Hulu sat quietly by the river in Nanyi City.

Zhao Xingxing was not there, the young man didn't know where he went, maybe he was sitting sadly guessing his fate.

Jiang Hehai, the only senior brother in the Sword Sect, was buying something on the street in the distance.

Cong Xin came back, and became such a little girl again, staying quietly by the pool, not saying anything.

Jiang Hehai was a little at a loss, and it was not his turn to worry about these things in the past.

It's just that in the current Sword Sect, apart from Cong Xin, there are only him and Hu Lu.

After all, as a senior brother, it is impossible to throw everything to Hulu.

As the battle progressed northward, Nanyi City quieted down.

But not the tranquility of the past.

It's just a kind of silence.

It's like spring has passed, and those flourishing flowers are gone, leaving only some flowers with a long flowering period that continue to bloom alone.

So it became a lonely artistic conception.

Hulu sat there for a long time, and Jiang Hehai came over with some hesitation.

"You said this thing, will Cong Xin like it?"

The young man by the river turned his head and looked at the gadget in Jiang Hehai's hand, which was a clay painting doll with outrageous aesthetics.

Even the bearded reeds feel ugly, let alone Cong Xin.

Therefore, Hu Lu looked at it silently for a long time, and then raised his head and looked at his own Seven Realms Senior Brother very carefully.

The young man was probably very curious about what kind of aesthetic Jiang Hehai had in his arms to choose such a thing, and planned to use it to please the little girl under the peach tree.

There are some things that are not said, but they are clear.

Loving a person will run out of the eyes, and hating something will come out of the twitching muscles of the face.

Although Hu Lu didn't say anything, when Jiang Hehai saw this young man's look, he took the thing and returned to the street with melancholy.

In fact, probably the best way is to buy some sugar and oil poop.

But last winter, that old man never came to the outside of the Sword Sect to set up an oil pot.

Maybe it's just like Jiang Ye and Mei Quming guessed.

The people of the world who have been working for a hundred years always disappear quietly.

Jiang Hehai returned the clay doll to the vendor on the side of the road who had sold gadgets in Nanyi City for many years, returned to Hu Lu's side, thought quietly for a long time, and then said: "You said that if you buy a machine bird made of wood, will Cong Xin like it?" ”

Hu Lu thought it was a good idea.

He'd seen that kind of trap bird in Nanyi City.

It's just that as a sword cultivator, it's not good for him to compete with those children who are still snotty to fight for such things.

So the kind of gadgets that have never been made much, but Hulu has never bought them.

"It's a pity that many of the shops that sell these things are closed."

Jiang Hehai sighed very much.

The mutiny in Nanyi City, although it did not drop the butcher's knife to those people in the world, but in the chaos, this ancient city naturally lost a large number of people.

It's like a flower gone.

It's like a leaf has fallen.

Only a bare old tree remained, hanging quietly on the edge of Daze.

The two Sword Sect disciples were quietly thinking about how to make Cong Xin happy with something like this.

About war, about rebellion, about goddesses.

No one mentions the many things in the world.

No one spoke first about the Sword Sect senior brothers who had left the south and gone to Huaidu.

Not to mention a thousand-year-old sword cultivator who once slept on the bridge.

There are some things that everyone accepts with great sincerity.

Understand that it is already an irretrievable story that cannot be repeated.

It's like running water.

It's like the years.

Jiang Hehai sat for a long time, and then walked towards the streets of the quiet Nanyi City with his sword in his arms.

"I'll go shopping again, maybe I'll find something."

Hu Lu looked back at the back of the senior brother.

Actually, the teenager was eager to say something like - don't look for it, I can't find it, what are you still thinking?

It's just something that teenagers can understand, how can Jiang Hehai not understand?

Nothing in the world will make that peach blossom demon happy.

It's just that they can dream, and it's not just teenagers.

That disciple of the Sword Sect called Jiang Hehai sometimes has some dreams.

For example, when he woke up early in the morning, he saw Chen Huaifeng standing in the Sanchi Pavilion waiting for him, and told him that Zhang Xiaoyu was crazy playing cards last night and had not come back yet.

