It was summer, but after a rain, it would be fine, but it would be heavy snow, which made many people feel that it was probably the monks on the mountain that had made some big noise again.

They are no longer the same as before. They know that all the things in this world are definitely not related to the world themselves. Most of them are caused by people who can go to the sea of ​​clouds at any time.

Just like every cultivator in the sea, when he leaves the world, there will be a bloody rain on earth.

It’s just that it snows like this summer, but it still makes those children much happier. Throughout the year, only winter can play snowball fights. After winter, you have to wait for a whole year.

During this year, I naturally missed the time when I was having a snowball fight. This sudden heavy snow made the children very happy, so they played a snowball fight.

Yueyang County is not far from Qingzhou Prefecture. The hot pot in Qingzhou Prefecture spreads everywhere. The first place to visit is Yueyang County.

The customs and customs here are very similar to those of Qingzhou Prefecture. They eat spicy food, but their living customs are somewhat more favorable to Duzhou Prefecture. Walking on the long street, you can always hear many sounds. There are as many teahouses as card shops here.

On the easternmost side of Yueyang County, in an abandoned courtyard, several children were bent down in the snow and kneading the white snow into snow balls with their hands, and then putting it into a bamboo basket beside them.

Since you want to have a good time playing snowball fights, you can't smash them one by one. This way, you will get a bamboo basket first, and then you will be satisfied.

A child with patches of clothes blew his little hand that was already cold red, turned his head and said something to a child in the distance, and then soon burst into laughter.

Very lively and joyful.

About half a quarter of an hour later, the snowball fight officially began. The snowballs flew over here and fell on a child from time to time, but there would be no painful sounds, only laughter and encouragement.

Whoosh, whoosh.

A snow ball fell into the alley outside the yard and hit the head of a young man in blue. The snow ball spread out, but the young man with a sword hanging around his waist laughed.

In the distance, a middle-aged Taoist man in a Taoist robe stood at the end of the alley, looking at the young man in a blue shirt hanging from a sword.

The young man in blue shirt raised his head and his eyes met the sight of the middle-aged Taoist who looked nothing special.

The two of them looked at each other and looked away, but they didn't say anything.

But at this moment, the wind and snow in the alley were invisible.

The middle-aged Taoist looked at the sword hanging around the waist of the young man in blue and said slowly: "When you broke through the realm, Shengge was about to leave that sword. In fact, you should have come to me by yourself."

The young man in green shirt smiled and said, "I didn't have the right to do it before, but now Ye Sheng wants to take action?"

Ye Sheng said bluntly: "Li Fuyao, even if you are casting a sword, you are still not my opponent. I am here to find you, not to kill you, but just want to ask you something."

Li Fuyao pulled the corner of his mouth and whispered: "It's not easy for Ye Sheng to kill me."

Ye Sheng's expression remained unchanged and said straight to the point: "With the personality of Chao Qingqiu, in Qiufeng Town, he had the ability to leave a few saints, but did nothing. Why is it for?"

People like Ye Sheng can naturally infer many things through what they did to Qingqiu, but some things are not very clear about, so they want to verify them.

He had long discovered that since the old Confucian scholar reappeared in the clouds, something that had not happened in the past has happened in this world, so the old Confucian scholar said he wanted to open the sky, but he did not respond.

He didn't have much thought about starting a war. Neither the demons nor the human race were willing to fight. This was expected, because no one wanted to die like this, but he didn't fight Chao Qingqiu, so Ye Xiujing was really confused.

Li Fuyao asked: "Since Ye Sheng wants to know these things, why don't he ask Chao Jianxian in person?"

Ye Sheng looked at him, with no expression on his face, but there seemed to be a thin layer of fog in his eyes.

If you ask what Chao Qingqiu can ask, there will be nothing difficult to deal with in this world.

"Shengge has seen Chao Qingqiu, and she knows something."

When Ye Sheng said this, he looked at Li Fuyao and found that Li Fuyao frowned slightly, and knew that he was right.

Li Fuyao looked at the saint and was always careful. His sword energy had poured into his chest. After all, Ye Sheng was the number one person in the Taoist sect, and his realm was already very high before. When Chao Qingqiu did not become a cultivator in Canghai again, only the old Confucian scholar in the whole world could truly fight Ye Sheng.

"Li Fuyao, a hundred years of vast oceans, such a thing happened now, it is not normal to look at it, let alone you, Li Fuyao, are not of medium qualifications, and I can guess some things without saying them."

Ye Sheng was still so calm.

Li Fuyao said seriously: "Ye Sheng believes that should the accounts of six thousand years ago be settled?"

