Zhang Xiaoyu rested for a while on the stone steps into the town, then stood up and walked towards the town.

The color of the snow in the town is not obvious, and occasionally there is a thin layer wrapped in the green tiles, not like snow or frost, but like some sparsely falling white flowers.

The alleys of the town are very old and cramped, and although there is only some snow hanging on the eaves, Zhang Xiaoyu always feels that there should be some sporadic dripping sounds in such a place.

Then I remembered that it was snow, not rain.

An old man from the town who got up early came from the other side of the alley with a pot in his hand.

Zhang Xiaoyu got out of the way very interestingly, and leaned against the wall to let the old man walk over.

The old man with his waist hunched walked over, but he turned around again and looked Zhang Xiaoyu up and down.

"Are you from Huai'an?"

Zhang Xiaoyu shook his head and said with a smile, "I'm Naruto Shika." ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, then looked at the smile on Zhang Xiaoyu's face, and said with a sneer: "Fart, how can there be a deer Naruto who doesn't cover his ears." ”

Compared with Huai'an Huangliang, two places that have to start from time to time, the country at the extreme north of the Youhuang Mountain Range, which hides in the wind and snow all year round, obviously has no sense of existence.

The world's impression of them has become simple and crude.

Walking in the wind and snow all day long, it is natural to cover your ears to prevent freezing.

Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled softly and said, "Since the old man knows that I am not Naruto Shika, what else do you have to ask." ”

The old man said, "What if you are a Huangliang man?" ”

Huangliang naturally also wears white clothes, and there are also those with sword scabbards on their backs, and there are very few people of both kinds, and these two characteristics are naturally few when they are put together.

Zhang Xiaoyu nodded and said, "It makes sense, so what does the old man ask for?" ”

The old man carried the evasive pot, looked at the spots on Zhang Xiaoyu's white clothes over and over again, and then said slowly: "Are you killing pigs?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu shook his head.

"It looks like human blood."

Zhang Xiaoyu looked down at his white clothes, although the blood had turned black, it could still be seen that they should have been bright red.

"Yes, I killed a lot of people, and I'm still a Huangliang person." Zhang Xiaoyu said with a soft smile.

The old man didn't have any fear, but said with some embarrassment: "If you are talking about those who went north from the south with those wizards, then they naturally deserve it. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu became interested, leaned against the wall and looked at the old man and said, "What do you say." ”

"It's been a long time since they calmed down, and it's stupid for them to provoke such a thing again." The old man probably thought it was a very stupid thing, and stood in the cramped alley and spat excitedly.

Zhang Xiaoyu took a few steps back, nodded and said, "That makes sense, but don't get excited, old man." ”

The old man became more and more indignant, walked back with the pot, stretched out his finger and pointed: "Don't talk about Da Chu, it is a thousand years ago, although we people still say that we Huangliang people, you Huai'an people, they Lu Naruto, but who doesn't know very well in their hearts, we are all Gale people?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu glanced at the dangling pot in the old man's hand and nodded sincerely.

"Yes, Uncle is right, I don't know what illness they are committing, besides, isn't our Majesty Kamigawa also a Huangliang person? Uncle, you are dissipated, it really can't be done, let's go and solve the things in our hands first, okay? ”

The old man thought for a moment and said, "It's okay, let's solve it here." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, and looked at this small alley, although it was cramped, although it was shabby, and although the stone slabs under his feet were uneven, but at least it was not very dirty, so it was solved here, is it really good?

The old man seemed to finally understand something, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu strangely, and said, "Do you think this is that thing?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu said sluggishly: "Isn't it? ”

"Fuck you! This is the wine that Lao Tzu just cooked in the morning, and I plan to go and sit in the back for a while! ”

The old man was probably a grumpy lord when he was young, and he either farted or let your mother fart.

Zhang Xiaoyu reacted and apologized very sincerely: "I'm sorry, I was wrong." ”

So it's not unreasonable to just say it's a pot.

The old man took a deep breath, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu who was so sincere, but he didn't continue to care, beckoned to Zhang Xiaoyu, and sat down in front of someone else's door.

Zhang Xiaoyu thought about it and sat down, but he still looked at the pot in the old man's hand vigilantly.

The old man looked around, stood up, and plucked the musical instrument from the eaves of the house, and poured it directly into a cup.

This set of actions made Zhang Xiaoyu stunned.

The old man put the wine aside and pushed it to Zhang Xiaoyu on the steps, "If you don't have a cup, you can drink this." Then he took the flask and drank it.

It seems that it is indeed alcohol inside.

However, when Zhang Xiaoyu picked up the instrument cup, he still smelled it very cautiously, and when he saw the old man's angry eyes, Zhang Xiaoyu laughed and said, "No, no, just kidding." ”

After all, this kind of behavior is equivalent to questioning that someone else is drinking urine.

The appearance is very novel, the instrument that can barely be used as a cup is still not so dirty, probably wind and rain, and it is always washed relatively clean day by day, but there are a few grass wool in it, Zhang Xiaoyu didn't care, and drank a big sip directly.

The old man drank his wine and began to talk again.

