Cheng Lu quietly walked through the long snowy streets of Nanyi City, and returned to the alley.

This sword cultivator from the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect waited quietly with two swords.

It was a long time before a teenager ran through the wind and snow in a hurry, and stopped there panting, holding his knees and bowing his head for a long time, and said nothing.

Cheng Lu didn't say anything.

It's like knowing early on that such a teenager will come.

The biggest judgment of a person is to face his past self.

Cheng Lu stood quietly for a long time, and then handed over the young man's sword.

Hu Lu was silent for a long time, then took the sword, slowly stood up straight, and slowly turned around to look at the tomb mountain that was misty in the wind and snow.

Maybe someone is watching there, maybe not.

The people watching there may or may not say you can choose for yourself.

In the long years to come, some people may slowly forgive themselves.

Maybe not.

Hu Lu held his sword, like a silent winter day, and quietly walked into the alley.

Cheng Lu took one last look at this winter that had never happened before, and then left calmly.

......

The card player in a card hall drew a card, held it in his hand and looked at it for a long time, but he didn't play it for a long time.

But he turned his head to look at the snowy world outside the window.

Those cold worlds that can't be touched by the lights and stoves in the house.

This white-clothed sword cultivator seemed to have fallen into a long distraction.

It went on until the people at the table got a little impatient.

"Zhang Xiaoyu, hurry up."

Zhang Xiaoyu came back to his senses, with a very bright but ordinary smile on his face again, and played the cards in his hand directly.

"In the red."

"Huh!"

......

This white-clothed sword cultivator played cards like crazy, and he didn't go back until he was dizzy, and when he returned to the Sword Sect, Chen Huaifeng was still drinking tea, and Huaimin was still hanging out - he didn't talk about a certain young man named Hugua, as if he couldn't remember.

When Zhang Xiaoyu passed by, Huaimin still laughed and teased him.

"How much did you lose today?"

Zhang Xiaoyu replied with a smile: "Not much, not much." ”

Huaimin laughed wantonly, laughing and scolding Zhang Xiaoyu in the wind and snow for losing the face of the Sword Sect and then walking away.

Zhang Xiaoyu just chuckled softly.

Later, when passing by Chen Huaifeng, Zhang Xiaoyu asked a question that made Chen Huaifeng very puzzled.

"Senior brother, do you still want me to help interpret the dream? I don't need money this time. ”

Chen Huaifeng, who was sitting in the pavilion drinking tea, looked up at Zhang Xiaoyu strangely for a long time, probably thinking that he was a little crazy after losing too much, and began to talk nonsense, so he kindly persuaded him.

"Senior brother, the little gamble is pleasant....."

Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head and walked away with a smile.

This sword cultivator was probably thinking about it, and he didn't know when Senior Brother Huaifeng would remember that he had a sword.

Bai Yi, who had passed through the snow, sat under a peach tree, looked at the white Yi who was sitting on the stream bridge and pondered, and asked a question.

"Master, what did you see?"

The white clothes sitting on the bridge turned his head, looked at the white clothes under the peach tree, and asked lazily.

"And what do you see?"

......

Hu Lu has been wandering in the snow for the past few days, and when he saw Zhang Xiaoyu walking back with a sword dangling in the snow, he stopped him.

"Senior Brother Xiaoyu."

Zhang Xiaoyu tilted his head to look at the young man.

"What's wrong, Huluwa?"

Hu Lu looked down and thought, seriously thinking about the wording.

"I don't remember."

After a long time, the little boy said blankly.

Zhang Xiaoyu gave Hu Lu a skull up, and said with raised eyebrows: "Okay, okay, you kid is teasing me, right?" ”

Hu Lu touched his head in a daze.

Is that the case?

When he wanted to ask, Zhang Xiaoyu drifted away like a ghost in the snow.

......

Hu Lu is probably a little weak, and as soon as he walks out of that alley, he still has some habits of supporting the wall.

Unfortunately, he was able to help him out, so the boy fell straight to the ground.

