On the high platform of the main peak of Wushan, the night dome and twilight are still quietly hanging above the ancient trees.

Yao Ji came as promised.

She has been wearing floral socks and small cloth shoes given to her by a woman named Li Qinghua in the world for a long time.

When she held an umbrella and walked up to this high platform step by step, the small socks under the long black skirt loomed, always looking like some flowers occasionally blooming.

So I couldn't avoid some melancholy, so I stood on the edge of the high platform and looked very melancholy towards a small town in the south.

There was a reunion where we would never see each other again.

The sword cliff woman with a peach blossom in her white hair still stood quietly on the other side of the high platform with her sword, standing under the tree and watching the falling skylight.

Yao Ji looked at the world for a long time, did not turn around, but still faced the direction of Huangliang, and said softly: "You people in the north always seem to like to meet in high places. ”

Qiushui stood under the ancient tree with his sword and said calmly: "Because the scenery in the high place is good, you can see the world, you can see the mountains and rivers, if the wind blows, the heart is relaxed, so it will eliminate a lot of boredom, and the people who talk about things will become calm." ”

Yao Ji said thoughtfully: "I see. ”

"It's more than that." Qiushui said lightly, "The high place is far away from the world, if everything really can't be discussed, when you need to move some hands, you can minimize the damage to the world." ”

"Like that cliff in the East China Sea?"

"It's also like the high platform of Wushan."

So even if Qiushui knew that Yao Ji was in the Huangliang Fake Capital, he still chose to meet Yao Ji in this Daze.

Yao Ji held the umbrella and stood quietly on the edge of the high platform.

Under the high platform, there was a scholar holding a scroll, leaning on the edge of a rock, quietly looking at the world beyond the clouds and mist, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, Yao Ji laughed softly, raised a hand, and said in a gentle tone: "Does the cliff master really dare to draw his sword?" ”

This ancient goddess in the world has always been gentle, but as the words fell, the human Styx flowing in the Yellow Mountains suddenly surged, and the power of the mighty Styx surged towards the high platform, like thousands of clouds, flowing in the twilight of the sky.

Qiushui just quietly held the ancient long sword that was submerged in the gray hair at the end, like piercing into the clouds.

"The sword is in my hand, so it's better not to bet on such a thing."

Yao Ji looked at the power of the Styx that flowed through her fingertips, and her tone finally brought some coldness.

"What if I wanted to try?"

The light of the world finally froze in these words, the twilight clouds no longer rolled, and the night grew old in a hurry.

Qiushui also just said calmly: "Okay." ”

The good words of sword cultivation in the world will always be the only word in the world.

When this good word falls to the high platform.

The white-haired woman with a peach blossom hairpin also landed on the sword grid, and it seemed that she would pick this quaint sword out of its scabbard at any moment.

Yao Ji listened to the small voice coming from the other end of the high platform behind her, and laughed softly.

"It stands to reason that the cliff master is like this, and he can be regarded as participating in the affairs of the world."

Qiushui said lightly: "I am Nantuo Great Demon Qiushui, not Mojian Cliff Qiushui, the goddess needs to know this." ”

Yao Ji fell silent, her gaze crossed the vast world, and fell to the twilight land in the extreme south of Huangliang.

There is no wind and snow there, and autumn is the ultimate of the year.

"Not to mention ....."

Qiu calmly held the long sword in his hand upside down, and the end of the scabbard was level with the peach blossom. Although the sword was not unsheathed, between the reversal of the scabbard, the power of the Styx that surrounded the entire high platform like flowing clouds was all shattered, and the clouds opened the sky, but the endless chill in the power of the Styx turned into a storm and fell to the world.

"The matter with the goddess may not be considered a human matter, so no matter what the point of view, Qiushui will always have a reason to ask something."

"What's that?"

Qiushui quietly looked at the snow chips that gradually condensed in the twilight, and said calmly: "The goddess has come back to the world, is it for the welfare of the world, or to be a god for herself?" ”

The scholar in the distance also raised his head suddenly, looking up at the woman in the black dress who was always quietly looking at the world on the high platform.

