Cheng Lu actually didn't think about becoming a good person.
I never thought about being a bad person.
It's just that sometimes in human stories, whether to be a good person or a bad person is often not something you can decide.
Cheng Lu was very happy.
What you do may not be the most kind person in the world, but you can't be considered a bad person either.
So when he looked at the jueli being pushed by the stream, it gradually became less than three feet away from him, and the Taoist was eating his fried cabbage and rice with relish.
The choices Cheng Lu faced were not enough to sink him and make him struggle.
Zishi was carrying a bowl of white rice piled high, with some cabbage soup poured on top of the rice. It looked watery, but it was very fragrant.
The Taoist also ate very well. He held a bowl on his knees, sat hunched under the plum tree, with his back to the sword cultivator who was practicing breath control, and took big mouthfuls of rice.
"I know this is frustrating."
Zishi's mouth was full of food, so his voice sounded very muffled.
"Obviously, I am only one step away from seeing a wider world and a more lofty life, but I can only sit in front of it and watch me eat."
Zishi said very sincerely.
"But I still suggest you put down those thoughts. If you don't enter the avenue, you and I are just human beings. If you enter the avenue, you and I will become enemies, Cheng Lu."
Cheng Lu stood there calmly, with no breath around him, just like a worldly person.
It's just that the autumn wind blew through the desert, bringing with it the smell of dust and sand, causing the short hair on the forehead of the swordsman in black to fly.
Cheng Lu hadn't had her hair trimmed for a long time.
Because he has no sword in his hand.
Of course Jianxiu's hair will also grow.
In the past, when Cheng Lu was young, he liked to have long hair, perhaps because he had adapted to his current appearance. If his hair were slightly longer, he would feel very draggy, especially when the wind blew the hair down and teased his eyes.
"My hair is very long."
Cheng Lu raised her hand to smooth her bangs on her forehead and spoke calmly.
Zishi turned around while holding the bowl and moving her buttocks. She looked at Cheng Lu's hair in front of her eyebrows for a long time, and then said thoughtfully, "It does seem to be a little longer."
Not only Cheng Lu, but the world is also more accustomed to seeing this black-clothed swordsman with a middle parting.
As for whether it's black or not, it probably doesn't matter.
Parted hair in the middle, leggings, my name is Cheng Lu, please remember.
But the Taoist continued while eating his rice: "But there has never been a precedent for Jue Li to trim his hair."
Cheng Lu looked around. In this place outside the pass, besides a Taoist temple, there was only one white plum tree.
Taoist priests' hair is usually tied up into hairpins, so they probably don't need scissors.
Of course Zushi knew what Cheng Lu was looking for. He raised his head and chewed the rice grains in his mouth carefully until he swallowed them. Then he said something before Cheng Lu said that there was only such a sword here. come out.
"There is a kitchen knife in the temple. I use it to cut cabbage. You can use that to trim your hair."
Cheng Lu looked back at the Taoist, whose expression was extremely sincere.
But Cheng Lu still said seriously: "As a swordsman, if you use a kitchen knife to trim your hair, you will be laughed at."
"Who would laugh at you?"
"Simon."
Zushi frowned and thought for a while, then said, "That practitioner of the Five Swords Sect?"
There are not many people in the world who use knives.
During the two thousand years of Dao Dao, those other methods of cultivation had only shown some brilliance before the rise of Jianya.
If you are not from the South, it may be difficult to think of a person like Ximen.
Cheng Lu said softly: "Yes, after all, I started to trim my hair and keep it short because he cut off my bangs when I was in Lingnan. Think about it, if I really choose to use After cutting my hair with a kitchen knife, how can I stand straight in front of him and listen to him calling me senior brother?"
Zishi held the bowl and said seriously: "It doesn't matter. I'll beat him to death when I have time, and no one will laugh at me."
"Some people will still laugh at me, such as a junior fellow student named Nan Dao..."
Zishi sighed and said, "I don't dare to mess with this, but the worst thing you can do is just not see him in the future."
"He will come to me, because when he hears something, he will come to me and ask me where his senior sister and the others have gone."
"..."
Zushi looked at Cheng Lu silently, sighed and said, "Don't bully others too much."
Cheng Lu raised her eyebrows and said slowly: "Is this the first time a bad person files a complaint?"
"I'm a good person." Zishi said sincerely, picked up the bowl and took a mouthful of rice, then put the unfinished bowl of rice on the ground with his backhand, stood up, raised his palms and saluted: "But not anymore .”
