Zhang San stopped in the snow with some trepidation, looked up at the alleyway that went up, took a deep breath for a long time, and then comforted himself and said: "Be confident, it's because of the snow that the price of those things has risen." ”

"Yes, that's it, you definitely didn't cheat that fairy's money."

"Yes, that's it."

Zhang San held a large bucket full of things and began to walk out of breath towards the alley.

There is food in the bucket, as well as small chairs, small hot pots, and other messy things, Zhang San probably made some money, but he was quite interested in giving this bucket a name for the bucket used to hold things, called the whole family bucket.

climbed the slope of the alley, but Zhang San felt that this alley was very annoying for the first time.

Although many times, the scenery of this alley is wonderful, when the mountain and the moon rise, stand on the alley, overlooking the world, the scenery up and down is very different, quite magnificent.

But when it snows, it's painful.

In previous years, there would always be people who broke their legs in this alley.

That's why every winter, the alley is deserted.

Zhang San almost broke his leg.

Breaking a leg is a trivial matter, and the main one still holds a large bucket of things in his arms, if he drops these, he can't explain to the person who views the mountains and rivers.

But this did not happen, Zhang Sanyou walked into the alley without danger, rested for a while, and then continued to walk under the locust tree like a white umbrella in the depths of the alley.

Just walking, Zhang San felt that something was wrong.

There are no plum blossoms planted in the alley, why do you smell the fragrance of plum blossoms?

Zhang San stopped under the locust tree, looked at the closed door, and always felt that there seemed to be something strange in the alley.

was hesitating, but suddenly heard a cough from the courtyard.

And the backyard door was opened.

A Taoist who was bent over and coughing couldn't stop walking out of it with a pale face, raised his eyes to look at Zhang San, and then continued to cough and walked towards the outside of the alley.

Zhang San looked at the Taoist in horror.

There was a lot of blood on the Taoist robe, like many blooming red plums.

Zhang San didn't know what was going on, so he hurriedly put down the bucket and trotted inside.

As soon as he walked in, Zhang San was stunned, and the Shanhe Taoist who had rented his yard before was sitting at the door, also coughing constantly.

Just like the guy who walked out earlier, he contracted some wind chill and passed it on to him.

The snow was still falling in the courtyard, but in the snow, there was some blood, like a plum tree that was born somewhere, and suddenly a branch poked out of this courtyard.

"Immortal Chen?" Zhang San called out tentatively, "Are you okay?" ”

Chen Qingshan coughed uncontrollably, then raised his hand to wipe the corner of his lips, stood up, and walked towards the courtyard.

"Nothing."

Chen Qingshan's voice was very soft and gentle, and Zhang San's scalp was a little numb when he heard it.

"That ......"

Zhang San wanted to say something, but Chen Qingshan continued: "Did you buy the things you bought before?" ”

"Bought it back, it's outside, I'll help you move in."

"Hmm." Chen Qingshan nodded and continued to walk on the snow-covered road in the courtyard.

It was clear that the courtyard was not spacious, but when Zhang San moved the barrel in, Chen Qingshan still hadn't finished the road.

"Close the door."

Chen Qingshan's voice was still very soft, Zhang San didn't have time to think about anything, just did what Chen Qingshan commanded.

He placed the bucket beside the courtyard gate, then turned and closed the courtyard door outward.

"Still ....." Zhang San closed the door, and was about to turn around and ask Chen Qingshan what else he was going to do, when he saw the mountain and river Taoist suddenly fell into the snow.

"Immortal Chen! Chen Shenxian! ”

Zhang San ran towards the snow in a panic.

There was only the sound of Zhang San stepping on the snow in the courtyard.

Zhang San squatted in front of Chen Qingshan, hesitated, and turned Chen Qingshan over, and sure enough, the snow under him was already full of blood, and in Chen Qingshan's chest, a plum branch that had fallen all the white plums was inserted.

Zhang San sat on the side with blood on his hands, a little crying without tears.

It's over, and before I pay the fine, I'm going to be killed.

Zhang San, Zhang San, why are you so unlucky.

Anyway, your old man is not a fairy, no matter how you say it, you will fall.

Zhang San thought about the Taoist who opened the door and walked out before, like a sick seedling.

It seems that he is also a god.

