Chen Huaifeng naturally wanted to lose to Mei Xiyu.

Listening to Feng Yin, he guessed such a result early in the morning, so he didn't read the story that was 1,900 zhang away from the world. I just went to the Tianya Sword Sect once, and then I was pondering on the mountain road while walking slowly.

When I returned to Tingfeng Creek, I found that there was a young man sitting by the stream.

About the whole mountain went to hide in the snow to watch Chen Huaifeng's sword, so there was only that young man by the stream.

The young man, dressed in orange and holding a sword, sat blankly by the stream, perhaps thinking about something.

Listening to the wind and looking at the tanuki like this, he walked over a little strangely.

"Didn't you go to Nanyi City? Why, didn't you find it? ”

Listening to the wind and singing, he walked to the bridge of the stream, took the pot of wine from where he usually sit, walked to the tanuki, sat down together, and then handed him the jug.

Tanuki looked at the flask handed over by Tingfeng Yin, took it, took a sip, and then choked on the cough, choking until tears flowed out, and did not forget to say thank you.

Listening to the wind and chanting, he was not polite, but just nodded.

Tanuki looked at the flask in his hand, then picked it up again, brought it to his lips and drank it indiscriminately.

After drinking several sips before putting it down, it was probably the second sip that he had already gotten used to it, and the tanuki didn't cough again, just looked down at the stream, and then whispered: "Found it, but ....."

With tears in her eyes, Tanuki smiled and stretched out her hand to listen to the wind and gestured.

"When I found her, she was only so big, you see, that's it, the size of a fist, as if you squeeze it hard and she'll be gone."

When Listening to Feng Yin heard this, he already knew what was going on, and he looked at the tanuki in a daze, and then slowly asked, "What happened?" ”

Tanuki drank the wine and said softly, "She was killed by the people of the Human Sword Sect, she is a young man, called Hu Lu. ”

Hearing the wind Yin, he was stunned, frowned and looked at the tanuki and said, "Why? ”

"I don't know." Tanuka smiled a little sadly. "How would I know? I haven't been down in years, I haven't left that mountain gate, I haven't seen her in years, how do I know? ”

Listening to the wind and sitting silently by the stream, probably thinking about the mouse demon wandering on the Nanyi River.

"I heard from the people of Nanyi City that she seemed to have some quarrel with Hulu on the river, so Hulu went crazy and beat her to death, not with a sword, but with a fist, punch after punch, and smashed her head."

Tanuka said to herself.

"But if it's just an argument, how can it be done in such a cruel way? He clearly had a sword, but he used his fist. ”

"Later, a certain senior brother of the Sword Sect found me and told me something. Then I realized that probably the rat rat knew some secrets about their Sword Sect. ”

Tanuki said, turned his head, quietly looked at the wind and said, "Do you know, senior?" ”

Listening to the wind, he shook his head and said, "I don't know ......."

Halfway through his words, he was stunned, and when he heard the wind yin, he suddenly realized that he might have guessed something.

This sword cultivator, who has been sitting on the river bridge all the year round and is accustomed to listening to the winds in the world, listened to the winds in a daze at the moment and fell silent.

Rats and rats roam on the Nanyi River all year round, and she naturally knows many things about Nanyi City, not to mention the Human Sword Sect, a garden sword sect that is on the side of the Nanyi River.

So this story is also a postponing of Liu's March story?

Listening to Feng Yin was silent for a moment, and then said softly, "I don't know. ”

Tanuka didn't ask any further.

Many things, when silence and hesitation appear, the answer is already clear.

The little demon boy stood up by the stream, returned the flask to the wind, and then twisted the corner of his robe, which had been soaked from sitting too close to him.

Maybe some stories are like this one.

If you get too close, you'll get wet.

Tanuki wrung out his clothes and headed for the mountain path that left the Wind Stream.

"Tanuka."

Listening to the wind chanting, he stopped the little demon boy from behind.

Tanuki looked back, and there seemed to be anticipation in his eyes, but those expectations disappeared in the silence of listening to the wind again, and he seemed to understand what this sword cultivator sitting by the stream called for himself.