Yao Ji said softly, "The cliff lord thinks that the two are in conflict? ”

Qiu said quietly: "If it was more than two thousand years ago, before the collapse of the Southern Gods and Ghosts, the two would naturally not conflict, the world was weak at that time, and it was understandable to live under the gods and ghosts, and survive between heaven and earth, but the goddess needs to understand something." ”

Qiushui quietly looked at the world, the peaceful people, the vast world, and said word by word.

"The world will always be the world of the world."

Qiushui is naturally not Liu March, you need to look up to the woman who is reviving on the ancient tree, and try to analyze many things to prove yourself right or wrong.

Qiushui is not a prime minister, and when the literati talk about indignation, they will scold the street more than the world.

Autumn water is just autumn water.

It's just sword cultivation.

Whether it was once a human being, or later turned into a demon.

It's all just sword cultivation.

Sword cultivation doesn't need to be reasonable.

The sword in the hand is the truth.

So the short twelve words, Qiu Shui said very calmly, but more powerful than all arguments.

Yao Ji stood quietly under the umbrella and said softly, "Why don't you try again?" ”

Qiushui said slowly: "Of course you can try again." Otherwise, the world will not let you step on those winds and snows and go south. ”

There was silence on the high platform, and the two women, who had always turned their backs to each other in the twilight sky, finally turned around.

It's autumn water.

This woman, who had not spent much time in the world, quietly looked at the black-clothed goddess standing with an umbrella on the edge of the high platform.

Naturally, there is twilight and night on the high platform.

"Kyoto can give it to you, if you don't like it, you can stay in this Wushan, or you can go elsewhere in the world, find a place you like, and establish your kingdom of God."

Qiu said quietly.

"But you want the world, it's impossible."

Yao Ji turned back.

Night and twilight on the high platform finally meet.

Yao Ji quietly looked at the white-haired and orange-clothed woman under the tree, and then her eyes fell on her eyes, but she also exclaimed.

"What a flood of autumn water."

Qiushui said lightly: "The goddess praises falsely. ”

Yao Ji held the umbrella and walked slowly towards the autumn water, and the twilight evening breeze swept the fallen leaves on the high platform, flying on the side of the black dress.

"Actually, I don't like the human world." Yao Ji walked slowly and said softly. "This recovery is not something I want."

Yao Ji walked all the way, stopping in front of Qiu Shui before the words fell, and the two of them stood quietly in the twilight of the sky leaking under the ancient tree.

"Have you ever seen the kingdom of God collapse?" Yao Ji looked at the woman in front of her and asked slowly.

Qiushui frowned slightly, looked at the person in front of him, and said lightly: "No." ”

Yao Ji smiled softly and said, "I've seen it." ”

The ghost god in a long black dress turned his head to look at the dark yellow mountain range shrouded in wind and snow in the human world.

"Under the River Styx, we also call it the human world."

"In that world, the river of rebirth with everything returned rushed from top to bottom, and for thousands of years, no one could avoid it, even in the vast kingdom of God that supported an era, all gods also died in the afterglow of the decline of the kingdom of God."

Yao Ji turned back and looked at Qiushui with a sad expression.

"But what is more indestructible than the power of time is the cage that imprisons everything—we call it the world, and we call it the cage."

Autumn Water stood quietly in the twilight, listening to the man in front of him who had returned from the River Styx, telling a story that no one had ever heard before.

"I know what you're thinking." Yao Ji stood under the umbrella, stretched out a hand, and stroked a strand of white hair from her ear for Qiushui with pity, and whispered. "But my dear people."

"It's, something you can't break free from."

Autumn water is born in high cliffs, and it is also born in the river of autumn water.

Perhaps it is true that Yao Ji can be called a people.

Yao Ji let go of her hand, stood calmly in front of Qiushui, looked at the long sword that was overturned, and said indifferently calmly: "So I won't want a useless kingdom of gods, being a god for myself, merciful to the world, and letting the world return to the protection of the gods is the only choice - and my choice." ”

The woman in the black dress turned around and calmly walked under the high platform with an umbrella.

"Now you can draw your sword."

......

Cao Weiying squatted at the entrance of the town very melancholy, and muttered to himself with a sad face with the old dog who could only sleep well.

