Hu Lu silently followed Zhang Xiaoyu on the path of the Sword Sect's garden.

The fifteen-year-old boy looked at the figure of the white-clothed sword cultivator in front of him, although it was completely different from the Zhang Xiaoyu later, but Hu Lu also knew it very well in his heart - this was not a long-term story.

It's as if everything changes in a flash.

At the same time, Hu Lu couldn't help but wonder, what did his master see in this December?

The young man looked at the white-clothed figure in the snow in front of him in a daze, and always felt that the two seemed to overlap in the faint sense.

It's just that it's not the two white clothes that overlap.

It's Hu Lu and Zhang Xiaoyu.

The white-clothed sword cultivator in front of him suddenly stopped, and Hu Lu, who was distracted, hit him head-on.

Zhang Xiaoyu covered the back of his neck with some pain, probably hit by an umbrella, and some snow fell into it, trembling all over, while turning his head and grinning at the young man behind him.

Hu Lu didn't mean it this time, but looked at Zhang Xiaoyu's expression, but subconsciously apologized as if he was frightened.

"I'm sorry brother, I didn't pay attention, I'm sorry to ....."

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the young man helplessly, and then sighed and said, "It's here." ”

Hu Lu realized that the two of them had unconsciously passed through the corridors of the three ponds and stopped in front of Zhang Xiaoyu's residence.

Zhang Xiaoyu trembled and walked in.

The boy took the umbrella and stood at the door pretending to be curious, patting the snow on one side and looking inside.

The white-clothed sword cultivator stood in the middle of the building, looked back at the young man and was about to say something, but suddenly remembered something, ran upstairs, and after a long while, he hurriedly ran down.

Hu Lu looked at Zhang Xiaoyu with a strange expression, and then asked hesitantly, "Senior brother..... What did you just do? ”

Zhang Xiaoyu said without changing his face: "It's nothing, I suddenly remembered that there were clothes confiscated." ”

Hu Lu stood there suspiciously, but did not ask anything.

There are naturally many rooms on the first and second floors, Zhang Xiaoyu asked Hu Lu whether he wanted to live downstairs or upstairs, Hu Lu hesitated a little, or chose downstairs, after all, Zhang Xiaoyu lived upstairs, Hu Lu was worried that he would show his stuffing.

Although this white-clothed sword cultivator didn't look very reliable, he still seriously helped Hu Lu clean up the room and lay out the futon, Hu Lu stood at the door, silently looking at the young man who was seriously twisting the corners of the quilt.

Zhang Xiaoyu is naturally not a young master who has clothes to stretch out his hand to eat.

Even if he wrote in his diary that he wanted to be a person who made his junior brother get something for nothing, but except for deliberately teasing Hu Lu sometimes, he never really did such a shameful thing.

If there was a woman in white in front of him, that Hu Lu would probably think like this - how could he go outside and always do things that bring disaster to the country and the people?

It's a pity that Zhang Xiaoyu is not.

This is the junior brother in the Sword Sect, the senior brother of many sword cultivators in the south.

When Zhang Xiaoyu turned around, he saw Hu Lu looking at him with a very strange look.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhang Xiaoyu looked himself up and down, but unfortunately he didn't see anything strange.

Hu Lu came back to his senses and said very sincerely: "I was just thinking that Senior Brother is such a powerful sword cultivator, and he can actually lay his own quilt." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu nodded thoughtfully, but then said very proudly: "That's nature, who am I, Zhang Xiaoyu, the world's three swords, is not a lot of talent, how can it be said?" ”

The white-clothed sword correction was boasting about himself, and suddenly he heard the voice of a young man outside.

Zhang Xiaoyu's face changed, and he lowered his voice and looked at Hu Lu and said, "You find a place to hide first, and I'll go see what's going on?" ”

Hu Lu also looked around a little nervously, and then ran to a cabinet and hid.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked out of the small building.

"Hey, Huluwa, are you here to bring me food? How do you know that my brother is about to faint from hunger? ”

Hu Lu silently hid there, listening to the conversation outside.

