The yellow snake rushed down from Cheng Zhiyuan's hand. It looked at the little yellow flowers in shock. Under the breeze, the yellow flowers swayed slightly, as if they were saying hello to it.

This is the first time that the yellow snake transformed by the emperor's spiritual drum has seen something like "flower". The yellow flowers bloom in the world, carrying the best memories of spring. They can grow anywhere and have extremely strong vitality.

The prosperity.

The little snake rushed into the group of yellow flowers and rolled around. Although the fragrance was faint, it could smell it. It was a fragrance that moistened the snake's heart, reminding it of a butterfly I saw in Huang Lizhiyuan.

The butterfly also has a fragrance that does not belong to the world, nor does it belong to the burial land.

"Shit! (makes a very happy sound)"

The little snake pulled off the yellow flower with its tail, put it on its head, swayed its head on its left, and then swayed its head. The two watery eyes blinked and quickly narrowed again. The snake's letter contracted and swallowed. Such a scene is roughly worthy of

I am overjoyed.

But Cheng Zhiyuan looked at the yellow snake's movements and subconsciously touched his eyebrows.

His hands were a little stiff and his eyes seemed a little confused.

I can't laugh, I can't laugh, and even see such a beautiful scenery, I don't even have a trace of joy in my heart.

Cheng Zhiyuan looked at this world and suddenly felt infinite loneliness.

Is this the world?

He sat under the crabapple tree and looked at the yellow snake running around among the wild flowers, his expression a little sad.

The right hand hangs down, and the left hand unconsciously covers his chest. There, the fiery red heart is still beating fiercely.

I am alive, but why is there no joy?

In the end, he fainted due to severe heart pain on the emperor's side. After waking up, he became like this.

Suddenly, the head of a little yellow snake appeared in front of the slightly lowered head.

It bit a yellow flower in its mouth, crawled over and placed the yellow flower in Cheng Zhiyuan's palm.

"Shit. (Make a sound that doesn't hurt)"

The yellow snake blinked her eyes to please Cheng Zhiyuan. The latter wanted to smile, but it still had that cold face.

The hills are undulating, wild flowers are everywhere, and crabapple trees are everywhere. The one I rely on grows slightly better.

There was a quarrel not far away. Cheng Zhiyuan slowly turned his head, his ears moved, and he stood up with the crabapple tree. He saw two swordsmen standing about thirty feet away in front of the left.

Haitang was also sprayed down his head, and the two swordsmen were quarreling with each other, and one of them even had a slight tendency to draw his sword.

They are talking about the trajectory of swordsmanship and the usage of swordsmanship.

Cheng Zhiyuan listened for a while and found it very interesting, but he heard the two argued: Is the sword the best soldier or the evil one?

He shook his head and walked out: "Where is there any good or bad at the top? It's just a killing thing, but even if you want to kill someone, you have to have an intention to tell yourself why you dance with a sword..."

"Hiss? (make a puzzled sound)"

The yellow snake raised its head high, and a small flower was pressed upside down by it, looking a little strange and cute.

The quarrel between the two swordsmen became louder and louder.

When Cheng Zhiyuan came over, the two of them also noticed the figures that appeared not far away. In this spring when yellow flowers bloomed in the mountains, it was a pleasure to see the third swordsman.

There are few like-minded people in the world, but now, the winner is more important.

The two swordsmen stopped arguing and faced him together. The mai swordsman on the left grabbed Cheng Zhiyuan's arm and said excitedly:

"Brother, you're here just now. We were discussing the debate on swordsmanship here. I think swordsmanship is a dignified and upright method of attack, but this guy believes that swordsmanship should go through tricks, not upright.

Road! Look, what he said is clearly an evil road!”

The swordsman in Mai's clothes was filled with anger, while the swordsman in blue shirt on the side said, "The sword is a fierce soldier. No matter how beautiful it is, it cannot be erased. The fact that this thing is born to kill people, since it is

If you kill someone, what is the best thing to do? It is best to achieve your goals by any means."

Cheng Zhiyuan's eyes moved, and this was indeed correct, because he did the same, so he nodded and responded: "Yes, I think so too. The sword was originally a fierce soldier, and was born to kill people.

of."

