Qingtian Road.

Chen He, from the town below the mountain, drank some warm wine and was dozing groggily under the snow.

And the mountains are not very calm.

As one of the few people in the world who has experienced the era of Mojian Cliff, and is still in the upper echelons of the world, many Taoists have come out and stood in the mountains and forests and snow, looking at this snowy night with some uneasiness.

The realm of the Taoists has not stopped from entering the Dao to the Nine Realms of the Small Dao, and the higher they go, the heavier the feeling of panic in their hearts becomes.

However, there is no Taoist in the realm of the Great Dao.

The avenue was repaired, and they all went to the big lake outside the mountain behind the mountain.

Those Qingtian Dao uncles or some young disciples who had long since ceased to deceive the world stood quietly outside the mountain song house, listening to the coughing sound in the bamboo snow house by the lake with a little uneasiness.

The waves of the sea are stacked.

The higher the natural realm, the more severe the impact.

The contemporary viewer, as the Bai Yu Ballad of Bai Fengyu, the personal disciple of the Blue Heaven Dao Bai Fengyu, is naturally one of the very high people in the world.

So when those Qingtian Dao uncles and disciples hurried to the mountain ballad residence, this woman who had been hiding in the mountains and couldn't stroke the qin was still coughing.

It's like a man in the world who has been caught with the cold.

It took a long time for the coughs to stop.

Standing at the head of the bridge in front of the mountain ballad house was a white-haired Taoist man, those Qingtian Dao masters and uncles, they stayed quietly behind him, and then, there were those young disciples who did not deceive the world.

The white-haired Taoist man was missing an eye, an arm was missing, and his chest was sunken, and he looked terrifying.

Those are the existences that have been cut apart in the wind and rain of some curtains.

He is an old man of the previous generation of Qingtian Dao.

At this time, the white-haired old Taoist opened his only remaining eye, and looked towards the center of the mountain ballad, his lips still had some unwiped blood, but he still asked with some concern: "Is the Lord okay?" ”

The voice of Bai Yuyao came softly from the center of the mountain ballad, and there was still a low cough in the middle.

"It's okay, cough cough, I'm worried about Uncle Lao."

Hearing the sound of the white jade ballad falling in the lake, these Qingtian Dao Dao cultivators outside the mountain ballad were a little relieved.

When those sword intents from the high cliffs of the East China Sea fell to the world, these Dao people who were surging in the Dao Sea in the Divine Sea hurried to the Mountain Song Residence.

The world has not seen autumn water for thousands of years, and no one knows what this woman who came from the Youhuang Mountain Range with the demon clan will do.

"The cliff master suddenly descended the cliff at this time......"

Uncle Qingtian Dao said softly, as if he wanted to ask something, but he was a little frightened in the wind and snow, and those words were brought to the world and heard by some people, so halfway through speaking, the voice disappeared into the lake.

The lake is silent.

Everyone watched in silence at the small snowstorm.

The wind and snow did not tend to increase, but gradually became smaller, and the night was a little sparse and visible.

The mountain song house was quiet for a long time.

After a long time, the voice of Bai Yuyu slowly came out.

"How many of those white views are still in the mountains?"

The Taoist temples of Qingtian Dao are naturally all cyan and dwarf bamboo-like existences.

But many years ago, there were many white buildings, quietly hidden in the green hills.

Some people call them Bai Yujing.

It wasn't until later that the Qingtian Dao fell apart, and those white Taoist temples fell silent in the green mountains.

White view is naturally not view.

It's some old people who are silent.

Everyone's eyes fell on the white-haired Daoist at the front.

The white-haired old Taoist was silent for a long time, and said softly, "There are still nineteen." ”

Not only those young disciples like Mei Xiyu, but also some of the uncles, all looked at the old Taoist at the front with some shock.

They never thought that there were so many white views in the white wind and rain era that existed in the world.

However, when I think about it, it seems to be extremely reasonable.

The Qingtian Dao in the hands of Bai Fengyu back then had been the leader of the Dao Sect in the world for hundreds of years, and it was the limelight of those sword sects in the south, and compared with it, it was still inferior.

If it weren't for the sword of the Cong Blade.

Everyone fell silent.

Faced with such an old story.

The minds of people in the Blue Heaven Dao are often complicated.

Even if he was glad that sword came, he was also resentful that the sword knocked down the entire Qingtian Dao from the end of the blue clouds in the world.

