Huaidu.

Jiang Shanxue returned to Qingtian Dao, I don't know why, I went to the health house again, but found that Chen Huaifeng had not come back.

This Taoist in a white and cyan robe looked at the closed bamboo house for a long time on the path where the white camellia was open, maybe he guessed something, and then slowly left here.

Chen Huaifeng's arrival has brought many different flavors to this thousand-year-old Daomen.

Jiangshan Xue walked all the way, and sometimes you could smell the taste of some wolfberry tea.

Of course, it's not just goji berry tea.

The Taoists in the temple will also try to make tea with many things in the mountains.

So sometimes I smell something very refreshing, and sometimes I smell a frowning smell.

Jiang Shanxue walked on the road, looking at the uncle who sometimes sat under the tree very melancholy and looked at the mess of things poured out of the teapot, and inevitably couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?"

Uncle Shi, who was fifty or sixty years old, looked at this young Taoist with raised eyebrows.

Jiang Shanxue deliberately put away her smile, bowed and said, "I remembered something happy, Uncle Shi." ”

Uncle Shi looked at this Taoist who couldn't hide it with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and wanted to give him a look.

It's just a pity that Uncle Shi doesn't have a road, but Jiangshan Snow is a road.

So Uncle Shi had no choice but to sulk, turned his back to the young man, took a stick, and tossed with a tea residue there.

"What is it that turns bad when you cook it together?"

Jiang Shanxue stood there quietly, looking at the uncle who didn't beat himself but turned around, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually disappeared.

"Uncle Shi, I'll go first."

The young Taoist still bowed.

The uncle, who was studying his tea under the tree, nodded.

After Jiang Shanxue walked for a while, she heard the voice of the senior uncle coming from behind.

"That's right, Shan Xue's nephew."

Jiang Shanxue turned around, only to see that the senior uncle seemed to suddenly remember something, looked at him and said, "Guan wants you to go to him when you come back." ”

Jiang Shanxue smiled slightly and saluted.

"Thank you Uncle for reminding me, I also have some things I want to go to the Lord."

The uncle nodded and continued to study.

Jiangshan Xue passed through those green Taoist temples in spring all the way and walked towards the back of the mountain.

When I walked to the path that led to the rumor house of the back mountain, I saw the old Taoist who came out of the old story of Qingtian Dao with a broken body waiting there.

Jiang Shanxue naturally smelled the smell of tea on this old Taoist who was already dying, and he didn't know why, but he couldn't hold back when he saluted, and laughed.

The old Taoist looked at Jiang Shanxue, who was saluting with a vertical palm but smiling a little abnormally, and reached out to his head angrily.

"What are you laughing at?"

Jiang Shanxue stood up straight, touched the back of her head, and said with a smile: "Uncle Shi is also making tea?" ”

The old Taoist asked with some puzzlement, "Is it funny?" ”

Jiang Shanxue smiled and said: "Of course it's not funny to make tea, it's funny that you are taught to make tea by a person from the Sword Sect, and the person from the Dao Sect is as clumsy as a child." ”

The old Taoist said calmly: "Since you can't, there must always be a process of learning." ”

Jiang Shanxue didn't smile anymore, and looked down slightly at some of the black-brown leaves left over from the previous winter under the fallen leaves of the spring breeze.

"The story between holding on and breaking through is probably always difficult."

So the old man opened his eyes and laughed softly.

"This is the story of you and Chen Huaifeng."

Jiang Shanxue nodded, listening to the name Chen Huaifeng, and said softly: "Senior Brother Chen hasn't come back for so long, presumably because of that Shanheguan disciple." ”

The old Taoist was noncommittal, and just stood there quietly.

"This is something that has nothing to do with Qingtian Dao."

Jiang Shanxue nodded.

"But Chen Huaifeng is a person from Qingtian Dao after all."

The old Taoist did not continue to talk about this, but let go of the mountain and forest path.

"The Lord is waiting for you."

"The disciple went first."

Jiang Shanxue saluted again, and then walked along the path.

......

In March, the spring lake is like a mirror, and the verdant mountains are poured into the spring water, and it is cut off by the wooden bridge that crosses the big lake, and there is a leisurely piano sound echoing in the near twilight mountains.

When Jiang Shanxue walked down the trail, he stopped there, looking a little surprised.

The spring breeze in March is naturally not amazing.