"No, Senior Brother Xiaoyu, you're still starving to death. No, why would you want to change the subject? ”

"Huh? I've changed the subject. ”

"You still want to quibble, I just saw with my own eyes, senior brother, you are coming this way with a short-haired girl."

Hu Lu hid in the cabinet and subconsciously touched his hair.

It turns out that a long-haired boy can be a short-haired girl.

Zhang Xiaoyu was probably also speechless, but the matter of 'courgette' was not easy to say, and some yellow mud fell off his crotch for a while.

It was only after a long silence that Hu Lu heard Zhang Xiaoyu say angrily: "Go, go, what nonsense?" ”

"I'm not talking nonsense, I saw it with my own eyes, tell me, who is that girl? Otherwise, I'm going to tell Master. ”

"Go, go, you just go and tell the ancestor, I don't have an opinion."

"Then I'm really going!"

The boy was probably really walking in the snow.

Hu Lu, who was hiding in the cupboard, heard some creaks of snow.

"Hahahaha, you go."

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled indifferently.

It's just that soon the white-clothed sword cultivator couldn't laugh.

"Fuck, where the fuck are you going?"

Hu Lu was startled, thinking that the little boy was going to rush in, but when he heard Zhang Xiaoyu's annoyed and angry voice, he also realized what the little boy in the snow outside the building was going to do.

"Huluwa, stop for me, is Yichi in that direction?"

The young man's very sincere voice came in from the wind and snow.

"No, I just suddenly remembered that I should go tell Sister Qinghua."

Hu Lu could think of the innocent and sincere look on the little boy's face.

Although this is not a plot in the past story, Hu Lu also knows very well what he would have done at the beginning.

No matter how much the white-clothed sword cultivator denied that he didn't like the woman named Li Qinghua.

It's just that probably all the disciples of the Sword Sect have seen the smile in Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes when he met the woman in the blue and white dress.

Hu Lu was still thinking nonsense, but there were two sounds of snow stepping farther and farther away from the door.

Zhang Xiaoyu probably chased after Xiao Hulu.

Hu Lu hid for a while, and then walked out of it, walked to the door and looked around for a while, the two figures in the wind and snow were chasing towards the back door of Michi.

Hu Lu hesitated for a moment, then turned and headed upstairs.

The main hall on the second floor is very wide, with a bed in the middle, facing such an open door, the wind and snow outside the door are howling, but it does not blow in, there is a stove at the door, but there is no heat, it is very deserted there, the last time it was lit I don't know when, after all, most of the time, this white-clothed sword cultivator will go to his inn with Su Guang to live, and do some chores to make a little money by the way.

There are also some mahjong scattered around, Hu Lu looked at those red, but suddenly understood why the senior brothers often played and found that there were few cards.

Hu Lu was very cautious and ran to the wind corridor on the second floor to take a look, and made sure that the two had gone away, so he carefully searched around the second floor, trying to find something suspicious.

After all, Zhang Xiaoyu's previous trip to the stairs in a hurry was a very strange thing in itself.

What is it that needs to be hidden and not seen?

It's a pity that Hu Lu has been found at night, and he hasn't found anything that looks a little strange, because he was worried about being caught by Zhang Xiaoyu, although the young man was a little unwilling, he still returned to the first floor.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't come back for a long time, so Hu Lu rummaged in the room on the first floor for a while, found a stove and some charcoal, and was thinking about how to make it burn there, Zhang Xiaoyu walked in from outside the building with a body of wind, snow and cold, and took out some skewers wrapped in oiled paper and still hot from his arms.

"I forgot you were going to have a fire."

Zhang Xiaoyu patted his head and said, walked over, stuffed those skewers into Hu Lu, lit a sword fire, ignited a piece of charcoal, and then threw it into the stove.

Hu Lu looked at the skewers in his hand, swallowed his saliva, but still took a big bite, and looked at the white-clothed sword cultivator who was fiddling with the stove with some vagueness and said, "Senior brother, isn't there no money?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu looked up at Hu Lu a little strangely.

"How do you know I'm out of money?"

