You can't think about it, and it's sinful to think about it.

This is the most famous words of the previous generation of the sect master of the Sword Sect in the world, who laughed and stayed in the world.

Although in his opinion, what he is most proud of is that he wrote a book called "Peach Blossom Aesthetics", but that book is rarely read in the Hanging Courtyard, let alone others.

On the contrary, it is the feeling of being injured because he wanted to draw his sword, which is well known to the world.

Of course, there is also sin.

Although the gentleman of the world does not have a conscience.

But that is for others, for the world and for the world, the conscience is naturally an extremely important and inseparable part.

Even the Ghost Division, the predecessor of Heavenly Prison, although he watched the ghosts in the hearts of the world for His Majesty, they also knew that the ghosts in the hearts of the people of the world were unpredictable and could not be caught.

Zhao is happy to be so.

The same is true for the prime minister.

The dean of the Hanging Academy, far away from Nanyi City and far away from Lingnan, although he is looking for the traces of the young man in the world, but from a certain point of view, this white-clothed prime minister is not avoiding some stories.

Even teenagers know right and wrong, and such a college dean doesn't know anything?

I haven't really drunk for thousands of years, even if I was in the Sword Sect Garden, drinking with Cong Jian Xiqiao, I was just pretending to be drunk, but in the story of the Great Wind Calendar One Thousand and Four, I was often drunk in the world.

The scholar in white is in the East China Sea.

The scholar in white gets drunk in the East China Sea.

Qing Xiang is not a sword cultivator, so he can eat noodles from a certain noodle restaurant without any scruples.

Then holding a pot of wine, he sat on the street of the town under the high cliff, watching the sword light of the East China Sea.

Donghai has recently killed a lot of sword cultivators, and a lot of people have also died.

From those two Sword Sect disciples, the sword battle in the air.

Just like what the shopkeeper of the noodle restaurant named Wang Xiaoer and a sword cultivator named Chen Huaifeng said at the beginning, the sword travels thousands of miles, and it plows through the world.

After so many years of sword cultivation in the world, there are few people who choose this way.

But Zhang Xiaoyu is probably crazy.

Therefore, Chen Huaifeng had to take the sword, and the East China Sea Sword Sect also had to take the sword—those sword lights fell on such a sword sect.

Qing Xiang just sat quietly on the street, looking at the sword light that passed through the world.

The town is safe and sound.

Those sword lights couldn't fall on the side of the cliff.

"These bastards, sooner or later, the world will be finished with them!"

Wang Xiaoer, the shopkeeper of the noodle restaurant, took a sip, and then walked out of the noodle restaurant with a bowl of noodles and squatted in front of the noodle restaurant, like a monkey of a prehistoric civilization, squatting on the edge of the forest and watching the flow of cars and horses in the world.

Qing Xiang drank wine and glanced back at Wang Xiaoer, who was smiling next to him—this scholar was actually a little apprehensive in his heart.

In case the shopkeeper of this noodle restaurant, the shopkeeper of the world, knew that he was the dean of the Hanging Yuan who rebelled in the south, he would probably scold him even harder.

Because when the prime minister first came, he heard the shopkeeper scolding, saying that the three people in white clothes in Nanyi City were not good things.

Cong Jian and Zhang Xiaoyu are naturally dressed in white, and the remaining one, even if Qing Xiang thinks about it with the wine pot in his hand, he knows that he is scolding himself.

So the prime minister was just silent and didn't say anything.

It wasn't until Wang Xiaoer began to bring noodles out to the guests in the noodle restaurant and scolded the world's sword cultivation that this scholar said a little weakly, Lingnan sword cultivation is a good thing.

As soon as these words came out, the noodle shop was full of echoing voices, and people tried their best to boast about such a Sword Sect.

It's like.

It's as if he is praising Lingnan so noisily, so he is also like a very good person.

The Sword Sect may not all be bad people, and the people of the world may not all be good people.

The prime minister didn't say anything.

There are not many guests today, so Wang Xiaoer came out with a bowl of noodles and ate there by himself, looking at the sword light in the sky, scolded his mother for a while, and looked at the prime minister who was drinking on the side.

"Are you waiting for someone here?"

When the prime minister heard this, he was silent for a while, then nodded and said, "Yes." ”

"Waiting for whom?"

Wang Xiaoer asked vaguely while picking up the noodles.

