Three years, three years is only a few strokes on paper, but in the eyes of an instant.

What can you give you in three years, whether you are studying hard in the school and looking forward to a good future in the coming year, or crawling in the red dust, and fighting without blinking your eyes when you take out the money.

The world is difficult, and now you may be high and commanding, or you may be obscure, still preparing for a better day, or you may be carefree and full of hope for the road ahead.

Looking back, three years is really not a long time, but it is enough to change many people and many things.

"Three years ago, when I was still studying and plowing the land in Li Village, I rejected a girl who liked me. ”

"Three years later, I was hunted down, and I was still rumored to be a god, but in fact I didn't know anything. ”

Li Qinghe sat cross-legged on the bed, drinking the sake sent by the shopkeeper, thinking silently.

"I've met a lot of people and seen a lot of things in the past three years, and I even want to laugh at myself a little bit. ”

"Life is fleeting, and there is no beginning or end in sight. ”

Li Qinghe sighed, drank the last glass of wine, and fell asleep deeply.

In the first year of Li Village, he spent the New Year in Jiangnan, he was famous that year, the second year he was in Hanhai City, that year he was famous, and the third year was in southern Xinjiang, and he guarded against each other with an old fox.

The separate lychees were never seen again, and Lu Ze, who had made an appointment to meet in Chang'an, was nowhere to be found, Li Qinghe was just thinking, if he hadn't played chess with Luo's predecessors, he hadn't been hunted down, and he didn't have that dream and a palm to break the tide, where would he be now?

Thinking too much is nothing more than a hypocrisy, how can life start all over again, it is better to listen to the Tao in wine, and see birds in a dream, so unhappy.

The stupid boy who left Li Village with a weak crown has grown up, knows what is the greatness of the world, knows the swords and swords of the rivers and lakes, and now Zhao Fanfu has made him understand what is unpredictable and difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

For the first time, there was a snoring sound in the house, and Zhao Fanfu outside the door nodded with a smile, put away the surprise in his eyes, and left the inn silently.

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With less than half a month to go before the end of the year, the main city of southern Xinjiang is like a pot of boiling water, always boiling.

Zhao Fanfu rarely bothered Li Qinghe again, but went out early and returned late every day, not knowing what he was doing.

It wasn't until the half a month passed in a blink of an eye that Zhao Fanfu sat quietly in the restaurant next door and ordered a table of wine and food.

"What is Brother Zhang thinking?"

"I'm thinking about my hometown, and every year during the Chinese New Year, the people around me are different. ”

Zhao Fanfu laughed: "It's a pity that I'm not a girl, otherwise my brother would definitely not think about this." ”

"Huh...... Brother Zhao laughed. ”

Li Qinghe raised his hand to toast a cup, and the two of them drank it all.

Outside the window, the street was full of people, the second floor of the restaurant was empty, the food was still hot, but the guests ran down to welcome the start of the ceremony.

Only the two of them sat firmly on the wooden chair, unmoved.

Once again, the whole city was enveloped in that strange rhythm, and the faces of the people were filled with intoxication and joy, and the two people in the restaurant watched coldly.

It is almost exactly the same as the ceremony on the first day of winter, except that the pomp and circumstance are much larger, the carriage is more luxurious, and the women on the carriage are more beautiful.

Li Qinghe was stunned, looking at the carriage not far away, and there was a moment of distraction in his eyes.

The corners of Zhao Fanfu's mouth were smiling, the wine glass touched the table, and a soft sound pulled Li Qinghe back to reality.

"Brother Zhang, be careful, this high priest is very noble......"

Li Qinghe was frightened in his heart, he was somehow infected by that strange rhythm, if it weren't for Zhao Fanfu, I am afraid that he would be singing and dancing like the crowd below.

At this time, I turned my head and looked at the woman in the carriage, and I could vaguely see that it was a young girl, dressed coolly in winter, but there was no sense of charm.

The face was veiled, revealing only one pair of eyes, and those eyes ...... Like a pool of crystal clear water, it is calm and reassuring.

Li Qinghe seems to be in the salt lake of Yunzhou, the sky and the earth are quiet, and the reflection can be seen when he looks down, and he can look up at the clouds.

"This is the High Priest of the Gu Sect?" Li Qinghe asked with a frown.

Zhao Fanfu nodded: "High Priest Xiruo, I asked, she was still an old woman last year, and it seems that she is a new generation of high priests." ”

Li Qinghe opened his mouth, and Zhao Fanfu spoke first: "Don't think that just the two of us are staring, there are still many people from the outside world on the street downstairs, who want to explore the reality of the Gu Sect High Priest." ”

After saying nothing for a while, the carriage passed by the restaurant, and the high priest Xiruo raised his eyes to look at the two people in the restaurant, bowed calmly, and continued to walk forward.

