The 23rd day of December, 103 year of the Great Wind Calendar.

Liu March, who was rarely sober, sat quietly at a bridgehead behind the back alley of the Liuhe River.

Opposite him, a woman in orange was slowly walking through a cloud of fine snow.

Liu March looked up at the woman quietly, as if she wanted to laugh, but his face was distorted, and he probably laughed like a hideous evil star.

Liu March naturally knew what she looked like now, but she didn't care, just laughed softly.

"I didn't expect the cliff lord to come and see me."

The woman with a peach blossom stopped in the center of the stone bridge, looking at the willow river with some sporadic lights drifting away with the snow in the night.

After watching quietly for a long time, Qiu Shui opened his mouth and said calmly: "After all, you are the only person in the world today who has a deep intersection with Yao Ji. ”

Liu March said softly: "If I could, I would rather not have these intersections." ”

Listening to this, Qiushui turned his head to look at the distorted Qingtian Dao man.

"Being able to say such things, Liu March, proves that the gamble with Yao Ji at the beginning, you have begun to decline."

Liu March was stunned for a long time, and then lowered her head and looked at the river in front of her.

There are some lanterns scattered in the wall of the alley of the back water, and the lights are flickering in the night snow, but it is not enough to illuminate this quiet long river, so that Liu March at the head of the bridge can take a look at his own look and read his own thoughts.

After a long silence, Liu March said slowly: "Yes. ”

"Since when?"

"I don't know, Cliff Master."

Maybe it's when those feelings of the fallen are inevitably left behind in the time of wakefulness.

Liu March didn't know, but just looked at Liu He for a long time.

"The cliff lord came to see me, just to tell me that I might be about to lose?"

Qiu said quietly: "Of course not, even when I see you, it just happens to be a passing thing." ”

Liu Yue turned back and looked somewhere in the night.

After walking along the Willow River for a while, and then passing through some alleys, there was an ancient, dusty priest hidden in the depths of the alley.

It was one of the nine divisions of Huangliang in the past, and the demon suppression division that came from the pawn division.

After the demon clan left the Youhuang Mountain Range, it became the Demon Crossing Division.

After the war in the world, Kamigawa accepted the throne of Li Ahsan in the north and pacified the world, and then came here.

This human demon who once grew up with a certain Zhongsi and Qiushui of the Demon Town Division under the teaching of a lame man in the Youhuang Mountain Range, did not mention whose path was right and whose path was wrong.

Just stood in front of the office that had fallen down for a long time, and then left a sentence.

- The demon clan has crossed, abandon it.

So the office was sealed.

Although Huangliang Fake Capital still has a complete set of governance systems that do not participate in human affairs, whether it is the Demon Suppression Division or the Demon Crossing Division, they no longer exist among the Nine Divisions.

Naturally, no one cares about it anymore.

Liu March looked at that side quietly, the history of Qingtian Dao was very long.

So he probably knew some of the things back then, but he didn't know as well as those people back then.

"Demon Division, Gou." Liu March said softly.

"Yes." Qiushui said very calmly, without any emotion, and then looked at Liu March on the side. "That's what I suddenly remembered to come to see you and talk to you."

Liu March looked seriously at the white-haired and orange-clad woman on the bridge.

"Cliff Master, please speak."

Qiushui looked at Liuhe quietly, perhaps thinking of the indifferent person holding the knife who listened to all the shouts in the world and listened to all the shouts in his heart, but finally walked away.

"Whether it's the sober Liu March, or the sinking Liu April, I hope you can make a choice, either really sober up, or sink forever, live between sobriety and chaos, you will never be able to walk out of that long river of pain. I know you're going to prove something to Yao Ji with yourself, but Liu March ....."

Qiushui turned his head to look at the silent man in the darkness at the bridge.

"What you can't prove, human nature is an undemonstrable existence, you can't prove sobriety by sinking, and vice versa, when you go into the quagmire, you will be permanently stuck in the quagmire, just like now, just like when you were in front of the palace of the King of Chu, you blamed everything to Yao Ji, and you feel that all the sins you have done come from Yao Ji's gift. You didn't just start to show signs of decline now, you were already beginning to lose control of your downfall at that time. ”

The high cliff is 3,600 zhang.

