The white plum on the bank of the stream outside the gate has withered several rounds.

The young Taoist stood there quietly, looking up at the swaggering white flowers in the spring breeze of a tree.

I don't know how long it has passed, just as the Taoist wanted to raise his hand to pick a plum blossom, a very steady footstep came from not far away.

The young Taoist's movements stopped, and the footsteps were very familiar.

I haven't heard of it in years.

So he was silent for a long time before turning his head back and looking at the Taoist man who had a different face from his own, but his facial features were quite similar.

The two of them looked at each other for a long time in the spring breeze outside the gate, watching the Ximei in front of them.

After a long time, the young Daoist from the Qingtian Dao said softly, "I haven't seen you for many years, brother. ”

The Taoist who had broken the leg of a young man under an umbrella with a stick in Nanyi City smiled slightly.

"You're on the avenue, mountain snow."

So the person who looked at the plum blossoms in front of the view was naturally not Li Shi.

It's the snow.

The one who came to this place was Dogwood.

After the two of them had said this, they did not say anything more, but stood there in silence for a long time.

I haven't seen each other for many years, and there won't be many endless words, just a long silence, trying to fade the estrangement of those years.

After a long time, Jiang Shanxue said softly: "My brother should have gone to the desert with Qingjia, why did he appear here?" ”

Jiang Zhuyu smiled and said, "Then why are you here?" ”

So Jiang Shanxue understood that some things have probably deviated very far.

The young Taoist turned his head and looked at the plum blossom tree quietly.

"I want to come and see Senior Brother Li Shi."

When the mountain fire spread all over the world, Jiangshan Xue was ordered by Bai Yuyu to go to the mountain and river view.

After informing the uncle of the meaning of the white jade ballad, Jiang Shanxue left the northwest, but this Taoist did not return to Qingtian Dao, but went all the way to the outside of the pass, until he slowly came to the Xiyun Temple where Li Shi lived.

When Zhang Xiaoyu's story fell to the world.

In this view of mountains and rivers, the only senior brother of Guanzong who has a good reputation in the world probably began to have a new impression in the hearts of the world.

Brothers, friends, brothers, and brothers.

Chen Qingshan and Zhang Xiaoyu are all like this.

So is such a Daomen senior brother who is said to not look at the world and only asks the Great Dao, is it really only about the Great Dao?

Jiang Shanxue also thinks so.

It's just that he didn't see such a cultivator in this Taoist temple outside the gates.

The Taoist didn't know where he went.

Only one white plum tree bloomed lonely.

And he met his brother.

A lot of Jiang Zhuyu who went to Nanyi City before.

The story of Beitai and 300,000 Qingjia seems to be very far away.

But it was only last year.

It hasn't even been a year since the young man injured Ximen with a finger and took the army talisman to the north.

It's just that after their surprise attack on Huaidu failed, they fled to the northern desert in embarrassment, and there has been no news in the world since then.

At one point, some people thought that they had been submerged by those desert sandstorms.

......

After Jiang Shanxue said that she was coming to see Li Shi, Jiang Zhuyu just looked at the back of her brother for a long time.

Looking at his old Qingtian Dao robe.

It was a whiter garment.

As for whether it is really more innocent than today's Qingtian Dao, this is something that cannot be traced back in the world.

Today's Qingtian Dao is an extension of the story of the white wind and rain.

It's just that there was such a major overhaul of the Daomen back then, how did he get into the twelfth floor?

Many of the stories have been buried in the story of the disintegrating Daomen leaders, and have become inconsequential appetizers.

"What would you say if you saw him?"

Jiang Zhuyu looked at Jiang Shanxue's back and said.

Jiang Shanxue said calmly: "I will ask him if it is." ”

Jiang Zhuyu smiled softly, turned to look at the small Taoist temple, and said softly: "But before you ask him, he will only ask you if it is." ”

Jiang Shanxue was silent for a long time, and then said slowly: "Since my brother said so, then I probably don't need to ask, it seems that many stories in the world are the handwriting of Senior Brother Li." ”

This is a difficult sentence to understand.

That logic is hidden in the two yes and nos.

The inducement of today's story in the world comes from what the old master of Qingtian Dao, Bai Fengyu, did back then.

Whether the rivers and mountains are as innocent as the ancient Qingtian Dao may not be a big deal.

