"The world is sincere, saying a word, it is a sentence, and it is probably what it is now."

Zhang Xiaoyu sat in the night snow wine shop with warm lights in Huaidu, leaning on the wind and snow window lattice, looking at the lights of the human street outside the window, and said with a soft smile.

There are many burning stoves in the wine shop, coupled with many night drinkers, between the drunken breathing and talking, making the whole wine shop extremely warm, even if the wind and snow outside the window are like a screen, falling into the wine shop, it has to become a spring breeze.

"If you're not sincere, what can you do?" Opposite Zhang Xiaoyu, sat an old man in a wide witch robe.

Maybe it's Shu He, who has already made a choice.

Maybe it's Shu He who still hasn't made a choice.

No one knew what kind of choices were hidden beneath the intricately decorated robes.

Shu He shrank his hand and sat there, then stretched out a hand, picked up the wine jug on the table and poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it in a big gulp.

"If you're not sincere, what can you do?" Shu He sighed again and said. "All the people on your cliffs have come to the world, and the world can only be at peace."

Zhang Xiaoyu looked sideways at the Nan Chuwu who was sitting opposite.

As recently as March of this year, they were still enemies of life and death inside and outside Nanyi City.

However, in December, the two sat peacefully in the wine shop, drinking quietly like old friends who had not seen each other for a long time.

Of course, the two will not be friends.

In those stories of Nanyi City, although in the end, Shu He broke with Ming Mayfly and left the final battlefield with those Nanchu witches.

But naturally, the two will not become friends because of this.

It's just that at the end of this twelfth month, at the end of the year 103 of the Great Wind Calendar, probably everyone can become close friends.

Even if everyone knows that the contemporary cliff master actually has little to do with the Sword Grinding Cliff back then, and the ten-year Sword Sect back then.

But they still had great awe for the people on that cliff.

So Zhang Xiaoyu was very sincere, looking at the old man sitting opposite him like a friend.

"It's not our people on the cliff, it's their people on the cliff." Zhang Xiaoyu turned his head with a smile and looked at the long street in the lights. "Huangliang is also the world, Huai'an is also the world, and the Sword Grinding Cliff is not, so in such a story, it will only be the people on their cliff."

Zhang Xiaoyu paused, was quiet for a while, and then continued: "Just like your goddess on the windward tower. ”

Shu He turned his head to look out the window, his eyes crossed the dark eaves covered with snow in the night, and the bright lanterns hanging in the brown street buildings, and landed far away, on the tall building standing in the depths of the palace of the fake capital.

People in the world sometimes always think that it is because there is also a star-picking building in Huaidu, so Huangliang will also have such a high-rise building.

However, the history of the Windward Tower is older than that of the Star Picking Tower.

The history of sorghum is also older than that of Huai'an - if the Gale Dynasty is not counted as a successor of the Huai'an dynasty.

Huai'an actually has a history of more than 100 years, and there are only four generations of emperors, the Ghost Emperor, the Ming Emperor, the Huai Emperor, and the Hou Emperor.

But such a dynasty that passed by in history suddenly made the land north of Daze branded with the name Huai'an for a long time.

Shu He watched quietly, and also thought quietly, quite a little sighing.

But at least we can clearly know that a high cliff that does not look at the world is facing the world. But the goddess. ”

Shu He sighed, drank the wine in the cup, which was no longer very warm, coughed softly, and said, "We don't know if the goddess is facing the world. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the old spirit witch who had started coughing after drinking cold wine, called Xiao Er, placed a small stove on the table, and warmed the pot of wine.

Shu He held the wine glass in his hand and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu who was doing all this, probably there would indeed be a moment of trance, and he felt that the two were really friends.

"Thank you."

"No thanks, during this time, I can't drink cold wine, and it's not very good to drink it after all." Zhang Xiaoyu was very indifferent.

The Wu River is surging, and the waves are stacked on the road.

Those sword intents that fell to the world because a sword was taken out of the turbid sword platform, naturally people like them would be affected.

"The goddess has never looked to the world, haven't any of you asked?"

