Some people are coming back, some people are leaving, and in such an ancient city, of course, there are also people who are in a daze.

Yun Hu didn't know that he had long lost the mind to meditate and practice, and after learning the inevitable story between Yao Ji and a young man in green clothes, he couldn't even read the book, and walked in the courtyard very sadly.

The bamboo leaves in June are verdant, and when they fall on the ground at twilight, they do complement those sparse shadows.

The wind is full of sound.

When the scholar stopped and looked at the bamboo cultivation in the forest by the side of the road, there were other voices behind him.

Yun Hu didn't know how to turn around, only to see that Mr. Mei, who had not been seen for a long time, had returned.

Although the southern story is chaotic, it will naturally have no impact on these miscellaneous gentlemen in the Hanging Courtyard after all.

Mr. Mei was a little unwell in May, so he asked for leave to go back during that time, and he never came, until today, Yunhu didn't know how to see this middle-aged man again.

"Mr. Mei's illness is cured?"

Yun Hu didn't know what to call Mr. Mei and asked with concern, Mr. Mei was called Yun Hu didn't know that they learned it with Chen Henandao.

Mr. Mei lowered his head and swept the fallen leaves on the ground, sighed softly and said, "As I get older, how can I be good if I say it is good." ”

In fact, Mr. Mei is naturally not very old.

This year, he is only in his forties.

It's just that I'm probably getting older, and I'm naturally getting older.

Yun Hu didn't know what he thought the same way, looking at this porter who had always behaved very old since last spring, and said softly: "The dean has not been old for a thousand years, how can Mr. Mei be considered old?" ”

Mr. Mei, who was actually surnamed Li, smiled softly, stood up straight, and stood there with a broom.

"The longevity of the hospital is unknown, and a thousand years is naturally not old, but the world has been dying for a hundred years, and it is approaching half a hundred, so it is natural to say that they are going to grow old."

Yun Hu didn't know how to smile as well.

In fact, both of them knew what the real reason for making people grow old, but no one mentioned it.

The wind rose in the world, blowing the bamboo leaves on the road and flying chaotically, Yun Hu subconsciously raised his hand and stopped the fallen leaves that were blown away with the vitality of heaven and earth.

Mr. Mei stood there with a broom in amazement, looking at this scholar who had only really begun to step into the cultivation world last year.

"The vitality in Mr.'s body is much thicker again."

Yun Hu didn't know that he had dissipated those vitality, but just said melancholy: "It's not enough." ”

Even if Mr. Mei used to come out of the courtyard, he still couldn't understand whether this was worth talking about, or whether it was not the meaning of the Great Dao.

Most of the things you don't understand are things that have nothing to do with you.

The wind was cool in the twilight, but Mr. Mei lowered his head and coughed for a long time, and then took the broom and continued to sweep the leaves on the ground.

Yun Hu didn't know that he was probably a little depressed, so he looked at it a little on the side, but asked Mr. Mei for a broom, and swept the fallen leaves on the road together.

The twilight was deep, and although there were few in the courtyard, there were always some students left in the schoolhouse, and the two of them swept the leaves and lit the lamps all the way.

Yun Hu didn't know as if he had really forgotten those sad things.

Just the wonderful, peaceful work of sweeping the lights, naturally will always come to an end.

Yun Hu didn't know that he was holding a broom and stopped at the gate of the Hanging Courtyard, and Mr. Mei was lighting the lamp in the courtyard next to him.

The secluded alley outside the door was dusk.

The moss in the stone crevices of those lanes is far less green than in spring, and some of them are dull and grow there, like mildew everywhere.

After Mr. Mei lit the lamp, when he came out with the oil lamp in his hand, he saw Yun Hu standing there in a daze, but he also asked with some curiosity: "What is Mr. Yun Hu thinking?" ”

Yun Hu didn't know how to look back, maybe he did remember something, and said with a soft smile: "I remembered a wonderful story about wandering around in March last year. ”

Mr. Mei naturally thought about it.