"Although sometimes there are more choices in the world, you can see more possibilities."

Grass said with a sigh as she drank her wine.

"But it's also easy to get caught in a dilemma, are you right or not?"

The old dog just raised his eyelids and glanced at the grass fireflies, and then hung his head again, lying listlessly on his front paws.

"You don't drink, I'm too bored to drink alone."

Cao Weiying handed the wine gourd in his hand to the old dog in front of him.

It's a pity that the old dog didn't pay attention to him, just changed the direction and continued to lie on his stomach.

The grass persuaded Hotaru to drink for a long time, but to no avail, so she sighed and stood up.

"Whoever forsakes me, he shall not remain in the day of yesterday. Those who disturb my heart will have many troubles today. Headache, headache, it's better to take a boat. ”

Cao Weiyi stepped on the fine snow of Tianshang Town, passed through the sea of flowers, walked under the peach tree, looked up at the heavenly dome of spring snow in the world, was silent for a long time, and then raised his head and drank half a gourd wine, carrying a shoulder of wind and snow, and stepped on a small boat and went with the stream.

As the so-called life is not satisfactory in the world, the Ming Dynasty distributed flat boats.

Naturally, it's just sending snow.

The snow on the top of the mountain on earth is still not finished.

......

Qingtian Road, Mountain Ballad House.

Uncle Qingtian Dao in the era of white wind and rain stood quietly on the small bridge in the fine snow lake.

But today is different from that day, and he is the only one here today.

A lake of fine snow, white head independent.

"The cliff master should be seeing the mountain ghosts."

Uncle Teacher said softly.

In the bamboo snow house by the lake, there was a somewhat weak voice from Bai Yuyu.

"Nothing."

Although he said that nothing happened, there was a soft cough in the hut.

The teacher was silent for a while, and said, "The Lord has just spied on the fate of the world?" ”

A voice from the room came softly: "Yes. ”

"What did the Span see?"

Uncle Teacher asked in a low voice.

The bamboo house was silent for a long time.

So Uncle Qingtiandao, who was standing in the fine snow, had more and more gray hair.

Even though he is an old-timer in the world, this Qingtian Dao veteran still flashed countless fears in his heart.

"My Qiankun hexagram technique is not as good as my senior brother." Bai Yuyu's voice finally sounded slowly, "So I don't see much." ”

The old man was silent.

"I only saw Lingnan, and there was a young man heading towards Nanyi City."

The old Taoist breathed a sigh of relief.

What kind of teenager in Lingnan is going to go, naturally it doesn't matter.

The important thing is that there will be nothing in the world, and there will be a teenager walking on the road to Nanyi City.

The people on the cliff went to meet the people in Daze, which was naturally news that no one in the world could know.

However, the whole world may not know.

This is the most shaky in the world in thousands of years.

That sword has only been unsheathed twice.

Once in the sky, once in the East China Sea 490,000 miles.

No one dares to bet on anything.

The two women who are still in the world are going to meet after all.

Bai Yuyu was still coughing in the middle of the mountain ballad, the fate that was entangled under that sword was far more serious than the consequences of the fate that spied on Yun Mengze in the first place.

Uncle Qingtian Dao sighed and looked at the bamboo house by the lake, and said softly: "The viewer should take care of his body. ”

The woman in the bamboo hut just kept coughing.

The old Taoist stood for a long time, turned around and left along the small bridge over the lake, and when he was halfway there, some sounds came from the bamboo house again.

"A trip to the next year is missing."

The old Taoist stopped, looking back at the bamboo house in the snow as if puzzled.

"What are you going to do?"

"Ask my senior brother, is there a lot more variables in the fate trajectory of the people under the umbrella."

The old Taoist didn't know what a person under the umbrella was, but he didn't ask anything, just bowed and said, "According to what the Lord said." ”

"Chen Huaifeng in the mountains?"

"Will the viewer see him?"

"No, just asking."

The old Taoist thought for a while and said, "I'm going to go down the mountain to find someone to drink tea." ”

There was a chuckle from the bamboo snow hut.

"It's a rare wonderful person in the Sword Sect, send some wolfberry tea later."

"Yes, Lord."

......

Le Chaotian played a strange tune today.

