No one knows when Zhang Xiaoyu left the view of mountains and rivers.

In that Qingshan town, although most of the people left after Zhang Xiaoyu lost, there were still some people who stayed and wanted to see where Zhang Xiaoyu would go after he lost.

But those people waited there for almost a month, but they inexplicably got the news that Zhang Xiaoyu had appeared in the East China Sea.

When did he leave?

What did he do in the East China Sea?

People were at a loss.

Zhang Xiaoyu naturally didn't care about this kind of thing.

With his sword on his back, he walked quietly at the foot of the East China Sea.

The young man who was still unwashed with the blood on top of the white clothes looked very calm, and when he passed by a stream, he stopped, squatted by the stream, washed his face, and washed the dust from his sword—he came over as usual.

It's like once going from the south to the north.

This time he walked from the west to the east.

The reason why people didn't see him.

It was because his sword was drawn while he was going up the mountain.

So when the sword arrived at the view of mountains and rivers, Zhang Xiaoyu was already descending the mountain.

At that time, the eyes of the world were on the mountain, and naturally they did not notice that a young man walked down the mountain.

When he went back, he even went to the noodle shop, but there was no one in it, and everyone went to see the excitement.

So Zhang Xiaoyu ordered himself a bowl of noodles to eat.

Not as delicious as Nanyi City.

It's not as delicious as it is in the noodle shop.

After all, he is a sword cultivator and a Taoist, not a cook.

When the people gathered outside the town, hid in the mountains, hid in the clouds, and watched with bated breath at the sword that went up the mountain, Zhang Xiaoyu sat by the window in front of him, his mouth was full of noodles, and watched them quietly.

After eating the noodles, Zhang Xiaoyu left there. Began to head towards the East China Sea.

The East China Sea is far away, but Zhang Xiaoyu still waited for a long time on the trail outside the town.

Until his sword returned.

The mountain and river sword is still the mountain and river sword.

It's just that there are more holes in the sword.

It was three inches from the blade of the sword.

The edges are irregular, as if someone has poked a finger.

Zhang Xiaoyu calmly washed the dust on the sword, and did not forget to let the water wash the hole in the sword body.

It wasn't until the sword was washed clean that Zhang Xiaoyu stood up again and looked up at the town not far away.

This is probably the most famous town in the world.

It is called Donghai Town, also called Jianya Town.

Of course, there are also more out-of-the-way names, such as Muyu Town, it is said that it is because many years ago, the ten disciples of Mojian Cliff Tsing Yi Muyu grew up in the town, and the last sword opened the mountain and went up the cliff.

Although Zhang Xiaoyu thinks it's ridiculous, he still likes the name Muyu Town.

After all, his name is Zhang Xiaoyu.

The town is not big, but it is very lively, similar to some small cities in the world, surrounding the entire Sword Cliff and the big river, spreading out under a cliff in the East China Sea.

The place where Zhang Xiaoyu came in is called the North Gate.

Because he came from the mountains and rivers in the northwest.

The town is very bustling and lively, and most of the people who come and go carry a sword on their backs.

There are as many blacksmith shops here as there are archways in Nanyi City.

Even though it was the middle of October, there was no chill in the whole town, and the stoves that were burning vigorously in the streets were constantly radiating heat.

So Zhang Xiaoyu untied the placket of the white coat and walked through the flow of people with a sword on his back.

After searching for a long time, I finally found the wine shop that was rumored to be loved by a former disciple of Mojian Cliff.

As soon as I entered, a lazy voice said, "Today's wine is sold out." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu raised his eyes and saw that it was a little er lying in the corner with a blue nose and swollen face.

It looked miserable, like being beaten by many people.

Beside him lay many jars of wine, some empty, some full.

"And what is this?"

Zhang Xiaoyu stretched out his hand and pointed to the wine jars beside him and asked.

Xiao Er moved and seemed to want to stand up, but he was probably beaten too badly, and just moved, and the young man sat back down.

So he didn't bother to move, so he lay in the corner and chirped, "It seems that you are drinking here for the first time?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu nodded and said, "Yes." ”

"So the next time you come back, you must remember that if I all lie here like this, then there will be no wine."

