On the flat land separated by a hundred miles south of Xunyang, a man and a horse are returning like a meteor catching the moon, Su Tiantian has no sword, but his sword intent has skyrocketed, and he is so angry that even BMW chases the moon and feels a little uneasy.

In Xunyang City, Ye Changlou still failed to catch up with the crazy man who was upside down with the young calf. At this time, he was tired and thirsty, so he had to rest under a tree for a while, and not far away was a large forbidden mansion, which looked like it had been around for some years.

Ye Changlou was resting and thinking, where to find the green calf, how to beat the sloppy man all over the ground to find teeth, at this time, someone passed by not far away, it was the Sikong Jade Dragon dressed in a white robe and covered with clouds. Ye Changlou felt that this person was familiar, but he didn't remember where he had seen it for a while, and when he saw that person was smiling, he also nodded with a smile.

In the troubled times, this is the first time that the two teenagers have met each other. Probably the providence in the dark, the teenagers just glanced at each other, and vaguely felt that the other party had the same ambition as themselves, so they smiled at each other. Years later, heroes gallop side by side on the battlefield, iron armor collides, and it is about the same scene.

At this time, Ye Changlou, who was out of his mind, heard a small sword sound in the mansion that had been closed for many years, and suddenly there was a small sound of swords, Ye Changlou turned over and got up, good guy, the sloppy man actually quietly walked into the house.

Seeing that there was no one around, Ye Changlou slowly moved to the wall and jumped forward.

In the Lotus Temple under the Lotus Pagoda, there is a young monk sweeping the floor, wearing a simple monk's uniform and holding a long broom. Many years ago, when this little monk followed a big monk to this place, he happened to stay here. At that time, they were cultivating on the land of Zhongzhou, which was suffering deeply, to save all the ghosts and ghosts and ghosts. The two masters and apprentices, young and fragile little monks, and thin old monks, wandered around. Later, when I went to Xunyang, I met several wandering monks who also wanted to come to the Lotus Temple to worship. Most of them are ascetics, the monks' clothes are white, the palms are chapped, the rod is not in the west, there is no bowl, and later, they gradually became the masters of the Lotus Temple. After spending a period of time in the Lotus Temple, the little monk and the old monk gradually traveled south and continued to wander in the Central Plains.

Like me as an ascetic, I don't know if I don't meet.

In that period of suffering when the land of Zhongzhou was shrouded in darkness, the little monk swept the floor with a broom, the big monk chanted to sweep people's hearts, and the little monk stretched his eyebrows indifferently, and now the little monk who swept the fallen leaves under the lotus tower, there is almost no difference.

The little monk stopped sweeping the floor and looked up at the sky, a faint smile rising on his face. He handed the broom to a small novice beside him, who was also sweeping the floor, confessed, and walked outside the temple gate.

The white-robed Sikong Jade Dragon walked to the Lotus Temple, and the people who came to see him were already waiting at the gate of the temple. Sikong Yulong stepped forward with a straight face and rewarded the little monk with a chestnut.

"If you have a big ability, you have to touch it quietly when you come to Xunyang, and even hide it from the little beggar."

It was about pain, and the little monk touched the little bald head, and his hand immediately retracted.

Sikong Yulong's eyes were not good, staring at the little monk who didn't dare to make a sound, and after a long time, he turned around and left, and the little monk cautiously followed.

Several flowers bloom, one for each flower. Crossing the solo Su Tiantian to the south, he came to Kunlun Mountain, in a large area of ruins near the Mingyue Cliff, a person was lying on the gravel, gasping for breath, and throwing the big knife aside. The knifeman, who had survived a collision, was in rags and embarrassed at the moment. After he gasped for a long time, he raised his right hand and shouted, "Come on, pick up the old man and I'll go back to the mountain gate!" ”

And to the south of Mingyue Cliff, among the Assassin Mountain Hall that has been inherited for hundreds of years, from today on, there is a young man with a double sword on his back, the Hades Palace, the main hall, and the dormitory three points and one line, and occasionally go to the Baiquan Peak Hakka Mountain has been closed to accept other guests to take a look, and then hurriedly return. A seed planted in the ground, after all, it will grow into a towering tree, the blue jade pillar of the sky, the purple and golden beam of the sea, a tall figure in the young man's heart is in front of him, and he is struggling to run towards this figure.

The breeze and the bright moon flower thousands of trees, and the grass grows and the warbler flies when he is a teenager.

In the forbidden mansion of Xunyang City, Ye Changlou saw an amazing scene. He sneaked over the wall into the courtyard of the house, and was about to look for the green calf sword and the man, when he saw the sloppy man slowly walking towards him, and the green calf sword hung quietly near his shoulder. When he met Ye Changlou, the Qingli Sword dodged in slightly, hiding through the man's body, revealing only half of the hilt, as if he was ashamed of facing the young man in front of him.

Obviously, this man didn't erase his wisdom and forcibly accept it.

Ye Changlou was shocked and suspicious, the difference between the spirit sword and other swords is by no means only manifested in the absolute leadership in terms of sharpness and hardness, the dead thing is enlightened, and the spirit sword has a spirit to be among the top grade "spirit soldiers" on the sword list. And this young calf, who has already opened his mind and has a lot of connections with himself, will change his knowledge to others after recognizing the Lord, not to mention that he is still this barbarian who can only use his strength.

However, even if Ye Changlou was puzzled, this young calf was not going to be able to come back by saying a word and beckoning him now. The sloppy man looked at himself, as if he had no intention of communicating with him, and the young calf hid and refused to come out to meet. Ye Changlou was speechless, and after a long time, he had to sigh and sneak out of the mansion the same way.