Shu He said softly: "If God is not merciful, what person in the world dares to ask? ”

"I have a friend who probably asked." Zhang Xiaoyu looked down at the wine in the cup, and said that the friend named Liu Yueyue, when he was a teenager, was a Taoist.

"Is he dead?"

Shu He asked.

"Probably dead, but not dead when he asked some questions, but died when he asked some questions, and then brought the questions back to Huai'an, so I had a senior brother, standing in the fog and panic, sent him to the River Styx."

Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly.

Shu He probably knew the reason for his death.

"So in the final analysis, he still died in the story of the goddess coming to earth."

Zhang Xiaoyu thought for a while and said, "Maybe yes, maybe not." This is a very complex problem, and if you want to figure it out, you have to leave behind the thinking after knowing everything and go back to the night when you were able to see it better. ”

The story of Liu March is naturally extremely complicated.

So neither of them continued to study.

The wine was warm for a while, probably some temperature again, Shu He lifted the wine jug again and poured the hot wine into the glass.

"So what are you doing here?"

Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "Come and find someone." ”

Shu He laughed softly, drank warm wine, and said, "I thought you wouldn't tell me." ”

"I reflect on myself every day, whether I am responsible for helping others, whether I am sincere in my friendship with friends, and whether I have studied well what Master has taught." Zhang Xiaoyu picked up the glass of wine that had been sitting for a long time from the table, drank it shallowly, and said quietly.

"So did you do it?"

"I didn't."

Zhang Xiaoyu is still very sincere and calm.

Shu He couldn't stop laughing, laughed for a long time, and his eyes fell on the empty scabbard behind Zhang Xiaoyu.

In that worn scabbard, there should have been a sword engraved with the word "mountains and rivers".

Shu He's smile disappeared.

"Where's your sword?"

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't answer, after drinking all the cold wine, he poured another glass of warm wine, and turned his head to look out the window.

"You should know who my master is."

"Causal Sword, Cong Blade."

"So you say what about my sword?"

Shu He sat there quietly.

If you lose your sword, your sword cultivation will naturally be much weaker.

Even under Zhang Xiaoyu's white clothes, there is still a Taoist robe.

But Shu He felt that he could still suddenly attack and kill this extremely talented young sword cultivator from Huai'an here—he had only stretched out one hand all the time.

It's just that Shu He sat for a long time, and there was no movement, just sighed and stretched out his other hand from his sleeve.

There is no witchcraft.

If there is harmony in the world, no one will naturally act rashly.

At least for the remaining ten or so days.

But Zhang Xiaoyu is different, he can think about it now, and then wait until someone leaves the world, and then he will not move.

The sword goes into cause and effect.

Naturally, you can't break free.

"So how long do I have to live?" Shu He asked very calmly.

It's like asking not about your own life and death, but about whether to eat xiaolongbao or Zhenzi noodles tomorrow morning.

Zhang Xiaoyu still said sincerely: "I don't know. ”

He wouldn't know until he regained his grip on the sword.

Shu He said softly: "I thought we were friends. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows and said, "How can we be friends?" The stories of Nanyi City have clearly told the world that we are enemies of life and death. ”

"Nan Chuwu finally withdrew from the battlefield."

"At least when I was still standing on top of Nanyi City, the outside of the city was still full of witches and ghosts." Zhang Xiaoyu turned his head to look out the window, and the wind and snow were full of cold.

"Those sword cultivators fell beside me, I still remember one dusk, I looked down at my own bloody clothes, those blood is not my own, some of you Huangliang people, some of them are those Lingnan sword cultivators. Layer by layer was poured on me, and I couldn't even dodge it. Those witch and ghost spells that fall overwhelmingly on the city sometimes make me despair, and I feel that Nanyi City can't hold it. ”

"But you held on." Shu He said slowly, "Even if the people in Yunmengze joined the battlefield in the end, even if the last half of the 800,000 troops guarding the extreme south of Huangliang also rushed to the battlefield, you still held it." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu drank wine and turned his head to look at the old man in front of him who was from Nanchu, perhaps instigated by the Ming mayfly.

"Someone came to your door with a lot of people and tried to drag you out and kill you, but because you were so brave, you killed many of them and beat them back with their heads broken and bleeding - can that man deny his account and say that I didn't really kill you?"

