Chen He and Nandao both left Nanyi City.

Originally, there were always people dozing off, but the listening platform was extremely silent.

Qing Xiang sat on the edge of the stage, drank a little wine, and quietly looked at the north of Nanyi City.

He naturally saw those red people who were heading towards the Sword Sect's garden in the midst of the prosperous world.

But this is not a very surprising thing.

A disciple of the Sword Sect, who is not good at practicing swords, wanders around the city of Nanyi all night to play cards, naturally for some things.

But that picture is really good.

The night is deep, the lights of the world are bright, and then thousands of reds rise from the world to the sky.

Naturally extremely interesting stuff.

There were some footsteps downstairs, a little urgent, but not so urgent.

Pushing open the door and walking to the stage was Yun Hu who didn't know.

There are still some scribbled drawings in his hand, which should have come from the Academy of Mathematics and Physics.

Looking at the prime minister who was drinking on the sidelines, Yun Hu was very dazed.

"What happened earlier?"

Prime Minister glanced back at him, turned back again, and said casually, "What happened?" ”

"Flying out of the red middle of the country!"

Yun Hu walked to the edge of the stage and looked at the sky.

It's a pity that all those red ones have returned to Nanyi City.

So Yun Hu didn't know what he saw.

The prime minister said very calmly: "You should be able to guess some." ”

Yun Hu didn't know how to think about it and said, "Zhang Xiaoyu? ”

Qing Xiang said slowly: "Yes." ”

Yun Hu didn't know how to look at the north of Nanyi City, the north was just night, the silent night floating above the lights.

"It's really handsome."

Yun Hu said thoughtlessly.

Qing Xiang turned his head and looked at Yun Hu quietly, as if he wanted to ask something.

Yun Hu didn't know what he had said to Nan Dao, smiled softly, and said, "My name is Yun Hu Don't know, so I don't know." ”

Qing Xiang directly gave Yun Hu Zhizhi's head a blow.

"Did I ask you, you don't know."

"......" Yun Hu didn't know how to cover his head, very speechless.

The scholar who drank alcohol was a little light and heavy.

Yun Hu didn't know how to feel that his skull seemed to be swollen.

Prime Minister turned around and said very calmly: "What road you want to take, I naturally won't ask." ”

Yun Hu didn't know how to look at Qing Xiang and said, "So? ”

The prime minister smiled.

"Is my little car ready?"

“......”

There is an inexplicable sense of power in pushing people into the river and drowning them.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no river near the wind platform, Yun Hu didn't know if he really wanted to push Qing Xiang into drowning.

"You are a great demon who has lived for a thousand years, can you be more mature?"

Yun Hu said without hating iron.

Prime Minister Qing said confidently: "Why, he Chen He can sit, but my Prime Minister can't sit down?" ”

“......”

Yun Hu didn't know if he didn't want to talk very much tonight.

didn't pay attention to the old drunkard Qing Xiang, holding those drawings and quietly watching the night on the side of the stage.

"Is Chen He gone?"

When Qing Xiang heard this, he looked very happy, and said with a big sip of wine: "Chen He can't leave or not, I don't care, the most important thing is that the young man with the umbrella is gone." ”

What does it mean not to forget the original intention?

This is called not forgetting the original intention.

Yun Hu was silent for a while, and said, "Where will that young man go in the future?" ”

Qing Xiang leaned on the guardrail and said slowly: "It doesn't matter where he goes, what matters is how far he can go, by the way, when you can leave, remember to close the gate of the Hanging Courtyard, lest this kid sneak back again." ”

Yun Hu didn't know how to turn his head to look at Qing Xiang, but he laughed softly and said, "It's rare to see Qing Shi you are so afraid of something. ”

The prime minister was silent for a while, then sighed and said, "Because he is not the one who holds the umbrella, and he is not the one who lives under the umbrella." ”

Yun Hu looked at Qing Xiang indistinctly, not knowing what this sentence meant.

The prime minister didn't explain, and while drinking wine, he swayed downstairs.

"I'm tired, I'm going to sleep in Xiaozhuyuan, if you don't have a place to go, just stay in the library, it's just a shortage of people."

