The mist dissipated, the long-lost sunlight visited this smoky place, and gradually there were birdsong, insects, flowers and trees sprouted, flowers and flowers sprouted, and green grass spread, and spring arrived.

The snake meat and snake bones were crushed into powder, turned into loess, and quietly made nourishment for flowers and trees, and the Nine Spirits Swallowing Sky Python that swallowed clouds and spitted fog, wind and thunder disappeared, and was replaced by the thriving southwest Gu Mountain, chirping birds, and purple and red flowers.

The warm wind blew, Ying Long gasped weakly, the purple swelling of his arms faded by half, and his face was full of life, the old vulture smiled with relief, covered the broken fox fur on Ying Long's body, looked up at the pure and clear sky, and his fingers teased the birds flying around, his mind was dizzy, and he stumbled a few steps to support the tree.

The past is like smoke, once, he sat by the lake for more than ten years, sealed the bodies of his wife and children to the bottom of the lake, and buried his fiery ambition together, until that day, the ignorant young man poked his head and asked:

"Old boatman, can you cross the river?"

He split the river with a fishing line, cut down the heavy clouds, and his chest was full of pride, even if he was a white-headed fisherman, he was still the sword leaning on the wind, but now, the sword leaning on the wind that sealed the sky was gone, in order to suppress the raging snake venom in the body, he had lost all his skills, and now he was just a lonely dead old man, and the road for the rest of his life would not be very long, he could only silently, waiting for the day when he closed his eyes and went west, and made up for the debt in his heart completely.

He remembered the time on the wheat plain and under the big poplar tree, the boy was lazy and sleepy, the girl caught bees and birds, the fleeting warmth slipped through his eyes, he hurriedly erased, struggled to laugh a few times, at that time he was high-spirited, thinking that he could protect others for a lifetime, accompanied them to step on thousands of rivers and mountains, laughed at the clouds, and the flowers fell and bloomed.

saved Ying Long's life, but he could no longer use a "song of leaning on the wind", regret, melancholy, and sorrow, thousands of thoughts poured into his heart, and he laughed at them.

The old eagle leaned against the tree, took a sip of wine, and the past was repeated, and the frost moon and autumn wind sang, and said with a smile:

"It's worth it!"

Ke'er jumped and ran over, looking at the sleeping Ying Long, she naturally didn't know the thrill of Fang Cai, and she didn't notice the old eagle's increasingly rickety back, she stubbornly shook Ying Long's head, but she couldn't shake him awake, so she hid in the arms of the old eagle, and said anxiously:

"Grandpa, what's wrong with Ying Long?"

The old eagle touched his soft hair, wiped his tears indiscriminately, and said with a smile: "He just slept for a while, have you forgotten?

Ke'er smiled, there were no tears on her smiling face, sleeping was naturally not a fuss thing, the spring color of the mountains seemed to be much more interesting than the old eagle without a fox fur, so she jumped up and down to find something else.

The old eagle's hand hung in the air, he wanted to pull the girl back, his fingers ran over the hem of his skirt, he realized that there was no need, he was a person who was leaving, it was a drooping old eagle, he took another sip of wine, held the wine gourd, and said:

"Jiang Xiao'er, give me this wine gourd!"

Jiang Ziliu stood stunned, stunned for a while, and nodded tearfully.

The old vulture picked up the fox fur, pulled a long branch with his hand, and said with a smile: "Old man, I'll go first!"

He waved his hand back, dashing and careless, his back did not enter the dense forest, stepping on the sun gently, and singing the song that had been accumulated for a long time:

"You have a three-foot splitting sword, I have a song of leaning on the wind, the world envies longevity, and the ice lake sits alone to fish and fish"

The sound of squirming leaves behind him, there was a faint sound of swords, he was not moved, just a vigorous drinking and walking, his cheeks were ruddy like red flowers, a gust of black wind swept in, and the ten slaves of the Peep Heart Pavilion floated down like falling feathers, and retreated on both sides, and the white-robed pavilion master walked out slowly, and the jade folding fan in his hand was collected, and everyone bowed down at the same time

"Old-timers, be worshiped by the Voyeur Heart Pavilion!"