The people on the cliff naturally know everything.

Just never bothered.

If it weren't for this chance encounter, Qiushui probably wouldn't have come to meet this person who gambled with gods and ghosts.

Liu Yue sat there in silence.

"You just sink as you wish, with a moment of self-righteousness, to analyze and refute the crimes you committed in the chaos, and never changed, you let yourself sink into the boundless sea of misery little by little, and then stand on the shore of the sober as a victor, feeling that the sober self is incomparably noble. Liu March, you are wrong. ”

Liu March trembled and opened her mouth in a daze, but she couldn't say anything.

It was a long time before a hoarse voice came from the bridge.

"What should I do?"

"Discipline yourself." Qiushui may also think of the person who also sank at the beginning, and said softly and gently.

"The sin in his hands will tie his hands, and the sins in his mouth will be gagged, restraining his body, restraining his mind, and tying Liu Yueyue, who will sink to the world, to the bridge, locked in the spiritual platform, trapped in every square inch. Don't let him dominate himself, but let you change him. ”

Qiushui quietly looked at Liu March in the dark.

"This is a very simple question, Liu March, you see it too complicated under the influence of Yao Ji."

Liu Yueyue sat there in a daze, and then slowly knelt down and bowed to Qiushui with great piety and sincerity.

"Yes, Cliff Lord."

Qiushui looked at this bridgehead for a long time and did not choose to kneel down to worship the gods and ghosts, but knelt down to his Liu Yueyue.

"The Qingtian Dao should have been inherited by you, but since you refused, then you should go down your own path in the world completely."

Qiushui left the bridge with his sword in the night and walked towards the old office.

Maybe it will stay there for a long time, maybe it will just be a quick glance, a glimpse of the world back then, and then go straight away.

......

After Qiushui left, the woman in the black dress with an umbrella also came to this bridge.

Whether it is autumn water or Yao Ji, they are naturally in the fake capital.

However, the two may not have any intention of meeting on earth.

Just come and go like the world.

Yao Ji stood there, looking at Liu Yue kneeling in the darkness for a long time.

Then he walked away with an umbrella and stepped on the snow.

She knew that this man was not bowing to herself.

......

Someone walked down from the Yellow Mountains coughing in the wind and snow.

I walked into a small town at the bottom of the mountain, found a noodle restaurant, sat in the corner, and asked for a bowl of steaming noodles.

After eating two bites, I saw a person sitting quietly by the window of the noodle restaurant.

It's a thirty-year-old sword cultivator with sleeves and leggings.

The sword was placed on the table.

In front of him was a bowl of noodles that had been eaten, and the grease on it had condensed, and the orange-red oil soup was like a bowl of twilight at the bottom of the bowl.

Deciduous cold bells.

The sunset chills.

Yun Zhusheng looked at it in silence for a long time, then lowered his head and continued to eat the noodles in his bowl.

"Has the guest officer eaten well?"

Xiao Er's voice came not far away.

"When you're done, put the bowl away, thank you."

The man's voice was very polite.

When he sat on the opposite side of Yun Zhusheng's table with his sword, he was also polite.

"Mind if I watch you eat?"

Yun Zhusheng picked a chopstick noodle, looked at it for a long time, and then said softly: "Feel free." ”

"Okay."

So Han Cicada sat down opposite Yun Zhusheng, and quietly watched this Taoist who came coughing all the way from the north eating noodles.

"After running so far to the Youhuang Mountains, eating a bowl of noodles can always be warmer."

Like a wandering passerby, Han Cicada sat opposite Yun Zhusheng and said to himself.

"Senior brother, don't you think so?"

Yun Zhusheng nodded, while suppressing the sword wound in his body, he coughed and said, "That's true. ”

"I think so too, but I didn't go to the Youhuang Mountains, I came from Daze, the Youhuang Mountains are sometimes easier to walk, but after all, it's farther away, since I'm not injured, then I still choose the easiest way."

