Everything returns to the main peak of Wushan.

Qiushui did not draw his sword.

just let Yao Ji leave this high platform.

Ziyuan held the scroll and waited for a long time by the mountain rock under the stage, only to see the white-haired woman with peach blossoms dragging a twilight down, standing on the edge of the mountain and quietly looking at the clouds and mist and the sky outside the mountain.

"The cliff lord has revealed a flaw."

Zi Yuan said softly.

Autumn nodded quietly.

"Yes."

The turning point of everything started when Yao Ji turned around.

And until then.

"I said that the world will only be the world of the world." Qiushui held his sword and said slowly, "Start here." ”

Start with this sentence.

"The goddess knows that it is absolutely impossible for the cliff lord to draw his sword." Ziyuan said with regret, "A person who thinks about the world will never ignore the world and pull out this sword without fear to prevent her from accomplishing something." ”

"Yes."

Qiushui said calmly.

"When I'm sitting on a cliff, I can look at nothing, think about nothing, but not when I'm walking on earth."

Qiushui looked up at the highest and deepest places of the Youhuang Mountain Range.

"I only see the world, I don't see people, I'm not Ji Wuxu, I can't do this."

Ziyuan looked at the woman deeply, then turned his head and said softly; "What are you going to do after that?"

Qiushui shook his head and said calmly, "Let her go." ”

Since Qiushui is a flawed person, he naturally won't care about such a thing anymore.

There are all kinds of things in the world, and you can't force them.

The two armies are facing each other, and the people who really can't see each other are not her Qiushui and Yaoji.

Ziyuan sat on the edge of the mountain and rock, watching the white-haired woman holding the sword and leaving, probably going back to her homeland.

If you don't return to your homeland, how can you be buried in another land?

Qiushui probably never regarded Mojian Cliff as his true homeland.

It's just the southern extension, it's just the autumn water, it's just the yellow mountain range covered with barren black soil on the rocks.

The scholar stood up, followed from a distance, and saw him off.

Until she walked out of this Daze Mountains.

Ziyuan stood at the foot of the mountain on the edge of Daze and bowed dignifiedly.

"Slow down."

"Hmm."

Qiushui did not look back, took two peach blossoms, walked quietly in the world, and went south.

Ziyuan stood there for a long time, then turned around, looked at the woman in the black dress holding an umbrella who came out of the green mountain, bowed and said softly, "The goddess hasn't left yet?" ”

Yao Ji stood quietly beside the green hills, the twilight gradually disappeared into the world, and the whole Daze fell into the pouring sky again.

"Because I'm really gambling on something."

Yao Ji said softly.

"Although I know that such a sword may not be drawn at all." Yao Ji turned her head to look at Ziyuan on the edge of Daze, and said slowly, "But after all, at that time, I was the existence of being picked by the world above the blade of the sword. ”

Zi Yuan smiled softly and said, "So in fact, the goddess has no bottom in her heart. ”

"Yes."

Yao Ji opened the hand holding the umbrella slightly.

There is a lot of sweat in the palms.

Ziyuan didn't look at Yao Ji again, but turned his head, and the twilight had disappeared into some December snowstorm.

"What does the goddess want to do next?"

"Do nothing until she leaves the world." Yaoji said indifferently in her voice, "You can bet once, but you can't bet a second time, listening to some stories will naturally be a different choice than seeing those stories that are told before you are about to return." ”

Ziyuan quietly watched the wind and snow at the end of December in the world.

"On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, it is the Taiyi Festival." The scholar with handsome eyebrows and eyes said softly, "Where is the goddess going to put it?" ”

When Yao Ji heard this, she also became stunned, and then said slowly: "Don't Ying." ”

Ziyuan also stood on the edge of the wind and snow and sighed.

"Don't be young, I haven't heard this name in the world for more than 2,000 years."

Maybe sometimes you hear some of it.

After all, the ancient Chu palace was still left in the palace of the fake capital.

