Hu Lu thought that he might meet Chen Huaifeng who drank tea, Cong Xin who watched the snow, and Zhang Xiaoyu who tried to turn over some money dropped by a certain senior brother in the snow, but he never thought that he would meet Huaimin.

If there was no previous story of the rat and mouse by the river, the young man might have seriously persuaded this senior brother not to enter the deep place of Daze after the beginning of spring next year.

It's just that as Cheng Lu said, the sword of the young man in the Wenfeng Realm can't cut through the moat of time.

So Hu Lu didn't say anything, just seriously told this senior brother how old he was this year.

Huaimin was silent for a while, looked at Cheng Lu on the side, and said slowly: "So you are about to pass the age of not deceiving the world." ”

"Yes."

The three of them fell silent in the snow in the Sword Sect's garden.

It was a long time before Huaimin put the Sleepless Sword into his sheath, looked at the two of them and whispered, "Although I don't know why you are here....."

This sword cultivator raised his head and looked at the sword sect's heavy snow.

"But it's not easy to come to the Sword Sect or the human world in the future."

Hu Lu was silent for a while, and said softly, "How does Senior Brother know?" ”

Huaimin said calmly: "If a person is doing well, will he want to go back to the past and see?" ”

The world looks back on the past, although it is always the unbearable years first, and then the twilight like quicksand, and the moonlight like flowing water.

But if you can go back, no one wants to go back to the unbearable years.

Cheng Lu and Hu Lu were silent.

This is, of course, sincere, to the point.

Huaimin silently walked to the edge of the snow forest with his sword, stood and watched for a long time, and then turned his head to look at the two of them, and said very calmly: "What are you looking for when you come back?" ”

Hu Lu looked at Cheng Lu on the side.

The latter didn't explain, but said softly: "Senior brother can help us?" ”

Huaimin looked at Cheng Lu quietly for a long time, and then said softly, "Yes." ”

......

Zhang Xiaoyu was indeed wielding his sword indiscriminately in the snow.

What if a leaf is cut off, and a lot of money is dropped?

Of course, money didn't come out of thin air, so Zhang Xiaoyu imagined that if Chen Huaifeng had a lot of money and didn't have a place to put it, he hid it in a tree, so he happened to be beaten down.

So Zhang Xiaoyu was as happy as a well-fed fish in a stream, holding on to the grass and spitting bubbles, and dangling away with a flick of his tail.

Unfortunately, it didn't.

So Zhang Xiaoyu sighed, and rowed wildly in the snow with his sword, hoping to hear some

It's a crisp sound.

So Zhang Xiaoyu really heard a very crisp voice.

This made this impoverished sword cultivator's eyes instantly brighten and his eyebrows brightened.

As soon as he threw away the sword in his hand, he lay down in the snow, raised his hand and carefully picked up the snow.

It's just that when he saw something in the snow, Zhang Xiaoyu's expression instantly became melancholy.

Fuck, which brother's sword doesn't look good and is littered everywhere?

Zhang Xiaoyu took the sword out of the snow with a bitter face and glanced at the sword.

Good guys, goji berries.

Chen Huaifeng's sword.

This senior brother has cultivated himself into the devil, and he doesn't know where the sword has gone, and he has entered the avenue and entered a fart!

Zhang Xiaoyu was very helpless and threw the sword on the side of the garden rock, picked up his sword and continued to walk forward.

Winter is really bad, and there is no money!

Zhang Xiaoyu was stunned as he walked, and saw that on the windy and snowy garden road ahead, Senior Brother Huaimin was holding an umbrella and standing there with a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.

This white-clothed young sword cultivator was very puzzled.

How did such a teenager come from in the Sword Sect?

Could it be the son of Senior Brother Huaimin who was secretly born in the world?

It doesn't look like it's old.

Zhang Xiaoyu was very puzzled, so he walked forward, and before he could see what the young man who looked like a melon skin in the snow looked like, he heard Senior Brother Huaimin talking there.

"Zhang Xiaoyu, this is Hu Gu, a distant cousin of Hu Lu, I plan to surprise Hu Lu tomorrow, it just so happens that there is still a room in your small building, so I will stay there for one night."

Zhang Xiaoyu was also shocked when he saw the young man's face clearly, but he also took it for granted.

is worthy of a family, even if it is a distant cousin, they look so similar!

