The two looked at each other for a long time and remained silent.
An inappropriate voice sounded at this time.
Zhang San looked at the white-haired swordsman in silence, then looked over his back at the Taoist. After a long silence, he said softly: "So if you Taoist people are unreasonable, we can't live?"
Xie Cangsheng's eyes flickered and he looked at the nameless person who escaped from Shanyue City for a long time - what is the difference between a name like Zhang San and being called a nameless person?
The Taoist said nothing and turned his head silently.
Faced with such an extremely ordinary and slight question, the Taoist seemed unable to answer.
The truth may be great.
But when he fell into the human world, he seemed extremely insignificant.
However, in such lightness, it also carries a weight that the world cannot bear, making them walk like bare feet on tiles, dripping with blood.
In this world, there is no principle that has consequences that are not borne by the world.
The woman looked at her man's back with wide eyes. She clearly looked middle-aged and fat in the past, but at this moment she looked very thin and weak. He even asked questions like her life and death. It's like asking for things from others.
At this moment, the woman who had gradually stopped crying started wailing again.
Probably it’s sadness that comes from the heart.
Xu Xingcang turned back and looked at the man silently.
In fact, such a story is more than just a Taoist story?
Except for Lu Ming in the West, due to the decline of Buddhism, it has never entered such a story. The three most mainstream roads in the world all converged on the same place twenty years ago.
More than just Daomen.
If it were just a Taoist door.
How could the Liuyun Sword Sect destroy Tai Sui Pavilion to pieces?
That was to smash the face of such an ancient sword sect to the ground with his own hands.
The white-haired sword cultivator turned his head back in silence, looking down at his white hair that was scattered in the wind because his hair crown was chopped by the sword - because he had gray hair out of pity, he didn't dare to look at the human world.
Such a sentence comes from the master of Mojian Yaya of that generation, Nan Yi.
All stories start from there.
Thousands of years have passed, but the world still seems to be struggling with the fear of the truth brought about by the Lord of Sword Cliff back then.
Xu Xingcang looked away from his white hair, and the sword behind him also left the scabbard.
A certain sword cultivator from the Liuyun Sword Sect who died in Huangliang once said - if you are hit by a Taoist's fist until your skull is cracked and colorful, you will know how ironic it is for the Taoist to know the severity of the attack. thing.
Therefore, the people of Liuyun Sword Sect have always liked to seal their throats with one sword.
Whether this is an aesthetic or not, I don’t want to mention it. At least in some aspects, he does want to be more beautiful than a bloody fist.
Zhang San held the stick as weak as himself and stood there silently.
The sound of the white-haired sword being repaired and unsheathed is extremely clear and crisp - this is probably the biggest feature of Liuyun Sword Sect's sword.
In the dark green mountains of the human world, where the skylight was covered by the sword light and Taoist arts parading over the City of Mountains and Moons, such a cold light was probably like a piece of damaged moonlight falling on the human world.
This made Zhang San subconsciously look up at the sky.
It's not too late.
Perhaps the twilight should have flowed brilliantly among the green mountains, paving a gilded road for the full moon in mid-July to fall towards the world.
It's a pity that there is no moon in the sky, and the spring of the world has passed for a long time.
When Zhang San lowered his head, he was stunned.
The man who drew the sword knelt down, but the Taoist still stood there unharmed, without even moving a finger.
The people of Shanyue City looked at the traces left by the several sword lights coming from the direction of Liuyun Sword Sect in astonishment.
When he looked back at Xu Xingcang, who was holding his sword, covering his heart and coughing and vomiting blood, he seemed to finally feel the significance of the fact that Taisui Pavilion was shattered.
Just like what he said at the beginning while pointing to the sword wound on his heart - this is senior brother, this is junior brother, this is senior nephew.
These are the traces left by people from another river in such a Yunwu Sword Sect.
So when such a sword cultivator drew his sword, those traces were chased out of the clouds and fell into the human world.
There are many sounds of swords in the sky.
