So probably the dividing line between people in the book is on the side of the sight.

The boy made it all the way to the same alley last night.

Xu Chunhua watched there for a long time, and the boy didn't leave, just like last night, he didn't know what to watch there.

The story is actually similar to last night's.

The girl walked slowly to the door, and then opened the door to the courtyard.

It's just that when Xu Chunhua was about to go in, the young man suddenly turned around again, and looked at this quietly in the dividing line of light and shadow, Xu Chunhua's heart subconsciously rose again.

The boy looked at it for a moment, and then asked the little town girl who stopped at the door, a little apprehensive.

"Do you have a grinding stone here?"

Xu Chunhua was stunned.

What does it mean to grind stones?

There was indeed a grinding stone in the yard, three fingers wide and half a foot long, which was used to sharpen kitchen knives.

After hesitating for a while, Xu Chunhua asked, "What do you want to do with the grinding stone?" ”

The young man calmly took a certain sword from behind him, and stood at the entrance of the alley under the lights of the long street outside, and pulled it out and watched.

There was no light on the sword, as if it was rusted to death, and it seemed to be this blue-black hue in the first place.

"My sword has been useless for too long, and it's rusty, so I want to sharpen it."

Xu Chunhua stood there for a long time.

For such a small town girl, facing the request of a young sword cultivator who had only seen in Chen He's scribbling, she naturally had a lot of concerns.

She is just an ordinary person in the world, and she is just a single woman.

Naturally, it is impossible to have enough confidence to face many things.

When Xu Chunhua thought about this, she suddenly remembered something-it seemed that she hadn't counted such a Qingtian Dao Taoist into her life for a long time.

The small town girl was silent for a long time, then looked at the young man and said, "How long do you want to grind?" ”

The boy thought for a moment, and then said seriously: "One night." ”

Xu Chunhua hesitated for a long time, looking at the young man, and also at the place where the young man was standing, the place where the shadow of the alley and the lights outside the alley intersected.

Sometimes the choice of a thought, like the two sides of an alley, often determines the direction of an extremely long story.

It's just that Xu Chunhua finally believed Chen He.

The girl from the town pushed open the door, stood by it, and whispered, "Then come in." ”

So the boy went and returned, and looked at the small town girl very seriously and said thank you.

......

The boy sat down under the eaves of the courtyard, holding the small grinding stone and sharpening his blue-black sword.

Xu Chunhua also accepted something calmly.

After all, whether it was a plate that suddenly slid to the side of the table, or a teenager who suddenly appeared, these were not things she could control.

The small town girl moved a small bench and looked at the young man who was not very old, but was extremely dull.

The boy probably had a time when he was unceremoniously talking to someone about what you were barking at a dog.

It's just that I probably won't talk about such a thing now.

There was only the rhythmic and rhythmic sound of sharpening swords in the courtyard—probably influenced by someone who often played in the wind.

Xu Chunhua watched it for a long time, and then asked very seriously: "Do you sword cultivators all want to sharpen your own swords?" ”

The north is full of large and small Daomen, but the Sword Sect is rare, with the Sword Grinding Cliff Liuyun Sword Sect as the boundary, there are few Sword Sects to the north, and only occasionally there will be some sword cultivators.

Naturally, the girl in the small town had never seen any sword cultivation, let alone was impressed.

The only one that left a deep and not good impression on her was a sword cultivator who held a cup of wolfberry tea all day long.

Their swords often seem to be carried behind their backs, just like a scholar walking with a full stomach, and the sword is cultivated with a negative sword, such as practicing virtue - after all, virtue is used to convince people.

This is the first sword cultivator the town girl has seen to sharpen her sword herself, not a swordsman.

The young man was silent for a while, and then said calmly: "No, most sword cultivators in the world don't sharpen their swords. ”

"What about you?"

"My first lesson was to sharpen my sword."

The young man spoke, but he stopped for a moment, looked at the sword in his hand for a long time, and then continued to bow his head and grind under the puzzled gaze of the small town girl.