Although Xiao Er couldn't move, his expression was as usual, and he was used to being beaten at a glance.

"Why?" Zhang Xiaoyu looked at him very curiously.

Xiao Er smiled and said, "Because I'm lying like this, who will sell you wine?" ”

"......" Zhang Xiaoyu was speechless, and then asked, "Then why were you beaten like this?" ”

"Because everyone knows that the wine here was loved by a certain senior in Mojian Cliff many years ago, so people who come here always want to taste it, but after they taste it, they find that this wine is not very good, so they feel deceived and want to beat me."

Xiao Er had long been accustomed to it, sitting there lazily, and continued: "So whether there is alcohol in the store depends on whether I can stand up or not. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu said with a strange expression: "So were they deceived?" ”

Xiao Er said sincerely: "This is really not, my family's wine is bitter and astringent, and it has not changed for more than a thousand years." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't believe it very much, so he walked over, picked up a jar, and wanted to take a sip and taste it.

"You can drink it, but you can't hit me if you drink it." Xiao Er looked at Zhang Xiaoyu seriously and said, "I didn't sell it to you, I didn't take your money, it was all your willing." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu nodded and said, "Okay." ”

So he took a sip of wine, and his face became visibly ugly.

clenched his fists, but looking at Xiao Er's appearance, he still endured it.

"What about your shopkeeper?"

"I am."

“.......”

Xiao Er said with a smile: "You don't think that if you are beaten every day, there will be people who come here to work." ”

"Makes sense." Zhang Xiaoyu sighed, put down the wine jar, and sat down next to him. I was puzzled and asked, "That senior back then, did he really like to drink this kind of wine?" ”

Xiao Er thought for a while and said, "I don't know, that's what my wife and grandfather said, it's been more than a thousand years, who still knows?" In fact, we also want to deny, who wants to be beaten every day? But the world doesn't believe it, they want to think that this is a good wine in the world, and after drinking it, they turn their faces and don't recognize people, and some people finish drinking, after several years, they still get angry when they think about it, and they have to run back and beat me. I was only a teenager at the time, and do you know how much psychological damage a big bag can cause to a teenager? You don't know, you only care about whether your seniors like to drink this glass of wine or not. ”

“......”

Zhang Xiaoyu was very guilty by Xiao Er, so he reached out to help him up and sat down against the wall on the table by the window.

"Then why don't you close the shop and go do something else?"

Probably because of the activity and some wounds, Xiao Er's face was a little embarrassed, and he calmed down after a while, and said, "Close the store?" The more you hide, the more people think it's a good thing, so they go crazy and want to drink, and if you don't drink it, you're so angry that you want to beat me. I look at you, you should be a very good sword cultivator. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows and said, "How can you see it?" ”

"Because of the poor sword cultivation, I don't have the face to wear white clothes."

“.......”

"Since you are a very good sword cultivator, then you must think that everyone can be like you, put the sword today, and say that I don't need to seal the sword from now on, people may be afraid of your strength, and really let you seal the sword, but we can't, I also learned the sword when I was a child, but after three years of study, I am still like a woodcutter, I can't even fly the sword, since I don't have the strength to shut up the world, it is better to sell wine here to satisfy the thirst of the world."

Xiao Er smiled very easily, and said: "Black and red are also red, although they have been beaten, at least they have made money, not like some sword cultivators, who have practiced all their lives, and are so poor that they may not even be able to marry their daughter-in-law, Zhang Xiaoyu, who has been in the limelight recently, you know, he also likes to wear white clothes, and it is said that the pocket is cleaner than that clothes." By the way, what's your name? ”

Zhang Xiaoyu took down the mountain and river sword behind him, put it on the table, pointed to the words on the sword, and looked at this miserable little two with a smile.

"Do you know this sword?"

"Mountain.... River. Xiao Er thought for a while and said, "Could it be that you are Li Shanhe?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a while, and pulled the sword back.

"No, my name is Zhang Xiaoyu, the one you said, Zhang Xiaoyu who may not even be able to marry a daughter-in-law."

