Rumors.

Liu March stood quietly on the edge of the well, looking down at the well water, and Liu Chunfeng looked at Zhang San, who was squatting at the mouth of the alley, thinking that he was a mushroom.

The spring breeze has reached the alley, but the mushrooms have not grown any longer.

Shrunk into a ball, nestled at the mouth of the alley, his eyes flashing, looking at the two people from Kyoto.

After Liu March and Liu Chunfeng came to this town, they did not leave.

As for the bloodstains on the edge of the well that I saw at the beginning, it came from Zhang San, who was called a mushroom, or Zhang San's mushroom, who passed by here in the first month of the year, because the ground was slippery, so he accidentally fell and left something behind. So the bloodstains are not long.

Although Liu March didn't get anything from the blood, they knew that Li Shi must have been to this town, but no one knew where the mountain and river Taoist had gone after he came to the town.

Liu Yue glanced up at Liu Chunfeng, the fake capital Yushan was still looking at the neurotic, and the ugly Taoist had been looking at himself who was incomparably distorted in the well water.

It's just that after passing through those Daoists who were distorted by the dripping rain along the well, they became good-looking, their hideous faces became calm, their vicious eyes calmed down, and their distorted bodies became slender.

It's as if everything is back to last March, when Yoo had not experienced those stories.

Liu Chunfeng looked at Zhang San for a long time, and then turned his head and looked at Liu Yue, who had stayed by the well for a long time.

"If all the people from the surrounding hanging courtyards are transferred outside the town, will it be a little alarming?"

This fake capital Yushan asked with some hesitation.

Liu March came back to her senses, no longer dwelling on her past self, looked out of the alley, and said softly: "It's better to startle the snake than to let the snake leave through the grass without hindrance, senior brother." ”

Of course, Liu Chunfeng is not only the dean, but also the senior brother, whether in terms of age or realm, he is the senior brother of this Qingtian Daoist.

Liu Chunfeng walked in the wet spring breeze, stopped beside Liu Yueyue, and looked down at the well.

"You've been looking at this well for a long time. It does seem that there is something wrong with it. ”

Liu Yueyue said softly: "I saw Senior Brother Li Shi back then, and I also felt the kind of Taoist rhyme on him. There are traces of that everywhere in this town, but not here. ”

The Qingtian Daoist with an ugly face thought of the young senior brother who was under the prosperous lights back then.

"It's as if someone took a knife and suddenly cut off all traces."

Liu March laughed as she spoke.

He turned his head to look at the spring well on the side.

"Or maybe Senior Brother Li jumped in from here."

Liu Chunfeng was silent for a while, and said, "Do you want to jump in and have a look?" ”

Liu Yueyue said softly: "If he really goes somewhere from here, senior brother, do you dare to go in?" ”

Liu Chunfeng said sincerely: "I don't dare. ”

Liu March quietly looked at herself in the well.

"I don't know if it's my delusion or what, the well water is like a mirror, and when you stand here, you can see something from the past."

Liu Chunfeng looked down for a long time and said softly, "I can't see it." ”

There is no change between Liu Chunfeng, who lived in the year 103 and Liu Chunfeng, who lived in the 104th year of the Great Wind Calendar.

And Liu March is different.

So when this Taoist looked at the twisted but as if it should have been like this Liu Yue in the well, there was an endless chill in his heart.

"Back then, Qingtian Dao fell apart."

Liu Chunfeng looked at Liu Yueyue, not knowing why this Qingtian Dao disciple would suddenly talk about it.

"People in the world often think that the view of mountains and rivers will only be mountains and rivers, and the lack of a door will only tell hexagrams."

Liu March said softly: "Naturally, this is not the case. ”

"Therefore, people who view mountains and rivers may also go far in fate."

Liu Chunfeng said slowly.

The two looked at the well together, and the eaves were reflected in the well, the blue sky and white clouds, and the spring breeze was endless.

Liu Chunfeng looked at it for a long time, then turned his head to look at the Taoist with an ugly face.

"So you think Li Shi is still in the town, but, not at this time?"

Liu March nodded.

Liu Chunfeng took a deep breath and looked at the long street of the town outside the alley.

