The old woman who was guarding outside, after learning that Wang Anfeng and the others had really seen the empty Dao people, and that the Taoist scripture in Zhang Tingyun's hand was given by the old man himself, the whole person fell into a state of confusion.

Although Qiu Ruoshui didn't show it, the rest of the people could also feel her regret.

It was getting late, Wang Anfeng only ate a bowl of millet porridge at the old man's place, but there was no sense of hunger at this time, and the green horse entered the city when he handed over to the horse shop in the city, and he was not in a hurry, just like early spring, but at this time it was already in the middle of winter, exhaling white air, and for some reason there was a feeling of sudden dreaming in his heart.

Qin Fei looked at the sky and sighed:

"I wanted to swim with Brother Wang today, but I never thought that it was just a few hours, and the Daomen was a real person, and the game of Go was really extraordinary."

"My mother wants me and my brother to return home earlier today, why don't you come with Brother Wang?"

Qin Fei's expression was quite sincere, Wang Anfeng's mood was beyond the ordinary at this time, like Feihong stepping on snow, temporarily in the rhyme, never scattered, just wanted to set foot in the cold winter red dust, chuckled and refused.

Qin Fei was not annoyed, he only said that he would see him again in the future, so he took Qin Xiao's head to say goodbye, and Qiu Ruoshui was blessed, and went in the direction of Yuefu alone, and in the blink of an eye, he had already returned to the sea of people.

At this moment, Zhang Tingyun suddenly handed the book of Taoism in his hand to the old woman behind him.

"To Daddy."

Wang Anfeng was slightly shocked, and the old woman was even more in a state of mind, the empty people are of extraordinary significance to the people of their generation, and the things sent by the empty people are even more precious, at this time Zhang Tingyun handed it over, and the idea that she had to stay by her side began to waver.

The old woman tried to look away from the scriptures.

Zhang Tingyun said: "Daddy and mother should go back." ”

"Give it back to them."

"An Feng is here, I'm safe."

The little girl spoke very slowly, but every sentence and word seemed to hit the weakest part of the old woman's psychological defense, and finally Zhang Tingyun gently sent the Tao Sutra to the front, and smashed the old woman's state of mind to pieces, and the latter took the Tao Sutra with trembling hands.

It wasn't until she walked back to the inn's room in a daze that she suddenly realized.

What exactly did you do?

Just when he was panicking in his heart, there was the sound of footsteps, the wooden door was opened, and his face was tired, but Zhang Xianzun, who was faintly excited, strode in, but only saw the old woman alone, her expression changed suddenly, and she shouted:

"Where's Yun'er?!"

The old woman's face trembled, and she carefully finished talking about the matter, the Qingli woman was nervous because Zhang Tingyun was with Wang Anfeng, but Zhang Xianzun's heart was just relaxed and tense, and at this time, the old woman sent the Tao out with both hands, and said:

"This is what the Kongdao people gave to Yun'er."

Zhang Xianzun's expression was slightly stunned, and his eyes fell on the scriptures that were a little yellow, as if they had been washed by many times, and read them lightly.

"Seven Signatures of the Clouds?!"

In the music house.

Qiu Ruoshui greeted her sisters as usual, and today instead of her, the senior sister who danced the sword at the sacrifice walked in front of her with some pride, and did not let the slightest ripple in her eyes.

I went back to my room and looked through the windowsill at the dark sky outside.

Gently tune the strings, in the tune, the thoughts are complicated, the things experienced today are quiet and there are hidden waves, thinking about the scenery of the year, love and hatred, and in the blink of an eye, and because it stopped at one step away, I have never seen the legend, and my heart is full of regrets.

The melody turned from ethereal to low, the full moon was in the sky, as if it was agreed, the lights of the city were lit up in an instant, and the red lanterns on both sides spread forward like thousands of red dust, and the sound of the piano was cut off from then on, and the girl raised her eyes, and the ethereal white snowflakes fell from the sky, enveloping Yulin City.