Zhang San raised his head and looked over, only to realize that there were many sword lights entangled in the sky.
The sword wind brought by it was blowing in the world with extremely sharp force.
Xu Xingcang kept coughing, holding his sword and wiping the blood, and also looked up there, with some sadness in his eyes.
Why do people in the world think that the sword light parading in the sky is like something from the immortal family?
Xu Xingcang stood up with his sword in hand, looked back at Zhang San, who was still stunned, and said coldly: "Why don't you leave and wait to die here?"
The sword lights from the north and south were falling on the world. Zhang San lowered his head and looked at the green mountains and fields with some confusion. He was silent for a long time and said slowly: "Where should we go?"
If everything in the past, the barrier that made the world feel at ease, would eventually break into pieces and turn into sharp things falling into the world, cutting the world into pieces.
So where can we go and survive?
Xu Xingcang fell silent.
The white-haired sword cultivator of Jiange suddenly remembered that in the spring of this year, there was a Taoist who directly fought against the mountain near the north of the Liuyun Mountains - Xu Xingcang could not have noticed such a movement. .
Perhaps at that time, the Taoist was giving such a warning to the Sword Sect.
It's a pity that no one paid attention.
Xu Xingcang was silent for a long time, and his eyes suddenly became firm. He stood up with the sword in his hand and pointed calmly to the northeast of the world.
"Let's go from Bailu to the north to find His Majesty."
Zhang San turned around in astonishment - such a sentence did not come from the white-haired swordsman in front of him.
To the north of Qingshan, a great ape in black robe came smiling.
Except for Huaidu, it is naturally impossible for most people in the world to recognize Liu Baiyuan who is very idle in Huaidu.
It's just that sometimes, they may not be able to recognize such a person.
It is enough to recognize the robe.
Such a large black robe with gold patterns that is far better than the robe of heavenly hell worn by Ximen, even just one glance is enough to silence the world.
A look of surprise flashed in Xu Xingcang's eyes, and Xie Cangsheng, who had always been calm, also had a look of panic flash in his eyes when he saw such a tall man coming slowly from the green mountains.
"Liu...Qinghe"
Xie Cangsheng took a step back calmly.
Of course, such a Taoist had seen Liu Qinghe. When he was in Huaidu, he had met several times such a Lord of Hell who always liked to wander around the streets of Huaidu, as if looking at the white flowers on earth.
Liu Qinghe smiled slightly. It was clear that he was still north of the distant Qingshan Mountain just now. In just a few steps, he had already appeared here.
"Even if there is no Chen Yunxi, you can still reason with us, Xie Cangsheng..." Such a man standing under the green mountain, but like another green mountain, raised his head and glanced at the sword lights in the sky, frowning slightly He frowned, then smiled again, looked at the Taoist, and said very gently: "I want to hear you say this again."
The Taoist fell silent.
You can say this to Xu Xingcang, but probably not to Liu Qinghe.
Even if his talent is comparable to Bai Fengyu.
It's just that such a Taoist, in the end, couldn't resist the two places of Sword Sect and Huaidu in the world.
The Taoist didn't speak for a long time, so Liu Qinghe gave a rare sneer, shook out a sword from his wide sleeve robe, stood under the green mountain, and said calmly: "Without Chen Yunxi, you are nothing. "
Xie Cangsheng was silent for a long time, turned around and walked silently towards the green mountains of the world.
Zhang San subconsciously looked at this person whose origin was unknown, but who was obviously extraordinary.
But what was beyond his expectation was that although this man, who was as tall as a great ape, shook out a sword from his sleeve, he did not stop the Taoist from leaving.
Xu Xingcang subconsciously wanted to chase after him with his sword.
But Liu Qinghe stopped him with the spiritual platform in his hand.
The white-haired swordsman turned back and looked at the man in confusion. The latter said calmly: "Although they are nothing without Chen Yunxi, you have to know - they really have Chen Yunxi."