The blue-shirted swordsman suddenly showed joy, while the mai-shirted swordsman turned red and said angrily:

"It is true that a murderer is a soldier, but everyone in the world understands that if you are close to a gentleman and stay away from a villain, the sword is the king of a hundred soldiers. Since you are a king, how can you get the truth that a vicious and treacherous person wins the world!"

Cheng Zhiyuan nodded, his expression was cold, because he lost his joy.

What Mai Swordsman said was correct. Listening to Mai Swordsman's words, he couldn't help but remember what Long Su said to him at that time, and thought of his own way forward, so he said:

"What you said is correct. Swords are kings among soldiers. Although they are for killing, they are full of arrogance. I have heard that the sixty holy gates and three hundred roads in the world are all for learning, and the only sword technique is to be learned.

It is because of the teachings that only the master is allowed to seek disciples, and never allow them to seek disciples. Therefore, the swordsman is proud and can see a group of people."

The face of the swordsman in Mai changed from anger to astonishment, and finally turned into joy. He laughed loudly and said happily: "Yes! That's the truth! Although the sword is a weapon, it is even more a gentleman. In ancient times, Emperor Xuanyuan defeated Chiyou with his sword.

Both of them fought with dignity. If the swordsmanship is treacherous, wouldn’t it mean that the Lord of Huangdi is Chiyou who is the one who is the best among the heretics?”

"In this way, where is my ancestor?"

The blue-shirted swordsman looked cold and said dissatisfied: "Chiyou is not orthodox, but Huangdi is not orthodox, Yandi is the original lord of the world, Huangdi is the Northern Di, and Chiyou is the Southern Barbarian."

"Among the three saints of Suigu, Huangdi and Chiyou are both not the orthodox Central Plains!"

He changed his mind and intended to use the three saints of Suigu to bring down the swordsman in Mai's clothes. The latter's face suddenly became angry: "You..."

"That's not what I said."

Cheng Zhiyuan is of course familiar with the battle between Huangdi and Chiyou. At present, in this world, it seems that Chiyou does not think that Chiyou is a demon, but is respected as one of the three saints of Suigu, which is extremely defined as the Three Patriarchs of Humanities in China in later generations.

Similar, this is actually easy to do.

Since there is this definition, there must be a person with a definition. No matter who the person with this definition is, in short, it is impossible to be the little swordsman in front of you.

If you want to refute others and talk about them, then just point out the origin of the problem. If you say something weird, it sounds like this. If you say it better, it is called a child of a famous family, but if it sounds a little bit ugly...

That's a stubborn person.

Is it difficult to deal with a lever? I’ve removed the lever!

Cheng Zhiyuan pointed to the swordsman in Mai, then the swordsman in Qingshi, and said, "You have already mentioned the Three Saints of Suigu, so I ask you, who decided this name?"

The blue-shirted swordsman's expression changed and he immediately became silent and closed his mouth.

Who decided this? Of course, it was determined by the Emperor Zhou. There were three major recognitions. The most sage master of the Confucian Sect made a conclusion. The giant saint of the Mo Sect even went to worship the three saints of Suigu in person, and all

The rules and regulations are all set by the Supreme Saint of the Dharma. He is a little swordsman. To put it nicely, he is an outer disciple of the Sword Sect. To put it badly, he is a passerby who occasionally heard the Sword Saint preaching.

.

But when the Sword Saint preached, he also said that swordsmanship can be weird.

But now, he did not dare to refute Cheng Zhiyuan's problem because he did not have the ability to refute, saying that he would pull Huangdi and Chiyou from the position of the Three Saints of Suigu, he did not have the qualifications, nor did he have the courage.

The blue-clothed swordsman had a little blue veins on his forehead and his face was gloomy, while the Mai-clothed swordsman laughed loudly, very happy.

Cheng Zhiyuan looked at the two of them coldly. At this moment, he was really paralyzed.

Although the swordsman in blue shirt did not speak, Cheng Zhiyuan still had something to say:

"But, since you ask me, I'll tell you what I think."
Chapter completed!