Just a simple reverie.

But it contains all the years that have been, but are not left at all.

The Sword Sect was empty.

Where have all those people gone?

Hulu looked at it for a long time, then turned his head back.

Quietly looking at the big river.

Not only the Sword Sect, but also the Nanyi River.

There have been many stories on the river.

But not anymore.

It's like some fantasy bubble.

Like dew, it is like electricity.

It's hard for this teenager not to think about it.

What if, if the story in that dream was true.....

Hu Lu sat there quietly.

In the afternoon, a lot of sunlight is quietly sprinkled on the Nanyi River, and in the sparkling water, it slowly flows downstream.

There are also occasional boats on the river.

After all, there are still some people in the world in Nanyi City.

The boats floated quietly in all the unrealistic fantasies of the boy.

So Hulu saw such a small boat drifting from the sparkling sun.

It's just that the one sitting on the bow of the boat is not a rat, but a green one.

A little kingfisher.

A good friend of that mouse demon.

Qingqing's face no longer has a smile like a spring breeze returning to a bird.

It's calm, it's wooden.

He stood quietly at the bow of the boat, swinging with the boat.

"I heard that something happened to Nanyi City, and I was a little worried about rats."

Qingqing said this, lowered her head, and looked at the undulating river and boat like fate.

The little kingfisher watched for a long time before she whispered, "But I didn't think about it, it turned out that she had an accident long before the accident in Nanyi City." ”

Such a story can be known by asking a random person in Nanyi City.

Hu Lu didn't say anything, but calmly untied the sword from behind him, drew it, threw it at the bow of the boat, and nailed it and dangled there.

"You can also have a sword."

Qingqing didn't pull out the sword, but just stood there quietly, speaking in a very mocking tone.

"The people of the Sword Sect, except for the sword, don't talk about other things?"

Maybe so.

The Sword Sect has stood too tall and lived too nourishingly in the past thousand years.

Even if you walk in the world all day long and encounter many things, you still habitually draw your sword.

They may believe that the truth of the sword can solve everything.

It's just that the sound of drawing the sword is cold and emotionless.

Nor will the one who draws the sword have the pain of having his flesh cut open when the sword is unsheathed.

Hulu was silent for a long time, and then said softly, "Maybe yes." ”

The teenager sat on the guardrail, looking up at the sky.

"We sometimes talk about rhetoric that doesn't make sense, but we are often used to solving problems with the sword in our hands."

"We always feel like we should be right, even if we do something wrong, it's understandable."

"The world may say that they win us, but they often remain silent without a sword in their hands."

"Just like the night I killed the rat, my senior brother, with a sword, came to the Nanyi River, and sincerely said high-sounding but useless words, such as promises, such as right and wrong, and also like if the world is dissatisfied, you can send a sword to the Sword Sect."

Hu Lu said very calmly.

"But in fact, the people of Nanyi City, until the end, did not send their swords to the Sword Sect."

"It's like, if my master did something wrong, and then left Fang Cun to the world, saying that if you think I'm wrong, you can take a sword and kill me."

"Of course, he was really killed by the disciple who was dressed in white like him."

"But what about the world?"

"Do they really have the courage to draw their swords and say in a cold voice that my sword is not disadvantaged?"

Hu Lu lowered his head as he spoke, quietly looking at the kingfisher demon in front of him.

"Just like you are now, maybe you are seriously sarcastic that the Sword Sect will only use the sword to reason."

"But in a way, isn't that because you don't have the courage to draw your sword?"

"You think you can't kill me, you think it's useless, just like everyone thinks when they face the Sword Sect."

"Instead of drawing a sword and stabbing and ending up fruitless, it is better to stand with your eyebrows crossed and sneer."

Qingqing looked at this young man deeply for a long time.

After experiencing some stories, the boy who once walked in the world ignorant with a melon skin on his head also died.

After a long silence, on the bank of the river where the warm sun shines, the calm voice of the little demon girl in the world sounds.

"So a place like the Sword Sect will never end well."

