Puppies and cats, brothers and brothers, don't know what I'm thinking.

Zhang Xiaoyu waved his sword and walked very boringly in the wind and snow.

Why do you always feel that today's Sword Sect is a little weird?

This white-clothed sword cultivator looked around, but he saw a certain senior brother in the pavilion of the second pond in the snow, drinking tea very comfortably.

When the word tea appears, there is naturally no need to say who that person is.

Chen Huaifeng's tea was a little cold, but most of it was still not finished.

This tall senior brother just held a cup, sat on the edge of the pavilion, and quietly watched the snow that fell into the pool and disappeared.

"Senior brother, I know where your sword is."

Zhang Xiaoyu walked over with his sword dangling, looked at Chen Huaifeng very mysteriously, and then reached out and rubbed it, hehe smiled.

"Give me this, and I'll tell you."

Chen Huaifeng raised his eyes and glanced at Zhang Xiaoyu, just 'oh', and then lowered his head again, continued to hold Yoremi, and looked at the snow in the pool.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Chen Huaifeng with a strange expression.

Chen Huaifeng has naturally been out of the world for a long time, and this senior brother who looked at Nanyi City before Zhang Xiaoyu came has quieted down since he was young in the world.

It's just that the silence is obviously not the same as this dull mood.

This white-clothed sword cultivator has some interest, and he no longer cares about what swords are not swords, after all, at this time, he is not cheap.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you? Do you want to marry a daughter-in-law again? ”

Facts have proved that even if Zhang Xiaoyu didn't say that the sword is not a sword, this is extremely cheap.

Chen Huaifeng looked at Zhang Xiaoyu silently, and then raised his hand.

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and immediately shrank to the side.

This white-clothed sword cultivator made a mistake, but he also became serious, and hugged his sword and went back again.

"So what's going on?"

Chen Huaifeng shook his head and said silently: "It's nothing, it's just that your senior brother Huaimin had a dream, which makes me a little puzzled." ”

"What dream? Let me Zhang Xiaoyu interpret your dream for you, the fee is reasonable and fair, and you can pay a hundred yuan. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu pretended to roll up his sleeves, and was blown back by the wind and snow with goosebumps on his arms.

Chen Huaifeng looked at Zhang Xiaoyu silently, but he also told Huaimin's dream.

Zhang Xiaoyu stood aside and listened carefully, and then asked a question.

"Does Senior Brother Huaimin have a grandfather?"

“...... Forget it, you can stay where you want. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu laughed and said, "It's just a dream, I often have nightmares, and I am pressed by ghosts." ”

Chen Huaifeng looked at this junior brother seriously, and said: "That's because you are too nervous, junior brother, and you play cards all night every day, and your biological clock is chaotic, I recommend a tea ...... to you."

Chen Huaifeng was still talking there, but the white-clothed sword cultivator had already shook his sword and continued to walk towards the wind and snow.

"No, brother."

Zhang Xiaoyu waved his hand while walking in the snow, stopped on the trail again, and quietly looked at the few sparse footprints in the wind and snow.

"I know my situation."

It's just that in the latter sentence, Zhang Xiaoyu said it very slightly.

......

Puppies and cats, brothers and brothers, don't know what I'm thinking.

......

When he returned to the disciple's house, Hu Lu was roasting by the brazier.

This made Zhang Xiaoyu a little surprised.

"Why are you still here?"

Hu Lu said seriously: "Because I haven't found a suitable time yet." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't care, nodded, and said: "That's true, Hu Luwa is estimated to be in bed now, and she won't get up until the afternoon to go to the concierge to play cards, and you can go to block him on the road when the time comes, and make him scared." ”

“..... Okay brother. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu waved his hand casually, carried the sword behind him, and then searched around the small building.

Hu Lu looked at Zhang Xiaoyu curiously and asked, "What is Senior Brother doing?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu listened to the sound while shaking the wooden box in his hand, and said: "It's winter, it's too boring, find some money to play cards." ”

Hu Lu was silent.

Zhang Xiaoyu searched inside and out, turned the building into a mess, and then sighed.

