In fact, when they were in Tianya Town, Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan both speculated about the relationship between such a peach tree by the lake and their uncle.
After all, Uncle Master's sword is clearly pitch black, but its name is Peach Blossom.
Moreover, when this uncle cooks fish in the canyon, others add green pepper and chopped green onion, but he is unique and wants to add peach blossom.
He also likes to drink peach blossom wine.
When the master brought the uncle back from Nanyi City, he was clearly injured so badly that everyone thought he would not survive. Even the master had given up and planned to drag him to the back mountain and bury him.
As a result, he survived.
How is this not surprising?
It's just that Uncle Master himself is a strange person.
There were too many secrets in such a young man who was always silent, and the young men just guessed and didn't ask anything.
But when Lu Xiaoer saw the peach blossom that happened to be inserted into Chu Yao's heart, thus causing such a woman to survive, the young boy had to admit that maybe his original guesses were indeed right.
"Why is there such a peach blossom appearing here in Tingfeng River?"
Lu Xiaoer was silent for a while, put the sword in his hand back into the scabbard behind him, looked at Chu Yao who was slowly walking towards this side, and asked softly.
Chu Yao looked down at his red heart, also silent. After a long time, he said softly: "I don't know."
Maybe Chu Yao really didn't know, but the young boy seemed to have remembered something.
My uncle seemed to have cooked peach blossom wine with seniors such as Tingfeng Yin Gu Shanhong on Tingfeng River.
Those peach blossoms were a branch taken from the peach blossom in the wooden vat of Tianya Sword Sect.
The young boy stood there thoughtfully.
Chu Yao, who was dressed in peach blossoms and looked particularly weird, looked at the young boy and said softly: "What did you think of?"
Lu Xiaoer said softly: "Yes, my uncle was once listening to the wind and making wine in the stream. Maybe this peach blossom is the remaining branch that fell into the stream after they picked all the peach blossoms."
Such an answer may also answer the doubts in Chu Yao's heart. The brows of this woman who seemed to have been born with peach blossoms also relaxed a little.
The evening breeze blows slowly from the green mountains, and the mountains are full of rustling. Some leaves seem to be withered and yellow, and are falling slowly.
Chu Yao looked up at the sky and coughed softly. The overwhelming sword was constantly surrounding him.
"I remember you probably went to the East China Sea, second senior brother."
Although he is the second senior brother, this second senior brother is probably far inferior to the junior sister in front of him.
Even though Chu's waist was seriously injured and his sword spirit was weak, after all, he was a sword cultivator in the minor realm.
Lu Xiaoer didn't know why, but he thought of that young uncle.
When my uncle was in the East China Sea, he was already on the verge of looking for plum blossoms. Now, he may have entered the trail.
Lu Xiaoer came back to his senses, his eyebrows lowered, and he silently looked at the green mountains at his feet.
"I heard the story of Lingnan in the East China Sea, so I hurried back."
Chu Yao was silent for a while, looked down at the young boy in front of him, and said with a sigh, "You are back. This may indeed be a touching thing, but senior brother, what's the point?"
There was silence at the entrance of the valley, and the sound of water from the Songxi mountain stream behind him came very noisily, covering up the breathing of the two people in such a valley.
Lu Xiaoer took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards the trail he came from while carrying the Xiwu Sword, and said softly: "I don't know what the meaning is, but if I am still in Lingnan, one day I suddenly hear that I am in Lingnan." The home at the foot of the Youhuang Mountains was burned down, and I will go back and have a look. This is probably the meaning of going back and taking a look. Not to mention..."
Lu Xiaoer paused for a moment and said softly: "It may not really be meaningless."
Chu Yao didn't say anything. The young man walking on the road looked back and saw the woman in green holding Qingguo in her hands, holding her heart and walking there with a painful expression - at her heart, dark red blood was dripping. .
Lu Xiaoer looked at her blankly.
Chu Yao smiled palely and said, "The rhizome of the peach branches is in the flesh and blood. If you move it too much, it will inevitably tear the flesh and blood."
Lu Xiaoer said softly: "You never came out after that?"
Chu Yao said slowly: "I have been recuperating in the valley, not to mention, what can I see when I come out?"