The young man named Chen He had nothing to do one night, so he pulled the young man to pull Yun Hu Zhizhi, and also pulled Mr. Mei, and the four of them wandered together to Nanyi City.

So the two gentlemen who stayed behind probably had some meaning of rediscovering the old things, put down the guys in their hands, and slowly walked through the alley in the twilight story, towards the old world where the old people were gone.

The two of them walked around all the way.

I don't know if it's the June evening breeze that makes people drowsy, or the rather strong twilight that makes people intoxicated.

Mr. May was a little dizzy as he walked a long way down those quiet and sparsely populated streets.

Fortunately, not far away is a section of the Nanyi River, the river is transparent with the wind, Yun Hu did not know how to help Mr. Mei to the river and blew the river breeze against the guardrail, Mr. Mei felt much better, and stood there with a sigh, as if joking: "So the physique of the world is probably indeed different." Some people in their forties are alive and well, wandering around and not seeing anything, but some people always have a feeling of illness. ”

Yun Hu didn't know if he didn't agree, he just stood there and frowned and looked at Mr. Mei for a long time, and then said softly: "Mr. Mei went back to recuperate some time ago, has he ever seen a doctor?" ”

Mr. Mei smiled and said, "Naturally, the doctor said that I am weak and weak, and I should make up for it as much as possible." It's not a big deal. ”

Yun Hu didn't know how to relax a little and didn't say anything.

Mr. Mei faced the quiet wind of a river - many years ago, when this porter was a young student who had just arrived at the Hanging Academy, he probably did not think that one day, he would use the word loneliness to describe the scenery in this ancient city.

"So sometimes, it's still good to be a demon, you see that the dean has had drunkenness for so many years, but nothing happens."

Yun Hu didn't know how to just smile wistfully and didn't say anything.

Mr. Mei blew the wind, sighed more and more, and slowly walked towards the bridge over the river not far away, stopped on the bridge, squinted and stood in the wind for a long time, and then looked at the quiet Yunhu under the bridge, and said with a smile: "In fact, in the spring of last year, when the two boys from Chen Henandao were here looking at the prosperous night in the world, I always subconsciously thought that maybe many years later, I would sigh when I heard the news from the world here. ”

Yun Hu naturally understood what Mr. Mei meant, looked up at him and smiled softly and said, "It's just that probably you and I didn't expect that those two people would be heard from as soon as they left." ”

Of course, not all stories in the world will have an echo.

Mr. Mei said with a sigh: "After all, I could see at that time that the hospital's attitude towards Nandao and Chen He was actually very ambiguous. So I always think about the many stories that have become famous. ”

Yun Hu didn't know but thought about it, and then said seriously: "Maybe Mr. Mei will wait a little longer, and in a few more years, he will be able to wait for those stories." ”

Mr. Mei smiled, but he was noncommittal about what Yun Hu didn't know.

Yun Hu didn't know how to walk to the bridge.

There was a small boat drifting in the twilight in the distance.

Whether it was Yun Hu or Mr. Mei, they all looked at the boat with some surprise.

Such a scene is very similar to the appearance of a little demon named Rat Mouse who came from the boat.

It wasn't until the boat approached that Mr. Mei looked away in relief.

The boat is naturally a Upeng boat, but the person at the head of the boat is not a rat, but a woman.

It's just that Yun Hu didn't know that when he saw the woman at the head of the boat, there was a lot of surprise in his eyes, and he looked at it a little in surprise, and then asked with some uncertainty: "Senior Cong Xin?" ”

This scholar is probably the first person to call Cong Xin by his seniors.

The barefoot woman in peach at the head of the boat probably didn't like such a title that made people feel that the years were long at a glance, so she didn't respond to Yun Hu's ignorance, but just sat quietly on the side of the boat, treading water and watching the twilight of the world.

Yun Hu probably realized that he should have said something wrong, and then quickly changed his words.

"Cong Xin."

The eyebrows and eyes were as clean as the woman who had walked out of the painting, and then she raised her head to look at the scholar on the bridge—in fact, such a scene itself resembled a painting of a boat on the twilight river.