But if Li Shi wasn't, he wouldn't ask.

If he asked, he would.

These Taoists who came out of the story of Qingtian Dao naturally hate and dislike Bai Fengyu more than anyone else.

So much so that in the end, he did not hesitate to embark on the same path as he did back then.

Maybe the dragon slayer will eventually become a dragon.

Jiang Zhuyu was noncommittal.

Jiang Shanxue looked at it quietly for a long time, then turned around and looked at her brother's back.

"So what about you, brother?"

Jiang Zhuyu said lightly: "The whole world knows that I, Beitai, Baihe, and 300,000 Qingjia are anti-thieves, and it doesn't matter if someone like us is right or not." Aren't we, Huai'an will welcome us back with a smile? ”

Of course not.

After 300,000 Qingjia attacked Huaidu, it was destined to be a salvable thing.

Jiang Shanxue said slowly: "Beitai doesn't know what Huaidu looks like, don't you know either?" ”

Jiang Zhuyu said calmly: "We naturally know that it is precisely because we know that we will instigate the young master of Peking University to do such a thing. If he still has room to maneuver, then we have no room to maneuver. ”

Jiang Shanxue was silent for a long time, looking at the plum blossoms that fell in the wind, and looking at the plum blossoms that went away in the distant stream.

"What do you mean?"

Jiang Zhuyu turned around and smiled slightly.

"Aren't you watching?"

So Dogwood is naturally yes.

Jiang Shanxue stood there silently.

So those undercurrents are really much more turbulent than the world thinks.

"Li Shi, Zhang Xiaoyu, Ye Hanzhong, brother...... There are three swords and three views in the world, except for the grinding of the sword cliff and the lack of a door, they are all involved. ”

Jiang Zhuyu said calmly: "How can there be more than three swords and three views in the world? ”

For example, a city in the south of the plains that is rapidly falling.

Jiang Shanxue looked at his brother who had been separated for many years for a long time.

"So what do you mean by being here, telling me, telling us, that you are raging and irretrievable?"

Jiang Zhuyu said softly: "We are naturally a raging tide, but we need the whole world to save it. ”

"Let 300,000 Qingjia leave the world, let the gods and ghosts appear in the world, and provoke the demon clan strife."

Jiang Shanxue said slowly.

"If we can't get it back, have you ever thought about what will become of the world?"

Jiang Zhuyu smiled softly and walked towards the west of the world.

"It's nothing more than a big dream, nothing more than starting all over again."

This Taoist who has no wind in the whole story to spread to the world to seek plum blossoms walked a long way, and looked back at the rivers and snow, as if he wanted to say something to his brother, but in the end he didn't say anything, and quietly went away in the white plum rain blown by the spring breeze.

......

"Three times under the Pingshan Hall, half a life in the snap of the fingers."

"I haven't seen the old fairy for ten years, and the dragon and snake are flying on the wall."

"If you want to hang the article, you still sing the spring breeze of the willows."

"Stop talking about everything, turn your head to nothing."

Le Chaotian sat on the lonely island on the seaside, surging against the tide of the Manyu Sea, and sang softly.

"It's a dream when you don't turn your head."

Lu Xiaosan and Songguo sat on the side very blankly, watching the pair of hands stroking the qin gradually calm down, looking up at Le Chaotian, who was quite stunned, and asked very puzzledly: "What does this mean?" ”

Le Chaotian pushed away the guqin in front of him, stood up, stood on the lonely island by the sea with his hands, and said calmly: "Even if the article is shocked, it just means that the paper is alive." ”

“.....”

Does this old boy Le Chaotian think he is very handsome?

Lu Xiaosan thought a little speechlessly.

It's as if he asked, "Uncle Shi, what do you know?" What is the meaning? ”

Uncle Shi said, "Is it? meaning. ”

After Lu Xiaosan didn't bother to pay attention to the seaside, he seemed to have a lot less happy Le Chaotian, and ran to the edge of the lonely island, looking at the green-clothed young man who seemed to never get tired of looking at the sea.

"Senior, what do you mean by Uncle Shi?"

Cao Weiying smiled softly and said, "He means that life is too short, so why think so much?" ”

Lu Xiaosan felt that Le Chaotian definitely didn't mean this, this probably meant that Lu Xiaosan didn't think about it.

