Yun Hu quietly looked at the power of the Styx that began to flow towards such a academy in the night, but he was also relieved, looked at the young man on the side, and said softly: "It seems that they have succeeded." ”

Zhao Xingxing was silent for a while, and then said, "Can they still come back?" ”

"Absolutely."

Yun Hu said slowly: "They just went back and took a look." ”

The scholar tilted his head and thought for a moment, then continued: "It's like if you suddenly had a dream one night, the dream may be good or bad, but this is going to wake up after all. ”

Zhao Xingxing was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Are there any dreams that you won't wake up?" ”

Yun Hu didn't know if he didn't answer, of course there are such dreams.

It's just that the world doesn't take dreams as its name.

It's death.

Or to put it mildly, it's called Guiru.

So the two who went back to the past naturally wanted to come back.

If you don't come back, it's the same as death.

What is the difference between disappearing into the world and death?

.......

Cheng Lu carried the decision on his back, calmly passed through such a sea of divine power, and walked towards everything that is known but unknown.

Hu Lu still stood in place, looking at such a gate of time composed of thousands of divine lights, and was silent for a long time.

The conversation between Cheng Lu and Yaoji made such a young man never say a word again.

It is as if lust is shameful, greed is sinful, and demand is despicable before righteousness.

The teenager may feel ashamed.

It took a long silence to suppress those thoughts, look up at such a woman, and it also took a lot of courage to ask such a question.

"Can I go back and see?"

Yaoji just stood quietly under the umbrella, quietly looking at the world, as if she hadn't heard the words of such a young man.

It's just that the sea of divine power is there.

Yao Ji didn't say anything, but nothing stopped her.

Hu Lu stood silently for a long time, then raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and walked inside without hesitation.

It wasn't until the young man's figure disappeared that such a gate of divine light finally dispersed like a drizzle and fell to the world.

......

In the cold winter season, people all over the world are dressed like bloated zongzi, holding umbrellas and walking on the snowy streets.

Nanyi City, which has been in the wind for 1,002 years, is a lively city that cannot be covered by winter snow.

On the long street, people come and go, stop and go, there are many pleasure boats in the river, which are very crowded and floating in the middle of the river, and the colorful streamers are hanging with ice and snow, flying chaotically in the wind.

Cheng Lu felt that he should have walked through a long alley, and then appeared on such a street.

It is indeed a long alley behind it.

Inside, a teenager was panting with his mouth open, leaning against the wall and coming out of this rare alley where no one passed.

Cheng Lu looked back at the young man, perhaps understanding what kind of mood such a young man was in under his wide mouth and slightly drooping eyes.

So he just stood there quietly, stretched out a hand, and helped the boy who walked out of the alley, because there was no alley wall to support, and thus almost rolled down in the snow.

The weight of the young man's entire body was pressed on Cheng Lu's hand.

It took a long time for such a teenager to get rid of the emotion that was enough to make his legs weak, fall into the snow and cry.

It is impossible for a person to cry for a lifetime.

When he woke up from a dream in the Sword Sect Garden, he had been crying for a long time.

Hu Lu finally let go of Cheng Lu's hand, and stood in the wind and snow with the sword on his back, looking at such a peaceful but prosperous ancient city with great greed and greed.

Cheng Lu also stood there full of emotion.

In the past, the world has always faced such a Nanyi City, as if I had never thought about what kind of happy scene it was.

Until they came out of the midst of all the world.

It's like there is no life without death.

Without pain, the world would not feel happiness.

The young man beside him used a long stand to collect a lot of emotions, and then looked at Cheng Lu on the side.

"What time is it?"

Cheng Lu quietly looked at the young man on the side.

"You're from Nanyi City, don't you have an impression?"

Hu Lu was silent for a while, and then said softly, "If I had known that such a world would be shattered in the years to come, I would have been impressed. ”

It's a pity that the boy didn't know.

Therefore, teenagers will not pay special attention to certain ordinary days in the past.

Cheng Lu looked at the young man quietly for a long time, and then turned his head to look at the snowy Nanyi City.

"In the year of the Great Wind Calendar of the Year 102, the eighth day of the twelfth month."

This was the day before a certain diary in Zhang Xiaoyu's intermittent diary.

Of course, Cheng Lu doesn't know where she will fall into this time.

Perhaps only at such a moment did Nanyi City have a certain alley, and no one happened to notice it.

So these two sword cultivators walked out of the alley through the years.

Hu Lu suddenly remembered something, and ran towards a certain place in the world in the wind and snow with his sword on his back.

Cheng Lu was naturally not in a hurry, so he followed the young man's footsteps all the way forward in the snow, and the two walked all the way from the south of the city to the north of the city.

Cheng Lu also understood why Hu Lu suddenly came here.

The great wind has been around for 1,002 years, and it is a thirteen-year-old boy who knows the water realm.

Maybe it's because it hasn't been a long time since he started to enter the road of sword cultivation, such a young boy is far more greedy than the later Hulu.

