The prime minister left here speechless.
Lu Xiaoer sat by the night stream, watching the scholar leave silently in the light of the broken sword on the green mountain, and did not feel that he had won the conversation.
In fact, the young man who was a Lingnan sword cultivator had already lost when he opened his mouth.
Lu Xiaoer silently withdrew his gaze, held his sword and sat in a quiet green mountain, slowly closed his eyes, and did not look at anything again.
A young man's rest and practice are naturally short-lived.
When there was a slight light on the horizon, Lu Xiaoer had already opened his eyes again.
The fatigue from digging graves all day yesterday has dissipated a bit, but not much.
Lu Xiaoer dispersed the vitality and sword intention around him, stood up slowly with his sword in his hand, then took out the sword in his hand and walked towards the streamside with the sword in hand.
At present, those tombs are all beside such a Tingfeng stream. Naturally, Lu Xiaoer has seriously considered this.
The soil beside the stream is soft and wet, and there are fish to eat in the stream.
These are the two most important factors.
Probably only in this way can such a young boy write a good conclusion to the story of Lingnan for a longer period of time.
The young boy who got up in the early morning walked to the stream, put down the sword in his hand, knelt by the stream to wash his face, and then jumped into the stream with his sword. The stream was not deep, but it was not shallow either. There was a mountain stream in front of him, and the water here became very fast.
But he is a swordsman after all.
No matter how fast the water was, it probably didn't affect the young boy's ability to catch some dark backs passing over the gravel at the bottom of the stream.
Xiwu Sword passed a sword light trajectory very quickly and accurately in the still dark sky, and plunged into the water with a pop.
When it was brought out again, it was already covered with a very fat fish - which was probably not common in Lingnan in previous years.
At that time, 80,000 sword cultivators lived in this mountain range. Not only the fish, but also the average size of rabbits and wild boars were all eaten down by an inch.
Lu Xiaoer silently looked at the fat and unusually big fish in his hand, then carried it and waded up to the stream bank.
In the dark and uncertain morning, some fires rose in the green mountains.
Lu Xiaoer briefly handled the fish and put it on the fire. Then he didn't care about it anymore. He just held the sword and sat quietly by the stream. At this moment, the young boy seemed to Suddenly, I understood why my uncle always sat in silence like that.
Because of confusion.
So this is how I feel, uncle.
Lu Xiaoer raised his head and looked at the mountaintops in the distance that gradually had red glow on their edges.
The sky changes in light and dark only suddenly.
When the morning sun appeared on the top of the mountain for the first time, the world in the mountain that the young boy saw became brighter.
Lu Xiaoer subconsciously turned his head to look at the fish on the side.
The disemboweled fish hung on the fire like a kite, still exuding a bright and moist luster. Only then did Lu Xiaoer notice that the fire was probably a little smaller, and he found some dry firewood and threw it on the fire. There.
As the fire grew stronger, the aroma of grilled fish did slowly spread.
Lu Xiaoer took a breath and continued to sit by the stream, waiting for the fish to cook.
Nothing special happened today.
That kind of scholar in white probably really left.
In fact, this is not the first time such a thing has happened.
When the young boy successfully set foot on Fengqiling, Mr. Xuanxuyuan came. After all, Lingnan is quiet nowadays, but Lingbei is not like that. Not only are there large armies stationed there, but there are also many upper realm practitioners and shamans. The ghostly people stay.
It is naturally impossible for such a young boy to hide his identity from everyone's eyes.
But most of the practitioners who stood in the green mountains and looked at the young boy remained silent about Lu Xiaoer's existence.
Lu Xiaoer didn't want to provoke them anymore. Drawing the sword outside Shanyue City was naturally stupid and unnecessary.
The young boy sat by the stream for a while. The sky finally brightened up and the fish was finally grilled. Lu Xiaoer stood up from the stream and picked up the fish skewered with wooden sticks. Carrying the Xiwu Sword on his back, he walked forward while eating.
