Chen He followed Nandequ down the mountain, stood in the wind and snow, took out the second potato from his arms and gnawed it, and asked vaguely: "Why did you directly cut down the pagoda?" ”

Nandequ was silent for a moment, and then said softly, "Because I don't believe it." ”

Chen He leaned on the Tianyan car, looked back at the mountainside temple thoughtfully, the wind and snow seemed to be heavy again, and the figures who came up the mountain from afar gradually became a little unclear, so even the temple was a little invisible.

It's no wonder that Nandequ has many suspicions.

Even Chen He sometimes doesn't believe it.

After all, the attitude of such a monk is too bland.

After watching for a long time, Chen He turned his head in the gradually misty wind and snow, looked at Nan Dequ and said: "Then how are you sure of those things - those sword intents may be, but in that ash altar, it may not be the so-called abbot." ”

Nande Qu looked at the wind and snow, and said slowly: "This is naturally something that cannot be determined, you have not seen the so-called abbot, and I have not seen the so-called abbot, what is in it, we can only know from the monk's mouth, so naturally we can only confirm the source of the sword intent." ”

The world has always had its own things and is not important.

"Just confirm that the senior brother has appeared here."

Nan Dequ retracted his gaze, looked at the wind and snow in the world, and said in a low voice: "Naturally, you must have a bottom in your heart." ”

Even if the Taoist said that the senior brother was in Luming, the white-clothed monk also said that the senior brother was in Luming.

But after all, there are some things, and you still have to see some conclusive traces in order to know the bottom of your heart.

Chen He thought about it, and it seemed that this was indeed the case.

"What's your brother's name?"

Chen He lowered his head and nibbled on the potatoes and asked casually.

"Zhuang Baiyi."

Chen He thought about it, as if he had really not heard of it, so naturally he did not continue to ask, but raised the ear in Nandequ's arms.

"Your ears, didn't Lu Ming give them to you by a big monk in white?"

Nan Dequ turned his head and looked at Chen He strangely, and said, "Have you seen him too?" I thought he was waiting for me. ”

Chen He smiled and said: "He's not waiting for you, he's not waiting for me, he's waiting for a destined person, and he doesn't know what to do with a destined person, anyway, when I saw him at that time, the monk kept saying that his ears hurt." ”

Nandequ silently touched the ear in his arms.

If you are exposed to the wind and snow all the time, it will be very painful.

Ears will hurt in the winter in Nanyi City, let alone a place like Luming.

"But now I guess his ears don't hurt."

Chen He said with a smile as he nibbled on potatoes.

Nan Dequ was silent.

The two of them stayed at the foot of this Buddhist temple mountain for a while, and Nan Dequ was still thinking about something, and it took a long time before walking towards the west.

After only walking halfway, he turned back and looked at Chen He, who was pushing the Tianyan car with two oil lamps behind him, and said, "Do you have food in the car?" ”

Chen He shook his head, but he also said seriously: "There are people from all over this Buddhist temple who come to pray for blessings, which means that there must be more than one town nearby, there should be other towns in front, and then get some of the same food." ”

The people live on food.

Chen He naturally knew what Nan Dequ was asking himself for.

Nan Dequ nodded, and the two left with oil lamps in the wind and snow.

Such a snowy place is naturally an unknown journey for some newcomers.

"Anyway, since that monk didn't go to the town today, what happened to that line of footprints?"

"It's about the master's ear."

"Okay."

There is a specialization in the art industry.

Sometimes when people in the world are faced with something, they naturally have a lot of incomprehension.

If a practitioner has not had any life experience and sees that beans can be turned into tofu, he will probably be full of doubts.

Nandequ is a practitioner.

Chen He is naturally a man of the world.

......

East China Sea.

A Taoist stood on the winding steps leading to the Mirror of the White Moon, with his back to the Island of White Flowers.

Some things are naturally hard to guess.

For example, why Cong Blade died in the hands of Zhang Xiaoyu in the East China Sea.

Some things are naturally hard to face.

For example, the woman who landed in the white flower forest with the sword of snow and was slowly coming through those white flower paths.

Even if the fortune operator really understands the world.

