Since Wei Zigeng learned that his sister Wei Ziqing worshiped Yuyu Building, he would go to Yuyu Tower every three or five days to see how his sister was doing, the two have been together since birth and have never been separated.

The answers available are the same.

Today, he came to this towering building again and knocked on the door of Yuyu Tower.

With a creak, the door opened from the inside, and it was opened by a white-clothed monk with an expressionless face.

Rao is the disciples of Yuyulou are like this, and because of their practice, they have cultivated a character that does not like things and does not feel sorry for themselves, and they have long been annoyed by ordinary people who draw swords and cut people.

"Hey, hey, little brother, it's still me, let me meet my sister."

Wei Zigeng had a sincere smile on his face, trying in vain to influence the iceberg in front of him.

The white-clothed monk was expressionless, and gave up a position for Wei Zigeng to come in, and the first floor was still as dark as ink, and there was a dead silence.

"Please wait here, and then I will inform the Patriarch Zhenjun here."

After saying that, the boy walked into the darkness and disappeared.

Wei Zigeng looked at the figure in front of him who disappeared in the darkness, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion, thinking secretly in his heart.

"What's the benefit of cultivating this pimple? In the world, the gods and goddesses can't control it, which is in line with the purpose of our generation of monks. ”

In his heart, he argued, but the young man did not dare to underestimate the Yuyu Building, and the only two true monarchs in Jiuzhou were the owners of this Yuyu Building.

After a short time, the white-clothed monk came out of the darkness and said to the young man in front of him:

"Senior Sister Wei is listening to the Fa from Master Ancestor Zhenjun, and it is inconvenient to meet guests."

Wei Zigeng glared at him, and was about to go up and grab his collar, not that he couldn't hold his breath, but that he came here I don't know how many times, and every time he got the same answer, but the angry thing was that every time the white-clothed monk let him in like this and let him wait.

After sulking for a while, Wei Zigeng still didn't make any drastic moves, with an embarrassed smile on his face, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart.

"Then did you say that it was her brother, her own brother who came to her?"

The white-clothed monk did not change his expression at all, and said lightly:

"I said it, but Senior Sister Wei still didn't see the guests."

Wei Zigeng let out a long sigh, turned his head and left, and before leaving, the white-clothed monk said to him:

"Wei Daoyou, as soon as you enter Yuyu, you are a celestial, and the sky has no feelings, not to mention that it is the only personal disciple of Senior Sister Wei, the ancestor Zhenjun."

"That's ......"

He was about to turn his head, but found that he had already left the Yuyu Tower, and the vermilion gate had been closed.

"That's a!"

Wei Zigeng angrily spit out the half of the sentence that had just been stuck in his throat and walked towards the inn alone.

Coming to the inn, Wei Zigeng went straight to the backyard study.

In the study, the big shopkeeper Wei Xian was looking at a copy of the Dali Geography in his hand, and when he saw someone pushing the door in, he pointed to the wooden chair in front of him and motioned for him to sit down.

"You went to Zhou Fangru to learn the knife? Did he agree? ”

The boy nodded, not speaking.

"It's good to learn a knife, a knife is the courage of a hundred soldiers, so what did you learn a knife for?"

The boy looked up and said:

"In order to go to see the rivers and lakes for Su Qi'er and Ah Ying, in order to protect my sister and the people around me, at least let them not worry about me."

Wei Xian reached out and touched the young man's head.

"It's my father who is sorry for you, I didn't protect you so that you and your sister put such a heavy burden on your shoulders, from today on, you can let go of your hands and feet, go and see the great rivers and lakes, as for who to protect, leave it to Dad."

The boy remembered that there was once such a person who had said such a thing to him.

"Young people should only have spring breeze and horseshoe disease in their hearts, and that's it."

A few days later, the young man came to the shore of the lake outside the city, and came to the two tombs, unlike the last time, in addition to bringing wine and meat, he also carried a knife in his hand, a delicate pure white narrow knife.