Although there was a stream not far ahead, it was just such a process that it would take Lu Xiaoer a very long time to walk.
The grass blades in July were swaying in the wind. Some swords were exposed, while others were lying on the ground. There were also many, immersed in the stream and washed clean.
Of course, Lu Xiaoer couldn't find everyone.
He can only try his best to find what he can. The sword and the person are both on the ground, so he buries the sword and the person in the green mountains. If he can only find the person but no sword, it is just that there is one less on the grave. It was just swords, but he could only find swords but not people, so Lu Xiaoer threw those swords into the stream. Maybe in the future someone would find some good swords among those broken swords and start to embark on the journey of sword cultivation. road.
Lu Xiaoer walked slowly, and when he finished eating the fish, he had already thrown several swords into the stream. He also marked several places on this stream bank with the bones of Lingnan sword repairers.
The young boy sucked some juice from the fish bones, then threw the fish bones and the stick into the pile of fire that had not been extinguished before. He picked up his sword and started digging the grave for a new day.
Such stories are of course boring and repetitive, and also emotionally depressing.
Lu Xiaoer sometimes gets distracted and misremembers the origins of those sword cultivators. For example, he writes Xiao Jiufeng Sword Sect as Tingfeng Sword Sect.
But probably something like this won't have much impact, it's just a new tombstone.
As for the wrong piece of writing, it may not be useless. In such a quiet green mountain, there is probably no useless tombstone.
When Lu Xiaoer was grilling fish in the early morning, he glanced to the west and saw the stream not far away. It was only in the afternoon that the little boy covered in mud finally walked to the stream. Down.
This place was probably the site of a very brutal battlefield. Both sides of the stream were full of broken swords and whitened bones.
Lu Xiaoer, leaning on his sword, fell silent for a while while looking down at the clothes scattered on the nearby corpses.
Among these bones, there are only a very few sword cultivator's bones. Not only through the clothes, this can also be seen from the condition of the bones. Even if the physical strength of the sword cultivator is incomparable in the world of cultivation, Master Taoist, after all, these are bones that have been baptized and tempered by the vitality of heaven and earth and the will of the sword. They are always different from the bones of ordinary people.
The young boy looked at the piled bones in silence, then raised his head and looked up along the stream that was about dozens of feet high.
Although there are no high-level sword cultivators in Lingnan, they are just small-level sword cultivators. To the world, they might not be considered high-level swordsmen.
So probably at that time, there was indeed a sword cultivator here who was at a higher level than others, and he stayed here.
Lu Xiaoer didn't think about what happened next.
Of course, the story of Lingnan did not come later.
A sunken water pool was created under the stream. Lu Xiaoer held his sword and searched for a long time among the vegetation in the surrounding streams and forests. He did not find the bones of a sword cultivator that matched his guess, so he raised the Picking up his sword, he jumped into the stream and waded towards the small pool that was about ten feet wide.
The stream gradually deepened, submerging the little boy little by little.
In such a place, the stream mud has naturally been washed away long ago, and the bottom is full of clean stones, as well as some swords and other things.
The water in the pool is clear, with no trace of blood remaining. Just like all the past stories, they have long gone with the flow and will never return.
Lu Xiaoer swam all the way to the bottom of the pool. When he reached the deepest point, his expression suddenly changed.
The Xiwu Sword in his hand seemed to make a faint sound of sword sound. The young boy lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand. The sword trembled slightly and made some small ripples.
There is no such thing as a sword that sounds out of thin air.
If there is nothing, at least there must be wind blowing.
Lu Xiaoer's eyes moved away from the Xiwu Sword and looked at the stones at the bottom of the pool. There seemed to be a faint sword pressed under some gravel and leaves.
The young boy was silent for a long time, walked over with breathless concentration, bent down in the water, and pushed aside the fallen leaves at the bottom of the pool.
A sword with a name appeared in front of Lu Xiaoer's eyes. On it were the words "liangxianghuan", which was rippling in the shallow pool of water illuminated by the sun.