"Nineteen."

Bai Yuyu also seemed to sigh softly.

Everyone looked at the bamboo snow hut silently.

It was a long time before I heard the calm and gentle voice come out.

"Let them go to Zhuangsheng Island."

The wind and snow all over the lake fell silent.

Of course, there is no Zhuangsheng Island in the world, and there may have been such a place where everything is extremely beautiful.

But it's no longer over.

Only the River Styx.

The river that flows deep in the Yellow Mountains is the return of all things.

The old Taoist was deeply silent.

Some of the older Qingtian Dao masters behind him were also silent.

Baiguan is naturally more than Baiguan, and what is in it may be a certain master, a certain senior brother, and a certain junior brother.

"Qingtian Dao has the ability to defend those Baiguan towns."

The old Taoist whispered.

Bai Yuyu just said softly and calmly: "I know that some of you are still from the twelfth floor, but some stories must end." It was not the glory of the former Qingtian Dao, but a stubborn disease, always guarding something from the past, which was meaningless. ”

Bai Yuyu's voice paused, probably saying too much, coughed a few more times, and then continued: "What's more, that one has gone down the cliff, and the world must always show some sincerity." Bury some of the remnants of the sediment well, and let the world have a good year at the end of this December. ”

The old Taoist was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "As the Lord said. ”

"Go ahead."

In the wind and snow that gradually fell silent, the people walked away from this mountain and snow lake.

It was night, and there was some commotion in the snow and a lot of fires.

It is very bright on a snowy night.

The people of the town exclaimed that there was a fire, and they carried the bucket and went up the mountain, but they had not gone far before they were stopped by the disciples of the temple.

"What's going on in the mountains?"

The people in the town are naturally not worried about what will happen to Qingtian Dao, but it is almost the New Year, and those fires always make people a little uneasy, what if it really burns down and burns down the town?

So how can you celebrate the New Year with peace of mind?

Those young Daoists just whispered sadly, "It's nothing, Qingtian Dao is researching a new type of fireworks. ”

It's just that these fireworks are probably lit by some old old people in Qingtian Dao and their stories.

Chen He, who was napping in the town, was awakened by the sound, looked at it in a daze for a while, and fell asleep against the stove again.

The white-haired old Taoist of Qingtian Dao went down the mountain, and when he passed by the town, he also took a strange look at this young passerby who was asleep under the snow on the eaves.

Then he hurried away.

I came to a certain village at the foot of a mountain somewhere south of the town.

In the midst of a startled barking dog, there was a knock on a certain door.

The one who opened the door was a young man named Jiang Shanxue.

......

There is also mountain snow in the southwest of Huai'an, and there are also views.

Compared with the silent Qingtian Dao, this view in the mountains is much more noisy.

Threes and twos of Taoists carry lanterns and walk side by side in the night snow.

From time to time, there was the sound of conversation.

The people of the River Sect are crazy, what does it have to do with the Mountain Sect?

The people of the Guanzong sect are obsessed with exploring the avenue every day, what does it have to do with the mountain sect?

The mountain sect is naturally flamboyant and upward.

Just like Zhang Xiaoyu at the beginning.

There is a Taoist sitting on the snow steps of the temple at the top of the mountain, coughing up blood while quietly looking at the mountain and snow.

If there is any disobedience, it is the Taoist who wears the Taoist robe.

A disciple came over with a bowl of medicine, stopped next to the Taoist, put the bowl of black decoction aside, and said softly, "Lord, it's time to drink the medicine." ”

Naturally, the Taoist is not a contemplator.

It's just that the viewer is not there, and there must always be a master in the viewer.

Therefore, it can also be called the contemplator.

The Taoist turned his head and looked at this disciple lovingly, smiled softly, and said, "Don't worry, let it cool for a while." ”

The disciple said softly, "There is a heavy snow in the world, and if it is cold for a while, it may be cold." ”

The Taoist looked at this disciple for a long time, then shook his head with a smile, picked up the medicine bowl on the side, brought it to his eyes, frowned and sighed for a while, and then drank it all, probably because the medicine was too bitter, and grabbed a handful of snow in his mouth.

The disciple on the side touched his body, but unfortunately he didn't touch anything, and said very guiltily: "Tomorrow I will go down the mountain to the town to buy some candy and come back." ”

The Taoist nodded, looked at the disciple on the side, and said, "The blood on the corner of your mouth has not been wiped clean." ”

The disciple raised his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth casually, and then sat down on the side.

