After listening to the story told by a little demon, the young man under the umbrella left the mountain road with an umbrella and a sword on his back with full of sorrow.

It's just not heading towards Lingbei.

Rather, further south of Lingnan, an ancient southern city that is still immersed in the excitement of the New Year.

The story of everything is like that in the middle of the lake in the mountains in the north, Bai Yuyu saw it when he spied on the fate of the world last year.

The story may look like this.

......

"She was killed by a teenager from the Human Sword Sect by the river."

Tanuki sat down on the side of the road, perhaps to make it more comfortable, and he put down the jar and removed the sword behind him, intending to tell some stories to the young man, who was also a rat and a rat.

Nandao held an umbrella and stood there, looking at the boy and whispering, "Why?" ”

Tanuki was silent for a long time, and then said softly, "I don't know, when I went, she had already collapsed and returned to her body. But I may have guessed something from the words of those Sword Sect disciples. ”

Tanuka looked silently at the letter that peeked out of her bosom.

"She may know some secrets of a certain Sword Sect disciple."

When Nandao heard this, he suddenly clenched the umbrella in his hand.

"What's the secret?"

"I don't know."

"When was that?"

Tanuki said softly: "The day Lingnan closed the mountain. ”

Nandao looked at the little demon boy in front of him in a daze.

The day Lingnan closed the mountain.

It is also the day when the people of the Blue Heaven Dao come.

So when was that?

Nandao stood there breathlessly, then unconsciously took a few steps back, but staggered and almost fell into the snow.

The world is like a thunderstorm rising from the Pinghu Lake.

So thousands of wind and rain suddenly fell, completely submerging the boy.

Are you really safe and stable in Lingnan?

A voice rang out in the heart of the South Island.

His hands and feet were cold, as if he were full of wind and snow.

Tanuka didn't notice the boy's abnormality, but still hung his head, and said there full of sadness.

Until the young man gasped for breath, bent over to support his knees, and said that sentence with a cold sweat and a pale face.

"I know the secret."

Tanuki raised his head and looked at the young man who had changed his appearance on the mountain road, and was stunned.

"What did you say?"

"I know the secret."

The young man's face was full of pain, with all kinds of remorse and guilt.

"Hu Lu may not know me, but he only knows that rats know the secret."

The boy finally raised his head and looked at the little demon boy in front of him tremblingly.

"I used that secret to test the people of the North."

That's all the boy said.

What the secret is is not an important thing in this story.

So the South Island is not mentioned.

The tanuki boy sitting there didn't mention it either.

He just suddenly lifted his sword and stood up.

With a cold unsheathed sound, the sword was pressed against Nandao's heart.

Maybe some have been pierced in.

So blood was slowly dripping from the blade.

Tanuka didn't say anything, just angrily pushed forward and continued to push his sword.

It's just that there is a cold light flashing in the mountain snow.

It's Parrot Island.

The sword in Tanuka's hand was cut off by a sword, and only a piece was still hanging in Nandao's heart, and then fell down.

Parrot Island hovers on the side of the South Island with a cold light shining on the mountain snow.

The boy with the black umbrella may have finally relented, and after driving Parrot Island to cut off the tanuka's sword, he didn't hold the sword, but just stood there silently.

It wasn't until the little demon boy picked up the sword again in the snow and came towards Nandao with a sword intention that Nandao finally raised his hand to hold the parrot island, and with a bang, a sword cut off the orange-clothed boy's sword again.

So there was silence on the mountain road.

Two teenagers stood with swords in hand.

The only remaining lone seedling demon of the Lame Deer Sword Sect was full of anger, like a fried-haired cat.

The South Island, however, gradually calmed down.

"I don't want to say anything more intentionally or unintentionally." Nan Dao held the Parrot Island, turned his head to look at the southern mountain snow, and said softly, "I killed the rat and rat, so I owe her, but it has nothing to do with you." ”

Tanuka held the broken sword, and he naturally knew that he would not be the opponent of this umbrella boy.