The ceremony of sacrificing to the heavens is more grand, the center of the city is brightly lit, the high priest sings the prayer of the heavens at night, the voice is light and spiritual, penetrating the hearts of the people, just listening, you feel a clear spring flowing in your heart.

The restaurant is not far from the city center, and the two of them can also see it through the window.

"Brother Zhang, do you remember what the weather was like today?"

"Sunny day. Li Qinghe blurted out, but was immediately stunned, "Could it be?"

Zhao Fanfu smiled but did not speak, staring intently at the high platform of the ceremony.

The prayer for the heavens is very long. The high priest did not stop chanting for half an hour, and the people fell to their knees and recited in their hearts.

A bell rang, and the deep voice spread throughout the entire main city, Zhao Fanfu drank a glass of sake and handed Li Qinghe a red paper package.

"How old are you, the new year and the old year, see the red and see the joy. ”

Li Qinghe chuckled, shook his head and took it: "Thank you, Brother Zhao." ”

As soon as his palm touched the red paper bag, Li Qinghe suddenly felt an inexplicable breeze scattered from the center of the city, which made people feel refreshed.

The dark night sky suddenly became cold, and a light snow fell one after another.

Zhao Fanfu couldn't suppress the shock in his eyes, and finally sighed helplessly: "Ruixue Zhaofeng Nian, it is really an immortal method, Zhao is clumsy, and he can't see the truth clearly for the first time." ”

Li Qinghe couldn't believe it in his heart, just now, he could still see the starry sky when he looked up, and it was snowing in the blink of an eye?

Looking at the high platform in the city, the high priest raised his hands to the sky, and his snow-like arms flashed with a faint cyan light, setting off the holiness of the whole person as if he did not belong to the world.

The sword marks of the predecessors of the Sword God of Hanhai City were enough for him to gain knowledge, and how could he have ever seen this kind of method of calling the wind and rain to control the heavens.

Both of them saw the shock in each other's eyes, and Zhao Fanfu put down his chopsticks and beckoned.

"Let's go, Brother Zhang, go see and see. ”

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It stands to reason that not only will the high priest of the Gu Sect not go out of southern Xinjiang, but even the mountain gate will not come out easily.

Except for the annual Heaven Sacrifice, almost no one can see their true bodies, even the disciples inside the Gu Sect Mountain Gate.

And this gift of Nianguan is the only opportunity for the people of southern Xinjiang to get close to this legendary figure.

The number of people in the main city has multiplied several times, and most of them are people from other places in southern Xinjiang, praying to see the high priest, and if they are lucky, they may be able to say a few words.

As soon as there were many people, the air became turbid, and the sound came one after another, and the two of them squeezed through the dense crowd and stood at the bottom of the high platform.

As soon as they came into contact, the two of them felt a burst of relief in their hearts, as if there was a diaphragm separating the noise outside, leaving only the tranquility on the body of the high priest Xiruo.

There was a long queue on the high platform and asked the high priest to treat their wounds.

Zhao Fanfu nodded at Li Qinghe, signaling that this was a good opportunity.

Li Qinghe was alert in his heart, but he couldn't think of anything wrong.

"There are Gu Sect disciples screening over there, and those who deliberately pretend to be sick don't have a chance to go up. ”

"Is this difficult for Brother Zhao?" Li Qinghe asked with an eyebrow.

"Hahaha...... I'm not a masochist. ”

Zhao Fanfu turned around and left with a smile, and disappeared in the crowd of people.

Li Qinghe squinted and stood for a while, then walked towards the high platform.

Time passed little by little, and Li Qinghe observed the high priest named Xiruo from time to time, and only felt that there was an indescribable feeling.

Xi Ruo's movements were very fast, just by looking at his face, or taking his pulse, he could tell the symptoms and the way to relieve him, and the disciples on the side of the high platform would take the patient away, and the Gu Sect would be responsible for healing.

"Maybe that's why the Gu Sect is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, the imperial court can't care for the people so much. Li Qinghe thought.

When it was his turn, Xiruo glanced up at him, the veil covering his face, but his eyes were unusually clear.

Nodding, Xi Ruo put her hand on Li Qinghe's vein, and immediately frowned.

"Sir came to my southern Xinjiang to avoid trouble?"

Li Qinghe was stunned for a moment, and he was shocked in his heart, can you see this?

Xi Ruo's face under the veil was smiling: "Sir, don't think about it, as long as you abide by the rules of Southern Xinjiang, the Gu Sect will not do anything to you, and the imperial court will not reach here." ”

"Imperial court?" Li Qinghe blurted out and asked.

Before he could get an answer, Xi Ruo stretched out his hand and asked his disciple to take Li Qinghe down.

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