Hu Lu just said calmly: "We don't have any good ends. ”

The Human Sword Sect, this Human Sword Sect, which once boasted of looking at the human world, has become a thief.

It became the source of rebellion in the South.

The two looked at each other for a long time.

Qingqing pulled out the sword at the bow of the boat and threw it back on the shore, and the boat slowly drifted away.

Hu Lu quietly watched such a girl come and go quietly.

Then he bent down and picked up the sword that had been thrown by the river.

When the boy stood up straight, he stood there for a long time, looking up the riverbank.

A black-clothed sword correction carrying a well-known broken sword in the world was slowly approaching.

Hu Lu looked at the young sword cultivator who was once as famous as a white-clothed senior brother of his very quietly, and saluted very plainly while holding the sword.

"See Senior Brother Cheng."

Cheng Lu looked at the young man by the river with a very complicated expression.

From the top of the head all the way to the soles of the feet.

Just look and see.

This twenty-five-year-old sword cultivator couldn't find the appearance of that fourteen-year-old boy.

Of course, this is a matter of the Human Sword Sect, and he is a member of the Liuyun Sword Sect, so he naturally won't be so enthusiastic to find many reasons.

"I want to go to the Sword Sect to have a look."

Cheng Lu said bluntly.

Cheng Lu and Hu Lu are naturally not the same generation of sword cultivators, when Cheng Lu became famous, Hu Lu may just be a child in the south who sharpened a wooden sword and pretended to be a peerless sword cultivator.

If Cheng Lu likes to play cards, the two may have some intersections.

It's just that Cheng Lu doesn't like to play cards.

The Liuyun Sword Sect did not have such a card-playing atmosphere as Nanyi City.

Hu Lu suddenly remembered that in March last year, there was a person named Gongzi Wubei, who also walked in Nanyi City like this.

Said he wanted to see something.

Hu Lu was very sincere and threatened him at that time, if you mess around, I will go to my master to complain.

It's just that now this little boy no longer has a master.

His master died in the East China Sea.

So a lot of things, he needs to investigate the cause and ask about the cause and effect.

"Why?"

Hu Lu stood under the tree by the river with his sword in his arms, looking at this black-clothed sword cultivator seriously.

Cheng Lu said calmly: "In the Human Sword Sect, there may be many things that have been ignored in the past, and I need to find some answers from them." ”

"What answer?"

"If I could tell you, what am I standing here for?"

Cheng Lu's words were very calm, and he didn't look down on him, but talked to the young man in front of him as an equal existence.

Hu Lu was silent for a long time, and then said slowly: "Is it related to Zhang Xiaoyu, or is it related to my master?" ”

Even if the Liuyun Sword Sect is in the same chaos now, it is just that for such a sword cultivator, the answer that he wants to find in the Sword Sect will naturally only be related to these two people.

Cheng Lu quietly thought about some of the things she saw on the diary, and said calmly: "Maybe there are all of them." ”

Hu Lu was silent for a long time, and then said, "I can agree, but maybe Cong Xin won't." ”

Cheng Lu said softly: "It's okay, you take me to see her." ”

The boy didn't say anything more, and walked under the April sky with his sword in his hand, passing through those very lonely bluestone streets.

The slate was cyan and black, as dark as a pool of still water.

There was a lot of blood in the crevices.

It was the trail of blood that had once dripped from the lantern.

It has been washed by rain and rivers that the world has brought up by itself, but the streets and alleys are still no longer what they used to be.

Wars may have been short-lived.

But it will take many years for the story left behind to fade away.

Cheng Lu walked quietly behind the young man, looking at the young man's back, and also at the power that seemed to be slowly flowing in such an ancient city.

"Nanyi City, it seems to be very close to the River Styx."

Cheng Lu said slowly.

The boy stopped ahead.

Turned his head to look south.

Nanyi City is naturally very close to the River Styx.

Walking out of such an ancient city, standing on the edge of that Daze, you can see the tail of a river Styx, smashing down from the top of a mountain more than 2,000 zhang to the world.