As Zushi finished speaking, the Taoist wind suddenly blew up outside the temple.
Cheng Lu's eyes narrowed.
Fortunately, such a decisive blow was indeed not too far away from Cheng Lu.
The black-clothed swordsman quickly reached out and grasped the hilt of Jueli's sword, and with an extremely clear uproar, he pulled the broken sword out of the clear stream in front of the plum blossom.
The broken sword came out of the water, stirring up a stream of clear water like a surging wave, and then suddenly turned into a long dragon in the water, rolling up white waves like flowing clouds, and fell towards the Taoist with a sword.
Zushi raised his hands in front of him, and the Taoist texts around his body kept flowing. There was a golden light in his eyes. The Taoist's ears moved slightly, listening to a certain sound that might come from the sea of gods - the sound was not yet complete, and it was still only Some prototypes.
But even if there were only some prototypes, it was enough to calm the Taoist's eyes, call Dao Wen to fall in front of him, block the sword, and said lightly: "It seems that you and I are still going to be enemies."
Cheng Lu's sword failed, so she stood up with her sword in her hand, her sword spirit still floating in the night rain. She held the broken sword in her hand and pointed at the clear stream, and said sincerely: "I still decided to go up the mountain."
As these words fell, there seemed to be some very clear sounds coming from the sword cultivator's body. The sound of waves gradually rose.
In front of the Taoist, Cheng Lu began to break through the realm and enter the avenue.
The Taoist Zishi, who came from the ancient Taoist temple Yilu Temple, said nothing more. He held the Taoist secrets and the wind blew in the world, and day and night alternated suddenly.
The white plum blossoms have all fallen, but the branches still have the remaining morning dew.
When the Taoist's Taoist formula was completed, a white dew dropped from the branch.
In the world of life, there is only a sudden morning dew.
The Taoist's hand holding the Tao Jue reached out extremely quickly and caught the drop of dew with his fingers.
"Cheng Lu oh morning dew."
The Taoist said softly, and the dew on his fingertips instantly shattered and turned into a continuous mist, covering all the human world outside the pass.
The morning dew turned into water mist, and while the Taoist sighed, it turned into countless small Taoist texts. With a very determined and solemn intention, he threw down the black-clothed sword cultivator who was standing with a sword.
When Cheng Lu was at the critical moment of breaking through the realm, thousands of Dao fruits shook down in the Divine Sea and fell into the Dao Sea. They merged into vast waves and surged toward the shore. The waves crashed onto the shore, forming the force of overlapping waves.
Therefore, facing those Bai Lu Taoist techniques, it is naturally difficult for a sword cultivator to resist them. This is why Cheng Lu has not dared to break through.
It's just that things in the world will always come to an end.
Although Cheng Lu's mind could not escape from the divine sea, his condensed sword intent broke out of the sea and landed on such a sword of separation.
Thousands of years have passed since the broken sword, and the edge is still sharp. Under the influence of the sword's will, it rises up extremely quickly and goes away, turning into a brilliant stream of sword light, hovering around Cheng Lu. Although it cannot completely protect such a sword Xiu, after all, this sword of Mojianya still blocked most of the white dew mist.
Zushi raised his eyebrows slightly. Although he knew early on that the Jue Li would be the biggest variable along the riverside, he still didn't expect that the residual intention on the sword alone would be enough to stop his Bailu Taoist technique.
The Taoist formula in the Taoist's hand suddenly changes.
All the Taoist texts flashed with golden light, overflowing around him and falling into the white plum tree behind him.
The white dew on the plum blossoms swayed down, turning into an extremely cold autumn rain, blowing towards such a sword cultivator from south to north.
Qiu Yu suddenly came over, wiping his eyebrows, and hit the sword cultivator's sword intent, wiping everything away.
Cheng Lu suddenly opened her eyes.
Opening his eyes naturally does not mean that the wave of waves in the sea of sword cultivators has been completed.
The reason is actually very simple.
With the fall of such an autumn rain, this swordsman could no longer look back.
A drop of white dew can naturally be dispersed by the sword intent that circulates around the body.
But it’s not possible to have trees full of white dew.
Cheng Lu looked at the small drop of blood splashing at a certain point in front of her eyebrows, stretched out her hand to hold the Jue Li, and then she bowed back like a long bow, with her waist and abdomen tense.