Compared with the mouse demon who once held a boat on the river all day long, there are actually very few people in the world who have seen Cong Xin.

And those who have seen Cong Xin like this are even rarer.

As for Yun Hu who didn't know why he recognized it, it was naturally because his own teacher had told Yun Hu the story of such a human sword sect peach blossom demon.

Although the scholar stopped the barefoot woman in peach clothes who was sailing on the river for some reason, he didn't know what to say, so he stood there and hesitated for a long time before he asked a little unfamiliarly, "Why did you come out?" ”

The speed of the boat drifting gradually slowed down on the side of the bridge.

The boat-headed woman looked up at the young scholar of Huangliang quietly for a long time, and then looked at Nanyi City, and said very plainly: "Come out and have a look." ”

The scholar didn't know that in the current Sword Sect Garden, the last sword cultivator had also left, so he was naturally a little puzzled, just thinking that Cong Jian had died in the East China Sea after all, this scholar didn't ask too much, just smiled slightly, and said, "It's good." ”

Cong Xin lowered his head again, and the boat passed under the bridge.

Yun Hu didn't know how to turn his head and quietly looked at the peach-clothed woman he had never seen in the world.

Only then did Mr. Mei ask softly on the side, "It turns out that the heart of the Human Sword Sect is like this?" ”

Yun Hu didn't know what he was silent for a long time, but in fact, this scholar didn't know what Cong Xin should look like. So after a long time, Yun Hu didn't know how to just nod and didn't say anything.

Mr. May stood on the bridge for a long time in amazement.

"Isn't she also a very powerful sword cultivator?"

There may indeed be an answer to this question.

"It's not." Yun Hu said seriously: "She is a great demon who has never cultivated. ”

Mr. Mei sighed with some regret.

Yun Hu looked at Mr. Mei a little strangely and asked, "What is Mr. sighing for?" ”

"The Human Sword Sect has finally come to such a lonely situation, and there is not even a decent sword cultivator in the Sword Sect, which is naturally embarrassing."

Yun Hu didn't know what to say.

It's just that if it's not a sword cultivator, it doesn't necessarily mean that you can't use a sword.

Unbeknownst to him, Yun Hu saw a cyan peach-like sword placed on the edge of the ship.

The twilight did slowly go away with a river, and the world gradually darkened, but it is difficult for the current Nanyi City to hold up such a curtain of night with the flourishing lights of the city as in the past.

The two gentlemen from the courtyard slowly walked towards the courtyard along the way they came.

Mr. Mei was probably still frying the medicine used to condition his body, and when he came out, he hadn't smelled any strong smell, but when Yun Hu came back, he smelled a bitter smell near the gatehouse.

The scholar stood there and watched Mr. Mei walk into the gatehouse, poured the medicine that had been simmering in the room for the afternoon into the bowl and drank it with a frown, and was silent for a while. ”

Mr. Mei did not speak, but when the scholar was heading towards the depths of the Hanging Courtyard, the porter came out again, and stood in the courtyard where the courtyard lamps were quietly sprinkled.

"Mr. Yunhu."

Yun Hu turned back with some confusion.

It's just that I don't know if the medicine is too bitter, or if some stories are really difficult to speak, but Mr. Mei was silent for a long time.

It was a long time before the porter let out a long sigh and said softly, "Lao Xie may not be a good person. ”

Yun Hu didn't know that it took a long time before he finally realized that the old Xie in Mr. Mei's mouth was Mr. Xie in the Hanging Courtyard at the beginning.

The scholar looked at Mr. Mei with some puzzlement and asked, "What do you mean, sir?" ”

Some things are the hardest, naturally the first moment of speaking.

When some deeply suppressed breath comes out of the lips, teeth, mouth and throat, it is often like a river pouring water.

"In March last year, I went to Xinglin to look for an oil lamp that he had taken the night before."

Mr. Mei lowered his head and drank the bitter medicinal soup.

"I saw him and a Taoist talking a lot of things in the depths of the apricot forest."

