Dry mountains and cold water, white rocks and shallow streams.

The Qingtian Daoist uncle who used to play cards in the noodle restaurant under the view of mountains and rivers stopped there.

In front of him, there was a sword without a name, the sword body was slender, about four feet, and the sword body was dark, like a high-grade ink treasure, but at different angles, there were some dazzling silver-white lights circulating above the dark sword body.

And the sword was stuck in the white stone.

Uncle Qingtian Dao's name was Qin Chulai, and he had also learned the sword for a while many years ago, maybe thirty years ago, maybe forty years ago.

During that time, he left the Qingtian Dao Temple and traveled through some Sword Sects in the northern part of the human world.

But perhaps because of his background in the Qingtian Dao, most of those who used swords couldn't get into his eyes.

So he went home.

It's just that on the way back, he met a middle-aged man who was clearing snow in a small courtyard at the foot of the mountain in the world.

In winter, there are naturally many people sweeping snow in the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain, but the reason why Qin Chulai noticed this person.

It was because when he was resting in the courtyard of his house that he saw the sword hanging under the eaves of the courtyard.

"Are you also a sword cultivator?"

Qin Chulai was a little surprised.

There are very few people in the north who hang swords in the courtyard, and such people often go to the south of the line in the East China Sea when they are young, or in some scattered small sword sects.

The middle-aged man who was clearing the snow in the yard just turned his head to look at the sword, smiled, and said, "It used to be, but then he was not good at learning and was expelled from the school." ”

Qin Chulai felt a little pity at the time, because the sword was very good-looking, the sword body was slender, about two fingers wide, which satisfied his yearning for the physical sword when he was still young at the time.

Probably that kind of iron roar?

After obtaining the consent of the middle-aged man, Qin Chulai took the sword from under the eaves, but he always felt that it was less meaningful.

Because the sword is black.

Pure black throughout.

When the cold winter light refracted on the snow, it didn't leave any light on the sword.

As if knowing Qin Chulai's doubts, the middle-aged man stopped, picked up the broom in his hand, and said with a soft smile: "This is a matte sword." ”

"Matte sword?"

The middle-aged man tilted his head, as if reminiscing, and then said slowly: "It used to be very beautiful, cold as water, but unfortunately later it may be because it is too good-looking, causing my mind to be on that light, so the sword is not very good." So Master kicked me out. ”

"And how did he get to be the way he is?"

"I used that little nail to smash the sword into a lot of tiny craters, and the light was trapped in those little pits - in fact, it was still very bright, but you couldn't see it. I call this snow clearing. ”

"Why is it called snow plowing?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Because the snow is not gone, but it is hidden in the corner." ”

Qin Chulai nodded thoughtfully.

I just looked at the lot of dust on the scabbard, but I was a little puzzled.

"It's been a long time since you've practiced swords?"

"Yes, because my snow hasn't been swept yet."

Qin Chu came to see the snow that had swept half of the courtyard, and then looked at the sword in his hand, not knowing where the snow he was talking about was the snow.

The middle-aged man began to bow his head and sweep the snow again.

Qin Chulai waved the sword in the courtyard, perhaps because there was no light on the sword, it gave people a very heavy feeling.

"It's very mysterious." Qin Chulai returned the sword to its sheath and hung it under the eaves again. "But it's not a good sword."

The middle-aged man was not annoyed, but said with a smile: "Yes, if it is really a good sword, it probably won't be expelled from the division." ”

Qin Chulai thought about it for a while, and felt that although he was younger than him, he was also a person who was about to enter the Great Dao, and he should be able to mention a few words as a senior.

"I think what your master means should not be in the sword, but in the mind, you are probably too obsessed with the sword and ignore the human being, so your master will let you come out and meditate in the world......

Qin Chu stopped a little strangely as he spoke.

So what's it like running around the world to learn swords?

But the middle-aged man didn't seem to realize Qin Chulai's embarrassment, and just smiled and said, "Maybe it's true?" ”

Qin Chulai was a little embarrassed, so he nodded, and hurriedly left the courtyard at the foot of the mountain and headed towards Qingtian Dao.

