A stream of fine snow.

When a woman in an orange dress with a peach blossom in her white hair walked through the wind and snow with a sword, she saw the white-clothed sword cultivator sitting by the stream with her back to the town.

"Should I be called the Cliff Master, or should I be called Uncle Shi?"

Zhang Xiaoyu's voice came very calmly in the wind and snow.

Qiushui walked behind Zhang Xiaoyu with a sword and said softly, "Call Uncle Shi." ”

Qiushui and Cong Jian were both disciples of Cong Zhongxiao, and Zhang Xiaoyu could naturally be called uncle.

The white-clothed sword cultivator sitting in the stream and snow was silent for a long time, and then sighed and said, "I didn't expect that Uncle Shi would go so fast. ”

Qiushui quietly looked at the young man by the stream.

She has traveled all the way, re-walking the road to the north back then, and has also met many people.

Zhang Xiaoyu was the only one who lamented that she was walking too fast.

Walk here, maybe from north to south.

Maybe it's a walk out of the world.

"I've lived for more than a thousand years, and it's normal for me to be faster than your master and them."

Qiushui stood behind Zhang Xiaoyu and quietly watched the snowstorm that was getting smaller and smaller the further south he went.

"I didn't see it on the cliff at the time." Zhang Xiaoyu said slowly. "So I thought it was going to be longer."

Although it was said at that time, it was actually only November.

Qiushui's eyes looked at this fine snow in the world with infinite tenderness.

When she left Qiushui, the world was like this.

However, the snow was heavier at that time - because of the inversion of the River Styx.

Therefore, Qiushui's gaze fell on the high mountain in the west of the world.

It was there that the River Styx flowed back into the world.

The River Styx naturally flows to the human world.

The reverse flow here refers to the fact that after the death of the Dao Saint Li Queyi, who was guarding the gap in the Styx, the power of the flooded Styx was unsuppressed, and fell to the world with the current.

The chill brought about by the near-materialized power of the Styx plunged the entire world into endless wind and snow.

Then a monk came to Luming, killed the people of a city in Huangliang, and sacrificed thousands of souls to the great priest's order, which temporarily stopped the trend of the Styx River flowing backwards.

Then, the woman in red who came up from the cliff went deep into the River Styx and invited the Sword Saint Sword Intent, which completely sealed the gap in the River Styx.

It's just that those chills still inevitably swept the world.

It was at that time that Qiushui left Qiushui and Huangliang.

It's been a thousand years.

Autumn thought quietly.

also said calmly: "It's been a thousand years, not to mention, the person sitting on the cliff, whether it lasts long or not, has never been meaningless." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "There is some meaning after all. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't say what those meanings were, and Qiushui didn't ask.

It's just that probably both of them know it in their hearts.

The woman sitting on the knee of the horizontal sword at the foot of the 3,000 zhang on the high cliff was also clear.

It's just some struggle and a plea for help.

That's nothing more than that.

Zhang Xiaoyu thought calmly.

Qiushui said lightly: "Many things, in fact, are chosen by themselves. At the age of eighteen, you gave up the indigo butterfly that you had never caught again, at the age of eighteen you gave up the path of cultivation that could have been as peaceful as some of the other contemporaries, and at the age of twenty-five, you gave up everything that you had been struggling with for seven years. ”

Qiu Shui quietly looked at the white-clothed sword cultivator who was sitting quietly in the stream and snow.

"All the roads, in fact, you have a second choice. It's not that they won't save you, it's that you don't want to be saved. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu was silent for a long time, and then laughed softly.

"Yes. Uncle Shi really knew everything. ”

Qiushui naturally knows everything.

"So what have you given up now?"

Zhang Xiaoyu sat quietly by the stream, and the snow stream went south, maybe at some corner, there was an unfinished waterwheel, maybe not.

Standing in the fine snow, Qiushui looked back at the town, which was like a wide leaf lying in the snow, and said nothing.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't answer Qiushui's question, was silent for a long time, and said, "Will Uncle Shi look at fate?" ”

Autumn turned his head quietly.

"I'm a sword cultivator, and I used to cultivate witches. But he didn't practice apostleism. ”

The autumn water comes from the yellow sorghum, and naturally I have practiced the art of witches and ghosts, but I have not practiced those Taoist techniques that may be very subtle or simple.

Naturally, not everyone will be like Cong Blade, diligently cultivating the ten thousand laws of the world.

Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "That's really a pity, I originally wanted to ask Uncle Shi what it would be like if I took another path before all the choices." ”

The white-clothed sword cultivator sitting by the stream laughed again as he spoke.

"Maybe it doesn't make sense, either. Uncle Shi, you also said that it was I who did not want to be saved from the sea of suffering. So maybe there is no second option. Although Master Bu Operator said that fate is as bright as a galaxy, when a certain line of fate is observed and determined, it means that all unchosen fates will also be extinguished in the galaxy, such as death. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu sat there quietly, raised his head, and there may have been a lot of snow in his ears, maybe a wisp of white clothes.

"Zhang Xiaoyu, a young boy who was running around the field to catch butterflies, died thirteen years ago."

"Zhang Xiaoyu, who never had a big quarrel with Li Shanhe and lived in the view, died seven years ago."

"And that Zhang Diancang, who was holding a frustrated knot in his arms, also died in April this year."

"At a certain moment, when my uncle went down the cliff and was in a peaceful world, Zhang Xiaoyu, who had some thoughts and wanted to be a man of the world, died at a certain moment before."

Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly.

"Zhang Xiaoyu is dead."

"Zhang Xiaoyu is still walking."

Man's time is over, and man's life is long.

I should rest in between.

People who walked by said that the branches were low.

People who walked by said that the branches were growing.

"So what about the Cliff Lord?"

Qiushui listened to the cliff master in Zhang Xiaoyu's words instead of his uncle, and said calmly: "I'm about to die, and I won't leave anymore." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu may be very detached, saying such a sentence as the cliff master.

It's just that when I heard the white-haired woman quietly saying that she was about to die and wouldn't leave anymore.

But he still said with a sigh.

"It's a shame indeed."

Zhang Xiaoyu will always feel that it is a pity for Qiushui to leave the world.

It's just that it will still go on without hesitation.

It's like people in the world often talk big things, but they always make a mess of life.

Knowing nature is a simple thing.

But the way is as hard as ascending to heaven.

Therefore, when the sergeant hears the Tao, he acts diligently, and when the sergeant hears the Tao, if he survives or dies, the corporal hears the Tao, and laughs, and it is not enough to laugh at it.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't laugh and didn't do it.

Therefore, if you survive or die, you will go all the way in stubbornness.

The two of them stayed quietly by the snow stream.

"Where will the cliff master go next?"

Autumn looked forward quietly.

"Hanging Courtyard."

In a place like the rumor, it is said that the Hanging Courtyard will naturally only be the ancestral courtyard of the Hanging Courtyard a thousand years ago.

Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "To see the old man? ”

Qiu said quietly: "Go and see the old man." ”

The red-soaked coral is short, and the green overhanging lily is long.

After his death, he was buried next to the grave of the Red Dipper.

It's just that I don't know if the old man in the autumn water is a green hanging sage or a red dipping mountain.

The brook fell silent, and the snow did not stop.

"Uncle Shi walks slowly."

Zhang Xiaoyu said softly.

Qiu nodded quietly, and took one last look at this white-clothed sword cultivator, holding the sword in the wind and snow.

Zhang Xiaoyu was still sitting quietly by the stream.

The bank is snow-colored, and the stream is full of misery.

In the stream, there was a white-clothed sword cultivator sitting quietly, and a piece of the white-clothed one that was immersed in the stream was missing.

I don't know where it went.

......

The carpenter was stunned in the alley for a long time before he walked back in a daze.

A girl in a blue and white dress who can see it with her eyes probably doesn't deserve it.

He didn't know why the girl who had been groping her way through the alley and waiting in the town for most of the year was suddenly able to see things clearly.

But he didn't ask anything.

He just went back to his yard, which was full of all kinds of wooden utensils, and found the new blue and white dress that the old woman had brought him, and I don't know why this dress was tightly wrapped.

Maybe it's because I'm afraid of getting dirty.

Thinking so, the carpenter took the dress back into the alley, and knocked on the door of the little courtyard.

He handed the dress to the girl in the blue and white dress, her eyes were red.

In fact, he planned to give it to her again when the Chinese New Year was approaching.

Then ask her if she wants to go to the New Year with her.

But now it's clearly not necessary.

The carpenter thought with relief.

Tell her that this is what Granny Li brought to her in the alley, and just give her the money when the time comes.

Then he quietly left the place and returned to his yard.

It's quiet in the snowy alley.