Yun Zhusheng raised his eyes to look at the cold cicada on the opposite table, chewed the noodles in his mouth carefully, and then lowered his head again, and said calmly: "I thought that only I would think of killing my senior brother." ”

Han Cicada smiled and said, "Of course, Chen Qingshan was earlier than you thought. ”

Yun Zhusheng said slowly: "I have some important things to do, how much money did Senior Brother give you, maybe I can also afford this price." ”

The cicada whispered, "Twenty thousand." ”

Yun Zhusheng was silent for a long time, and said softly: "It's really not very fair, I don't have as much money as my senior brother, so I really can't afford it." ”

"In the face of the position, justice can naturally be discarded, if it is my senior brother Ye Hanzhong, I probably don't need so much, maybe only two thousand runs, but my senior brother has a problem, I don't know what the problem is at the moment, probably just like you, but I don't care. And 20,000 yuan, which is enough to buy everything to death. ”

Yun Zhusheng sighed softly and said, "Yes, this price did buy me to death." People who can afford to pay a higher price to make you regret it probably won't want to get involved in these things in the view of mountains and rivers. ”

The two of them spoke kindly, as if discussing who had spent a lot of money yesterday to buy a good-looking tanuki.

The cicada nodded in agreement.

Yun Zhusheng lowered his head and coughed, raised his hand to wipe the blood on his lips, fortunately, there was already red chili oil in the noodles, so the blood that coughed up to the noodles was not abrupt, and it might make people more appetizing.

The two didn't say anything more, and since the context of the story was clear, no one could do anything, so they could only eat noodles quietly.

Yun Zhusheng ate very slowly, so Han Cicada was probably a little bored, so he called Xiao Er, planning to order wine.

"Do you want it?"

Han Cicada looked at Yun Zhusheng and asked.

Yun Zhusheng ate the noodles to himself and shook his head.

So the cicada just asked for a pot of wine.

The tavern will also have noodles with sake, and the noodle restaurant will also have sake with noodles.

It's just that the wine in the noodle restaurant is probably not as good as the tavern, and maybe it is mixed with some water to increase profits.

Although Han Cicada was a disciple of the inner sect of the Liuyun Sword Sect, he didn't have the habit of slapping his sword to kill people when he was not happy, so he just sighed and drank it.

Yun Zhusheng finished eating the noodles quietly, took out the money from his arms to settle the bill, and then stood up coughing and walked towards the door.

This is a small town within the city of Moque.

It's not very southern, and even for the Huangliang people, it can be considered northern.

For example, those witch ghost Daoists on the side of Moque Dishu are called Northern Witch Dao.

Yun Zhusheng stood at the door of the town's noodle restaurant, looking up and quietly watching the snowstorm.

The cicada also held the sword and walked out with the flask.

"Could it be that during this time, ahem, you have to follow me all the time?" Yun Zhusheng raised his hand to cover his lips and coughed twice, then turned his head to look at the chilling cicada on the side.

The thirty-year-old Sword Sect from the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect nodded very sincerely.

"After all, I've already collected the money."

Where you dare to set up a reward list in the world, you naturally need to keep your promises.

Yun Zhusheng was silent for a while, and said, "Although I am seriously injured, I am a Taoist of the Mountains and Rivers after all. ”

Standing under the eaves of the wind and snow, Han Cicada drank the extremely unpalatable Huangliang bitter wine, and said calmly: "It's okay, you are too close to me." ”

For most sword cultivators in the world, it is natural to stay as far away as possible, so that the strengths of the way of sword intent can be brought into play.

But the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect naturally won't.

This Sword Sect, which also cultivated the Dao and made many changes in the change of the Sword Dao, still adheres to the principle of using the body to resist the sword.

Therefore, the sword cultivation that came out of such a place has a close combat ability, which is far stronger than that of ordinary sword cultivation.

Within three feet, the sword in his hand is naturally accurate and fast.

Yun Zhusheng was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Since you are here, then your senior brother is naturally here too." ”

Han Cicada chuckled and said: "The Liuyun Sword Sect is not a view of mountains and rivers, after all, we still have the love of the master, as long as you die, he will naturally leave." ”

Yun Zhusheng thought for a long time and said, "It seems that I was indeed bought to death." ”

"Yes, so would you like some wine?"

Yun Zhusheng nodded.

Han Cicada looked at the little wine jug left in his hand, thought about it, and walked back to the noodle shop and asked for a pot of wine.