The one who asks asks is vague, and the one who answers is also vague.

"Someone who loves to drink as much as I do."

"It's good to drink, it's good to drink."

Wang Xiaoer suddenly sighed and said, "It's a pity that I don't know how to make wine, otherwise I would drink every day, so I don't have to watch these troubles." ”

Qing Xiang silently looked at this noodle restaurant Xiao Er, probably very emotional.

How come you don't know how to make wine?

If you don't know how to make wine, why would I wait here for someone for so long?

But the prime minister didn't say anything, just took a sip of the wine in the jug, and then stood up and walked towards a nearby tavern.

"By the way, help me make a bowl of noodles too."

"Okay!"

Wang Xiaoer finished his bowl of noodles very neatly, and then walked into the noodle restaurant.

When the prime minister came back from buying wine, Wang Xiaoer had not yet made good noodles, and this scholar with black plum spots on top of his white clothes continued to sit outside the noodle restaurant and drink wine alone.

When Wang Xiaoer came out with the bowl of noodles with a lot of chili oil, he asked a little suspiciously.

"You love spicy food so much, you can't be from Nanyi City."

Qing Xiang poured two sips of wine with some weakness, and then said seriously: "No, I am a person from Huangliang Rumors." ”

Wang Xiaoer nodded in a sudden realization.

Qing Xiang did not lie, he was naturally a person of yellow rumors, but he stayed in Nanyi City for a long time later.

The white-clothed scholar was worried that Wang Xiaoer would ask something that made him uneasy, so he opened the topic.

"What's so good about drinking?"

Wang Xiaoer, who was looking up at the sky, didn't react for a while, looked down at Qingxiang who was sitting there with his face in his hand, and said suspiciously: "What? ”

Qing Xiang put down the wine jug, pinched the noodle bowl in one hand, and drank the noodle soup there as if he was drinking, and lit his subsidel position with the other.

"I have alcoholicism, and when I went to the doctor for examination, it was already in the late stage of alcoholicism, and he said to me, you can't drink anymore, keep drinking, sooner or later you will drink yourself to death."

Qing Xiang looked at Wang Xiaoer's surprised gaze, picked up the chopsticks, and continued: "But I didn't believe it at the time, I thought, I'm ..... How could such a good person as Qingci drink and drink himself to death? Good people should be rewarded. ”

Qing almost said his real name, but fortunately, the old drunkard was not a drunkard, and he would talk nonsense when he drank some alcohol, and he quickly turned around.

Wang Xiaoer said with a sigh: "Maybe there will indeed be good people in the past, but it is difficult to say in the future." ”

The prime minister fell silent.

The night is not closed, the road is not forgotten, and it is probably still impossible to describe a real prosperous era, which can only show that the world lives a rich life.

Perhaps the most simple description of a truly good world is that good people have good rewards.

If good people are not rewarded, then how can such a world be said to be good?

Qing Xiang lowered his head and ate his noodles, thinking that it was no wonder that he had drunkard, and he was probably not a good person.

When he thought about it like this, he was a little relieved, but there were also a lot of apprehensions.

Why do people breathe a sigh of relief when they find out that they are not good people?

Qing Xiang didn't dare to think about it anymore, and ate the noodles in a big gulp, and then pretended to be calm and said, "I may indeed die." ”

Wang Xiaoer didn't know the meaning behind such a sentence, and sighed and said, "Then you better drink less bars." ”

Qing Xiang laughed when he heard this, and said, "I'm going to die anyway, why don't you drink more?" Drinking is not a task, I was overwhelmed, so I put it down? ”

Wang Xiaoer looked at Qing Xiang and asked, "Then what is this?" ”

Qing Xiang thought for a while and said: "This is a preference, just like someone who can't forget the peach blossom when he dies, and he can't give up the world when he dies." ”

So there's never been anything you can't let go of? Be a little chic.

What can be put down is not called chic.

What you can't put down is.

It's like I knew I would die if I drank and I would die if I rebelled, but I did it anyway.

Wang Xiaoer thought there with his cheeks on his back.

"So what are my preferences? Below? It doesn't seem to be, winemaking? It's a pity that I don't know how to make wine. ”

Qing Xiang said softly: "Preferences are like a peach blossom in life. ”

Wang Xiaoer was stunned and asked, "What do you mean?" ”

"It means that there can be or there can be none, and people will not have to die because they have no preferences."