It's not that the situation doesn't match, but there are many fallacies.

Although Nandao can't play tunes, I've been listening to them for months, and I'm a little familiar with them.

It's just that Le Chaotian sat in the building and didn't finish the song, and Nandao had turned back dozens of times.

Although it's not a mistake in what song, Nan Lang Gu.

But it is precisely because of this that it is enough to explain the difference in the state of Le Chaotian today.

Probably Le Chaotian also realized that something was wrong, sighed, pushed away the piano in front of him, stood up, and lay on the guardrail to watch the snowstorm that gradually got up again.

Nandao put down the wine jug in his hand and looked at Le Chaotian at the other end of the corridor of the small building very strangely.

"What's wrong with Senior Brother today?"

Le Chaotian tilted his head and thought about it, and said, "I'm a little restless, maybe I haven't slept well recently." ”

Nan Dao was silent for a while, and said, "If I'm not mistaken, my junior brother has been sleeping every day recently, and he has rarely been awake. ”

"Senior brother thinks I'm sleeping, but in fact, I'm wandering in the world, walking with a sword."

"Did the junior brother gain anything?"

"Nope."

Nandao then understood that it was probably a fugue dream on earth.

Le Chaotian sighed and lay there for a long time, and then said: "Forget it, there is wine today and drunk today, tomorrow will be sad tomorrow, senior brother, give me some wine." ”

Wine is naturally the best thing in the world.

Nandao pushed the wine jug over the corridor, Le Chaotian held down the wine jug that had slid over, but instead of holding the wine jug to drink it as Sven as before, he opened his five fingers, grabbed the wine jug directly, and then raised his head to his lips and took a big sip.

Nandao looked at Le Chaotian strangely today, not knowing what happened to make him look so weird.

Le Chaotian put down the flask and raised his hand to wipe the wine on his lips.

He turned his head to look down the canyon.

"Anyway, why didn't those two little boys come up to play today?"

Nan Dao smiled and said, "If you haven't seen you for a day, your junior brother will miss them?" ”

Le Chaotian turned the wine jug beside him and said, "It's not because you're too boring, senior brother. ”

Nandao chuckled softly, but didn't say anything.

As for Lu Xiaoer and Lu Xiaosan.

Probably before the Chinese New Year, it was difficult to see the two of them.

After all, he secretly did some bad things, and he was a little weak-hearted, Lu Xiaosan was okay, he was giggling all day long, and he might not be noticed for anything.

Lu Xiaoer can't do it, after all, he always holds the sword cultivation shelf on weekdays, and suddenly he has a strange look, which always makes people suspect that there is a ghost in his heart.

It was Lu Xiaosan who was hanging around in the Sword Sect with the little earth dog who had changed his name to Lu Xiaoxiao, while Lu Xiaoer was hiding under the Little White Waterfall with anxiety, practicing his sword a little absentmindedly.

Le Chaotian sighed for a long time, then leaned on the railing, looked at Nandao who was sitting with his knees crossed, thought for a while, and said, "Senior brother." ”

"Huh?"

Nandao turned his head and looked at Le Chaotian suspiciously.

"If you have a sword in your hand, and you can kill the wicked by drawing the sword, but it will cause the destruction of human beings in the world, will you draw it?"

Nandao was silent for a long time, quietly looking at the umbrella in his hand, and then said softly: "I don't know. ”

Le Chaotian leaned on the railing and said: "Just assume, suppose you have a sword, you can think boldly....."

Nandao said calmly: "I don't have to think boldly. ”

Le Chaotian looked at the young man in the corridor, and the young man's gaze fell on the umbrella bone, so Le Chaotian's gaze also fell.

Inside and outside the umbrella, there is wind and snow.

"Because I do have such a sword in my hand."

Nandao whispered, "So I don't know. ”

People who don't have a sword in their hands can naturally think presumptuously.

But if you have a sword in your hand, you can't do it.

If you think about it, it may become a choice in the future.

Nandao looked down at the sword on his knees, one called Peach Blossom and the other called Parrot Island.

"So I'll try not to let myself fall into that choice."

The story of ten miles of wind and snow outside Nanyi City.

Maybe one lecture is enough.