The little boy Hu Lu walked all the way back to the gate of the Sword Sect, perhaps because he was worried that he would secretly run out to buy delicious food, and he would be scolded if he was caught by the senior brothers, so he hesitated a little, retreated again, and hid under a tree by the river, there was no snow near the root of the tree, so the little boy sat there cross-legged, looking at the heavy snow in Nanyi City with a shrunken face, while eating those fried tofu.

Senior Brother Xiaoyu should be playing cards now, and Senior Brother Mei should be rowing a ferry on the river.

Although both are more difficult in winter, they will probably be very profitable.

Playing cards in winter is a very difficult thing, this is what Zhang Xiaoyu told Hu Lu.

Because when it snows, you have to resist the temptation of the bed, get up and walk in the snow, through the world, to find a card house, this process will freeze people to the point of delirium.

Of course, for Zhang Xiaoyu, this is a difficult but not lucrative thing.

Hu Lu didn't remember if Brother Xiaoyu had won the money.

I can win money, and Senior Brother Xiaoyu is still in debt.

As Hu Lu was thinking this, he suddenly pricked up his ears, hid the food aside, and cautiously poked out from behind the tree by the river to look out into the street.

"Fuck, who's winning at these tables!"

Zhang Xiaoyu's voice came from there, and the white-clothed sword corrector was loosely carrying his sword, and the young man named Su Guang rubbed his hands against the cold while scolding and walking.

Su Guang didn't reply, just lowered his head and put his eyebrows on it, looking very sad.

Zhang Xiaoyu turned his head and saw Su Guang's appearance, stretched out his hand to put his hand on Su Guang's shoulder, smiled, and said, "You won't go back tonight and be beaten." ”

After all, this kid just sneaked some money away from the Su Inn today, and went to continue to struggle with Zhang Xiaoyu in the card hall in the south of Nanyi City.

It's a pity that it's just like Zhang Xiaoyu's sentence - who is winning at the poker table?

Not the two of them anyway.

Su Guang, who stole money, and Zhang Xiaoyu, who borrowed money, both lost a mess and lost all their money.

Su Guang silently opened Zhang Xiaoyu's hand, but looking at this sword cultivator, he was probably a little envious.

"The senior brothers in the Sword Sect saw that you lost cards and ruined the name of the Sword Sect every day, so they didn't beat you?"

Zhang Xiaoyu's hand was slapped away by Su Guang, so he retracted his sleeve again, and shrunk his head by the way.

"What did they beat me for, they probably wished I had lost more, so they laughed at me unscrupulously."

This twenty-four-year-old sword cultivator said reasonably.

"I've lost a lot, and that's probably a good thing for them, so that people will be more willing to play cards with them and let them win a lot of money."

Su Guang sighed melancholy.

The two walked in the snow for a while, stopping near the Sword Sect, Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Su Guang and asked, "Can you still come out tomorrow?" ”

Su Guang was kicking the snow there, as if he was eating something steaming, but in fact, the two of them almost lost their shorts, so naturally they didn't have anything to eat.

"I don't know, let's see if I can get the money."

Zhang Xiaoyu sighed and said, "Okay." ”

The two Patient Friends Board cards parted ways on the long street.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked towards the Sword Sect for a while, and suddenly stopped with a frown, muttering to himself, "What is so fragrant?" ”

As he spoke, he looked around.

Little Hulu hurriedly retracted his head, and covered the food better with his clothes.

The wind and snow are so big, senior brother can still smell it, isn't he Zhang Xiaoyu or Zhang Xiaopu?

After waiting for a while, it seemed that there was no movement, and then the little beard carefully picked up the trunk of the tree and looked over there.

It was only when the little boy's head began to stick out that he bumped into a face that was close at hand.

The little gourd jumped up in fright, and almost directly drew his sword and slashed the person in front of him.

"Senior brother, what are you eating, can you let me taste it? Just one bite! ”

Zhang Xiaoyu swore as he stretched out his head to look behind Hu Lu.

Hu Lu will not believe this kind of nonsense of people who have lost all their hunger for a day.

At the beginning, the little boy looked at this senior brother who looked like a dog, and he believed that he really handed over his sugar and oil poop.