Wang Xiaoer thought seriously for a long time and said, "Then what do the people of their Daomen mean when they say that their hearts are like ashes and their bodies are like trees?" ”

Qing Xiang looked at the noodle restaurant under the sword cliff of the East China Sea in surprise, and said seriously: "You still read the Taoist Classics? ”

Wang Xiaoer said as a matter of course: "We are mayflies in the world, where there is water for birth, we will naturally be attached to it." The people of the Sword Sect are very bad, so naturally we can only go and see the people of the Dao Sect. ”

The prime minister sighed and said, "Don't look at the door, just look at yourself." ”

"Why?"

"When you find that the world is a mess, you will know that whether it is the Sword Sect or the Dao Sect, it is not all good things."

Wang Xiaoer sighed, and then asked, "So what does that mean?" ”

Qing Xiang picked a chopstick noodle and stuffed it into his mouth, saying something indistinctly.

"What?"

Wang Xiaoer didn't hear clearly.

Qing Xiang swallowed the mouth and said it again.

"Nothing to rely on, the meaning of leisure."

Wang Xiaoer scratched his head and thought for a long time, and then said sincerely: "I still don't understand." ”

Qing Xiang thought for a while and said, "There's no need to understand, it's best to be alive." ”

The shopkeeper of the noodle shop sighed and said: "That's true, although people in the world often say that everyone understands the big truth, and it is difficult to control the small emotions, but in fact, we don't understand any big truth, and those who understand the truth in the world are unreasonable.....

"Because it doesn't make sense." Qing Xiang held on to the chopsticks, held the bowl and blew, and then drank the soup in a big gulp. "There are different opinions in the world, and all the truths are contradictory in the end, and the so-called two words are just general names for some rules that cannot be explained and cannot be normalized."

Wang Xiaoer looked at the man in white in surprise.

He probably hadn't heard of such a thing.

Qing Xiang raised his head, looked at the sword lights in the sky that shuttled from time to time, and said softly: "If the reason makes sense, then why do these things appear?" ”

Wang Xiaoer understood now.

Therefore, the truth is nothing but a contradiction in the experience of the world. What is in the same river naturally does not need to be reasonable—when it does, it already illustrates the irrevocable contradiction of those things. ”

The prime minister looked at the shopkeeper of this noodle shop with admiration.

"You're smart."

Wang Xiaoer scratched his head a little embarrassed.

After all, there is no shortage of people in the town who say that he is doing a good job, but this is the first time that someone has praised him for being smart.

He thought about it, looked at Qing Xiang again, and said seriously: "But why do you also know so much?" ”

After eating the noodles, Qing Xiang put down the dishes and chopsticks, picked up the wine jug and took a big sip.

"Because I'm a Taoist."

Qing Xiang is a big demon, a scholar, and a dean, but in the land of Huai'an, he has an identity that cannot be ignored.

That is the pious materialist dialectical Taoist overhaul.

Cultivation and cultivation are naturally not the same thing.

Wang Xiaoer continued to ask: "Then are you a good person or a bad person?" ”

Qing Xiang was stunned for a moment while holding the wine jug, then looked at Wang Xiaoer and said, "Why did you suddenly ask this question?" ”

Wang Xiaoer said melancholy: "Who is a good person who can be so reasonable? ”

Good people are unreasonable, but reasonable.

Bad guys are reasonable, but unreasonable.

The former is unreasonable, because knowledge and action are one.

The latter is reasonable, because he knows that he is not the same as what he seems.

Wang Xiaoer is probably not stupid.

So the prime minister sighed and said, "If I say it, don't scold me." ”

Wang Xiaoer said sincerely: "You say come and see, if it's not very bad, I won't scold you." ”

"I'm the prime minister."

"Fuck you!"

.......

Qing Xiang left the noodle shop with the flask in his arms.

After Wang Xiaoer learned that he was the prime minister who caused the south to fall into fire and water, he directly picked up the noodle bowl on the side and was about to buckle it on the prime minister's head.

This great demon in the world, a thousand-year-old scholar, and a pious Taoist, had to flee there in embarrassment, and wandered around the town with the sound of swords struck everywhere, and finally left the town and sat down by the stream under the cliff - it seemed that everyone would sit for a while on the bank of such an ungodly stream, and then talk to himself about many things.

After all, this Qingxi is the place where the saint Li Er died.