The Three Swords of the World in the Green and White Era are the source of the unstoppable turmoil in this world.
If there wasn't such a fifteen-fold sword cultivator in the world, neither Li Shi nor Xie Cangsheng would probably walk in the world so openly.
Xu Xingcang silently put the sword in his hand back into its sheath, looked at Liu Qinghe for a long time, and then said softly: "I thought that this time Huaidu would still be late in the story of the human world."
Liu Qinghe held the spiritual platform and looked quietly at the city in the mountain that was in endless chaos, and said calmly: "If the goddess does not die, even if Huaidu comes to the south, it is meaningless, let alone... .”
The Huaidu Great Ape turned back to look at the frightened Shanyue City people, and said softly: "This is indeed a long time coming. What do you think, Zhang San?"
Zhang San suddenly opened his eyes wide. He probably never thought that such a Lord Tianji, who came from Huaidu, could call out his name in one breath. He stood there with a stutter for a moment, and finally I stammered for a long time before asking such a question.
"How...how do adults know...the villain's name?"
Liu Qinghe turned back and said calmly: "You have a daughter who became Chen Qingshan's disciple. I know your name, so it's not surprising."
People like Chen Qingshan will of course live within the sight of Heavenly Prison.
Zhang San stood there in a daze, saying nothing.
Although he also knew that he still had one unanswered question.
It's just a question like that. It doesn't really matter whether you answer it or not.
Xu Xingcang stood silently beside Liu Qinghe, looking up at the tall man.
The latter is looking at the swords, lights, Taoism and witchcraft in the world.
After a long time, Liu Qinghe said calmly: "Is the internal strife in Liuyun Sword Sect serious?"
Xu Xingcang said softly: "Yes, Lord Prisoner."
Liu Qinghe looked back at the depths of the cloudy mountains, chuckled slightly, and said, "You deserve it."
Xu Xingcang stood there in silence.
Liu Qinghe looked at it calmly for a long time, but slowly pulled out the spiritual altar in his hand from its sheath, and then threw the scabbard in his hand to the white-haired swordsman.
"Go back and tell them that if you continue to fight, Dayi's bow will fall towards the Liuyun Mountains. Don't blame Huaidu for being ruthless at that time."
A trace of surprise flashed across Xu Xingcang's expression. Even though the entire world had heard the name of Dayi's Bow to some extent, the arrow from such a big bow had never fallen into the world.
Whether the world is within the scope of Dayi's bow or not, no one can say clearly whether such an arrow can really kill Jiudiexiu.
It's just obvious that no one is willing to try this kind of thing.
Xu Xingcang held the scabbard in his arms and was silent for a long time. Without saying anything else, he held the scabbard and headed north of Qingshan.
Liu Qinghe was holding such a spiritual platform and standing quietly under the green mountain. Such a scene was actually quite strange.
Lingtai is a pair of swords that were originally used to sharpen swords and suppress cliffs. They have been tempered by generations of cliff masters. They are about the same size as a square inch. Although there are some differences in shape, they are still swords with impeccable shapes. Such a sword may have lines It is more slender and softer, but probably not like a willow stick that can be held in someone's hand.
But the way Liu Qinghe held the altar in his hand really looked like he was holding a willow branch or a white flower.
The Lord of Hell looked there quietly for a long time, then turned back with a strange expression, looked at Zhang San who was still standing there, raised his eyebrows and said, "Aren't you leaving yet?"
Zhang San was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Huaidu is too far away. I'm afraid that if I go there, I will never have the chance to come back."
Hearing such words, Liu Qinghe started to sigh. He didn't know what he thought of, and he let out a long sigh and said, "It's hard to leave such a homeland."
Zhang San said softly: "Isn't it right that it's hard to leave your homeland?"
Liu Qinghe chuckled softly and said, "Of course you are right. Returning fallen leaves to their roots is an indispensable meaning in life."
Zhang San silently looked at the back of this big ape-like figure. After a long silence, he hesitated and asked: "Who is your lord?"