Yun Hu didn't know how to look at Qing Xiang, and shook his head helplessly.

"Drink less, the smell of wine in that house finally cleared up."

"You're not Chen Huaifeng, what do you care about me drinking?"

Yun Hu was silent.

Of course, he is not Chen Huaifeng, so he will not hold wolfberry tea all day long and drink it and talk about health preservation with people.

Qing Xiang went to Xiaozhuyuan, Yun Hu didn't know how to listen to the wind platform for a while, and then took those drawings to the Institute of Mathematics and Physics.

There is no way, the world is big, and the dean's unreasonable demands are the greatest.

Hurry up and get him out of Tianyan car first, otherwise Yun Hu doesn't know that he will be annoyed to death by Prime Minister Qing.

......

Qing Xiang held the wine jug and drank while walking, passed through those bamboo forest paths, and walked towards the small bamboo garden.

Just walking, he stopped, and looked down at the bamboo leaves on the ground.

Naturally, nothing major happened to this bamboo forest trail leading to Xiaozhuyuan, which is probably why Nandao used to cry here.

So Qing Xiang searched for a long time, but he didn't find anything that could keep him from looking up.

So he simply squatted down with the flask in his hand and began to count the ants on the bamboo leaves in the night.

I don't know if it's a hand owe or what, looking at the ant, Qing Xiang picked up a piece of bun crumbs that Yun Hu didn't know to eat from the side and placed it in front of the ant.

The ants found their prey, and went around there excitedly, and then ran to find the big army.

Qing Xiang smiled and snatched the crumbs of the bun away with his backhand.

I don't know if the ant will be beaten by his companions if there is nothing when he comes with a large army.

Prime Minister thought again, no, what are you going to do.

Whatever, squatting and it's over.

But naturally it's not like squatting and it's over.

The prime minister was there looking at the ants for a long time.

Then I heard a very warm young man's voice in front of me.

"Prime Minister."

Qing Xiang sighed, stood up, looked at the young man in green clothes sitting in the small bamboo garden, bowed, and said softly: "Senior." ”

Cao Weiying sat at the stone table, tilted his head to look at Qing Xiang and said, "You don't seem to want to see me?" ”

Qing Xiang stood on the bamboo forest path, silently looked at the stone road leading to the small bamboo garden, and then sighed and said: "Because when I see my predecessors, I tend to remember that people like us in the world are already very old. ”

As he spoke, he walked towards the small bamboo garden, standing in the courtyard, looking up at the night.

"Being old is certainly not a painful thing, but time is."

"When people meet each other, they are often looking in the mirror."

The prime minister was very helpless and thought about it in pieces.

"That's how we see old people. So when I don't have anything to do, I don't go to Cong Blade for a drink. ”

Cao Weiying didn't have this kind of melancholy, so he just held the wine jug and held his face, quietly looking at Qing Xiang.

Qing Xiang babbled a lot, and then turned around, looked at Cao Weiying and said very respectfully: "Is there something wrong with the seniors looking for me?" ”

Cao Weiying laughed softly and said, "It's not a big deal, it's just that I'm different from you, and sometimes I want to see what the old people look like." ”

Qing Xiang sighed, walked to the table with the wine jug and sat down, and said softly: "Where can I be regarded as the old friend of my predecessors?" ”

Cao Weiying said a little seriously: "If you have met once, and you haven't died, you are naturally considered old people." ”

"It's better to see someone than to wake up from a sleep, look all over the world, and only find some lonely graves."

Qing Xiang thought about it for a long time before he understood the difference between the two.

Prime Minister is a person who is still alive in the world and still has a long-cherished wish, so he naturally does not want to see the years pass.

And the grass is a person who wakes up from a dream and looks at the world with nothing to do, so the feeling of handing over the four nothings is better than the fear of the years.

"What about Chen Yunxi?"

Qing Xiang looked at the grass for Hotaru and asked.

Cao Weiying said calmly: "This old man is too old, and when I see him, I will think of some stories from many years ago, so he naturally doesn't need to see him." ”

Prime Minister turned his head to look at the world, there were no white clouds and dogs, and there were no vicissitudes of life.