Hu Lu carried a sword on his back, standing quietly at the corner of a long street in the north of the city, not far ahead, there was a snack shop, a young man who looked small was very bloated, holding a hand stove, standing on tiptoe in front of the steaming oil pot of the shop, waiting for the boss to get those food.

A thirteen-year-old boy is much shorter than a fifteen-year-old.

The reed has grown a lot taller.

Perhaps, as in the opening sentence of all stories, the person who opened the door was short and small.

Maybe you still have a card in your hand.

"That hand warmer was bought for me by Senior Brother Mei."

When he saw some of the images in his memory that he didn't care about, the boy seemed to finally remember a lot of things clearly.

"Because the winter is too cold, I always don't want to practice swords, I just want to run out to eat delicious food, or play cards with them, so Senior Brother Mei, who came back from the river ferry, bought me one of these."

Hu Lu said, with some deep nostalgia and some faint smiles on his face.

Some of the past, if you can think of it, the world will always smile unconsciously.

"It's just that he probably didn't expect that after I had a furnace, I still didn't want to practice swords."

As he spoke, the boy seemed to feel cold, so he raised his hand to his lips and sighed—in fact, the boy was not as afraid of the cold as he had been.

"So I ran out, took some of the money that my brothers gave me to release water, and ran here to buy food."

The boy said, looking over there in thought.

"It should be fried tofu, meatballs, crab cutlets, and a sugar and oil poop."

When the boy said this, the little boy who was clearly shrunk by the cold on the snowy street not far away, but still stood on tiptoe and looked at the oil pot with anticipation, finally took the food from the stall owner.

As fifteen-year-old Hulu said.

Some memories are actually stuck in my head all along.

It's just that sometimes, I can't remember when it was.

Until I stood in that kind of time.

The boy will sigh and say that it is today!

Cheng Lu listened silently, and then asked, "So is it delicious?" ”

The young man was very serious and asked rhetorically, "How can it not be delicious?" ”

The little boy in the distance probably thought the same way, standing in the snow in front of the stall, he couldn't wait to hang the stove in his hand, and then picked up the fried tofu and took a big bite with satisfaction, and then he was so hot that he kept sticking out his tongue.

It wasn't until he chewed and swallowed that the little boy was satisfied and walked away to the north of the long street.

Hu Lu quietly looked at his back back - this is really full of what he was like back then.

The boy looked at it for a long time, then walked over and stopped in front of the food stall, very seriously, and also asked for some fried tofu and meatballs.

Cheng Lu stood aside, looked at the young man waiting for food, and said, "I thought you would catch up." ”

Hu Lu looked down at the things in the oil pot and said softly, "What are you going to do when you catch up?" ”

Of course, there is no point in catching up.

The owner of the food stall was a man in his fifties, and he looked at the two sword cultivators who looked like they were talking gibberish. He also focused on the face of the beard for a long time. He didn't know why, he always felt that the young man in front of him was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

But after all, there are many sword cultivators in the south, and the boss didn't think much about it.

If this was a Daoist, the boss would probably continue to think about it seriously, so he connected him with the young man of the Human Sword Sect before.

Of course, the face of a teenager changes very quickly.

If it was Cheng Lu who bought croquettes here back then, then this boss would naturally be able to recognize it at a glance.

After all, even in the year 1002, Cheng Lu was already in his twenties, and it was difficult for his face to change much.

Teenagers grow up in a flash.

The one you saw the day before yesterday may feel strange the day after tomorrow.

Hulu didn't know what the boss was thinking, just stood there quietly and waited.

Cheng Lu didn't leave, just stood there quietly.

This made the boy a little curious.

"Isn't Senior Brother going to find something?"

Cheng Lu said calmly: "Don't worry, it's only December 8 now." ”

Hulu didn't say anything more.

When the food was ready, Hu Lu paid for it, and then took it, but he didn't eat it in front of the stall like the little boy, but looked at Cheng Lu and asked, "Senior brother, do you want to eat some?" ”

Cheng Lu shook his head.

So the young man took the food and went in the direction of the Nanyi River.

"December 9th, is there anything special about this day?"

Hu Lu carried the food, and the mood of those who had returned to such a bustling Winter Snow Nanyi City again had gradually calmed down, and they asked the black-clothed sword cultivator beside him very seriously.

Cheng Lu walked with his sword against the snow and said softly: "I don't know, this is something left in Zhang Xiaoyu's diary. ”

When Hu Lu heard this, he was stunned for a moment, but he didn't say anything and continued to walk towards the river.

Until he stopped at the riverbank, the young man held the food, tilted his head, and quietly looked at the Nanyi River, whose edge had gradually frozen, for a long time, and then turned his head to look at Cheng Lu and said, "Can you let me take a look?" ”

Cheng Lu looked at the young man quietly for a long time, and then reached into his arms and took out the diary that had been kept properly.

Hu Lu put the food on the guardrail, thought about it, and used his sword intent to disperse the wind and snow there, and then took the diary handed over by Cheng Lu, leaned on the guardrail, and looked at it quietly in the snow.

......

Great Wind Calendar 101 years, March 18.

Today, Master didn't know where to bring back a little boy named Hu Lu.

The name is really stupid.

