Cheng Lu, who had never seen Dielianhua, had an extremely clear feeling at this moment.
He felt that he might be the destined son of this world.
Otherwise, why would such a sword fall from the sky?
Cheng Lu couldn't help but pant, and put Jue Li into the sheath, then held the sword in the high-speed friction, the sword fire burned blazingly, and slowly sat down on the bank of the stream.
Such a long sword with eternal green fire carries an extremely sharp sword intent that has never been seen before.
Even his master, Chen Yunxi, who was fifteenth level in the world, could not possess such sword intent.
On the sword body, Cheng Lu could even faintly feel a kind of power from ghosts and gods, like some remaining will, hiding in the sword body with great panic.
When Cheng Lu tried to touch the long sword with her sword intention, at that moment, the entire world outside the pass heard an extremely clear and distant sword cry.
It's like someone is blowing a broken pottery xun in the distant sky, and the sound is like the downflow of the Milky Way, flowing throughout the world.
The black-clothed sword cultivator was immersed in the sound of swords that sounded like water flowing from the sky, completely forgetting that his hands and knees were slowly burning.
In the dark, this sword cultivator seemed to have seen some extremely distant scenes.
Snow is everywhere, maybe it's snow all over the mountains, maybe it's thousands of drifting clouds.
At the far edge of all horizons, there seemed to be two extremely tiny figures, standing on top of the blue clouds.
Maybe there are white hairs flying like snow, maybe there are ancient silent umbrellas covering the fine snow.
The white-haired figure seemed to raise his hand.
Then the sound of the sword resounded through the clouds.
Cheng Lu found herself flying towards the edge of such a distant horizon at an incredible speed.
Until it fell into the hands of such a white-haired swordsman.
Then an extremely bright light appeared in the sky, and everything around him quickly dimmed. Before such absolute brightness, all lights seemed like darkness.
Cheng Lu passed through all the light and darkness, and collided with the endless clear river of light.
Heaven and earth are silent.
Cheng Lu seemed to vaguely hear a very gentle but also extremely amazed voice.
"Does this sword have a name?"
Someone smiled.
"Toast."
"A toast?"
"Toast."
So the moon is like a sword, cutting through everything.
Cheng Lu suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, opened her eyes, and looked at Qingxi in front of her blankly.
The flames in his hands are still burning.
Cheng Lu seemed not to feel it.
Although Zhang Xiaoyu said at the beginning that the vitality of heaven and earth is attached to his hands and can insulate him from the temperature.
But after all, the existence of sword fire is naturally enough to burn through many things.
Cheng Lu's hands were actually burned to the bone, and were an extremely pale color under the green fire.
But Cheng Lu turned a blind eye and stared blankly at the clear stream, looking at her own eyes reflected in the stream.
The dark pupils were empty.
But Cheng Lu always felt like she saw a sword coming from the sky and falling down on the earth like a bright moon.
The people in the sky, the moon in the mountains.
Cheng Lu narrowed her eyes and saw an extremely tiny sword mark from the very depths of her pupils.
It was also at this time that Liuyun Sword Cultivator discovered that there were many tiny blood droplets pouring out from the depths of his pupils.
If you hear it, you will be hurt, if you see it, you will die.
Some people listen to the wind, and some people spy on the sword fire.
So we finally got the tip of the iceberg.
Cheng Lu closed her eyes and did not look at the sword mark in her eyes again. She just sat with her sword across her body, and the sword wind gradually blew around her.
There are thousands of sword intentions in the clear stream, like tiny fish being lifted out by the sword wind. Surrounding such a sword cultivator, they turn into countless clear streams, pouring down, like an autumn coming to the world. Like a late, continuous rain.
Of course the sword fire needs to be extinguished by the rain of swords.
The fire on the sword on his knees finally began to slowly subside.
Cheng Lu looked calm and began to breathe out the vitality between heaven and earth.
The sound of waves rising from the sea rose faintly.
Under the white plum tree, the Taoist's body finally rolled down the stream bank, and fell with a thud, bringing up a pool of snow-white waves. The waves sank, and slowly flowed away with the Taoist's body.
They will fail.
Already victorious.
They are already victorious.
But it will fail.
...
A land of plains ten miles outside the pass.
