Lu Xiaoer looked for a long time at the human battlefield that was about to fall into the same story as Lingnan.
After watching for a long time, the little sword cultivator from Lingnan jumped down from the rocks and headed towards the direction he came from, carrying his sword on his back.
The prime minister was still standing there, drinking his own blood plum wine.
The little boy walked for a long time, but his steps became heavier and heavier, until finally it seemed as if he could no longer walk. Then he leaned on his knees, bent down, and panted heavily.
The Prime Minister heard the voice here and turned his head calmly.
The little boy gradually stood up straight, standing on the high mountain and looking at the mountains north and south.
Lu Xiaoer looked at it for a long time, turned back, looked at Qing Xiang, and said softly: "If these stories had never happened to me or fallen into my sight, I might indeed be able to understand the dean's difficulties. But The mountain on earth is bloody, dean, when I see the mountain on earth is bloody..."
The young boy looked at the scholar in white seriously and said word by word: "Your ancestral grave deserves to be digged up. I even feel deeply sorry that I...can't lift a handful of soil."
The prime minister stood there for a long time, standing in the mountain wind that was not lonely but made people's flesh and blood cold.
The sword that had broken through the barrier had passed through the battlefield, returned to such a green mountain, and hovered in front of the young man's brow. The wind that came with the sword made the young man from Lingnan turn pale.
Lu Xiaoer was not afraid and stood there with the Xiwu Sword on his back. Perhaps such a young boy would really miss the prime minister who cursed Nanyi by the riverside and bet on your mother's size.
Just like Nan Dao missed the swordsman in white who said that spring was great, but it was a pity that he had no money.
Of course everything existed, but it has passed away and will never come back.
Lu Xiaoer's eyes moved away from the sword that looked at him painfully, and fell towards the scholar in white standing on the top of the mountain.
"A demon is a demon, and a beast is a beast."
As he said these words, the big demon in white standing on the top of the mountain suddenly looked at Lu Xiaoer.
The latter is extremely peaceful.
He was as calm as a thirteen-year-old boy.
Such a sentence is indeed extremely biased and unfair.
But Lu Xiaoer still said so.
Not vomiting, not happy.
So he spit it out quickly.
In the end, the sword did not fall, and turned into a jade pendant, falling towards the waist of the scholar in white.
"Yes."
The prime minister took a big sip of wine.
"Is such that."
The joys and sorrows of the world are never connected.
"I am just taking revenge, revenge on Kamigawa, revenge on the world." Qing Xiang said calmly.
Lu Xiaoer didn't want to continue listening, so he carried his sword on his back and silently walked towards Lingnan.
There seemed to be some wind blowing behind me.
Lu Xiaoer was silent for a while, then turned back. The figure of the scholar in white had disappeared from the top of the mountain.
The jug of blood plum wine has been drunk, and there is only one jug left rolling on the green hill, not knowing where it will land.
A ripe fruit from the blood plum tree was blown down by the wind and fell to the ground. It was cracked and the blood-like flesh was exposed.
The young boy who originally planned to leave looked at it in silence for a long time, but walked over again, carrying the sword on his back and walked to the blood plum tree. He bent down to pick up the broken fruit and wiped it on his clothes. , then put it into his mouth and took a big bite. While chewing it happily, he looked back at the battlefield north of Fengqiling.
The figure of the scholar in white had already appeared on the battlefield.
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The contrast between the spiritual world and the human world has been constantly mentioned by the world as the development of Tiangongsi has become more and more vigorous in the past hundred years.
Of course, it is inevitable that the world will take as a reference the story of Nan Yi, the master of Mo Jian Ya Ya, who was besieged by Emperor Huai in Nan Yi City and was finally seriously injured and fled to the desert.
So of course there are many people who feel that the human world is already higher than the world of cultivation. For example, the whole world is within the range of Yi's bow. This has led to the great cultivation of the world and everyone abides by the rules and respects the world.
Until March of the year 104 in the Gale Calendar, Cong Ren, one of the three swordsmen in the world, fought with Shenhe in the East China Sea, but the world was helpless and could only let them fight until the mountains and rivers of the East China Sea were broken.