"Forget it, let's go and see if Su Guang's kid has gotten any money."

This white-clothed sword cultivator headed outside.

Hu Lu stood up, ran to the door, and watched Zhang Xiaoyu really walk away in the wind and snow, but he also muttered a little.

Could it be that the senior brother was really just playing cards at the beginning?

Hu Lu hesitated for a while, and then covered the charcoal fire in the brazier with ashes, otherwise it would be a fire when the time came, and it would not be good to burn it for the Sword Sect.

The boy checked it out, then picked up his umbrella and followed.

Although he couldn't see the figure of the white-clothed sword cultivator in the wind and snow, Hu Lu also knew very well where Zhang Xiaoyu would go.

He did not follow the footprints on the ground, but went around the forest beside him.

When I walked to the small door at the back of the Sanchi Garden, the door was open, swaying slightly in the snow, and the white-clothed sword cultivator had probably just started to walk out from here.

Hu Lu leaned over and didn't follow out immediately, but listened very carefully with his ears pricked up there, and sure enough, he heard Zhang Xiaoyu's voice.

“.... Two sugar and oil poops, come back later to check out....."

Hu Lu was silent, but he felt that it should be so.

I waited for a long time, until I heard the sound of the snow creaking away, and Hu Lu poked his head out of the Sword Sect.

Zhang Xiaoyu was eating sugar and oil poop very contentedly on the trail, and licked his fingers from time to time.

The sugar and oil stall was in that alley, like a haystack in the snow, exuding a very warm heat.

Hu Lu also wanted to eat a sugar and oil poop - after all, later, outside the Human Sword Sect, this old man who sold sugar and oil poop never appeared again.

It's like water disappearing into the water.

It was only because he was worried that there would be a lot of trouble in being recognized, so Hu Lu still stopped the idea, lowered the umbrella and hurriedly walked aside.

Walking out of the alley, Zhang Xiaoyu on the long street was looking around, most of the sugar and oil baba in his hand had been gnawed, and the rest was lying on his stomach in an oily paper bag, as mutilated as a newborn dog.

Hu Lu stood silently at the mouth of the alley and watched.

The white-clothed sword cultivator in the wind and snow finished eating the sugar and oil baba in his hand in two bites, and looked at the other one, but after thinking about it, he still held back and stuffed him into his arms, probably leaving it for Su Guang to eat.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked towards the Su Inn.

The reed waited there quietly.

About half an hour passed, and this sword cultivator and Su Guang walked out of the inn shoulder to shoulder, and walked towards a street of a certain archway in the north of the city.

Hu Lu hesitated a little, but still followed from a distance.

Zhang Xiaoyu and Su Guang entered a certain card hall, and there were people playing cards talking about teasing voices such as Zhang Diancang, you are here to send money again - such a voice can be heard almost every day in Nanyi City.

Hu Lu stood silently on the side of the street outside the archway, stopped quietly for a long time, and then turned around and left, heading towards the Human Sword Sect again.

Zhang Xiaoyu really just came out to play cards.

When Hu Lu returned to the Sword Sect, he happened to see a sneaky figure heading towards Zhang Xiaoyu's residence.

The boy stopped in the forest with an umbrella and watched from afar.

That's a suffoc.

The little boy was probably still curious about who Zhang Xiaoyu brought back yesterday, so he finally waited for Zhang Xiaoyu to go out to play cards, and then the dog touched it.

Do you want to meet him?

The boy stood in the woods and thought quietly.

If there is an opportunity, people probably want to meet their younger selves.

laughed at his own stupidity at that time, but he also envied the innocence at that time.

Hu Lu couldn't stop walking towards the small building.

After only a few steps, the reed stopped again.

What is there to say when you see it?

Hulu sighed, put away his umbrella, and then went back into the woods, and sat down with his back against a tree.

Probably just like Cheng Lu said, the young man's sword can't cut through the years.

So even if you say a lot of things, it's all in vain.

It's just that there is such a thing as fate, which is naturally difficult to guess.

Hu Lu sat there holding the folded umbrella as if holding a sword, but suddenly there was a very gentle footstep behind him.