Zhang Xiaoyu was amazed, and naturally he didn't refuse, just walked up with a smile, raised his head and rubbed the young man's head.

"Ah, courgette, it's really melon skin, hahahaha."

Hu Lu stood silently under Huaimin's umbrella, wanting to punch this bastard, but in the end he endured it.

Raising his head and pretending to be dumbfounded, he looked at Zhang Xiaoyu and said, "Little.... Hello Senior Brother Zhang. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu was stunned, took a deep breath, and said: "Good guy, this is the first time someone has called me Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Zhang is Senior Brother Zhang, looking down on me Zhang Xiaoyu is poor, it's okay to call me Xiao Zhang, what the hell is Senior Brother Zhang?" ”

Huaimin raised his hand and gave Zhang Xiaoyu a skull.

"Don't talk nonsense, if you go out to play cards tonight, take Hulu with you now.... Melon went to clean up the room for him. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled, took his hand off the gourd skin of Hu Lu, looked at the young man and said, "Then you come with me." ”

Hu Lu took the umbrella from Huaimin and nodded very honestly.

"Okay, Xiao Zhang."

“.......”

Zhang Xiaoyu was silent, walking with a sword in the snow, and said helplessly.

"Why are you as stupid as your cousin? It's just this time, call me Xiao Zhang next time, and I'll sell it to you for money. ”

"Oh, okay, Senior Brother Zhang."

“......”

......

It wasn't until the two of them walked away that Cheng Lu, who was holding the sword of Hulu, walked out of a garden path somewhere.

Huaimin stood there quietly and said softly, "Although Senior Brother Xiaoyu is a little mysterious, there shouldn't be any problems. ”

Cheng Lu just looked at it quietly for a while, and then said softly: "It's just a look, after all, Senior Brother Zhang is from the view of mountains and rivers." ”

Of course, this Liuyun Sword Cultivator didn't say anything.

Huaimin nodded, then looked at this black-clothed sword cultivator, and said slowly, "What about you?" ”

Cheng Lu stood silently in the intense evening snow, and after a long time, he said softly: "I'm going to see the senior of Cong Blade." ”

Huaimin naturally knew what this meant, smiled slightly, and said, "I'll take you there, Master went out before, and now he should be coming back soon." ”

The two of them walked between the Sword Sect, and in order not to cause any big trouble, they naturally needed to have a suitable identity.

For example, a fifteen-year-old Hulu is a distant relative of a thirteen-year-old Hulu.

Then Cheng Lu could have been invited by Huaimin to the Human Sword Sect.

Cheng Lu looked at this Sword Sect senior brother who was smiling in the twilight snow for a long time, and then sighed and said, "I don't want to say anything to Senior Brother, Senior Brother is really not afraid that we are here to do bad things?" ”

Huaimin said very sincerely: "The Sword Sect has nothing, only us sword cultivators, what misdeeds can the junior disciples do?" ”

Of course, there is another very important reason, which Huaimin did not say.

A Cong Blade, one of the three swords in the world that was not injured, was in the Sword Sect, even if it was Kamigawa, he would not think of coming here to do anything wrong.

Cheng Lu was speechless.

Huaimin walked in the direction of a pool in the wind and snow, and Cheng Lu also followed.

But fortunately, the winter snow is majestic, some people like to nest by the fireside to eat hot pot, and some people like to nest by the fireside to play mahjong.

Both are naturally very pleasant things.

So except for people like Huaimin who have learned hard and quit playing cards, or people like Zhang Xiaoyu who have lost everything, there is no one else who will walk around in the Sword Sect.

The two of them walked all the way from Erchi, but they didn't meet any other Sword Sect disciples.

It saves a lot of trouble.

Although Cheng Lu's arrival can be said to be invited by Huaimin, it is only a few subtle changes in appearance and form, and the realm that should have been the Seven Realms has become the Eight Realms, which are naturally some things that need to be explained.

Cheng Lu naturally has a corresponding rhetoric.

After all, as the younger generation, there are three swords in the world.

Of course, Cheng Lu can't really be the Seven Realms.

He can say that he is not a sports student and does not plan to precipitate, so he breaks through the realm and looks at the scenery from above.

The two of them walked all the way to the vicinity of a pond, when it snowed heavily, even if it was Cong Xin, naturally he would not swing there, originally Cheng Lu was still a little worried about needing to explain to the Sword Sect Peach Demon, but he saw that there were no footprints on the path leading to the tree house, and the swing was also empty except for the snow, so he was relieved.