Maybe the world will really realize it.
How can such a spiritual practice world, which has been developed for two thousand years, be weaker than the human world?
Although Huaidu did not pay attention to the war in the south at first, but after all, not all the defenders in the south rebelled. In addition, after all, Shui Zai Ping did not really want the world to overthrow, so he still asked the Ministry of War to mobilize troops north of the Liuyun Mountains. Many armies came, which allowed Shanyue City with its barriers to remain in a stalemate for so long in this southern war.
But just as the Prime Minister said, there has never been a city in the mountains that Xuanxuyuan could not surpass.
Although many cultivators from Xuanxuyuan came to Huai'an, in the end, those cultivators of the avenue still did not really go all out to attack such a city in the mountains.
The purpose of war is certainly not to kill.
Just asking for something.
However, the story of the goddess came to an end where the world could not see it.
Everything has naturally reached an point of no return.
So on the high mountain, a scholar in white used clumsy sword skills to cut through the mountain and moon's barrier.
Such a city in the mountains, which was once considered unbreakable by the world, was captured on the battlefield by the southern rebels and the practitioners of Xuanxuyuan in a devastating manner.
When Zhang San carried his hurriedly packed luggage and fled north with his wife along with the people in the city, he perhaps truly realized that such things as fate have never been something that the world can peep into.
When such a young Lingnan sword cultivator stubbornly wanted to leave Shanyue City and go to Lingnan, Zhang San felt that he was really unreasonable.
Stay in Shanyue City and wait until the war slowly subsides. Of course, there will be a long time before you can return to Lingnan and do whatever you want.
It wasn't until those overwhelming sword lights and Taoist arts crossed the barrier together and fell into the streets and alleys of this undulating mountain city, swallowing up the world like a torrent, that Zhang San realized that he might have never thought about it. This war was overly optimistic.
The world may not be weak.
It was only when those practitioners in the two-thousand-year-old cultivation world had no scruples in taking action against the world that Zhang San truly understood how valuable his peaceful interactions with such a mountain-river Taoist were.
Zhang San took his wife and ran for ten miles outside Shanyue City before finally stopping out of breath. He casually put the baggage in his hand next to the stone at the foot of the mountain, and then ran to the stream to collect water. Got some water back.
Zhang San, who often runs around the city, is already so tired, not to mention his fat wife.
There were some embarrassing tears on the woman's face. She just ran here, but she didn't cry or say anything on the way, nor did she say anything like she was tired and couldn't run anymore.
After all, those sword lights passed through their bodies at a certain moment. The closer they got, the soul ran in front and the person walked behind.
When Zhang San came back from fetching water, his wife was sitting there leaning against the rocks with eyes blank.
When she saw her husband coming back, she didn't say anything. She just took the water, took a few sips, then lowered her head and kept wiping her tears.
Zhang San gasped and sat there with his hands on his knees.
From time to time, people who were still running for their lives would rush past the foot of the mountain in a hurry.
The woman's voice gradually changed from sobbing to bursting into tears.
Then there was also a man's voice mixed in.
Zhang San also cried for a long time.
In such a story, men, women, old people and children are all the same.
When the sword light fell, no one could bear the edge of the sword.
The magic technique from the southern people will not miss some people just because of their height.
When a high-rise building collapses, no one nearby is spared.
"So you see, the order of the world sometimes seems indestructible, with everyone being polite and observing all the rules, but it is often the most unstoppable when it collapses."
Zhang San wiped his tears, raised his head, and saw a Taoist standing in front of him, calmly looking at the flames of war raging in those green mountains.
This man who owned some yards in Shanyue City seemed to remember that he had seen such a Taoist in the city.
That was when the human mountain fire was first ignited.
The sword cultivator named Zhang Xiaoyu told a certain story in the city.
At that time, Zhang San, out of curiosity, followed Zhang Xiaoyu for a while. Finally, when the sword cultivator in white left Shanyue City silently, he saw such a Taoist, so he quietly looked at the sword cultivator there. Back view.