The man stood in vain for a long time, then sat down cross-legged, and the young calf slowly floated in front of the man. The man beckoned, and an old yellow dog jumped out from behind a door and lay beside the man.

The man reached out and stroked the old yellow dog's head, his eyes gentle.

The sloppy man, of course, is not nameless, he once had a name, a name that he himself didn't want to think of anymore - Xie Lingfu. Perhaps this name is not very prominent among the ordinary people of Zhongzhou, but among all the first-class forces in Zhongzhou, this name is definitely not a dispensable existence. The great sect on the land of Zhongzhou is not inferior to the Assassin Mountain Hall, known as the "Musashi of the World", and there are three of its own families, and these three families jointly decide to control all major affairs in Wuzhou Mountain. And the Xie family is one of the three main families of Wu Zhoushan, Xie Lingfu, who used to be among the descendants of the Xie family, and has the opportunity to overwhelm everyone and become the master of the first sect of Wu Zhoushan. In fact, Xie Lingfu back then was indeed amazing enough, and his image could also be called Yushu Linfeng, which can be said to shoulder the hope of the Xie family at that time to govern Wu Zhoushan. But in the end, Xie Lingfu disappeared into the history of Wu Zhoushan, completely silent, and Wu Zhoushan's claim to the outside world was that "Xie Family White Deer" unfortunately died of illness. And the real situation is that Xie Lingfu left Wuzhou Mountain from then on and began to wander the world. Since then, the former Wuzhoushan "Xie Family White Deer" has always been poor, but the man is casual and free, unrestrained, most fond of stroking the pipa, drinking, singing loudly, an old yellow dog, following the man for many years.

The man said to the young calf: "I know that you don't want to follow me, but you like that young man, but now that you are so high-profile in the world, it is not necessarily a good thing to follow that young man all the time." ”

The green calf sword hovered silently.

"Seventy years ago, the generation of swordsmanship, Qingli Sword is famous all over the world because of the swordsman Ye Pusheng, then I want to separate you from Ye Pusheng's name, so that the people of the world can know the heroes again. And I just have something I can't ask for, and I can't reach it unless I have a famous sword or a famous wine. You have been silent for 60 years, you can't recover without drinking blood, follow me, the blood of the old animals of Wuzhou Mountain is enough for you to drink. When the time comes, you are famous in the world, and you are sharp and unparalleled, and then you go to find that young man, I will never stop you, how about it? ”

The green calf sword spun in a circle in the air, jumping up and down, like a child. Tired of jumping, as if he had found a good place to return, the green calf sword quietly floated over, and rested himself on the back of the old yellow dog, which really looked like an uncle lying in the sun, and even crossed Erlang's legs.

The little monk Li Qingzhou followed Sikong Yulong all the way from the Lotus Temple to another neighborhood where poor families were gathered similar to Lao Cicada Street. Along the way, the closer they got here, the more serious their faces became. Soon after entering the street, he met a beggar begging on the side of the road, and the beggar stood up and showed a young face.

The beggar pointed to the little monk who was following the jade dragon and laughed softly, "I'll settle accounts with you later." ”

Then, led by a young beggar, the three of them went to the cemetery in the middle of nowhere.

Looking around, among the large and small tombs, there is a small tomb that looks particularly neat and simple, a white stone tablet is erected in front of the tomb, and a young man dressed in white is standing quietly in front of the tomb.

The young man's name was Su Tiantian, and he stood quietly with a lot of thoughts.

Ten years ago, there was a very gentle girl in this slum who mingled with their group of young teenagers at the time, and when he was injured in a fight, she would help him to bandage his wounds, and when he was scolded by his husband, she would sit quietly beside him without saying a word, and after a long time she would slap him on the back of the head and say something big. treats several other teenagers with the same care and gentleness. Their group of little teenagers have set great ambitions since they were children, but with this girl by their side, it seems that those things are far away from them, and there will always be a soft place in the few stable years they have left.

Years later, however, the little girl collapsed and lay under the tomb. She slept peacefully, I don't know if I will miss their group of teenagers who don't know the height of the sky, I don't know if she will still pray quietly for them in the cold underground, I don't know if she can know that he, the cold white fox in the eyes of outsiders, has been thinking about her.

Su Tiantian put his forehead on the white stone tombstone and closed his eyes, without sorrow or joy.

How many times have you been here? He couldn't remember. She said that the sword shape of his sword dance was good-looking, and he had only practiced the sword shape for so many years, and even more so when she died. Who in this world is obsessed with the earth?

Sikong Yulong, the little monk, and the little beggar stood in the distance, quietly looking at this man who rarely showed his emotions in front of outsiders.

The little beggar Gu Nanfeng looked at Su Tiantian, who had just returned to Xunyang after a thousand miles of galloping horses, and immediately rushed here, and suddenly couldn't bear it, and wanted to step forward, but was held down by Sikong Yulong's shoulder.

Sikong Yulong shook his head at him.

"We are not in a position to comfort him, because the people we care about the most are still around. I don't know the suffering of others, in a sense, it's all cool words. ”

The little beggar sat down on the ground in a decadent manner, and the little monk bowed his head and was silent, like a bodhisattva with low eyebrows.

Sikong Yulong looked at Su Tiantian, the man had already turned around and walked over, at that moment, he regained his former vigor and indifference, he became the white fox again, killing many people, and there was no blood on his body.

"Let's go, it's been a long delay."

He said to Sikong Yulong, and the four of them looked at the northwest Changtian together.

This is a step for the teenagers to go to the whirlpool, and what they want to change is the shocking pattern of this seemingly peaceful world. At this moment, Gu Qianqiu, the old drunkard, carried the wine gourd, sat in front of the thirty-one chessboard, twisted a chess piece, and after a long time, he still threw the chess piece back into the chess jar and got drunk.