Shu He sighed softly and said, "Probably not." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu drank warm wine and laughed, smiling very warmly and charmingly.

"So that's the way it is."

If Cong Blade is a big old hooligan in the cultivation world, then Zhang Xiaoyu, who has learned Cong Blade Causal Sword, is probably also a little rascal.

In front of the old spirit witch from Nanchu, he sent his sword to the Great Wind Calendar for one thousand and four years.

Zhang Xiaoyu drank the wine in the cup, stood up, pulled a chopstick from the chopsticks, and pulled the coals in the small stove for Shuhe, so that the stove was more vigorous, and the cooked wine was hotter faster, so that the old man could have a better winter in the end.

"There must be nothing in the world." Zhang Xiaoyu put the chopsticks on the table and said softly: "Since I, Zhang Xiaoyu, can't do some bad things, let's be a good person." ”

Shu He didn't speak, just sat there quietly with the warm wine in his cup.

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm wondering where I can learn the most subtle art of migration."

Witchcraft migration, one of the three major thaumaturgy in the world, can directly reverse the years when cultivated to the depths.

Zhang Xiaoyu thought for a while and said, "Since it is a witch and ghost technique, then you can definitely inquire about your goddess." After you learn, will you go back to the time when you haven't left Nanchu yet? ”

Shu He said slowly: "I will go back to the time when I haven't stepped into this wine shop." ”

The beginning of the story is very simple, when the old man walked through the wind and snow, a young sword cultivator from Huai'an sat by the window, looked at him and said, "Come in and have a drink together?" ”

So he walked in.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked towards the outside of the wine shop and said softly, "Then you probably won't be able to go back." ”

Shu He nodded approvingly.

Who would have thought?

I was fine when I came, but I couldn't go back.

......

When Zhang Xiaoyu left the wine shop, he saw an ugly person who had been splashed with filth squatting in the corner of the wall in the corner of the snow, looking at everyone passing by equally with a strange hatred.

This white-clothed sword cultivator saw the black and swarthy man in a ball, and he didn't know why, but subconsciously remembered his friend named Liu March many years ago.

Zhang Xiaoyu thought very naively.

Liu March, look, this person is like a dog compared to you!

Then he smiled to himself and walked over with the empty scabbard on his back.

It's just that he walked over and turned back again.

Grabbed his fist and beat him up.

Then he scooped up some snow from the ground and wiped the freshly spit saliva on his white clothes.

Fuck, spitting in the back, it's really a dog!

Zhang Xiaoyu thought with some indignation.

Holding back the thought of beating him again, he left the street in the snowstorm.

......

Upstairs in the windward.

The somewhat obese emperor stood beside the goddess in a black dress, smiling at the snow-capped mountains on the eaves of the world.

"That Huai'an Sword Cultivator, will he come to talk to the goddess?"

Yao Ji stood in the middle of the building with an umbrella, wearing a black dress flying in the wind and snow.

"No, it won't."

Yao Ji said in a flat voice, "He is a person who is depressed in his heart, and his heart is depressed, often sometimes a human being, sometimes a ghost. How could such a person come to see me? ”

Emperor Accompany smiled and turned his head to look at the gentle but alienated goddess.

"And what if he comes?"

Yao Ji turned her head to look at the Emperor Companion, who was quite different from the previous days, then turned her head back and said lightly: "He won't come." ”

Emperor Companion said softly: "That's really not good. ”

The building is full of wind and snow.

This is probably the only bad sentence in the emperor's career.

It is on the windward tower, facing the Wushan goddess Yao Ji who will dominate the entire Huangliang land at any time.

"Why not." Yao Ji held the umbrella and said slowly.

"Because I want to see if Huai'an Jianxiu will surrender in front of the goddess."

Yao Ji quietly looked at the night in the distance of the world, and held the umbrella in her hand tightly.

"They won't."

Yao Ji said calmly.

However, suddenly a hand grasped the hand that Yao Ji was holding on to the umbrella bone.

It's His Majesty the Emperor who only says yes on weekdays.

