It's not just the South Island that has to leave.

When Zhang San ran to the alley in the evening with some food, he found that Chen Qingshan was already standing at the entrance of the alley, holding a pot of wine in his hand, drinking in the snow at the entrance of the alley.

Zhang San thought that after Chen Qingshan had been nesting in the yard for so long, he was finally willing to come out for a walk, and while smiling and crawling the alley, he looked up at Chen Qingshan above and said, "The real person finally came out to see the world in the city today?" ”

Chen Qingshan drank the previously hot wine, coughed softly twice and said, "What about your daughter?" ”

Zhang San was stunned for a moment, then realized something, stopped there, and said, "The real person is leaving?" ”

Chen Qingshan didn't speak, just nodded.

"Aren't real people waiting for people?"

Zhang San thought about Chen Qingshan's previous things and asked puzzledly.

Chen Qingshan smiled softly and said, "Waiting for someone's business, you don't have to wait until it is complete. Sometimes when you wait for a long time, but find that the person still hasn't come, you know that he is probably having a good time, so there is no need to wait. ”

Zhang San rubbed his face with some distress and said, "So the real person is waiting for his sweetheart?" ”

Chen Qingshan glared at Zhang San angrily.

After all, 'he' and 'she' can't be distinguished in words.

But he also said calmly: "It can indeed be said that it is a sweetheart." ”

The word sweetheart can naturally be more than just love.

Zhang San was distressed there, thinking of some words like retention, but after hearing Chen Qingshan take a sip of wine, he said lightly: "I will wait here for a quarter of an hour." ”

When Zhang San heard this, he didn't think about the mess anymore, hurriedly ran up and put the things in his hand beside Chen Qingshan, and then hurriedly ran down the alley.

Chen Qingshan stood quietly at the entrance of the alley, and the wind and snow were much smaller than before the year.

The snowstorms in the south always come later and end sooner.

Therefore, the wind and snow in Shanyue City are smaller, but Chen Qingshan goes all the way to the north, and he may have to see the wind and snow for a long time.

The things that Zhang San brought were put aside, including rice cakes without boiling chili peppers, some steamed bacon and a roast chicken.

There was also a small pot of wine that looked very delicate, perhaps the more expensive kind in Shanyue City.

Chen Qingshan drank the wine in his hand, looked down at the pot of wine, looked at it a little, squatted down, picked up the wine jug, took it in his hand and turned it around a few times, there was a small paper mark on the other side, and the words Shanyue didn't know were written uprightly.

It looks like it, but I don't know how it tastes.

Chen Qingshan is not a drinker, unless he is worried.

So he picked up the pot of wine and put it in his arms, and then sat very relaxed on the steps of the alley, drinking the bacon and roast chicken.

There were footsteps behind him, but they were far away.

Chen Qingshan raised his eyebrows, glanced back, and saw that the woman who was probably from the East China Sea was standing quietly in the alley, the Qingtuan Sword had been put away, held in his hand, and looked at Chen Qingshan quietly there.

Chen Qingshan turned his head and pinched a piece of bacon - it was very lightly steamed, so it only tasted like a very pure cured meat.

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

Chen Qingshan was eating bacon and drinking wine, and the light food made his tone equally flat.

The aroma of bacon wafts in the wind and snow.

The sound of green peppers is probably floating as well.

"If you were going to kill, you would have killed me a few years ago."

Chen Qingshan tilted his head and thought, but he probably couldn't remember what it was, so after being distressed for a while, he said calmly: "The situation at that time may be different from now, since I know that you are coming to kill me, there is no reason to let you go like then." ”

Qingjiao listened to the ambiguous words in Chen Qingshan's mouth, was silent for a while, and said, "Have you forgotten what you have done?" ”

Chen Qingshan said sincerely: "Yes, can you say it?" ”

"The wind has lasted for a thousand years, February 19, outside the Stormy Sword Sect, by the ten-mile long river." Green Pepper said word by word.

"A teenager called the Youth League."