It's just that the rumors of different years are different.

The story is in the wind, not in the wine.

Falling like dust, no one remembers since then what the years really were.

The two of them sat in the courtyard for a long time, no one spoke, the grass was drinking wine, and so was the prime minister.

"It's been a thousand years since the green hanging sucptus died."

Grass said for Hotaru.

This person, who was praised by the world as the destiny of heaven back then, but only wanted to be a scholar, naturally went to see it when he returned from the desert.

It was also at that time that he saw the young man who followed Qing Xuanxuan and began to turn into a human being.

It's just that the young man has become an uncle who loves to drink.

Qing Xiang looked down at the hanging jade on his waist and said softly: "It's been more than a thousand years. ”

The story takes place in a humble school in that small town in the territory of Huangliang Rumor.

At that time, Kamigawa was still marching in the world, practicing everywhere, and at that time, Cong Blade was still daydreaming of the destiny of him, and the autumn water at that time, holding some of the scattered ashes on the cliff, was sleeping sadly.

So before you know it, it's been more than a thousand years.

Huai'an and Huangliang, two countries that have been fighting for thousands of years, have become synonymous with the names of the north and south.

Cao Weiyi said softly, "It's a pity. ”

Qing Xiang looked at the grass for the firefly and asked, "What do you think is a pity for the seniors?" ”

Cao Weiying said slowly: "It's a pity that he refused to learn swords for the rest of his life, I remember I asked him a question at the time. ”

Qing Xiang said softly: "You asked him, he refused to learn the sword, is it because the world said, there is already a sword saint in the world, and there is no longer suspense about the first on the sword, which made him lose the idea of grinding the sword cliff." ”

Cao Weiying laughed softly and said, "I didn't expect you to remember." ”

Of course, Qing Xiang remembered that even if he was just an ignorant teenager at the time, it was that answer that made him run around the world for thousands of years with his long-cherished wish.

Qing Xiang stood up, sat on the ridge of the bamboo house in the small bamboo garden in the night, looked at the south of the world, and said with emotion: "Sir's answer at that time was this-stepping on the sword cliff, I was only one person high. Being a teacher in the world can make more people stand taller. ”

"This is the case in the world of culture."

Qing Xiang drank sake bitterly and looked at the far south under the night.

"Of course, the human world has already stood very high, not the cultivation world, but the human world."

Qing Xiang looked back at Cao Weiying, who was sitting at the table smiling and saying nothing, and said, "Seniors should have seen Tianyan Che?" ”

"Yes." Cao Weiying chuckled and said, "I've been driving the wind in Nanyi City for a long time. ”

Qing Xiang smiled, turned his head, and continued to look at the night.

"Before he died, Mr. actually had some regrets."

"What regrets?"

"He wants to go to the sword cliff in the East China Sea to see, not to learn sword cultivation, but to ......"

Qing Xiang looked down at the piece of hanging jade.

"Look at the place where the Red Flood Shan predecessors used to stay."

Qing Xiang laughed softly, and said with regret: "It's a pity that he was too old at that time, and he couldn't even go out of the town to see the Qinser Valley where the mountains and rivers are like Qinxi." So in the end, I just left the world with regrets. ”

"So when I saw that very strange but very strange wheelchair, I thought to myself, if only the Hanging Courtyard could make these things, how nice it would be. But people in the years naturally can't see many things in the future. Although Mr. couldn't take that car to the distant East China Sea to see, if he knew that he could go far in the future, he would naturally be very happy. ”

Cao Weiying quietly listened to Qingxiang's words of incomparable exclamation, and said slowly: "That's the case, but I have a question. ”

Qing Xiang was stunned, looked at the grass for fireflies and said, "What? ”

The grass gestured for Hotaru and said, "What are you doing when you climb to the ridge?" ”

The prime minister laughed and said, "Because I think it's a little handsome." ”

Cao Weiying looked at the prime minister who jumped off the ridge of the roof, and said with a smile: "Still so boyish? ”

Qing Xiang looked at the grass for fireflies and said softly: "In front of my seniors, I can naturally be as young as I am." ”

Prime minister's praise is still very good after all.

