Rumors.

This is the most well-known ancestral courtyard in the world, which is actually very ordinary.

It's just a human town.

But some old books.

Under the cold eaves in the fine snow, there were gentlemen who were quietly looking at the woman in the back of the courtyard.

The fine snowman is independent, and the cold courtyard tomb is double-stacked.

A piece of wind and snow, independent cold tomb.

The vice president of the ancestral courtyard is a man in his thirties named Fang Zhiqiu, who is the gentleman of the Wenhua Academy, he has no cultivation avenue, no cultivation of witches and ghosts, and he does not know the avenue like Yunhu Ignorance, he doesn't even know what cultivation is.

At this time, he stood very silently under the snow.

It was a long time before Fang Zhiqiu turned around and quietly returned to a study in the front yard.

The remaining gentlemen, old and young, looked at each other for a long time, and then turned and left.

The footprints on the path under the eaves are messy.

The director of the Witch Ghost Courtyard was a spirit witch girl named Feng Xue, wearing a witch robe with simple ornamentation, and she also went to the study.

Fang Zhiqiu was already quietly grinding ink inside, probably about to write something.

Feng Xue was at the door, quietly watching him.

"The cliff lord doesn't seem to want to care about these things."

Fang Zhiqiu raised his head and glanced at Feng Xue, lowered his head again, holding the pen, the pen was full of ink, but it never fell on the paper on the table, and after a long time, he put down the pen again and put it on the pen stand on the side.

"The gentleman has called her the cliff master, so naturally the cliff master will not care about these things."

Feng Xue was silent for a while and said, "But we can only call the cliff master." ”

The person in the Hanging Courtyard is not Zhang Xiaoyu, and there are no identities such as uncles and nephews between him and Qiushui, so naturally he can only be called the cliff master.

So even if one of the two graves that the woman saw independently had been dug up, she might not have bothered with it.

Maybe you will only sigh and think, you really don't have peace when you die!

Fang Zhiqiu quietly looked at the white paper on the table in a daze.

Although this man in his thirties is just the dean of the Academy of Things, which does not seem to be important, but at the same time, he is also the vice president of the Ancestral Academy, which still gives him a lot of say in the world's Hanging Academy.

Feng Xue looked at the young dean who was in a daze, and then said softly, "When will the dean come back?" ”

Fang Zhiqiu raised his eyes and looked at the small open window opposite the table, there was only fine snow outside the window, and when it was fine snow, the cold intention was not heavy, so even if there was no stove, there was not much air conditioning in this study.

"Since Master Qing is injured, he won't come back anytime soon." Fang Zhiqiu said slowly, "His old man is not a human Fang Zhiqiu, he probably knows the movement here, if he doesn't come back, those restless people in the courtyard will have nowhere to start, so they can only wait quietly, the matter of the spirit witch in the fourth courtyard is a good example." ”

When Qing Xiang first returned to Huangliang, he was attacked by four spirit witches and one Southern Chu witch at the foot of the Youhuang Mountain Range.

Those four spirit witches are naturally from the Hanging Courtyard.

Feng Xue leaned against the door, turned her head to look at the snow-covered paths that crossed diagonally under the eaves, and said softly: "It's just that the matter in the courtyard always has to be solved." The goddess has stopped in the world, and the Taiyi Spring Festival will be held at the beginning of spring next year, and if the real gods and ghosts return to the world, the north and south of the world will be really separated. ”

Fang Zhiqiu was silent and didn't say anything, and then said softly: "There is nothing we can do about such a thing. ”

The people who have always lived in this land are naturally powerless about the things of gods and ghosts.

Maybe there is fear in my heart.

Even if they can already talk openly about gods and ghosts.

But when the goddess really returned from Daze, Huang Liang was still silent.

Feng Xue quietly looked at the man sitting in front of the table, Fang Zhiqiu had already regained his grip on the pen and wrote something quietly.

"Is it really useful to have a world of culture?"

Feng Xue is the dean of the Witch Ghost Academy, so she naturally has some confusion about the Wenhua Academy, the main courtyard of the Hanging Courtyard.