"I only grinded it at that time."

The boy's voice slowly deepened.

"I was only fifteen years old at the time, not long."

The boy's voice gradually took on a lot of very complicated and emotional meanings.

"Sir asked me to sharpen my sword first, and my talent is very good, so I think I just need to sharpen it enough."

Xu Chunhua listened quietly, the young man actually said a little clueless, as if he was not talking to others, but just talking to himself.

"But it wasn't until later that I realized what it meant to sharpen my sword by the lake on a spring day."

The boy raised the sword in his hand and looked at the claystone and iron filings on it.

Xu Chunhua fetched a basin of water from the side and put it next to the grinding stone.

"What's that?"

The boy reached out and scooped water from the basin and washed the mud crumbs from his sword.

"It's not about my talent, it's about leaving enough time for me to think about it and make some choices."

The boy continued to sharpen his sword under the umbrella.

"It is probably a long time before a person suddenly realizes what a decision he has made lightly in a certain spring will mean for the rest of his life."

The boy told his story very quietly.

The small town girl beside her was silent and said nothing.

Xu Chunhua sat on the small bench beside her, probably remembering a spring morning that may have drizzled, the young man driving the Tianyan car, driving himself through the green mountains and rain and dew, and leaving the town.

There was some silence in the courtyard.

Xu Chunhua probably realized that this was not a very good topic, so she talked about today's strange things.

"It's a little strange today, I have a plate on the table, and I don't know why it suddenly slipped to the side and was about to fall."

The young man sharpened his sword quietly and said lightly: "Because Huai is crooked." ”

Xu Chunhua was suddenly stunned, and the small town girl stood up, stood in the small courtyard, and looked seriously at the tall buildings and long streets hanging in the sky in the night.

It's just that after looking at it for a long time, such a woman still doesn't see any crooked meaning.

The young man said very calmly behind him: "This amplitude is not large, and it is difficult for the world to see it." ”

Xu Chunhua looked back at the young man behind her.

"Can you tell?"

The young man said in a loud voice, "I can't see it either, but I can feel it." ”

"How do you feel it?"

The boy paused for a moment, looking at the umbrella in his hand, looking very serious, probably thinking about how to explain something.

It took a long time before the young man said slowly, "What do you think of my umbrella?" ”

Xu Chunhua was about to say that it looked okay, but suddenly remembered that in Chen He's book, it seemed that there was such an umbrella that only this young man could hold.

"It's heavy?"

Probably without bothering to explain, the young man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Yes." ”

"When you hold something very light, sometimes it ups and downs, naturally you don't feel anything, but when you hold something extremely heavy in your hand, your body is slightly unbalanced, and it will bring a very strong reaction, and as a sword cultivator who moves with his eyes and his heart with his sword, he is naturally more sensitive."

The young man said in a loud voice: "Last night when I was walking on the road, I almost fell flat like some unlucky guy. ”

Although Xu Chunhua didn't know who the unlucky guy the boy was talking about, she also understood what the boy meant, and turned her head again, looking at such a prosperous city in the world in disbelief.

But I suddenly understood why I suddenly had such a collapsed reverie when I came back today.

The intuition of the subconscious may sometimes be more sensitive.

"So Huaidu is really crooked?"

"Yes."

The young man said calmly.

Xu Chunhua suddenly remembered the person she saw in the early morning this morning, who looked ordinary but had an unusual bearing.

At first glance, that person was the lord of Huaidu.

So in fact, Huaidu is also aware of such a situation.

It's just good, why is Huaidu crooked?

For Xu Chunhua, this is something far beyond cognition.

"But you don't have to worry."

The young man said in a loud voice.

Xu Chunhua turned around, and the young man lowered his head and sharpened his sword, and the umbrella was like a night sky above his head.

"Sometimes such shaking is far less tragic than the turmoil in the world."