The Taoist stood on a stone on the side of the road, looking around. Then he walked off the stone melancholy, looked back at the young boy who was roasting some game, sighed and said: "Lu Xiaosan, Lu Mistress, do you know what I missed, uncle, because of your greedy mouth?"
The little boy, whose mouth was full of oil, raised his head in confusion, looked at Le Chaotian and said, "What?"
Song Guo also looked over.
Le Chaotian looked at the two of them for a long time, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, let's eat."
Lu Xiaosan lowered his head in confusion, chewing on the piece of meat that looked like a cat, but was so ferocious that he didn't know what it was.
The young boy didn't realize that the three of them had unknowingly reached the outside of the pass until he saw the vegetation gradually thinning out in the distance.
Le Chaotian seemed to be looking for something.
Lu Xiaosan only knew this, but what exactly it was, the young boy didn't know.
The young man probably no longer remembers the fact that the Taoist lent his sword to a young man in Qingshang.
Just like he often doesn't remember that he has a little country dog.
Fortunately, today's little native dog has learned to follow Lu Xiaosan around. He may disappear all of a sudden, and then he will pop out from nowhere in the grass with a setaria in his mouth.
Lu Xiaosan was indeed not harsh on such a little native dog. He had a chicken leg to eat, so he had to give it a piece of wing tip no matter what.
So when Lu Xiaosan was gnawing on that unknown meat, the little local dog Cao Weiying, who had gone to who knows where, was wagging his tail again, jumping and running around with grass leaves all over his body. out.
Probably smelling the aroma of barbecue, he jumped over like a trumpet Lu Xiaosan.
Unfortunately, when he got to the road, he was intercepted by Le Chaotian and snatched away.
Lu Xiaosan heard the dog barking just now, but when he turned around, he found it was gone and thought he had heard it wrong.
Looking again, it turned out that he was carried away by Le Chaotian.
"Uncle, where are you going?"
Lu Xiaosan asked in surprise.
Le Chaotian walked there slowly with Cao Weiying in his arms, and said, "Go and have a look in front, you don't have to leave it for me."
Lu Xiaosan hugged the thigh bone, took a big bite, and said hummingly: "Who wants to keep it for you?"
Lu Xiaosan forgot what the thing he was eating was called again, so he turned to look at the pine cone that was chewing the big cat head.
"Uncle Master, what is this thing called? Why do you want to give it up?"
Pinecone was also stunned for a moment, and the tendon it was pulling on collapsed tightly, just like the little demon was thinking seriously.
After a long time, Song Guo said hesitantly: "Relic?"
Although Lu Xiaosan felt something was wrong, he seemed to vaguely remember this thing.
But no matter how it sounds, it seems to be something related to Lu Ming's Buddhism.
Isn't Guanwai the birthplace of the avenue?
The young boy fell into deep thought.
...
Of course Le Chaotian came here to find his own Die Lianhua.
It's just that the Taoist did all the calculations and never thought that such a sword would be thrown here by a sword cultivator behind Tianmen, and it would land in front of such a sword cultivator in black.
This makes Le Chaotian very regretful.
Could it be that the predecessors planted trees for future generations to enjoy the shade?
The Taoist walked a long way and stood on a hill somewhere. He squatted down and looked at the sword cultivator sitting quietly in front of the Meixi Temple for a long time.
The little native dog may have sensed something, and was a little resistant to Le Chaotian's embrace at first. However, when it saw a sword lying across the knee of a certain swordsman in the distance, it suddenly became quiet. After a while, he started whimpering softly again.
Le Chaotian raised his hand and stroked the little native dog's head.
"People always die."
The Taoist said softly.
"Things with ideas will always die."
"In the long run, it will inevitably decay."
Perhaps stones will be no exception.
The little local dog just barked softly and licked the back of the Taoist's hand.
Le Chaotian lowered his head, looked at the native dog in his arms, and said softly: "Do you want to take a look?"
"Woof woof."
Le Chaotian just smiled and shook his head.
"Forget it. Since it has landed in front of him, it naturally belongs to him. We can just take a look at it from a distance."
"Woof woof."
"Why snatch it back? No one can occupy anything in the world for a long time. Mountain breezes and autumn moons are waiting for hundreds of generations in the world. Whose name must be written on the great rivers of the world? We don't look at ten thousand years, we only look at ourselves. The short days and nights."