Hu Lu was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was not Hu Lu now, but Hu Gu, thought about it, and said very seriously: "Senior brother said it himself-you can look down on me Zhang Xiaoyu is poor." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu nodded thoughtfully, and then continued to blow charcoal there—although the sword fire could ignite all the charcoal, it just burned too fast like that, and it burned out at once.

"I just caught that cousin, picked him up, and took out a bag of money, just in time to catch you and wash the dust."

“......”

Hu Lu looked at the fat and oily skewers in his hands melancholy, so in fact, the wool still came out of the sheep.

Zhang Xiaoyu lit the stove, pushed the stove towards Hulu, turned around and closed the door, opened some windows, and then asked casually, "You didn't go upstairs, did you?" ”

Hu Lu looked at the white-clothed sword cultivator who was opening the window, and said with a little weakness: "No." ”

Probably in order to make himself look more justified, Hu Lu looked at the white-clothed sword cultivator and asked rhetorically, "Senior brother, is there anything unsightly?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu stood by the window and tilted his head to look at the snowy night outside, then smiled softly and said, "No." ”

Hu Lu didn't say anything, just looked at the back of the sword cultivator for a long time.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at it for a while, then turned around with a yawn.

"I played cards last night until this afternoon, I'm sleepy, I'll go to sleep first, if you need any help, just stand at the top of the stairs and call me-um.... It should be a wake-up call. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu himself was probably not very sure, so he hesitated.

Hu Lu didn't say anything, just nodded.

"Okay, senior brother."

Zhang Xiaoyu yawned and shook his head and walked upstairs.

Hu Lu sat there quietly, grilling the stove and eating skewers.

On the eighth day of December in the year 1,002, there was nothing to grief about the hulus.

......

Cheng Lu looked at the sword cultivator who came over very lazily in the snow of the night.

It took a long time, and it wasn't until Cong Blade had already walked in front of him that Cheng Lu reacted and saluted with his sword.

"Cheng Lu has seen Uncle Shi."

Cong Jian just waved his hand casually, and then passed by Cheng Lu and walked towards the edge of the tree house.

Cheng Lu turned around with Cong Blade's figure.

I saw that the white-clothed big sword cultivator walked all the way through the wind and snow path, stopped at the swing under the tree house, and then tilted his head to carefully look at the two quiet swing vines in the wind and snow.

Although it looked a little like a tree vine, it was probably just a layer of vines wrapped around the rope.

Cong Jian kept looking at it for a long time, and Cheng Lu asked a little strangely, "What is Uncle Shi doing?" ”

Jian Xiu next to the swing said very sincerely: "Isn't Cong Xin's swing broken?" ”

As he spoke, the sword cultivator reached out and grabbed a swing vine, and then ripped it off very rudely - at least in Cheng Lu's opinion.

So the swing hung down crookedly, swaying, and the peach blossoms and snow on it were sprinkled on the ground.

Then Cong Blade took out the rope that he had obtained on credit in Nanyi City from his arms, and tied the swing there very seriously.

Cheng Lu stood there silently and watched.

This is probably a picture of the Sword Sect that can only be seen in Lingnan and Nanyi City.

After all, the Liuyun Sword Sect really couldn't see such a down-to-earth scene.

It was probably the previous swing that alarmed the peach demon in the treehouse, and a little girl suddenly climbed up to the fire-lit window of the treehouse.

Cong Xin lay there angrily and looked at Cong Blade next to the swing.

"What are you doing old thing?"

Cong Blade smiled lightly.

"It's nothing, your swing was crushed by the snow, change the rope for you."

"Crushed by snow?"

Cong Xin looked at the broken body next to the swing with some suspicion, the fracture was very rough, and it looked like it was indeed broken under heavy pressure.

The little girl's anger dissipated somewhat.

Cheng Lu probably understood why Cong Blade, as the third sword in the world, chose to tear off the swing vine so rudely.

Sword intent is certainly a good thing to cut off everything.

It's just that.

What is reasonable is the best.

"Is there so much snow this year?"

Cong Xin was still a little skeptical.

