Qiushui seemed to have guessed that Cao Weiying would say this, and he was not surprised, and probably did not think to really ask for the opinion of this Sword Cliff senior who no longer cared about the affairs of the world.

After drinking a few more sips of peach blossom brew, Qiushui returned the wine gourd to Cao Weiying and said the last thing.

"Why did Yaoji, a ghost who died thousands of years ago, suddenly return to the human world?"

Cao Weiying sat on the head of the boat and said softly: "Many years ago, Emperor Huai saw a person who also came back from the River Styx - under the River Styx, it is also the world. Who can guarantee that we must be the people on the River Styx? Maybe it's just a cycle of life and death. ”

Qiushui said softly: "So I only know life and death, but I don't know what life and death are." ”

The theory of human butterflies will naturally never have an answer.

"Maybe." Grass for Firefly said.

Qiushui looked at the young man at the head of the boat for a long time, and then said slowly: "The seniors woke up this time for this reason." ”

"Yes." There is no ambiguity in this question.

This is an obvious question.

"If she doesn't return to the position of Gu Chu Zhengshen, then I will naturally continue to sleep." Grass said with a soft chuckle.

"Then what if she returns to Gu Chu Zhengshen in the future?"

Autumn water quietly watched the grass as fireflies.

Cao Weiying said calmly: "Then I will take her out of the world." ”

It's probably like the little Taoist boy named Xie Chaoyu who took the god and ghost named Da Si Ming in the eyes of the little Taoist boy.

Yaoji's return to the Southern Chu Zhengshen means that the world will completely return to the era of gods and ghosts, not just as one of the ten thousand streams in the world.

Hanyaguan has disappeared from the world, and such a story can only be seen by grass for fireflies.

Autumn water is also naturally available.

Grass Firefly's gaze fell on the white-haired woman's left hand.

It was a sword.

Many years ago, the grass was seen as a firefly.

It was the first time in the world that I had seen this sword sharpened by the Sharpening Sword Cliff.

But if such a sword is really unsheathed, the price to be paid by the world is too great.

Back then, the red clothes just invited the sword intent to come, so they sealed the entire backward River Styx.

So when the autumn water brings the sword down the cliff.

The world had to fall silent.

Just like what Cong Blade said to Yao Ji on the cliff of the White River - I have no power to kill you, but if I do everything to the end, the human world can naturally send her back to the River Styx at all costs.

"I'll go see her." Qiushui stood on the shore of the lake with his sword in his hand, and said very calmly. "Let's see what this ghost god who once blessed Gu Chu before the Great Dao appeared in the world, wants to do."

Qiushui went down the cliff with a sword, it would only be because of Yun Mengze's matter.

If it was just the current world, naturally there would be no need for her to take out this sword from the turbid sword platform.

Cao Weiying laughed softly, and looked away from the sword and looked at the distant mountains and cloud cliffs.

"Don't scare anyone."

Qiu said quietly: "If she doesn't have a ghost in her heart, how can she be scared?" ”

"I'm afraid that there was no ghost in my heart, and I was scared out of the ghost."

Cao Wei Hotaru took a sip of peach blossom brew and said softly.

Qiushui thought for a moment and said, "I'll try to be gentle." ”

Cao Weiying didn't say anything more, just sat quietly at the head of the boat.

After a long time, the two people who had watched this heaven and earth for a long time finally began to say goodbye to a thousand years late.

"I'm leaving, senpai."

Qiushui held his sword and saluted the grass for fireflies.

Grass nodded for Hotaru, then poured the wine gourd in his hand, and poured the wine into the Sword Lake, and the wine would flow to the world for about a short time, and then to the River Styx.

At that time, Autumn Water may have been sailing in the River Styx—just in time to drink the peach blossom brew of these worlds.

Qiushui just quietly looked at the glimmer of wine in the twilight.

The grass poured half a reed for the firefly, and then looked at the woman by the lake, as if she wanted to say something, but hesitated for a long time.