Yaoji didn't speak, just quietly held the umbrella, walked past Daze, and passed by Ziyuan, until she walked out of the Wushan range and stepped in the wind and snow in the world, the woman in the black dress turned around and looked at Ziyuan quietly.

"Actually, you shouldn't call me a goddess, Ziyuan."

Yao Ji looked deeply at the scholar-like person for a long time, and then turned around and stepped on the snow with an umbrella.

"You should call me a mountain ghost like you did back then."

Ziyuan quietly lowered his head, looked at the scroll in his hand, and after a long time, turned around and walked towards Dazezhong.

"Yes, Mountain Oni-sama."

A miasma of fog came in and obscured everything.

......

Zhang Xiaoyu stood silently on the streets of Beizhen in the archway.

The girl in the blue and white dress south of the torii waited quietly in the light snow for a long time while holding on to the wall, and then slowly turned around and left.

The woman from the north was no longer visible.

Her eyes were blinded during a night struggle in April.

The white-clothed sword cultivator, who also came from the north, stood there silently and blankly, and it was clearly just a light snow in the world.

But he was overwhelmed by the wind and snow.

He raised his hand, held it up in the air for a long time, and then lowered it again.

The sound of the piano is still slowly wafting in the town.

Jian Xiu's eyes were red from the north, he raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and followed without saying a word.

——

Promise me, endure the pain, and walk through this town without saying a word.

Go meet her.

——

Zhang Xiaoyu followed behind Li Qinghua blankly, watching how she groped for the root of the wall, little by little through the towns covered with light snow, leaving gentle footprints, walked to the tail of an alley, groped and pushed open the cyan door, and locked herself into the darkness.

Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes were red and he stopped in front of the door that was slowly closed, and raised his eyes to look at everything around him.

The walls of the alley were covered with old withered spring moss, and among those mosses, where a certain hand had touched it, there was a line of messy and deep traces.

Someone quietly, day after day, pushed open the door, leaned against the wall, and walked all the way to the north-south alley, stopped there, and looked at it for a long time.

Zhang Xiaoyu raised the hand that had been used to hold the sword and pressed it into the palm prints that had worn the wall into mottled pieces.

Zhang Xiaoyu pulled his hand out of those palm prints, clenched it into a fist, and released it again, bending his two fingers slightly, but he stopped at the moment when he was about to knock on the courtyard door, and then let go, pressed on the door, and gently pushed it open.

The eaves of the courtyard were very low, the yard was very small, and the wind and snow had accumulated a lot, and the woman who had just begun to grope her way towards the small house in the courtyard turned her head back with a haggard face and doubts, and stretched out her hand, maybe feeling the wind in the light snow today, maybe waiting for someone to come over and hold that hand.

So there was some sword wind in the courtyard.

The old courtyard door creaked and swayed.

It turned out to be the wind.

Li Qinghua thought like this, groped again, walked back little by little, stretched out her hand and touched for a long time, and finally touched the two courtyard doors, and quietly closed them again.

Zhang Xiaoyu was not outside the door, but just stood by the door, looking at this haggard and quiet woman with red eyes.

Li Qinghua closed the door, fumbled and pushed the door bolt in, and then walked towards the yard, until she stopped under the familiar eaves, until there was no snow on her face, Li Qinghua stopped, found the stove that was about to go out because it had not been added firewood for a while, and stopped by the stove.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood in the snow in the courtyard, looking at the woman who was much thinner than before, and began to grope for firewood in the darkness, until the temperature in the stove gradually rose, and the firelight fell on the emaciated face of the girl who had been waiting for a long time in this small snow town, and the sadness in those expressions was illuminated at a glance.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't say anything, didn't do anything, just stood in the courtyard in a daze and pain.

Looking at a certain December morning, a certain girl from Nanyi City, in the courtyard of the town, quietly cooked some rice and ate quietly.

As if everything was no different from those stories from a long time ago.