Fang Zhiqiu wrote uprightly, and the pen was very heavy and rich, so while writing, he was stained with ink, and just said calmly: "Many years ago, when the world saw a cloudy sky, they didn't think that it would rain or snow. ”

Feng Xue looked at him quietly.

"But many years later, the world will know that heaven and earth have their own storms, and this matter has nothing to do with gods and ghosts."

"When the tide of thought surges, it is naturally powerless at the beginning, and sometimes it may be much later, but in the future, we will always see the law clearly, and find the most suitable solution, this is a long process, we can only wait patiently slowly."

Fang Zhiqiu stopped his pen, washed the pen in the jar with water on the side, and then left it aside, as for the paper on which something was written, he casually pressed a corner with the scroll and left it on the table.

The thirty-year-old gentleman stood up, walked to the door, and looked at the fine snow in the world with Feng Xue.

"Why is Huai'an stronger than Huangliang for a thousand years?"

Feng Xue was silent for a moment and said, "Because they have a cultivation world that is above all else. ”

Fang Zhiqiu shook his head with a soft smile, looked at the snow, and said slowly: "It has been recorded in the supplement to the human world, when the temperature of the human world decreases and the clouds in the high sky, the water vapor will condense, turn into snow, and fall to the world. ”

"This is not the record of the Taoist saints, this is the text in the Hanguguan Taoist scriptures more than 2,000 years ago that are quoted in the supplement to the human world."

"Sir, Huai'an knew more than 2,000 years ago that snow comes from the water vapor of the world, and there are still many people who can't understand such a thing."

Fang Zhiqiu looked at the spirit witch woman of the witch ghost courtyard beside him with a sigh.

"More than a thousand years ago, Li Asan asked an army of 200,000 to jump from the top of the Youhuang Mountain Range, which is more than 2,000 zhang, to the world of Huangliang, and the whole Huangliang was only shocked, but he never thought about why he could do this."

"Because he took advantage of the gale of the world." Feng Xue said slowly.

"Yes, he took advantage of the human wind, that was more than a thousand years ago, he was in the 200,000 army, mixed with nearly 1,000 Taoists and scholars, in the high mountains and snow, with pen and ink, little by little to calculate the wind direction and speed in the world, and what kind of changes are needed, so that those winds can be as he wishes, and the 200,000 army will be blown down to the world intact."

Fang Zhiqiu said softly.

"And at that time, Huang Liang was still sacrificing his soul to the gods and ghosts who no longer existed."

Feng Xue leaned silently against the door.

Fang Zhiqiu chuckled softly and looked at the woman in the Witch Ghost Courtyard on the side.

"The world of culture is what can really make the world stand up."

Such a statement may be biased.

But since Fang Zhiqiu is the president of the Fengwu Academy and the vice president of the Wenhua Academy, he naturally needs to have his own persistence and cognition.

Feng Xue didn't say anything more, and turned her head to look at the things that Zhiqiu had written earlier on the top of the table.

Just two lines of words.

The New Year's Eve has snowed, and the world knows autumn.

Maybe it's just lamenting something like this.

"So when I said earlier that the cliff lord didn't seem to be going to care about these things, you didn't have any loss." Feng Xue looked at Fang Zhiqiu on the side.

"Yes." Fang Zhiqiu said softly, walked to the windy and snowy path, and quietly looked at the snow-covered white wall in the depths of the trail that went through the eaves and snow. "What's more, the cliff master is the one who is going to return to the River Styx, and if she can have a few days of peace, naturally don't bother her anymore."

Feng Xue also left the study, the courtyard has been closed, after the previous gentlemen left, the whole courtyard became even more deserted, just many quiet houses standing in the snow courtyard.

"Who is the cliff lord looking at?"

In that old courtyard, there are two tombs, one is the first director of the Hanging Courtyard Qing Xuan, and the other is the red baptism on a certain high cliff.

Fang Zhiqiu shook his head, walked in the direction of the outside of the courtyard, and said softly, "I don't know." ”

Feng Xue glanced at the man who had left in the fine snow, and then turned her head to look at the courtyard for a long time.

......

Qiushui stood quietly in the courtyard with a sword.

A courtyard of fine snow, early white graves.

Behind it is a small pool. Then there's a trail out of here.

