Of course, nothing is bound to happen in the world.

There is nothing that is not necessarily going to happen.

People in the world tend to judge the existence of things based on historical empiricism.

If there is a broken tile on the side of the street, people will look up at the eaves.

But it could also have been left there by some mischievous child.

Or maybe a certain Taoist learned the sword, and he was very excited to show off everywhere, so he used the tile as a flying sword, sent it over thousands of miles, and shattered it on the street somewhere.

Zhu Congwen didn't know what kind of road he would walk on in the future.

So he said sincerely that he didn't know.

Xu Chunhua wouldn't have thought of it.

It turned out that the friend of Nandao was Mei Xiyu.

This small town girl stood in the early morning wind for a long time, looking at the silent young Taoist in a Taoist robe, thinking about it, and she didn't understand how such a young man from the south and from the book became friends with this Taoist of Qingtian Dao.

Nandao and Meixiyu are naturally not friends.

In fact, if it is a story from the past years, there is actually some grudge between the two.

Mei Xiyu was forced to leave Qingtian Dao, go to Lingnan, and come to Huaidu, all because of a letter written by a young man.

It's just that when people narrate something, they always have to give him some reasonable and relevant identity.

Xu Chunhua didn't understand these things.

How can Mei Xiyu figure it out?

If we say that the distance between Meixiyu and the South Island is extremely far.

So when such a young man said that he had a friend who might be implicated, Mei Xiyu didn't think that the so-called friend would be Xu Chunhua from the town under the mountain of Qingtian Dao.

Mei Lang already hates Pengshan far away, and he is 10,000 miles away from Pengshan.

Mei Xiyu felt that even if the water in the bottle suddenly died on the streets of Siwufang, it was more practical than the friend named Xu Chunhua who needed his care in the South Island.

So the two of them stood for a long time, silently, and relatively silently on the side of the street where those people and demons passed side by side.

It's just that there is probably no relatively wordless story with only a thousand lines of tears.

After a long silence, this Qingtian Daoist laughed softly, and raised his hand to sweep away a locust leaf in the green silk that fell there at some point for Xu Chunhua.

"It turns out that the friend Nandao said is you..... Xu Chunhua. ”

The story is not very far away.

Even for a hundred years of the world, this is just a story from winter snow to summer.

Mei Xiyu left the small wooden house of Baimei Xixue, and it was only half a year.

Xu Chunhua opened her mouth, probably wanting to say more, but she didn't seem to have anything to say, so she just whispered, "Yes." ”

Such a story that is not long in the future, there is no very warm emotion, maybe the time is not long enough, even if such a small town girl stays quietly in the town to plant flowers, those flowers probably will not bloom so quickly and brilliantly.

Mei Xiyu didn't have any emotion that the old people's hearts were still eternal, and the old people were gone, but she just smiled slightly and looked at the spring flower woman in front of her.

The Taoist is naturally eternal.

The snow in Baimei Creek was no longer visible in May.

But Meixi rain is still Meixi rain.

So at a certain moment, when the wind was blowing through the long street, he subconsciously remembered the stove under a certain eaves, the empty flower stand in the snow, and a coquettish girl holding a small white umbrella and wearing a floral skirt and secretly drinking.

Of course, Xu Chunhua is still Xu Chunhua.

So when she saw the warm smile on Mei Xiyu's face that was the same as in a certain winter, there was still something crystal soft in her eyes.

Such a Taoist has never smiled like that to others.

The only person who has seen such a smile may be Xu Chunhua.

So the town girl took a step forward, hugged the Taoist, and then opened her mouth, and bit down on his shoulder.

At that moment, there may be thousands of emotions and tastes surging into Xu Chunhua's heart.

Maybe it's guilt, maybe it's grievance, maybe it's tiredness, maybe it's weakness after fright.

Mei Xiyu hasn't laughed like that for a long time.

Xu Chunhua hasn't been coquettish for a long time.

The small-town girl who is always in a hurry and quietly walks on the streets of Huaidu, when she recalls the gentleness of the past, she feels as if she is very rusty.

