Qiushui stood quietly by the river.

The twilight is slowly fading.

Some nights are coming.

Some of the nights are gone.

"This slate is left over from the Blade." Cong Xin took Qiushui's hand and said softly.

This bluestone slab naturally comes from thousands of years ago.

It's like some of the past left in the world.

Waiting for someone who will eventually come down the cliff, standing there quietly remembering a person back then.

Cong Blade and his senior brothers watched there in amazement.

looked at the person who never won the battle, but ended his life in such a hurry and sloppily.

So it was probably from that time that he broke free of a lot of things.

No more thinking about meaning all day long.

To live in the world is to live well in the world.

It's just that this stone slab left by the blade can't stay in the world forever after all.

There will always be stories that will be forgotten in the years - when those who remember it, one by one, went to the Styx.

Those things are gone.

It's just a worn-out slate, just like Hulu thought, to pry it out later and replace it with a new one.

"Thank you."

Qiushui's sadness had gradually dissipated in the twilight, so he just whispered, and then looked at the two people standing in the twilight in the distance.

Qing Xiang and Yun Hu don't know.

Qiushui looked at the two, nodded slightly, and said nothing.

It wasn't until the two of them left that Qiushui looked back at Xiao Congxin beside him.

"Who is the other peach blossom for?"

Cong Xin said softly: "Help me bring Cong Zhong a smile, he likes peach blossoms very much." ”

Of course, Cong Xin understands very well that that person has been waiting for a thousand years and has not come back, so naturally he will not come back.

No matter how much snow falls, it won't come back.

Qiushui took the peach blossom, and then carefully put it into his arms, and said, "Okay." ”

"Also, if you can actually see him under the River Styx." Cong Xin looked up at the twilight in the world, "Remember to ask that bastard, the peach blossoms in the twilight in the world are so beautiful, does he really not come back to take a look?" ”

Qiushui whispered, "I will." ”

"Then Xiao Qiushui ......" Cong Xin looked at the woman in the orange dress, let go of her hand, and walked in the direction she came, then stopped, stood on the twilight street of Nanyi River, turned her head and raised her hand and waved.

"Goodbye."

Qiushui said softly, "Goodbye, Xiao Congxin." ”

So the north and south of the long street departed.

......

"Xiao Congxin, what did you just do? Oh, hit the nine cylinders, brother, are you sleepwalking? ”

"Nothing, went out for a walk."

"It's time to go out and hang out, too."

"Hmm."

.......

Qiushui took the sword and two peach blossoms through Nanyi City and appeared on the edge of Daze.

In the twilight, a scholar was waiting at the foot of the green hill that had resurfaced.

The two stopped at the foot of Zebian Mountain, looked at each other quietly for a long time, and then bowed to each other.

"Song Yu, a courtier of Gu Chu, has seen the cliff master."

"Nantuo Qiushui, I've seen Mr. Ziyuan."

Naturally, the two should not have known each other.

One is a person from Gu Chu who is more than 2,000 years old, and the other is a person who was born in Mojian Cliff a thousand years ago.

However, the moment the two stood on the edge of the river and met, the ancient rites and the sword rites were like the accidental intersection of the upstream and the downstream in the vast river of time in the twilight of today's world.

Not spectacular.

However, emotion.

Ziyuan smiled slightly, took a step back to the side, stretched out his hand and said, "Please." ”

"Okay."

Qiushui stepped on this ancient green mountain that had disappeared from the world for more than 2,000 years.

Beyond the miasma of fog that separates both sides of the world.

It is Wushan.

Stepping into the green hills, the miasma dissipated on its own, and there was no snow in the mountains, just like the current one in early March.

Ziyuan smiled slightly and followed behind Qiu Shui, and walked towards the depths of Wushan together.

Qiushui walked for a long time before he said slowly: "Will this green mountain disappear into the world in the future?" ”

The scholar behind him said softly: "Ziyuan doesn't know. ”

"Since they have all come out again, then don't sink down, although Yunmeng Daze is magnificent, but it has isolated these two lands for thousands of years, even if the world is unified today, after all, it is still separated from the two places, each into a country."

Qiu said quietly.

Ziyuan didn't speak, just followed quietly with his hands down.