She was still wearing a cleanly washed blue and white dress, looking haggard and a little sad, but she still had the soft taste she had at the beginning, and when she ate, she was also quiet.

It's just that nothing can be seen.

Just sitting by the stove, baking a fire, facing the wind and snow in the yard.

The white-clothed sword cultivator in the wind and snow stood in front of the stove and didn't say anything.

Just quietly drenched in the wind and snow.

He didn't take out the blue and white dress in his arms.

Zhang Xiaoyu thought about it a lot.

For example, is this dress pretty?

But now he can't ask.

So I can't take it out.

He couldn't even say that I'm here, Li Qinghua.

Just standing in the yard and watching empty-handed.

This young cultivator from the Mountain and River View and from the Human Sword Sect was empty-handed.

Nothing.

Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head in the wind and snow and burst into tears.

......

That smile in April.

Zhang Xiaoyu was not able to see it.

......

An old woman in the alley may have seen two lines of footprints at the door of the small courtyard at dusk, and she kindly knocked on the door to inquire about the situation.

Li Qinghua was sitting by the fire, dozing quietly.

It was Zhang Xiaoyu in the yard who opened the door.

When the old man saw the young man in white clothes and dirty, he raised his cane very vigilantly.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked out of the courtyard with the scabbard on his back, turned around and gently closed the courtyard door.

Probably because he caught a glimpse of Zhang Xiaoyu's somewhat red and swollen eyes, as well as Li Qinghua, who was sleeping quietly on the fire in the courtyard, the old man didn't give Zhang Xiaoyu a crutch to his head when he closed the door.

Zhang Xiaoyu closed the door, looked at the cyan courtyard door for a long time, raised his hand to wipe his eyes, turned around, and opened his mouth first without waiting for the old man to say what to question.

"My name is Zhang Xiaoyu, and I'm from Nanyi City."

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the old woman who looked vigilant and said softly.

"Can you tell me, that girl in the yard, when did she become like this?"

The old woman was still a little vigilant, looking at this young man with a sad expression, some regret and some dazedness.

"What's her name?"

"Li Qinghua, plum of plum, blue of blue, flower of flowers."

Zhang Xiaoyu said softly.

The old woman took the crutches, stood in the alley and snow, and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu for a long time before putting down the crutches in her hand.

"We don't know, maybe you'll need to ask her yourself."

The old woman looked at the courtyard gate behind Zhang Xiaoyu very regretfully, stood under the eaves of Xiaoxue on crutches, and said slowly.

"She stumbled to this town at the end of May with a scar."

"When the townspeople saw her, she sat on the side of the mountain road north of the town, carrying a tattered bag, quietly holding a branch, and listening to the sound of the valley of the Chinser."

"We didn't know she was blind at the time....."

The old woman said, looking at the sadness that flashed on Zhang Xiaoyu's face, and changed her mouth again.

"We didn't know at the time that she couldn't see, we just thought she was resting. After all, sometimes there are people who come here to listen to the reputation of the Censer Valley. ”

"Until she later fell off the trail."

The old woman sighed.

"She came from Kyoto, and she stumbled on the road alone, and I don't know how many times she fell."

"She's going to the other side of town, and she says she's going to build a little yard out of that valley."

"The people in the town took pity on her and didn't help her. Just told her that her money couldn't build a small yard, which made her stay in the town. ”

When the old woman said this, she stopped, and her old and cloudy eyes looked deeply at the young man with the scabbard in front of her.

"She should be waiting for someone, every day she will touch the wall, go to the end of the town, stand there and wait for a long time......"

After a long silence, Zhang Xiaoyu finally spoke: "Yes. ”

The old woman looked at the young man in front of her for a long time.

"Is he coming?"

Zhang Xiaoyu raised his head and looked at the wind and snow blankly, his lips trembled slightly, but he didn't say anything.

The old woman didn't look at Zhang Xiaoyu again, picked up her crutches, and pointed to a small courtyard not far from the alley.

