White snow in spring, winter wind in February.

In the wind and snow, the master and apprentice walked among the mountains here, climbed steep cliffs, and entered the abyss.

"It's cold to death! Why hasn't it yet?" The young man, who was wrapped in a Northwest fur coat and only showed a fifteen or sixteen-year-old face on his body, sneezed, as if he was trembling.

"Just you talk a lot! Your junior sister didn't speak, but you couldn't stand the cold first!" The middle-aged man who walked in front and led the way was still dressed like April even in this cold winter month, and there was no cotton clothes and brocade quilts, only a set of green clothes and long shirts.

The only red-robed girl among the three of them had her cheeks red from the wind and frost, like persimmons after autumn, and she looked extremely cute, but her smart eyes couldn't help but be a little dim at this moment, and she just pulled the clothes on her body tighter when she was silent.

"It's not all your fault! You have to bring the two of us to Kunlun to watch the ceremony on a cold day!" The young man's face was full of resentment, and his snot seemed to be frozen from his nose and turned into ice.

"Heh, why don't you go back?" The young man who was an apprentice did not look like an apprentice, and the middle-aged man who was a master did not have much of a master's frame at the moment, but had a sneer on his face.

"You!" The young man still refused to give in even if he was swinging all over, and just wanted to say something more, when he heard the girl next to him frown and say, "Is it over?"

It is melodious, and the swallow warbler is singing.

However, it was such a heart-warming and beautiful voice, but it made the young man shudder for a moment, and the middle-aged man's originally solemn face was instantly solemn.

The three of them did not say a word for half an hour, until they crossed the bridge made of countless boulders, and walked the white road that seemed to be above the clouds......

"Is this Kunlun?" the young man looked at the plum blossom tree in front of him in a daze, there were birds in the forest, and there was a school under the forest.

At the end of January, it is normal for the merlin to bloom.

Plum blossoms bloom in the wind and snow, but here it is as warm as spring.

Green grass and red plums, white flowers and green shirts, the men and women shuttling through the forest invariably moved their eyes to the three of them.

The middle-aged man had a bit of abruptness on his face, a little envy in his eyes, patted the spotless green shirt, straightened the originally casually tied bun on his head, bowed down, pushed forward with both hands and said: "Kong Ming, a disciple of the three generations of the Three Things, bring his disciples to watch the ceremony!"

The fur-clad boy sniffled, as if he had sucked back the snot that was about to come out, because he felt that there should be no such filth here.

The red-robed girl's eyes were bright, like a devout worshipper of the Buddha finally seeing the Buddha in her heart.

The Kunlun Mountains stretch for 800 miles, and there is a purple bamboo forest in it, and there are houses in the forest, and there are people in the houses, one old and one young, all of whom are men.

"Hoho, Hoho......"

With the sound of grinding swords in the depths of the bamboo forest, the three masters and apprentices waiting outside the forest had a calm face, and with the little road boy walking in the forest in front of them, they occasionally listened to the wind blowing the branches and leaves, only to feel that the world was silent.

"This is the retreat of the Sword Saint in Kunlun back then, second only to the Emperor Master?" The young man who had always been unable to hold back his words was already warm, and although he made a sound, it was extremely small, as if he was afraid of breaking the silence in the forest.

"It is rumored that the Sword Saint Lord who wears a green bamboo on his waist and is dressed in white is better than snow has been in retreat here for twenty years, and he has been invincible in the world since he was born. The middle-aged man who called himself Kong Ming had an extremely respectful face, as if the most studious student had met a teacher who could answer all his questions.

"No wonder you brought us here in advance, it turned out that you wanted to come to this purple bamboo forest to have a look. ”

The little Taoist boy glanced back at the two of them, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he was extremely proud.

Only the red-robed girl still had the same complexion, and her eyes were yearning.

"Hoho, Hoho......"

As the forest deepened, the original subtle sound of sharpening the sword gradually sounded in my ears, and when I crossed a forest stream, I finally saw the source of the sharpening sword at the source of the stream.

It was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old young man, just looking handsome and extraordinary, his lips were slightly pursed when he sharpened his sword, and his eyes were the only one, and he didn't even notice that someone was visiting.

There was a stone when the boy sat down, and a stream crossed by the stone.

White, bluestone, clear water, blue sky, youth.

The three masters and apprentices suddenly stopped in place, unable to bear to break the sound of sharpening the sword that seemed to be extremely regular and like the most beautiful tune in the world, and could not bear to disturb the person who sharpened the sword.

But the boy didn't see it, and seeing that the boy hadn't noticed that they had come closer, he couldn't help but step forward and take a deep breath next to the boy's ear.

"Uncle Xiaoshi, here are the guests!"

Even the fur-fur boy, who had always spoken loudly, felt that this sound made his ears ring.

But the young man who was called Uncle Xiao by Dao Tong still didn't pay attention, and he didn't even interrupt the rhythm of grinding bamboo in his hand.

The red-robed girl's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the middle-aged man surnamed Kong had admiration on his face.

Just when the boy pouted his lips and his face was full of displeasure, he heard the young man still hanging his head, but he sighed loudly: "When the breeze comes, there is a sound in the bamboo forest, when a distant guest arrives, there is a sound in the bamboo forest, I sharpen my sword, there is a sound in the bamboo forest, there is thunder in my ears, and there is a sound ......in the bamboo forest."

There are a total of nine paragraphs before and after, and when the last sentence "Heaven and man are gone, there is a sound in the bamboo forest" fell, not only the red-robed girl, but even the middle-aged man's eyes were filled with a few touches of respect.

Then the young man raised his head, only to see his starry eyebrows and sword eyes, a pair of eyes like a galaxy in the sky, and his whole body with a dusty aura that is almost absent between mortals, really like the immortal in the pen of the world's painting saint Wu Daozi.