Give him another 10,000 years, and he doesn't know how he should face that two-hundred-year-old female sword cultivator from the Human Sword Sect.

Therefore, although the Taoist stood on the curved steps with his back to everything, he could see how melancholy such a Taoist was from the backs of those Taoist robes who were blown by the sea breeze.

Xie Chunxue didn't have such a entanglement, but quietly walked through the forest of white flowers falling in the morning breeze, stopped at the edge of the floating island, looked at the back of the fortune operator, and said very calmly: "Chaoyu." ”

Bu Operator was silent for a long time, then turned around and looked at some inconspicuous smiles on the lips of the woman who was much younger than himself.

The old Taoist sighed and said very respectfully: "Chaoyu has seen the grandmother. ”

In fact, such a story is very similar to the story of the year.

Back then, on the shore of that bamboo forest lake, the young Taoist of Qingtian Dao walked through the bamboo forest and stopped at the lakeside, looking at the woman who was wearing a hat and fishing quietly not far away, and said softly and respectfully-Chaoyu has seen the grandmother.

It's just that there was no uneasiness, hesitation or melancholy in the hearts of Taoists at that time.

On the contrary, very curious.

Looking curiously at the famous Yangchun Sword Xie Chunxue in the world, maybe there will be a lot of pride.

Such a sword cultivator is his own grandmother.

It's just that the years have passed eventually.

Xie Chaoyu, who is a member of the world, has gray hair on his sideburns because he left the Qiankun hexagram technique in the East China Sea to intercept the sword intent, and his grandmother is still so young.

The lifespan of the demon clan is naturally long.

The same goes for the demons.

It's something that has been bought in exchange for a talent that belongs to the world.

Xie Chaoyu stood there wistfully.

Even if Xie Chaoyu is already one of the three views in the world.

Anyone can call Xie Chunxue a junior, but he Xie Chaoyu can't.

It's something hidden in the bloodline.

Of course, grandma will always be grandma.

Xie Chunxue looked at Xie Chaoyu, who already had a lot of old intentions in front of her, but also laughed softly, and walked towards the winding steps leading to the White Moon Mirror, looking at the old Taoist who was standing there quite upright.

"I haven't seen you for many years, but you and I are rusty."

Xie Chaoyu has some things that are inconvenient to mention, and Xie Chunxue naturally won't mention them, just talking about those things in the same lineage.

Although the two have not coexisted for a long time, although Xie Chaoyu is a little restrained after all, the closeness that comes from the blood is naturally difficult to hide.

Xie Chaoyu was silent for a long time, then turned around, stood on the side of the winding guardrail, and sighed while watching the sea by the railing: "The candle is fluttering towards the rain, but you are still in your prime." Some emotion, just disbelief for a while. ”

Xie Chunxue also leaned on the side of the guardrail, and the sword of white snow behind him roared softly in the wind.

It's like lamenting the years.

So some tangled stories were lost to the years.

The two of them stood quietly on the curved steps and watched for a long time.

Xie Chunxue finally put away those smiles and looked solemn.

"This time I went to Qingtian Dao and met the White Jade Ballad and Kamigawa."

Xie Chaoyu turned his head and looked at the incomparably young woman beside him, but didn't say anything.

"The story of the Sword Sect in the world, naturally there is nothing to say, the world knows it, and it is difficult to be good." Xie Chunxue said calmly, and then solemnly took out the small box that Bai Yuyu gave her from her arms.

"But Bai Yuyu gave me something."

Xie Chaoyu squinted his eyes and looked at the box that was quite delicate and also had the word Xi for a long time.

Xie Chunxue quietly ripped off the word Xi and held it in her hand.

Xie Chaoyu sighed, turned his head, and at the edge of the white flower forest in the distance, there seemed to be a faint Taoist peeping, and when Xie Chaoyu's eyes turned around, he hurriedly withdrew his head.

Xie Chunxue listened to Xie Chaoyu's sigh and said slowly: "It seems that you know what's inside." ”

The Taoist with a white bun squinted his eyes and looked up at the vast sea slightly, and said softly: "The fragment of the "Supplement to the Human World" was lost in Huaidu. ”

Naturally, the fortune operator can see a lot of things.