Qiushui said softly: "Seniors still have something to say?" ”

Cao Weiying sighed softly, "I originally wanted to say that if you go to the Styx world and can see the white clothes, you can bring greetings for me." But after thinking about it, even the red clothes have never seen the white clothes, let alone you. It's just that we don't know each other. ”

"Why not?" Qiushui said softly, "Since it is a person who has been praised by the whole world, and can be compared with Dao Saint Li Queyi, he can naturally recognize it at a glance." ”

Cao Weiying looked at the rare and somewhat relaxed autumn water, and said slowly: "I thought you would hate Mojian Cliff." ”

Qiushui was silent for a while, and said: "Yes, the person who hates the Sword Cliff the most in the world is probably me." In such a hatred, I also want to bring the man who once died in front of my eyes, under my sword—in such a story, I and him are the most miserable people in the world. It was brought by the one on the Sharpening Cliff. ”

"But I'm also well aware that this is something that has nothing to do with my predecessors. On the high cliff, there are cross-currents, counter-currents, and naturally there are people who have intercepted the current. ”

Qiushui said very calmly, very calmly, talking about hatred and sadness, but also with great relief.

The white-haired woman in orange was holding her sword and headed in the direction she had come.

"If I see it, I will naturally help my seniors to speak up."

"Thank you."

Grass for Hotaru sat on the bow of the boat and whispered.

So the twilight of the world hung in the waterfall of white hair, and was taken away from this place, and the town was left with only night.

Grass for the firefly sat on the bow of the boat, swaying in the lake, quietly looking at the lights of the town in the distance.

.......

Great Wind Calendar One Thousand and Three Years, December 20.

The snow on earth stopped and started again, but it was much smaller.

"Real person, you are so seriously injured, how can you still doze off under the eaves with peace of mind?"

Zhang San brought some drinks and food and pushed the door open, and at a glance saw Chen Qingshan, who was wearing a thick velvet coat and sitting by the stove under the eaves, leaning against the wall and squinting.

This mountain and river Taoist who was first stabbed in the heart all the plum branches, and then suffered a sword intent in the sea of gods, finally couldn't bear it in the snow, so Zhang San went to buy thick winter clothes, but he didn't go into the house, just sat under the eaves, and fell asleep watching the snow in the yard all day long.

I don't know if it's to please Chen Qingshan, or if it's really pitiful to see this overhaul in the world, Zhang San has been going here very diligently these days, and it is said that his own daughter-in-law is very puzzled - Zhang San, you bastard, in the end I am your daughter-in-law, or that sick Taoist is your daughter-in-law.

I don't know how Zhang San answered, in short, he would be scolded every day when he went back.

However, the man whose name was on the list of bad trade practices in Shanyue City didn't care, and still crawled the alley to the yard every day.

Chen Qingshan opened his eyes, coughed twice, and closed his eyes again.

"Why can't you feel at ease?"

Chen Qingshan asked rhetorically.

Zhang San walked through the snowy courtyard to the eaves, swept some snow on his shoulders, thought for a while and said, "Didn't the real person say that he has many enemies?" ”

Chen Qingshan naturally has many enemies, including his senior brother and younger brother, none of them are easy to get along with.

"Of course the enemies have them, but they also want to celebrate the New Year!" Chen Qingshan chuckled softly. "Can't the enemy be a person for the New Year?"

Zhang San naturally didn't know some things in the cultivation world, those sword intent that fell from the cliff to the world, even the cultivators of the small path realm did not suffer it, let alone the world. Chen Qingshan didn't explain the meaning of those things to him, but just used the phrase of the New Year.

It's really the New Year.

When the person on the cliff comes down, the restless people in the world have to have a good New Year.

Chen Qingshan is now more peaceful than anyone else, honestly nesting in the small courtyard, roasting the fire, dozing off, just like a person in the world who has been seriously ill for a long time, quietly wading through the years.

"Then your cultivation world is really reasonable, real people." Zhang San said with a smile, "Although this will be the case in the world, sometimes there will be some news of vendetta during the New Year, and they will not celebrate the New Year." ”

Chen Qingshan didn't open his eyes, but moved his buttocks, changed directions and continued to sit leaning.

"So what are you doing today?"

Zhang San lost his initial timidity, walked into the room quite familiarly, moved two stools out, placed them by the fire, put the things in his hand on the stool in front of Chen Qingshan, and sat down on the other one, unpacking the oil paper bag to eat on the one hand, and opening the wine jar on the other.