When the gods fight, how can they suffer themselves?

Zhang Sanping calmed down for a while, then reached out to Chen Qingshan's nose and probed it, and then rejoiced again.

Fuck, and gas!

Not dead yet.

Zhang San stood up happily, raised his hand to Chen Qingshan's armpit, and dragged him towards the eaves.

"Chen Shenxian, Chen Shenxian, you hold on, I'll call a doctor for you later, and when I save your life, I have to call me a living immortal in lie."

Zhang San was babbling while dragging Chen Qingshan up the steps in the courtyard in the snow and laying it flat under the eaves.

After another examination, it was found that there were indeed no other wounds, only the plum branch that was pierced in the heart.

Zhang San looked at it and muttered, "I don't know if the doctor in the city can save it." ”

But if you can save it, you have to call someone over to take a look.

If this is Huaidu, then it will definitely be saved.

Many years ago, Li Asan, the queen emperor of Huai'an, was gouged out of his heart, and he was taken back, and he lived well, and ran to Mojian Cliff to die, and inserted a plum branch in his heart, which was not a problem at all.

It's a pity that it's Shanyue City in the south, not Huaidu in the north.

Zhang San walked through the snow curtain, bent down and grabbed a handful of snow, wiped the blood off his hands, and then ran to the courtyard gate, intending to open the door and go out.

It's just that when he was about to touch the courtyard door, everything in front of him suddenly changed.

Where is he still in the yard, clearly in a ruined snowy mountain river.

There is a big river around it, surging away.

Zhang San was stunned for a moment and looked back.

I saw that the Taoist of the mountain and river view had already sat up at some point, and on the black Taoist robe, there were many sermons emerging, which continued to spread in the wind and snow.

Then it turned into a whole mountain valley, enveloping the entire courtyard.

There is no small courtyard in an alley somewhere in Shanyue City.

Zhang San probably won't be a living immortal.

Chen Qingshan opened his eyes, his face was pale, and he couldn't stop coughing, and then he raised his hand and pulled out the plum branch on his chest.

The moment the plum branch was pulled out, the wind and snow were blowing wildly in the whole mountain and river, and Zhang San squatted by the big river at a loss, looking at the mountain and river watcher sitting on the top of the mountain in the distance.

It turns out that it is really Chen Shenxian?

Zhang San watched dumbfounded.

Chen Qingshan quietly looked at the bloody branch in his hand from a white plum tree outside the gate.

Of course, Chen Qingshan is not so easy to kill.

What's more, he Yun Zhusheng himself was on the sword grinding cliff and suffered an extremely serious sword wound.

Chen Qingshan raised his hand and threw the plum branch down the mountain, then looked at Zhang San, who was squatting by the river at a loss, coughed twice, and said, "I heard that you want me to call you a living immortal?" ”

Zhang San hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, no, I said nonsense, how dare I." ”

There was a smile on the corner of Chen Qingshan's lips, but probably because his face was too pale, he didn't look so good-looking.

Zhang San squatted by the river, looked up at Chen Qingshan on the Fengxue Mountain, thought for a while, and said, "Immortal Chen is okay?" ”

Chen Qingshan coughed and said softly: "You were stabbed in the heart, will it be okay?" ”

It's okay?

There is a passing away.

Zhang San complained in his heart, but he didn't dare to really say it, just shook his head and said, "I will die." ”

"Yes." Chen Qingshan said softly, "I will too." ”

"That ......"

Zhang San looked at Chen Qingshan in the wind and snow hesitantly.

"Because I am a little saint in the world, and I am an immortal in the world." Chen Qingshan said with a soft smile.

Chen Qingshan is naturally not a little saint, nor is he a god, but when that plum branch passes through the ribs, it is not completely inserted into the heart, but stabbed into a mountain and river.

is also what Zhang San saw, this somewhat dilapidated mountain and river.

"But you can really be a living immortal." Chen Qingshan said slowly.

Zhang San was stunned for a moment and said, "Do you want me to call a doctor?" ”

Chen Qingshan laughed softly: "No, you just bring the wine you bought." ”

Zhang San looked around in this mountain and river, and finally saw the wooden barrel not far away.

Then he ran over against the wind and snow, picked up the jar of wine from the barrel, and walked towards the mountain.