So she bit the Taoist on the shoulder.

Biting through the flesh, the rich smell of blood, but it is as intoxicating as old spirits.

Xu Chunhua let go of her mouth, but she didn't let go of her hand, just lay on Mei Xiyu's shoulder, looking at the bright sky in May with tears in her eyes.

The little girl probably stood there in pain.

When she decided to come to Mei Xiyu, she didn't think about such a thing - she found that she didn't seem to have the ability to open her mouth to the Taoist in front of her.

The story of the teenager who intersected by Chen He's story.

made such a small town girl unable to say it in front of Mei Xiyu.

Mei Xiyu didn't know what Xu Chunhua was thinking, she just patted her on the back and said softly: "It's okay, whether it's Heavenly Hell or Demon Mansion, they won't trouble you." ”

This Taoist thought that he had just taken in such a helpless boy by chance, and that the small town girl was a little frightened by such a bloody story.

After a long silence, Xu Chunhua finally let go of her hand, retreated to the courtyard gate and stood, raised her hand to wipe her tears, and then said softly: "Can you do me a favor?" ”

When Mei Xiyu heard such a sentence, she suddenly fell silent.

Then he looked at the woman in front of him and said slowly, "It's too late." ”

Xu Chunhua suddenly raised her head and looked at Mei Xiyu.

The latter said softly: "Just last night, the people of the Siwu Demon Mansion had already made a move. ”

Xu Chunhua stood there in a daze, thinking about the young man standing quietly under the umbrella on the hanging street.

"What about the South Island?"

Mei Xiyu turned her head to look at the Siwu Demon Mansion across the long street, and said slowly: "He's fine, but he was taken away by the people from the Heavenly Prison." ”

Xu Chunhua stood there silently, as if relieved, and didn't say anything more.

Mei Xiyu looked at the woman at the gate of the courtyard and continued: "You want me to help rescue him?" ”

Xu Chunhua was silent for a while, and then said softly: "I don't know, but at that time, I can only think of coming to you." ”

Mei Xiyu looked at the small town girl in front of her for a long time, didn't mention such a thing, and reached out to hold Xu Chunhua's hand.

The hands of the town girl who had not slept all night were cold.

Mei Xiyu turned her head to look at the restaurant that had opened somewhere in the middle of the afternoon, and looked at Xu Chunhua with pity and said, "Let's go eat something first." ”

It is rare for a practitioner to have such a concept of time.

It's just that Meixi rain has.

Xu Chunhua nodded and said softly, "Okay." ”

......

Because some people are picky eaters, they have never eaten anything delicious, and they can't write anything delicious, so on the table by the window of the restaurant, there is just a bowl of noodles covered with shredded meat and sprinkled with green onions.

Perhaps the best thing in the world is the noodles sprinkled with chopped green onions.

Xu Chunhua pulled up her hair and sat there eating noodles quietly.

Mei Xiyu also sat quietly on the side, looking at this small town girl who came to Huaidu for some reason and got involved in some stories for some reason.

"How did you know such a young man from Lingnan?"

Mei Xiyu finally asked such a question.

Xu Chunhua's hand stopped there, turned her head to look out the window, and it took a long time before she turned her head back and said softly: "When it snowed last year, a person named Chen He came to the town. ”

Mei Xiyu asked about a teenager, and Xu Chunhua talked about a young man who sold poems from his youth and made the sizzling tofu the ultimate in the world.

It seems that some bull's head is not in the horse's mouth.

It's just that Xu Chunhua understands that there are some things that naturally can't be avoided by such a person who is idle and wild cranes come and go like the wind.

Mei Xiyu didn't have any doubts, just sat there quietly and listened.

The small town girl stuck the chopsticks in her hand in the bowl in front of her, like a child who had made a mistake, and told the story that began in the snow on a winter day.

The story begins with a biography that was accidentally lost in the town.

The sky in the noon square gradually brightened, but because Huaidu was stagnant, such a neighborhood stopped on the ground, and those many hanging streets and high-rise buildings still brought some shadows after all.