The man from Shanyue City smiled and said, "Isn't it a little lonely to see you here alone?" ”

Chen Qingshan opened his eyes, tilted his head to look at Zhang San, and said, "Lonely? Why do you think I'm lonely? ”

Zhang San thought for a while and said, "Because you don't seem to have any friends, just enemies everywhere." ”

Chen Qingshan smiled, coughed again, and then picked up a bowl of wine that Zhang San poured on the stool, the wine was probably heated in advance, Chen Qingshan pinched the bowl, and couldn't help but glance at the man, but he didn't say anything, just sipped it shallowly.

"I don't need any friends, I am a little saint in the world, a true immortal on land, the wind and snow fall for me, the mountains and the moon are bright for me, naturally I can't talk about loneliness."

In Chen Qingshan's self-description, there are more bells and whistles.

Zhang San looked up at the sky, although Shanyue City is famous for the bright moon hanging in the green mountains outside the city, but it is difficult to see the moonlight in broad daylight.

"That's what the real person said."

Zhang Sanwu nodded his head with his conscience and echoed - anyway, the names are on the list, and this is not bad.

"But I suggest you don't come." Chen Qingshan said with a sigh.

Zhang San was stunned, sat on the small bench in front of the stove, and asked, "Why?" ”

"Your daughter-in-law came over yesterday and said that I was a little slut who seduced other people's men, and slapped me."

Chen Qingshan said calmly, tilting his head slightly, but there was a much lighter palm print on his face.

Zhang San's expression froze, and there were countless fears on his face, which was still a little smiling.

"Real people.... I ....."

Chen Qingshan didn't care, and said calmly: "You don't have to worry about anything, although I, Chen Qingshan, have a bad reputation in the cultivation world, I won't care about anything with the world, and I do have some problems with this matter-causing a man not to return home and wander outside all day, probably it is indeed my fault." ”

Zhang San opened his mouth, and wanted to say something.

Chen Qingshan looked at him and said lightly, "Do you have a son?" ”

Zhang San was stunned, shook his head, and said, "No, I have a daughter." ”

Chen Qingshan raised his eyebrows, his expression became strange, he frowned and looked at Zhang San, and said, "What do you want to do?" ”

Zhang San probably realized something, hurriedly waved his hands, and said: "Where do I dare to think about such a high climb, just thinking, I want real people to see if she can ......"

Zhang San probably didn't know what to say for a while.

Shanyue City is not Nanyi City.

The old drunkard's hanging courtyard has not yet opened here.

Although there are some children of rich families in the world, they will go over the mountains and mountains and send people to the Hanging Courtyard to try their luck, but Zhang San is obviously not a rich person.

If you don't go to the Hanging Courtyard, you can only wait for the talent to be taken away.

For example, once a young boy who caught a butterfly in a field was taken to Guanli.

Or try your luck at those little places of practice.

Although the world is not so enthusiastic about cultivation at the moment, there are still many yearnings after all.

Zhang San naturally had such an idea.

Chen Qingshan looked at this person quietly for a long time, then drank the bowl of warm wine in his hand and closed his eyes again.

"Take her over and have a look."

Zhang San was ecstatic and lay on the ground, kowtowing frantically.

"Thank you little saint, thank you true immortals."

Chen Qingshan said calmly: "I can say this, but you can't say this. ”

Zhang San was stunned for a moment, looked up at Chen Qingshan and asked, "Why?" ”

Chen Qingshan smiled slightly.

"Because I'm not."

Zhang San didn't understand what this meant, but he didn't care about it at the moment, just stood up and said respectfully: "Then I'll go and bring her over now." ”

"Hmm."

Shanyue City did not return home every day, causing the daughter-in-law to come to the door and slap the young man who was slapping the young Dao Zhixiu of Shanhe Temple, and walked out of the door with joy against the wind and snow.

After Zhang San left, Chen Qingshan opened his eyes, tilted his head to look at the snow in the yard with a strange expression, and said to himself: "Chen Qingshan, Chen Qingshan, what were you thinking just now?" ”

Probably he didn't know how he thought about it at the time.