What is striking is that in front of the lake sat a woman in a plain white Taoist robe, where she was stroking the piano.

Even though it is snow, this is the first time I have seen the appearance of Bai Yuyu.

For a while, I looked at the woman who looked very gentle.

It wasn't until the sound of the piano stopped that Jiang Shanxue came back to his senses, walked forward, stopped in front of the wooden bridge of the big lake, and saluted respectfully.

"Jiangshan Xue, I have seen the watchman."

Bai Yuyu raised his head and looked at this young Taoist from a distance across the big lake, the Taoist robes on the two of them were similar.

If there is no such thing as looking forward to fate.

Jiangshan Xue is the first time to see Bai Yuyu, and the Bai Yuyu is naturally the first time to see Jiangshan Xue.

Therefore, Bai Yuyu sat in front of the big piano by the lake, but looked at this young Taoist who took the old Qingtian Dao path for a long time, and then smiled slightly.

"Come here."

Jiang Shanxue walked along the lake path all the way until he stopped at the lakeside, saluted, and then stood on one side.

The spring breeze in the world was blowing slowly, but the woman in plain white clothes was a little coughing.

The young Taoist standing on the side listened to the very soft coughing sound, hesitated for a moment, and then said softly, "Why did the Lord come out today?" ”

Bai Yuyu coughed lightly twice, then picked up a bowl of decoction that had no heat from the tail of the piano, took a sip, wiped the corners of his lips, and then said with a soft smile: "Sitting in the bamboo hut all day long, even if the window is open, it is difficult to see the spring in the world." ”

The woman said, looking up at Chunfeng Mountain Lake.

"So sometimes, I naturally come out to sit, but people don't know about it."

Jiang Shanxue nodded thoughtfully.

Bai Yuyu put the bowl of decoction aside, and then turned his head to look at the young Taoist on the side.

"You went to Kanwai."

Jiang Shanxue was not surprised, just nodded, and said: "The disciple came to the Mountain Rumor Residence to talk about this matter to the Guanzhu, it seems that the Guanzhu should have known about those things." ”

Bai Yuyu smiled, shook his head and said, "How would I know? ”

Jiang Shanxue was stunned for a moment.

This human world's twelve-fold overhaul said with a slight smile: "It's just the smell of the wind and sand on your body." ”

Jiangshan Xue actually didn't see that desert himself.

Thirty miles outside the gate, there is no gap between him and the world, not to mention that he just went to the small Taoist temple with plum on the side of the stream.

"Fate is never a very mysterious thing."

Bai Yuyu quietly looked at the Spring Breeze Lake.

"For example, when you show up at the bridge by the lake, I know that your next fate is to walk across the bridge."

Jiang Shanxue was silent for a while, and said softly: "What if the disciple didn't come over at that time? ”

Bai Yuyu smiled softly and said, "If you are Shenhe and Cong Blade, then I am naturally not sure that you will definitely come over." If you're Kamigawa, you'll probably calmly let me walk through. If it's a bush blade, you might just lean there lazily and say that you can just say that. But you're snowy, so when I say come here, you'll come. ”

"They're three feet away from me, and you're not."

Jiang Shanxue stood there with surprise in her eyes, and then bowed respectfully and said, "Disciple is taught." ”

"So what do you see outside the gate?"

Bai Yuyu's voice was very gentle, and he stroked the piano in front of him again.

Jiang Shanxue gradually calmed down in the soft and soothing sound of the piano, lowered his head to the lake, and said softly: "I saw the Xiyun View of Li Shi of the Mountains and Rivers, and my brother who went with 300,000 Qingjia. ”

Bai Yuyu didn't speak, just played the piano quietly.

This Taoist who brought back many frightened and dazed Taoists from outside the gate slowly retold all the stories mentioned at that time.

Bai Yuyu quietly listened to the story of Jiang Shanxue.

I also finished playing the song called Xijiangyue.

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

Bai Yuyu whispered such a sentence.

Jiang Shanxue looked at the woman in front of the piano, pondered for a while, and said slowly: "This is what my brother didn't say at that time?" ”

Bai Yuyu lowered his head and picked up a leaf that fell from the Spring Mountain to the strings, and said softly: "Maybe yes, maybe not, but this is a song that someone in the Mountains and Rivers View likes very much." ”

Jiang Shanxue was silent for a while, and said softly: "Li Shanhe? ”

Bai Yuyu smiled and said, "That's your uncle." ”

Whether it's Li Shanhe, Dao Sheng or me, or Le Chaotian, after all, the Daoist who looks very young used to be a disciple of Qingtian Dao.