The lights were as bright as day, and there was a light snowfall.

Wang Anfeng bought a green umbrella.

With a light breath, a layer of white mist rose in the cold night, and the young man held Zhang Tingyun with one hand, and the green umbrella with the other hand was slightly oblique, shielding the little girl from the wind and snow.

The little girl held a sugar gourd in her hand, her pink face puffed up, and she chewed gently, as if she had eaten a rather sour hawthorn fruit, and her light brows frowned, which made her originally calm face have a very rare expression.

Wang Anfeng chuckled, leaned down, wiped the rock candy from the corner of her lips, turned the bamboo umbrella in her palm slightly, shouted loudly behind her, and quickly walked past five or six young men in red clothes and silver armor, eyebrows and eyes were flying, one of them was tall, but quite thin, although wooden, there was still light in his eyes, and the cheerful shouting voice of the young man, mixed with the fragrant aroma, the market was bustling, filling the entire street.

Tail tooth sacrifice.

Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blown down, the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

Everywhere the dust is always there, full of the city, above the city of Yulinzhou, there are seventeen layers of ancient buildings, the nebula is in the sky, there is no mundane, Xuan Chengzi sits on the top of the ancient building, drinking alone, his attitude is peaceful, the wind sweeps over the hem of his clothes, and he makes a light sound that only he can hear.

He looked at the red dust below.

Sixty years ago, he was a high-spirited teenager, on the street, with fox friends and dogs, and there were endless new things in front of him.

Fifty years ago, he was a ranger with a sword, looking at beauties in the high-rise buildings of Yuefu and under the lamp.

Smell lightly, the wine is not drunk, and everyone is drunk.

Now, he is a Taoist senior, a master of martial arts, rolling red dust like a wave, drowning everything he is familiar with, those enemies who are eager to kill him quickly, opponents who cherish each other, and friends who trust each other.

It's not that he retreats to the mountains.

It's that the rivers and lakes no longer belong to him.

His rivers and lakes should have a heroic man who opens the sky with a sword, a strong man who measures the earth on foot, and a young Taoist priest with a negative sword can cry and laugh, sing and drink wildly. Now everyone respects him, and when they meet, they call him a senior, a master, and he is suffocated into the appearance of his predecessor.

The past events he talked about, those opponents, friends, enemies, have all become legends, no one knows, no one can know, those past events, even less people know, every time he appears, it will only cause the embarrassment of respect.

It dawned on him that he had become a legend himself.

When the marks of his time, those masters, those bright stars disappeared one by one, then the past era has collapsed, he is not a hermit, just a wanderer who has lost his hometown.

Xuan Chengzi swallowed another sip of cold wine, and chanted leisurely in the cold wind of heaven and earth:

"What I used to know is now my ......"

"I don't know who I am today, and who will I belong to?"

The mountains and rivers are already dusty, and the dust in the dust;

The flesh and blood body is in vain, and the shadow in the shadow.

If you are not wise, you have no heart, and you know this, how not to be sad.

And how not to be happy?

"Hahaha!"

After seeing the wind and moon in the city, and drinking a pot of cold wine, Xuan Chengzi raised his head and laughed, stepped into the sky, his clothes were flying, the Taoist swept the red dust under his feet, his body was deviant, and his right foot was lightly dotted on a snowflake, the rhyme was long, and he rose to the sky again, the snowflakes were broken, and they fell down with the wind, scattered on the green umbrella.

Under the umbrella, Wang Anfeng got up, looked at Zhang Tingyun, who was frowning and reluctant to spit out the sugar gourd, with a gentle smile on his face, holding the little girl with one hand, and walking slowly on this prosperous tail tooth sacrifice.

The green umbrella turned slightly, shook the snow, and gently fell to the ground, smearing the warm glow of the lantern.

(End of chapter)

PS: Mr. Jin Yong passed away......

Suddenly, there was a feeling that the era was coming to an end.