Some of the locust trees on the street are shaking their leaves in the wind.

The story is not long.

But Xu Chunhua still talked for a long time.

A story that isn't long doesn't have to be complicated.

For example, some lively and quiet New Year's stories in some winter snow, the sound of Tianyan cars passing through the green mountains in the drizzle of some spring, the amazement of seeing Huaidu at first sight, and the blankness of facing the vast clouds and rivers after the rain at dusk.

There are also certain searches that seem to never come to fruition, and lonely waiting in the clouds.

So those flowers planted in the spring seem to bloom in the wrong place by accident.

So the stars are shining and the wind is light.

Xu Chunhua once thought that she should not know how to face such a story, but when everything really came to this, when the Taoist she had seriously looked for sat opposite.

Xu Chunhua found that she was actually able to tell those stories very calmly.

Perhaps, as Chen He said, fate will bring the people in fate to all the places where they should go.

For example, a bowl of noodles in a restaurant, and the wind through the streets and alleys in May.

It wasn't until several leaves by the window had fallen that Xu Chunhua slowly finished telling such a story, she seemed to be relieved, but she hung a stone in her heart, and after being silent for a long time, she dared to raise her head to look at such a Taoist.

Mei Xiyu didn't say anything, didn't do anything, and didn't even change her posture, so the cultivator's concentration may indeed be very good.

Naturally, the Qing cultivators who did not want to get entangled in many stories were naturally even more so.

It's just that Xu Chunhua suddenly lowered her head, picked up chopsticks and began to eat noodles in a big gulp.

The Taoist just chuckled softly and asked her a question.

"So the flowers are blooming?"

Xu Chunhua swallowed the noodles, her eyes were red, as if there would be a lot of wet and salty things hanging down at any time.

Of course, the flowers bloomed, and they always bloomed.

Xu Chunhua is not a cong blade, but it is also a human dream.

Sometimes the wind in the world is too messy, and those flowers in the spring breeze will inevitably sway, not knowing where to fall.

It's just that the wind will stop.

The wind will stop.

Thinking like this, Xu Chunhua raised her head, swallowed the mouthful of noodles, smiled with tears, and looked at the Taoist faintly.

"Of course it's on, you see, she's driving it well."

......

The wind and snow at the foot of the mountain were very strong, and even Nan Dequ felt that those wind and snow were like some sword intent scattered in the world, which made his face hurt.

However, the fire beside the rocks was very vigorous, like a huge and brilliant pumpkin flower.

The young man named Chen He, who was going to come to Luming to sell iron plate tofu, was taking the board used to carry things on Tianyan's car, and curled up beside the fire writing something.

Nan Dequ opened his eyes, dissipated his sword intent, and sighed softly.

This thirty-six-year-old human sword cultivator naturally also stayed in the Nine Realms of the Path.

Since entering Luming, all the way to the west, Nandequ has been trying to break through.

It's just that it's probably like what Zhang Xiaoyu said, whether they can enter the Great Dao or not, even for them, the disciples of the Human Sword Sect, is an unknowable thing.

Not all of them are a fish called Zhang Xiaoyu.

Not everyone is a teenager who can't see the snow in the world under an umbrella but is covered with fine snow.

Those Dao Fruits in the Nande Qu Divine Sea were probably still not enough to support him to enter such a realm.

As the sword intent dissipated, the wind and snow that had been roaring all year round blew more violently in this place. Nan Dequ looked at Chen He, who had been put down on the side and stretched out his hand to roast, and after thinking about it, he still left some sword intent behind, dispelling the wind and snow everywhere.

"What are you writing about?"

Nan Dequ looked at Chen He and asked with some curiosity.

Nandequ practiced all the way, and sometimes he would see Chen Hewo writing something in the wind and snow.

Chen He roasted his hands and said, "If you have nothing to do, write some stories, do you want to see it?" ”

Nan Dequ thought about it, looking at the fierce wind and snow outside the mountain, such a situation is naturally not suitable for hurrying, probably indeed suitable for nesting by the fire to read some stories, so he nodded.