But that's not why the power that should have belonged to the sorghum flowed through the city.

"We're not very close to the River Styx."

Hu Lu whispered, "We are very close to the goddess. ”

Cheng Lu quietly looked at the divine light that was faintly overflowing in those long streets.

"How close."

Hu Lu turned his head and said slowly: "The distance from the Human Sword Sect to the Hanging Courtyard. ”

It is the distance between the world and the gods and ghosts today.

Cheng Lu was silent for a long time, and then continued to move forward.

Hu Lu didn't say anything more.

The two of them went all the way to the Sword Sect in the north of the city.

The door of the Sword Sect is open.

It seems that some wind in the world needs to be blown into it in order to make such a quiet Sword Sect garden lively again.

It's just that the sound of those mahjong rubbing is already far away.

It's as if you're no longer in the world.

Hu Lu sometimes thinks that if a teenager knocked on the door at the beginning, he didn't ask him if he could play cards, but just let him walk in, would the story be different?

Maybe yes.

Some stories may not change, but some will.

Hu Lu stopped at the door of the Sword Sect, and did not go inside, but sat down on the steps, just like in those days.

"You go in, you should know where the pool is, and Cong Xin is in the pool."

Cheng Lu nodded, crossed the young man sitting on the steps that illuminated the general sun, and walked into the Sword Sect.

......

There was no swing in the heart of the bush, and the swing was under the tree house, and many peach blossoms and leaves had fallen.

The peach demon, who had been transformed into a little girl again, sat quietly on the bridge of a pool, just like Cong Blade had done back then.

is also like laughing in the bush.

Cong Xin was looking at the peach blossoms.

Those peach blossoms fell quietly in a pond, and they bloomed like this for a thousand years.

When Cheng Lu walked through the paths full of peach blossoms, Cong Xin didn't seem to notice.

Just leaning on the guardrail of the small bridge, I sat for a long time.

Cheng Lu didn't speak, just stood there quietly, looking at the little girl in a small dress.

The story of Cong Xin and the Human Sword Sect is probably not a secret in these great cultivation places in the human world.

It's just the world that doesn't know.

Cheng Lu looked at it quietly for a long time, and then said softly, "Did you bring anything back from the East China Sea?" ”

The little girl on the bridge looked at this sword cultivator from the Liuyun Sword Sect and looked at it for a long time before she said softly, "There are some ashes." ”

Some of the ashes that were brought back from the East China Sea by an emperor for 490,000 miles.

In a sense, Cong Xin should perhaps be grateful to Kamigawa.

Cong Zhongxiao died too far away, if it was Cong Xin, even if she borrowed Qing Xiang's Flying Immortal at the beginning, there would be no way to cross such a long distance to find those things.

Cong Zhongxiao, this is a name that was once called the same as Chen Yunxi.

This is probably the only connection between the sword cultivation of this Liuyun Sword Sect and such a Sword Sect.

Cheng Lu stood there silently, perhaps not knowing what he should say in the face of such a story.

Of course, there is a lot to say.

It's just that it fits with one's identity, and it's probably often silence or sighing, or something that doesn't hurt.

Of course, Cong Xin also knew, so he didn't continue the topic.

This little girl sat on the peach blossom stream bridge, like the real master of this Sword Sect, she restrained her expression a little, and looked at this black-clothed and short-haired sword cultivator with great calm.

"What are you doing in the Human Sword Sect?"

Cheng Lu didn't answer this question, just looked at the woman who came back from the East China Sea for a long time, and then said softly: "I suddenly want to ask you a question." ”

Cong Xin looked at him for a long time, and then turned her head to look at Qingxi under the bridge, I don't know why, she suddenly remembered that there was a young white-clothed sword cultivator sitting here spitting blood in his mouth, and she said that she was going to go to Cong Jian to complain.

Sometimes there are no memories in the world.

Sometimes the world is full of the past.

"What's the problem?"

Cheng Lu looked deeply at the peach demon on the river bridge.

"When you were in the East China Sea, you should have been able to kill Zhang Xiaoyu."