Zhang San didn't ask why, after all, what Chen Shenxian said was what it was.

After climbing the mountain for a long time, Zhang Sancai finally stood in front of Chen Qingshan and handed him the pot of wine.

Chen Qingshan didn't take it, but just coughed softly and said, "You sprinkle the wine towards this mountain and river, don't sprinkle too much, just half a jar." ”

Zhang San was carrying the wine jar, but he didn't understand.

"What is this going to do?"

"Wash the wound." Chen Qingshan said calmly.

"Wash the wound?"

Zhang San looked at Chen Qingshan's heart and said, "Isn't the wound here?" ”

Chen Qingshan raised his hand and pointed to the mountains and rivers and said, "The wound is here." ”

Zhang San looked in the direction that Chen Qingshan was pointing, and then stood there in a daze.

In the distant mountains and rivers and the wind and snow, there was a vast and rough trace, as if it had been torn, between heaven and earth, and there were many blood-red twilight surging on the edges of those torn - maybe it was indeed blood.

"This is my origin." Chen Qingshan said calmly, "It is injured, so it naturally needs to be washed." ”

Zhang San didn't seem to understand when he heard it, but he still opened the wine seal, held the jar with both hands, and poured it into the mountains and rivers of heaven, earth.

Those drinks fell into the wind and snow, and they were swept away in an instant, turning into a heavenly rhyme, spreading to the whole world.

And then on the line of torn traces, there were countless sermons rising.

Zhang San is still ignorant.

Chen Qingshan, who was beside him, had already raised a hand with a pale face, quietly looking at the sermons hidden in the mountains and rivers.

"What are you thinking, junior brother?"

Zhang San turned his head to look at this Taoist who was looking at mountains and rivers, tasting the meanings in his words, only to feel that there were countless chills coming.

But it was not the chill that came, but the shadows of the mountains and rivers, surrounding Chen Qingshan, this Taoist from the view of mountains and rivers was pale, and he snorted, but his eyes were cold, and he pointed out.

The mountains and rivers were mighty and snowy, gathering between those fingers, and instantly falling to the places where the mountains and rivers were torn by plum branches.

Zhang San tried to see the scene over there, but the mountains and rivers in the world were chaotic, the wind and snow were reversed, and thousands of golden lights emerged from the sermon, Zhang San didn't see anything clearly, only felt that his eyes were stinging, so he picked up his sleeves and blindfolded his eyes.

After a long time, the wind and snow stopped, and Zhang San heard the voice of the Taoist next to him say weakly: "You can open your eyes." ”

Zhang San lowered his sleeves, and then stood on the top of the hill in a daze.

The wind and snow have receded.

The mountains and rivers are full of spring light, the distant mountains are ethereal, the streams and rivers are beautiful, and there is a rainbow hanging in the distance, which is probably the wine that is sprinkled into the sky.

However, this picture only lasted for a moment, and everything in front of me became the small courtyard in the wind and snow again.

Chen Qingshan, who was beside him, sat there quietly, his heart bleeding uncontrollably.

Zhang San still didn't know what was going on, but Chen Qingshan had already taken the remaining half of the jar of wine from his hand, and when he mentioned it to his heart, he tilted the altar body and poured it down.

Naturally, this is also cleaning the wound.

It wasn't until the blood was washed away that Chen Qingshan brought the wine jar to his lips, drank it all, leaned down and coughed violently for a long time, and then raised his head, looked at Zhang San quietly and said, "It's mixed with water." ”

Zhang San: "......"

Then he honestly took out the money bag that was secretly withheld from his arms.

Chen Qingshan said calmly: "If you want me to call you a living immortal, then go buy another jar of wine." ”

Zhang San nodded hurriedly, and then walked towards the outside of the courtyard.

"If it's still mixed with water, I'll probably send you to see the real living immortals."

Zhang San trembled all over and hurriedly opened the door and left.

Chen Qingshan watched Zhang San leave, then covered his lips, leaned over, and coughed violently.

After coughing for a long time, Chen Qingshan sat upright under the eaves again, quietly looked at the blood in his palm, turned his head to look north, and said nothing.