Liuyun Sword Sect's sword cultivation is naturally also the cultivation of sword intention.
It's just like the world's evaluation.
A Taoist can stand in front of the sword cultivators of the Human Sword Sect with great calmness, but he will never relax and watch the people of the Liuyun Sword Sect hold their swords.
As the oldest sword sect in the world today, the people of Liuyun Sword Sect are certainly far superior to all sword cultivators in the world in terms of their proficiency in the sword in their hands.
The black-clothed sword cultivator bent and stretched like a bow. At that moment, the long sword was like an arrow, accumulating power as the body twisted with vitality and sword intent.
Zishi's expression became extremely solemn at that moment.
Even if he is a Taoist, even if Cheng Lu has not yet entered the Taoist path.
There was absolutely no way he could catch this sword forcefully.
It's just that the Liuyun Sword Sect's sword, as a killer's sword, is naturally extremely fast and extremely fierce.
And Cheng Lu, who is known as the Four Breaking Swordsman, can bring an extremely sharp sense of fragmentation to Zizhi.
Even though the sword was still in his hand, Zishi still felt some cutting coldness, which had already appeared on his body.
There are four places.
Between the eyebrows, between the throat and the heart.
There is another place, but it is above the heavenly spirit.
It was obvious that the sword had not passed through the wind, rain and dew.
But Zishi had already felt that sharpness.
So at the moment when Cheng Lu's figure started to tremble, Taoist figures were flowing around him, and he was about to leave under the white plum tree.
But the next moment, Zishi was stunned.
The flow of Dao Wen was somewhat stagnant.
Zushi lowered his head and looked at the bloody hole in his heart silently.
He suddenly didn't understand when it appeared.
Just because he didn't understand, the Taoist still gave a soft drink, and his Taoist charm spread, and he pushed back the sword cultivator who came through the white dew and autumn rain with his sword in hand.
The golden light of Dao Wen scattered across the river like flowing clouds.
Zushi raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, raised his head, and looked at the sword cultivator who had not trimmed his bangs so that the hair on his forehead was messy. His eyes moved down and fell on the sword in his hand. , but suddenly understood.
Yes.
Jueli is naturally a broken sword.
It's just that this sword, which represents the last dance of the retro style of swordsmanship, is much longer than an ordinary sword in the process of competing with the swordsmanship.
So even a broken sword is longer than an ordinary broken sword.
This was probably the reason why Zizhi misjudged the speed of Ye Yu's sword arrival.
Cheng Lu sighed with regret.
It's a pity that he still hasn't broken through. Otherwise, he could have directly come out of the sea of spirits with all his energy, withstood Manxi Daoyun, and stabbed out the remaining three breaks.
But of course there are no ifs in the world.
Cheng Lu sheathed her sword in an instant, and while calming the sea of gods, she quickly retreated.
The rhyme of the stream scattered and condensed, and gathered around Zizhi again.
The Yiluguan Taoist looked with regret at the sword cultivator who turned into sword light and went away. He did not catch up with him, but calmly stretched out his fingers to catch a drop of dew from the white dew autumn rain.
The white dew dispersed, and day and night suddenly alternated between heaven and earth.
The sword light flowed like a stream, but it came back in an instant and at an incredible speed.
Cheng Lu, who was supposed to leave with her injuries, was extremely surprised to see the sword light return to the bank of the stream outside the temple. She turned back to look at such a Taoist and said in a deep voice: "Nine-character mantra?"
Zishi coughed - Cheng Lu's first attack did cause some injuries to the Taoist.
The Taoist loosened his fingers, raised his palms and said sincerely: "I can't."
Cheng Lu seemed to understand something and turned to look at Qingxi aside.
The gurgling stream seemed to be flowing, but also seemed to be still.
The sword cultivator stretched out his sword, and the broken sword twisted three feet away from him as if it had been plunged into water.
Cheng Lu seemed to understand something and suddenly turned around.
"So this is the art of morning dew?"
Zishi said honestly: "Yes."
"Where are we?"
"The plum blossoms are above the white dew."
So in the beginning, there was no alternation between day and night.
The art of time has always been a miraculous art in the world.
It can be mastered by no ordinary person.
That was just an illusion that Liuyun Sword Cultivator was included in the plum blossom morning dew by Taoism.
Cheng Lu sighed, raised her hand to break away, and slowly wiped the rain off the sword. As her fingertips brushed across the blade, green fire ignited.