"Xiao Qiudao, if you shout in my ear again, be careful that I let my senior brother punish you for not eating for three days!" After seeing the three people who came from afar, the young man's expression did not change, and he turned to look at the Taoist boy next to him, who was only eight or nine years old, with a gentle expression and a soft tone.

"Hmph!" Xiao Daotong continued to pout, puffing out the sides of his cheeks angrily, looking very cute.

"Okay, Xiao Qiudao, if you don't obey again, be careful that I take off your pants and spank you!" The young man touched Daotong's head, like a kind elder looking at the junior.

"You!" Xiao Qiudao seemed to say something, but he only saw that the young man said three words wordlessly on Kong Ming's face that the three of them could not see: "Spanking." ”

Xiao Qiudao closed his mouth aggrievedly, as if he had a very deep memory of "spanking" before, and even subconsciously touched his buttocks.

The young man still smiled gently, his eyes were clear, he turned his head to look at the middle-aged man and said, "The Purple Bamboo Forest has never been inhabited since my uncle's generation, although there are thatched huts left by my uncle in the forest, but in fact, the retreat place is still this purple bamboo forest. ”

The red-robed girl looked slightly stunned, and the fur-fur boy had a big mouth, and the middle-aged man surnamed Kong realized that he was a generation younger than the young man in front of him in terms of seniority.

No wonder he is so ethereal and approachable at such a young age, no wonder he can't help but feel admiration.

Kong Ming straightened his clothes slightly, pushed his hands forward and put them together, bowed down and said, "I've seen Uncle Shi." ”

"He's your uncle, isn't that my uncle?" The fur fur boy was stunned to the extreme, looking at the white-clothed young man in front of him, who was not a few years older than himself, his whole face seemed to have become a bitter melon.

And the red-robed girl calmed down after being stunned, and saluted like that Kong Ming.

"Over the years, people who want to realize Uncle Shi's kendo in the purple bamboo forest are like crossing the river, but even if those who can actually comprehend it have comprehended, they are just a step forward on their own road, and Uncle Shi's kendo has become a stranger after all. The boy stopped the bamboo in his hand, looked at the sharpened tip, and stood up from the stone with his waist pinned to his waist, as if he were about to leave.

"That's right. The young man seemed to suddenly remember something, and looked at the three of them and said more: "Now living in that house is the old man who took care of Uncle Li back then, if you can not disturb, please don't disturb." ”

Kong Ming agreed softly.

............

"Who's that boy?"

The fur-fur boy looked at the back that was gradually moving away, and there was a few traces of longing and yearning in his eyes.

"A disciple of my head master Bozu. The Dao boy, who was called the Dao Seeker, was still not very happy, and pouted, and sure enough, he was still a ten-year-old child.

"Master Bozu?" the face of the girl in red was the first to relax.

"Is it the closed disciple of the Emperor Master?" Kong Ming's face was stunned, "No wonder you can have such a heart at this age." ”

"Hmph! What is he! Normally, he often takes us to steal chickens and dogs! That is, he is so serious in front of outsiders. Asking for the sake of pouting, he actually gave the young man who was like a fairy just now.

The red-robed girl was noncommittal, although the child's words were not true, but in her eyes, the young man who was grinding bamboo didn't say whether he pretended to be so chic, at least the thunderous noise in the ears just now really didn't make him frown lightly and his eyes changed, at least he was himself, unless he knew in advance that he was prepared for this...... It doesn't have to be that there is not even the slightest reaction.

This concentration alone is already half a step higher than hers.

"The person looks like a dog, and it really looks bright, and he is a villain behind his back!" The fur boy couldn't help but talk about the young man with the little Taoist boy after longing, thinking that there are many young people in this world, and he may have respect and admiration for his peers who stand on a very high place, but he will never lose his face in his mouth, and he will always have the arrogance in his heart.

Kong Ming looked at his apprentice who was completely different from what he thought in his heart, glanced at the back that had disappeared, and said lightly: "He is more handsome than you." ”

"Your uncle!" The fur-fur boy's face flushed, and in an instant, his breath was like a dragon in the river, surging and surging so that the purple bamboo forest, which was already windless and immovable, shook more than a hundred purple bamboos in an instant.

Kong Ming nodded with satisfaction and said, "There are three thousand Kunlun Purple Bamboo Sword Dao plants, and being able to shake two hundred and seventy-three purple bamboo plants for the first time here is already a rare and precious thing. ”

He turned to look at the red-robed girl with anticipation in his eyes.

"Tsk. The little Taoist boy who was called seeking the Tao looked at the purple bamboo shaking around him, and his eyes couldn't help but bring a little contempt.

"Although I don't like my little uncle very much, when he first came to the Purple Bamboo Forest, he was able to swing 927 trees without wind. ”

Dao Tong's voice fell, and the red-robed girl closed her eyes.

There is such a sentence in the supreme classic "Analects" of Xiaoshengxianzhuang: There are guests from afar, and they don't say anything.

The old man sitting on the bamboo chair in the middle of the house in the depths of the bamboo forest raised his eyes slightly, looking at the swaying purple bamboo outside the house, the corners of his mouth curled, and his vision returned to the book in front of him.

The white-clothed young man who had just stepped out of the purple bamboo forest turned his head, looking at most of the purple bamboos shaking like a storm at this moment, feeling the proud sword intent that wanted to be with the nine heavens, tilting his head, feeling a little happy, but he couldn't be happy.

On this day, there were more than 1,600 purple bamboo forests without wind.

But who knows, the little Taoist boy muttered in his heart when he saw half of the purple bamboo forest fluttering.

"Gu Yi was only six years old when he came here. ”