"There's no point in talking about such things."

"Of course I do."

Nandao put away the sword in his hand and turned to head down the mountain.

"I will go to Nanyi City myself to atone for that mistake at the beginning."

Tanuka sneered and looked at the back of the boy leaving.

"How do you redeem?"

"I'll kill the hulu."

"I thought you would die to apologize."

Tanuki's sarcastic sound resounded on the mountain path.

Nandao paused and looked at the umbrella in his hand.

"Maybe the world can't afford to apologize like this."

Nandao naturally will not forget the ten miles of wind and snow outside Nanyi City.

Tanuka didn't catch up with the boy.

It's like when I was in Nanyi City.

There are many things, and he still can't do anything about them.

Therefore, there is no need for the sword to break a third time.

He just squatted down silently, picked up the two severed swords, put them on the wine jar, and then hugged the wine jar and headed towards the Lame Deer Sword Sect.

After walking for a long time, he turned around and looked at the snow in Lingnan Mountain.

In the snow, a boy is walking quietly, his head bowed, perhaps firming his resolve.

So I drank while walking.

Tanuka stood silently in the wind.

For him, the best story is naturally that this boy killed another boy and then died in the Human Sword Sect.

The death of rats and rats is naturally at fault for everyone.

Myself too.

If only there hadn't been so much hesitation in those stories.

Nothing will come to this.

Tanuki lifted the wine seal and quietly looked at his own reflection in the altar.

Maybe there was a moment when he thought about drowning himself like those people of the Ancient Dao Gate.

But in the end, he didn't do it, just raised the jar, took a big sip, and then walked towards the mountain.

Tanuki threw his broken sword in the mountains, and then picked up a sword used by one of his senior brothers from the forest on the side.

The sword was broken, but the man was still there.

Tanuki took his sword and went up the mountain.

......

The serum may have laid down something, or maybe not.

It's just that after the New Year, after all, there is no longer as depressed as before.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, he played cards with his brothers for a day, and also helped to receive some people from the city who came to visit.

People also didn't mention the matter of the mouse demon on the Nanyi River.

Everyone came and laughed and walked away.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Hu Lu didn't play cards anymore, so he walked over from the gatehouse with a sword on his back and a pot of wine.

Seeing him like this, Mei Quming and the others asked with some concern, "Where are you going?" ”

Hu Lu raised the flask in his hand and said very calmly, "I'll go and bring some wine to the rat." ”

Mei Quming and the others were silent for a while, but they didn't say anything, but said softly: "Go early and come back early." ”

"Hmm."

Hu Lu nodded and walked out of the porter.

The world is still very lively.

This kind of excitement lasts for a long time, perhaps until about the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Maybe it will disappear a little earlier.

The story of the south, it is naturally impossible for the people of Nanyi City not to know.

On the fifteenth day of the first month, the Taiyi Spring Festival.

If Huangliang really sacrifices to gods and ghosts, it will naturally not be good news for Nanyi City.

Hu Lu carried a pot of wine and walked quietly on the street, and someone on the side of the road saw this little boy from the Sword Sect, maybe he thought about saying hello, but he didn't know why, he put away his hand that had been raised again, and walked over from the side.

So a lot of things, although the world no longer mentions them, but the memory is always there.

Hu Lu naturally saw this scene, but did not say anything.

He didn't know what to say, so he just lowered his head and walked along the riverbank.

Until it stopped again at the same place where the boat had been parked.

For example, carving a boat for a sword.

Hu Lu carved a sword mark of memory by the river, and then looked for the existence of such a figure in the long river of years.

If someone else comes.

This may be a touching thing.

But he is a suffoc.

It was the boy who came drunk in the snow on the day when Zhang Xiaoyu said goodbye and Chen Huaifeng left suddenly, and beat the mouse demon to death on the ice on the riverbank.