Lu Xiaoer looked at the sword in silence for a long time, then reached out to hold the hilt and pulled it out from under the stone.
A very clear sword cry sounded from the bottom of the pool.
Such a sword with a name, like the Xiwu Sword, had endured all the torments without being destroyed, and the sword with the cold light on it lay quietly in Lu Xiaoer's hands.
In fact, not all Lingnan swords have names.
For example, the swords of the Tianya Sword Sect began to have names in September of the year 103 of the Great Wind Calendar.
Famous beauties fall in love with each other.
Lu Xiaoer softly recited this verse that Lu Xiaosan brought back from the Sword Lake.
In a corner not far from the bottom of the pool, a sword light suddenly burst out of the water, then hung down from the stream pool and was nailed in front of the young boy.
But Qingguo did not appear.
This scene made Lu Xiaoer suddenly think of something. He raised his head and looked across the pools of water towards the place outside where the green mountains and sky were shining.
Maybe it's an illusion.
This little boy from Lingnan suddenly saw a petal that looked like a peach blossom, slowly falling from the stream.
Lu Xiaoer no longer paid attention to the sword stuck at the bottom of the pool, and hurriedly floated upward with Liang Xianghuan and Xi Wu.
After the little boy broke out of the water, a peach blossom just happened to hang down from the mountain stream and landed in the pool. It floated slowly and stopped in front of the little boy.
Lu Xiaoer's pupils shrank sharply, looking at the peach blossom in front of him in disbelief.
It is already July in this world, how can there be such a thing as a peach blossom?
Why didn't the Sword of Overpowering the Country appear as I recited it?
Lu Xiaoer caught the peach blossom, remained silent for a while, jumped out of the creek, and took a look at the sky. The sun was slanted, but there was probably still a long period of time for the young boy to go. Explore many things. So he called back the famous flower sword from the pool and placed it neatly beside the stream. Then, holding the Xiwu Sword, he found a rugged mountain road heading upward on the side of the mountain stream, and climbed towards the top of the mountain stream. go.
Although the young boy was a little tired.
It's just that a mountain stream with a height of tens of feet is really not that high for a sword cultivator.
Lu Xiaoer successfully climbed onto such a mountain stream a quarter of an hour later.
A stream of twilight splashes.
The young boy held the Xiwu Sword and stood there silently, looking at the opposite side of the mountain stream for a long time.
Deep in a certain gorge covered with sword marks and green moss, Lu Xiaoer seemed to vaguely hear some babbling singing.
There was a slight pause in the middle, which turned into some very dull and slight coughing sounds, and then continued singing.
This babbling sound is no stranger to the young boy.
When Nan Island left Lingnan, the young boy heard such a sound in the Tianqian Town at the foot of Lingnan Mountain.
Chu Yao.
At that time, this small Dao realm swordsman who was the granddaughter of an old swordsman from a certain human sword sect suddenly lost to Nan Dao - because the young boy's sword fell from the mountain, and he became the swordsman by chance. A powerful sword.
Later she went to Lingnan.
Lu Xiaoer's heart was full of surprises. He didn't believe that when Lingnan was completely destroyed and those Wujia rebels and people from Xuanxuyuan had appeared outside Shanyue City, they were in such a mountainous area south of Huai'an. , this sword cultivator named Chu Yao is still alive.
The sun's color fell into the stream with an indescribably rich color. Such a thick color made the young boy feel heavy and complicated. Along with that babbling tone, there might be something strange about it. the taste of.
Lu Xiaoer hesitated for a long time, then tightened his grip on the Xiwu Sword in his hand. With the sword spirit of the world in white clothes surrounding him, he stepped into the rushing water and waded towards the other side.
The babbling tone was still there. Lu Xiaoer crossed the stream, and the sky seemed to get darker, but it was just that the twilight in the west of the stream was blocked by the green mountains.
Some green pines and ancient cypresses grow quietly beside the stream, and together with the gray rocks of the stream, a trail is formed around it, heading towards the depths.