So he lowered his head and said softly: "I know that there are some things that should naturally be kept secret, seniors, you are like this, and I am also like this - the wind and blood in the Sword Sect, I still won't tell others." ”

Listening to the wind whispered, "I'm sorry. ”

Tanuki stepped on the muddy mountain path that had been trampled by the sword cultivators who came and went.

Listen to the wind and sit alone by the stream and drink wine, and then sigh for a long time.

In this short story by the stream.

Listening to the wind and chanting between the two stories is naturally a rather tangled and uncomfortable one.

It took a long time before listening to the wind and looking up at a peak somewhere behind the mountains in the depths of Lingnan.

There was a broken moonlight above the peak.

The story there may be coming to an end.

But there are some things that naturally have to go on.

Listening to the wind chanting with the sword on his back, he walked towards the cliff where the wind came from the wind sword faction.

The cliff where the wind comes is naturally the cliff where the wind goes.

Some rumors have to be spread from here.

When I went up to those cliffs that listened to the wind, I found that Gu Shanhong was also here, so I listened to the wind blowing from the world and the wind blowing to the world on the suspension bridge between the jagged stone cliffs not far away.

"You didn't go to see it?" Listening to the wind chanting, he walked towards Gu Shanhong, stopped aside, and listened to the wind together.

Gu Shanhong glanced back at the snowy mountain in the distance, then shook his head and said, "There's nothing to see." ”

Listening to Feng Yin laughed softly and said, "You are still young. ”

Gu Shanhong turned around and leaned against the guardrail on the suspension bridge, looked up at the sky, and said with a smile: "I'm still young? Senior Brother Fengyin, I am not much younger than you, and I am in my fifties. Even if it's not for the result, what's the point of watching the process of those sword fights? From the beginning to the six realms of the trail, I have walked for more than forty years, and the next three realms are the upper realm monks, naturally it will only become more and more difficult to walk, it is better to live in the world for a few more years. ”

Listening to Feng Yin, he shook his head and laughed softly, and said, "No matter how I listen, I think you see me doing nothing on the stream bridge every day, and I am very envious." ”

"Who doesn't envy?" Gu Shanhong carried the sword on his back and looked up at the sky. "Those who should go to a higher place should naturally look to a higher place, and those who should stay in the world should naturally stay in the world. I am a sword cultivator in the world, so I naturally envy my senior brother's happiness. ”

Listening to Feng Yin, he heard this happy sentence, but he sighed softly and said: "It's not happy, where is it happy." ”

So the two of them looked at the wind coming and going on the stone cliffs.

Gu Shanhong also got serious, stood up straight on the suspension bridge again, listened to the rumors, and said, "I didn't expect Chen Huaifeng's solution to be so simple. ”

Listening to the wind and whispering: "If the Human Sword Sect stands tall, it is naturally simple, and in a place like Lingnan, it is naturally difficult to do anything, because the world will not listen to our reasoning." ”

"It just sounds a little too crude, too ridiculous." Gu Shanhong said slowly, squinting his eyes at the north beyond the mountains and snow, "Qingtian Dao is extremely far away from Lingnan, even if the world knows that there is a disciple of Qingtian Dao who has come to Lingnan, the so-called mistake of killing some demon cultivators is difficult to convince." ”

Listening to the wind and whispering: "If this news is just the wind of Lingnan, the world will naturally not believe it." ”

Gu Shanhong turned his head and raised his eyebrows and looked at Tingfeng Yin.

"You mean?"

Listening to Feng Yin, he said calmly: "As long as Qingtian Dao admits it, the world will believe it if it doesn't believe it." ”

Gu Shanhong stood there silently, then sighed softly and said, "Yes, such a thing is naturally ridiculous, but as long as Qingtian Dao admits it himself, then no matter how ridiculous it is, it will be difficult for the world to make any noise." But senior brother, how can Qingtian Dao recognize it? ”

Listening to the wind and chanting, he turned his head to look at the high mountain in the depths of Lingnan.

"I don't know, but Chen Huaifeng said he would go to Qingtian Dao."