Huaimin sent Cheng Lu to a pool before stopping.

"Master should be out."

Although there is heavy snow in the world, there is only some occasional falling snow in a pool, which is lined with peach blossoms, but it is quite quiet, and there is no figure of a sword cultivator sleeping on the stream bridge.

Huaimin retracted his gaze, looked at Cheng Lu and said, "You can wait here for a while." ”

Cheng Lu took the sword and saluted, looked at Huaimin very sincerely and said, "Thank you, senior brother." ”

Huaimin smiled and said, "It's just a trivial matter. ”

After this sword cultivator finished speaking, he simply left in the snow with a negative sword.

Cheng Lu took a deep breath and waited very quietly in a pool of fine snow peach blossoms.

......

Chen Huaifeng was holding a cup of freshly brewed wolfberry tea, walking all the way, and when he saw those footprints on the ground, it was a little strange.

After all, in the winter of the Sword Sect, they often play cards quietly, and naturally few people walk through the Sword Sect at this time.

The footprints were towards a pool.

Chen Huaifeng brought the wolfberry tea to his lips and took a sip, snorted hot, and looked at it for a long time with some doubts.

It's just that this sword cultivator, who is keen on health preservation, didn't go that way.

After all, in the Sword Sect, naturally nothing big could happen.

And since Zhang Xiaoyu took his place, this senior brother has become more and more leisurely and lazy, either drinking tea and walking, or drinking tea to watch the junior brothers play cards.

It's just that Chen Huaifeng obviously didn't want to watch the cards play today, so he walked towards the quieter Erchi.

The sword flat of the second pond was buried by the wind and snow.

Everyone is too lazy to practice swords, not to mention the little boy Hulu.

Chen Huaifeng was a little ashamed, after all, he hadn't practiced swords for a long time, although he was still practicing, but in an era when kendo was still the sword in his hand even though it had come out of the retro sword school, it was naturally not good for a sword cultivator to only practice and not practice swords.

When Chen Huaifeng passed by Jianping, he thought about whether he would wait for himself to finish drinking this cup of tea and go to practice swordsmanship?

It's just that when I reached out to touch the back, I felt empty, and then I remembered that I didn't know where to lose my sword.

Anyway, the snow is too heavy today, so I'll practice again tomorrow.

Chen Huaifeng persuaded himself, so he continued to hold the cup of wolfberry tea steaming in the snow and walked towards the depths of Erchi Jianping.

Just walking, Chen Huaifeng's expression became a little strange.

This tall Sword Sect disciple held the wolfberry teacup and looked towards a certain sword flat in the extreme depths of the Erchi Garden.

I saw a disciple of the Sword Sect standing in the wind and snow with a sword, and the sword in his hand was constantly flowing cold light in the twilight snow with the change of body shape.

It is like the cold moon breaking through the light clouds, and the clear light moves the Pinghu.

When it snows heavily, a disciple who practices swords in the sword flat is naturally extremely rare.

What's more, this person is also confined to the Nine Realms and cannot advance an inch.

This is, of course, the more bizarre thing.

If it is Jiang Hehai or Zhang Xiaoyu in Jianping, it is naturally understandable.

The former has also passed his youth in the world, but he is still in the Seven Realms, while the latter is still young, but there is a lot of pressure on his shoulders.

So what is the reason for Huaimin?

Chen Huaifeng stood there silently drinking tea and watched quietly for a long time.

Huaimin on the sword flat had been practicing the sword for a long time, and finally stopped, quietly looked at the sword in front of him, shook off the snow chips on the sword body, and sent the sword into the sheath, and then turned to look at Chen Huaifeng, who was drinking tea on the other side of the sword flat.

"When did Senior Brother come?"

Huaimin was probably too engrossed, so he didn't know when Chen Huaifeng appeared here.

Chen Huaifeng walked towards the pavilion used to rest on the side, looking at the wolfberry tea that was about to bottom out in the cup.

"About a quarter of an hour ago."

Huaimin didn't say anything, just held the scabbard and stood quietly in the snow.

Chen Huaifeng looked at the junior brother in the snow very strangely, thought for a while, and asked, "Senior brother seems to have something on his mind?" ”

Huaimin was silent for a moment, and then said softly, "Yes." ”

Chen Huaifeng looked at Huaimin quietly and didn't say anything.