In front of Su Qi'er's tomb, three wine glasses were placed, filled with wine, and the satin duck wrapped in butter paper was spread out, the color was golden and delicious.

"Ah Ying, I remember that I remembered that you also drank alcohol this time, although you didn't drink much, but you definitely drank more than me."

The boy smiled bitterly, picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

"Ziqing, she worshiped Yuyu Building, and was accepted as a personal disciple by Lord Zhenjun, it is said that she is still the only one, and she is really happy for her as an elder brother, but she will rarely have the opportunity to come and talk to you in the future, don't blame her."

He poured himself another glass of wine, tilted his head and drank it again. Then he raised the narrow knife in his hand and said with a smile:

"Mr. Zhou is really, the disciple brother is all on his own comprehension, he only gave me a knife book, but this is fine, so that I can come here every day to accompany you to practice the knife."

After another glass of wine, the boy turned over and stood up, his long knife unsheathed, leaping forward, the knife slashing downward, and a white horse as thick as a forearm ploughed a ravine in the ground by the lake. After landing, the young man's sword momentum continued unabated, and the wind suddenly rose under the willow tree, and the sword gang and sword qi raged in this world, leaving a crack in the young man's feet.

Spring goes to autumn, summer solstice is cold and hot, and year after year has passed.

The boy would come here every day to practice his sword, and tell the two people in the tomb about the interesting things that had happened in the rivers and lakes over the years.

"You know what? Recently, there has been a mysterious sect in the rivers and lakes, the origin of which no one knows, called Fulong Palace, yes, it is Ah Ying, you once said that the name of the gang that Emperor Gaozu stayed in before the rise of power, it is said that the people who got the invitation have obtained a chance to splash the sky, so the invitation will attract countless people to compete, alas, the rivers and lakes are still like this. ”

"You know what? The biggest child in the rivers and lakes has come to Jianghuai and Huai, it is said that there is a human tooth organization in this area crazy crimes, the court is helpless with them, open the list of sky-high rewards, hum, these people are too hateful, you know, the children's gang still owes me a favor, and I also have a good relationship with their Ye gang master, although I didn't help them for this favor, but there are still many ways to walk the rivers and lakes in the future, so I have to go to see if I can help them when this matter comes. ”

"You know what? It seems that the underworld of the capital city has been infighting recently, and the reward orders of the rivers and lakes have been posted to Yuzhou City, I saw it yesterday, it seems that the two hall masters of the first and second halls conspired to kill the hall masters of the fifth hall by something......"

"You know what? Falling Whale Mountain moved, the mountain rocks rolled down and an unknown pitch-black city appeared, I didn't expect Su Qi'er you didn't brag, it turned out that there was really this hidden city in the mountain, along with it there was also the Fang Rift Valley, the mountain wall and stone cliff were like a sword splitting knife, and there were countless martial arts secrets and mental methods engraved on it, which attracted countless scattered people and gangs to rush to it, and even the imperial court was alarmed, they called it the Sword River and Sword Valley, but I always felt that there must be something greasy in this matter. ”

"You know what......

It was as if the two of them were sitting across from him, one of them was bored and drinking with a dogtail in his mouth, and the other was looking at him with his chin in his hand and a smile.

Sometimes, he will go to Yuyulou without giving up, hoping to see his sister, but he still gets the same answer.

"Senior Sister Wei, she doesn't see guests."

It was still the expressionless whitefriar who opened the door for him.

Once, Wei Zigeng couldn't stand it anymore, grabbed the man's collar, glared at him angrily, and said:

"Are you all like elm pimples in Yuyulou? Without the seven emotions and six desires, then what are you practicing for? ”

The white-clothed monk was as expressionless as ever at his rudeness, and only said lightly:

"Does it matter?"

This answer made Wei Zigeng speechless, no emotion means that cultivation is not important, so it is equally not important what cultivation is for, so it doesn't matter what you become after cultivation.