Yun Zhusheng quietly watched the wind and snow at the door and coughed.

The Dao wind is short, and it is naturally not as fast as the sword light.

What's more, the world should be more stable, and no one wants to make some movement and let a certain person on the cliff have more ideas.

The cicada went in for a long time before it came out.

When Yun Zhusheng took the wine jug handed over by Han Cicada, he was stunned.

Han Cicada laughed softly and said, "I specially asked them to help Senior Brother warm up." ”

Yun Zhusheng said slowly: "Then I really have to say thank you." ”

Han Cicada walked into the wind and snow and said, "You're welcome, after all, it's a price of 20,000 yuan, and I will try my best to satisfy both parties." ”

"You're going in the wrong direction."

Yun Zhusheng coughed palely, took a sip of wine, stopped the chilling cicada, and pointed to the south.

"We're going to the fake capital."

"I know."

With a sword hanging from his waist, the cicada walked north in the snow.

"I'll go see if the wine sold in the tavern I passed by before is good, and if it does, I'll bring you a jug too."

Yun Zhusheng didn't say anything more, he stood at the door with a wine jug, and looked in the direction where the cicada went, and he didn't see the tavern in the wind and snow, probably a little far.

So the mountain and river viewer lifted the curtain again and walked into the noodle restaurant with a stove.

Although the windows are open, the noodle shop is still much warmer than the outside.

The shopkeeper sitting behind the counter probably heard what Yun Zhusheng said, and looked at Yun Zhusheng for a long time, and then turned his head to look out of the door where the cold wind sometimes blew the curtain.

"The man is gone?"

Yun Zhusheng looked at the shopkeeper, didn't know why he talked about it, nodded, and continued to cough.

The shopkeeper looked at Yun Zhusheng strangely, looking at the Taoist robe full of blood like plum blossoms.

"You Huai'an people are so strange, he is going to kill you, you don't run?"

Yun Zhusheng smiled palely and said: "There is nothing to run, he uses a sword, and he runs faster than us in cultivation, I came to the south, I didn't think about going back alive, instead of running away in embarrassment, it is better to walk slowly." ”

The shopkeeper was silent for a while, and said: "That's better than waiting for death, I look at your appearance, you should have some injuries, maybe you are running, and the injuries are healed, you can beat him?" ”

"There's no point in beating him." Yun Zhusheng chuckled softly. "I have my own things to do."

The shopkeeper asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

Yun Zhusheng sat on the bench next to the table, bent over and coughing, one hand covering his lips and the other pointing to the south.

"I'm going to fake and kill someone."

The shopkeeper was stunned, and then sat down at the counter without saying a word.

It turns out that there is no such thing as a good person!

Yun Zhusheng sat in the noodle restaurant for a long time, and Han Cicada finally came back with two pots of wine, but he was quite happy.

"The wine in the tavern is really delicious, and I also asked them to warm it up for my senior brother."

Yun Zhusheng nodded and said, "Thank you." ”

The two walked out of the noodle shop again.

Yun Zhusheng found out that Han Cicada not only bought wine, but also bought an umbrella, a small stove to hold in his hand, and a thickened velvet coat.

Yun Zhusheng looked strangely at the sword cultivator of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect on the side.

Han Cicada stuffed those things into Yun Zhusheng's hand very seriously, and said, "In the cold winter, senior brother naturally has to take care of his body. After all, you also know that although our Liuyun Sword Sect is unreasonable, it is very trustworthy. In case Senior Brother doesn't survive until next year, he dies on the road, and my 20,000 yuan can only be returned to Senior Brother Qingshan. ”

Yun Zhusheng was silent for a long time, took the umbrella, picked up the stove, and put the velvet coat on top of the thin blood-colored robe.

It's also strange to say.

I knew that Han Cicada bought these things for herself for the sake of those 20,000 yuan.

But Yun Zhusheng still felt a little warm inexplicably.

Since I left the Hanging Courtyard and went to the view of mountains and rivers, I haven't felt this way for a long time.

Yun Zhusheng took a sip of warm wine, and indeed no longer coughed as before, so he walked south on the long snowy street of the town with an umbrella.

"Thank you."

This thank you is indeed very sincere.

20,000 guan can indeed make both sides satisfied.