The two Taoists, one old and one young, sat quietly on the night steps of the mountain and snow.

It is quiet on the night steps of the mountain and snow, but it is lively among the brightly lit buildings that spread out below.

The young disciple looked at this scene, and then smiled very relaxedly, and said, "After those senior brothers have gone out, the view is a lot more peaceful. ”

The Taoist turned his head to look at his disciple, smiled slightly, and said, "What do you want to say?" ”

The young disciple was a little hesitant, but after a long time, he still said slowly: "If they are all outside, they will never come back......

This sentence sounds a little awkward, probably missing a key word.

When the Taoist listened to his disciple's words, he didn't have any sense of annoyance, he just laughed softly and said, "The wind doesn't end, the rain doesn't end, let them make trouble for a while." ”

The young disciple sat down with his legs crossed, kicking the snow on the mountain steps, and then said with a sigh: "But sometimes I really don't understand very well, what do senior uncles and senior brothers want to do? ”

The Taoist said softly: "In the final analysis, they are just some frightened people after all. ”

The young disciple turned his head to look at his master, then to the bowl that had been filled with the potion used to calm the nerves, and said slowly, "Just like Master?" ”

"Yes."

The young disciple whispered, "But I see that they are very brave. ”

The Taoist shook his head and smiled, and said, "The wind started at the end of Qingping, and they did this because they had some seeds of panic in their hearts. It's like ....."

The young disciple looked at the Taoist who stopped in the middle of speaking, and said, "Like what? ”

The Taoist quietly looked at the east of the world.

"Just like the world used to be deeply afraid of the Grinding Sword Cliff, we are actually all people who have not seen those stories back then, but when someone comes down the cliff, the world still has to be quiet."

The young disciple also looked in the direction of the East China Sea.

In fact, he has never understood why the world is so secretive when it comes to Grinding Sword Cliff.

It was only before the night fell that he understood.

"That person from the cliff is going to die?"

The young disciple said without any scruples.

The Taoist nodded and said, "Yes." ”

"Why are they still alive and well, Your Majesty?"

The Taoist said softly: "Because the person on the cliff is an experimental specimen of the previous generation of cliff masters and demon ancestors. Her demon body is deficient, and it is difficult for her to live as long as Kamigawa. ”

"How long will Kamigawa live?"

"I don't know."

When people talk about the longevity of the demon clan, they often count it in thousands of years.

But that doesn't mean they only live for a thousand years.

It's only because they have lived for a thousand years.

"Is it better to live forever, or is it better to be a mayfly?"

"I don't know."

"Master, why don't you know anything?"

The young disciple said with some jokingness.

The Taoist smiled slightly and said, "Because I have never experienced what you asked, I naturally won't know." ”

The young disciple sighed and looked at the world, and said slowly: "So probably right and wrong are the most meaningless things, everyone can only live their own side. ”

"Yes."

"Master, have you ever had any thoughts?"

"What do you mean?"

"Something about Kanri."

The Taoist was silent for a long time, and then said softly, "Yes." ”

The young disciple turned his head to look at his master.

The Taoist continued: "But I can't beat your uncle. ”

The young disciple also sighed.

He couldn't beat his brothers either.

It doesn't matter if it's in the river, or in the mountains, let alone the one outside the gate.

Therefore, the view of mountains and rivers is still only a view of mountains and rivers.

Sitting on the snowy night steps, looking down at the peaceful bustle, there are always many things hidden.

The young disciple stood up, patted his buttocks, walked towards the bottom of the mountain, and said, "When I, Gu Wenzhi, become the master of the view, the world will definitely be very peaceful." ”

The text of the text.

With the world of culture.

The young disciple came from the Hanging Temple.

This is the name he gave himself.

His original name was Gu Shenghui.

Probably one person's life is bright, not as good as the world.

The Taoist who was wearing a Qingtian Dao robe and sitting in front of the main hall of the Mountain and River Temple just laughed softly.

Maybe it's the story of laughing at some extravagant hope.

......

Wang Xiaohua was very flustered.

Although her eyes were still blindfolded.

But she could still feel that the fortune operator next to her was in a very bad state.

She didn't know where it was, it was probably somewhere by the snow pool.

Because she heard a lot of gurgling water.

It seems to come from some high places, fall not far away, and gather here.