I don't know what the person who took the name thinks.

Doesn't sound as good as my Zhang Xiaoyu.

But after all, it's a junior brother, so I still don't have to laugh too happily, what if this kid holds a grudge?

Hahaha, but it's really funny.

But having said that, there are finally new disciples in the Sword Sect, and my Zhang Xiaoyu's status will definitely rise.

From tomorrow onwards, be a commanding person who makes no gains, practice swords, play cards, and call your junior brother!

Anyway, the junior brother looks stupid, are the little teenagers stupid?

I seem to have been like that back then.

Zhang Xiaoyu, Zhang Xiaoyu, you are not old yet, how can you see a little boy with his eyes full of his own shadow?

Go out and play cards to suppress the shock.

......

The diary, of course, has always been that kind of diary.

It's just that the people who look at it are different, and the things you see from it are also different.

At the beginning, Su Guang saw the full of cards between the lines.

Cheng Lu saw an unusual day.

And the beard saw himself.

The young man looked at it silently for a long time, and then returned the diary to Cheng Lu.

Naturally, there was nothing but a faint sigh.

With such a diary, it is difficult for people to associate with the white-clothed sword cultivator who is covered in blood.

Zhang Xiaoyu back then, and Zhang Xiaoyu today, how can they be the same person?

Zhang Xiaoyu before the Great Wind Calendar 1,003 years ago, whether it was for Cheng Lu, for Nandao, for Hu Lu, and for all Southern Sword Cultivators, he was a very good senior brother.

It's a pity that such a Zhang Xiaoyu, the people in the later stories will probably never see it.

It's sad enough.

Hu Lu stood in silence for a long time with his sword on his back, looking dull and lonely.

The wind and snow blew again, and Hulu, who was in a daze, heard a very familiar voice.

"You look a little troubled, is there anything that the rat can help you?"

This young man came back to his senses, and looked at such a little demon girl for a long time.

This is not a dream, the girl with misty and distant eyes.

It's real, rats floating on such a river.

All the mixed emotions that I experienced in the life of a teenager were all in my heart at this moment.

It was the boy's voice that was a little choked, and there were some tears in the boy's eyes.

It's just that the boy is chuckling softly.

"Yes, I lost some people, can you help me get them back?"

Although the rat didn't know why this familiar young man looked like this, just listening to his words, he felt that he could understand.

Losing some people is certainly sad enough.

So the little demon girl said very seriously: "Where did he lose it?" ”

The young man said in a loud voice: "It's on the Nanyi River, if you see her one day, remember to help me say I'm sorry." ”

The rat stood at the bow of the snowstorm, tilted his head and looked at him for a long time, although he was a little confused, but still said, "Okay." ”

Those fried tofu that had been dispelled by the sword intent and the wind and snow were still steaming.

The little demon girl who drifted on the river all day long was probably very greedy, so after saying that good, she looked at Hu Lu again.

"Can you give me some of your fried tofu?"

Hu Lu nodded, and handed all the food on the guardrail to the rat.

The little demon girl at the bow of the boat took it very happily, and she was not polite, and sat there with her legs crossed and ate.

said vaguely: "When the rat saves enough money in the future, I will definitely give you some food." ”

Hu Lu didn't respond, but just took out a penny from his bosom, handed it over, and said softly: "You must remember in the future that if you do a good deed, you will receive a penny." ”

The rat rat who was feasting nodded his head very casually.

Of course, people don't care about some inconspicuous past in ordinary days.

This is true of the reeds, and so are the rats.

Suddenly, there was an extremely crisp sound of sword roaring by the river.

The rat was startled, and when he looked up, he saw the young man, who was still sad, standing on the riverbank with his sword drawn in great anger and pointing at him.

"Do you remember?"

The boy's robe fluttered in the wind, just as his hand with a sword pointed straight at the rat and trembling uncontrollably.

It's like the fluttering lips that keep chattering after saying that sentence angrily.

The rat sat there in a daze, not understanding why such an ordinary reaction of his own would make the boy so angry.

After a long period of confusion, the little demon girl silently stood on tiptoe and put the food back on the riverbank guardrail.

"Then I won't eat your stuff."

The rat was very aggrieved and turned around and propped up the boat and drifted away in the wind and snow.

Hu Lu suddenly coughed, lowered his head, and the sword in his hand also fell down, and smashed on the guardrail of the riverbank, with a loud sound.

The sound was so crisp that it was like many fates that are bound to meet in the future.

It was a long time before the young man raised his head with tears in his eyes, looked at the boat that had gone away in the long river of wind and snow, and said softly: "It seems that she still doesn't remember these things in the end." ”

Cheng Lu just watched coldly from beginning to end.

Look at people coldly, listen to words coldly, think coldly, and feel cold.

It wasn't until the young man said such a sentence full of sadness that Cheng Lu said extremely calmly: "It's not that she doesn't remember. ”

This Eight Realms Sword Cultivator looked at the world.

The world in the years.

"It's just that your sword can't cut through the moat of time."

Hu Lu stood there in a daze, and extremely relieved.

The boy smelled the wind.

And I don't know what I mean.