"The three major thaumatururgies in the world, the more ghost arts, the more witchcraft flows, and the nine-character mantra. The so-called odd words are all the art of scale. Ghost magic crosses space, witchcraft flows back time, and the nine-character recipe also contains this principle. ”

Liu March said: "Senior brother thinks that the art of time has been lost? ”

"At least the art of migration, no one in the world knows it anymore."

"Cong Blade's predecessors will know the nine-character mantra."

Liu March said calmly.

"Since the nine-character mantra has not really been lost, then everyone has a possibility."

This Taoist who was truly re-left in the world by the cold cicada no longer has the chaos he had at the beginning.

Very sober and very calm.

Liu Chunfeng looked at this Qingtian Daoist quietly, and said with a sigh: "It's indeed a pity that my junior brother is trapped in Huangliang. ”

Liu March just smiled softly, in response to this compliment, and then withdrew her smile and looked at the alley for a long time.

"Maybe we're standing opposite that Senior Brother Li."

Probably the story is like the son Wubei who stood on the streets of Nanyi City and forcibly broke into a certain period of time with the art of migration.

"It's a chilling story."

Liu Chunfeng looked at the mushroom at the mouth of the alley.

"So it's possible that he's seen?"

Liu March didn't speak, and also tilted her head to look at the person.

"Senior brother, ask?"

Liu March is ugly, and Liu Chunfeng is beautiful.

Appearance is naturally a great help for social interaction.

Liu Chunfeng smiled and walked towards the world man with mushrooms.

The two squatted at the entrance of the alley and talked for a long time, until the mushroom looked at Liu Chunfeng very strangely as if he was looking at a nervous disorder.

This Taoist walked back silently.

"He hasn't seen it."

Liu March didn't find it strange.

As for Zhang San, not only did he not see it, but he also felt that Liu Chunfeng was a fool, after all, these two contrasting people had been here for a long time, as if they were looking for something, but they were just looking at it with their eyes.

If it were me, I would definitely smell it with my nose, touch it with my hands, and roll around on the ground to find it.

You see, what a mushroom knows, they prefer not to know like an ignorant child.

Therefore, people like the world are not necessarily people who are really in the world.

No matter how much you squat and eat noodles with a bowl and eat like a farmer thinking about the harvest, after all, you can say that I want to slash the sword cultivation in the world with a sword.

It's just that when Zhang San thought like this, the ugly Taoist really began to grope around.

Having a beautiful appearance is naturally cheaper to socialize, but it can sometimes be a hindrance.

A person who is known as the fake capital Jade Mountain, even if he tries his best to put a little more oil on his robe, it will only make people feel that he is clean.

So Liu Chunfeng looked at Liu March with admiration who was rummaging around the well like a beggar.

If it was before, Liu March probably wouldn't have been so disregarding the image.

It's just that after experiencing a lot of things that spit on each other with the world, Liu March has probably become a little different.

The mud and the beautiful spring breeze in March naturally exist at the same time.

Liu March groped for a long time, but suddenly stopped.

Swept away some of the moist dirt and moss along the edge of the well, and looked at the stone slab quietly.

Liu Chunfeng looked over, and there was nothing on the slate.

Clean.

At least there was a strange color of blood on the edge of the well, but not here.

There are only faint scratches.

Liu Chunfeng felt as if he was in a trance.

Suddenly, I couldn't remember if these scratches were there when Liu March swept away the dirt and moss, or if they slowly appeared when he looked over.

Just slowly, the scratch seemed to become clearer and clearer.

Is it a sword mark?

No.

It's more like a bucket falling from the edge of a well.

Liu March on the side looked at that trace in infinite silence.

Zhang San, who was not far away, raised the umbrella a little higher.

Liu Chunfeng heard the rustling sound, turned his head, but saw a lot of strange light in the neurotic eyes.

Suddenly it rained.

The spring rain was falling in a trickling manner, with an old and decaying atmosphere.

It seems that it has been staying on those green eaves for a long time, and finally it has slowly fallen.

"Senior brother will ask him now, maybe he will have met."

Liu Yueyue's voice sounded in Liu Chunfeng's ears very calmly.

The eyes of the Taoist of the Hanging Courtyard suddenly widened, and he turned his head and looked at Liu Yue in a daze.

He seemed to understand something.