Perhaps the afterglow of the wind and snow had not yet passed, and the boy still felt very cold, so he did not hurry to get up, but wrapped his clothes tightly first.

But where is the wind and snow?

The afternoon sun is shining brilliantly on this Jianping full of garden leaves.

The boy held a lot of warm light in his arms, and when he looked up at the extremely dazzling sun, he felt that those warmth were fading away quickly.

It's like snow.

It's like water.

It seems to be a quicksand, and in that rustling sound, there is nothing left.

The young man raised his hand and covered it in front of him, then stood up with his sword in his hand, turned around, and walked towards the small building again with his sword in hand.

This time it didn't take the boy very long, and he found something easily.

It was a note that was actually hidden in some not-so-obscure corner.

Above is a certain sentence that at first glance, I feel that the person who wrote it is dancing with his eyebrows.

- Don't look for it, junior brother, I know it's you.

Hu Lu looked at the note in his hand for a long time, and silently walked out of the small building, sat down on the wind corridor, the afternoon sun is slowly flowing in the wind at the end of April, like water, and it seems to be the fine sand that has just finished frying melon seeds, with a very warm taste.

The boy was very calm, and sat there very quietly.

It was a long time before Hu Lu came back to his senses and looked at the little girl who had awakened herself with the sound of gentle footsteps.

There was a note flying in the sky, and Hulu didn't know when it flew away.

It's like the hulu doesn't know when it hid in that corner.

Hu Lu and Cong Xin looked at each other for a long time, and neither of them spoke.

......

Cheng Lu walked through the alley, and the voices of the people boiling in the heavy snow disappeared in an instant, and what appeared in his ears were some peaceful voices that belonged to the town, and the war from Lingnan still failed to burn to the foot of such a quiet cloud mountain range.

This sword cultivator from the Liuyun Sword Sect stood quietly for a long time, then turned around and walked into the very familiar wine shop, bought a pot of wine in it, and walked out of the town while drinking.

Standing on the path leading to the Liuyun Mountain Range in the north, Cheng Lu turned around and quietly looked at the three words of the archway at the end of the town.

Siqiao Town.

This sword cultivator, who thought he would not go on the stage, finally walked into this big drama in the world.

Cheng Lu watched quietly for a long time, drank most of the pot of wine, and then turned around silently.

At the foot of the green mountains in the distance, there was an old Taoist of Songxue Guan who was sitting there, probably still injured, so there were some slight but slightly painful coughs from time to time.

Cheng Lu took a sip of wine, looked over there and whispered, "Why do seniors deceive people too much? ”

This black-clothed sword cultivator from the Liuyun Sword Sect didn't reach out to draw his sword, but just walked towards the side of the mountain.

"Push me into a hurry, with the current situation of your predecessors, what benefits can you get?"

The old Taoist didn't speak, just sat there and coughed silently.

Cheng Lu paused slightly, drank the pot of wine in his hand, and then threw the bottle to the side of the road - this is certainly not a good habit.

It's just that the current situation doesn't allow Cheng Lu to dispose of such a wine jug slowly and logically.

Cheng Lu looked at the old Taoist and said very melancholy: "Don't you think you are too much? ”

Only then did the old Taoist of Songxueguan finally open his mouth and said, "How to go too far? ”

Cheng Lu looked at the old Taoist quietly, and said slowly: "Isn't it too much to force the people under the stage to the stage, and then kill him in the name of chaos in the world?" ”

"Yes."

The old Taoist said very calmly.

Such honesty and uprightness made Cheng Lu, who had always been accustomed to them hiding in the shadows, speechless for a while.

It took a long time for Cheng Lu to figure it out.

This is indeed a wordless thing.

They're all so sincere, what else can you say?

So Cheng Lu looked up at the sky dome and sighed, "Before I do it, can I ask my seniors a question?" ”

The old Taoist sat there quietly, his hand gradually raised.

"You want to ask about twenty years ago?"

Cheng Lu shook his head very sincerely, and then said softly.

"Seniors don't know ....."

Cheng Lu's words suddenly turned cold.

