Half a month has passed, and there seem to be more graves in Lingnan.
But not much more.
After all, in such a silent green mountain, there is only such a little sword cultivator doing such things.
Even Lu Xiaoer himself had never thought that he would seriously visit Lingnan in such a way.
Sometimes when sitting in the mountains to rest, the young boy would feel that the lines on his palms were covered with the debris of those Lingnan sword cultivators.
That's why it became so rough and began to grow thick calluses.
Of course there will be calluses on the sword cultivator's palms.
It's just that in an era when sword cultivation was orthodox, those cocoons were often not very obvious.
It won't be like now, when the young boy sticks the sword in the soil and wakes up, he can see the scar-like things in the drooping palm.
The young boy silently rubbed the hard things in his hands. After a long time, he finally sighed, held the sword beside him with his backhand, and stood up with support.
When he pulled out the sword, the blade brought out some soil and sprinkled it among the green mountains, like the last soil filling a tomb.
But Lu Xiaoer knew that this would certainly not be the last one.
There are too many things in Lingnan that need to be buried.
Perhaps just like Shen Qingmai, the master of the second peak of Xiaojiu Peak, said at the beginning, until the stories of the old Lingnan were completely forgotten.
Lu Xiaoer silently looked at the dirt beside him, then continued walking forward with his sword in hand.
After leaving the vicinity of Tingfeng Sword Sect, the corpses of those sword cultivators were obviously much less.
So maybe just like the dream that the young boy had in his trance, such a sword sect did retreat to the Tingfeng River during the last period of the Lingnan War - because the Tingfeng Sword Sect exists as a unique sword sect. This was the busiest place of the Lingnan Sword Sect in previous years.
The sword cultivators, whose divine sea was empty and whose sword intentions were exhausted, had their final battle here.
That led to the appearance of such dense sword repair corpses and broken swords.
The young boy who had rested for the night stood on such a small green mountain, holding his sword and silently looking at the extremely lonely mountains.
Lu Xiaoer actually didn't know where this place was.
The time he spent walking throughout Lingnan was actually extremely short.
If it were Lu Xiaoxiao and the others, they would probably know that this place should have been the territory of which sword sect. They surrounded the mountain and raised fish.
But Lu Xiaoer didn't know.
In fact, those graves filled with soil by young men contained too many origins of sword cultivators, and perhaps they were all wrong.
But maybe it doesn't matter, it's just that Lingnan at the beginning is always right.
Even if there are some who are not Lingnan sword cultivators, the sword cultivators who died with Lingnan can certainly be called Lingnan sword cultivators.
The young boy comforted himself for some of his mistakes, and then headed towards a certain mountain plain where a tragic battle had obviously taken place.
But this little boy had only just walked halfway when he suddenly stopped, with a solemn look on his face, and looked back to the north of Fengqiling.
From there, there seemed to be some very noisy sounds.
The span between the north and the south of Fengqiling is actually huge, but it is precisely because of this that the young boy was extremely surprised that he could suddenly hear the sounds of the battlefield.
The young man who was peacefully taking care of Lingnan's affairs seemed to be hesitant.
It's just that the sound didn't last long, as if it was just an accident, lost in the battlefield, and blown by the wind from Lingnan.
Lu Xiaoer clenched his sword carefully and listened for a long time. After making sure that he could no longer hear those sounds, he silently walked in the previous direction.
But not long after he started walking, the sound came again very violently towards the green mountains, passing through the pines and bushes, and fell on the young boy's ears very clearly.
That kind of sound is very majestic and heroic.
Although they were far apart, the young boy still heard the sound that sounded like everything in the world was shattering from those sounds.
Like a sword breaking, like a bottle breaking.
And the little boy far away among the green mountains is an ant listening to these sounds.
Ant's heart began to panic. In the end, he gave up the job of burying the corpses of his compatriots, took his sword with him, stepped on the wind of the sword, and hurriedly thought about the green mountains north of Fengqiling.
Ant was probably very tired, but fortunately he had a rest last night. Today's story has not yet begun, so the young man who was not very close to Nanyi City in the first place hurried through in just over a quarter of an hour. Those green hills appeared on a hilltop somewhere in the north of the mountain.
Nowadays, Lingnan is naturally extremely quiet, but Lingbei is not.
When the young boy left Shanyue City, he saw that the mountains facing the north were full of rebels and practitioners of Xuansheyuan who were resting, or perhaps they needed to stay away from the center of the battlefield, chanting witch ghosts. The wizards of the art.
Only this time, when Lu Xiaoer stayed among the green mountains in the north of the mountain, the mountains became equally silent.
Before the little boy understood what was happening, such a roaring sound came again.
Listening to this closer and more majestic sound, Lu Xiaoer suddenly realized something, and rode the sword wind towards the highest green mountain nearby.
The highest mountain in Lingnan is more than 2,000 feet tall. Sometimes I just want to see the world around me, but of course I don’t necessarily have to go to such a high place.
Of course one thousand feet can also be seen.
Lu Xiaoer used his sword intention and sword wind to let Xiwujian take him to an unknown mountain like Lingbei. He stood on the top of the mountain and looked towards Shanyue City.