The boy was stunned for a moment and turned back.

It was just a young man standing there with a sword on his back, and when the boy turned his head, the little boy's eyes suddenly opened wider and wider.

The two of them stared at each other in a daze.

It's been a long time, and the little boy whose imagination has not been constrained by the stories of the years asks a question.

"Are you my future me?"

An incomparably hasty feeling suddenly bombarded the young man's heart, as if all the blood had surged into his head, and the young man's thoughts went blank.

His face was red, his ears were red, the heat was unbearable, and in such a heavy snow in December, there was countless sweat on his forehead.

"No..... No. ”

The young man got up from the snow in a hurry, and ran towards the outside of the Human Sword Sect.

How could I be you?

Dear Hulu.

I am full of sin, and I have blood on my hand.

The boy ran away with tears streaming down his face.

Even at the beginning, he really had the mind to meet his past self.

It's just that when such an ignorant little boy really stands in front of him.

Hu Lu's psychological defense still collapsed in an instant.

He thought of the innocence and ignorance of the young man, which tempted him to have the idea of seeing him again, full of remembrance and sighing everything.

But they have forgotten their own sins.

Yes.

The most difficult thing to face in the world is probably the past self.

Do you get what you want?

In exchange for a heart of stone?

......

The little boy stood there scratching his head in confusion.

He couldn't understand why the man who looked like himself would run like a wild dog.

......

"About twenty years ago, I met Chen Yunxi in Qingtian Dao."

Bai Fengyu said very calmly.

Cheng Lu stood aside silently and said softly, "What did you say at that time?" ”

Bai Fengyu took a sip of wine and said lightly: "I didn't say anything." ”

This nearly 100-year-old old man who was dying raised his hand and pointed to the path on the tomb mountain.

"We stood at opposite ends of the mountain road, looking at each other for a long time, and neither of us said anything."

Bai Fengyu lowered his head and said, "But I gave way to him." ”

The old Taoist whispered.

"I gave way to that and let that white-haired sword cultivator walk to the Taoist temple that has gradually calmed down."

Cheng Lu was silent for a long time, and said softly, "Why did he appear in Qingtian Dao?" ”

Cheng Lu naturally didn't know the story of twenty years ago, at that time, he may still be somewhere in the world, like a young man in white sword cultivation, holding butterflies, playing with mud, or looking at the gorgeous pumpkin flowers on a certain green vine.

The old Taoist said softly: "I don't know, and I didn't ask, because I can see that in such a calm and indifferent eye of a sword cultivator, there is no gentle mercy like Cong Blade. ”

After the old Taoist was cut off by the Cong Blade, he no longer had the strength to compete forward.

Naturally, it is needless to say that he is facing such a mysterious and ancient sword cultivator.

Cheng Lu stood there silently.

The world has always thought that Chen Yunxi has always been in the Liuyun Sword Sect, but probably no one would have thought that such a white-haired sword cultivator had been to the Qingtian Dao once many years ago.

After a long time, this sword cultivator from the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect asked softly, "What about later, senior?" ”

Bai Fengyu narrowed his eyes, looked at the wind and snow for a long time, and then said softly: "I already wanted to leave Qingtian Dao at that time, but because of Chen Yunxi's sudden appearance, I stayed there for a long time. ”

The old Taoist took a sip of wine.

"But I didn't wait for him to come down."

"I don't know who he saw there or when he left."

Cheng Lu waited for a long time, but the old Taoist's account was gone.

It was a long time before Cheng Lu said softly: "No? ”

The old Taoist said calmly: "No." ”

Later, it was the story of the old Taoist who came to the south.

Cheng Lu stood there quietly for a long time, then saluted with his sword and said softly, "Thank you seniors." ”

Bai Fengyu just waved his hand, and the old Taoist sat in the wind and snow, drinking wine quietly, and looking at Nanyi City.

Cheng Lu turned around and walked down.

It's just that when I was parting, I heard Bai Fengyu add again.

"Among the people Chen Yunxi wanted to see back then, there should have been me."