Cong Blade tied the knot vigorously, and said with a soft smile: "Sometimes something breaks, and naturally there is no need for much force from the outside world. ”

The sword cultivator paused for a moment, and then continued to tie the second circle of dead knots.

"Old things are naturally easy to break, and your rope has been used for many years."

Cong Xin looked up thoughtfully at the snow at the intersection of twilight.

"It seems that yes, the last time it was Chen Huaifeng who helped me change it when he was young."

Cong Jian smiled, pulled the knot tightly, then took two steps back, looked carefully for a while, and then looked back at Cheng Lu and said, "Do you think it's right?" ”

Cheng Lu stood silently in the snow, looking at the swing that was swaying slightly.

After a long time, this Liuyun Sword Cultivator said softly, "The snow is too big, I can't see clearly. ”

Cong Blade smiled and said, "Indeed, so only when you sit on it can you know if it is right or not." ”

This sword cultivator raised his head as he spoke, looked at Cong Xin who was lying by the window and said, "When the snow is smaller, you can give it a try, if it is crooked, I will get it for you again." ”

Cong Xin had been looking at the Liuyun Sword Cultivator who suddenly appeared in the Sword Sect for some reason, and it wasn't until Cong Jian looked up at her that the little girl nodded.

"Okay."

Cong Xin retracted into the treehouse.

Cong Blade looked up at the treehouse for a long time, and then turned around, patted Cheng Lu's shoulder, and walked towards a pool.

Cheng Lu followed quietly.

looked at the white-clothed sword cultivator who was walking in the snow in front of him very calmly.

Cheng Lu hesitated for a long time, and then said softly: "So Uncle Shi left the Human Sword Sect before, but it was actually just to take a look at me and Hu Lu?" ”

Cong Blade smiled noncommittally in front of him, but he asked the same question as Huaimin.

"How old is Hulu this year?"

Cheng Lu said softly: "Fifteen years old." ”

Cong Blade chuckled softly in front of him, probably very emotional.

"Fifteen!"

There was no follow-up, as if it was just a sigh that the boy was fifteen years old.

It was as if he was lamenting that the boy was only fifteen years old.

A pond is still full of peach blossoms, with a spring appearance, but occasionally some fine snow is flying.

Cong Blade stopped at the edge of the pool, looked up at the dusty snow, and then whispered, "This snow is because of your arrival. ”

The peach blossoms of the Sword Sect are scorching and undefeated, even if they die in autumn and winter, they can't affect it in the slightest, this is something that everyone in the world knows.

In such a pond of the Sword Sect Garden, there was some fine snow, which was naturally a strange thing.

But Cheng Lu knew that this was not the reason why Cong Jian knew that someone had come through the years.

Before coming to the first thousand and two years, this sword cultivator had been in a pond.

Since the death of the white-clothed sword cultivator in front of him, such a garden pool is no longer an inaccessible place for wind, thunder, rain and snow.

So what is cause and what is effect, Cheng Lu probably understands.

This sword cultivator of the Liuyun Sword Sect didn't speak, just stood there quietly.

Cong Jian hung his hands, quietly, and stood by the pool empty-handed, looking at the peach blossoms and the fine snow.

It took a long time before the Sect Master of the Human Sword Sect, one of the three swords in the world, turned around, and there was a lonely smile on his face.

Just looked at Cheng Lu, who was standing there very silently with some wind and snow on his shoulders, and smiled.

Cheng Lu subconsciously wanted to avoid the gaze of such a sword cultivator, so he looked down at the slush footprints that he had brought into the trail.

Cong Blade laughed for a long time, then asked a question.

"When did I die?"

After Huaimin sent Cheng Lu away, he realized such a problem.

It is naturally impossible not to understand Cong Blade, which is known as the sword of cause and effect.

Perhaps when Cheng Lu's shoulders carried the first touch of snow in such an ancient city for the first time, Cong Jian already knew a lot of things.

Cheng Lu was silent for a long time, raised his head, and looked at this sword cultivator a thousand years ago for a long, deep, and somewhat sad time.

"One thousand and four years of the Great Wind Calendar, the fifth day of the third month."