Jiang Shanxue was silent.

Bai Yuyu pushed away the piano in front of him, stood up, stood on the shore of the spring breeze mountain lake in plain clothes, and looked up at the green mountains and clouds.

"So if you don't listen to something like that, you won't have doubts, if you don't look at it, you won't struggle, if you don't think about it, you won't have pain. Words cannot kill, but they can most demagogue, break the will, and wear out the spirit. ”

Jiang Shanxue stood aside in a daze, and after a long while, she said softly: "If you don't look at it, how can you know the world?" ”

"Children can't lift stones."

Bai Yuyu turned his head and quietly looked at the rivers and mountains and snow on the side.

"Even if you teach him how to exert strength and how to stabilize the next plate, he can't lift a boulder of hundreds of pounds."

"So if Qingtian Dao wants to live forever, he can't go directly to seek longevity, that is an unknown field, although it is not very useful to make tea for health, but you must always do it step by step to know how to be right."

Bai Yuyu coughed a little as she spoke, her face was a little pale, and Jiang Shanxue picked up the bowl of soup medicine by the piano and handed it over.

This Qingtian Dao plain-clothed master took the medicine bowl, and after taking two sips, his complexion was probably a little better, holding the medicine bowl with both hands, and walking slowly along the lake in the mountains.

"The world can only be quiet when it knows how to move, and you don't need to see or think about what to do in the view of mountains and rivers."

"If Dacheng is missing, its use is not harmful. If the big profit is rushing, its use is endless. If you are straight, if you are clumsy, if you are clumsy, if you are arguing. Restlessness is better than cold, and stillness is better than heat....."

Bai Yuyu stopped there and said softly.

"Tranquility is the right thing in the world."

Jiangshan Xue suddenly woke up like a flood furnace dotting snow, bowed by the lake, and said in a deep voice: "The disciple is taught. ”

Bai Yuyu smiled softly and continued to walk forward.

"So do you have any other questions?"

Jiang Shanxue stood up straight, followed, and said softly, "Why does the Lord want to see his disciples?" ”

Bai Yuyu said slowly: "What do you think of Chen Huaifeng?" ”

Jiang Shanxue was silent, and then said softly: "Senior Brother Chen, he ....."

This sentence was not finished, and this young Qingtian Dao disciple suddenly looked up at the spring dome of the world.

There was something extremely unsettling in the twilight, and at that moment, it fell to the whole world.

Bai Yuyu didn't seem to see it, but walked quietly along the Spring Lake.

"How is he?"

Jiang Shanxue lowered her head and looked at Bai Yuyu in silence for a long time, and then continued: "Senior Brother Chen is naturally good. ”

Bai Yuyu smiled, stopped, and gently rubbed the porcelain bowl in his hand with his bare hands.

"Since it's good, then you can go to the East China Sea to find him."

Jiang Shanxue frowned, looking at the back of Bai Yuyu standing in the spring breeze by the lake.

"What do you mean?"

Bai Yuyu's voice was still soft and peaceful.

It's as if those visions of the world have not caught their eyes.

"If he dies in the East China Sea, it will be difficult for you to convince the public."

Jiang Shanxue was silent for a while, and said softly: "What does this matter have to do with the disciple?" ”

Bai Yuyu smiled softly and said: "After I die, the Lord of the Audience is either you or him, if he dies in the East China Sea, do you think it doesn't matter if others think it's okay?" You also know that you don't get much recognition when you're in the view. That uncle didn't knock on your head, so naturally he wasn't close enough. Whether the rumors start or not, people who are never in the story. ”

Jiang Shanxue stood by the lake for a long time, and then said softly: "The disciple is according to his words, but the disciple is puzzled. ”

Bai Yuyu didn't speak, just stood there quietly.

The young man wearing the old Qingtian Dao robe said softly, "Why did Senior Brother Chen die in the East China Sea? ”

At this point, Bai Yuyu finally raised his head and said softly: "Because he was involved in some stories that shouldn't be involved." ”

In the twilight sky, those sword intent and Qiankun hexagrams rising from the East China Sea, even in the far north, are clearly visible.

