When Hulu woke up, he found that he had fallen asleep by the river for no apparent reason.

And there was a small boat parked by the river, and rats were boiling wine on it, waiting to eat roast chicken.

Hu Lu was a little confused, his head seemed to be very heavy, and he looked at a lot of things with some ghosting appearances, such as two poached eggs-like suns lying in the snowy sky on the horizon.

While Hu Lu was still thinking about it, he saw the wine jug in his hand, and the wine seemed to have been drunk, but there seemed to be something in it.

Hu Lu shook it twice, but for some reason, instead of smashing it open to see, he threw it away, and then flipped into the rat's boat with drunkenness.

Hulu saw that the rat was looking at him, and he was listening intently.

But did you have to speak?

Hulu did not hear his own voice.

I just heard the winter river flowing down with the faint sound of the waves.

Then the sound of the waves died down, and the rats seemed to get excited.

However, he still didn't speak, but the voice of the long street on both sides of the strait came.

It's like another wave, it's very noisy.

Hu Lu felt that he must have been disturbed, so he kicked over the rat's stove in annoyance.

But what do you do with your own sword?

Hu Lu tried to control himself in a panic, but he couldn't, so he watched as he slashed the sword in his hand into the shoulder of the rat with a blank face.

Hulu stretched out his hand and wanted to say no.

But he still couldn't make any sound, and he couldn't stop it—it was as if he were in a boat, and it was he who held the sword, and it was as if he were on the riverbank, and he was the one who passed by.

Then everything fell in the panic and struggle of Hu Lu, in a bad direction that could not be easier.

He slashed the rat into the ice by the river and raised his fist again.

There was no sound, everything was like an unchangeable drama.

It was so cold and cruel in front of Hu Lu.

Until the last moment, Hu Lu raised his hand, and the rat demon under him was no longer silent, Hu Lu's wine seemed to be awake, but he looked at his fist stained with all kinds of flesh and blood with great trepidation.

Then he suddenly jumped up, climbed the guardrail of the riverbank, and fled all the way.

until he returned to the Sword Sect.

The brothers were playing cards, and Hu Lu easily slammed the door open, stumbling on the edge of the brother's table.

"Senior brother, I killed someone!"

"I killed someone, I beat the rat to death."

"Go and save her, brother!"

Hulu finally heard his own voice, so clear and loud that it had resounded in his heart a thousand times.

Mei Quming took the card in his hand, helped the gourd up, frowned and said, "What nonsense are you talking about." ”

"It's true, senior brother, go and save her."

Hu Lu looked at his senior brother with tears in his eyes and said.

Mei Quming touched Hulu's forehead.

"You don't have a fever, you've been leaning against the door and watching the snow and drinking! Are you dreaming? ”

Hu Lu was stunned for a moment, looked down at his hands, which were clean, and looked back, there was still a wine jug on the steps of the door, and a lot of snow dust had fallen on it, as if it had been there for a long time.

There was also a faint vacancy there, as if someone had once sat there for a long time.

Jiang Hehai, who was sitting diagonally against the door, said with a smile: "When Hu Lu went out, the door was not closed, I saw him drinking at the door, and then fell asleep, I don't know why he suddenly jumped up, and then slammed into the door, I thought he suddenly wanted to kill himself!" ”

Hu Lu was stunned.

Could it be that I was really drinking, and then fell asleep and had a dream?

But how can there be such a real dream?

Hulu still remembers the bright red vision of a fist smashing into his face and then blood splashing in his eyes.

And the sound of the wind, the panicked footsteps of pedestrians, the dull breathing of oneself.

Hulu stood up, walked out again, picked up the flask, and shook it for a while, the wine inside was still not finished, and it was swaying.

Mei Quming looked at the porter strangely for a while, and then put down the cards in his hand.

"Wait for me, I'll take Hulu to take a look, don't fucking look at my cards!"

"Okay, okay, definitely don't look at it."

Jiang Hehai said with a smile.

Mei Quming walked out and took the hand of the young man who was still stunned.

"Let's go, let's go to the river."

Hulu hugged the flask tightly and nodded.

The two walked along the long river in the fine wind and snow.