As a result, when he asked, Si Svenwen politely and politely white-clothed sword cultivator, took the sugar and oil baba and directly opened his bloody mouth and swallowed it all in one gulp.

Hu Lu, who had not yet started his cultivation at that time, saw this kind of formation, and directly raised his head and stretched out his hands, and cried out.

This unconscionable one is still there snorting and laughing.

Fortunately, at that time, Senior Brother Gao, who was holding a cup of wolfberry tea, came over, gave him a hard blow on the head, and then ordered him to go out immediately and buy another one for Hulu.

Hearing such nonsense again, Hu Lu twisted his head and pouted.

"Nope!"

Zhang Xiaoyu instantly wilted, sighed and said, "Senior brother, you don't want your senior brother to starve to death on the streets." ”

Hu Lu just shook his head frantically, and then suddenly caught a glimpse of someone, as if he saw a savior, picked up the food from behind, and ran towards the bank of the Sword Sect River.

"Senior Brother Mei, Senior Brother Xiaoyu is going to rob me of food again."

Mei Quming was parking the boat there by the river, tying a cable, and suddenly heard such a shout, and looked up very blankly, between which Hu Lu was running towards him, and Zhang Xiaoyu was laughing there under the tree not far away.

......

"Originally, I wanted Senior Brother Mei to beat him up."

Hu Lu stood quietly under the snow tree, in front of him were some very messy footprints in the messy running, not far away a small boat was swaying slightly, the ferryman had already returned to the Sword Sect to roast the fire.

Cheng Lu looked at the young man beside him and asked, "It seems that there is no beating." ”

Hu Lu said softly: "Yes, because Senior Brother Xiaoyu ran away directly." I probably know that bullying my junior brother is not a glorious thing. ”

Of course, bullying junior brothers is not really bullying.

Senior Brother Xiaoyu is not Zhang Xiaoyu.

This is a person who only exists in the past, and is a fictional concept in the present.

The two of them stood quietly under the tree, and the swaying arc of the boat parked at the ferry port not far away was slowly subsiding.

It also means that the story in the mouth of the teenager is slowly passing.

Cheng Lu looked at this Sword Sect quietly, and after a long time, he said slowly: "So you are there, can you remember what happened on this winter day?" ”

Hulu stood in the wind and snow very seriously and thought, and slowly shook his head after a long time.

In the year 102 of December, of course, a lot of things happened.

It's just the most mundane things.

For example, Hu Lu bought delicious food, Zhang Xiaoyu lost all his money, and he was sad in the Sword Sect thinking about where to borrow some money.

Another example is that the swing in the heart of the bush seems to be broken by snow.

When Hu Lu thought of this, he suddenly frowned.

Cheng Lu just looked at the teenager quietly.

Of course, Hulu is not only going back to the past to see the once prosperous and warm world.

Such a young man who lives in the Sword Sect and Nanyi City, in the past world, the help he can provide is naturally huge.

Otherwise, for Cheng Lu, all he can rely on is the vague things in the diary.

"It should be today, Congxin's swing is broken."

Hu Lu whispered, "So I woke Master from his sleep." ”

The boy said, looking up at the sky in the snow, there was a little late in the world, and there were some very subtle oranges pressed behind the gloomy snow.

"It's probably just a while."

Hulu whispered.

"At that time, I should still be suing my brothers. Then I suddenly saw the master walking out lazily, Senior Brother Mei asked what the master was going to do, and the master said that Congxin's swing was broken, and he went outside to buy a strong rope. ”

Cheng Lu didn't speak for a long time.

Hu Lu turned his head and saw that this Liuyun Sword Sect was silently looking at the door of the Sword Sect.

"You're not mistaken."

Cheng Lu said softly.

Hu Lu turned his head to look, at the gate of the Sword Sect, there was a very lazy sword cultivator who looked at the snow and sighed, and then walked into the snow with a helpless look.

The boy stood there quietly for a long time, without any emotion, and did not rush out through the snow.

Just standing there quietly.

It's like having already accepted everything that should have passed and has passed.

It was only when Cheng Lu turned his head to look at the young man that he found that he had already burst into tears.