Just like the original Taiyi Spring Festival.

Jiang Shanxue faintly guessed something, and said softly: "Your Majesty is in the East China Sea?" ”

Bai Yuyu said calmly: "Yes. Not only Your Majesty, but also Xie Chaoyu, Cong Blade, and Li Shanhe. ”

Jiang Shanxue's expression was a little shocked, and he looked up at the sermons that were circulating in the distant twilight for a long time.

There are three swords and three views in the world, and in some stories that the world does not know, there are actually four of them in that place in the East China Sea.

"What's going on there?"

Bai Yuyu lowered his head and continued to walk along the lake in the mountains.

"It's just stories that don't make sense."

Jiang Shanxue lowered her head and looked at Bai Yuyu, who had walked a long way quietly.

The plain-clothed woman who said such a sentence was obviously inconsistent with what she said before.

A Qingtian Taoist master who came out of the story of the white wind and rain naturally can't be a person who doesn't listen, see, or think.

Bai Yuyu walked quietly for a long time, then stopped by the lake, drank the bowl of decoction, and looked at the young man very gently.

"The alternation of life and death is inevitable, and the alternation of the old and the new is also inevitable. There are some things you don't have to rush, go slowly, the future world will be the story of your generation. ”

Jiang Shan Xue, who was standing on the shore of the lake, suddenly felt something very heavy fall on his shoulders, and nodded solemnly.

"Disciple understands."

Bai Yuyu smiled slightly.

"Go ahead."

Jiang Shanxue saluted respectfully, then turned around and walked along the lakeside, crossed the small bridge over the lake, and walked in the direction from which she came.

It's just that when he was about to leave, this Qingtian Dao disciple turned his head again, looked at Bai Yuyu and asked softly, "So after the Qingtian Dao, how does the Guan Lord plan?" ”

Bai Yuyu laughed softly and said, "Jiangshan Snow can also be, Chen Huaifeng can also do it, Meixi rain can also be, and Liu March can also do it." The fate of the world is uncertain, so why should those who are still alive care about the opinions of those who have already gone to the River Styx? ”

Jiang Shanxue didn't say anything more, wearing clothes like some distant mountains and snow in the twilight, and left here quietly.

Bai Yuyu still stood there quietly.

When the figure of the young Taoist disappeared into the green mountain paths, a figure walked out of the bamboo hut.

It was a woman in a plain robe holding a pot of hot tea.

The white lotus that used to open a tea shop on the west outer street of Nanyi City.

The two looked at each other silently.

After a long time, the woman who fled with Beitai to the gate said softly: "If everything can be decided by yourself and you don't have to listen to the words of your predecessors, then why did you think about sending me to Nanyi City in the first place?" ”

Although this woman was walking on the bank of the Willow River with a certain Tsing Yi Taoist in Nanyi City in March, she once smiled and said that she would not resent it.

But there are some things that naturally cannot be left without traces in the heart.

Or perhaps, there are things in words that can never replace the heart.

Maybe everything is very good, such as Beitai, such as Liu March.

Or maybe everything is very bad and bad.

For example, some young stories that were first opened but were dismantled.

Bai Yuyu didn't answer Bai He's question, but looked at the woman who was quite similar to herself holding the teapot in the twilight by the lake with some sighs, and said with a smile: "Your tea is brewed very well." ”

White lotus's tea was fried well a long time ago.

A person who can stir-fry tea is naturally also a person who can make tea.

Bai He said softly: "Yes, and I am much braver than before. ”

The woman standing by the piano held the teapot up a little higher, as if to smash it down.

But no.

But a leaf blown from the mountains fell to the shore of the lake, rolled into a tea bowl and landed on the harp.

So a line of tea fell from the tilted teapot, pouring the steaming tea into the teacup without leaking.

Bai Yuyu smiled slightly and said, "I thought you would smash it." ”

Bai He said softly: "If the former me came back, maybe I would have smashed it down with some inextricable resentment." Just smashed the teapot, what kind of bravery is it? Facing everything with sincerity is the way to go. ”

Bai Yuyu said with a sigh: "Yes. It's just that Qingtian Dao won't help you, so you can go too. ”

Bai He didn't say anything more, squatted down slightly, put the pot of tea on the piano case, stood up again, folded his hands and looked at the lakeside woman quietly for a long time, and then turned to leave.