Of course, after returning to the Qingtian Dao, after practicing for a few more years, Qin Chulai, who entered the Great Dao, was about to be able to hear more rumors in the world.

He probably realized who expelled the middle-aged man who was in the courtyard at the beginning.

Bush blades.

Because that person is the once quite famous Sword Sect of the Human Sword Sect, Bai Mo Sword Zhong Sweeps Snow.

Thereupon.

In front of the dry mountain cold water white stone shallow stream.

Qin Chulai stopped and quietly looked at the sword in front of him.

Some swords, even after they have not entered the world and erased their names, are still difficult to forget.

The White Ink Sword is one of them.

This sword clearly has a bright light like snow, but because of the many small pits on the blade, it often looks black to the world.

Qin Chulai sometimes couldn't tell whether it was black white light or white black light.

So he looked up and looked down the shallow stream, where a middle-aged man was quietly washing the mud from the hem of his robe.

"When I came, it probably rained, so there was a little mud on the road." The middle-aged man raised his head and looked at Qin Chu and said.

Don't sweep the snow today, wash the mud today.

But Qin Chulai didn't understand a little, and he seemed to understand something, so he looked at the middle-aged man who was exactly the same as back then not far away, and said slowly: "Seniors have turned into demons?" ”

Zhong Sweep Xue smiled softly and said, "Yes, it's the Snow Demon. ”

Sweep the snow with your body and watch the snow with your heart.

So he became a snow demon.

Qin Chulai fell silent.

In fact, sword cultivation is the same as a sword, the older you get, the stronger you get.

It is only their bodies that are weak.

But after turning into a demon, there is no such limitation.

It's just that the older you get, the stronger you get.

It's like a bush blade.

Zhong Sweep Xue washed the mud on his hem, then wrung the water, and said to himself: "This road should go to the Qingtian Road, is it another fifty miles or a hundred miles?" ”

Qin Chulai said slowly: "One hundred and fifty miles." ”

Zhong Songxue said with some shame: "I'm sorry, I haven't been to Qingtian Dao, so I don't know very well, I just estimated that I walked here for a while." But I thought you would go to the East China Sea to see the sword. ”

Qin Chulai was silent for a while and said, "Why should I go to the East China Sea to see the sword?" ”

"Then why did you go to the mountains and rivers to watch the sword?"

Qin Chulai didn't speak again, and his gaze fell back on the white ink sword in front of him that was stuck in the white stone by the stream.

The hem of Zhong Sweeper's coat was not very dry, so when he walked towards this side, it was still dripping.

"I thought that people like my predecessors should not have entered the world and stopped asking about the world."

Zhong Songxue said calmly: "You are wrong, our Sword Sect in the world has never entered the world, and has never said anything about the world. What's more, as you know, my name is Zhong to sweep the snow, and when winter is coming, I always have to come out to sweep the snow. ”

"For example, when someone wants to drench some snow on the Sword Sect, the juniors and disciples are helpless, so I have to come out and help the juniors sweep the snow."

Qin Chulai probably knew what Zhong Sweep Xue was here for.

"Between you, there should be a hundred years between you who are more than half a human world."

People in the world always say wait for me in a hundred years, a hundred years from now.

There is probably always some meaning that the years are too old to be pursued.

Zhong Saoxue said softly: "But you also know that the Human Sword Sect is a little special, we don't have an uncle or uncle, and the last uncle died a thousand years ago, so even if we are five hundred years behind, it is still a brother." ”

"Senpai knows why I'm going there to watch?"

"I don't know." Zhong Songxue held the sword on the stream stone. "But what does it matter? I'm just a snow sweeper and don't care why it's snowing. ”

The sword like snow and ink was pulled out of the stream with a bang.

"You see, that's what we're talking about."

The cold wind blows from the dry mountain, and countless yellow leaves fly at the foot of the mountain.

Zhong Songxue carried the sword and looked at the silent Taoist in front of him with a slight smile, who was once younger than himself and now older than himself.