Chen He sorted out the freshly written papers in front of him, and then reached out and handed them to Nandequ.

Fortunately, there is a sword cultivator by his side, otherwise he would have been blown away by the wind and snow.

Nan Dequ found a comfortable position - the people of the Human Sword Sect were probably able to find a posture that was as comfortable as the world.

This sword cultivator leaned on the mountain rocks on the side, and by the light of the fire in the wind and snow, he began to look at it seriously.

just looked at the beginning, and looked at Chen He very strangely.

"How do you feel like this isn't the beginning of the story?"

Chen He smiled and said, "I also wrote a lot of it before, but I forgot to take it away when I fell on Huaidu." ”

Maybe even if he brought, Chen He probably won't show Nande Qu.

After all, there is a young man in the book, who slashed Chen Yunxi with a sword, slashed the blade with a knife, and took the Peach Blossom Creek Bridge in the Sword Sect's garden to make his own bed.

If this is for Nande to watch, although it won't bother with Chen He, it's just not good after all.

Nandequ didn't care, and sat there quietly watching.

Chen He roasted his hands and began to sing some strange tunes again.

What you walk your way until we can't touch, I may dance alone, maybe walk alone in the streets.

Nande Qu has become accustomed to it, and by the edge of a snowstorm and fire, he watched the story written by Chen He.

That story is not long, although Chen He writes many pages with gusto.

"Chen Caomu can't be you."

Nande Qu muttered there.

Chen He smiled and said, "Yes." ”

"What about Xu Chunhua?"

Chen He thought about it and said very seriously: "Of course Xu Chunhua is Xu Chunhua." ”

This sounds like a lot of nonsense.

When the wind and snow gradually subsided, and some twilight fell on the mountain through the wind and snow, Nan Dequ finally finished reading such a story, sorted out the papers, and returned them to Chen He, and then looked at the young man who was smiling and humming a tune there.

Chen He looked at Nan Dequ's look, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Nandequ shook his head and said, "It's nothing. ”

This sentence is probably false, so after saying nothing, Nan Dequ probably still didn't suppress his curiosity, sat up straight, looked at Chen He and asked seriously: "So Chen Caomu did marry Xu Chunhua later?" ”

Chen He said with a smile: "Of course." ”

"Then why didn't you write after standing on top of Yunchuan together and watching the twilight?"

Chen He lowered his head and sorted out the papers, and said softly: "Because it's just right to write here." ”

Nan Dequ didn't understand what Chen He meant by this, but there was some snow wind blowing on the side of the fire that was originally shrouded by sword intent, and Chen He seemed to have lost his mind, and he didn't hold the papers tightly, so the story was blown into the fire like some fallen leaves.

Nan Dequ subconsciously wanted to pick up those pages, but Chen He sat there indifferently.

"It's polite to be affectionate."

The young man chuckled softly.

"It's not a good ending."

Nandequ was a little confused, and looked at the pages that had burned clean in the fire with regret.

"But what does that have to do with burning it?"

The young man stopped laughing, and quietly watched the story of a certain turn of ashes in the fire.

"Because in such a story, I have been holding on to my thoughts for a long time......"

Chen He didn't look at the fire dust again, stood up, turned to look at the wind and snow in the world, and said very seriously: "It will make my heart unright." ”

"If the heart is not right, no matter how far you go, it is all fake."

So this is something that has nothing to do with the dashing coming and going of idle clouds and wild cranes.

Nan Dequ looked at the young man standing in the cold wind and nodded thoughtfully.

It's just that Nan Dequ suddenly remembered something, squinted his eyes and quietly looked at the wind and snow that blew away his sword intent, and his eyes fell into the distance.

Sometimes the wind and snow in Luming will be so big that even cultivators can't move an inch, and sometimes it will gradually subside, and it will be as weak as a snowstorm in Nanyi City.

The twilight in the sky was filled with snow that was up and down.

In the distance, mountains cascade away.

The old stone road looms in the wind and snow, and I don't know how much heaven it is.