Xu Chunhua's thoughts were put aside again, and she didn't know what she thought, she looked at the young man and said with some hesitation: "Chen He wrote in the book, you went to the Lingnan Sword Sect later?" ”

The young man paused in sharpening his sword, continued to sharpen, without raising his head, and said calmly: "Yes." ”

Xu Chunhua remembered some of the things she had heard, such as the news that the Lingnan Sword Sect had almost all been killed in battle, and suddenly took a deep breath, but didn't say anything.

Naturally, the girl from the northern town didn't know what she could say when facing the cultivation world or the war in the world.

She just looked at the young man and thought to herself, no wonder you know that Huaidu is crooked and the building is about to collapse, but you are still so calm.

Xu Chunhua didn't say anything more, but the young man raised his head with a smile.

It's just that kind of smile, no matter how you look at it, it's very ironic.

"Huaidu can do anything, of course they will have a way."

Xu Chunhua looked at the smile on the young man's face in a daze, not knowing what it meant.

After a long time, Xu Chunhua silently walked back to the eaves.

"When are you leaving?"

The boy said calmly, "Tomorrow morning." ”

Xu Chunhua didn't ask anything more.

The previous topics were not brought up again.

......

When Xu Chunhua woke up the next day, the boy was gone.

The courtyard door is still locked from the inside.

The boy probably didn't go out through the courtyard gate.

Of course, this is not to prove the identity of any sword cultivator.

It's just that because of the courtyard gate, the courtyard of this small town girl can only be opened.

I don't know when the sound of grinding swords that had been ringing all night disappeared.

Xu Chunhua was stunned in the yard for a long time, then turned around and went back to fetch a basin of water, carefully flattened it in the yard, and then looked at it very seriously for a long time.

It's just that it's hard to see, probably as the boy said.

Because people are in Huaidu, and the basin of water is also in Huaidu, even if it is really crooked, it is difficult to distinguish something.

Xu Chunhua looked at it for a long time, and then washed up with the basin of water, and then walked out of the door.

Huaidu may indeed have some problems.

Xu Chunhua thought silently all the way.

It's just that probably this is not a big problem.

After all, the boy was like that, and so was the mysterious adult I saw yesterday.

When passing by the inn, Xu Chunhua subconsciously glanced there again, but probably the scholar would not appear here.

So naturally, nothing will be seen.

......

Zhu Congwen still came to the noodle restaurant as usual today.

To the amazement of his old fellows.

"Didn't you kid get taken away by the people of the Siwu Demon Mansion yesterday?"

Everyone was stunned and looked at the scholar who opened the curtain and walked in in the early morning, with a look full of incredulity.

Zhu Congwen just smiled, and then rolled up his sleeves as usual - the scholar's arms were still white, and there were no bruises.

Everyone was a little unbelievable and circled around Zhu Congwen.

This student from the Hanging Courtyard walked towards the back kitchen and said very calmly.

"They're looking for the wrong person."

The crowd probably didn't believe it.

Although yesterday I didn't see when the Wuwei came.

But they also heard the words Zhu Congwen in the back of the Hanging Courtyard.

It's just that they didn't know that it was Si Wuwei's person at first, so everyone didn't care about it, and they didn't react until Zhu Congwen was arrested.

Although the scholar is poor, he is still a good person.

The people were worried all night.

As a result, the kid walked back unscathed the next day, which was naturally a bizarre thing.

A few people lifted the curtain and looked at the back kitchen, and the scholar was really squatting there quietly washing the dishes as if nothing had happened yesterday.

However, the business of the noodle restaurant today is much better than yesterday, and everyone has little time to ask what happened.

By the end of the afternoon, the shop was getting empty.

Zhu Congwen sat very quietly on the steps of the backyard at this time, looking at the basket of cabbage not far away in a daze.

The May day is naturally bright.

The rain the day before yesterday also washed away some of the accumulated dust, so under the clear sun, it shone everywhere with a sense of clarity.

The eldest junior didn't know when he came over, so he sat next to Zhu Congwen and didn't speak, just looked at the sky cut by the eaves that flew everywhere.