"You all know that Your Majesty is a Huangliang person or a Nanchu person, I don't know what kind of rebellion they have made. A bunch of idiots! If only I had been there..."

Zhang Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows, looked at the old man and said, "Your old man used to be Nan Chuwu?" ”

The old man said, "That's not true, I used to be a small captain of the 800,000 Warrior Black Armor. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu complimented: "It's amazing." ”

The old man naturally could see that Zhang Xiaoyu's compliment was very hypocritical, but he didn't care.

"If Lao Tzu is still in the south, rebel? I fucking retorted him first. ”

"Hahaha."

Zhang Xiaoyu's smile this time was very sincere.

The old man smirked as he drank his wine.

"But don't you know, uncle, why are they going north?"

"I know, why don't I know, when they passed the rumors, they still instigated us to go together, Lao Tzu is not a fool, is that goddess really here, the ghost knows, besides, what if you come? If the goddess of Huangliang really came for the sake of the world, would she first instigate the 800,000 troops who were firmly guarding the extreme south to send them to death? ”

The old man drank his wine very indignantly, and said, "I heard that they will rebuild the temple next year, and what will create an era of blind date between man and god." Fart, if the blind date is useful, Lao Tzu will be alone for so many years? ”

"......" Zhang Xiaoyu hesitated for a while and said, "Is there a possibility that the blind date they are talking about is not the kind of blind date you think you are, uncle?" ”

The old man waved.

"It's all the same, it's the same."

The old man drank his wine heavily, and the wind from the distant mountains blew the snow and the valley of the Qinser that hung in those towns.

The alley is melodious and soothing.

The old man squinted into the distance, but fell silent.

"Forget it, forget it, let them make a mess by themselves, they can't be angry with their bodies."

Zhang Xiaoyu laughed softly, drank wine and didn't say anything more.

The old man looked at the musical instrument in Zhang Xiaoyu's hand that was about to be drunk to the bottom, and lifted the wine jug in his hand.

"Again?"

Zhang Xiaoyu sighed and said, "Forget it, uncle, did you add bitter herbs here?" ”

The old man nodded.

Zhang Xiaoyu was full of admiration.

Wildflowers make tea, bitter herbs make wine, and the Huangliang people probably don't know why they like to drink it like this.

Some people say that it came from the town demon division in Kyoto, which has long been abandoned, and some people say that it came from the Hanging Temple of the rumor.

Zhang Xiaoyu drank the wine in the instrument, then stood up, looked up at the eaves, and said, "How to hang it." ”

"Just hang it up and don't fall off."

Zhang Xiaoyu then hung it up, so the little Qin Segu who had just finished filling the wine also began to sound in the wind.

"It's amazing."

The old man glanced at Zhang Xiaoyu while drinking, and said, "You Huai'an people always make a fuss. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu laughed.

"Anyway, you're a Huai'an.... Sword cultivation? It should be called that, what are you doing here? ”

Zhang Xiaoyu subconsciously touched the thing in his arms, and then laughed softly and said, "Come and take a look, I heard that the wind of the morning and twilight mountain streams here is very good." ”

The old man nodded approvingly, and said, "That's right, after I left from the extreme south, I passed by here, and I didn't plan to go back. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the old man and said, "Is it really so pleasant? ”

The old man said with some emotion: "That's not just because of this. It's just that I went to the extreme south at the age of 20 and spent 40 years in the sea, and I probably went back, and there was nothing good to see. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the old man quietly for a long time, and said, "The sea is the sea, so what is there in the extreme south deep ocean?" ”

The old man was silent for a while, and said: "I don't know, maybe there is really nothing, but the world is not at ease, I always feel that there is such a vast ocean on the other side, maybe there is no other shore, that is the depths of the ocean, there will be something dangerous." ”

The black armor of the sea has a history of thousands of years.

There is a clear history that runs almost through the land.

Especially after the Gale Dynasty, most of Huangliang's troops were concentrated in the extreme south.

"Sometimes we stand on the promontory and look over there all day and all night, but we still don't see anything, just the sea, I heard that there are 490,000 miles beyond the East China Sea in the north, and there are people in the extreme south, I don't know how many miles, in short, there is no end, probably because of this, it is called the endless deep ocean."

"Cape?" Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the old man and asked.

"At the end of a continuous mountain range at the very edge of Nantuo, there is a very high cliff, and under the cliff is the sea, which we call the cape."

"I see." Zhang Xiaoyu said, and said slowly, "Probably there is indeed no end outside the world. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu thought about the legend of 490,000 miles in the East China Sea.

"Maybe there is an end, but when you get there, the inch will become a ruler, the ruler will become a zhang, and the zhang will become a li. So endless, probably farther away than sorrow. ”

The old man looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said very curiously: "This is the northern saying? ”

"Yes."