Cheng Lu looked back at the Taoist on the top of the mountain.

Naturally, it is like this.

Otherwise, why did he meet such a white-haired sword cultivator on such a mountain road in such a green mountain when Bai Fengyu was about to go down the mountain?

It's just that everything is in the eye of the year.

Just like Bai Fengyu said.

Chen Yunxi's gaze was calm and indifferent.

Chen Yunxi in the long story, the young Chen Yunxi of the Tsing Yi era, his eyes are naturally gentle and soft.

No one knows how the story of the years has changed this sword cultivator.

Cheng Lu didn't say anything more, took the sword and saluted the old Taoist again, and then walked down the tomb mountain through the wind and snow.

Not long after Chen Huaifeng left, a white-clothed sword cultivator came here.

stood behind Bai Fengyu for a long time, looking at the world together.

The wind and snow are howling, but the world is peaceful.

It took a long time before Bai Fengyu turned his head, looked at the sword cultivator who was dressed in white and stood in the wind and snow, and said softly with a sigh: "How long will the predecessors live?" ”

Cong Blade chuckled softly and said, "You should have guessed that everything is going fast." ”

Bai Fengyu turned his head and looked at the world very sadly.

This old Taoist has long since lost the anger he showed in front of Chen Huaifeng, who came to the Human Sword Sect and was still a young man there.

On the contrary, when facing this sword cultivator who ruined his life, he was very calm.

Maybe the mood is still uneven.

It's just that at least he looks as calm as a peaceful lake.

The two of them stand quietly on the top of the tomb mountain, which is the scene in some of the years before all the stories begin.

"How do you know that I can give that Liuyun Sword Cultivator an answer?"

Bai Fengyu asked softly.

Cong Jian stood there for a long time, looked up at the Tonggui Monument in the wind and snow, and said calmly: "Because when my sword fell into your heart, I felt the peeping gaze of a certain sword cultivator. ”

This white-clothed sword cultivator may have always been wary of such a sword cultivator sitting in the flowing clouds.

He's already a very old man.

It's just that there are people who are older than him.

"It is naturally normal for a sword of cause and effect to be spied on."

Bai Fengyu seemed to be talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

Cong Jian said lightly: "He is a person from the Tsing Yi era, although you were born late, you should also know that the people of that era always have a lot of unexplained panic in their hearts." It's like the sentence that hasn't been said in the world for a long time, but still remembers - what if the Sword Saint goes crazy? ”

This was the biggest concern for everyone many years ago.

Even if Emperor Huai insisted on going his own way, he finally died on the banks of the Styx River in the Youhuang Mountain Range.

But if the Sword Saint Tsing Yi is crazy, there is nothing there can do in the world.

Bai Fengyu didn't say anything more, and neither did Cong Blade.

All the conversation came to an abrupt end here.

After a long time, the old Taoist drank all the wine brought to him by Liuyun Sword Cultivator, and then abandoned the wine jar and headed towards the blue monument on the tomb mountain.

He was only halfway away, but he looked back at the white-clothed sword cultivator who had been standing on the top of the mountain and looking at the wind and snow Nanyi City for a long time.

"Do you regret giving away that sword in the first place?"

Cong Jian smiled softly, and then said: "Naturally regret it, in terms of the Great Dao, your talent is something very beautiful in the world, and you can tear up some beauty with your own hands, and anyone will feel sad." ”

The white-clothed sword cultivator said slowly, then stopped smiling and said calmly, "I'm just sorry, I had to do this back then." ”

"Don't ask whether it's right or wrong?"

"It doesn't matter if it's right or wrong."

Bai Fengyu listened to Cong Blade's extremely calm answer, and then said softly: "Do you think the Human Sword Sect must be right?" ”

Cong Blade said calmly: "Of course not. ”

The white-clothed sword cultivator on the top of the mountain said, turned his head, and looked at the old Taoist beside the monument for a long time.

"Such a place has been deposited for too long in the years, and many things have become deep-rooted and stubborn diseases. They are, and so am I....."

Cong Blade didn't continue.

But Bai Fengyu had already understood what he meant.