Cheng Lu was silent for a long time and didn't say anything, just raised his hand and patted the young man's shoulder.

The lazy sword cultivator was dressed in white and walked quietly towards the world in the snow.

It's probably like the last picture Hu Lu saw in his dream.

......

Cong Jian was very lazy leaning against the eaves of a hanging snow lantern at the corner of the street, frowning slightly, looking thoughtfully at the bank of the Nanyi River that was obscured by the wind and snow.

The shopkeeper on the side saw someone leaning there, and looked at it curiously, and when he saw the familiar and unfamiliar face of the man in white, he was stunned for a moment, and then it took a long time to remember who this person was.

So he changed his face in an instant, walked out with a smile on his face, and saluted there.

"Why did the sect master come out today?"

Cong Blade turned his head and glanced at the shopkeeper, who was about fifty years old, and his face was already aging.

The shopkeeper looked at Cong Blade's slightly puzzled eyes, and said very seriously: "It's me, Liu is seven years old, and the sect master teased me when I was a child." It was because I was teased by the sect master when I was seven years old that my father renamed me Liu Qisui, saying that I would definitely become a great sword cultivator in the world in the future. ”

It's just that apparently not.

Cong Jian thought seriously for a long time, and then said very sincerely: "I can't remember." ”

The shopkeeper was not disappointed, but said with a smile: "It's okay, the sect master has been in memory for so many years, it will naturally be very tiring." ”

This shopkeeper in his fifties, who was teased by Cong Blade by chance when he was a child, was very embarrassed and looked at Cong Blade with emotion.

"I just remember."

This made Cong Blade a little ashamed, and said softly: "It's okay, see you next time, I will remember you." ”

The shopkeeper said self-deprecatingly: "Who knows if I'm still there next time?" ”

Cong Blade smiled and said, "It's okay, someone will remember." ”

The shopkeeper probably didn't understand the meaning of Cong Blade very well, but he just looked at the white-clothed sect master and looked in the direction of the Sword Sect, so he asked curiously, "What is the sect master looking at?" ”

Cong Jian thought for a moment and said, "This is something that is difficult to say, probably a guest from the Sword Sect or Nanyi City." ”

The shopkeeper hesitated a little and said softly, "Isn't it a serious matter?" ”

Cong Blade said softly: "It's not serious, it's just a little strange, by the way, do you have a rope here?" ”

"What rope?"

"Tie the rope to the swing."

"Yes, I'll go and get it for you."

Cong Jian nodded, turned his head to look at the back of the shopkeeper and said, "The next time you see my disciples, remember to find them to settle the bill." ”

"Okay."

Those who are dressed in white probably have clean pockets.

It is of course unrealistic to want to be chic and rich.

......

Hu Lu took Cheng Lu to climb on the wall of the Sword Sect's garden.

A sword cultivator who has become a Taoist and heard the wind, a sword cultivator of a small path and eight realms, has traveled through the past years that are difficult for anyone to touch in the entire world, but he is seriously climbing over the wall, which is probably a very rare thing.

It's just that for the two of them, they naturally have some last resort.

Naturally, it is impossible for the Sword Sect Gate to enter in an open and honest manner.

Although the back door of the three pools is secluded, there are often some brothers and sisters playing cards by the pool, and it is inevitable that they will be bumped into.

So it's probably best to climb in from the wall on the second pond side.

Erchi has many sword flats, and it is a place for sword practice.

It's just like the hulu that ran out with a stove to buy fried tofu and eat.

In the winter, why do you want to practice sword practice?

Isn't playing cards fragrant?

Probably the only thing you may meet is Chen Huaifeng, who gradually converges on playing cards and walks around every day drinking tea and maintaining health.

Cheng Lu looked at the Hu Lu riding on the wall, and said very seriously: "Don't you really care if someone climbs over the wall to steal something?" ”

Hulu is also very serious.

"What can you steal if you come in?"

Cheng Lu was silent for a long time, but he had to admit that what Hu Lu said was extremely correct.

Although the Human Sword Sect is the head of the Sword Sect today, there is really nothing good in such a place.