Lu Xiaoer fell silent and said softly: "Then why do you want to come out again this time?"
Chu Yao's face was pale, but he smiled sweetly. He looked at the young boy seriously and said softly, "I want to see what the second senior brother means."
Lu Xiaoer didn't say anything else. He watched the woman forcefully put the sword spirit into her body, seemingly cutting off some peach blossom roots inside her body. Then the woman in green had blood overflowing from the corners of her lips. It was just the pain on her face. But it has weakened a bit.
The two of them walked through the not-too-long path along the stream, and finally stopped at a rock with splashing water.
Chu Yao coughed slightly, then supported the Qingguo Sword in his hand, sat down there, and turned to look at the green hills where the stream was carrying the wind in the dusk.
There are countless graves in the mountains and along the river.
There was no surprise in Chu Yao's expression, he just sighed for a long time and said: "This may indeed have some meaning. It's just that, senior brother, all the people in Lingnan are dead, even if there are too many sword cultivators with no bones left, this is still an extremely long process. How long can you do it?"
Lu Xiaoer was silent for a while, standing by the rock with his sword on his back, looking at the woman beside him who was living with the peach blossoms, and said: "How long can you do it? How long can you do it?"
Chu Yao might indeed be a little moved. He looked back at the young boy and said softly: "It's a pity that junior sister is still alive. Otherwise, she could help a group of senior brothers."
When Lu Xiaoer heard such a sentence, he suddenly lowered his head, raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes, managed a smile, and said, "Actually, I would like to hear more such words."
Chu Yao sighed softly and said: "I can't hear you, senior brother. I saw senior Tingfeng Yin die on the top of a mountain far away with my own eyes. He was one of the highest swordsmen in Lingnan realm. Even when he died, he could only Hold the sword in your hand, how many people do you think can survive in Lingnan?"
Lu Xiaoer was silent for a while and said softly: "Where did senior Ting Feng Yin die?"
Chu Yao narrowed his eyes, as if he was remembering, and finally raised his hand and pointed towards the top of a certain mountain range south of the green mountain.
"There. A sword passed through his heart, and a sword cut off his ear. Then the rebels crowded up recklessly and threw him down in the mountain. In the end, he never stood up again. "
This is probably not decent at all.
A swordsman with white hair who sat by the stream all day long, gossiping and telling stories to people who came and went, and even once rejected Ximen with his sword, probably died too tragically.
Lu Xiaoer remained silent.
Chu Yao continued: "Senior Gu Shanhong wanted to save him at that time, but unfortunately he just sent his sword over, and a piece of the Styx River fell down. The younger sword cultivator was killed by those in the Styx River. The ghost flowers were swallowed up and not even the bones were left behind.”
Lu Xiaoer silently looked at the green hills further south.
As Chu Yao said.
Most of the masters of the Sword Sect, such as the Xiaojiufeng Sword Sect and Tingfeng Jinghong, died in places further south.
When they all died there, it meant that Lingnan's defense line completely collapsed.
The Wujia rebels marched straight in, and a group of exhausted sword cultivators retreated steadily in the green mountains until they reached the edge of Tingfeng River, until they could no longer retreat.
So he fought to the death, and in the end no one survived.
Chu Yao lowered his head and looked at a blooming blood-colored peach blossom on his waist. He folded it off and threw it into the mountain stream. The stream water seemed to be filled with some bright colors, but it quickly returned. Disperse away.
The blood color brought about by such a war is naturally not something that can be blended out by the blood color on a peach blossom.
"I am the last sword cultivator in the small Dao realm in Lingnan."
Chu Yao watched the peach blossom drifting away silently.
The woman in green clothes raised her head and looked quietly at the smoky sky in the southern dusk.
"The seniors said that I had been in Lingnan for too short a time and had insufficient qualifications, so I could only stay further north by Tingfeng Creek."
"But actually they're not right."
Chu Yao may have been a little emotional, but he suddenly bent over and coughed violently. He kept coming for a long time before finally calming down and looking at Qingshan with a pale face.
"What matters in the world is never just about Lingnan."
"In the face of the rebellion in the South, everyone is qualified to draw his sword."
"Even if I had never joined the Lingnan Sword Sect, I would not stand idly by during this war."