There was silence on the cliff where the wind came.

Only a few young disciples shuttled between the cliffs, and then the remnant swords that stood cold on the cliff floor roared softly.

......

When Lu Xiaosan and the two little teenagers woke up in a daze in a burst of aroma, Le Chaotian actually went back and brought a small hot pot, and was lying on the side with chopsticks and eating deliciously.

I don't know if it's to take care of Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan, or because Le Chaotian can really eat some spicy, today's hot pot is a little red, and there are red waves in the pot, with those meatballs and mushroom heads and the like, which is quite tempting.

Lu Xiaosan sniffed the taste, swallowed his saliva and rubbed towards Le Chaotian.

"When did Uncle Shi get the hot pot?"

Lu Xiaosan said while looking for chopsticks around the small hot pot.

Le Chaotian took the chopsticks from the side and handed them to him, and said with a smile: "Just when you are sleeping." ”

Lu Xiaosan smiled and began to eat the balls.

Lu Xiaoer also came over, just glanced around, but did not find Nandao's figure, and said curiously: "What about Uncle Nan?" ”

"I'm probably going to go outside and watch the trick." Le Chaotian said casually while eating. "It's his loss that he doesn't come, and it's not ours, don't care about him, eat!"

Lu Xiaosan nodded approvingly.

"Today's hot pot is delicious, it's finally not the clear soup with little water before, and you have to dip yourself in chili powder."

"Little San, you can't say that because there is no chili, you can't say that the soup is waterless, and life has all kinds of flavors, and it's not just spicy." Le Chaotian said very sincerely.

"I don't care, if there is no chili, it just doesn't taste good." Lu Xiaosan said confidently.

Lu Xiaoer didn't have so many words, and buried his head there eating.

Lu Xiaosan didn't know what he remembered again, looked around, and said, "Master, they won't find out that we are hiding here and secretly eating hot pot." ”

Le Chaotian smiled and said, "Don't worry. ”

"That's good."

"They know, the little hot pot was found by your master."

“......”

"But I mean use hot pot to beat tunes."

"Hey, hey."

Lu Xiaosan smiled very happily.

This hot pot is quite pleasant.

......

Some people eat hot pot happily, while others stand in the deep mountain snow, quietly watching the movement on the high mountain snow valley in the distance.

Nandao and Qingjiao stood on the top of a certain mountain next to Qifeng Mountain, carrying swords on their backs, looking up at the high mountain.

Behind him, some wild rabbits in the mountains were frightened and hurried over, bringing the sound of falling snow in the forest.

"I'm curious." Qingjiao stood aside, glanced back at the rabbit that had run away, and then turned back to look at Nandao, "What are you going to come over to see?" ”

Nandao said softly: "I don't know, it's just that this matter was caused by me, and I always have to come and take a look." ”

Qingjiao looked at Nandao quietly for a long time, then turned back and said, "So you're worried that things will develop to a very bad point. ”

Nandao was silent for a moment and said, "Maybe so." ”

After all, that letter was a storm between the Human Sword Sect and the Blue Sky Dao.

Green Pepper quietly looked at the mountain and the bright moon.

At this time, it is a daylight, there will be no moonlight, and that round of bright moon is naturally a Taoist technique from the Qingtian Dao.

"Actually, you're taking a lot of risks." Qingjiao said calmly, "There is no wind in the world that can be hidden, if Lingnan doesn't carry this matter down, guess what Qingtian Dao will do?" ”

Nandao looked down at the snow under his feet, which had turned into ice particles, and said softly: "I don't know, so in fact, after sending that letter out, I regret it, but regret is useless, those things have been sent to the north, and I can only wait for a result with anxiety." ”

This is probably the reason why the South Island has been unusually silent during this time.

There is a sword wind blowing between the mountains, and when it falls on this mountain forest, it still carries some cold meaning of wind and rain paving.

Qingjiao looked down at the scar on his hand that was blown by the sword wind, fortunately, the mountain was high enough, and the two probably didn't really have the idea of separating the superior and the dead, so when the sword intent left the mountain and fell to the world, there was not much lethality.