Then the power of the River Styx suddenly surged, shaking the Emperor who had somehow gone crazy, and slammed into the beams and pillars in the middle of the building, coughing up blood incessantly.

can only say good, but today said badly, and even held the hand of the goddess, the emperor was coughing up blood there, but he couldn't stop laughing.

"Okay."

What's good?

Naturally, it was because he felt a soft but cold hand that was clenching the umbrella bone, trembling imperceptibly.

You see.

Accompany the emperor smiled and said yes, tilted his head and coughed blood and looked at the north of the world with a smile.

This is the Grinding Sword Cliff, isn't it?

......

Zhang Xiaoyu naturally won't.

will not go, and will not surrender.

He had a very important thing to do.

This white-clothed young man from Huai'an, who has been concerned by countless people, is not only a disciple of Shanheguan, but also a disciple of the Sword Sect in the world, is standing in front of a clothing shop with some embarrassment, discussing the price of a dress with the proprietress who is in her thirties and a little cold.

It was a white coat, similar to the one on Zhang Xiaoyu's body, but it was better looking and cleaner.

Zhang Xiaoyu wiped the saliva off his clothes at that time, left the long street, and when he passed by here, he saw at a glance the exotic white clothes hanging in the most conspicuous position in the store.

Yes, exotic white.

On the cuffs of the placket, they are very carefully embroidered with the thin gold patterns that Huai'an people like, which is simple and elegant, and Zhang Xiaoyu is quite excited.

The proprietress also felt that it was a good match for Zhang Xiaoyu at first.

Until Zhang Xiaoyu began to decide to cut the price in half and then give away a pair of clean boots.

The attitude of the proprietress cooled down.

This is the exotic clothes worn by the Huai'an people who are rare in Huangliang!

That's what the proprietress said to Zhang Xiaoyu.

Zhang Xiaoyu thought to himself, I am a serious Huai'an person, and I have been dressed in white for so many years, and I want you to tell me what clothes Huai'an people wear?

But it's true that the price isn't too expensive.

It's just that Zhang Xiaoyu really doesn't have much money.

When I passed by Nanyi City, I didn't go in, for fear of being chased and asked for debts.

So Zhang Xiaoyu is still very humble and talks about the price with the proprietress very sincerely.

It's a pity that I'm probably annoyed by what I said, maybe there is indeed some profit, the proprietress stretched out her head and glanced out, then sighed and said: "Forget it, sell it to you, but the boots don't need to be discussed!" ”

"No problem."

The disposition of the world is always like to reconcile and compromise.

For example, if you say that I want to buy that white dress at a low price, the proprietress will naturally not allow it.

But if you say it comes with a pair of clean boots.

The proprietress probably thinks it's not impossible to sell a dress at half price.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood on the snowy street, but he didn't feel so embarrassed.

It's just that just now, he is still facing the extremely chic sword cultivation of Nanchu Lingwu, but now he is just a shy world.

Sure enough, only with money can you be happy.

I knew that I was there in the South Island at the time, so I took a few money bags and left.

Zhang Xiaoyu sighed.

Looking at his rather embarrassed white clothes, Zhang Xiaoyu was about to take the white clothes handed by the proprietress, but he suddenly looked at the corner of the store in a daze.

The tattered young sword cultivator didn't take the robe, but pointed to that place.

"Is that expensive?"

The proprietress looked in the direction Zhang Xiaoyu pointed.

It was a plain dress, embroidered with some light blue and white flowers.

It's probably very suitable for some gentle, soft, soft and weak girls to wear.

This one is actually much more expensive than the white dress that Zhang Xiaoyu first fancied.

Zhang Xiaoyu probably couldn't afford to buy that little dress with the little money he had left.

It's just that I don't know if it's because the young man looked at the dress for a long time in a daze, in short, the proprietress softened her face, took Zhang Xiaoyu's money, and helped him wrap the dress carefully - to prevent it from getting wet in the wind and snow.

Dressed in a messy white robe, the upside-down sword cultivator carried the empty scabbard on his back, said thank you to the proprietress, and left here in the snowstorm.

I guess I'm actually quite like a dog.