The young boy stood there all wet. Finally he gritted his teeth, picked up his sword, and walked quickly towards it.
There is a valley behind the stream.
It was only when the young boy first saw the valley that a sword light came suddenly in the dusk. Lu Xiaoer looked startled and hurriedly blocked the way with his sword.
There was a loud sound in the green mountains, and then it quickly fell silent.
Dusk fell on the valley entrance.
Lu Xiaoer looked at the sword blocked in front of him in silence. Above the sword was the word "Qing Guo".
The sword turned back and Lu Xiaoer picked up the sword and chased after him. He walked into the valley. Before he saw him, he first saw some very bright peach blossoms scattered on the ground.
The young boy was silent for a while, lowered the sword in his hand, looked up, and saw a man in green clothes standing in the valley, with his back to the young boy. There was a peach blossom behind him - maybe it was brought from the small building in Luofeng Canyon.
The babbling sound stopped, and the Qingguo Sword returned to the woman in green, whining softly.
"It turns out...it's the second senior brother."
When Lu Xiaoer heard such calm words from the second senior brother, he fell silent.
Lu Xiaosan and the others would never call themselves Second Senior Brother, they would only call them Senior Senior Brother, just like Le Chaotian calls Nan Dao.
Only a woman like Chu Yao called him Second Senior Brother when she came from Lingnan because of some stories about Yunjue Town.
Lu Xiaoer was silent for a long time. Although the sword in his hand was hanging low, it was not put into the scabbard and was still held in his hand.
"Everyone in Lingnan is dead, why are you still alive?"
This is certainly a very strange thing.
Chu Yao still stood with his back to the young boy, and just said softly: "Senior brother, have you seen this peach blossom?"
Of course Lu Xiaoer saw it, and he also knew that the peach blossoms blooming in July in the human world, except for the Sword Sect in the human world, could only be found in Tianya Town and Canyon House.
The young boy's eyes fell on the peach blossom again, but after the eyes that were initially attracted by those peach blossoms dropped, a look of surprise appeared on Lu Xiaoer's face.
Peach blossoms are naturally peach blossoms, but such a prosperous peach blossom does not grow in this valley behind the stream.
The crooked rhizomes stretched out from the back of Chu Yao, and a large area of bright red color was smeared there.
Lu Xiaoer stood there in a daze.
Chu Yao's voice came again.
"In the Battle of Lingnan, I was seriously injured and on the verge of death, so I sat by the Tingfeng River and looked up at the dusk. Tingfeng Yin and Gu Shanhong's seniors had already died, and there were not many sword cultivators left in Lingnan."
Chu Yao paused for a moment and sighed softly.
"At that time, I also thought I was going to die. That was indeed the case at the time. My body became cold and it was difficult for me to pronounce any syllables. The heart that was pierced by a rebel's sword no longer flowed. The blood was probably all gone. So I rolled down the mountain stream."
The story seemed to end here. Chu Yao didn't speak for a long time, but just lowered his head, as if looking at his heart.
Lu Xiaoer just stood there quietly holding his sword.
Now that he came here and saw such a woman in green standing in the dusk of the valley, the story probably did not end like this.
"When I was in the Tianya Sword Sect, I heard my master and my brothers talk about my uncle. He brought back an immortal peach blossom from somewhere."
Chu Yao smiled softly.
"But you also know that in spring, no one will believe that there are peach blossoms that will never die or be defeated."
Because spring is the season when peach blossoms bloom.
Before the time of decline arrives, naturally no one will believe such words.
"But when I woke up from the bottom of the creek, I looked at the peach blossom stuck in my heart and felt the vitality coming from it..."
Chu Yao turned around calmly.
"I believe it."
Lu Xiaoer stood there in a daze, looking at the woman in green, whose clothes were covered with tiny peach branches and swaying peach blossoms - there was even a peach blossom growing on her lips. The flow of words spitting out from the lips and teeth made such a peach blossom tremble uncontrollably.