Liu Qinghe tilted his head and thought for a while, then held the spiritual altar in his hand behind his back, headed towards Shanyue City, and said calmly: "The world is in chaos, I am the imperial envoy from Huaidu."
Zhang San stood there with some confusion. After a long time, he slowly asked: "What does it mean?"
Liu Qinghe said calmly: "It means it can save the world."
It was a child asking a Taoist who was looking at the blood on the peach blossoms, "Can you help us?" The Taoist replied no, this is the course of fate. It was Zhang San who asked the white-haired swordsman with a sword wound under his clothes, can you help us? The sword cultivator replied no, because Tai Sui Pavilion was broken.
It is in such various stories that he walks peacefully from the green mountains.
He didn't say much, but everyone knew that his answer meant yes.
So under the chaotic sky, under Zhang San's eyes.
Such a sword, which was extremely slender and light compared to the man in black robe, suddenly slashed towards the sky.
Zhang San stood there in shock.
The man from Huaidu just calmly threw the sword in his hand into the sky.
Then all the swords, light, Taoism and witchcraft fell into silence.
The people who had escaped from Shanyue City in embarrassment raised their heads and looked quietly at the sky that seemed to suddenly become clear. They always felt that they should have seen such a similar scene there.
After thinking about it for a long time, Zhang San finally remembered.
It was on the 15th day of March in the year 103 of the Dafeng Calendar, the Festival of All Souls.
There is a woman in a white dress walking into the sky, facing the sea of swords in the world, and sending out a sword. It seems to be such a scene.
...
Xie Cangsheng fled far away until he appeared on a cloudy and green mountain somewhere, then finally stopped and looked at the sword in the southern sky with a complicated expression.
That sword did not fall to the human world, but fell to all the sword and light spells that attempted to fall to the human world.
It's just that one sword, but it can be remembered by the world more than any sword light falling on the world.
The old Taoist priest of Songxue Temple coughed softly and sat beside the surging clouds and rocks not far away. He coughed up a lot of dark red blood in front of him.
The injuries that Chen Qingshan had left on him could no longer be suppressed.
Xie Cangsheng looked back at him without saying anything, his eyes were just calm.
Taoists' views on life and death are probably always very indifferent.
"Liu Qinghe is the biggest variable in this story."
The old Taoist coughed for a long time before he finally stopped the endless momentum. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips and looked at the world with emotion.
Xie Cangsheng was silent for a long time and said softly: "It's my problem. I had been to Huaidu in person, but I didn't expect that such a Lord of Hell has never been a person like water in a bottle."
The Heavenly Prison and the Siwu Demon Mansion divided Huaidu, probably because of this, the world often put such a black-robed prison master in the same position as the white-robed attendant.
It's just that the world has probably forgotten that only Huai has it in the Siwu Demon Mansion.
And heavenly hell is all over the world.
The two may not be equal from the beginning.
The old Taoist didn't know why, but he laughed softly, but there was some regretful emotion in his old face.
"So, this is probably the principle of fate that no one can touch."
Xie Cangsheng stood there with a sigh and said softly: "Maybe so."
The old Taoist looked at him quietly for a long time, and then said softly: "You seem a little shaken?"
Xie Cangsheng just shook his head calmly, looked at the world, and said calmly: "No, it's just that sometimes, I feel vaguely that we seem to have failed - we will fail."
The old Taoist leaned back slightly, smiled softly, and said: "There are no two rivers in the world that are not connected. In a sense, we have already won."
Xie Cangsheng looked back at the old Taoist, who had calmly raised a finger. The remaining vitality and Taoist charm in the divine sea were all attached to his hand, like a sharp sword - Taoist Of course he can also use a sword.
The finger inserted into his mouth extremely quickly and penetrated from the back of his head.
Then blood spurted out.
"We win by killing ourselves."
The old Taoist's vague words fell into the clouds and mist, and then fell silently into the dust and mud.