Qing Xiang sat by the stream and drank wine, thinking very silently.

Li Er never reasoned with the world back then.

As soon as he sat there, the world knew that he was wrong.

This is only a thousand years later, and even tens of millions of years, it is an irreproducible picture of the world.

It's not because the world is unreasonable, but because the world has begun to be reasonable, and there are too many truths in the world, and the world can't be silent.

Once upon a time, once upon a time, once simple, once upon a time, quiet.

In a sense, it is not a tribute to ignorance.

Unreasonableness has the advantage of being unreasonable, and being reasonable has the advantage of being reasonable.

Even if everything is contradictory in the end, it is the same as fire and water.

But isn't it the meaning of all the streams in the world?

Of course, a stone is a stone, and a plant will only be a plant.

If you talk in the vernacular, you can turn plants and trees into stones, which is the most heartbreaking thing for Taoists.

The prime minister sat there for a long time, until the world gradually sprinkled the June twilight in the clear stream.

There was a figure stepping on those sparkling pictures and coming slowly.

Prime Minister turned around and raised an eyebrow.

It wasn't some young man in a green shirt who had picked up a sword from the stream.

It's not a young man in a green dress who doesn't have a sword on his back - although there are countless grasses in the world.

But there's probably no grass here.

There is only one Taoist, and another Taoist.

"Someone who is missing a door?"

The Taoist who was meticulous, but there were many white-haired Taoists, bowed very respectfully.

"There is a lack of a wooden wind, and I have seen my predecessors."

Of course, Qing Xiang is a senior, and when this big demon first read the five thousand words of Qingniu, it was a story thousands of years ago.

Qing Xiang looked at the Taoist quietly for a long time, and then said slowly: "Xie Chaoyu's junior brother? ”

Mu Shaofeng shook his head and said very seriously: "He is my uncle." ”

It's just that whether it is a junior brother or an uncle, probably in a sense, such a Taoist can be said to be a person of Qingtian Dao.

After all, in the rebellion of Qingtian Dao back then, although Bai Fengyu had more than three disciples of Xie Chaoyu, most of them died in those stories, since he was called Uncle Xie Chaoyu, he was naturally the old man of Qingtian Dao.

Perhaps when those stories happened, such a Taoist was still an ignorant teenager.

Until the years change, the white green silk.

Qing Xiang looked at the Nine Stacks Daoist named Mu Shaofeng for a long time, then turned his head and said softly, "Have all the people who lack a door start to walk in the world?" ”

Mu Shaofeng stood quietly beside Qing Xiang, sighed and said, "I have to walk in the world without a door." ”

Qing Xiang listened to such a meaningful sentence, narrowed his eyes, took a sip of wine, looked at a stream of twilight, and said slowly: "What do you mean?" ”

Mu Shaofeng didn't answer, just looked at Qing Xiang and said, "The junior has a question I want to ask the senior." ”

The prime minister was silent for a while and said, "What's the problem?" ”

Mu Shaofeng looked at Qing Xiang with a solemn expression, and said in a deep voice: "Do you remember that in the Hanging Courtyard, there is a Mr. Qingniu Yuan named Xie Cangsheng?" ”

Qing Xiang narrowed his eyes, brought the wine jug in his hand to his lips, and slowly put it down, turning his head to look deeply at Mu Shaofeng.

"Of course, I remember that at the beginning of this year, he had already resigned and left the Hanging Courtyard."

Mu Shaofeng seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, then looked up at the distant mountains in the twilight of the world, and then turned his head to look at the boundless East China Sea.

"Does he have anything to do with your lack of a course?"

Qing Xiang said slowly.

Mu Shaofeng sighed softly.

"Of course there is, and it's very relevant."

When he heard this, Qing Xiang seemed to have understood a lot of things, and said softly as if he was waking up from a dream: "It turns out that he is Xie Chaoyu's son, but such a thing may not be worth letting you come to see me." ”

Mu Shaofeng looked down at the scholar who was drinking by the stream, and said softly, "Yes." If Uncle Li Shanhe is not mistaken......"

"The story of the wind and rain in the world may not be in your hanging courtyard."

At the beginning, the prime minister once stood in the small building of the Spring Garden in the Hanging Courtyard, and sighed that the wind was blowing.

It's just that even the prime minister himself never thought about it.

Maybe the wind did come from there.