The reed rested there quietly.

Senior Brother Huaimin's Sleepless Sword was also inserted there.

The people of Nanyi City have not moved.

What Hu Lu did is still an unsolved case that has not been explained to the world.

But the world didn't pull out the sword, and went to the Sword Sect to ask for a reason.

In the final analysis, it was the Human Sword Sect that supported this ancient city.

And not a maiden ferrying on the river.

Hu Lu placed the pot of wine on the guardrail and looked down.

There was still ice on the riverside, but it was clean and bloodless.

Maybe someone nearby washed it, or maybe when the snow stopped and melted, the bright red went with the stream.

Anyway, there was no trace of it.

But the beard remembers it clearly.

How he drew his sword and raised his fist.

Blaming everything on drunkenness will only make yourself more and more miserable.

So after sitting by the bridge of a pond stream for a long time, Hu Lu finally admitted it calmly.

When he walked out of the Sword Sect, he thought about killing the mouse demon on the river.

Or maybe sooner.

When he saw Senior Brother Huaifeng standing in the winter wind with great distress.

That sentence, if the senior brother can't do it, then I'll come, maybe it's really not a joke.

When Hu Lu thought like this, he was a little painful, but this pain was naturally much weaker than struggling with prevarication.

"I thought about it for a long time."

The young man looked at a river of water by the railing and said to himself.

"Actually, I had a lot of options at the time. It doesn't have to kill you. ”

"For example, I can sit on your boat and watch you all day until those stories really settle down - it is undeniable that at that time, I was indeed frightened by many words from Senior Brother Huaifeng, such as the war between the Qingtian Dao and the Human Sword Sect."

Hulu paused sullenly for a long time, then picked up the flask and took a sip of himself.

"But later, it wasn't until some stories in Lingnan were told to me by the senior brothers that I realized that I was thinking too much, even if you really sent such a letter to the human world, unless it was absolutely necessary, it would be absolutely impossible for Qingtian Dao to fall out with the Human Sword Sect because of this."

Hu Lu looked up at the dusk sky on the second day of the Lunar New Year.

There are still children setting off fireworks in the glow after the snow has stopped, but they are far less gorgeous than at night.

On the contrary, in such a rich tone, in that kind of fireworks, there is a pale and cold feeling.

Like a lonely, lonely mouse demon sleeping forever in the river.

Hu Lu bowed his head.

"So you're right, a teenager hears some stories, and thinks he's mature, and can think about many things freely—but this world doesn't deceive the young. I am the little boy who should not be bullied by my brothers. ”

"So in a hurry, so in a panic."

Hulu wept in the twilight by the river.

The people passing by hurried, as if they did not see the young man crying by the river, and no one came in their eyes, and no one went beside them.

Hu Lu raised his hand to wipe his tears with his sleeve, picked up the pot of wine that had been placed on the guardrail, and tilted it into the river.

A glimmer of wine fell into the twilight and poured over the ice by the river, flowing like tears.

Hu Lu seems to have seen such a small boat slowly coming in the great river of the world that will not thaw for a long time.

There was a young girl at the head of the boat holding her cheeks, waiting for the wine to be hot on the stove at the head of the boat.

"Your wine doesn't taste good, drink mine."

Hu Lu wanted to say this to the girl.

It's just that he didn't say it.

However, he was still in the midst of the hustle and bustle of the world, and heard such a sentence.

Hu Lu turned his head, and a tired-looking young man stood by the river, holding an umbrella, holding a black wine jug in his hand, and half a pot of peach blossom wine in the pot, and a line of wine fell into the river with a few pieces of peach blossoms that had been boiled and decolored.

Hu Lu was stunned - in April last year, he saw such a young man stabbed by his brother's sword and fell into the river.

Turns out you're not dead yet?

Hu Lu thought blankly.

Or are they dead, but just like the grimaces of the past, the dead sometimes come back to the world?