Zhang San came and went in a hurry.

Before those footprints could cover much snow, Zhang San pushed the courtyard door open again.

Few people know that Chen Qingshan, a somewhat short-sighted mountain and river viewer, squinted his eyes and looked behind Zhang San.

It's a very ordinary little girl in the world - just like the ordinary world.

Dongxue was dressed very bloated, and followed behind Zhang San timidly, probably when he came, Zhang San had explained Chen Qingshan's identity, so he leaned against the door with some anxiety, and stood there without raising his hands.

Chen Qingshan watched quietly, and then said softly: "Come back to the temple with me after the year." ”

Zhang San's eyes widened, and he didn't know what this meant for a while.

Chen Qingshan closed his eyes.

In fact, maybe the first idea is also possible.

The courtyard is full of wind and snow.

It's just that probably no one knows.

......

The hospital has been closed.

The courtyard is full of tranquility.

Yun Hu sat quietly on the listening platform, he had already entered the Dao, and was quietly looking at the bamboo and snow in the night of the world, his brows were slightly locked, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

I just didn't know what I saw, so I was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the figure in the bamboo puzzled.

"You're not gone yet?"

A girl from Zhuxue walked over quietly, looked up at Yun Hu on the stage, nodded, and said softly, "Yes, sir." ”

Although this year's spring exam was postponed, it was still held in May after the story of Nanyi City ended.

Maybe it's because he plays too many cards, or maybe he has some thoughts, Hang Yue took the exam very poorly, and he can probably only go to the world to be some small town gentlemen in the future.

After the spring exam, I didn't see this girl in the courtyard again.

Yun Hu didn't know that she had always thought that she had left Nanyi City.

It's just that I didn't expect her to come here suddenly today.

"You've been in Nanyi City all these days?"

Hang Yue shook his head, stepped on the bamboo leaves and snow and walked over slowly, stopped at the edge of the trail, and said softly: "I'm going back, it's just ......"

Yun Hu didn't know what he understood.

Just thinking, maybe Chen He is back.

So I want to come and have a look.

After quietly looking at the girl under Takeshita for a long time, Yun Hu didn't know how to say slowly: "Chen He really hasn't come back, if you want to find him, maybe you can go outside more." ”

The outside is naturally not outside the Hanging Courtyard, but the world.

The girl looked down at the sparse snow and dense fallen leaves on the ground—the courtyard was on holiday, and no one had come to sweep the ground, and the bamboo leaves on the ground fell layer after layer. Winter snow melts, but bamboo leaves don't, so there are more and more.

Bamboo leaves and snow are probably like some stagnant thoughts, and many things that are about to be forgotten.

Hang Yue and Chen He, naturally not a thousand piles of snow and long streets.

It won't be a letter or a postman.

Probably, it's like a glimpse of the shadow of a cloud that occasionally falls in the middle of the lake.

It's just who is Yunying and who is Pinghu.

People outside the story will naturally not know.

Hang Yue looked down for a long time, then raised his head, smiled softly, and said, "Going to the world to find it, of course, is a very romantic and splendid and beautiful thing." But the world is really big, sir. A person like him who is idle and wild, walking and walking, is probably gone, so how can he find it? ”

Yun Hu didn't know what to do and sighed as he stood on the platform.

"And if he really finds it, will he be willing to stop because of me, and will I be willing to wander around the world because of him?" The girl Hang Yue still laughed softly, raised her hand and cupped a strand of hair hanging down from her ear. "So a lot of things, there's no way to know, it's full of fog. Maybe through those fogs, it's an infinitely beautiful story, maybe it's not, maybe it's a story that consumes all the dreams of youth in an increasingly trivial life. ”

"So, I probably won't look for it either." The girl whispered.

The story of my youth will be left to the past.

Life is naturally always full of regrets.

Yun Hu didn't know what to say.

I just watched the girl wait quietly for a long time under the moonlight bamboo snow, and then turned around quietly when the wind blowing through the bamboo forest blew her clothes.

Chen He naturally didn't know what stories related to him had happened in the two snows on this bamboo forest trail.

It's just that.

.......

It's just that the bright moon was there at that time.

He once returned to the clouds.