"Woof woof woof."
"Is there something you can't let go of? You need to be more unrestrained as a human being, and as a dog, you like a bone, so you don't have to take it away. If you like to eat shit, do you mean to talk about that fat person? Come over here , give me a drink? Life can’t be forced."
"Woof woof woof."
Le Chaotian looked down at the little native dog in his arms with a frown on his face. The dog's face, which was always smiling in the past, now had a grin on its face.
The Taoist thought for a long time and finally realized that he had stepped on the tail of the little native dog.
Le Chaotian sadly took Cao Weiying's tail out from under his shoes and said softly: "Okay, I admit, it's me who doesn't want to let go. Is there anyone in the world who is not tempted? I heard the clatter of copper coins. When the land falls all over the hillside, I will be filled with joy. It is a kind of rich happiness. Not to mention the sword used by such a senior, of course I can't let it go."
The little native dog jumped out of the Taoist's arms, turned around and ran in the direction of Lu Xiaosan. He only ran for a while, but stopped again, standing on the path full of bleak grass and leaves, looking back. A small view of Meixi in the distance.
There are no cool people or things in the world.
In everything, there is always a connection.
Le Chaotian looked at the little native dog quietly, then stood up and looked at the sword cultivator by the river for a long time.
After a long time, Genius Lechao said quietly to himself: "Forget it, let's give it to you."
Just like when I told Lu Xiaosan to forget about it and eat.
The Taoist turned around and left here sadly.
By the Baimei River.
The black-clothed short-haired swordsman sat cross-legged there quietly. The sword fire in the divine sea that was once ignited has been extinguished, and a lot of vitality water is gradually converging in the sea of dao.
Very few people leave this world.
Naturally, the vitality of heaven and earth here may be more abundant.
Cheng Lu was very close to breaking through.
But he didn't know that at a certain moment, his fate was suspended, like a leaf falling in the wind, and he didn't know where it would fall.
He also didn't know that there was a very inconspicuous white hair on the hilt of the long sword with the sword flame extinguished. After the Taoist left, it was blown by the wind into the clear stream and went with the current.
What the fortune teller said in Daze is naturally correct.
No matter how generous and decisive people are in the world, they will eventually have selfish desires.
When Chen Yunxi scolded his disciple in a cold voice in the autumn rain of Qingtian Dao Mountain twenty years ago, wasn't it a kind of anger that hated iron for not being able to become steel?
...
When a certain sword wind blew through the world outside the pass, the Taoist finally walked back slowly from a distance.
The young boy was holding a big club bone and carrying a sword gourd on his back. He stood there solemnly and looked into the distance, completely unaware that the bone in his hand had fallen into the mouth of the little native dog.
"Uncle Master, could such a strange phenomenon be due to the birth of some strange treasure?"
The young man was very cautious.
Be ready to summon the sword light all over the sky at any time, like autumn water, to cleanse the world and restore clarity.
Le Chaotian just smiled and said, "Where is the rare treasure?"
Lu Xiaosan frowned and said, "Then what is this?"
Le Chaotian turned around and looked in the direction where the sword wind was blowing. In the distance, there was a bright sword light, traveling between heaven and earth, and falling down to the earth very quickly.
The Taoist looked at it for a long time, then turned back with regret and said with a soft smile: "That was your uncle's missed youth dream."
"..."
"There's just a sword repairer outside the pass to enter the avenue. There's nothing interesting to see. If you want to be chopped in half by his sword, you can go and join in the fun."
Lu Xiaojianxian shrank his neck, quickly shook his head and said: "Then forget it."
Song Guo was hesitant to speak at the side, and Lu Xiaosan looked at her suspiciously.
"What do you want to say?"
Pinecone hesitated for a long time before saying softly: "It's over."
Lu Xiaosan's expression tightened and he quickly asked: "What's the end? How come it's the end?"
Song Guo pointed to the big bone in Lu Xiaosan's hand.
Lu Xiaosan looked down.
It's really over.
The meat on the bones had been chewed clean by the little native dog Cao Weiying.
At this moment, the angry young boy returned to the world of sword immortals.
"Here comes the sword! Cao Weiying, you thief, stop for me!"
The little local dog scampered away to the miscanthus outside the pass.