Winter is coming quietly, under the goose feather snow, Yuzhou City is covered in silver, adding the last piece of auspiciousness to this New Year.

By the lake, the young man flew in the snow with a knife, startled thousands of piles of snow, under the light of the knife, the snowflakes flew wantonly, because of the traction of the air engine, sometimes like a knife scraping, sometimes turned into an arc, endless graceful and suave.

In front of the two tombs were wine and a handful of fireworks.

"Ah Ying, Su Qi'er, it's the New Year again."

"But where are you?"

No one answered him.

In the New Year, Wei Zigeng sat all night, warm rice wine on the fire, and drank warm rice wine to resist the wind and cold in winter, can there be more pleasant things than this?

The young man raised his head and took a sip of wine, and under the old willow tree lay the worn-out long sword and the pure white narrow long knife, and he couldn't help but sneer:

"Heh, it turns out that the hero is a lonely ......"

On Qingming Day of another year, Wei Zigeng also sat in front of the tomb, holding a wine jug and a butter paper bag in his hand, and poured three glasses of wine.

Two years of cold and summer have left traces of time on the young man's handsome face, his skin is slightly bronzed, his eyes are deeper, his body is much stronger, there are several wounds on his arms, and he almost cut off his arms several times.

"Ah Ying, Su Qi'er, tomorrow I will leave Yuzhou City to go to the rivers and lakes, so I won't practice knives today."

Wei Zigeng raised his head and poured a sip of wine, I don't know when he also fell in love with wine, he clearly remembered that when he drank the first sip of wine, he still felt very choked, how could he like this taste that made him feel very uncomfortable?

"I'm going to walk through all the rivers and lakes, see all the scenery that I haven't seen before, and I'm going to take you to see all the rivers and lakes together."

The breeze passes, the willows are still clinging, happy eyebrows, eyebrows upturned.

In Yuzhou City, there is an inn, early in the morning.

The young man carried two gray cloth bags, which were the barrel and tip of the three-section blood-draining gun and the worn iron sword left by Su Qi'er. A long knife straddled his waist.

Open the door, walk out of the room, and walk out of the inn.

In the hall, Wei Xian, Ghost Xiaoer, Qi Xiao, Bai Junzi, Uncle Liu, Wang Youyu and brewer Chen Wanyu were waiting here, which made the young Wei Zigeng couldn't help but be surprised.

"What are you?"

"Little bunny, are you going to leave without saying a word? You want your aunt to worry about you to death? ”

Chen Yanyu complained angrily and pinched his face, while Wei Zigeng smiled and said nothing.

"Less shopkeeper, it's dangerous to go to the rivers and lakes, you must take care."

The white gentleman was as polite as ever, and said.

"Don't get in the way, we don't have such light work as the shopkeeper, and there is no need to pay attention to those who are idle, don't forget, light work is what I paught!"

Ghost Xiaoer smiled and pointed at himself with his thumb.

Wang Youyu carried a butter paper bag and a jar of wine in his hand and handed them to Wei Zigeng.

"Don't be hungry on the road, come back if you want to eat the dishes made by Uncle Yu, and Uncle Yu will keep it for you."

When Qi Xiao first arrived, she didn't understand why they could get along so well, obviously in the early years, they were a group of notorious people in the rivers and lakes, and slowly she understood, because they regarded each other as support, as family.

Without waiting for Qi Xiao to say anything, Wei Zigeng hugged her and said:

"Aunt Qi, even if you are a step late, but we all treat you as family."

This sentence without a beginning or end made everyone a little confused, and made Qi Xiao's face red.

The tall Wei Xian walked up to the young man, patted him on the shoulder and said:

"Well, I have indeed grown up a lot, don't take advantage of the courage of the horseman when you go out, think twice before doing anything, and remember that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky."

"Got it, Dad, I'll remember."