Yun Hu was still a little puzzled, looked at Mr. Mei and said, "Daoist? Who is it? ”

Mr. Mei said softly: "Mountains and rivers view Li Shi." Of course, I didn't know that person was Li Shi at that time, but I vaguely felt that it should be a Taoist who looked at mountains and rivers, and it wasn't until those things happened in Huangliang Rumors that many stories were unearthed by the world this year, and I realized such a thing. ”

Yun Hu stood there silently, but he also remembered such a Mr. Qingniuyuan who had discussed with him several times.

It took a long time before the scholar asked softly, "So what's Mr. Xie's name?" ”

Mr. May let out a long breath.

"Xie Cangsheng. His name is Xie Cangsheng. Many years ago, when I first heard the name of the boy standing next to me, waiting for the end of the spring recruitment in the Hanging Courtyard, I thought that this person should not be an ordinary person—who in the world would take such an unbearable name? ”

Wind and snow Xie Cangsheng.

Such a name may indeed not be something that the world can suppress.

"It's just that I probably didn't think about it, he is far more ...... than I thought"

Mr. May fell silent at this point.

After a long time, he said slowly: "Be ruthless." ”

Yun Hu stood quietly on the bamboo forest path deep in the hospital, and some garden lights were slowly emitting light beside the road in the night.

Mr. Mei babbled a lot of things there, until he told all these stories, but the complexion on this gentleman's face was a little better.

When there are some depressed things in the hearts of the world, it will probably always make people look haggard.

Yun Hu didn't know how to look at Mr. Mei who was holding the medicine bowl, and said softly: "It turns out that Mr. has always had a heart disease?" ”

Mr. Mei sighed and said, "Who doesn't have a heart disease? Who has only a sick heart? ”

Yun Hu said slowly: "That's true. So what does Mr. Xie think is Mr. Xie's heart disease? ”

At the beginning of the bamboo forest trail, when Yun Hu didn't know how to talk to such a gentleman, he could actually see that Mr. Xie was naturally a person with some hidden stories.

It's just that probably he didn't think that the story behind it would be like this.

This scholar probably thought that letting such a gentleman have no intention of teaching and meditating in the apricot forest all day long would be a story about the love between the world and the demon clan.

But now, it may not be so.

Mr. Mei was silent for a long time, and then said seriously: "This is what I don't know. ”

After all, there was a long period of estrangement between the two old friends.

Perhaps the answer starts with Mr. Xie's story in the Qingtian Dao.

Why did such a Taoist who is not so talented leave Qingtian Dao back then, maybe others didn't pay attention to it at the beginning, but there are obviously many hidden secrets.

Yun Hu sighed and turned towards the depths of the academy.

Mr. Mei looked at the back of the young scholar, but asked, "Where is Mr. Yunhu going?" ”

Yun Hu didn't know how to say softly: "I'll go to the apricot forest to sit down." ”

This is the most common sentence of Mr. Qingniuyuan at the beginning.

The gentlemen and students of the Hanging Academy, when they occasionally see such a former Mr. of the Hanging Academy, the Taoist who looks very ordinary and plain often talks about going to the apricot forest to sit.

Either sitting in the apricot grove, or on the way to the apricot grove.

Mr. Mei looked at Yun Hu's unknown back, thought for a while and said, "Mr. Yun Hu wait a minute." ”

Yun Hu didn't know how to stop, looked back at Mr. Mei, who drank the medicine in the bowl in two or three, and then turned around and walked into the gatehouse, and not long after, he walked out with an oil lamp, Mr. Mei hurried through the path with a little fat body, and handed the oil lamp to Yun Hu Zhi.

"Maybe the gentleman can see more clearly with an oil lamp."

Yun Hu didn't know what he was referring to when he looked at the ordinary oil lamp in his hand, but he didn't know what Mr. Mei was referring to more clearly.

However, the scholar still said thank you seriously, and then held the oil lamp and slowly walked towards the Xinghua Xiping in the Qingniu Courtyard.