It's just that they often don't want to mention it.

The lost years of that page are too long, even the original Qingtian Dao, I have never known, after all, the "Supplement to the Human World" fell into the hands of Qingtian Dao, and it is still after Huaidu.

Xie Chunxue looked at Xie Chaoyu quietly, and also turned her head, looking at the East China Sea, the morning light of the world was beginning to appear, and there was still that orange light floating in the sea everywhere, just like at dusk, but it was colder.

"Looks like you're having a headache about returning to this page."

Xie Chaoyu said softly: "What did Bai Yuyu say to you at the beginning? ”

Xie Chunxue was silent for a while, and said in a deep voice: "The way for people in the world to become immortals lies in it. ”

Xie Chaoyu said calmly: "Yes, the way for the world to become immortals lies in it, but so far Huaidu still has not made any moves, but has entrusted this fragment to your hand and sent it to the missing door, you should also be able to see that such a thing will naturally not be a trivial matter." ”

The Taoist turned away and looked at the distant world west of the missing gate.

Such a mirror of the white moon is naturally far away from the world, and even the coast cannot be seen, and it can be seen on all sides, except for some faint islands in the sea, which is the wall of the sky.

"Your Majesty has never dared to act rashly, but he has to hand it over to the missing one."

Xie Chaoyu sighed endlessly.

Xie Chunxue looked down at the box in her hand for a long time, but behind her, the sword of Bai Xue suddenly came out of its sheath and fell in front of her in the morning light.

"If it's really difficult, then just set it on fire."

Xie Chaoyu turned his head and looked at the woman in white for a long time.

The latter's expression did not seem to be joking, on the contrary, extremely dignified and serious.

"Are you willing?"

Xie Chaoyu looked at her and asked.

Xie Chunxue said calmly: "I am a sword cultivator. ”

is not a Taoist, for Li Quanyi's things, after all, he is a little less pious.

Xie Chaoyu sighed and took the box from Xie Chunxue's hand.

"I can't bear it."

Xie Chunxue raised her hand and grabbed the sword, sent it back to the sheath behind her, looked at the Taoist and said, "Since you are reluctant from beginning to end, why bother with such a fight?" ”

The Taoist was silent, then turned and walked towards the White Moon Mirror.

Xie Chunxue also turned around and walked towards the forest of white flowers.

I was only halfway through, but I heard the Taoist say faintly above the curved steps: "Haven't you also been entangled for a long time? ”

The white-clothed woman carrying the sword of snow was a little crimson on her face, and then said without looking back: "Adults' affairs, children don't intervene." ”

The entanglement that the Taoist said, Xie Chunxue naturally knew what was going on.

The young Taoist who had been hiding in the white flower forest was also clear.

So when Xie Chunxue walked through those white flower forests and walked to a hut on the edge of the floating island, he saw Ye Zhuliu sitting there with a solemn expression, with countless rhymes circulating around him, turning into thousands of hexagrams, and there was also a mirror in front of him, and the chaotic light points in the mirror were circulating.

"What are you doing?"

Xie Chunxue asked with some puzzlement.

Ye Zhuliu said melancholy: "I'm counting that if I go back today, I will be beaten by my master." ”

After all, what kind of sentence has the meaning of grievance.

Even if it's a little kid who doesn't know anything, he can hear it.

Xie Chunxue didn't speak for a long time, so Ye Zhuliu also raised his head curiously, but saw that the woman in white was looking at him with a smile there.

"Aren't you bold?"

“......”

Ye Zhuliu calculated for a long time, but he still couldn't calculate anything, after all, Xie Chaoyu is the three views of the world, if it is calculated like this, then he can't help the name Bu Operator.

The young Taoist turned to look around, but the woman in white was no longer at the edge of the wooden house, and the fishing rod that had been placed on the shelf not far away was gone.

I went fishing in the back of the house again.

Ye Zhuliu put away the mirror, stood up, walked along the white flower path to the back of the house, and sure enough, he saw the woman sitting on the pony on the edge of the island, holding the fishing rod in one hand and supporting her cheek in the other, fishing there very quietly.