Chen Qingshan smiled slightly and said, "I remembered." That's the proud disciple of your Storm Sword Sect. Going up the mountain at the age of fifteen, seeing the mountain in March, and leaving the customs at the age of sixteen, such a talent is not bad. ”

This mountain and river observer was smiling and drinking wine.

"Such a person, the people of our River Sect like it very much, after getting the news of the East China Sea White Fish Sword Sect, I went there in person - after all, a person like this, even if he goes out to sit idly, there are always some sect elders to follow."

Chen Qingshan's memory is getting clearer and clearer.

"You were there. Probably a spring tryst with your little lover by the river. ”

Chen Qingshan stood up, turned around, and looked at the green pepper behind him who was breathing more and more rapidly.

"He's bending down to pick up a white pebble from the river for you, huh..... I probably plan to use a sword to engrave the names of the two of you on it very innocently and immaturely, probably Qingtuan and ..... I'm sorry, I left without asking your name. ”

Chen Qingshan chattered.

Finally, the long-sword in the hand of the red-clothed woman from the East China Sea came out of the sheath, turned into a streamer, broke through the wind and snow, and shot at this Taoist of the mountain and river view.

But it didn't work.

A scribbled sermon appeared in the wind and snow in front of Chen Qingshan.

Although the golden light of Dao Yun was dim, when the Qingtuan Sword came suddenly, it was also easily stopped in the wind and snow.

Sword intent bursts.

The Taoist who was just standing at the entrance of the alley drinking was like a spring breeze, calmly looking at the East China Sea woman in those sword intents, and then raised his hand to hold the cold light long sword that stopped in front of him, with the sword intent of the waves, after dispersing those sword intents, the woman in the alley snorted, Chen Qingshan didn't care, just glanced at it, and his eyes fell on the word Qingtuan on the sword for a long time.

"You know what?"

Chen Qingshan stood there calmly.

"You like Zhang Xiaoyu, one of the three swords of the senior brother, if he wants to kill me, he needs to borrow some wind and snow sword intent sword momentum from the sword cliff before he dares to sword me."

Chen Qingshan held the sword and calmly slashed down in the wind and snow.

The wind and snow were all over the alley, although there was no sword intent, but the vitality of heaven and earth was surging mightily.

"If you are not sure that you will not be taken away by the people of the Daomen, you should never let your sword leave your own hands."

Chen Qingshan raised his hand, and the sword shot back backwards and stuck in front of Qing Jiao.

"Although we don't cultivate sword intent, we can use Dao swords."

This sentence fell into Qingjiao's ears with the buzzing sound of the Qingtuan sword stuck on the ground.

Chen Qingshan turned around and looked at the two figures in the long street outside the alley who were hurrying towards this side.

"I'm not optimistic that you will be able to kill me, and I am not interested in explaining to you why the River Sect did these things."

"You can follow if you want, but you have to know that not all the time, I'm in a good mood."

Qingjiao was silent for a long time, raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips that came out of the backlash brought by being snatched from the sword, and slowly calmed down, and the wind in the alley eased again.

This sword cultivator from the East China Sea quietly drew his sword and sent it into its sheath.

"I'm not going to be the second realm forever."

Chen Qingshan shrugged.

Probably nothing to say.

It is good to climb the second realm, or to climb the ninth realm.

As a mountain and river viewer who has already entered the avenue, it is not important.

Zhang Xiaoyu was able to use the cultivation of the Nine Realms to fight back and forth with Gongzi Wubei, who had bathed in the wind of Daze, just because Gongzi Wubei had suffered some sword intent in the years, that is, his soul was cut off, and he could only breathe in the world.

Up and down the avenue, nature is incompatible.

For example, the rivers and the East China Sea.

That's why it's called Daohai.

Zhang San walked over with his daughter against the wind and snow, looking at the scenes of some battles in the alley, secretly frightened, but he didn't say anything - he was just a harmless little profiteer in Shanyue City.

Faced with such a scene, Zhang San naturally had no choice but to pretend that he didn't see it, took his daughter's hand, and stopped in front of Chen Qingshan. After saying to Chen Qingshan, I am here, and looked back at the girl in the small town who was dressed bloated.

"You have to follow the real people to practice well......