Huaimin raised his head, quietly looked at the twilight snow, and then said slowly: "When I was resting in the pavilion, I suddenly had a dream. ”

Chen Huaifeng took a sip of tea and said, "What dream? ”

Huaimin said softly: "A very bizarre dream, in the dream I went back to my childhood, staying in the yard of my house, where I sharpened my wooden sword, and there was a howling snow outside the door, and suddenly an uninvited guest broke in, saying that he wanted to ask my grandfather some questions. ”

When Chen Huaifeng heard this, he said with some puzzlement: "What's so strange about such a dream? ”

Huaimin lowered his head and looked at the sword flat of the Sword Sect in the world and the very peaceful gardens in the heavy snow.

"If it's just like this, of course it's not bizarre enough, what is bizarre is that that person is myself who has become a sword cultivator of the Human Sword Sect."

Chen Huaifeng imagined that kind of picture.

A child was sitting in the courtyard during the heavy snowfall, sharpening his sword very seriously and dreaming of sword cultivation, and suddenly he who had become a sword cultivator pushed open the door and broke in.

Chen Huaifeng narrowed his eyes, as if he had also seen such an endless wind and snow brought in by a sword cultivator who hurriedly came and pushed the door in.

"And then?"

Huaimin was silent for a long time, then looked at his senior brother and said, "Then I asked him a question, and I said why didn't you ask at that time, but run back and ask?" ”

He didn't answer, just looked at me very quietly, with a subtle gaze.

Huaimin smiled softly, turned his head, turned his back to the pavilion, and stood very lonely in the wind and snow sword flat.

"After thinking about it for a long time, I understood."

"Because there was nothing left to ask then, my grandfather was dead."

Chen Huaifeng also realized the existence of such a thing as if he was waking up from a dream, and held the wolfberry cup that was already cold in his hand for a long time.

It's just that this tall senior brother rarely used his brain to think about it for a long time, and he still didn't understand why Huaimin had such a dream.

"So he asked something?"

Huaimin walked slowly with his sword on the windy and snowy path.

"I don't remember."

Or rather.

It doesn't matter if you remember it or not.

For the child in the courtyard who sat on the sword and dreamed of a beautiful dream, the answer to such a story was that one day in the future, his grandfather would have died.

And that kind of death is not far away.

It's just fifteen years old.

Chen Huaifeng sat in the Wind and Snow Pavilion with a teacup in his arms a little dazed, looking at the sword cultivator who seemed to be walking away with a lonely sword cultivator who couldn't break free from his dream, and he didn't know what it meant.

......

Naturally, Huaimin realized many things.

It's just that.

The sword of the beard cannot cut through the moat of time.

The same is true of Cheng Lu's.

Although this young man is known as one of the three swords of youth, he has not really untied those shackles and stepped into the realm of the Great Dao after all.

Cheng Lu stood quietly in a pool, looking at the peach blossoms for a long time, I don't know why, I always feel that something seems wrong.

It's just that maybe he had to face such a sword cultivator and asked a lot of things, which made Cheng Lu's heart a little apprehensive, and he was a little dazed for a while.

Until a certain moment, this sword cultivator looked at a certain piece of peach blossom that fell in the pool in front of him with some fine snow.

This sword cultivator's eyes suddenly widened, and he stood in a daze for a long time, and then turned around and walked towards a pool away.

Cheng Lu stood at the door of a pool, looking at the path leading to the tree house, the road was clean and clean, and there were no footprints.

And the swing under the tree house is also hanging on the branches, carrying the peach blossom snow on such a southern winter.

Yes.

The swing in the heart of the bush was certainly not broken by the snow.

That Sword Sect Peach Demon may be sleeping quietly in the treehouse with the stove roasting.

Such a story comes from Hu Lu's memory.

When the young boy was eating the food that he hadn't taken away, a white-clothed sword cultivator walked out, and then said that Congxin's swing was broken.

Even now, Hulu still believes with great sincerity that on December 8, 102 in the year of the Great Wind Calendar.

Cong Xin's swing is broken.

Cheng Lu seemed to suddenly understand something, and turned around in a daze.

A white-clothed sword correction walked lazily on the windswept garden path.

Of course, the sword of the bush blade can cut through the years.