The young Taoist didn't go over it, but leaned against a white-flowered tree behind the house, and looked at it with a slight smile.

After a long time, the Taoist turned around and walked towards the front of the house.

This time it wasn't like it was something, Ye Zhuliu went straight through the path and headed towards the Mirror of the White Moon.

Anyway, I can't figure it out, and I'm going to be beaten anyway.

So it's better to ask straightforwardly, see when the fortune operator will heal, and go to the world to hang out again.

After all, this old Taoist is in the lack of a door.

Ye Zhuliu was very panicked in his heart.

......

Xie Chaoyu did not recuperate at the bottom of the White Moon Mirror, but went to the top of the White Moon.

The little boy sat there.

When Wang Xiaohua heard the footsteps, she thought it was the senior brother named Ye Zhuliu, who should have been like a stop in water, but who was always inexplicably a little weak-hearted.

After all, these days, I was probably worried that Xiao Daotong was not used to the lack of a course, and this senior brother would come to see Xiao Daotong from time to time.

It's just that when she turned around and saw that there was a white-haired Taoist walking in the path of the moon, Xiao Daotong was also stunned, after all, she hadn't seen her master come out for a few days.

After being stunned for a while, Wang Xiaohua stood up and looked at the fortune operator with some surprise.

"Master, why are you here?"

Bu Operatorzi lifted his robe, sat down beside Wang Xiaohua, and said softly: "Come and sit and blow the wind." ”

Wang Xiaohua scratched her head, although she felt a little weird, she still sat down together.

An old man and a young man sat quietly on the top of the white moon where the morning sun gradually rose.

After a long time, the old Taoist beside him suddenly turned his head and looked at the little Taoist boy very seriously.

"If you have a box like this, you can open it, it can make the world better, or it can bring countless bad things."

The old Taoist turned his head and continued, "Will you open it to see what is inside?" ”

Xiao Daotong looked at the old Taoist's figure, which didn't know when it started, but it looked a little emaciated, tilted his head and thought quietly for a long time.

"Is that a box?"

Xiao Daotong said softly.

Bu Operator was stunned for a moment, of course people don't know everything.

For example, this Taoist didn't expect that the little Taoist boy would associate those things with himself at this time.

The Taoist raised his hand and touched the little Taoist boy's head.

"Not really."

Bu Operator took the box out of his bosom.

"There is a lack of a door, and now there really is a box like this."

Xiao Daotong looked at the box with some puzzlement, thinking that this box just looked more delicate, could it be that there was some evil ghost hidden in it?

Or is it the soul of a yellow sorghum god and ghost?

Xiao Daotong seemed to smell a very faint fragrance.

So I leaned my nose over and sniffed it.

"It seems to have some aroma."

The Taoist said softly, "Because there is also a tea cake in it." ”

"Okay."

What can tea cakes mean?

Xiao Daotong was very puzzled.

It's just that looking at the look of the old Taoist, it is probably indeed an extremely serious matter.

So Xiao Daotong also sat there with his face in his hands, facing the sea breeze, thinking seriously.

It's just that this kind of thing, obviously, no matter who thinks about it, is something that is difficult to come to fruition.

Dao Tong thought about it, his thoughts wandered, and he looked at the Taoist beside him a little blankly.

Why do people like them always seem to have so many worries?

"The higher you stand, the less freedom you have."

The old Taoist seemed to have guessed what the little Taoist boy who had been watching him was thinking.

Sighing softly.

"Trembling, like facing the abyss, like walking on thin ice."

This is when he was on the tomb mountain of Nanyi City, Cong Jian once talked to Chen Huaifeng.

It's probably because of the practice of practice.

Cultivation has never been a wanton thing.

It's a responsibility to the human world.

Therefore, even though Kamigawa knew a lot of things from the original Dao Sage's notes, he still didn't move.

On the contrary, the fragment page that had been interpreted in more detail by the Tiangong Division was handed over to the missing one.

And Bu Operator was sincerely afraid, as a Taoist robe fluttering in the world, known as a Taoist who was three feet away from his fate, but he ran to ask such a little Taoist boy in such a daze.