"Mr. Ziyuan's ancestor should also be from Huai'an."

"It's just people on the other side of Daze, not Huai'an people."

Zi Yuan smiled.

The word Huai'an comes from the time of the ghost emperor of Huai'an.

Before the Ghost Emperor, the land in the north of Daze was naturally never called Huai'an.

"Yes." Qiushui said lightly, "But whether it is a Huai'an person or not, after all, this human world should not be cut off." Guwu Mountain sank, and the world could not do anything, so they looked at each other across the river and became two places. It is rare to be present in this world now, and it is not a good thing to stay in the world. ”

Zi Yuan said softly: "This is the case, but this matter is not something that Zi Yuan can decide. ”

Qiushui stopped, and looked back at the scholar who received him as a courtesy.

"Is it really impossible for a gentleman to decide?"

A scholar is naturally a scholar.

However, the power of the Styx of the dead person, so powerful that it once frightened the fortune operator, is naturally not just a scholar.

Ziyuan stood there quietly for a long time, and then sighed: "The cliff master is embarrassing Ziyuan. Ziyuan didn't want to turn his back on the King of Chu, nor did he want to turn his back on the teacher, and he didn't want to turn his back on the goddess. ”

Qiushui quietly looked at the scholar in front of him who was smiling wryly and shaking his head, then turned his head back, quietly stepped on the fallen leaves in the mountains, and walked forward.

"Yes, although Mr. Ziyuan is still in the world, he is no longer in the world."

Zi Yuan listened to Qiushui's words, just laughed softly, turned his head over the green mountain, and his eyes fell on the faint yellow mountain range.

The world never knew that just like Qifengling was once called Xifeng Ridge, in fact, before a long time, the Youhuang Mountain Range should have been called the Youyi Mountain Range.

It's quiet.

I was terrified.

I was terrified.

Ziyuan shook his head and smiled.

It has fallen into the world, but this twilight has never fallen, quietly shining in the green mountains of this world.

Just like the autumn waterside, in the maple leaves, the dusk that never falls.

"Don't talk about the world." Zi Yuan said softly, "The word "world" is too heavy. It's always easy to remind Ziyuan of the story of many years. ”

Qiushui said slowly: "Many years ago, what was the story? ”

Ziyuan said softly: "A story that is not beautiful. ”

Nature won't be such a beautiful story.

In that story, the ghost and god civilization that had dominated the world before the Great Dao fell apart, and the ancient kingdom that had been blessed by the witch and ghost god cult for a long time fell under the iron cavalry armor of the man named Gongzi Zhiqiu in the north.

The world still can't understand it.

How was such a vast era of gods and ghosts disintegrated by King Chu from the inside out, until everything was destroyed.

Qiushui was inexplicably a little emotional.

Ziyuan looked at the white-haired woman with a peach blossom in front of him, and said softly, "What is the cliff master sighing about? ”

Qiushui said softly: "I hate that I was born too early, and I hate that I was born too late. ”

At the beginning, by the Jingsi Lake in Nanyi City, Cong Blade also said similar things to Cao Weiying.

People who were probably born in this era are always prone to some such feelings.

"Why?"

"I was born too late, I didn't see the times that passed away in the long river of those years, I was born too early, I was trapped all my life, and I couldn't see the way out of the world."

"The cliff master is taller than the world, so naturally he doesn't necessarily need to see that era."

"Higher than everything in the world throughout the ages is the Grinding Sword Cliff, not my autumn water."

Qiushui said very calmly, very indifferently, and very sincerely.

"It's like the world is at peace, and it's not because I went off the cliff."

Zi Yuan's gaze fell on the long sword in Qiu Shui's hand that pierced into the white hair at the end.

"But because I brought a sword with me."

Qiushui looked up at the clouds above the green mountains, and said softly, "If I am a madman, the world may really be afraid of me, but unfortunately not, I am sober and indifferent to all the people in the world, so the world will respect me, but will not be afraid of me." ”

Zi Yuan said softly: "It is much more difficult to make the world respect than to be feared by the world. ”

Qiushui lowered his head and said slowly: "But on the high cliff, this is a very simple matter. ”

"The cliff master thinks it's simple, just because the cliff master has done it."