The old man tilted his head and thought for a long time, and said, "So it is possible that the endless deep ocean, only an inch of the cape?" But this inch will be distorted infinitely? ”

Zhang Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows and looked at the old man and said, "I thought you were just a reckless man, uncle." ”

"Fuck you! Lao Tzu was also a famous scholar in Shili and Eight Townships, and a student who graduated from the Hanging Xue Fengwu Institute in Xiqi Town, Baihe City, in three years. It's just that the sea breeze blows a lot, and the mouth is salty and smelly. ”

The old man is still very self-aware.

Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled softly.

The old man sighed again and said, "Forget it, such a thing is not something that ordinary people like us can figure out. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu said with a smile: "The cultivation world may not have figured it out either. ”

But the young man spoke, but was silent for a while, and said, "Maybe they once understood, but they hid everything again. ”

The old man tilted his head to look at this inexplicably melancholy young man, and said slowly, "It looks like you should be a very powerful cultivator in the north. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows and said, "How does Uncle know, has my reputation spread so far?" ”

The old man smiled and said, "Because you northern cultivators, the higher the realm, the more melancholy you are. ”

"It's true, the realm is low, it's just anxiety, always worried that I won't be able to finish those roads in my life, and when the realm is high, I start to panic again, worrying about what to do if I really finish the road in this life."

Which is more cruel, the endless road or the road with no follow-up?

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't know.

He's just a man walking on the road.

The old man looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "So how tall are you kid?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled softly and said, "The waves are stacked. ”

The old man probably didn't understand, and said very perfunctorily: "Well, young people are promising, young people are promising." ”

Probably if you understand, it won't be a young man.

The two were talking, but the door behind them suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man poked his head out with a blank look on his face, looking at the two.

"What are you sitting here for?"

Zhang Xiaoyu thought for a while and said, "Talk about life ideals and explore love and peace." ”

The man was silent, and looked at the old man on the side again, "You old man drink less, in case one of you doesn't pay attention and dies near here, we will be responsible for this alley." ”

The old man snorted twice and said, "I don't think you can see me happy." ”

The man looked helpless, so he simply closed the door and went back to the house.

Zhang Xiaoyu and the old man are probably indeed talking about life ideals, love and peace and the like.

As we all know, if you don't ask the common people, you will be scolded for asking ghosts and gods.

So Zhang Xiaoyu did the opposite, sincerely asking the common people.

The old man was almost drunk, probably also disturbed by the man who suddenly appeared, stood up, said goodbye to Zhang Xiaoyu, and walked in the direction where he came with the pot.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked up at the sky, although it was occasionally a time of fine snow, but the sky was much brighter than before.

So after the old man left, Zhang Xiaoyu also stood up and walked along the alley to the outside.

A small town is naturally a small town, but it can also be said to be a large town.

At the foot of this gentle mountain, which stretches for more than ten miles, are all towns, some are called Autumn Leaf Town, and some will be Spring Leaf Town, probably when the people of the town stand on the mountain and look down, they will also feel that these scattered towns are like leaves.

The leaves are thin, so the eaves on both sides of the streets are not high, just as the old man plucked the Rice Valley of the house with a lift of his hand.

The mountain snow town is lazy and gets up early, and the green eaves old alleys live in spring.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked all the way, the town was sparsely populated, and there were a few people, and they were just walking in the alley with a pot in their eyes.

These jugs probably aren't really wine.

Zhang Xiaoyu thought about the old man holding such a pot of wine, and his expression became a little strange.

Did that thing hold anything else before?

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't dare to think about it anymore.

The town is very long, along the town of a river that says that the river is too small, that the stream is too wide, although the town is continuous, but those streets still have some old archways from time to time, written such and such a town.

The young man with the scabbard on his back walked very comfortably in the quiet Xiaoxue Town, occasionally hearing some sawing wood, I don't know what he was doing, probably the New Year is approaching, and he always has to add some new equipment to the house.

Of course, it is also possible that they are simply sawing firewood.

As we walked, there was some smell of fireworks in the town, such as firewood, such as charcoal fires.

There was also some commotion in the distance.

Zhang Xiaoyu stopped at the intersection of the two small towns, looked up at the mountains and snow in the human town, and listened to the whispers of those reassuring towns.

The sky is chaotic, hazy, and blurry.

There is a clear distinction between the world.

The mountain is the mountain, the water is the water, and the clouds and mist are the foot and the top of the mountain.

The veins between the towns are clear, and walking around, you can always find your own alley.

But Li Qinghua.

I probably can't live like this anymore.

Zhang Xiaoyu laughed softly, thinking sadly.

Then when he lowered his head, he was stunned.

A girl with a haggard face and a sad expression, dressed in a little blue and white dress, stood quietly at the end of the street in another town.

"Li ......"

Zhang Xiaoyu just said such a word in a low voice, and then fell silent.

Li Qinghua didn't see him, just leaned against the wall and stood there quietly.

Li Qinghua didn't see anything, just stood there with a sad expression in her eyes.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood in a daze in the town north of the archway.

The handwriting on the old cyan archway has been a little blurred, missing some strokes, falling some mountain leaves, and covering some old snow.

The wind of rumors is the wind of mountain ballads, and it is also the wind of distantness.

The distant wind blew the sound of the distant valley and fell over the light snow into the town.

It's about full of sorrow.