So the grass for the firefly looked very useful, smiling and smiling and looking up and drinking.

However, if Cao Weiying knew that Prime Minister Qing had often climbed the roof before, and he was also involved with Yun Hu who couldn't get down in the middle of the night, and fell a dog and ate, it is unknown what he would think.

After taking a big sip of wine, Cao Weiying put down the wine gourd, got up and walked outside, and said slowly: "The world is indeed very good. ”

"What do you think?"

Qing Xiang asked from behind looking at the back of the grass for fireflies.

Cao Weiying said softly: "How hot the world is, I also want to go and see what has been left in this land for thousands of years-after all, Chen He can't be the only one who is chic." ”

Qing Xiang looked at Cao Weiying quietly and said, "So the seniors haven't left, just waiting for me to come back?" ”

Cao Weiyi said with a smile, "You look like you can think about it." ”

Qing Xiang carried the wine jug and laughed in the night.

Cao Weiying didn't say anything more, hugged the wine gourd, and went away under the bamboo forest path at night.

Prime Minister always felt as if something was missing.

After looking at it for a long time, I remembered that next to the wine gourd, there should be a sword.

But in today's world, who can make that young man draw a sword?

Qing Xiang remembered the woman in Daze, who was dressed in a long black dress and looked very gentle.

If that's it, why didn't you bring a sword?

Grass for fireflies is actually not short of swords.

Under the Sword Lake, thousands of long swords.

But none of those swords are your own.

So I only brought a wine gourd that I couldn't finish drinking to the world.

The figure of the boy disappeared into the bamboo forest.

Maybe it won't come back again.

When Qing Xiang thought that he would never come back, he suddenly understood the idea that Cao Weiying wanted to see the old man.

The years went by in a hurry.

So I won't come back again.

That's true.

The gossip on the April night is really just gossip.

Neither of them mentioned the red sword lights that suddenly disappeared in Nanyi City.

Compared to the world, compared to the years, compared to the old people, that is just an unimportant thing.

Even if Zhang Xiaoyu entered the avenue there.

But how many years does it take to go from entering the avenue to reaching the realm where grass is a firefly?

Nobody knows.

It's like after so many years, no one still knows how tall the Sword Saint Tsing Yi stood back then.

When the world looks up at the top of the cliff, it is already the limit.

And his story begins at the top of the cliff.

So for the two of them, those stories in the world are insignificant.

Qing Xiang drank a pot of wine, casually threw the jug in the courtyard, walked back to the small bamboo garden, and began to sleep.

Rushing in the Youhuang Mountains every day, I have to worry about whether there is a little bastard who runs out to sneak attack, so naturally I haven't slept well.

So Qing Xiang lay directly on the bed without sleeping, and the snoring sound was shocking.

......

In the city at night.

The lights went out, and there were many corners that the light had not illuminated.

Someone stood quietly under the green eaves at the corner of the river, carrying a lantern.

The sparkle in the Nanyi River faded, and the night fell.

So that's probably why people didn't notice a mangled corpse floating in the river.

The man with the lantern stood silently by the river, watching the corpse float all the way over, as if it had been entangled in something underwater, but it had just come to a stop on the riverbank.

The man tied the lantern to the guardrail, then leaned forward and looked silently at the corpse that had stopped by the river.

In the silhouette of the night, it is a picture of great fear.

But there was no sound by the river, no one exclaimed, no one ran.

The prosperity of the world is gone.

So only the silent Nanyi City saw this picture.

Then the figure stretched out a hand and stopped on the face of the incomparably pale corpse, as if caressing it affectionately.

It wasn't until a long time later that the figure withdrew its hand and reached out with the other.

It's like someone is drowning and he reaches out a helping hand.

Then the corpse opened its eyes and stretched out a hand, which took the hand of the figure.

As the corpse crawled ashore, the figure fell.

The pale boy opened his eyes calmly, looked at the river, said nothing, held the lantern, turned around and walked into a certain cramped and long alley.

Until the light of the lantern is getting dimmer and dimmer.

Until all light is swallowed up by the night.