There was only the sound of doors opening and closing.

......

Liu March sat quietly at the head of the bridge, looking up at the snow blankly.

A number of black iron cables protruded from the underside of the sparsely populated bridge, locking his limbs tightly.

In the snow, Liu Yueyue's distorted body was like a worm trapped in a spider's web.

If the world were to see such a person locked up here, they would probably throw all sorts of things there, and they might just drag him into the river and drown.

But the world did not see it.

The elderly Jing Zhaoyin led people to block the access near the bridge.

It's the meaning of the man upstairs in the windward.

Kyung still didn't understand what this meant.

All he knew was that the goddess was very concerned about such an ugly-looking and bad-behaved criminal.

Or is it that the gods and ghosts have no choice but to lock it up with such an existence?

Jing Zhaoyin's thoughts are sometimes exactly the same as those of the world.

It's just that he has something more to think about.

The old man watched for a long time on the other side of the bridge, and then left in the snow with an umbrella.

He has a lot to do.

For example, when the Chinese New Year is approaching, it is necessary to start investigating the potential safety hazards in the whole city to prevent a certain household from accidentally ordering the entire holiday.

For example, there are some things for next year, because it is not far off, and we must start to prepare.

Kyung Zhao Yin walked in the snow with white hair, thinking about a lot of things.

But what worries me the most is the incident on the 15th day of next year.

The Taiyi Spring Festival in the world.

Does it mean that those gods and ghosts who have disappeared for many years will return to the world as recorded in ancient texts?

Between Huangliang and Huai'an, how will they get along at that time?

And what about that majesty of the north?

Jing Zhaoyin was very frightened.

So the person who was locked in the bridge was not so important.

Re-establish the temple and sacrifice gods and ghosts again, although such a thing belongs to the Fengchang Division, but after all, it is in the fake capital, and Jing Zhaoyin naturally can't stay out of it.

I just sighed incessantly, and left here accompanied by my subordinates.

Liu March at the head of the bridge naturally didn't care if there was a white-headed old man here, sighing and looking at it for a while.

Just looking at the snow, and looking down at the shackles on his hands and feet.

Someone fed the bun, but it fell far away, Liu March wanted to go over and pick it up, but his hands and feet were bound by iron ropes, and after struggling for a long cold sound, he couldn't reach the bun.

Liu Yueyue could only stretch her hands as far as possible in the direction of her feet, and then leaned into her upper body and walked towards that side.

His tongue rubbed against the skin of the bun, it was very cold and hard, probably frozen hard, even in the snow, he couldn't get it.

Liu Yue kicked her legs angrily and roared.

But no one paid attention, there was no one else here, only him Liu March.

Liu March hit the bun with her head, and then broke her head - it turned out that it was not a bun, just a stone that fell in the snow.

Liu March shrank back in a daze, nesting in the snow at the head of the bridge.

How can you see a stone as a bun?

Perhaps it was because she had been hungry for too long, and Liu March began to gnaw on the snow on the ground.

Fortunately, the false capital is close to the north - although the bad news is that the only thing that can be eaten is horse manure, and the good news is that there is a lot of horse manure.

But after all, the fact that there is a lot of snow on the ground is also gratifying.

Liu March gnawed on the snow several times, and was in a daze on the bridge again.

The iron cables around him scattered in all directions.

Maybe it's like a worm that strayed into a spider's web and began to suspect that it was a worm.

Liu March didn't know why she was here.

I don't know what I'm going to do.

The shackles that locked his hands and feet were not locked, maybe they were made of brackets, and Liu Yue didn't know how to untie them.

Until nightfall.

Brings a moment of sobriety.

Liu Yueyue, who had regained his senses in his eyes, quietly looked at the shackles on his body again, and sat quietly in the wind and snow by the river.

"You have done no evil today." Liu March said softly. "But you still want to."

Liu March sat quietly for a long time, and then raised her hand to touch the shackles, and with a slight twist, she untied the restraints.

Yes, it's something very simple.

If someone in the chaos can remember some of the past.

Qingtian Dao has created 300,000 green armor including machine brackets.

In terms of the way of bracketing, he is naturally quite proficient.

Liu Yue untied the restraints, walked to the snow not far away, found a stone again, and then walked back and put it on the first stone.

It's like a shoddy snowman.

Liu March broke a dry willow branch on the tree, chewed it quietly, and swallowed it.