Zi Yuan said softly: "In the days when I returned to the human world, I listened to the stories of the human world for a long time, and naturally understood what it meant to sit on that high cliff. is in a high position to hold the artifact, but can care about the flow of the world, and there are only a few people in the world who can do it - it is Ziyuan who is willing to treat him with the courtesy of serving the king. ”

Qiushui walked quietly, stopped by one of the countless long rivers in the mountains, and then looked back at the scholar behind him who always hung his hands in front of him.

"Will the gentleman go up the cliff?"

Zi Yuan smiled softly and said, "Zi Yuan is difficult to take on a big responsibility, not to mention, Zi Yuan is a person from the River Styx, and he doesn't know when he will return to the River Styx." ”

Qiushui didn't regret it, but said softly: "Yes." ”

"And if Ziyuan responds to this, I'm afraid that he will return to the River Styx now."

Qiushui still just whispered: "Yes, how can anyone want to go up to such a cold and lonely place as the high cliff?" ”

People who want to be the cliff master will naturally not be able to be the cliff master.

Whether it is with desire or longing to guard the world religiously, it is not good to be the master of the cliff.

With desire, he longs to use the precipice to drive the world to change the tide and satisfy his selfish desires.

Those who are devout in the world will not see the turmoil in the world, so they will bring greater turmoil to the world.

This is the lesson of the millennia.

Only those whose hearts are like ashes and whose bodies are like trees.

can ignore everything in the world, sit indifferently on the high cliff, and guard this invisible sword in the world.

Autumn water is like this.

Therefore, the world has been stable for a thousand years.

The two walked quietly along the mountain river.

Maybe it's walking like the world.

But much faster than the rest of the world.

The night may not have fallen yet.

When the autumn water ascends to the place where the sky is flowing in the sky, looking at the world from afar, you can still see those long dark nights beyond the twilight.

There are sparse and delicate lights in the night. It was a vast and distant world, one by one.

The settlements are sparse, and the lights in the settlements are dense and prosperous.

In such a night, the world has multiplied for an unknown number of generations.

Maybe far beyond those days of gods and ghosts.

Autumn water is quietly alienated, but it also hides nostalgia and love, looking at those endless nights like another distant galaxy in the world, looking at it for a long time, and then step by step through those ancient and gorgeous jade steps, ascend to the high platform.

On the high platform, there is a stream of sky light, and there is twilight pouring down, so that an ancient tree still stays on the high platform.

It's just that the person who woke up here at the beginning has already gone to the world.

Qiushui walked under the high platform tree with his sword, and quietly looked at the huge ancient tree, the sky was twilight, and everything flowed down from the gaps in those branches, and then spread down towards the high mountain.

"How long has it been today?"

Ziyuan, who stopped at the edge of the high platform behind him, whispered, "It's the twenty-second day. ”

Qiushui sighed softly and said, "Yes, it's the twenty-second day, and I don't have much time. ”

Ziyuan stood not far away, quietly looking at the orange-clothed woman with a peach blossom in her white hair.

"Let Yao Ji come here to see me."

Qiu said quietly.

There was less emotion in the words, more indifference.

This is a completely different attitude when talking to Ziyuan and those people in the world.

Yao Ji is not a person in the world, she is a god and ghost, she was the goddess of Wushan in the past, and now she is a ghost in Huangliang Mountain.

There has been a distance between man and God for thousands of years.

Zi Yuan said softly, "Okay." ”

The scholar turned to leave, and under the ancient trees as lush as night on the high platform, only a woman with few days left left, looking up through the gaps of those ancient trees, quietly looking at the sky.

There is night, twilight, and bright sky.

Everything converges there, but only a little bit falls down and can be seen by the world.

......

Zhang Xiaoyu had already left the fake capital, carrying the scabbard on his back, wearing the very sloppy white clothes, and walking quietly on a certain path.

The white clothes may have been beautiful before, and they were bloody, like red plums, but after a long time, they became some black stains.

Stains are naturally not a no-no.

Zhang Xiaoyu sometimes thinks about washing it.

It's just that I don't know why, now, he often just thinks about such thoughts.

So he let the stains on the white clothes get deeper and deeper, like some scribbled patterns.