Lu Xiaoer stared at Chu Yao blankly. After a long time, he said hesitantly: "You shouldn't be a human swordsman..."
Chu Yao was silent for a while and said softly: "It is true that the sword I cultivated is the sword of the Human Sword Sect, but I have never been a disciple of the Human Sword Sect. When I was in Tianqi Town, it was because my grandfather was unwilling to take action. In the end, You just gave that story to me to handle.”
"If you practice the sword of the Human Sword Sect, then you are a member of the Human Sword Sect. There will only be one Hangu Temple in the world."
Lu Xiaoer didn't say anything else. He naturally understood the meaning of Chu Yao's words.
The Great Road of the World leaves Hangu.
Even Mojian Cliff is no exception.
"The sword has its own stance, and people have their own stance. But the human stance is always higher than the stance of the sword, so people in the world only talk about the sword in hand, but rarely talk about the person who masters the sword."
Chu Yao looked at the dusk green mountains silently.
"Since I am a human being, I will naturally come to Lingnan to fight with my colleagues."
Lu Xiaoer lowered his head, perhaps full of guilt.
Lingnan may not need such a young boy.
But whenever Lu Xiaoer remembered that he was far away in the East China Sea when Lingnan was destroyed, he felt like a defector.
But when the young boy lowered his head, a peach blossom was stretched out in front of him.
Lu Xiaoer raised his head and found that Chu Yao had broken off a peach blossom from behind him and handed it to him.
Lu Xiaoer was a little confused as to what this Junior Sister in the Small Dao Realm meant.
Chu Yao just smiled with a pale face and said, "Young people are at the age to look at flowers, so why do you have to think about these things?"
Lu Xiaoer was stunned for a moment, but did not take the flower. He just looked at Chu Yao and said softly: "Do you know what I am thinking?"
The young boy did not take the peach blossom, and Chu Yao did not force it. He just let go of his hand and let it hit the rocks in the stream, then rolled down and fell into the splashing stream water. Drift away.
"When I saw those swordsmen repairing the tombs, I knew what you were thinking, Second Senior Brother."
Lu Xiaoer looked at the peach blossom that rolled down in embarrassment and was taken away by the stream. He felt a little panicked for no reason. Behind him, the Xiwu Sword suddenly unsheathed, carrying the sword's intention, and wanted to take the peach blossom away. bring back.
Just a slender hand that once dragged its sleeves and moved with the babbling singing caught the sword in the dusk.
Lu Xiaoer watched silently as Chu Yao held the Xiwu Sword horizontally in his hand. The sharp blade cut the woman's palm, and red blood slowly dripped along the blade.
Chu Yao seemed not to have seen or heard anything, and just calmly pressed the sword on his knees.
"Time in the world is like flowing water, and there is nothing in the world that will not be carried away by the current, senior brother."
Lu Xiaoer listened silently to Chu Yao's very soft and quiet words - such a tone might come from the mouth of Yang Chunjian Xie Chunxue, but it probably wouldn't come from a rather cold and arrogant person like Chu Yao. The woman who meant it came out.
The young boy thought silently and looked under the tens of feet of stream water. He saw that a peach blossom had fallen down and was pressed into the pool by the current. Maybe some peach blossoms had been knocked down and were floating in the pool. It was just the twilight. Deep, among the colors that reflect the green mountains and the dusk, it is probably difficult to see a small peach blossom.
Chu Yao covered her lips slightly and coughed. A woman singing an opera must always have a gentle posture.
When the green sleeves were put down, the pale woman had a gentle smile full of longing on her face.
"The Lingnan matter is over, senior brother is now young."
The young man's Xiwu Sword was raised, and it was on the brow of the woman sitting on the rock, and on the shoulder of the young boy standing by the stone.
"Hope of Lingnan..."
Chu Yao said softly, looking at the young boy with bright eyes.
"Senior brother Yu."
Lu Xiaoer listened to such words in a daze, but he did not take the Xiwu Sword that belonged to him. He just said softly after a long silence: "Where are Master and the others?"
Chu Yao didn't say anything, he just pushed the sword in his hand forward and pressed it on the young man's chest.
This seemingly ordinary push from this seriously injured woman was as powerful as a mountain collapsing and falling on the young man's heart.