Zhang San was silent for a long time, wiped away his tears, pulled the still crying woman behind him, picked up a stick, looked at the Taoist and asked: "Who are you?"
The Taoist looked over there quietly, as if he hadn't heard Zhang San's question. After a long time, he slowly turned his head, looked at Zhang San calmly, and said, "Thank you Cangsheng."
To the world, this is indeed a strange name.
If Zhang San was from Nanyi City south of Fengqiling, he would probably think of Mr. Wu from a certain Qingniuyuan from such a name.
It's a pity that Zhang San is not.
So he just looked at the Taoist blankly and warily.
"Were you talking to me earlier?"
Zhang San was silent for a long time and asked slowly.
Xie Cangsheng did not answer, but looked at Zhang San quietly. Such a calm look made people in such a mountain city feel creepy.
It wasn't until a coughing old voice came over that Zhang San realized that he seemed to have misunderstood something.
Yes, how could such a Taoist talk to a worldly person like himself?
Zhang San held the wooden stick and turned his head. There was a white-haired swordsman there, coughing non-stop, walking towards here.
"Ahem...he's talking to me."
Naturally, the cough was not because of old age, but because the sword cultivator had injuries on his body.
It was a sword wound.
Although Zhang San is from Shanyue City, he is also very familiar with the two major symbols of the Human Sword Sect and the Liuyun Sword Sect.
The former is that their swords often once had names, and then the names were erased, and they looked like a real person.
As for the latter, as the oldest and most orthodox sword sect in the world, in addition to the flowing cloud robes and white hair of the Liuyun Sword Sect, it is also an iconic symbol.
A white-haired swordsman from Liuyun Sword Sect's sword pavilion.
This is an existence with the same status as those Sword Sect brothers who walk in the human world.
But Zhang San was quite puzzled when he looked at the sword wounds on the white-haired swordsman of Liuyun Sword Sect.
The aura of such a sword cultivator is much stronger than that of Chen Qingshan from Shanhe Guan. The Taoist who first appeared here seemed like an ant standing in front of him.
But Zhang San saw an extremely deep fear of this Taoist in his eyes.
But soon, these messy thoughts were replaced by the sadness of Shanyue City being breached.
Zhang San didn't know where he got the courage, and he looked at the white-haired swordsman angrily.
"Shan Yue City has been destroyed. Is Liuyun Sword Sect really looking at it like this?"
The white-haired swordsman slowly walked down the green mountain path and stopped not far in front of Zhang San. He seemed to be silent for a long time, then raised his hand and opened his clothes, revealing the extremely It's so deep that you can even see the sword mark on the heart.
"Guess who left such a sword wound?"
The white-haired swordsman asked extremely calmly.
Zhang San was startled by the wound, and subconsciously took a step back, shaking his head lazily.
The white-haired swordsman named Xu Xingcang silently closed his clothes. Carrying the sword on his back, he passed Zhang San and said very calmly: "It's my senior brother, it's my junior brother, it's my senior nephew..."
Zhang San listened to that sentence in a daze, somewhat unable to understand what it meant.
The people of Shanyue City may have heard about some conflicts between Liuyun Sword Sect and Shanhe Temple, but as the southern rebels have entangled Shanyue City for a long time, many stories in the world have no longer fallen into this mountain. In the city.
Of course he didn't know that the people at Shanheguan had already left.
But Liuyun Sword Sect fell into a long internal chaos.
Xu Xingcang looked at the Taoist quietly, then turned back to look at the people who had to flee north in a hurry because of the fall of Shanyue City.
"It's not the Liuyun Sword Sect watching the fire from the other side..."
The white-haired swordsman looked back at the Liuyun Mountains in the north with a sad expression and spoke softly.
"The Tai Sui Pavilion has been smashed, and we have no power left to help you."
Zhang San stood there in a daze.
Where is Tai Sui Pavilion?
When a Taoist from Shanheguan entered the Sword Sect, he once looked at such a mountain peak.
Xu Xingcang told him solemnly that it was the resting place of Liuyun Sword Sect's successive leaders.