This is what the former Hanging Courtyard looked like at the beginning, and it expanded to the way it was later, with many courtyards, which was after the Qing Xiang took over.

The two tombs were close together, but they did not merge the tombs, leaving a shoulder of the way.

In front of a tomb carved is the tomb of the Red Dip of the Grinding Sword Cliff.

The other is carved as the tomb of the green hanging suspension.

It's very simple.

It's just a sword cultivator, just a scholar.

Although that scholar has picked up a lot of things for the world.

For example, the five thousand words of the green ox, such as the collection of supplements to the world, and the sword in the hands of Qiu Shui.

Qing Xuanxue is an insignificant person in the history of the world or in the history of the cultivation world, he has traveled in poverty all his life, and he has been living in a small town to be a teacher, and the only thing worth talking about is that he picked up those things.

However, using the five thousand words of the green cow to pad the table legs, and using the green clothes to open the sky as a crutch, probably only this scholar has ever done such a thing.

As for the Red Baptist.

Qiushui looked at the other tomb quietly.

This red-clothed sister of the cliff lord of that generation was killed by Lin Ziguan Zhuhan in Huangliang Jianyuan, and then the corpse was brought back by Qing Xuanxue.

Naturally, it is impossible for the people who grind the sword cliff to die at the hands of the world.

It's just that it's the sword abyss in the territory of Huang Liang Congran.

Even before Tsing Yi left the world, he had to go to see the place in person.

All sword intent in the world, on the side of the sword abyss, will be suppressed.

From Ran Jianyuan, this is the only place where sword cultivation flourishes in Huangliang, and there are many towns around Jianyuan, and there are often many swordsmen and sword cultivators walking.

Red Shan died on top of the sword abyss.

Knowing that there are ghosts in Jianyuan, he leans towards Jianyuan.

Maybe it's also to repay the blood debt of the white clothes who killed all the 800 gates in the world that year.

Qiushui didn't know what she thought.

It's like she never knew what Red was thinking.

Just sit quietly on the high cliff, and stand quietly in front of the grave.

Autumn water has been standing here for a long time.

The peach branch in the white hair has long been covered with snow, peach and snow-white, quite lonely.

Qiushui stood for a long time, raised his hand and stretched out to the world, a snow-white cup fell in the palm of his hand, there was no wine in the cup, so there was water from the world in the quiet pool behind him, and it fell into the cup.

Probably drinking the water of the world shallowly, can relieve the sorrow of the Styx.

"Actually, I hated you in the beginning."

Qiushui looked at the tomb quietly.

But then I think about it, maybe this kind of thing has nothing to do with you. Otherwise, you won't come down the cliff and accompany Gou Qian to most of the world. ”

"It's just that sometimes, I still regret it, I regret that when I was on the edge of the cliff of the River Styx, you didn't let me stay, let me ask that person, what kind of thoughts did he have, so that his own daughter would try such a cruel story."

The lonely grave has been silent for thousands of years, and naturally it will not say anything to this woman who has been sitting on the high cliff for a long time at this time, but she is silent in the wind and snow.

"It's a pity, even though the man on the cliff told me the truth." Qiushui whispered. "But sometimes, it's not the truth that matters, it's what kind of thinking was behind the truth."

There was silence for a long time by the lonely grave in the small courtyard.

"But it doesn't matter now." Qiushui said slowly.

"I'm dying, too, and I'm going to Styx."

"I'll ask her myself."

Qiushui didn't say much.

It's just a story of regret that has passed by for thousands of years.

"So be it."

Qiushui placed the wine glass containing the water between the two tombs.

Then he calmly left the place with his sword.

She didn't ask about the story of Qing Xuan.

Even though she was here, she had seen something very strange.

But she didn't ask.

She is the one who guards the high cliffs, the ghost who will go to the River Styx.

You should never be concerned about the affairs of the world.

......

Fang Zhiqiu walked out of the Hanging Courtyard and walked quietly in the town.

When a certain woman who had been standing in the snow on the other side of the grave for a long time left, he was buying wine, and when Qiushui left, he did not know, and he had no way of knowing.

He's just a man.