"Don't worry, this place is not far from Qingtian Dao, and in the place of the Dao Gate, the people of our Sword Sect still know the severity."

Today, the mud is washed and the snow is removed.

......

The most annoying thing about the Sword Sect in the world is that after those years of forty, they left the senior brothers of the Sword Sect.

Who knows where to meet such a person?

......

Zhang Xiaoyu walked on the streets of Muyu Town with a sword, and he didn't know what he was looking for, the streets were noisy, and swords were ringing everywhere.

There are actually many people like Zhang Xiaoyu.

What Xiao Er said is not right.

For he saw several men who had just begun to enter the Tao and were dressed in white.

It's just that their white clothes are obviously cleaner and more chic than Zhang Xiaoyu's.

After all, the blood on Zhang Xiaoyu's white clothes had dried up and turned into black ink spots, and it looked like he had stepped on a puddle on the road.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at them, looked down at the ink spots on his robe, shrugged, didn't care, just wiped it calmly.

Those white-clothed sword cultivators probably had something to say, but when one of them saw Zhang Xiaoyu's appearance, he always felt a little familiar, so he stopped his companion, stood in place and frowned for a long time, probably didn't remember who it was, so he turned around and left.

After all, here in the East China Sea, the person who said gossip was still lying in the wine shop, and he would probably wait for him to move, and then he would come out with a blue nose and swollen face, holding a handful of melon seeds, and go to the old man and old lady under the tree to gossip.

Zhang Xiaoyu went all the way, and finally left the town by a stream bridge, standing outside the town, Zhang Xiaoyu didn't know why, but he put the sword in his arms behind him again, and then walked through the forest and stopped at the foot of a clear stream.

Here you can see the East China Sea beyond the high cliffs at a glance over the green mountains.

The sun is late, the sea is full of smoke and clouds, the sea surface water breeze is coming, at a glance, the infinite glow is soft.

Zhang Xiaoyu sat down by the stream.

I was supposed to bring wine.

It can only be said that it was because the wine in that wine shop was too unpleasant, so Zhang Xiaoyu forgot about it for a while.

This clear stream has no name.

Historically, there has never been.

Maybe the world forgot to choose a name, or maybe it was once and then forgot it.

There are many such streams in the world, and they flow quietly at the foot of the mountain.

The sound of the water was murmuring, and the blades of grass were gone away with the swimming fish.

After staying in the town for a while, Zhang Xiaoyu's face was a little sweaty, but he didn't bow his head and hold the water to wash, but quietly followed the streamers all the way.

until they see the East China Sea.

I don't know why, this young man, who has always been lazy and dissolute, has some piety in his eyes.

Someone behind him handed a wine gourd.

"What are you thinking?"

Zhang Xiaoyu took the wine gourd, pulled out the stopper, and poured towards the middle of the stream.

At dusk, the drinks are dyed with a gentle orange color.

It's like a golden thread.

"I'm wondering why my name is Zhang Xiaoyu instead of Li Xiaoyu, senior."

Roaming in the world, the green-dressed young man Cao Weiying, who came here at some point, just laughed softly.

So Zhang Xiaoyu continued: "So the seniors are much luckier. ”

This sentence is very clueless.

But Cao Weiying naturally understood what this meant, and also sat down by the stream, and said with a smile: "There is no one in the world with the surname Cao. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu also laughed, and after pouring most of the gourd wine, he finally picked it up and took a sip.

"The wine of the predecessors doesn't seem to be hard to drink."

Cao Weiying took back the Hu Lu and said with a smile: "Because this is the wine of Lao Dog Town mixed with the water of the world, not the wine of Donghai Town." ”

"So why did my predecessors like that drink at the time?"

Zhang Xiaoyu was puzzled.

Cao Weiying looked down at the gourd in his hand, looked at it for a long time, and then said softly: "Because we are people who live in the Nanyi era." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu turned his head and looked at the young man in green clothes quietly.

Cao Weiying's expression became rare and serious.