The old eagle stroked his beard and smiled: "I didn't expect that I would be a martial artist, and I could still be worshiped by your peeping heart pavilion master, haha~, I will reward you with a song of leaning on the wind!"

The branch in his hand slashed, this sword could no longer split the sky and the earth, the wind swept away, and the mask of the white-robed pavilion master was broken into two pieces, and it fell to the ground in response.

The old eagle looked at the panicked Jiang Ziliu, just smiled deeply, walked around the group of pavilion slaves, and said loudly: "Jiang Xiao'er, this peep into the heart pavilion's wine is really mellow!"

Jiang Ziliu stood up in embarrassment, and the ten pavilion slaves stood on both sides, and he was annoyed that he pushed them away, and he shouted at the back that floated away: "Senior, you asked me that day, why Chu Nu didn't hate you for killing him and ten disciples, I will tell you now." ”

The old vulture eagle didn't pay much attention, only waved his hand, and said, "The price of your peep heart pavilion is high, I can't afford it, old man!"

Jiang Ziliu made a straight face and said: "Today's Peep Heart Pavilion also emphasizes righteousness and light profit, money, not a penny!"

"Oh, then you can hear it!"

Ten years ago, he was freshly dressed and angry, and his sideburns were not gorgeous.

Ten years ago, he went north alone, walked quickly in the snow, and the 'ukiyo-sui' on his waist made him famous!

Ten years ago, he made an appointment with Chu Nu and fought in the pavilion, the snow was flying, he waited for several days, but he didn't see Chu Nu go to the appointment, until the snow fell and the sky cleared, and he left angrily.

But at this moment, twelve people came one after another, his eyes were like lightning, but he couldn't find the shadow of Chu Nu's madness, so he asked:

"Why didn't he come?"

Chu Nu crazy ten apprentices, or two of the four fierce - Han Qi Qiqi, there are a lot of words, he can't understand, he only knows, the Chu Nu crazy with his general prestige has broken the appointment, he is stunned, a sword is split and stiff, sigh:

"If he doesn't come, it's just that"

He was about to return to the south, but was left behind by Han Qi Qiqi, and several apprentices were busy with the work, lighting a fire to cook, and making a table of meals to apologize.

He smiled indifferently, he was very drunk that night, he thought it was a drunken spirit, his eyes were full of colors, and in a trance, he saw the shadow of Chu Nu's madness, jumping towards him, he stabbed it with a sword, and the warm blood splashed on his face, and he saw clearly that it was only his pair of children who fell, and the dying child was holding the fox fur in his arms, as innocent as before:

"Daddy, it's cold in the north, my mother knitted it for you, she asked me and my sister to send it, you put it on. ”

He hugged the children in his arms tightly, watched them smile and parted one by one, only to realize that it was phantom mushroom soup on the table, angrily stabbed to death the ten disciples of Chu Nu Mania, and decided to leave, his wife knew the cause and effect of the incident, and died depressed in a few days.

Disheartened, he sealed the corpse and the ukiyo-e sword into the Puzzle Lake, and from then on, a fishing rod and fishing line followed, not to mention the rivers and lakes.

"Han Qi knew that you were at the bottom of the Sword Lake, and you were no longer the opponent of Chu Nu Madness, so he took the blame with all his might. ”

The old vulture looked furrowed and asked in surprise, "What about the Han Eagle?"

"He killed the Sky Splitting God Immortal Fengtian, and with Xinghai helping him intercede, it must be nothing serious!"

The eagle's eyebrows soothed, and he drifted away, and the woods were full of his rough fishing songs:

"You have a three-foot splitting sword, I have a song of leaning on the wind, the world envies longevity, and the ice lake sits alone to fish and fish"

The singing stopped, and there was no more wind song in the Three Realms!

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