"......" Xiao Er was silent for a moment and asked, "So can you afford to marry a daughter-in-law?" ”

"......" Zhang Xiaoyu also fell silent. I probably can't afford to marry. ”

Just said but subconsciously looked south, but soon realized that this was the East China Sea, not Nanyi City, so he turned his head again.

"But there's a girl waiting for me. If I can take care of this life......"

"What if you can't handle things in your life?"

There was silence in the wine shop.

A sword cultivator opened the curtain and walked in.

"Little Er, serve the wine."

Zhang Xiaoyu glanced at Xiao Er in front of him, and then said calmly: "There is no wine." ”

"What's the jar over there?"

"It's water."

"I don't believe it." The sword cultivator said that he was going to take a look.

The mountain and river sword on the table suddenly came out of its sheath, and the sword intent was restless all over the room.

"Ah, it turned out to be water, when did I become blind?"

The man turned and walked away.

Zhang Xiaoyu calmly put the Shanhe Sword into the sheath, looked at Xiao Er for a long time, and then said softly: "Yes, I can't afford to marry a daughter-in-law." ”

Xiao Er peeked at the sword in Zhang Xiaoyu's hand, and said with an embarrassed smile: "Actually, I'm just joking." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu still said softly: "But you are right. ”

Xiao Er breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Xiaoyu put the mountain and river sword behind his back, then sat there and pondered for a while, and said, "Will you be below?" ”

"Yes, but now that I'm like this, I'm afraid I'll fall into the pot and face it."

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled softly and said, "It's okay, don't be in a hurry now, will you gossip?" ”

"Gossip?"

"When it's okay, hold a handful of melon seeds, run under the tree and talk nonsense with the old men and old ladies everywhere."

"Well, probably will."

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled, stood up, and walked towards the door.

"Okay, when you can move, go buy some melon seeds and find someone to gossip."

"Say what?"

"Let's just say, the mountains and rivers watch Zhang Xiaoyu, come to sharpen the sword cliff and ask for a sword."

Xiao Er was stunned there for a long time, but Zhang Xiaoyu had already gone out with a sword on his back, and he didn't know where he went.

What's going on?

......

Mojian Cliff, Green Bamboo Residence.

Even though the world is in October, the green bamboo on the cliff is still green, gurgling around the clear stream, heading down.

Qinglian can be a name, Tsing Yi can be a name, green pepper can be a name, and so is Qingzhu.

Qingzhu, as the only female sword cultivator on the Sword Grinding Cliff back then, is not a famous person either then or now.

People in the world often only know the name Qingzhu, but this woman who has always been demure and elegant back then has very few deeds in the world.

I only know that after the change in Huaidu that year, she briefly took over as the Lord of the Grinding Sword Cliff, and then handed everything over to Qinglian and the Demon Ancestor.

Her whole life was hidden in the small green bamboo on this cliff, and no one remembered it.

This is true even for Qiu Xi'er.

Her mother is Qiushui, Qiushui's mother is the former cliff lord Hongyi, and the two of them are the daughters of Qingzhu and Baiyi.

This is the only thing Qiu Xi'er knows.

It's not a secret, it's just a forgotten past.

If Qiushui was called Orange according to the name back then, then she probably wouldn't be called Qiuxi'er.

It is very likely to follow the name of the cliff lord of the past dynasties, called Xueyi.

But history didn't go that way.

Qiushui probably once hated the woman who turned herself into a demon clan with the demon heart of the demon ancestor, so even if she became the cliff master later, she didn't change her name back, just called Qiushui.

The tail of the River Styx from the end of the Yellow Mountains.

Translucent.

Maybe it was from the autumn water, and the inheritance of the Grinding Sword Cliff had been broken.

The high cliff that once made people dare not look up in the world has been silent in the East China Sea for a long time.

So probably because of this, there will be Qiu Xi'er inviting the sword world at the All Souls' Day in Nanyi City.

Yes, the Grinding Sword Cliff should not be concerned with human affairs.

But that's the cliff master's business.

Before Qiu Shui died and became the master of the Sword Grinding Cliff, Qiu Xi'er could still be regarded as a sword cultivator in the world.

Therefore, Qiushui is not the three swords in the world.

And Qiu Xi'er: Yes.