A little country dog who is a thief is of course a dog thief.
Le Chaotian smiled softly as he watched Lu Xiaosan chase the local dog. After watching for a long time, he suddenly turned back and looked further north outside the pass.
After watching it for a long time, the smile on the Taoist's face gradually faded and turned into a very dull look.
"It's easy to get out of seclusion. But it's probably not that easy to come back."
Songguo felt like she heard something, turned to look at Le Chaotian who was standing there, hesitated a little, and asked, "What was the uncle talking about just now?"
Le Chaotian turned back, smiled slightly and said, "It's nothing."
The Taoist said, taking steps towards the southwest.
"We've been walking for so long, let's go see the snow."
...
The eleven-fold sword cultivator was not conspicuous, and looked extremely ordinary among the many sword cultivators who were carrying their swords.
Sometimes it is difficult for the world to imagine such an ordinary-looking old man, and one step further up, he is someone like Bai Yuyao.
Not even Jiang Ye thought about it.
When this Nine Realm Sword Cultivator took the sugar cake from his hand countless times, he never thought that such an old man who huddled in the alley outside the Nanyi City Sword Garden all day long could also use a good sword.
When he was in Huaidu, this sword cultivator was the last one to arrive.
When Jiang Ye was still in Nanyi City, he discussed this issue with Mei Quming very seriously.
Is the old man in the alley a former Sword Master, or is he just a common man who has died of old age over the years?
He thought this was a question that would have no answer.
It’s just that there are certainly no questions in the world that don’t have answers.
The old man's name is Song Qi.
Whether it is true or false is random, and probably no one knows.
But his sword has a great name.
It's called Shen Yun.
It was a very heavy sword, and it looked like a piece of black wood under the oil pan. It was very solid and could be burned all day long.
With such a sword, Zihuai made a sword mark that went straight into the desert.
Even Jiang Ye and the others had never thought that this old swordsman who was not familiar to everyone but was considered familiar to everyone would be so straightforward.
Kamikawa hadn't even spoken yet.
The thick black sword had already been unsheathed from behind Song Qi, and it slashed towards Huaidu.
The world should indeed be thankful that their Majesty is really very tall.
Otherwise, even if the sword did not actually fall, it would be enough to completely destroy the entire Sophora Sophora under the overflowing sword intent.
When Cheng Lu broke through the barrier outside the pass, the sword spirit and sword wind diffused from the sword falling from the sky were naturally noticed by the sword cultivators walking in the desert.
In the wind and sand, all the sword cultivators stopped and looked over there in surprise.
Jiang Ye stood there with squinted eyes.
Of course, the sword intentions scattered to the world are not limited to the meaning on the sword.
There is also the meaning of the divine sea of a certain sword cultivator.
As a sword cultivator of the same generation as Cheng Lu, Jiang Ye was certainly no stranger to a member of the Liuyun Sword Sect who was as famous as Zhang Xiaoyu.
Maybe a little sad.
After all, from this moment on, Jiang Ye is no longer Cheng Lu's senior brother, but his junior brother.
Over the past hundred years, some stories have passed alternately in some hurried years.
Jiang Ye stood there with the sword on his back and looked back for a long time. For some reason, he breathed a sigh of relief.
When he turned around, he found that his senior brother Song Qi, who was in the eleventh stack, was standing behind him, smiling with admiration.
"Cheng Lu has also entered the avenue."
Of course everyone in Nanyi City has heard of a name like Cheng Lu.
That kind of smile may be very sincere, but Jiang Ye's heart is extremely heavy - that kind of mood started after that night in Huaido.
The Nine Realm Sword Cultivator looked at Song Qi for a long time, looking at this old man who had been selling sugar and oil cakes in Nanyi City for many years.
After a long time, he asked softly: "What exactly do you want to do, senior brother?"
The smile on Song Qi's face was very old and sincere.
"In the long run, it will inevitably decay."
This sword cultivator, who was older than Zhuang Baiyi, carried such a heavy sword with his name re-engraved on his back and headed towards the depths of the desert.
Outside the pass is the place where the great avenue was born, and it is also the place where Nan Yi is buried.
"I also want to make three swords."
The old swordsman said this very sincerely.
He had been waiting all his life, perhaps just for such a sentence.