Then I saw the boat on the bank of a river somewhere.

The bow of the boat was empty.

Hu Lu stood there in trepidation, then slowly stretched out his head and looked down the riverbank.

Yet there was nothing on the banks of the river.

The ice is clean and shining in the twilight, which is very quiet.

Then some voices came out of the boat, it was rats.

The little demon girl on the river took out a hat and put it on her head unharmed, and then sat down by the stove again, took down the cheap wine that had been boiled, opened the half of the roast chicken, tore a piece of chicken, and ate it with great satisfaction.

"It smells so good!"

The mouse smiled and sighed, poured himself another glass of wine, and ate happily.

The sound of the wind blowing in the winter snow seemed to have suddenly forgotten a lot of things in those misty wind and snow.

Even the picture that was so real became blurry.

He shook his head and noticed that his head was heavy.

Mei Quming's hand was on his forehead.

Then he exclaimed and said, "You kid, why do you have a fever?" ”

Did you have a fever?

Hu Lu felt that his eyes could not be opened, and his head began to sway as if it had been filled with a lot of lead.

Mei Quming's voice was broken on the side.

"Eighty percent is sitting at the door watching the snow, and I drank too much wine, and I caught a cold, I'll take you back to sleep."

Hu Lu grabbed the railing, shook his head, and said, "No, I'm going to watch it for a while." ”

Mei Quming glanced at the rats and rats on the bow of the boat who were eating roast chicken and drinking wine, pulled the hulu, frowned and said, "What's so good about eating roast chicken?" When you go back and get rid of your fever, I'll buy you two and let you eat alone. ”

"I don't."

Like a child who didn't buy the candy he wanted, Hulu stubbornly clung to the railing.

Then I don't know why, Hu Lu felt that his nose was a little sour, but he cried.

"I don't, I'm going to watch!"

Mei Quming saw the young man who was already crying, but he had no choice, and said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, then watch it for a while." ”

This Sword Sect senior brother looked left and right for a while, then let go of the hulu, ran to the umbrella shop not far away to buy an umbrella, ran back to support the two of them, and swept the snow on the head of the hulu lying on the guardrail.

Hu Lu lay there quietly, crying and smiling slightly.

It's so nice, it turned out to be a dream.

It turned out to be a dream!

Hu Lu looked at the little girl of the demon clan at the head of the boat very happily.

He didn't know why he had such a strong emotion surging in his heart.

The young man didn't know what it was like, as if he felt guilty, as if he was satisfied, as if he was bitter, and as if he was worried about losing everything, so he looked at it for a long time in a daze through the hazy fine snow, and then said softly: "Senior brother, do I like her anymore?" ”

Mei Quming stood under the umbrella with a strange expression, looking at the Hu Lu and then at the boat head rat.

"Are you burned?"

Mei Quming touched Hu Lu's head very nervously.

The silly boy's forehead was getting hotter and hotter.

"We have to go back!"

Mei Quming's words were very harsh.

Hu Lu clung to the guardrail.

"I don't want it!"

Only this time, Mei Quming didn't tolerate Hu Lu anymore, pulled the young man off the guardrail, carried it on his shoulder, and then walked in the direction of the Human Sword Sect.

Hulu struggled for a while, but to no avail, he could only stare blankly at the girl at the head of the boat under the undulating umbrellas.

Maybe it was the movement here that alarmed her.

The rat finally raised his head, with a lot of confusion in his dark eyes, looking at the young man who was carried away by the senior brother of the Sword Sect.

So in the fine snow, in a haze, the two of them got farther and farther apart.

It's like never going to see each other again.

Hulu sobbed.

Then he grabbed Mei Quming's clothes on the back and whimpered.

Until finally, those dark and clean eyes could no longer see in the snow.

Hu Lu finally burst out crying.

Howling in despair with so much sadness.

It's like never going to see each other again.

......

The South Island is back in Lingnan.

Parrot Zhou, who fell into the Nanyi River, naturally did not forget to bring it back when he left Nanyi City.

All the sword cultivators have dispersed, and they have returned to their respective homes, after all, this is still the second day of the Lunar New Year.