"If I have a deep hatred in my heart." Qing Jiao looked at the sword intent, and then looked up at Gao Shan. "Then I might do something like that. But you do this, I can only say stupid. You told me at the beginning that people who go up the mountain are also people and people of the world, yes, but after all, you have to understand that the people who go up the mountain and the people who go down the mountain follow different rules. Even if it is the Human Sword Sect, this place that is extremely close to the human world in the eyes of the world, when they are holding the sword in the cultivation world, they will not talk about the truth of the human world. ”

"Of course I know the truth of the sword." Nandao said calmly, "I'm also a sword cultivator. ”

When he was in Jingsi Lake, Qiu Xi'er told him.

In the spiritual world, if someone is unreasonable, then you can only use your sword to explain the greater truth to them.

Green Pepper turned his head and looked at Nandao quietly.

The young man who stood under the black umbrella all day long just said calmly: "The sword wound in my heart has not disappeared yet, and sometimes I still think of the sword in April." I can understand my brother's distress, but that doesn't mean I can truly accept the sword peacefully. So how do you think I don't have a deep hatred? ”

Green Pepper turned back and didn't say anything more.

It took a long time, until the Dao Yun and Sword Wind on the mountain stopped, and the woman in red who had been refuted by Nandao with the words of the world said slowly.

"So at the end of the day, you're not a human being — you just want to be a human being."

Nandao said softly: "Yes, but probably people like me can't be the world, when people don't know what kind of wind and snow I have under this umbrella, they will have strange eyes, looking at me holding the umbrella all the time, that kind of gaze, I will always feel that I can never integrate into this world, so from childhood to adulthood, I have actually been lonely for many years." And if the world knew what was under this umbrella, I would only go in the direction of being pushed away from the world. Probably just like what the junior brother said, life is just a lonely place in the end. Seeing the mountains and knowing the water, hearing the wind and listening to the rain and stepping on the snow to find the plums, even if it is the way of cultivation, those meanings are all towards loneliness. So what? ”

Nandao tilted the umbrella in his hand slightly, and loosened it a little.

Some light snow is falling.

Nandao raised his hand to catch the snow, looked at some blood stains in his palm, and re-tightened his umbrella, isolating the world.

"Anyway, everyone ends up alone."

Nandao calmly glanced at the high mountain where the sword wind had stopped in the distance, Chen Huaifeng had lost, and he could also see it. But he didn't say anything, and turned and headed for the mountain road.

"What's under the umbrella?"

Qingjiao stood in place, looking at the young man who suddenly began to reject the world alone, and asked softly.

"You won't want to know, and you won't want to see." The sound of the South Island came from the mountain road.

"Everyone who has seen it is dead."

Green Pepper stood in place in a daze.

Those teenagers just tilted their umbrellas, and the moment they let go of the umbrellas, the fine snow that fell to the world was still slowly floating in the mountains and forests.

The woman in red was silent for a long time, then raised her hand to catch a piece of fine snow.

Fine snow is naturally cold.

It is much colder than the heavy snow that has been accumulating for days in this mountain range.

It's like something existing, his eyes are coldly hidden in the incomparably distant sky, quietly looking at the world, looking for something.

The green pepper had such an idea for no reason, and it melted into water in the palm of its hand, and then turned into a little bright red snow.

At that moment, it was as if something incomparably cold and incomparably sharp fell into her eyes.

It's like a sword.

Qing Jiao raised his head and looked at the sky that Fang Cai Nandao had glanced at in a daze.

The sky above the mountain snow was extremely gloomy.

But there was no snow anymore, no wind and snow, and no fine snow.

Like everything in Fang Cai, it's just an illusion.

But the little bit of blood in the palm of the palm was still there.

So naturally it won't be an illusion.

The woman, accustomed to coldness, turned her head to look at the young man walking quietly on the mountain path.

For no reason, some pity was born.

"Yes."

Green Pepper said softly.

The young man under the black umbrella turned his head and looked at the woman in red who stayed where she was.

"You're alone."

Green Pepper said.

......

I don't want to go over and over again.

Anyway, everyone is lonely in the end.

......