Lu Xiaoer was caught off guard and pushed down the mountain stream by Chu Yao.
Lu Xiaoer opened his eyes wide, and saw a woman standing up in the dusk during the extremely rapid fall, facing the dusk, like some rotten clothes, with cyan and crimson colors, pieces falling down , piled on the rocks.
"thump!"
The extremely majestic sound of water filled Lu Xiaoer's ears.
The young boy who fell from the mountain stream did not fall straight into the bottom of the pool under the influence of huge gravity. Instead, he seemed to have crossed a non-existent boundary of the pool. At the moment when some space was shattered, he suddenly fell into the pool. Heads popped up above the water.
The little boy floated on the pool water with some dizziness, staring blankly at the green mountains where the sun was setting in the west.
The twilight in the green mountains was thick, all falling down and falling into a pool of clear water.
A piece of peach blossom is slowly floating from not far away.
It took Lu Xiaoer a long time to finally calm down and look at the edge of the pool. There were no two swords fished out from the bottom of the pool by the young boy.
It's just that there isn't one beside the pond, but there is one above the mountain stream.
Lu Xiaoer was silent for a long time. He held the Xiwu Sword and jumped out of the water. Riding the wind of the sword, he landed directly on the high point of such a mountain stream.
There is a sword stuck on the stone in the stream, which is called Liang Xiang Huan.
As a qualified swordsman, the young man's eyesight is naturally good. He saw this when he was under the pond.
Just like the Xiwu Sword, once these swords lose their masters, they will return to the sword lake in Tianya Town.
It’s just that there is no such sword named Liang Xiang Huan.
Because there was a corpse that had turned into white bones on top of the rocks, and it was still holding such a sword before it died. This led to the two Xianghuan staying in this green mountain, or maybe ——Lu Xiaoer looked at the cluster of peach blossoms next to the corpse. Maybe after his uncle finished cooking the wine, there really was such a broken branch that fell on the green mountain and bloomed until July. Undefeated.
The two famous beauties are in love with each other, and the king often laughs at them.
Lu Xiaoer remembered that his junior brother Lu Xiaosan had recited such a poem.
so what?
All those self-consistent logics may be just guesses in the young man's cognition - there is no peach blossom that can bring people back to life. All the conversations were just the boy's subconscious talking to himself.
Lu Xiaoer stood there wet, silently looking at the bones in front of him.
Then he turned his head and looked west of Jianshui.
There is no trail leading to the valley behind a certain stream.
Just some rugged gray-green stone walls.
Lu Xiaoer stood there in silence for a long time, then slowly bent down and reached out to pick up the uncorrupted clothes of a corpse on the rocks, just like the boring and repetitive things he did in Lingnan. Same.
Lu Xiaoer carefully identified such a piece of clothing.
Or there is no need to identify it.
When the young boy stood under the stream and looked up and saw the sword stuck on the rock in the stream, he had already guessed a lot of things.
Lu Xiaoer breathed heavily, clearly breaking out of his dream and jumping out of the pool.
But the young boy always felt that there were still many things weighing on his heart - maybe the stories he had always been afraid of were actually placed in front of him, or maybe it was because in his dream, he was stuck on a rock like that. The sword of the Tianya Sword Sect In the dream of self-hypnosis, there is always a question that has no answer.
Lu Xiaoer panted heavily as if he had lost all strength and sat down on the rock. He bent over and rested his forehead on the hilt of the Xiwu Sword.
Chu Yao, a female swordsman who had been in Lingnan for a short time, was indeed dead.
It took Lu Xiaoer a long time to finally calm down. He slowly stood up straight, dragged the Xiwu Sword to a dusty open space not far away, and began to dig the grave bit by bit.
Those babbling sounds have passed away in the past, and the woman was buried in the tomb.
Lu Xiaoer breathed quickly and wrote the first tombstone with an exact name.
Lingnan, Tianya Jianzong, the tomb of Chu Yao.
So the pain seemed to be embodied, like a line of clear sword marks in the dusk - that's how pain fell in the world of Qingshan.
Lu Xiaoer stood for a long time in the twilight, dragging the mud-covered Xiwu Sword. Then he wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, and continued walking towards the green mountains, leaning on the sword.