I bought a jar of wine in the wine store, and then carried the wine, went to the alley by the river in the town, sat down under the eaves of the white wall facing the river at the mouth of the alley, opened the wine seal, and drank quietly.

"In the cold winter, drinking cold wine always hurts the body."

Fang Zhiqiu listened to this, but laughed softly.

"It's just a little cold."

After a long time, someone walked over, it was a man in his forties, carrying a sword on his back and wearing cuffs, which should be the person holding the sword in his hand.

The man stopped behind Fang Zhiqiu, and Fang Zhiqiu didn't look back, just sat there quietly, looking at the cold water of the river.

"How's it going?"

The man asked slowly behind him.

"It's okay, it's quiet, it's peaceful, it's like spring, like all the stories haven't happened yet."

Fang Zhiqiu said very indifferently.

"Everyone is waiting for next year, so let's wait for next year."

The gentleman of this wind temple said softly.

"Okay."

The man slowly left.

Fang Zhiqiu just sat there and quietly looked at the river of fine snow in the world.

......

Feng Xue didn't know where Fang Zhiqiu had gone.

The gentleman of this temple has always liked to sit alone by the river and drink, and the people in the courtyard have long been surprised.

Feng Xue didn't have the idea of taking a look, just stood on the path between the two courtyards, and looked at the white-haired woman who came out very respectfully.

"The cliff lord is gone?"

Qiushui glanced at her and didn't say anything, just nodded calmly.

Feng Xue hesitated for a moment, and then she had already fallen behind the trail, so she sighed and turned around, but the sound of the trail treading snow that was about to leave stopped.

"What do you want to ask?"

The sound of autumn water is very calm.

Feng Xue turned back again, only to see the woman holding the sword stop on the snow track, quietly looking at herself.

This Huangliang Spirit Witch hesitated a little, and made a sword salute very unfamiliarly.

Probably the picture is very weird.

"The rumors are in the snow, I want to ask the cliff master, who will be on the sword cliff from now on?"

Qiushui looked at her quietly, and then said calmly, "I don't know. ”

The people on the cliff don't care about human affairs.

People in the world don't ask about the things on the cliff.

Qiushui has always done a good job in this regard.

Feng Xue was silent for a while, and then said softly: "The cliff master walks slowly." ”

Qiushui didn't say anything more, turned around, walked through the green eaves of the house, and left the hanging courtyard.

The spirit witch of this witch and ghost house stood in the wind and snow, quietly watching the autumn water leave.

It took a long time before a gentleman from a small Dao realm came over.

Just like in the Hanging Courtyard of Nanyi City, the way of witches and ghosts is not prosperous, and in the Hanging Courtyard of Huangliang, the Qingniu Courtyard is very rare.

That gentleman is the Taoist sect of the Qingniu Academy of the Hanging Xue Academy, but he also has the cultivation of a cultivator in the upper realm of the human world.

After all, the prime minister is a cultivator.

The gentleman, who was nearly fifty years old, looked at Feng Xue quietly, and said lightly: "We cultivators didn't ask about the things on the cliff, what did Dean Feng Xue ask about this?" ”

Feng Xue looked at this gentleman, just smiled softly, and said: "After all, the four characters of the high cliff in the world are too important, and such a place, in such a replacement, will often determine the future direction of the world." ”

A cliff master who doesn't ask about the affairs of the world, and a cliff master who wants to ask about the affairs of the world, often have a profound impact on the world.

In fact, it is a matter of course to ask about the snow.

Although Mr. Qingniuyuan is a native of Huangliang, because of the cultivation avenue, he should always be indifferent, looked at the spirit witch under the eaves, and said slowly: "The sword cliff is naturally high, and it is far from the world. They know better than we do how to deal with the world, so why should they care about such things. ”

Feng Xue quietly looked at the person not far away for a long time, and then said slowly: "That's true. ”

The two didn't say anything more, just passed by calmly.

Before the spring of this year, the two had passed each other like this many times, but the atmosphere at that time was probably not like this.

It's very harmonious and harmonious.

And now the rubbing shoulders is faintly swept by the wind and snow.

"Mr. Lu seems to be very close to Dean Fang."

Feng Xue's voice came from behind him.

Mr. Aoniuin paused for a moment, then continued to walk forward.

"Yes."