The little boy forgot that although this senior likes to drink, watch the lake, sleep and snore, he is also an out-and-out riddler.

Except for me, Lu Xiaosan is an honest and good boy.

The world is full of riddlers.

Lu Xiaosan hummed and chirped back to the small pavilion that Le Chaotian had built, and stretched out his hand towards Le Chaotian.

Say nothing.

Today, I, Lu Xiaosan, will also be a riddler.

Le Chaotian just glanced at it calmly, then reached into his sleeve and took out a big money bag, and threw it in the little boy's arms.

Lu Xiaosan was stunned.

No, this development is not right.

The old boy shouldn't frown, and then asked—are you going to do something?"

Le Chaotian looked at Lu Xiaosan's stunned appearance, and smiled very clearly: "Stupid little boy, you must know that most of the world's problems can be solved with a bag of money. ”

Lu Xiaosan was silent.

So Le Chaotian didn't even bother to ask what this kid was going to do.

Naturally, a young boy can't be a riddler.

His realm is too low, his influence is too small, his money bag is shriveled, and his hexagram is useless.

Naturally, it is impossible for the world to guess what he wants to do.

How could such a young boy be a Riddler?

However, whether Lu Xiaosan is a riddler or not, naturally it doesn't matter, flipping the money bag in his hand, the little boy looked at the pine cone on the side who was a little nervous.

The latter quickly looked away.

"What do you see me doing?"

Pine Cone swallowed.

What Lu Xiaosan wants to do with the money, this is something that the whole world knows.

So when the little demon girl saw this scene, she began to drool.

Lu Xiaosan smiled.

"Call me Lu Dajian Immortal, and I'll take you to the other side of the mountain to eat roast duck."

Soncone snorted disdainfully.

"Return Lu Dajian Immortal, go dream"

"I won't call you Lu Dajian Immortal, it's absolutely impossible to call you Lu Dajian Immortal."

"Even if I am a pine cone starving to death, in the Dead Sea, jumping from here, it is impossible to call you Lu Dajian Immortal."

Lu Xiaosan said with a smile: "Okay, okay, enough is enough." ”

The little boy turned around and hummed a little song and walked towards the beach beyond Guyu. "Who is the immortal, I am the immortal, who is the sword immortal, I am the sword immortal, hehe I am the sword immortal."

“.......”

The little girl still didn't look like she was buying it, but she followed honestly.

......

"Don't say that everything is empty, and when you don't turn your head, it's a dream."

The grass drank wine for the fireflies, and slowly said the song Xijiangyue that Fang Cai Le Chaotian sang.

"It's a dream when you don't turn your head."

Le Chaotian said softly: "Isn't that what the predecessors think? ”

Cao Wei Hotaru smiled and said, "The matter of butterfly dreams has always been difficult to explain. ”

Le Chaotian stood in the early morning sea breeze for a long time, and then said softly: "So what do the seniors think of the mountains and rivers?" ”

The grass is a firefly drinking wine and looking at the sea.

"You know it in your heart, so why do you ask me?"

Le Chaotian said slowly: "I thought that the predecessors should always have some different opinions when they came out of the stories of the year. ”

"Insights?"

Cao Weiying smiled and said, "Sometimes when I look at this vast sea, I think, how did Li Er look at the things of the world back then? ”

Le Chaotian naturally didn't know what happened back then, so he listened very respectfully.

"Li Er actually didn't say anything, even my master, he told Emperor Huai back then, the matter of Qianqiu was handed over to Qianqiu, but Li Er didn't say anything."

Le Chaotian probably understood the meaning of grass as fireflies.

"Since Lord Sword Saint was able to talk about Qianqiu's matter back then, it was naturally because he had also thought about that kind of thing. And the saints did not. He left all the choices to the world. ”

Le Chaotian whispered.

"Even if it is a Taoist saint, there are many holy words left in the world, but the saint does not."

"No man has self, no god has no merit, and no saint has no name."

Le Chaotian looked at the young man in green clothes.

"That's the opinion of my predecessors."

The grass is noncommittal, just smiling slightly and drinking wine, sitting and watching the world, not sitting in the world.

Le Chaotian sighed softly.

"So in the end, people who are willing to look at the world will not be saints. The most holy is unkind, and heaven and earth are ruthless. ”

Cao Weiying finally looked back at this Dao cultivator of the twelve waves of the Dao Sea, and smiled slightly: "So do you want to be a saint, or do you want to be Li Shanhe?" ”

Le Chaotian did not answer.