After a long time, Zhang San returned to the courtyard with a head of snow again, carrying a jar of wine, and said sincerely: "Chen Shenxian, I personally supervised this time, and he definitely did not mix water. ”

Chen Qingshan didn't take it, but said, "You can put it there." ”

"Okay."

Zhang San was very satisfied with his errands.

He carefully put the wine jar aside, but found that Chen Qingshan beside him was quietly looking at him.

"I've changed my mind."

Chen Qingshan's voice was very gentle.

Zhang San was so frightened that he hurriedly lay down in the snow and kept kowtowing.

"It's really not mixed with water, Chen Shenxian, you have to believe me! I am a good citizen! ”

Chen Qingshan said calmly: "The word immortal is not good, you still call me Chen Zhenren." ”

Zhang San was stunned for a moment, and he really knocked down, banging loudly.

Chen Qingshan supported the ground, stood up, sighed softly and said, "It's not easy to be a god, I'd better be a real person." ”

Zhang San naturally didn't understand what it meant, so he covered his bloody forehead and was stunned there.

Chen Shenxian is not good, what about Chen Zhenren?

Probably kicked the gym away.

After a long time, Zhang Sancai looked at Chen Qingshan, who stood up and looked at the heavy snow in the world, and said, "What does it mean to be a real person?" ”

Chen Qingshan said calmly: "It means to do what needs to be done." ”

Zhang San still didn't understand.

"It's okay, let's go."

Zhang San covered his forehead and turned around step by step and left the courtyard.

Chen Qingshan stood alone under the eaves, and then kept coughing, coughing all over the courtyard.

......

Some people are bent over in the snowy streets, also coughing.

A passer-by saw him like this and kindly handed him an umbrella.

However, this sickly, thinly clothed Taoist just shook his head, rejected the man's kindness, and continued to walk forward.

Zhuxi watched quietly not far away, until the Taoist got closer, and then said lightly: "Your view of mountains and rivers, when will you be able to calm down?" ”

The young Taoist, the Taoist who came all the way from outside the northern pass, is a Taoist with red plum and blood.

Yun Zhusheng raised his head, stood firm against the railing on the side of the road, and coughed for a while before he said softly: "It's better than the Heavenly Hell being noisy in the world for a thousand years." ”

Zhuxi said calmly: "Although the reputation of Heavenly Hell is poor, we are not people who stir up the storm, we are just doing our jobs. ”

Yun Zhusheng chuckled softly, raised his head, looked at the person from the Heavenly Hell in front of him, and then said, "Your seniors Lin Ziguan don't think so. ”

"You also know that it was the senior, Lin Ziguan is now quieter than anywhere else." Zhuxi said slowly.

Yun Zhusheng didn't say anything, just coughed incessantly, provoking those passers-by to keep looking over.

Zhuxi looked at him quietly for a long time, and then said, "It seems that you are also seriously injured." ”

Yun Zhusheng stood in the snow, pale but calm.

"After all, he is a senior brother, a former great disciple of the Mountain Sect."

"Why did you go to him when you know that's the case?"

"I just happened to be passing by, and I happened to see him there, so I tried it."

Yun Zhusheng said very calmly.

Zhuxi was silent for a while, and said: "It's just that I happened to be passing by, and I wanted to kill him, it seems that in your view of mountains and rivers, you are indeed brothers, friends, brothers, and apprentices, and master and apprentice are harmonious." ”

"Yes." Yun Zhusheng said softly, "Our view of mountains and rivers is like this, do you want to enter the view too?" ”

Zhuxi said coldly: "Forget it." ”

Yun Zhusheng let go of the guardrail, continued to bend over and cough, and walked towards the end of the long street.

Zhuxi turned around, looked at the young man who was walking in the wind and snow, frowned and said, "Where are you going?" ”

Yun Zhusheng's voice came from the wind and snow.

"Go to the South, go to the South and kill people."

Zhuxi didn't say anything more.

Whether they go to the south to kill people or kill people in the north, after all, it has nothing to do with their heavenly hell.

It's just that when they pass by Shanyue City, he always wants to come and see.

Compared with the people who view the mountains and rivers, the heavenly hell may be like a lovely and loyal little lover in the world.

The figure had faded into the snow.

Zhuxi was a little curious.

Will Lingnan stop this person, who is sick, stumbled, and has crossed most of the world to kill people?