Then Wei Xian took out a few silver tickets, adding up to three hundred taels of silver, and handed them to the young man.

"Over the years, I have invited Su Qi'er for the wine money, and I don't give you a horse, and the tree is very popular. There's a mule outside the door, take it away. ”

"Hmm."

As he spoke, the boy looked behind them, as if he was looking for something.

"Your aunt went to Qingbei Mountain to pay tribute to the deceased, and she was not at the inn these days, as for Ziqing, she was in Yuyu Building, so she won't see her off."

The boy nodded in disappointment.

He knew that most of his aunt was going to accompany the mountain god of Qingbei Mountain, and Wei Ziqing no longer had human feelings because he worshiped Yuyulou Zhenjun, and when he heard what his father said, he worshiped Yuyulou.

"The world is at ease, and the gods can't control it."

When he went out, the young man led the mule and walked alone to the city gate under the gaze of several people, and looked back, and there was a group of people standing at the door, and the two peach trees in the courtyard that were getting taller and taller, and which were no more than five feet tall when they were planted by the three of them, and now they can be used for people to enjoy the shade.

But where is the tree planter now?

Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red.

The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

Outside the city, next to Songjun Lake, Zhou Fangru, dressed in a green shirt, stood in front of the two tombs, standing with his hands in his hands, looking in the direction of the city gate.

"Zigeng is here!"

The young man hurriedly came to Mr. Zhou and saluted respectfully, Zhou Fangru nodded with a smile and said:

"Well, yes, kind of look. Go, go to the rivers and lakes to take a look, how can the young man live in a corner. ”

Fighting to the end again, the young man said goodbye to Zhou Fangru, a person, a mule, and gradually drifted away.

Vaguely, Mr. Zhou seemed to see a vague shadow beside the young man, and at this moment he was smiling and waving goodbye to him, and embarked on a long journey with the young man.

Mr. Zhou rubbed his eyes, and at some point in the corner of his eye, tears had arrived.

Above the city, a girl in white was holding a pure black narrow knife in her right hand, with an expressionless face.

Beside her stood a young man in white clothes and white hostas, looking at his only personal disciple beside him, and secretly said in his heart:

"Don't blame yourself for being a teacher, only in this way can this heart finally become your own."

The girl in white with a knife looked at a mule and a person in the distance, her face was expressionless, and two tears flowed from her cold face, and she herself did not know it.

Lin Zhumao on the side stretched out two fingers and put the two tears into a small glass vessel, nodded affirmatively, and then patted Wei Ziqing on the shoulder and said:

"Apprentice, since you have all your hearts, go back to Yuyu Tower as a teacher, now you are only a line away from Hedao, I believe you will meet again soon."

The girl's eyes were still looking at the distant back, nodded silently, turned around and disappeared in place with Lin Zhumao.

On the official road, the boy lay on a mule, tied his hair with a wicker, held a dog's tail grass pulled out of nowhere in his mouth, crossed Erlang's legs, and placed a long gray cloth bag and a worn-out long sword with a bloody spear on the side of the mule, and held the pure white narrow long knife in his arms.

The young man patted the long sword on the side of the mule's abdomen and the narrow knife in his arms, and said with a smile:

"Su Qi'er, Ah Ying, go! I'll take you to see this river and lake! ”

After saying that, he closed his eyes and hummed a ballad in his mouth, and the breeze blew, and the song spread farther and farther.

"When a man comes, there is nothing. When people go, they stir up dust. People come to the world to walk, and the sword hangs at the waist. See all the scenery in the world, read all the people in the world, and kill all the demons in the world. The hometown lady is waiting for her husband to return, but she is already a guest from another country, returning to her hometown? Alas, he has become a ghost in another country......"

On this day, the young man walked the rivers and lakes with a sword and a sword.

As the so-called:

Shu sent out a tour to know his fate, and asked the young man with a smile what he wanted.

After running away for half a life, I dare to ask where the guest came from.