Liu March stood up, and at some point there was an extra umbrella in his hand, and the umbrella still carried the residual warmth left by another Taoist.

"If there is life, there will be death, this sentence is extremely appropriate anywhere."

Liu March said softly, not looking at the umbrella in his hand, but slightly lifted the edge of the umbrella, and his eyes fell to the end of the alley.

"One fate has been inserted into the long river of time, and another original destiny has collapsed."

Liu Chunfeng followed Liu Yueyue's gaze, and then froze there.

At the end of the alley, the spring rain continued, and there was a Taoist who was slowly leaving there, with a touch of bright blood on his right shoulder.

View of mountains and rivers.

Li Shi.

Liu Chunfeng came back to his senses, his body was scattered, and he was about to chase in the direction where the Taoist had left.

was only stopped by Liu March.

"Let him go."

Liu Chunfeng looked back at this ugly-looking Taoist, and his eyes fell on the umbrella in his hand.

This umbrella, when one of the two destinies collapsed and the other replaced, it was stuffed into Liu Yueyue's hands by that Taoist.

Liu Yueyue's hand shook down a little, revealing a few words on the umbrella bone.

CHAPTER XIX.

When Liu Chunfeng saw that line of words, his whole face became extremely pale.

Chapter 19 of the Five Thousand Words of the Green Ox - Absolute Sainthood Abandons Wisdom, and the People Benefit a Hundred Times. Absolute benevolence and abandonment of righteousness, and the people restore filial piety. There are no thieves who abandon profit. These three are thought to be insufficient, so they belong to them, see simplicity, and have less selfishness.

It is said that the law of Kamigawa, which is the catalog, has filled a room.

So at that moment, this fake capital Yushan finally understood what the Taoist of the mountain and river view was going to do.

It was Liu March, and at that moment, he was also standing there in a daze and confusion.

Many of the gentlemen of the Hanging House are just outside the town.

However, at that moment, he didn't know if they should leave that Taoist behind at all costs.

It seems to stay or not.

It will be as the mountain and river viewer wishes.

When they recovered from the shock, the figure of the Taoist had already drifted away.

Only countless blood was left behind like pale peach blossoms, dripping in the spring rain and smearing open.

......

Hu Lu held his head on the melon skin and sat at the door of the Sword Sect in a daze.

This time it's really about to be the New Year.

Those who should come back have already returned.

It's impossible to wait for someone who has died more than a thousand years ago to come back.

It's just that Hu Lu didn't understand what Cong Jian meant by the words he said to himself by the stream bridge at that time?

What to choose not to choose the sword not to the sword.

You're not cheap.

After that day, Cong Jian didn't say anything to Hu Luduo again, nor did he sleep lazy, but took the peach blossom on his chest, held a peach-colored umbrella from Cong Xin, and walked in the Sword Sect very leisurely, either to discuss health with Chen Huaifeng, or to talk to Zhang Xiaoyu, and what is even more outrageous is that Cong Blade, a person who has never liked to play cards, also pulled his disciples to play all night.

In fact, Cong Blade's cards are not as bad as the world has evaluated.

At least being able to fight back and forth with a group of disciples shows that this old boy still has something.

That's right.

I heard that the senior brothers of Cong Blade rarely went out to play cards, and those who went out to play cards and won money came back, all of them were Cong Blade's little junior brothers, and if the card skills were not good, they would naturally not maintain the expenses of Cong Zhongxiao, a loser.

When Hu Lu thought of this, he suddenly remembered that before Cong Blade left, he interfered in his game and asked him to play the red card.

If Cong Blade could play cards, how could he have played such a stinky card in the first place, causing the little boy to lose in a mess?

Could it be that he had really already thought about making himself the sect master at that time?

But Senior Brother Huaifeng clearly said that this is not the case.

Hulu was very distressed.

So it's better for the Riddler to get out of Nanyi City.

When Hu Lu was in a daze there, Zhang Xiaoyu had already come out with a lot of red things.

"Huluwa, don't be in a daze, come and help me hang the lantern and paste the couplet."

Zhang Xiaoyu threw those things aside.

Hu Lu stood up with some reluctance.

After all, he does seem to have some glitches in his heart now, since Cong Blade said that the glitch is not on the ass in your heart.