It's just that before he finished speaking, he heard the woman in red in the alley sneer and say, "What are you practicing?" Be an executioner? ”

Chen Qingshan didn't care, and said calmly: "Don't care what she says." ”

The girl and Zhang San both nodded.

Zhang San babbled a lot of things, and then took out a soft little purse from his arms, which was about some silver tickets and the like.

Zhang San stuffed the little purse to the girl, and then left here step by step—he also wanted to watch the two of them leave here, but after thinking about it, the ghost knew if the sword cultivator who didn't know where he came from would burst out and kill people, so it was better to slip away quickly.

Zhang San walked away in the snowstorm.

The girl stood there with some restlessness wringing her slender fingers, watching her father drift away.

Chen Qingshan's voice rang out on the side.

"What's your name?"

The girl came back to her senses, glanced at Chen Qingshan, and said softly: "Zhang Lizi, the pear of Pear Blossom, despite my father's saying that he will practice in the future, this name is too vulgar, I want to change a name, it is called Zhang Lizi, the one who leaves, the purple purple, after all, the pear real person does not sound ..... the real person who leaves the purple."

Chen Qingshan shook his head calmly and said, "You don't need to change it, it's good to call pears." ”

It's naturally good to call pears.

It's not bad to call it a small fish.

If it's called Qingshan, it's probably the best in the world.

Zhang Lizi, a girl from a small town, nodded, bent down and picked up the food.

Chen Qingshan had already walked out of the alley.

Zhang Lizi glanced back at the green pepper holding the sword in the alley, and became a little flustered, and hurriedly followed with those things.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the world is still reunited.

It's just that there will be some unavoidable partings after all.

As we left, the wind and snow gradually stopped, and the twilight on the mountain side took on some floating purple.

If this sentence is used to explain Lizi, maybe Chen Qingshan will like it a little.

A red-clothed sword cultivator from the East China Sea followed.

After all, if you get lost, it may be difficult to find it, especially for someone like Chen Qingshan.

......

When Han Cicada was sitting on the roof of a high-rise building somewhere in the world and looking at the academy, someone stepped on the snow and walked over.

It was a sword cultivator dressed in a white robe that didn't look clean and was missing a piece - the missing piece was blindfolded.

The cicada watched for a long time, until the man stepped on the snow on the eaves and walked in front of him.

"How do you see clearly?"

Zhang Xiaoyu sat down on the roof, thought for a while and said, "Because there is wind in the world." ”

The chiller raised an eyebrow.

"For example, you're frowning at the snow."

Zhang Xiaoyu said softly.

"There is wind in the world, so things in the world have shapes, but there are no colors, just lines, like a very simple painting."

"You can color it yourself, though. For example, if your name is Chilling Cicada, I can think that you are wearing a dark and brown robe, sitting on some green cornice, and the blood on your sword is red, and some white snow has fallen. You also have a package full of money in your arms, which should be a very attractive silver ticket. ”

The cicada was amazed and said, "You can see this? ”

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled slightly.

"Because I'm always short of money, I'm very sensitive to things like money."

Zhang Xiaoyu paused and said, "You seem to be a little excited? ”

Han Cicada sat on the roof and said with a smile: "Yes, because you are Zhang Xiaoyu, your bounty is much more generous than theirs. I can't help but feel a little tempted. What's more, you don't have a sword in your scabbard yet..... Wait, why don't you have a sword in your scabbard? ”

The chilling smile froze.

Shu He died downstairs in the wind, Han Cicada naturally knew.

Therefore, the cause and effect of such a sword should have ended, and Zhang Xiaoyu's sword should also fall peacefully in his sheath.

It's just that Zhang Xiaoyu is now, and there is still no sword in the scabbard.

Zhang Xiaoyu faced the wind, maybe he could see the surprise on the face of the cold cicada, and said with a slight smile: "Don't worry, this has nothing to do with you." ”

The cicada calmed down and grasped the sword at his feet.

"Yes, but it makes me seem more tempted."

It's just that he was probably so tempted, and when Zhang Xiaoyu raised a finger, he dispelled it very sincerely.