"You know what? Zhang Xiaoyu, it was the first time in the world to see such a frightened era. At that time, we lived in the world, and we all felt that the wind was bitter. So when you drink the wine, no matter what kind of wine it is, you will feel that it is sweet. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a long time, and said softly: "To this day, I still can't understand why people like you are so afraid of the name Nanyi. ”

"Suppose you are a person who lives in anointed blindness, and you never know what light is, so one day, in your haze, you see something incomparably bright, and you raise your hand to touch it, but it is burned, and you start to panic, and you want to stay away, but at this time, a man comes and touches the top of your head, points to that thing, and tells you - dear, this is fire. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu was still puzzled and asked: "When people in the world see fire for the first time, they will feel afraid, I can understand it, but why are you afraid of that person?" ”

"Because after he told you that it was fire, he took you by the hand and went forward, and stopped at the flame, and told you that we can use it, and you began to panic, how can such a thing be used?"

The grass looked a little sad for Firefly.

"But in the end we raised the fire, and took the things that burned us to the ground, and broke through the darkness and went forward."

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the grass as a firefly in a daze.

"You need to know! When the world first raised a fire, what they saw was never warmth, not hope, but boundless trepidation and fear. ”

Grass drank wine for Hotaru and said with a sigh, "So we will be afraid of Nanyi, and you will not." ”

We are first-time seekers.

And you are the latecomers.

Zhang Xiaoyu sat by the stream in a daze with the sword on his back, and then said softly: "So what about Li Er?" ”

Cao Weiyi laughed softly and looked at the clear stream in front of him.

"The Lord is the one who hides the fire."

Kanju was called many years ago, when the Hanya view was still in the world, and there was only one person in the world who could be called Kanju.

"If the world is the one who will carry the fire, then why does the one who hides the fire become a saint and not a nanyi?"

"A thousand years ago was the peak of the Sword Cliff, but not the world. If we want to raise fire, it will be extremely painful, let alone the world. Therefore, hiding the fire was the most correct thing to do in that era. We can take the fire and go away, but the world will burn to death in the fire. "Cao Weiying is also solemn and reverently looking at this clear stream heading towards the East China Sea." So the Lord lived for almost a hundred years, just to hide those fires for a little longer. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu naturally heard the story behind.

The Lord died of old age in the East China Sea, and Tsing Yi no longer sat in the world.

So all the fire brought by Nanyi, in the surge of all undercurrents, burned the whole world.

That fire came from the Grinding Sword Cliff, and in the end, it also burned the people of the Grinding Sword Cliff of that generation almost cleanly.

Only the green-clothed young man by the stream remained, and the demon ancestor of the world for many years.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked down at the bank of the stream where he was sitting cross-legged, and said softly, "Is it here?" ”

"It's here." The grass drank the wine in amazement.

It was here that I sent the old man on his last journey, watching him die with endless regrets, drifting towards the East China Sea in the joy of the town in the world, in the twilight of the world. At that time, the world still believed in the concept of life and death of Zhuangsheng Island in the East China Sea proposed by Nanyi, and felt that after the death of the world, the soul would drift away with the sea water all the way until it came ashore, sitting in the peach forest on the infinitely beautiful island, and seeing all the people who had passed away. ”

But then it didn't.

Now the world knows that after the death of the world, there is no Zhuangsheng Island.

There is only the River Styx that flows in the Yellow Mountains.

That's what Emperor Huai told the world.

This may also be a firefight.

But the world cannot afford to pay the price of this truth.

"At that time, when the Lord died, I just felt regretful, and I never thought that when the Lord died, there would be such a big change in the world, otherwise I would not have marched to the world, and when I came back, I was only left with gloomy eyes."

The grass is very regrettable, very melancholy.

Zhang Xiaoyu sat in silence for a long time, then looked at the grass for fireflies and said, "Saint.... Did you say anything when you left? ”

Cao Weiyi laughed, smiling like a teenager, very bright.

So he stood by the stream with a wine gourd, looked at the twilight in the East China Sea, and said with a smile: "He said. ”

"Life is so beautiful, I want to stop it."

But he didn't stop.