Lu Xiaoer also went back, Wu Dalong and Lu Xiaoxiao didn't come, only Lu Xiaoer came, he needed to go back and tell them about Nanyi City.

The South Island stayed by the Wind Stream.

Although the sword didn't really fall on him, he still suffered some injuries after all, and he needed to recuperate.

Fortunately, the wind and snow have stopped, and only a lot of snow remains in this place.

Naturally, the people of the Wind Listening Sword Sect are still nearby, after all, this is the territory of the Wind Listening Sword Sect.

Gu Shanhong and Shen Qingmoss were also there from the Little Nine Peaks Sword Sect.

Nandao and those people, most of them have only one side, and the only one who is familiar with them is Tingfeng Yin and Gu Shanhong.

It's just that most of these Lingnan sword cultivators, who have only one side of the relationship and have never even seen them, went down the mountain together today, went to Nanyi City, and became their own backup.

Nandao stood by the stream bridge, silently looking at everyone, most of whom he did not know the name, only a few, such as Sang Shanyue, such as Yuan Sanzhou.

It was a long time before Nandao saluted everyone very sincerely in the mountain night.

"I'm sorry for causing you today."

Just like the name, the first peak master Shen Qingmos, who has never had anything to say, said in a low voice: "It's just a trivial matter, we didn't have any damage, we just delayed some time." ”

Nandao said very guiltily: "But Lingnan and the Human Sword Sect have turned their faces, and this is the biggest loss. ”

The land of Lingnan has always been considered by the world to be the sword cultivation settlement of the Sword Sect of the Human World, because although Lingnan is weak, it has the name of the Sword Sect of the Human World in the south after all, and the world will give some face after all.

Only after today's events.

It is impossible for the world not to know the story that happened in Nanyi City.

Since then, maybe Lingnan is Lingnan, and the Human Sword Sect is the Human Sword Sect.

Even if there was a dispute between the Human Sword Sect and Lingnan thousands of years ago, it was a story during the Huai'an calendar after all, and it may not be a real face-turning at that time, but Lingnan wanted to go down the mountain, and the Human Sword Sect did not allow it.

And on the second day of the Lunar New Year in the year 1004 of the Great Wind Calendar, countless Lingnan sword cultivators fell to Nanyi City and confronted those Sword Sect disciples blatantly.

Such a story naturally cannot be resolved peacefully.

However, whether it was listening to the wind or Gu Shanhong, or the people of the Little Nine Peaks Sword Sect, there was no sadness.

The sword cultivator who sat by the stream all day long and listened to the wind only said with a little regret: "There are some things that naturally have to be abandoned after all, Lingnan has always been Lingnan, not a subsidiary sect of the Human Sword Sect. Sometimes, when we think about it, maybe it is precisely because we have lived under the protection of the Human Sword Sect for thousands of years that Lingnan has never really stood up in the human world. Like the weeds under an old tree—the blades of the grass are always sparse, yellow, and perhaps less than an inch tall under the big trees that shade the sky and the sun. ”

Gu Shanhong said softly: "So such a thing, for Lingnan, is not a good thing, but maybe for a long time after that, Lingnan will not be able to face many things like in the past, weak but also confident." ”

For example, when Simon brought a knife to the stream and listened to the wind's conversation.

If you don't give face to Lingnan, you don't give face to the Sword Sect.

The first thing is the Human Sword Sect, and then the places of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect and the East China Sea Sword Sect in the distance.

And the Sword Sect in the distance, it is not because of the Sword Sect in the world that it will give Lingnan some respect.

Shen Qingmoss looked at the mountains and snow in the world, but said indifferently: "Before the Human Sword Sect fell from the cliff to the human world, Lingnan was still not trampled on. ”

This sword cultivator from the Jiufeng Sword Sect, which was once rarely brilliant in Lingnan, naturally had a more quiet arrogance.

Nandao's expression was still a little pale, after all, he faced Jiang Ye with all his strength, coughed softly, and sat down on the river bridge with an umbrella.

