagine that the two masters of the Qingtian Dao and the Queyi Sect asked a Jiudie Dao cultivator to deliver a message just to tell such a thing.
It's just a human matter, what's not a big deal?
Bai Yuyao was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "I understand, did senior brother say anything else?"
Mu Yaofeng shook his head.
"No more, Master Guan."
Bai Yuyao looked in the direction of Huaidu silently.
Bu Suanzi is actually in Huaidu now. Even when he went to Huaidu, he was not very far from Qingtian Road.
It's just that such a Taoist didn't come over to meet his junior sister.
Perhaps it is because it is easy to remember those things in the original view after seeing them, or maybe it is because of the guilt of raising but not teaching, causing the world to be in trouble.
Anyway, the Taoist met Li Shi there, told him something about the bells of destiny, and then hurried to Huaidu.
After a long time, Bai Yuyao said softly: "Some loquat trees in the mountains should be ripe. When you go back, bring some back to senior brother."
Mu Yaofeng nodded and asked curiously: "Did Uncle Master like to eat the loquats in the temple at first?"
Bai Yuyao shook his head and said: "I planted this in the temple after my senior brother left. How could my senior brother like it? It's just loquat to moisten the lungs. Senior brother suffered a lot of sword intent, and he coughed a lot after eating it. Something always helps.”
Mu Yaofeng was silent for a while, bowed, and said, "Master Guan, thank you for your trouble."
Bai Yuyao just reached out and opened the medicine jar on the side, and said softly: "You don't have to call me uncle, but naturally I still have to call him senior brother. Go ahead."
Mu Yaofeng said nothing more and turned around to leave on the bridge over the lake.
Of course, Qingtian Dao would not argue with the Que family because of a certain person named Xie Cangsheng.
After all, these two places of practice are actually the places of practice of the human emperor.
Probably only Shanheguan was the one who really broke through.
.......
The story of June in the human world seems to be going on without any waves.
No one noticed what kind of story happened one evening in June.
Even the East China Sea.
People just feel as if a gust of wind has been blowing through the world, which is very gentle and pleasant.
Then everything disappeared in the dusk.
The blindfolded sword cultivator in white clothes sat quietly on the edge of a cliff somewhere in the East China Sea. The waves were rippling, just like the sounds in his divine sea.
Of course, some people will not admit that they have forgotten what this young man who has been practicing swordsmanship for six years and seven years is going to do.
But obviously some things are never forgotten.
The sword cultivator sitting on the sea cliff holding the mountain and river sword is probably indeed a rare fish in the world.
I broke into the main road in March last year, and by December, there were already five stacks.
The sword cultivator currently sitting on the beach listening to the sound of waves in the human world is probably entering the six layers.
This fish's savings in its young years are probably far beyond the imagination of the world.
The blood on the sword was the same as the blood on the white clothes. It seemed that it could not be wiped clean, so Zhang Xiaoyu didn't care about it anymore and just let the color stay on the sword for a long time.
Those are the blood of Donghai Sword Cultivator.
As the most powerful sword among the 19 chapters in the world, Baiyi will certainly see blood.
There was a sword light coming from the horizon, with an extremely decisive killing intent, but such a swordsman in white didn't even move his eyebrows and let the sword fall.
It's just that the sword that was once called Wolfberry and is now called Senior Brother, when it approached Zhang Xiaoyu, it stopped three feet in front of him, unable to move forward. It was just in the relaxation of those sword intentions and Taoist rhyme, Together with the sound of the waves under the sea cliff, it made a very majestic and trembling sound.
After a long time, the sword cultivator in white calmly stretched out his hand, raised his hand past the sword intent wrapped around the sword, and directly grabbed the sword body. Only then did all the sword sounds fall into silence.
It's like a big wave hitting a cliff and falling down.
The sword was caught in front of him, and it made a long and low sound with another meaning in the sea breeze.
Zhang Xiaoyu quietly listened to the sound of the sword in the wind, but smiled extremely calmly.
With that kind of calm smile, it's hard to tell what such a sword cultivator is thinking, maybe it's sarcasm, maybe it's regret.
"Senior brother, you have fallen too far behind me. Look, your sword is like a useless floating wolfberry."
The white-clothed swordsman quietly grasped the sword like a wolfberry he had just picked out from a cup, and sat there talking to himself.
Of course there is a gap between swordsmanship and swordsmanship.
So senior brother is not as good as junior brother.
Zhang Xiaoyu seemed to feel a little bored, so he casually threw the sword aside and stuck it on the cliff, trembling continuously.
The white-clothed swordsman held his sword, stood up on the sea cliff, looked at the sea breeze, looked at the waves, and finally looked at the sky above the East China Sea.
Then the ears of such a swordsman began to bleed.
The sound of wind really cannot describe that kind of moonlight.
only.
Even Zhang Xiaoyu has never thought about it.
Stories that the world cannot see.
He is a person who uses his ears as eyes, but he can still see.
after all.
When people in the world are like mayflies and butterflies, when a man holding the moon wakes up, the breeze blowing in the blink of an eye is as vast as a violent surge.
As a result, the white-clothed sword cultivator raised his head to listen to the wind. His ears began to bleed, and sword marks began to appear on his cheeks. Just like the sword winds from high in the sky, which were not far away, they fell on the sword cultivator's face very realistically. Same.
Zhang Xiaoyu's face was full of blood, but his expression was very calm. He raised his hand to rub the liquid on his face and said softly: "So far, so fast. Senior..."
"You sure are damn good."
Maybe such a swordsman sleeping with the moon in his arms really deserves to die.
If there is no goddess in the world, if he has a wrong thought...
Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head and kept stroking the sword in his hand.
There is no need for sword immortals in the world, unless such a sword immortal is a young boy named Lu Xiaosan.
This sword in white stands on the sea cliff, thinking very calmly.
The blood dripping from the ears was hitting the mountain and river sword bit by bit. When it flowed away from the sword, it left some very deep marks, just like this person listening to the sword wind in the sky. The same sword marks on the sword cultivator's face.
He may have forgotten that he actually asked the young man in Qingshang such a question when he was at Jingsi Lake in Nanyi City.
Senior came to the human world, why?
It's just that the sword cultivators in white at that time were probably far less paranoid and crazy than they are now.
As a result, everyone in the East China Sea Sword Sect is in danger and has to stay together for warmth.
It's just that even though the East China Sea Sword Sect has many sword cultivators in the Dao Cliff Master Realm, they can't stop the sword of such a sword cultivator.
Perhaps it was just like what Zhang Xiaoyu said sadly when Cong Ren died.
The white-clothed swordsman calmly wiped away the blood on the sword and sent the sword in his hand to the world.
"Master, you really taught me very well."
Fortunately, he was already too far away from the shore, and even the Donghai Sword Sect could not stop him.