This cold woman who once broke through the sea of swords on All Souls' Day sat quietly by the stream rock.

But she didn't look at the sea, nor did she look at the world.

It's reading the letter.

Someone sent the letter to the Mojian Cliff, which is the location of the Ten Year Sword Sect Mountain Gate.

Then it was blown by the wind to the center of the green bamboo.

It's just that whether it was blown by the mountain wind or by the sword wind, that is not known.

The letter was actually written very short, but Qiu Xi'er read it for a long time.

Finally, my eyes stayed on the last few paragraphs.

As for whether Nandao lost to a certain East China Sea sword cultivator named Qingjiao, it didn't matter much.

Nandao's handwriting is still extremely ugly, even if it is written carefully stroke by stroke, it is not good-looking.

Qiu Xi'er gently held the bottom half of the letter and looked at the last few words.

——

This is the third letter I have written to my husband. But I never received a reply from my husband, which sometimes makes me feel a little lost and worried.

Sir, if you are not busy, can you write me back?

I miss you again, sir.

South Island.

——

When will he write something like this?

Not only Le Chaotian, but also Qiu Xi'er, who has always been cold, is also puzzled.

There is also a piece of stationery on the side.

That was the last time it was delivered.

Again, the last sentence.

——

The moonlight is beautiful tonight.

I want to come to you, sir.

——

Qiu Xi'er put down the letter paper in her hand, and the two thin pieces of letter paper were on the stream rocks on the side, and they were blown by the mountain wind.

But there was no sign of being swept away by the wind.

Qiu Xi'er sat by the stream for a long time before she realized this.

Probably annoyed by the mountain wind to see his thoughts.

The woman, who was accustomed to being cold and indifferent, had some red ears, so the sword wind blew, and blew the two pieces of letter paper down, hanging on a green bamboo branch, swaying up and down.

After looking at the two pieces of letter hanging over there for a long time, Qiu Xi'er finally turned around and quietly looked at Shishang Qingxi.

The rocks of the stream are pillow-shaped, submerged into the stream, and then re-probed on the other side of the stream.

There are pebbles and bamboo leaves on the bottom of the water, but there are no fish in it.

Maybe there was once a red fish - I heard that when Qingzhu died, he was wearing a bloody suit in white and sitting here.

Maybe there may be whitefish......

Qiu Xi'er sat cross-legged on the stream stone for a long time, but she didn't know what she was thinking.

After being silent for a long time, he raised his hand and took off the sword-shaped wooden hairpin on the hair mustache.

A waterfall of green silk hangs into the water.

Qiu Xi'er held the wooden hairpin in her palm and looked down at herself in the water.

I've been looking at it for a long time, but I still don't know if it's the ripples on the surface of the water or the ripples in my heart.

So the wooden hairpin in the hand of this usually cold woman became a long sword like a cold moon out of water.

The mountain breeze and sword wind blow together on the edge of this quiet cliff dwelling.

There are white clothes like pear blossoms.

There is a sword as bright as the moon.

It is about the movement of the body that can calm the mind.

This sword dance lasted for a long time, and the white dress stopped by the green bamboo with two pieces of letter paper hanging from it.

The woman is as stubborn as a sword of water, and a waterfall of green silk ripples in the mountain wind.

Then he reached out and took the two pieces of letter down.

After looking quietly for a long time, Qiu Xi'er's gaze fell on the first few sentences of the third letter again.

——

There is a sword cultivator from the East China Sea in the mountains, called Qingjiao, I don't know if Mr. has heard of her name.

I'm ashamed that I lost to her twice.

Not going to lose next time, sir.

——

So it's actually important.

Qiu Xi'er calmly walked back to the center of Qingzhu.

At that time, Qingzhu, the sixth senior sister of Mojian Cliff, liked to read, so Qingzhu naturally did not lack such things as paper and pen in the center.

Sitting down in front of the small green bamboo window facing the world, Qiu Xi'er put away the book that had not yet been finished and took the pen and paper.

It is full of bamboo leaves.

It's the mountain wind.

Qiu Xi'er quietly looked out the window for a long time, and then bowed her head and wrote a word under the small window where the cold sky light in the world shone obliquely.

——

Good.

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