This can pad the stomach, and at the same time, the willow branch will also have some toxins, which can allow him to sleep quietly after a moment of awakening.

Restricting something is naturally a simple matter. Anywhere.

For example, on the side of the ordinary willow river, iron ropes were put up, stones were laid, and willow branches were chewed.

Until everything becomes inertia, to impact another chaotic inertia.

Sex is good or evil.

Let the good continue, and let the evil stop.

Liu Yue thought quietly, and put the shackles on her hands again.

The bitter juice of the willow branches still remained in his mouth, and gradually sent those inexplicable toxins into the bloodstream.

Liu March was a little drowsy.

Maybe the next day, Liu March, will continue to look at the two stones not far away in a daze.

Liu March leaned on the bridge and slept quietly.

......

Yao Ji stood quietly on the windward tower, standing beside the pale Emperor who had been hit by the power of the Styx that day - this name will not be too long, after this year, he will pull out the spiritual platform left on the palace of the ancient Chu king, and become another generation of Chu kings after more than two thousand years.

Emperor Companion sometimes thinks, how can the king of Chu have the surname Yan?

Sometimes I also think that of course the king of Chu does not need to be surnamed Xiong.

In fact, behind such a question, it also represents the inner hesitation of this emperor, who may not necessarily be orthodox Huangliang.

The king of Chu can't have the surname Yan, so he naturally refuses such a story.

The king of Chu didn't have to be surnamed Xiong - probably he also had a real imperial dream.

His Majesty may not know if he will be able to look at everything in the world with a smile and say that good word in the future.

Yao Ji didn't care what the somewhat bloated middle-aged man next to her was thinking?

It's just that the Witch and Ghost Dao has declined so far, it is Huangliang, and in the current world, because of the existence of the Hanging Courtyard, there are also many people who practice the Great Dao, and it is better to restore Chu in the name of gods and ghosts, than to restore Chu in the name of the King of Chu.

It is naturally better to be able to re-turn some stories out of the buried mud and sand than to make the world unstable.

But is there really no turmoil in the world?

Yao Ji may not know.

The goddess was in the middle of the false capital.

However, the land of the Nine Domains of Huangliang is as if it has not been heard.

Only the one who may die next year is Nanchu Wu Shuhe, who still stays in the fake capital for a long time.

Maybe it's like what the old drunkard who scolded the street he met on the Yellow Mountains said.

As long as he is alive.

The sorghum hanging courtyard will not be messy.

If the Hanging Courtyard is not chaotic, the land south of Daze will still follow the inertia of the past and move forward in the history of the Gale Dynasty.

Yao Ji quietly looked at a certain academy in the middle of the Wind and Snow Fake Capital.

Naturally, there is also a hanging courtyard in the fake capital.

This was once a hanging courtyard in the ancient capital of Huangliang, and the hospital closed earlier than anywhere.

The gentlemen in the courtyard had an early holiday, but they did not leave, but stayed in the academy full of green bamboos and plum blossoms all day long.

Maybe something is waiting.

Maybe just sit back and watch something.

"The prime minister is the head of the Hanging Courtyard in the world." Emperor Companion stood aside, watching Yao Ji quietly look at that place, and said with a soft smile. "If the goddess wants to return to the Hanging Courtyard that took away half of the faith in the Huangliang Witch and Ghost Dao, she can only go to the north and bring that old scholar back."

"It's just that the north .....," the emperor turned back and said slowly, "the north is not so easy to go." ”

There are high cliffs in the north, and the upper ones are in line with the floating clouds.

Yao Ji turned her head and looked calmly at the bloated man beside her.

This man may be laughing at something, maybe he is not just really sincere in thinking about the gods and ghosts around him.

Yao Ji didn't say anything, just looked back and quietly looked at someone who was sleeping in the snow on the bank of the Willow River.

"It doesn't matter if the prime minister comes or not."

Yao Ji said calmly.

"Someone just loses."

If Liu March loses, he surrenders to the gods and ghosts.

This proud disciple of Qingtian Dao, the squire of the military department of Huaidu.

Naturally, it can bring great surprises to the yellow sorghum.

Like many years ago.

Someone used the Great Dao to impact those gods and ghosts.

Liu March can also be such a wave.

Emperor Companion fell silent.

He could naturally see that the person who had been brought to the false capital by the goddess had begun to sway.

Maybe someone passed by and helped him.

But the outcome is still unknown.