Listening to the wind, he had already burned the stove that had not been completely extinguished when he left in a hurry, boiled wine on it, and said with a chuckle: ", After all, it has happened, why don't you drink some hot wine first." ”

Naturally, there were not so many people sitting on the river bridge, Shen Qingmos, the people of the Little Jiufeng Sword Sect, looked at the listening wind who was cooking wine, shook their heads, and said, "Let's go back first, maybe there will really be teachers and brothers from the Human Sword Sect coming up the mountain, and we still have to make some preparations." ”

Listening to Fengyin, he nodded solemnly and said, "Okay." ”

Before Shen Qingmoss and them left, they asked for some people from the Shocking Sword Sect and the Wind Listening Sword Sect.

After all, in addition to those scattered sword sects, it is their eleven sword sects that support Lingnan, if there is no matter of Nanyi City, Lingnan mountain patrols are naturally enough.

It's just that it's obviously a bit tight at the moment.

So he asked some people from these two places to go to patrol Lingnan.

Nandao coughed for a while, but his condition was okay, just a peach blossom in the sea of gods, and the petals on his face were extremely red, like blood.

After all, he existed in the form of a divine soul, and the Dao sword he pulled out was destroyed, and the divine sea was shocked by the sword intent, and the peach blossom was naturally more seriously injured.

Listening to the wind, she took the flask off and poured a cup of hot wine for each of the three of them, before putting the jug back on the stove.

Nan Dao held the wine glass in his hand, then looked at the two who were drinking very quietly, and said slowly: "How did Lingnan know that something would happen when I went to Nanyi City?" ”

Listening to Feng Yin, he was silent for a while, and said softly: "Because I have long known that the little demon on the Nanyi River is dead, and the story of the little demon of the Lame Deer Sword Sect." ”

Knowing more, and then connecting those stories, it is easy to guess the cause of the death of the little demon on the river.

So when there was a sound of sword wind blowing from near the lame deer sword sect, listening to the wind and guessing what Nandao would do.

Nandao whispered, "I see. ”

The young man under the umbrella can naturally understand why Tingfeng Yin always has to hide such a thing from himself.

So he didn't say anything more, just lowered his head and drank in silence.

Listening to Feng Yin and looking at the silent Nandao, he naturally didn't mention this matter, but just asked, "Are you still going back to the Tianya Sword Sect?" ”

Nan Dao shook his head lightly and said, "No, I will rest here for a day today, and I will leave Lingnan tomorrow." ”

Gu Shanhong said softly: "If you leave earlier, you may be able to make less trouble." ”

Listening to the wind Yin sighed and said: "It's useless, things like this, the rumors in the world spread quickly." ”

So no matter how hurriedly the South Island leaves.

The senior brothers of the Sword Sect will still be waiting on the road to the north.

From Lingnan to the East China Sea, it is naturally a long journey.

Unless the South Island can find the location of Heavenly Town in the East China Sea on earth.

Otherwise, such a journey will naturally require this teenager to walk for a long time.

The three of them drank in silence on the brook bridge.

Listening to Feng Yin, I didn't know what I remembered, but I also squeezed out some smiles in my worries.

"If you can really walk to the East China Sea safe and sound this time.....

This sword cultivator, who was already slowly aging, said softly, "Maybe he can be famous in the world." ”

From Lingnan to the sword cliff, all the way to the appointment of the world.

If you can really finish it.

Naturally, it is famous all over the world.

Nandao said softly: "Senior really thinks that I can smoothly pass the obstacles of those disciples of the Human Sword Sect and go to the East China Sea? ”

Listening to Fengyin, he took a sip of wine, and said with a chuckle: "The dream still has to be had, what if it comes true?" What's more, Nandao, you are not the person Lingnan wants......"

This sword cultivator looked in the direction of the East China Sea in the world.

"You're the one you want from the Sword Grinding Cliff."

Gu Shanhong was a little regretful, and said slowly: "Yes, in the final analysis, you are the one who sharpens the sword cliff after all." ”

Nandao held the wine glass and looked at the snowy mountains of Lingnan at night, and said softly: "But Lingnan is my hometown. ”

I asked Lingnan if it should be good, but he said: This place of peace is my hometown.

Lingnan is naturally not the hometown of this teenager who grew up in Nanke Town, outside Nanyi City.

Only, there are places.

Not hometown.

It's better than home.