It's just that after helping Zhang Xiaoyu hang the lantern and paste the red couplet, the mood of the young man looking below has been diluted a lot.

started a joke about this giggling senior brother.

"Senior brother is celebrating the New Year this year, do you still go out to play cards all night?"

Zhang Xiaoyu climbed down from the ladder - although they are all sword cultivators, but for such a thing as sticking Spring Festival couplets during the New Year, you still have to climb on the ladder and stick it a little bit to feel it.

This white-clothed and clean sword cultivator smiled and looked at the Spring Festival couplets he had pasted, shook his head and said: "No, it's winter, it's too cold to come back from playing cards all night, Li Qinghua is not in Nanyi City, and no one will give me a hot bite to eat in the morning." This year, let's honestly roast the fire in the Sword Sect. ”

Hu Lu then remembered that the girl who always pestered Zhang Xiaoyu on weekdays had gone to Huangliang. Zhang Xiaoyu also went with her to the endless deep ocean over there in Nantuo and ate something called Crab Castle.

Zhang Xiaoyu said, laughed again, patted the dust on his clothes, this sword cultivator has always cherished the white clothes on his body because he has been playing cards all year round.

"When I'm done with this while, I'll leave the Sword Sect."

Hu Lu was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and asked, "Where is Senior Brother going?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled slightly, probably because he thought of such a soft and soft girl.

"Go to the rumors, don't cultivate swords in the future, and don't be a Taoist, just be a simple person in the world, and start a family and have children with Li Qinghua over there. gave birth to a son named Zhang Dayu. ”

Hu Lu also laughed and said, "The level of the senior brother's name, the dog next door is disgusted when he hears it." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu rubbed Hu Lu's head, picked up those pastes and other things, and walked towards the Sword Sect.

"You're no better than me."

Hu Lu smirked there, and Zhang Xiaoyu walked into the Sword Sect, but soon poked his head out again.

"Senior Brother Jiang is cooking sweet wine dumplings, you will remember to come back and eat them later, don't sit in the snow and sleep like Senior Brother Mei said, it's not a good thing to get sick during the New Year."

"Okay, brother."

Zhang Xiaoyu's footsteps gradually faded away.

Hu Lu sat at the door of the Sword Sect, as if he had really smelled the smell of sweet wine rice balls, floating in the snow that passed through the garden, and kept drilling into Hu Lu's nose.

Hulu endured his saliva while thinking there.

Senior Brother Jiang is really strange this year, in previous years, he was not willing to cook such things, and he asked Senior Brother Mei to cook them, because since the senior brothers were very dissatisfied with him for adding some ginger leaves to the sweet wine rice balls, Senior Brother Jiang went on strike.

If you want to eat it, you can only go to the street to buy it.

How did the senior brother know that he especially wanted to eat something like tangyuan this year?

Hu Lu tilted his head and thought for a while, but he didn't care.

After all, maybe the senior brother had a whim.

The young man continued to shrink his hand and sat at the door of the Sword Sect in a daze, like a big fat snowman who was crooked.

Hulu is naturally not fat, but if you wear a lot in winter, anyone can be fat.

The young man was in a daze like this, and sometimes some people passed by in front of the Sword Sect, laughing with him, but Hu Lu didn't respond, not knowing what he was thinking.

It wasn't until the lights of the world were blown into a blurred color by the wind and snow in the night that there was suddenly a lot of light in the eyes of the young man who had been in a daze, as if the lights that had escaped had fallen into the eyes of the young man.

In the distance, there was a small boat floating slowly on the Nanyi River.

There was a little demon girl wrapped in a thick bag, sitting in front of the black pong and baking the fire against the stove.

"Rat Mouse, let's come to the Sword Sect for the New Year this year, the senior brothers are cooking sweet wine rice balls!"

The young man stood at the door of the Sword Sect with a bright eye and waved his hand.

The little demon girl raised her head quietly at the bow of the boat, and that hazy gaze passed through the blurry lights of the world, as if it was close at hand and far away in the sky.

The boy's waving hand gradually drooped.

But soon the boy trotted merrily against the wind and snow toward the riverbank—and the girl sitting in front of the stove nodded her head at a very subtle angle.