Just like the ancestral hall of a worldly family, the tablets of ancestors and clans will be displayed there.
But this white-haired swordsman said that Taisui Pavilion was shattered. One can imagine how tragic the story in such a sword sect was.
Zhang San looked back in disbelief.
It's a pity that this is just a worldly person who cannot see what happened in such a mountainous area full of clouds and mist during such a period of time.
Xu Xingcang looked at it for a long time, finally turned his head, looked at the Taoist with a calm expression, and said coldly.
"Even if it is, ahem...aren't those order and etiquette broken by people like you?"
Xie Cangsheng stood there calmly and said calmly: "The clay pots placed by the well will always be blown over by the wind and break into pieces. The tall buildings built will always decay and collapse. . We just advanced the process."
Xu Xingcang said in a deep voice: "The clay pots do not have to be placed by the well, and the tall buildings can be demolished bit by bit, instead of using such violent means to push them down to the world."
Xie Cangsheng remembered it and looked at Xu Xingcang for a long time, but then he laughed softly, turned around, and looked to the south of the world, looking in the direction of the ancient city where a certain swordsman in white had slept soundly all year round.
"I don't know where I heard this saying. People in Huai'an often like to compromise. If you say that this high-rise building is not good, too high, and needs to be demolished, they will naturally They won’t agree, but if you bring an ax and chop down the foundation of the high-rise building directly, they will think it’s not impossible to demolish some of the high-rise building.”
The fifth Mr. Xuanyuan, who used to have a calm and lazy temperament, stood there with a slight smile. Maybe this was a kind of irony, maybe it was an extremely sincere inner truth.
"If we don't do this, but go directly to the Human Sword Sect and tell Cong Ren that your old man is too tall, we can't live in peace, and we ask you to die..."
Xie Cangsheng looked back at Xu Xingcang, suppressed his smile, and said lightly: "Do you think Cong Ren will agree?"
Xu Xingcang said calmly: "No one will agree. This is unreasonable."
Xie Cangsheng's tone was calm.
"Yes, but things like principles never change forever. If we hadn't let you see blood and fire first, how could you, a nine-fold sword cultivator, be willing to be here and talk to me like this? thing?"
"Only when we do something even more unreasonable will you think that the unreasonable thing before is actually something that makes sense."
Xu Xingcang looked at Xie Cangsheng sarcastically and said slowly: "If Chen Yunxi wasn't standing behind you, how could you reason with us?"
Xie Cangsheng lowered his eyebrows and looked at his Taoist robe calmly.
The Taoist robe is not the Qingtian Taoist robe, but the Taoist robe of some unknown small temple.
It's just that such a Taoist, twenty years ago, was also a person from the northern Taoist sect with extremely outstanding talents.
"Without Senior Chen Yunxi, I can still reason with you."
Xie Cangsheng raised his head and looked at the nine-fold white-haired swordsman with calm eyes.
"Twenty years ago, I could have entered the avenue, but I didn't."
The Taoist's tone was cold.
"There should not be such an existence as Dao in the world!"
Twenty years ago, Xie Cangsheng was probably only in his early twenties.
Just like the original white wind and rain, twenty will enter the avenue.
Some people's roots in heaven and earth are naturally much greater than others.
Even Kamikawa would be silent for a long time after hearing such a sentence.
In the two thousand years of Taoism, this is the first Taoist to say such things openly in the world.
Xu Xingcang stood at the foot of the mountain with his sword in his back, looked deeply at the Taoist, and said slowly: "Brothers, friends and brothers respect the mountains and rivers, and the whole family is loyal to Qingtian Dao. Such a sentence may indeed be the most ironic thing in the world."
Xie Cangsheng stood there calmly.
"Whether it is the Mountain and River View or the Qingtian Dao, Taoist people have been like this since ancient times. Only when we talk about the truth can the world have the Tao. When we don't talk about the truth, the world will not want to talk about the truth."
Xu Xingcang looked at the hurried world in silence and said softly: "Yes."
"Is such that."