As the leader of the Taoist sect, Ye Sheng naturally knew what happened six thousand years ago. It was originally a matter of Chen Guzi rotting sesame seeds. As long as the swordsman lineage continues to decline, no one will turn it out. Even if it turns out, what if it turns out?

Could it be that someone else can do something to them?

But in the current situation, the swordsman lineage is no less than Taoist or Confucianism.

If the next arrangement of the Swordsman lineage is to pay off their debts, these things will be a headache for him.

The old Confucian scholars want to leave the world, the saints also want to leave the world, and the sword immortals want to settle the score...

The demon clan is eyeing the north.

"You shouldn't think about this kind of thing."

Ye Sheng looked at the sky and said, "If Chao Qingqiu really wanted to settle the score, it would not be the current situation."

The implication of this sentence is simple and clear.

Without Chao Qingqiu, even if the sword immortals worked together, they would not get the results they wanted so easily.

Li Fuyao's face looked a little ugly, but he returned to normal in an instant. He looked at Ye Sheng and said with a smile: "Maybe one day in the future, I can do it."

After all the grudges against the Taoist sect were placed outside the sky, even if Li Fuyao wanted to settle the score, he had to wait for that matter to pass.

But after that incident passed, whether he is still in the world or not is rare.

Ye Sheng took a step forward in the heavy snow. Although he had no intention of murder, Li Fuyao felt a lot of pressure.

The red dust sword on his waist trembled slightly, and he was extremely excited.

After the sword was forged, there was no battle yet.

But in this first battle, I chose this Taoist saint, which is probably a bit dangerous.

Ye Sheng glanced at him and said lightly: "I want to fight with me, you are not qualified yet."

Before the words were dissipated, the saint had already turned into a golden light and dissipated.

Li Fuyao stood there, rubbed his forehead, and looked at the sky. He left Jianshan and was not in a hurry to go to the demon soil, but came here, and no one knew about it.

If Ye Sheng insisted on fighting, Li Fuyao would not have any help.

But he didn't know how the saint found him.

After thinking about it, he still didn't think it through. He turned around and walked towards the dilapidated courtyard. When he arrived at the gate, a snow ball flew out of the yard. He reached out and grabbed it, and then looked at the children in the yard.

The children were surprised by the young man in blue clothes who suddenly appeared, but soon saw the young man reaching out and throwing the snow ball at them.

After throwing out the snow ball, the young man in green looked away and touched the hilt of his sword around his waist.

The child who was hit in the head was not angry at all, nor cried, but instead looked straight at the sword hanging around Li Fuyao's waist.

Li Fuyao sat on the threshold and asked with a smile: "Who wants to see?"

As he spoke, he untied the sword and placed it on his knees, smiling unabashed.

Several children looked at each other, threw the bamboo basket in their hands, and ran over. Several children surrounded Li Fuyao, all looking at the sword.

That's a sword.

There is a storyteller in Yueyang County. I don’t know how many stories have been told about those heroes who walk around the world with their swords. It can be said that no one has ever seen a hero appear in Yueyang County.

Even the blacksmith shops in the county do not make swords.

This is the first time I have seen this legendary sword.

A bold child looked at Li Fuyao and asked, "Big brother, can I touch it?"

Li Fuyao reached out to remove the sword energy from the sword and nodded with a smile.

The brave child wiped his hands that were already cold red on his clothes, and then he carefully picked up the sword called Hongchen with both hands.

Then soon, another child reached out to touch him.

If this continues, everyone has already touched it.

Finally someone asked, "Can we look inside?"

Li Fuyao just nodded.

Then for the next half hour, all the children wanted to try to pull out the red dust, but no one could really pull it out.

The sword in the green bamboo scabbard was motionless.

"It's not fake, right?"

Some children began to question, but Li Fuyao ignored it.

But when they returned the sword to him, he reached out and pulled it out of the world, and in an instant he was sheathed again.

"I have a story about the Sword Immortal. Does anyone want to hear it?"

Many people were immersed in the moment when the sword was unsheathed just now. At this time, someone had already spoken: "Okay."

It was the child who was dressed in patches.

Li Fuyao asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Zhou Yu."

Li Fuyao said with a smile: "This name is good."

No one knew that hundreds of years later, there were no more geniuses in the world at that time. There were only a few cultivators who could achieve the morning and evening realm in a hundred years. Each one would be the treasure of each sect. However, Zhou Yu had reached the morning and evening realm in eighty years, and then it was known to everyone.

But everyone doesn’t like his name very much, thinking that such a genius can call it this name?
To be continued...