The grass was very melancholy and sat under the eaves of a certain place in Heavenly Town.

This young man in green clothes is probably not very happy.

Maybe it's the dean of a certain academy who is looking for him in the world, and he just doesn't want to see him.

Maybe it's June on earth—as Grass for Firefly said to the town girl named Muzihua, he doesn't like this season.

Therefore, even the appearance of drinking is melancholy and sad.

If it was a bright spring day, the boy would definitely be smiling, sitting on the eaves with his legs crossed, watching the flowers and leaves flying in the sky of the town, watching the people in the town come and go in the spring, and watching the mist of the big lake in the distance gradually dissipate - this is a very vibrant picture.

Mu Zihua was walking on the side of the town with a basket of plums and some plums.

The girl looked around, probably looking for the figure of the grass for the firefly.

She had gone to the lake before, and found that the grass that used to drink there was gone, and she didn't know where she had gone, but she was always in the town, so she took the basket of fruit and ran to the town to find him.

The old dog was on the side of the street with his tongue on the cold, and the cat didn't know where to run.

When the girl passed by the eaves at the edge of the town, she finally heard the voice of the grass for the fireflies with some melancholy.

"Did you grow these plums yourself?"

Mu Zihua raised her head, looked at the grass sitting on the eaves of the house, thought for a while, and said: "No, the plum trees I planted in the spring have not yet grown, and when I went to see them before, they were still blooming small white flowers there, and they would probably be much later." ”

Cao Weiyi said thoughtfully: "Then it seems that this is the one I planted." ”

Mu Zihua nodded.

The girl from the small town stood under the eaves with the basket of fruits, looked up at the grass and hesitated for a moment, and said, "You don't seem to be very happy, is it because spring has passed?" ”

Cao Weiying nodded very sincerely and said, "Yes, I think it's a pity. ”

Although this young man in green clothes once taught this small town girl very sincerely, asking her to learn to see every scenery in the world.

It's just that he probably doesn't like this kind of season himself.

Although there is a lot of fruit to eat.

But still don't like it.

If you don't like it, you don't like it

Mu Zihua sat down under the eaves, after all, she was not that teenager, she could go wherever she wanted.

Some of the eaves were too high for her to climb, so she had to sit underneath.

The grass is very melancholy, drinking wine on it.

Mu Zihua then took the fruit and ate it herself.

If the grass is firefly, it will definitely jump down, and since it didn't jump, it probably doesn't have the mood to eat.

This young girl, who had just met the world, ate plums for a while, until her teeth were a little sore, and then she wrinkled her nose and put down the plum in her hand.

Cao Weiying looked at Mu Zihua's appearance, but laughed softly, and said: "A fruit like this, no matter how sweet it is, will make your teeth sore if you eat too much." ”

Mu Zihua thought for a moment and said, "But it was sour from the beginning. ”

Cao Weiying said with some shame: "Probably because I didn't care about them after I planted them back then, but it shouldn't be so sour." ”

Mu Zihua threw the plum she was holding earlier into the grass on the eaves as a firefly.

The young man in green clothes took the plum, but he was stunned for a moment, and then said with a soft smile: "I don't have Qiong Jiu to report you." ”

Mu Zihua looked at the grass as a firefly a little blankly, not knowing what this sentence meant.

Cao Weiying didn't say anything more, picked up the plum and put it in his mouth, and then instantly gasped.

When Mu Zihua saw this scene, she covered her mouth and snickered below.

The plum tree was on the side of the road on the outskirts of the town, and it looked big and good, and Mu Zihua swallowed her saliva when she passed by there, until she picked one and tasted it, but she also understood a truth - if something looks good, but no one cares about it, then it probably really just looks good.

Cao Weihui took out the plum from his mouth with an embarrassed face, and looked at it melancholy for a long time.

Such a big and beautiful plum tastes so sour that it doesn't look good.

It's just that the thought of throwing it away makes me feel a little distressed.

After thinking about it for a long time, Cao Weiying still stuffed it into his wine gourd.