There was a sound of swords roaring between the green mountains.

"Isn't this place actually not far from the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect?"

Even if Cheng Lu can't go up the mountain now because of various problems, he is still the core disciple of the Liuyun Sword Sect after all.

The old Taoist was silent for a moment, then stood up, stepped out of the green mountain, and disappeared into the world.

Cheng Lu stood there quietly looking at the sword light that fell towards this place in the world.

In fact, there is a lot of sweat in the palm of this sword cultivator's hand.

The white-haired uncle who used to sit quietly on the floating cloud platform appeared here, quietly looking at this black-clothed short-haired sword cultivator.

"For a while, you disappeared from the world."

Uncle Shi's voice was very calm, but there was probably some worry in his words.

Cheng Lu was silent for a moment and continued to walk forward.

"Because I went to Nanyi City, I asked the goddess to do me a favor, and I returned to the year 102 of the Great Wind Calendar."

That Flowing Cloud Sword Sect's senior uncle looked back at Cheng Lu's back.

"What do you know?"

Cheng Lu stopped, thought quietly for a long time, and then said softly, "I can't tell you yet, Uncle Shi." ”

This sentence is actually very similar to the sentence that the white-haired sword cultivator said at the beginning.

But Cheng Lu had to give such an answer.

Between the teacher and the reason, everything hangs in the balance.

He must remain silent.

The uncle stood there silently, raised his hand to catch the fallen sword, and sent it into the sheath.

"When will you go up the mountain?"

Cheng Lu sighed, and then said slowly: "I may have to go to Qingtian Dao first." ”

This black-clothed sword cultivator slowly walked towards the north.

The white-haired uncle stood there for a long time, looked in the direction of an old Taoist leaving, and then said calmly: "The Night Rain Cliff will issue a reward for you. ”

The Sword Pavilion Master of the Cloud Sword Sect looked at the young sword cultivator again.

"At that time, there will be a senior brother or uncle who will come to hunt you."

Cheng Lu just walked quietly.

"Thank you."

Cheng Lu naturally understood what such a hunt meant.

This black-clothed sword cultivator left Siqiao Town very calmly.

......

On the trail of the Hanging Temple.

The boy from Huangliang was still waiting there.

The path was covered with bamboo leaves, and the wind came and went.

It's just that the two people seem to have gone there, gone to the past, and stayed there very greedily, and never came back.

Zhao Xingxing sat there in a daze.

When Yun Hu came out of the small bamboo garden, he was also a little surprised to see the young man still sitting there with a body of fallen leaves.

"Why are you still here?"

Yun Hu didn't know how to come over, put away the scroll in his hand, and then helped the yellow sorghum boy brush the fallen leaves on his body.

Zhao Xingxing said softly: "Because I want to see if they will come back." ”

Yun Hu didn't know how to pick up a fallen leaf in Zhao Xingxing's hair, was silent for a while, and said slowly: "Of course I will come back." ”

"Why?"

Yun Hu didn't know how to say softly: "Because no matter how good the past is, people can't really live in the past." ”

The scholar raised his head, looked at the library, and said with a sigh: "The more beautiful the past, the more things you can't face. It's like looking in a mirror of the years, and you are ashamed to grow gray hair. ”

Zhao Xingxing was silent for a long time, and then looked up at the gentle and elegant scholar beside him, Mr. Academy.

"If the gentleman went back, would he think the same way?"

Yun Hu didn't know how to laugh softly, holding the scroll behind his back, looking at the sunny bamboo shadow.

"I'm not going back."

"Why?"

"Because my husband taught me that scholars should have the courage to look forward."

Zhao Xingxing stood there a little confused.

It's just that Yun Hu didn't know it but was silent again, and Fang Cai's high-spirited appearance gradually disappeared, looking at the scattered leaves, just like looking at the messy world.

"Maybe I will too, who knows?"

People probably always contradict themselves.

Yun Hu smiled again, plucked the bamboo leaves on the young man's body, and then patted him on the shoulder.