If it was Zhang Xiaoyu back then, naturally it would not be like this.

When I went out to play cards and got stained with oil, I was sleepy when I came back, and I had to wash my white clothes, so that I could go out cleanly and hang out the next day.

But Zhang Xiaoyu doesn't wash it now.

When was the last time he washed his white clothes?

After the Battle of Nanyi City, jump into the Lake of Meditation?

Or on the way to the East China Sea with a sword on his back, by a stream at the bottom of the mountain?

Or was Chen Qingshan buried in the snow stream under that cliff?

Zhang Xiaoyu himself didn't know.

Anyway, those don't matter anymore.

This young man in white, who had cultivated the Tao very well and learned the sword very well, just thought calmly.

In short, it doesn't matter anymore.

He raised his hand and touched his chest.

There was a bulge there, and a package was stuffed.

Hidden under a deeper robe.

It's not that I'm afraid of being snatched away.

In a huge world, there are probably not many people who can grab small fish things.

Not to mention in a place like sorghum.

I'm just afraid that I'll accidentally get dirty.

What if you fall on a dog and chew along the way?

Zhang Xiaoyu thought.

Although the proprietress wrapped herself very well, Zhang Xiaoyu was still a little worried.

Leaving the fake capital, it is the territory of the rumor.

In fact, at that time, Zhang Xiaoyu could go directly from Baihe to the rumor.

Both places belong to the western part of Huangliang, at the foot of the Youhuang Mountains.

It's just probably because the world is peaceful, and being idle is also idle, and there happened to be an old acquaintance in the fake capital, so he took a detour to the fake capital and left a sword there.

After a detour, when I arrived at the rumor, it was naturally much later.

But it doesn't matter.

Zhang Xiaoyu thought calmly.

I'm just coming over and have a look.

Censer Valley is so famous in the world, I always have to come and see it.

There is some light snow in the mountains.

But a little further along, maybe there won't.

After the rumor, it is where the three cities of Southern Chu are located.

Snow is rarely seen there, and it is more difficult than seeing the avenue in the world.

It is because Xiaoxue's trail is very slippery, and the kind of dog and that Zhang Xiaoyu thought about is indeed not impossible.

All the way through the mountains and forests.

Gradually, I heard some melodious sounds.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't know if it was the mountain wind, or the stream wind, maybe it was just the snow wind.

The mountain breeze is like a harp, and the stream breeze is like a seer, so what is the snow wind like?

Zhang Xiaoyu thought curiously.

It's just a pity that he couldn't hear it, so he walked quietly on the mountain path.

It wasn't until the night was crumbling and a faint orange light appeared in the sky that Zhang Xiaoyu finally walked out of the mountain trail.

In front of me is an old cyan stone paved mountain path.

At the end of the trail there are small towns, in the faint morning light, like many black leaves, scattered and scattered outside the mountain.

Under the green eaves of the town, there are some small strange musical instruments like valleys, which sway slightly in the wind, and from time to time there are bursts of melodious and soothing sounds.

Beyond the town, the sight was far away, with some mountain peaks lying on the ground in the snow.

Surrounded by snow, there is a valley nestled quietly among the green hills.

The mountain breeze is like a harp, and the stream breeze is like a seer.

The morning breeze is sparse, and the evening breeze is far away.

Zhang Xiaoyu understood what was hanging under the eaves of the houses in those towns.

It is a musical instrument made from the valley of Qinser, which is formed by heaven and earth.

Probably the world can't blow that kind of sound, only hanging under the eaves, letting the morning breeze and twilight rain blow away, will those heaven and earth sound sound.

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled slightly and looked at the valley in the snow in the far side of the town, and then sat down on the stone steps that went down.

The distant wind blows the Qinser Valley under the eaves of the town, and also blows the Qinser Valley under the distant mountains.

In the fine snow in the world, there is the sound of piano.

Like.

Zhang Xiaoyu tilted his head and thought.

It's like a mountain stream and snow wind blowing an ancient tree full of musical notes.

So those notes fell like colorful leaves.

If......

If anything, Zhang Xiaoyu didn't continue to think about it.

I just think that such a place is probably really suitable for living a lifetime.

So where is that soft woman in a blue and white dress now?