"The people in the town told her about her family, a carpenter surnamed Liu in that yard."

Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly lowered his head and looked at the old woman in front of him in a daze.

The old woman ignored him and continued.

"He was thirty years old, his father and mother died early, he grew up eating hundreds of family meals in the town, and later learned to do carpentry, and he helped people make some wooden Qinser Valley on weekdays, and he could eat well, at least he could afford a family."

"The people in the town feel very good, and everyone understands that this is not a wishful thing, but living in a small town is like this, a person can't see anything, there is always someone to take care of it."

Zhang Xiaoyu stood there in a daze.

"What about her?"

The old woman whispered, "She did not agree, nor did she let the carpenter accompany her through the alley to the street and wait for someone, but walked quietly alone." ”

"But you have to know that it is very hard for an invisible person to live alone for a lifetime."

"To put it mildly, she is still young, and she still has a beautiful appearance and body that people can covet, and when she is old, her eyebrows and eyes begin to wrinkle, her breasts begin to dry and sag, and her hands and feet begin to dry up, who would want to take care of such a person?"

The old woman calmly said that cruel thing, and stood in front of the courtyard gate on crutches, looking at the young sword cultivator struggling in front of her for a long time.

"If you can stay, stay, if you can't, don't."

There was silence in the alley.

The fine snow paved the lanes, the evening breeze blew the eaves, and the Qinser valley hanging on the eaves swayed and made a whimpering sound.

The courtyard door behind him suddenly opened.

The girl in the blue and white dress with some snow on her head stood behind the door very blankly.

"Is Granny Li you?"

The old woman looked at the girl behind Zhang Xiaoyu with pity, and said softly, "Yes, it's me." ”

"Who are you talking to?"

"It's nothing, I'm talking to myself, isn't it almost the New Year, want to see if you need help?"

Li Qinghua stood at the door and thought for a while, and said, "Then can you help me buy a new dress?" I've been wearing this dress for a long time. ”

"Okay, anything else?"

Li Qinghua stood at the door holding the door, thinking for a long time before lowering her head and whispering, "Let him help me make a wooden Qinsegu and hang it on the eaves." ”

The alleys are silent.

This sword cultivator from the north naturally won't make a wooden piano in Sudor Valley.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked back at the soft and weak girl at the door in a daze.

The old woman stood under the eaves, was silent for a long time, and said softly, "Okay." ”

The courtyard door was slowly closed again.

The girl in the blue and white dress may have quietly groped her way back to the eaves in the courtyard with her memory.

Zhang Xiaoyu sat down at the gate of the courtyard.

There are no steps here.

Maybe there were, but when there was an invisible girl living in the yard, it was demolished.

So this young man in white just sat in the snow.

The old woman looked at him no more, and walked out of the alley on crutches, and knocked on a courtyard door.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked over there with blank eyes, and when the old woman walked in, he turned his head back again, lowered his head, and looked at the snow in the alley under him.

Maybe it's too cold to sit.

So Zhang Xiaoyu stood up again, bent over and leaned against the wall and walked out of the alley.

Walking in the snow, gasping for breath, as if he was going to die.

This young Shanhe Guan and the Human Sword Sect is an extremely outstanding disciple, and this cultivator who is above the vast majority of cultivators in the world.

Walk in the snow in the alley.

I felt like I might be going to die.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked all the way to the entrance of the alley by holding on to the wall, stopped at Xiaoxue's street, and then squatted down like a dog in embarrassment, covering his chest and wiping his tears.

When the people of the town passed by, they all looked at this place in bewilderment, at the young man who was crying silently.

Maybe I wanted to ask what was going on, but looking at the tattered scabbard behind the young man in white, and the filth like blood splashed on his body, he didn't really come to ask.

The carpenter who was told of Li Qinghua's needs by the old woman and poked his head out of the door was stout and stout, perhaps a little short-sighted, and looked at the alley not far away in confusion.

"Why is there a Dalmatian?"