That glance made such a young sword cultivator from Lingnan suddenly start to panic.
Because the barriers of Shanyue City are slowly breaking down.
Such a mountain barrier that had stalled the war in the south for so long was losing some of its barrier capabilities at this moment, revealing patterns like ice that had been hit by stones.
The loud sound still continued.
In the green mountains between Fengqiling and Shanyue City, countless armies are slowly advancing. Maybe they can just reach the foot of such a mountain city before such a barrier breaks.
Lu Xiaoer was indeed extremely shocked and confused at the first moment.
He had also stayed on top of those mountain city barriers before. Even after facing the impact of spells and swordsmanship for several months, he did not seem to suffer any major damage. This was probably why Ximen and the others felt that Shanyue City would not be breached. reason.
But now, the young boy witnessed with his own eyes that the barrier that stopped the war in the south was shattering and collapsing, just like the moonlight sliding down the world, falling into the green mountains outside Shanyue City.
The young boy had no idea what was happening.
Until he heard some voices about ancient Taoist techniques resounding in those green mountains, until he saw a very familiar green-red sword shooting back from such a distant barrier - compared to For such a huge barrier, such a sword is probably extremely small indeed.
But it was just such a sword that shattered those barriers.
The sword came towards Fengqiling.
It landed in a mountain forest not far from the young boy.
Lu Xiaoer seemed to finally realize something, and headed over there with his sword in hand.
Under a certain mountain pine, there was a small stove cooking wine. A scholar with plum blossom-like spots on his white clothes was standing there. A sword was spinning around him. Every time he circled the scholar, the sharp and sharp arrows on the sword appeared. The chilling meaning is a bit stronger.
This great Huangliang demon from Yaofeng is indeed very poor in swordsmanship.
It's just that the use of swords in the world has never been exclusive to the cultivation of sword intention.
Those Taoist rhymes spread throughout the mountains and forests can also drive the arm bones of some scholars from thousands of years ago, carrying extremely powerful power to travel through the world and break through such a barrier.
Lu Xiaoer held the Xiwu Sword and stood there in a daze. He finally understood something. He looked at Qing Xiang and whispered in disbelief: "Are you crazy?"
The prime minister just stood there calmly, looked back at the young man, and said nothing.
As the number one person in the Taoist sect in the world, the world has never thought that such a big demon in white would really take action on the human world.
Even Cong Ren, who had coldly said in Qiu Shui that he wanted to kill Nan Yi with one sword and destroy Huaidu with one sword, but in the end, such a sword cultivator still did not do such a thing.
Even Zhang Xiaoyu, who was considered crazy by Donghai, did not fall on the deceased with his sword.
But the prime minister did so.
Lu Xiaoer saw that the Prime Minister did not answer, but such a circulating sword was slowly absorbing Daowen and accumulating power. The young boy finally became a little panicked.
The little Lingnan sword cultivator didn't know where he got the courage to stand among the green mountains, with the sword intent of the White Clothes Realm overflowing all over his body, driving such a Xiwu sword to fall straight towards such a person standing among the mountain pine trees. The big demon in white clothes.
How can a sword cultivator who has entered the Dao realm shake the Taoist charm of a Taoist who has entered the Dao realm?
When Lingnan was closed to the mountains, the Xiaojiufeng Sword Sect laid a net of sword intent.
The sword of a mountain patrolman from a small Taoist realm was knocked back by a seriously injured Shanheguan Taoist in front of the young boy. He was even seriously injured because the sword's intention was destroyed.
Therefore, the result of Xi Wujian leaving in such a green mountain morning is naturally obvious.
As soon as the sword body passed through those Dao Wen, it was intercepted by one of the circulating Dao Wen, and then it was inserted back to Lu Xiaoer's side at an even faster speed.
The sword did not carry sword fire when it went away, but when it was shaken back by the Taoist charm of such a white-clothed scholar, it actually ignited some subtle flames.
Lu Xiaoer silently looked at the dead leaves that were quickly ignited around the sword. He silently pulled out the sword in his hand and returned it to the sheath.
Even if the young boy is given another hundred years, he will be powerless in the face of such a major Taoist cultivator.
At this moment, the young boy suddenly seemed to understand why there was such a seemingly meaningless saying in the world.
That sentence is called - if the sword master Qing Yi goes crazy, what should the world do?
Of course, practitioners, like people in the world, have worries, sorrows, and some absurd and unfounded behaviors.
It just does make sense sometimes.
Just like this young boy is not far away from such a scholar in white, but he can only watch here in silence as the meaning on such a blue-red sword becomes heavier and heavier, and then slowly aims at the isolated mountain. barriers.
Lu Xiaoer couldn't even say anything.
A crazy Taoist cultivator, what can the world do to him?
The prime minister stood there calmly. The moment the sword made of hanging jade disappeared around him, the scholar bent down and picked up the pot of wine that was boiling on the stove.
"This is blood plum wine."
The prime minister said very suddenly.
Lu Xiaoer looked up and looked not far away. There was indeed a blood plum tree there. At that time, the blood plums were dark green and dark red in color, hanging heavily on the branches.