Mu Zihua was very surprised to see this scene, probably this small opening can be stuffed into such a big thing, it is indeed a very incomprehensible thing.

However, she has gradually realized that people are not the same.

This boy didn't seem to be much different from the boy in the town - Mu Zihua remembered that she seemed to have seen a lot of grass as fireflies, grass for wine as fireflies, and grass for tofu as fireflies, but since that year, those grasses have disappeared, and each has its own appearance.

But Mu Zihua knew that he was supernatural.

Mu Zihua lowered her head, didn't look at the young man who was dangling the cyan reeds there, didn't know what he was thinking, but after a long time, he suddenly raised his head, looked at the grass for the firefly and said very seriously: "If you don't like something, then why let it stay in the world?" ”

Cao Weiying hadn't recovered from that sourness, and said with a sad face: "It's just that I don't like it, if it's just because I don't like it, I want to destroy it, this is wrong, maybe it's what I don't like, it's the most reasonable and correct thing in the world?" ”

Mu Zihua nodded as if she didn't understand, and after a while, she seemed to suddenly think of something, and her eyes were shining and she looked at the grass for fireflies and said: "Then can we do this - put spring in one place, put summer in one place, so if you like spring, go to spring, and if you like summer, go to summer....."

Cao Weiyi raised her eyebrows and looked at the girl under the eaves, and then laughed softly and said; "Absolutely. But how do you do it? What will happen to the world? Plum flowers bloom in late spring and early summer, and without enough climate and sunshine, they can only be sour. So when it fell, it was like crying tears like rain. ”

The girl really didn't seem to have thought about such a question, and lowered her head a little melancholy, looking at the fruits in the basket that because of the past years, the world is always spring, and the plum tree is used to having very sour teeth.

"Of course, if it can be like that, that's really good."

Grass comforts such a small town girl for Hotaru.

"Imagination is a great thing. When the world sees fire, it can't just think that it's fire, and think about how to use it. ”

The young man in green clothes sat on the eaves and looked up at the world where the distant fog was still there, and said softly: "When people go forward, the years are meaningful, and history is worth remembering." ”

Mu Zihua looked up at the young man, she didn't know why, she always felt that there seemed to be some sadness and sadness in the clear eyes of this young man.

"You ......"

Mu Zihua said hesitantly.

"Are you leaving town?"

Cao Weiyi sat there quietly, taking a big gulp of wine with a cyan beard, and the plum that was originally intended to be soaked in the wine was poured out again.

The boy didn't think the plums were sour, nor did he think the wine was bad.

"Probably yes."

Mu Zihua suddenly fell silent, holding the basket with both hands, and sat there a little overwhelmed.

The grass drank wine for a long time, then jumped down from the eaves, picked several fruits from the basket in Mu Zihua's hand, took them in his hand and ate them, and walked along the town street to the outside, and then stopped at the town gate, where the old dog was lying on his stomach, and looked out at the big lake and some mountain cliff mist on the other side of the sea of flowers.

At the beginning, Cao Weiying said to a young man under an umbrella that the other side of the mountain is still a mountain, and the other side of the lake is still a lake.

This is certainly true.

While eating those plums, Cao Weiying looked back at Mu Zihua and said with a soft smile, "Do you want to go outside the town to have a look?" ”

Mu Zihua stood up with the basket and looked at the young man in green clothes not far away for a long time, and then nodded seriously.

Grass for Hotaru must have something more to tell her.

Mu Zihua thought sadly.

The two of them walked slowly on the path of the sea of flowers, the young man in the green dress held the green reeds and nibbled on the plums in his hand, and the girl carried a basket full of fruits.

The old dog didn't know when he also stood up, shook the fallen leaves off his body, wagged his tail in reverse steps, and followed the two.

The two of them and a dog walked through the sea of flowers and the great lake in the June sunshine of the world, and then climbed over the misty mountains until they stopped on a cliff between the mountains.