"Go back, don't wait, maybe they've already returned to their original trajectory."

Zhao Xingxing thought for a while and asked, "Why?" ”

Yun Hu said frankly: "I guess, because you always sit here, it's not good after all, and your body can't bear it, so I have to find a way to coax you away." ”

So that kind of sentence is naturally the best.

There isn't much reason for that.

Zhao Xingxing was silent for a long time, but he also stood up, only to find that he was a little weak in his limbs, and he didn't know if he was hungry for a long time or had a cold.

"Thank you, sir."

The young man sighed and saluted Yun Hu, then turned around and walked out of the bamboo forest path.

Halfway through, Zhao Xingxing turned around again, looked at Yun Hu and asked, "I heard that Mr. is practicing?" ”

Yun Hu was stunned, not knowing why Zhao Xingxing suddenly asked about this thing, but he still nodded.

"Yes."

"Can you teach me, sir?"

The eyes of the young man on the trail were very sincere and full of expectation.

This reminded Yun Hu of another teenager last year.

It's just that the scholar still shook his head seriously.

"No, because what I'm practicing is different from what I am doing today."

Zhao let out an 'oh' happily, and then turned around and left silently.

Yun Hu didn't know how to stand there and look at the young man's back for a long time, and when he turned around, he found that the goddess in the ancient black dress was standing on this bamboo forest path at some point.

Yun Hu was silent for a while, and then bowed his head very respectfully.

"I've seen the goddess."

Yaoji didn't speak, just stood quietly under the umbrella and looked at the scholar for a long time.

It was a long time before the woman in the black dress walked slowly down the path.

"What are you cultivating?"

"I don't know."

Yun Hu didn't know that he was very sincere.

Yao Ji looked back at Yun Hu again, but she didn't say anything.

Yun Hu didn't know why Yao Ji suddenly left Tingfengtai, but after hesitating a little, he still followed.

The two of them walked quietly in the bamboo forest until they crossed the pulpit and the Xinghua Creek and appeared on the shore of the Meditation Lake.

Yao Ji stood there quietly, looked down at herself, and then whispered, "I think what you said is wrong. ”

Yun Hu was a little dazed, thought about it, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Of course, people can live in the past."

Yun Hu came down silently.

Whether or not to live in such a subjective thing as the past naturally has its own reasons, and there is never a single correct answer.

And whether it can be or not is the only objective.

Yun Hu didn't know if he didn't say anything, and neither did Yao Ji, he just stood on the shore of Jingsi Lake for a long time, and after a long time, he said softly: "What was the name of the young man who sat here at the beginning?" ”

Yun Hu was silent for a while, and then asked, "Which one did the goddess say?" ”

Yao Ji turned her head to look at Yun Hu Zhizhi, and said slowly, "Which one do you think I will ask?" ”

Yun Hu didn't know how to turn his head to look at the quiet lake, and said softly: "The grass is a firefly, and countless grasses in the world are fireflies." ”

Yao Ji just looked at Yun Hu quietly and didn't know.

Yun Hu didn't seem to see the gaze of the woman in the black dress, but sighed and said slowly, "Why did the goddess ask about such a young man? ”

This scholar naturally understood that what Yao Ji was asking was not the young man in green clothes who was sitting idle fishing.

Only then did Yao Ji turn her head and said calmly, "It's just a little curious." ”

Everything that is inconvenient to say in the world can probably be excused by curiosity.

Yun Hu was silent for a long time, and then turned his head to look deeply at the Huangliang god and ghost standing under the umbrella.

In all the classics, there is probably no record of gods and ghosts living under umbrellas.

"What's it like to be under an umbrella all the time?"

Yao Ji stood there quietly, looking down at the peaceful and calm lake.

It took a long time for the woman in the black dress to say very gently: "I can't stop worrying." ”

Yun Hu didn't know how to ask softly, "Why?" ”

Yao Ji raised her head and looked at the scholar quietly.

"There is only one broken soul left in the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, why do you think so?"

Yun Hu didn't know anything and didn't say anything more.