Just in the February sea breeze, I closed my eyes.

Countless Dao rhymes diffused around this extraordinarily young-looking Daoist, and thousands of mysterious Dao texts overflowed with golden light from the sea of gods.

Such as all things, such as mountains and rivers in all directions.

The vast mountains and rivers fell to the world in the endless rhyme, and the flow of the sea began to appear in those mountains and rivers.

It's like the joke at the beginning.

Li Shanhe wants to become Li Shanhai.

The beginning of the music is painted in the sea.

It's just that Le Chaotian will always be Le Chaotian.

Cao Weiying just drank wine and sat on the beach with a slight smile.

It's not that idlers can't be idle, and if they can be idle, they must not wait for idlers.

.....

Liu Yueyue stood in front of the palace of the King of Chu with a solemn expression.

Because of the matter of Wu Jia, Sima is almost resident in the palace of the king of Chu, and you come and go, and you are very busy.

This is understandable.

After all, Kyoto has been the capital of Huai'an for thousands of years, and only Shuhaiwei still maintains its establishment.

Many miscellaneous things naturally need to be started all over again.

Because the Lingtai sword in front of the hall disappeared at some point, Han Chan, who is the current king of Chu, is naturally quite concerned about this matter.

It was Yiliu March who waited for a long time before finally waiting for Zuo Sima to leave.

The cicada leaned on the emperor's chair, resting on his forehead.

Seeing Liu March entering the hall, he said very lazily: "Is there something wrong with my junior brother?" ”

As a killer, Han Cicada has rarely faced such a cumbersome thing in the past, and Yi Han Cicada is probably indeed a little tired, even if he is a monarch and minister, he doesn't care about it, and he doesn't bother to pretend to be the king of Chu anymore, which looks quite casual.

It's just that the chilling cicadas are casual, but it is difficult for Liu March to get up at will.

Not long ago, he wandered on the street and met Liu Chunfeng, and the two talked to each other.

Although they were all inconsequential things, but afterwards, Liu March suddenly remembered a detail of the past that he ignored.

The Taoist who walked past while the two were chatting in the spring breeze on the long street.

Liu March stood in the hall, thinking of the events of that day, he was still a little frightened, and said with a solemn expression: "The mountains and rivers view Li Shi, who appeared in Huaidu not long ago. ”

It wasn't until he told Han Cicada the news that Liu March's heart settled down a little.

The astonishment naturally does not go away, it only shifts.

The atmosphere in the hall instantly became solemn.

The chill squinted and sat up.

"Who?"

Liu March repeated in a deep voice.

"View of mountains and rivers, Li Shi."

Huai'an may not know about the cicada.

But you must know Li Shi, Li Shi of the Mountains and Rivers View Sect.

This is the most outstanding Dao disciple in today's cultivation world, among the cultivators of Zhang Xiaoyu's generation who are about twenty-five years old.

Not one of them.

Neither Zhang Xiaoyu nor he Liu Yueyue can be compared with such a disciple.

Huai'an's story may not be fully understood.

However, the story on the Liuhe Bridge at the beginning, whether it was a chilling cicada or Liu March, was naturally very clear in my heart.

Even the reason why the cold cicada came to Huangliang was because someone handed Yun Zhusheng a plum blossom to help him briefly re-enter the realm of the Great Dao, and then thousands of mountains and rivers came to send Liu March to die.

What role Li Shi played in the world, the two of them had some guesses in their hearts.

As soon as Yiliu March's words came out, the hall fell silent.

"When?"

"A few days ago, at that time, Chen Zheng was walking with Dean Chunfeng on the long street, thinking about it in his heart, and he hadn't seen him for many years, so he didn't remember for a while that the Taoist who walked over from the side was Senior Brother Li Shi. Until today. ”

The cicada sat there in silence, looking up at the outside of the hall, not knowing what to think.

After a long time, this sword cultivator in a white emperor's robe said slowly: "Go and tell the Hanging Xue Courtyard to find him at all costs." ”

"Take it back to Kyoto."

Liu March saluted and took the order.

Naturally, they didn't know what Li Shi was going to do.

It's just obvious that the affairs of the world today are inseparable from this disciple of the Shanhe Guanguan Sect.