There are some weeds growing in some places in the backyard, but the grass is clean and clean—the scholar always carefully cleans all the places when he leaves.

Food waste is always a bad thing.

Probably the scholar felt that he had encountered such a season, and he had been studying for many years, but he was put on hold there, which was bad enough, so he didn't want to be any worse.

The older Xiaoer's surname was Gu, and he was probably too lazy to take his name, so he was called Gu Xiaoer.

Gu Xiaoer looked at the sky in the backyard for a long time, and then looked at Zhu Congwen on the side.

"Nothing really happened yesterday?"

Zhu Congwen was silent for a while, and then said softly: "There is really nothing." ”

Gu Xiaoer just looked at this scholar and didn't speak.

After a long time, Zhu Congwen hesitated a little and said softly: "They brought me into the Siwu Demon Mansion.....

"And then?"

Zhu Congwen sighed and said, "Then no one paid attention to me, so they let me stay in the courtyard for an afternoon, and it wasn't until it was almost dark that someone took me out." ”

Gu Xiaoer looked at Zhu Congwen quietly for a long time, and then patted him on the shoulder.

"Actually, I still don't believe it, but since people are fine, it's good."

Zhu Congwen turned his head to look at Gu Xiaoer, although being called Gu Xiaoer would make him sound very young, but in fact he was almost forty.

A junior who is almost forty is naturally different from a young junior like Zhu Congwen.

I'm still here at forty, and maybe I'll be here in the future.

And Zhu Congwen naturally can't be here all the time.

This is a student who came out of the Dafeng Spring Examination, and if everything goes well, he will always be admitted to the office, but for various reasons, he was forced to stop here.

Gu Xiaoer naturally knew such things, so he smiled very much.

"Maybe the adults of the Siwu Demon Mansion also think it's a pity that you're delayed here like this, so let people ask you to familiarize yourself with the situation in Huaidu."

That's probably a pretty thing.

It's just that Zhu Congwen didn't know why, but he was a little silent.

After a long time, this scholar seemed to have made some decision, looked at Gu Xiaoer very seriously and said, "If I say something very outrageous, will Brother Gu believe it?" ”

Gu Xiaoer turned his head to look at Zhu Congwen, thought for a while and said, "You say let's take a look first?" ”

So the scholar turned his head and looked earnestly at the blades of grass in the courtyard that were swaying in the wind.

In the backyard of such an idle noodle restaurant, it took a long time before the scholar's somewhat dull voice sounded.

"Actually, I met Lord Zhongshui, a subordinate of the Siwu Demon Mansion."

Gu Xiaoer looked at the scholar in a daze.

For most people in the world, it is about a very strange title.

It's just in the Great Wind Dynasty of the Demon Emperor Kamigawa.

Such a position actually represents the world's Zaifu.

Just like the extremely famous Zuo Cheng at the beginning.

Zhu Congwen looked at the blades of grass poking out of the stone slab somewhere, squinting his eyes, as if he was seriously recalling.

"When I was brought over, the squire was looking at the flowers in the corridor."

"I don't know why I was suddenly taken there, so I stood outside the porch in fear."

"It's been a long time, and the waiter asked me a question very plainly.....

When the scholar said this, he stopped.

Gu Xiaoer came back to his senses, looked at Zhu Congwen nervously and asked, "What question did he ask you?" ”

Zhu Congwen was silent for a long time, and probably hasn't recovered from that shock until now.

It's like the sentence in the scholar's words, 'It's been a long time'.

It was really a long time before the scholar whispered, "He asked me—"

"What do you think of the Squire of the Soldier?"

Gu Xiaoer sat there in a daze.

This is probably a very ridiculous thing.

The scholar stood up, let out a long breath, and then laughed softly, looked at Gu Xiaoer and said, "I'm joking." ”

“...... Really? ”

"Really."

It's just that which one is true, the scholar didn't say, just ran to wash the dishes and wipe the table.