Nandao didn't say anything, just stood by the river, quietly watching the line of water go away.

The pot of peach blossom wine that Le Chaotian cooked for him all morning was indeed delicious.

So Nandao drank all the way and left half a pot.

Rat rats will probably enjoy drinking this kind of wine.

Nandao still remembers the appearance of the girl standing on the bow of the boat with her feet crossed and looking for her to drink when she first came to Nanyi City.

In fact, when he was going all the way, Nan Dao kept thinking that maybe the young man was unsettled after the Lame Deer Sword Sect was destroyed, so he went crazy and imagined such a story.

Maybe in Nandao's memory, in his vision of the future, that girl will stay on this Nanyi River for a long time, until one day she has collected 100,000 copper coins, to find the Taoist who is missing a door and changed her life, and she will walk comfortably in the world, maybe one day, they will meet again somewhere in the world, and she is thinking about something with a sad face.

So the little demon girl came with a boat in the clear stream.

He smiled and asked him what he was worried about, and then asked him about the story that the South Island still hadn't told.

Although it was such a story, Nandao himself could not remember what he was going to tell.

Maybe that's why.

A girl who was waiting to hear the story disappeared one day.

Rats are naturally very good friends of the South Island.

It was also his first friend in Nanyi City.

After disappearing in Nanke Town, Nandao began to seriously remember his friends in Nanyi City.

If one day Nanyi City also disappears, he can dig out some memories from the years, find someone to confront him, and prove that he has indeed stayed in Nanyi City in such a chaotic way.

It's just that.

The rat is dead.

So Nandao didn't want to risk a lot of life and death, but he still let the young man he used to like stabbed himself.

I am still willing to go all the way south and walk back to the road I used to have.

Come and do something.

Until the remaining half pot of peach blossom wine poured into the big river that took the twilight snow with the human boat.

The boy under the umbrella let go of the flask and let it fall towards the river.

It fell on the ice below, smashed to pieces, and some unfinished wine flowed out of the broken flask.

Like a juice-dripping, ripe fruit that has been broken with a fist.

Hu Lu looked at the place where the flask had shattered.

It may have been the same place where he had smashed his head that day.

Maybe not.

Hu Lu was just silently stunned in horror - that emotion came from the impact of some images that he didn't want to remember.

So at first, I just thought it was clean.

It seems that he sincerely admits some logical mistakes, some rash manners, and some teenage impulses.

The girl who was punched to death would forgive everything.

Of course not.

So Hulu heard a crisp sword sound.

Then the sound of the sword began to echo in his chest.

This young man from Lingnan may have finally gotten rid of some bad habits, such as the habit of chattering with people on innocuous topics - that might be able to hide some panic and some fear.

But now the South Island is not panicked, nor afraid, on the contrary, extremely calm.

He even knew how much of a ripple this sword would make in the entire south.

But he didn't say anything, no greetings after a long absence, no questions full of pain.

just discarded the wine jug, and then simply pulled out the sleepless sword inserted between the two, the sleepless sword that Jiang Ye left to the world.

All the greetings, all the questioning, all the outpouring and remorse.

It's all in that crisp sword.

The twilight of the city seemed to stand still.

But it is not the twilight that is stagnant, but all the people who come and go on the streets.

At the beginning of a certain snowfall, they saw the story of a teenager who killed a young girl.

And at the end of a certain snowfall, they saw the story of another boy stabbing the boy with a sword.

Then the sword intent began to permeate the long street, and all of it fell on the sleepless sword in a very measured manner.

Hu Lu was surprised for a moment, but he also laughed softly as if relieved.

If he didn't resist, even if his realm was already lower than that of Nandao, he might not be able to resist.

"So you came back for this."

Hulu whispered, letting go of the hand holding the flask.

Let those sword intents pass through the sleepless sword, like a huge snowstorm, in the low sound of swords, towards his chest.