"It turns out that the killer is really going to be killed."
Zishi said sincerely: "If one of us can die, it doesn't matter if it's you or me."
Taoist fire also erupted around him - thousands of Taoist scriptures entered his body, and the vast energy of heaven and earth was condensed on the Taoist's body. At this moment, the Taoist's bone density was probably far better than that of most swordsmen in the world. .
Cheng Lu no longer thought about the waves in the sea, breaking through the gates of the nine realms with the force of the waves.
The vitality of heaven and earth in the divine sea was slowly ignited.
The sword cultivator's sword fire and the Taoist's Taoist text entering the body can certainly be regarded as full power.
There are no traces of mysterious magic.
Everything returns to its original nature.
Therefore, it is better to not enter the great road than to enter the great road.
You have entered the avenue and moved to the next level.
Cheng Lu sent out a sword, but the Taoist raised his hand directly in front of him and stopped the sword abruptly.
However, after all, the famous swords in the world have the advantages of the famous swords in the world.
Even if the sword is broken, it will eventually be broken in the hands of Emperor Huai.
The sword fire burst out from the sword, but it was also embedded in the Taoist's bones.
Zishi's body and Zhou Daoyun trembled, and then quickly condensed to the arm bone, and the sword was suppressed and away.
Cheng Lu looked at the Taoist in great surprise, and the latter also looked at the Jue Li in amazement.
"What a sword from the cliff."
Zushi sighed softly.
Cheng Lu didn't answer, she just quickly sheathed the sword and then sent it out again.
The killer's sword, although the first sword is often the most violent and decisive.
It's just that the sword of death is naturally a sword cultivator in the world.
The sword in his hand came one after another, like a continuous autumn rain. Before the force of one sword stopped, the second sword had already arrived.
It's just that the Taoist's Taoist body is like the sea, standing under the white plum blossoms, unshakable by wind and rain, and the Taoist robes have taken over all the sword intentions.
There was already a lot of fine sweat on Cheng Lu's forehead.
After all, he never entered the avenue.
Even if the divine sea is ignited, it has the power to fight against Taoists, but this swordsman also knows that once the vitality of the divine sea is burned out.
At that time, I was just like a weak human being, falling in front of the Taoist, perhaps not as big a threat as an upside-down rice bowl.
At least a Taoist can slip and fall while stepping on his rice bowl.
Then the sword of wind and rain became more and more urgent.
But Zushi just stayed at Baimei by the stream, waiting for the sword cultivator to be exhausted.
Although Cheng Lu is a young Sanjian, she is just like the name attached to Sanjian.
This swordsman is still too young after all.
He had just turned twenty-five.
Then the sword fire on the sword gradually began to waver, just like when the oil lamp burned out.
Zushi raised his hand to catch the last sword sent by the swordsman. Although he was panting slightly, compared to Cheng Lu, this was probably not a serious matter.
"Cheng Lu, Cheng Lu, of course you can't go up the mountain anymore."
The Taoist said very sadly, and his Taoist body left the body, turning into the force of autumn rain again, and walked towards the sword cultivator who stood with a sword and couldn't stop breathing.
Cheng Lu stood there with her sword in hand and was silent for a while. Looking at the wind and rain, the sword in her hand rang slightly, but she was probably exhausted. Jueli only trembled slightly and then fell silent.
So the sword cultivator did not lift the sword again, but just sat down with the sword in his hand.
The autumn rain is coming.
But it calmed down under the Taoist's surprised eyes.
Then at that moment, the two of them heard a very subtle sound.
It was like the sound of a drop of dew falling from a branch and then falling into the soil.
Zushi raised his head in disbelief and looked at the sky.
The sword dropped vertically from the sky, and passed through a plum branch at an incredible speed. The Taoist's heavenly spirit penetrated it, and nailed him to death in front of the plum trees by the stream.
A severed plum branch fell from the tree.
Cheng Lu was silent for a long time, then stood up slowly, walked to the Taoist, raised her hand and grasped the sword inserted in the Taoist's head, and pulled it out with a lot of filth.
The blade of the sword was blazing hot, carrying an inextinguishable flame brought about by traveling through the sky.
Cheng Lu's hand holding the sword also lit up with many flames.
But he didn't let go of the sword, he just held it in front of him and his eyes fell on the sword.
There are three words on it.
Dielianhua.
Still beheading Baimei.