The wind came, blowing the leaves all over the world, and flew in front of Mu Zihua's eyes, and then fell to the huge and distant earth.

Mu Zihua gradually opened her mouth.

She thought that the meaning of the world was a town within a radius of several miles.

Until the grass brought her to such a cliff.

This was the first time she had seen such a picture, standing under a mountain cliff and looking down, the mountains of the world undulating, and the distant mountains were covered with a touch of snow. The cliffs of the valley are slowly closing and becoming a vast plain. Thousands of great lakes have come together and lie together on the earth. There are many smoke-filled towns that converge next to the land of flowing water. A shepherd boy was riding a black ox, and the cow was stretching its neck and sipping water from the brook at the foot of the mountain.

The girl looked at the world in shock.

It's like a frog that lives at the bottom of a well all day long, jumping out by chance, only to find that the moonlight shines on the silver frost all over the world.

So small, so big.

Cao Weiying smiled slightly and said: "The clouds and mist are dispersed, the mountains and cliffs merge, and the big lakes converge, so that we can be the real world." ”

Naturally, there were countless mountains and towns to see, as well as lazy drinking young men.

Until they are no longer separated from each other.

Mu Zihua couldn't speak for a long time, just clutched the basket in her hand tightly.

The girl of the town looked back at the cliff clouds that had come from them—and they were slowly dissipating.

"But I don't know what kind of way such a world will go in the future, I don't know ......"

Cao Weiying raised the wine gourd in his hand, took a sip of wine, looked at the girl who had never seen the world who couldn't calm down, and smiled slightly.

In front of the vast world, in front of the gentle and charming smile of the grass as a firefly, this girl is indeed like a small plum flower that is weak and trembling by the wind by chance.

"I'll give it to you, Miss Plum Flower."

......

Yao Ji stood quietly on the shore of Jingsi Lake, and the scholar who had seen the avenue of the Hanging Courtyard first, and then began to embark on the path of cultivation, sat silently aside.

"The dean has been away from Nanyi City for a long time."

The scholar looked down at a lake of flat water, but it was probably a little difficult to calm down in his heart, after all, such a rebel scholar who left Nanyi City without knowing where to go after talking to the goddess was his teacher.

I love my teacher, and I love the truth even more, which is naturally commendable.

But respecting teachers is also the foundation of human inheritance.

"Where the hell has he gone, Lady Priestess?"

Yun Hu didn't know how to turn his head to look at Yao Ji on the side, and asked very seriously.

This Gu Chu goddess who holds an umbrella and is full of divine power, probably the only thing that makes people feel unreasonable is the floral socks and small shoes on her feet.

It's just that Yao Ji didn't look at those things, nor did she answer Yun Hu's unknown questions, but just quietly looked at the divine power under her umbrella, which was faintly cut off by some inexplicable things.

It took a long time for this ancient god and ghost to finally raise his head and quietly look at the sky in the world.

There is certainly nothing unusual about the June sky.

It's just that the scholar who originally planned to continue to ask questions suddenly noticed something, and raised his head in surprise.

The scholars who have been in Nanyi City for more than a year can also clearly realize at this time that it is a kind of diffuse, as equal as the moonlight that has sprinkled into the world.

Yun Hu didn't know what was going on, his expression became solemn, and he looked at Yao Ji, who looked calm on the side, but there was divine power rippling around him.

"What is this?"

Yao Ji watched for a long time before she finally lowered her head and said in a gentle tone, "If you are a mayfly living in a big lake. One day, I suddenly found that the trees by the lake began to be blown by the wind, as if the world was falling, and all kinds of shaking down, so you asked a green butterfly passing by, and you said - what is this? ”

Yao Ji said with a sigh: "Yun Hu doesn't know, you said that a butterfly, how to explain the wind in the world to the ephemeral mayfly?" ”

Yun Hu looked up at the distant sky in a daze.

This scholar finally remembered something, in the spring of the wind calendar of one thousand and three, there was a young man in green clothes who used to fish here and wash his feet.

