February XVI.

In the past few days, Li Muxuan has been drinking wine as usual in "tea drunk and scholarly", and the person sitting opposite him is still the "gentle and elegant" scholar.

Li Muxuan was thinking about the last words he said to the young man after leaving the house that day.

"Young man, in this world, in addition to the current situation, in the vast rivers and lakes outside the city, some people climb the tower to watch the mountains and rivers, some people hold swords to soothe the injustices in the world, there are young lovers who stay alone in the dry city just to wait for no return, there are chivalrous tenderness, and there is more bloody ......"

Li Muxuan looked at the spring rain outside the window, and suddenly felt that if the head of Shushan was a reasonable pure sword cultivator, then this world would not be like what Bai Li said...... The world is boring?

As for him going to wander the rivers and lakes and abandoning all his responsibilities to a boy who is no more than twelve years old, he will not admit it.

Li Muxuan came back to his senses, picked up the wine glass and took a big sip directly, suddenly felt refreshed, and staggered and said: "Brother Bai don't be surprised, the younger brother will punish himself with a glass." ”

Seeing his face not red and his heart not beating, where is the slightest embarrassment?

Bai Li's expression was flat, obviously accustomed to such a hanger in charge of Shushan.

Bai Li took a stubble and said with a smile: "Next, it depends on whether this famous Taoist head coach is a chess player or a chess player." ”

The youth was a little embarrassed.

The scholar glanced at him, and said angrily: "I'm not dead yet, can Ning Xiaozi still have an accident?" ”

Li Muxuan smiled brighter than a flower when he heard this, picked up peanuts, and swallowed osmanthus wine, so happy.

A gust of spring breeze blew, and in the distance, another pale green leaf of the plane tree fell away, floating over Fufeng City, and finally disappeared.

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On the eighth day of Li Muxuan's departure, there was still a fire burning under the medicine pod in the house, and the young man had already carefully put away the green jade pendant, but at the moment he was staring at the fire and absent-minded, so he kept squatting in front of the fire.

Not far from him, there was a locust wood sword lying quietly on the ground, which Li Muxuan had asked for from nowhere after he left that day, saying that he would come to teach him to practice swords every once in a while.

The young man remembered the inky blue long sword behind Li Muxuan for some reason, and he couldn't say that he was worried about it, but he was a little envious.

Ning Chu came to his senses, and the outside of the house was dripping, just like a silver needle pouring down, killing all the remnants of the world.

He was a little stunned, carefully pondered the heat, got up and took a small wooden bench, pushed open the wooden door and sat alone under the eaves, watching the shadow of the tree swaying, falling into the water like a bead curtain, as if in the same boat on the side.

He found a parting letter from Gao Jing in the courtyard next door yesterday, which wrote that he was going to go to Jiangnan with a teacher in green shirts to study and travel, and it was written that Gao Jing asked the cast iron master in the north of the city to accept Ning Chuyi as an apprentice. It's really a long-term livelihood, but yesterday the boy sat in the house all night, and he still hasn't been able to wait for Takai's personal farewell.

In the end, the young man looked at the rain curtain blankly, and suddenly realized that he had not lived thoroughly all these years, and he himself did not know what kind of life he wanted.

A breeze blowing, a cup of tea?

Ning Chuyi recalled that he had been doing it for more than ten years, but he was actually quite bad, his father and mother left him, the old beggar was gone, and even the only friend who could speak could not be kept.

It seems that all of them are passers-by in his life, no one can keep them, and he has never won once, not once.

Ning Que cautiously glanced at the young man's face, "Brother." ”

The young man answered, like an old man in the twilight, but turned his head and did not get up.

Huo Ran, the two looked at each other, and the girl's body froze.

In a pair of pupils, there was a touch of dead gray green that persisted for a long time, and there was a round of golden red flame in it.

There is emptiness in reality, and there is yang in yin.

Ning Chuyi's eyes could no longer see the slightest human color, just staring at the girl calmly, making her overwhelmed, her body was paralyzed like mud, and a pair of clear eyes seemed empty and numb at the moment.

Her hair was blown by the wind and brushed against her cheeks, Ning Que pursed her lips and said softly, "It's cold outside, it's back." ”

"Nope." Ning Chu shook his head for the first time, didn't explain anything, thought about it carefully in his heart, and after leaving a sentence to go back, he walked away alone in the drizzle with an oil-paper umbrella.

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In the courtyard, there are a few more sage books in front of Bai Li, saying that this is the case, but in fact it is just a few yellowed pages, which record the landscape style of the south of the Yangtze River, and the name is not known.

During the day, an elegant and easy-going Confucian scholar came to visit the place with his students, and then the two sat down to talk, and the students listened to it.

The green-shirted Confucian who came all the way from Jiangnan asked a very hurtful question, "Mr. Bai, if the wild dog insists on laughing at the dog, and the owner of the dog takes some leftovers to feed the wild dog, then the wild dog must let go of his mentality and thank the master and servant?" ”

Scholar Bai Li replied at the time: "Time is also fate, and heaven is also, and heaven cannot do it." ”

This answer is obviously not the answer asked, and even the handsome young man can hear the self-deprecation in it just by pondering it a little.

The well-known Confucian scholars in green shirts in Jiangnan can naturally understand, only sighing, life is also very understandable. Therefore, he didn't ask much about this aggressive issue, and asked him about the controversy between the two Taoist schools, and cheekily asked about the landscape customs of the Eastern Wilderness and the whereabouts of an old-timer.

Before leaving, the Confucian surnamed Liang was a little curious, and asked softly, "When will Mr. Bai return to Chang'an?" ”

Because he really didn't understand why this high-spirited scholar suddenly changed his temperament a thousand years ago, and he was willing to fall, falling from the upper three realms to the sixth realm one after another, and he also traveled from Baizhao Mountain to here, willing to be trapped by himself.

Bai Li said lightly: "Thinking of Chang'an, there is a breeze to guide the way." ”

The Confucian scholar nodded, made a gesture, and felt it, "Encourage you together." ”

From beginning to end, the two scholars did not ask a question about cultivation, and the two of them didn't care who the true dragon's luck was, and finally the master and apprentice saluted the free and easy but self-trapped scholar, said goodbye and traveled far away, and went to study in the Sage Academy, which the scholars in the Eastern Wilderness longed for.