This black-clothed sword cultivator thought about what he had seen in the Sword Sect's garden.

It's nothing more than mahjong scattered all over the place, or some swords that I don't know which brother is too obsessed with playing cards and loses them.

Cheng Lu followed Hu Lu over the wall of the Sword Sect and landed in the forest next to the wall.

The world is snowy in December, and there is a white expanse everywhere, but I really don't see any senior brothers.

There is a faint sound of shuffling cards everywhere.

Although Hu Lu said that it didn't matter, he really looked around nervously after he really turned over like a thief.

Cheng Lu was very calm.

After all, even if you get caught, you won't be able to escape.

The Sword Sect is full of Upper Realm Sword Cultivators, so it is naturally impossible to escape.

The two of them walked carefully in the forest for a while, and then those familiar garden paths appeared in front of them, and there were some deep and shallow footprints on the road, probably because a senior brother was passing by here not long ago.

Hu Lu watched for a while, and made sure that there was indeed no trace of his senior brother near Erchi, so he relieved himself and turned his head to look at Cheng Lu, who was pondering there.

"Where do we go first?"

Cheng Lu stood in the wind and snow with his sword on his back, squinted his eyes for a long time, and then said softly: "Go to Zhang Xiaoyu and have a look." ”

The clues of everything came from Zhang Xiaoyu's diaries at the beginning, so naturally we had to start looking for them from Zhang Xiaoyu.

It's just that before the two of them spoke, there was a sound of sword roaring in the Sword Sect garden.

Cheng Lu's expression changed, and after raising his hand, he pulled out the decisive sword, turned around and walked away.

The two swords intersected in the forest, the sword light burst out, and the two of them parted with a touch, and each retreated into the wind and snow.

A Sword Sect disciple was frowning and standing in the forest, looking at this black-clothed short-haired sword cultivator with a strange expression.

Short hair in black parted head.

Naturally, such a feature is very obvious.

"Cheng Lu?"

Cheng Lu didn't recognize such a sword cultivator, so he looked away from the sword cultivator and fell on the sword again.

The name of the sword, sleepless.

Sleepless Sword Huaimin.

This is a disciple of the Sword Sect who will die in Daze in the story of March next year.

Cheng Lu silently put away the sword and said softly: "Yes, Cheng Lu of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect has seen Senior Brother Huaimin. ”

Waimin did not respond to this.

This sword cultivator's gaze had already fallen on the young sword cultivator behind Cheng Lu, and his eyes gradually widened, as if he had seen something extremely incredible.

The small vendor selling fried tofu in Nanyi City couldn't recognize the young man who was growing, and the little demon rat on the Nanyi River couldn't recognize it.

It's just that Hu Lu is the only young disciple of this generation of Sword Sect.

is a senior brother at the top, and it can be said that it is a collection of thousands of favors.

As a senior brother who gets along day and night in the garden of the Sword Sect, how can Huaimin not recognize him?

Therefore, this sword cultivator was a little stunned and speechless for a while, and the sword in his hand gradually drooped.

The young Hu Lu stood there silently, his eyes a little moist, but he also laughed softly.

"Senior Brother Huaimin."

This is a name that really has been around for a long time in my youth.

Huaimin went to Daze and never came back, only the sleepless sword was brought back to the Sword Sect by Jiang Ye all the way through Daze and Gaoshan.

Although later, the sword wound in Hu Lu's heart came from the sword in the hands of this senior brother - the young man under the umbrella simply drew his sword by the river, and then stabbed it into the young man's heart.

Huaimin stood there in a daze, this sword cultivator who was known as Huaimin had not slept either, he should not have encountered such a thing, if he still played cards all night like he did back then.

It's just like the words that Jiang Ye used to deceive Gongzi Wubei.

Huaimin hasn't played cards for a long time.

So the Sword Sect walked around and ran into these two sword cultivators who seemed to have come over the wall, but in fact they had come over the years.

It was a long time before Huaimin whispered, "How old are you this year?" ”

"Fifteen, I'm fifteen years old this year, and I'm sixteen years old, senior brother."

Hu Lu said with tears in his smile.

Maybe Mao seventeen to eighteen.

Teenagers always grow up fast.