After a long time, the scholar recalled the stories of the young man, lowered his head, looked at Yao Ji on the side, and said softly: "Yun Hu doesn't know that it is naturally a mayfly, but how can the goddess be a green butterfly?" You should be the one who watches the wind by the lake. ”

Yao Ji smiled slightly and said, "I am a person who watches the wind, but if you think about it again, if it is not a lake, it is not the wind, but someone has his eyes fanning, his eyelashes are swaggering, he wakes up from his sleep and takes a look at the ...... of the world."

Yun Hu fell silent.

"Today's Fang Xin...."The Gu Chu Divine Maiden said softly, "The avenue is very large, and the sword cliff is very high. Qinglian ..... Qinglian ......"

The ancients cannot be seen, and the present cannot be traced.

The Grinding Sword Cliff thousands of years ago is indeed not the same cliff as the Grinding Sword Cliff today.

It's just that even if such a goddess sighs so admiringly at the gradual recovery of a certain person who rubs Suyue, there is still no panic in her expression.

The Witch Ghost Cult more than covered the sorghum back then.

In even more ancient times, the world used to worship gods and ghosts until the appearance of such a northern temple.

Therefore, the Taiyi Spring Festival, in Nanyi City, is called Yuan Xi.

The world is full of people in their eyes, but Yao Ji is naturally not.

Since the resurgence of the Great Ze, the divine power of this ancient goddess has naturally been restored through the power of the River Styx.

The position of the righteous god in the world, why not sit with the moon in his arms?

Yao Ji stood quietly by the lake, and only then did she finally answer the scholar's question.

"The prime minister is trying to find such a young man in the world and persuade him with reason."

Yun Hu didn't know that he had a good reputation since he was a child, and although he was often humble, he still had a lot of pride in his heart after all.

At this time, facing the big lake and mayflies in the world, it is natural that I can't let go of it for a long time.

It took a long time for the scholar of the Hanging Academy to whisper: "What if the master can't convince such a person? ”

Yao Ji said calmly: "Then the heavenly people see the heavenly people." ”

Yun Hu fell silent.

......

The armor has receded.

In today's Nanyi City, there are only those southern rebels and some people from the Hanging Courtyard, even if there are these people, there are not many, after all, more people are now on the Lingnan side.

The departure of the witch armor bathed in divine power naturally made the battle in Lingnan Shanyue tight, but with the arrival of many cultivators in the southern Hanging Academy, those Huai'an troops were still contained in the north of Lingnan, and even faintly continued to advance northward.

After all, it was naturally unbalanced to participate in such a war that belonged to the human world with so many people from the Hanging Courtyard with a high realm.

Naturally, there are not only gentlemen in the Hanging Courtyard, but also many students who walk in the world, plus the Huangliang Hanging Courtyard, which is known for its witches and ghosts, and is naturally an extremely difficult existence on the battlefield.

It is this ancient city in the south that continues to be quiet.

A young man who was supposed to leave with the armor of Huangliang still stayed in this city for some reason.

Zhao Xingxing sat under the tomb mountain, looking at the mountain in the city covered with cyan stone tablets for a long time.

Maybe it's also a heavy mountain.

The boy who once dreamed of being the happy general of Zhenbei, after experiencing many terrifying bloody stories, finally understood the heavy meaning of many things.

He also seemed to finally understand why such a young man from the Sword Sect would suddenly draw his sword and use the sword intent of the Sword Sect to cut down the stone tablet of the tomb mountain, causing those besieging the mountain and moon army to almost overturn outside the city in the mountain.

If it were not for the sake of the peace of the world, then war would be meaningless.

These wars in the South.

The boy raised his head and looked at the twilight quietly, thinking very sincerely.

It's really wrong and shouldn't be.

Hu Lu sent a sword to cut down the monument, and then left such an ancient city and did not know where to go.

It's just that Zhao Xingxing stayed here.

All day long looking at those tombstones from thousands of years ago.

It's like atoning for all the desires of oneself that he once had.