Nowadays, everything is abundant in Fengqiling. The wild boars are strong, the fish are fat, and the fruits are unpicked.
The prime minister was probably the first person to pick some fruits from this blood plum tree growing on the high mountain to make wine.
Although Lu Xiaoer didn't know why Qing Xiang said such a sentence, such a scholar in white didn't mean to share the pot of blood plum wine with him. He just carried the pot of wine and walked to the edge of the ridge, squinting. Staring into the distance.
In the distance is the image of some barriers shattered.
Even if a scholar is not very good at using a sword, as long as his level is high enough, he can have visions of heaven and earth by chopping firewood with a sword.
"After the story of Yunjue Town passed, it was spread in the world that the sword cultivator named Ximen made extremely harsh words of rebuke in Bailu territory, about green plums, green apricots, and blood plums."
The prime minister picked up the jug and took a sip of wine.
The pulp of blood plums is blood red, which is why it got such a name. Of course, the juice in the pulp is also blood red. After being boiled in wine, the juice seeps out, and the wine becomes A dark red color.
Lu Xiaoer looked at the color on the lips of this alcoholic scholar and subconsciously thought that this was not alcohol, but that this scholar with alcoholic jaundice finally began to be unable to hold it any longer, so he vomited blood.
But this is probably just a useless and unrealistic self-comforting reverie.
As the prime minister of a native demon clan, he has not yet shown his age. If it were not for some stories in the world, this scholar would probably be more alive than the world imagined.
Lu Xiaoer sighed, sat down on a rock beside the mountain forest, and looked at the director of Xuansheyuan for a long time.
"Then what?"
Qing Xiang looked quietly in the direction of Shanyue City and said calmly: "Of course what Ximen said is right. Green plums, green apricots and blood plums. If you are not familiar with them, it is indeed difficult to be accurate before they mature. Identify them clearly."
Lu Xiaoer seemed to understand something and looked at the plum tree covered with bloody plums again.
So it’s July and the blood plums are ripe.
So the world finally found out.
In fact, the original Qin Sang was not a bloody plum. She just failed to grow into a green plum as the world expected.
So when Lu Xiaoer looked at some old spots of blood on Qing Xiang's white clothes, he felt that they didn't look like plum blossoms.
The young boy didn't have anything to say. All his words were suppressed by the feeling of powerlessness and turned into a deep sigh.
When he left the village at the foot of the Youhuang Mountains and went to Lingnan to learn swordsmanship, he probably never thought that some stories in the world would be watched by a thirteen-year-old boy like him.
It was clear that two years ago, he was still childish and innocent, but now he is more silent than many twenty-five-year-olds.
The prime minister stood there quietly drinking wine, and the calm look on his face turned into a very sad and sad look as the barriers of such a mountain city gradually shattered and fell like pieces. It's a look of regret.
"It is undeniable that what you said that day, I just can't look back, and Lingnan lost their head, is extremely correct. But Lu Xiaoer, when people are young, they often feel I will definitely become a good person in the future, be a chivalrous and righteous person, and help the people. When I was young, I also had the idea of using a sword to make a quick success and live up to my youth."
As the Prime Minister spoke, his expression turned cold, he sneered, took a sip of hot wine from the pot, and said extremely cold words.
"It's a pity that Kamigawa didn't give me a chance to be a good person."
Lu Xiaoer stood there silently, and after a long time, he slowly said: "Your Majesty, what exactly did you do?"
For the young boy, it is really difficult to understand what the His Majesty, who is far away in Huaidu, did to make the Prime Minister so determined to lead the entire Xuexiyuan into such a cruel thing as destroying the South. among.
The Prime Minister said calmly and in an easy-to-understand manner: "He dug up my ancestral grave."
Lu Xiaoer sat there in a daze. Such an answer might make him even more incomprehensible.
Not to mention whether a creature race like the Monster Clan would have such a thing as an ancestral grave, it is probably equally inconceivable why His Majesty would dig into a human's ancestral grave for no reason.
The Prime Minister took a sip of wine and said calmly: "Imagine that many years later, you are successful at practicing swordsmanship and traveling around the world. Until one day you become famous and return to your hometown, only to find that the whole village is waiting for you. I saw your joke, so you asked them confusedly, and finally found out that your parents’ graves were dug by the village chief, what would you do?”
Lu Xiaoer sat there in silence.
Such a question was too heavy for the young boy, and he did not even dare to think about such things.
It was the distant sound of the rebels marching across the world that woke the little boy up.
Lu Xiaoer did not answer such a question and turned to look at Shan Yue.
In the green mountains, there are countless swords, light, and Taoism that travel through the world. After a long period of chanting, the magic of witches and ghosts turned into a very threatening battlefield controller, with an ancient mysterious color, hanging down in the mountain. City.
There has been a huge gap in the tall barriers that protect the city in the mountain.
Although the young boy could not see what the defenders and sword cultivators standing at the top of the city looked like in such a distant story.
But he could also imagine how the look of panic gradually appeared on his face amidst the huge sound of shattering.