There is no snow, and there will probably be a very bright moonlight.

Although he hasn't seen the light of day for a long time, when Wang Xiaohua is idle, he will count the days and think about how long he has been away from the world - if he doesn't see the world again, he will naturally leave the world.

So Wang Xiaohua knows that today is the fifteenth.

If there is no snow, then there will definitely be a big, round moon hanging in the sky.

The cold branches are full of snow, and the moon is full.

The Taoist beside him was coughing up blood.

The blood was sprayed in the moonlight, splashed in the snow, more vivid than anything else.

Wang Xiaohua didn't know what was going on, but in a faintly shiny black, she tightly held the hand of the Taoist beside her.

Bu Operator's body was very cold, and among the veins that Wang Xiaohua touched, the blood flowed very quickly and rapidly, just like some years.

His body was still shaking.

It should be sitting on a rock by a pool.

There should also be a lot of blood on the stone.

From a certain moment at dusk, the divination operator began to cough up blood.

Coughing until now.

It was as if a man suddenly ran out of a deep snow-covered forest when he was passing by the edge of this clear pool, and stabbed him in the heart with a sword.

This Taoist who walked in the world with a strange mirror was once the senior brother of some people.

Senior brother is naturally very strong.

Therefore, the impact of the sword intent will probably be stronger.

Of course, Wang Xiaohua didn't know these things, but she just grabbed the Taoist's hand in uneasiness and panic, hoping that he would stop coughing, and she was afraid that he would suddenly stop coughing and even his breathing would disappear.

It took a long time for this man, who was called three feet away from his destiny by the world, to finally stop coughing.

"Master, are you feeling better?"

"Hmm."

Bu Operator's voice finally calmed down a little, but it revealed a deep weakness and powerlessness.

Although Wang Xiaohua was still a little worried about the state of the fortune operator, she finally settled down a little at this point.

"Previous..... What happened? Wang Xiaohua stood in the dark, holding the hand of the divination operator, and asked softly.

"What do you see?"

Bu Operator didn't answer this question, just said with a slight gasp.

Wang Xiaohua hesitated for a moment and said, "I saw a sword. ”

When Bu Operator began to cough up blood, Wang Xiaohua was in that vast darkness, like a thick and deep night.

I saw a sword.

Hanging high above the distant galaxy, and then smashing down to the world.

That's why she has the idea of someone stabbing a sword in the heart of the fortune operator.

Bu Operator said softly: "What kind of sword." ”

"It's very ordinary, it's also very quaint, Master knows what kind of sword it is?"

Wang Xiaohua tilted her head slightly, and some moonlight leaked in through those gaps, flowing into her eyes like a stream of water.

Then a trembling, cold hand covered her eyes, sweeping away the moonlight.

"That's Tsing Yi Kaitian, or there is no name, such a name is just a story back then."

"Oh." Wang Xiaohua said softly, but asked with some curiosity, "Why did that sword suddenly fall into the world?" ”

Bu Operator was silent for a long time, and said softly: "Because someone is going to die." ”

"Going to die?"

"Yes, so she will come to the world to see, to see this land that once gave birth to her, to see this world that she once loved."

Wang Xiaohua said with some puzzlement: "I thought the person you said would be a bad person." ”

If it's not a bad guy, then why just come to the world once, and the fortune operator has to cough up blood so miserably?

"Bad guys?" Bu Operator whispered, perhaps shaking his head.

Wang Xiaohua thought like this, and guessed the meaning of the Taoist beside her from that sentence.

"Of course she's a good person, one of the few good people in that place."

"Why? Did she do anything good? ”

"Nope."

"How are you a good person?"

"The world should thank her, thank her for her indifference to the world for thousands of years."

Wang Xiaohua still didn't understand.

Bu Operator didn't say anything more, just coughed on the rocks on the side of the pool.

After a long time, the Dao stood up.

Wang Xiaohua felt the movements of the Taoist beside her, and asked softly, "Are we leaving?" ”

The Taoist beside him seemed to be shaking his head, and then said softly, "We're going to stop for a while." ”

"Why?"

"Because she's going to come to see you."

Wang Xiaohua clenched the hand of the divination operator.

"Because of what I have in my eyes?"

"Yes."

The edge of the clear pond fell silent under the mountain snow.

The old Taoist and the little Taoist stood quietly under the moonlight.

Waiting for someone to arrive.