Han Cicada looked at the incomparably deep and majestic Dao rhyme on the white-clothed sword cultivator in front of him in surprise.

"When did you enter the Five Stacks Realm?"

Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "When I walked back and forth in the rumor. ”

Han Cicada let go of the sword in his hand and said very melancholy, "I can't understand. ”

"But you have to learn to understand."

Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "There has always been a fish in the world, and when it sinks in the river, it may walk very slowly. But one day, when no one responds to its struggles and cries for help, it will be pushed away from the banks of the river and into the vast sea, and it will swim faster and faster. ”

The cicada was silent for a moment and said, "What is this fish called?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Zhang Xiaoyu." ”

The chill sighed.

"Senior brother really shocked me for a whole year, about the whole thousand and four years, I dreamed that there was a fish called Zhang Xiaoyu in the world."

This disciple from the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect called out to Senior Brother very sincerely.

People of their age are generally three-fold waves, or four-fold waves.

Zhang Xiaoyu was so unreasonable to fold the waves.

Han Cicada probably also understood why the three swords in the world were Zhang Xiaoyu and not himself.

"Maybe after I go back, I will have to call Senior Brother Cheng Lu sincerely."

Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled softly.

is also the younger generation of the world's three swords, and the relationship between Zhang Xiaoyu and Cheng Lu is naturally okay.

The two sat on the eaves for a long time, and then Han Chan turned his head to look at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "What does Senior Brother do when he comes on vacation?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "Watch the play." ”

Han Cicada was silent for a while, and said, "Whose play?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu sat peacefully on the roof of this high-rise building with the scabbard on his back.

"I watch anyone's play, and whoever plays are good-looking, I will watch whom's play. I watched my drama as the world used to watch it. ”

Although this red building is not as tall as the windward building, it is also one of the best high-rise buildings in the city.

There are many industries in the building, such as wine shops, inns, and some singing and dancing platforms.

Maybe there was indeed a drama in the building.

Some of the very festive and lively drum music and singing voices drifted in the wind and snow - the people of the fake capital love to watch this kind of opera called flower drum opera during the Chinese New Year.

Han Cicada silently looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, who was sitting on the ridge of the roof and listening to the sound of opera downstairs knocking on the eaves.

About the current Zhang Xiaoyu, it is indeed not the Zhang Xiaoyu that the world was familiar with back then.

The face that was blindfolded with the corner of the white robe had a faint and gentle smile.

But such a smile may be detached.

It's like the meaning of those words he said to the chilling cicada.

The cicada watched quietly for a long time, and then stepped on some fine snow with his sword in his hand, and walked towards the eaves of the lower floor of the tall building.

It's like a bouncing little paper figure, falling towards the world little by little, and then walking along the long street.

The cicada is poignant.

When he sat next to Zhang Xiaoyu, this disciple of the Liuyun Sword Sect did have a chilling feeling.

He didn't know where it came from.

But in short, it made him feel a little uneasy.

So he decided to end his mission in Huangliang as soon as possible and return to the Liuyun Sword Sect.

Such two big orders are enough to make him happy for a long time.

It's just that in the Hanging Courtyard of the Fake Capital, although there is no major repair like the Qing Xiang, it can also be regarded as a small place to practice.

Liu Chunfeng is a tricky person, how can he successfully sneak in, but earning these 30,000 yuan is also a distressing thing.

When the cicada walked down the street with a sad face, he saw someone standing with a sword at the end of the long street in the wind and snow, waiting there for a wine shop on the street to sell him a bowl of hot wine.

There is a cold and cold bell in the world, and the sound of the bell rings slightly.

The sunset is cold, and the leaves are cold.

When Han Chan saw Ye Hanzhong, Ye Hanzhong, who was wearing a black robe and flying quietly in the wind and snow, also looked over.

"Divide me 10,000 yuan, I can help you."

Ye Hanzhong's voice was calm.

Chill clenched the sword in his hand.

It is very emotional to talk about money between brothers and sisters.

It's just that people like Ye Hanzhong, if they don't talk about money, it will probably be a more frightening thing.