In the quiet alleys, there is sometimes a warm evening breeze blowing gently at dusk.

Yun Hu didn't know that sometimes he felt a little warm, and sometimes he felt very cold.

The scholar stood in silence in the alley, and after a long time, he whispered, "What do you mean, sir?" ”

Fang Zhiqiu quietly walked towards the courtyard of the hanging herb, stepped over the gate of the academy that had been open for a long time, and stood in the courtyard quietly looking at the courtyard with lush foliage.

"I wonder how a smart man like you doesn't know what I mean?"

Yun Hu doesn't know, Yun Hu doesn't know?

Yun Hu didn't know how to look down at the old alleys in the alley, which were slowly dying of moss, and it took a long time before the scholar raised his head and said slowly: "I don't know if it's stupid, I hope Mr. will solve his doubts." ”

Fang Zhiqiu glanced back at Yun Hu Zhizhi, looked at the scholar who had been looking down at the quiet alley for a long time, and then turned back and said calmly: "There must always be a dean in the academy, isn't it?" ”

This may have been said very clearly, but the scholar raised his head and said seriously: "I don't know. ”

Maybe it's not that I don't know it.

It's just that such a scholar has never been willing to understand.

Fang Zhiqiu walked quietly on the path in the courtyard, all the way to the depths, and the scholar followed silently.

The two of them had walked through the bamboo forest and stood on such a small bridge.

"The king of Chu is calming the rebellion of the demon clan inside Huangliang."

The water flows slowly under the small bridge, and from time to time some falling bamboo leaves swirl away in it. Mr. Zuyuan, who had passed through the yellow sorghum land and slowly crossed the Daze, looked at those bamboo leaves quietly.

Those leaves that are as slender as a boat are naturally evergreen.

Just because it doesn't mean it won't wither.

The lifespan of the demon clan is also long, but it doesn't mean that it won't die.

There is nothing in the world that will not die.

Even if it is a stone, in the story of a thousand years, it will be worn out so that people cannot find the appearance of history.

Fang Zhiqiu quietly looked at those bamboo leaves for a long time, and then moved his gaze to the flowing water, and continued: "This king, from beginning to end, has always been a citizen of Huai'an. So it is not difficult for us to guess that when the story of the world has subsided a little, the king will return the power of Huangliang to His Majesty in the north. ”

Yun Hu didn't know how to stand there quietly, and the gentleman turned his head and looked at Yun Hu Ming, as if he was really seriously explaining the origin of such a sentence to this scholar who had even marveled at Cong Blade back then.

"So although the south is still separated, it is only because the story of the goddess is not over yet. Therefore, it is naturally impossible for us to regard the story of Huangliang as a separate human story for a long time, and it is still a part of the Gale Dynasty. ”

"The rebellion of the Hanging Xue Courtyard is certainly huge, and once together with the Wu Armor, the battle line was advanced to the mountain and moon Bailu, which was an extremely amazing feat in the ancient Chu period. It's just that you have to know that it was based on the internal turmoil in Huai'an, the internal strife of the demon clan broke out, Cong Blade died, the Human Sword Sect and His Majesty turned against each other, and the Liuyun Sword Sect was deeply involved in the nineteen chapters of the world, even if it was in the north of the mountains and moons, it was not involved in the war in the world, and the East China Sea Sword Sect has also been in turmoil for a long time, and it has not been peaceful so far, just talking about the matter of the Sword Sect, we have to admit that this land is no longer an existence that Huangliang can covet. Not to mention the older ones in the north. ”

Fang Zhiqiu said calmly: "The failure of the Hanging Courtyard is only a matter of time or time. ”

When the gentleman said this, he did not go on, but stood quietly on such a small bridge.

After a long silence, Yun Hu finally said softly: "So Master Qing's death is only a matter of time." ”

Fang Zhiqiu turned his head and looked at this scholar silently.

How can scholars not know such a thing?

Perhaps when he heard the news of Cong Blade's death in March in the world, on the small building of Tanchun Garden, he listened to the white-clothed demon who was as speckled as plums and said, 'Let's be an interesting thief', the scholar already knew the outcome of everything.

It's just such a thing, how can a scholar be willing to think about it?

So sometimes, he prefers to have some unrealistic expectations.

For example, the thousand-year-old Gale Dynasty has long been rotten internally - the history of Huangliang and the history of Huai'an often say so.

It's just that in that kind of history, there has never been a human demon who has sat on the throne for a thousand years.

Without the change of imperial power, there may have been hidden dangers, but after all, in the long life of this emperor, it was consumed little by little.

Fang Zhiqiu said softly: "After Master Qing dies, don't rebel again, this is a meaningless thing." ”

Yun Hu didn't know how to turn his head to look at Fang Zhiqiu, and said slowly, "What about you, sir?" The Tianxia Academy can also be handed over to Mr. ”

Fang Zhiqiu said calmly: "Of course I can't, the Qingshi's arm bone was stolen under my nose, and I can't escape the blame." ”

Yun Hu didn't know that only then did he find that there was a small ornament hanging from the waist of this gentleman of Fengwuyuan, swaying slightly in the wind.

It was a phalange.

Although he is Mr. Fengwuyuan, he is not familiar with the five thousand words of Qingniu.

The encounter between the words of the Great Dao and such a person who was truly destined for heaven a thousand years ago can naturally bring many mysterious things.

Yun Hu looked at the phalanx in a daze.

He naturally knew Fang Zhiqiu's thoughts.

As Mr. Fengwuyuan, Fang Zhiqiu naturally didn't need to get involved in those stories, but he still crossed Daze and brought the finger bone.

"I can't escape the blame, I don't know, the warden can't escape the blame. When those things were stolen in the Rumor Wind Ancestral Courtyard, there were only two ways in front of me, either to get it back or ......."

Just like Yun Hu didn't know before, there will be no smart people in the world who know everything.

Even if this scholar did think about the death of the prime minister, it was only a matter of time or time, but he probably didn't think about such a Mr. Zuyuan.

Yunhu really didn't know.

The scholar lowered his head in silence and quietly looked at the fallen leaves and flowing water.

Fang Zhiqiu smiled and said, "This is inevitable. Although those who practice often say that life and death are major events in the world, you must know that there are not only life and death in the world, but also many things that are far more important than life and death. For example, ideas, beliefs, emotions. It is not impossible to sacrifice one's life for righteousness. ”

Yun Hu didn't know what to say, just stood there for a long time in melancholy.

Fang Zhiqiu patted him on the shoulder, and then said with a slight smile: "I've been walking for a day, I'm a little tired, arrange a place for me to live." ”

Yun Hu didn't know why he turned around, looked at Fang Zhiqiu for a long time, and then said softly: "Sir, you can go to the small bamboo garden of the master to rest." ”

Fang Zhiqiu stood there and didn't move.

Only then did the scholar react in hindsight, Fang Zhiqiu had not been to the Nanyi City Hanging Courtyard, so he naturally didn't know where the small bamboo garden was.

Yun Hu didn't know how to sigh and said, "Sir, come with me." ”

The two of them passed through many faculties and headed towards the library.

When he was standing on the bamboo forest path, Fang Zhiqiu stopped, looked at the library, looked at Yun Hu and asked, "Where is the goddess now?" ”

Yun Hu didn't know how to say softly: "Over there in Jingsi Lake, if Mr. wants to see him, I will take you over later." ”

Fang Zhiqiu smiled slightly and said, "No need, the goddess is very busy now." ”

Although this gentleman is not a cultivator, but the phalanges hanging from his waist are constantly trembling, as if he has been blown by the wind, and as if he has been alarmed by the increasingly powerful divine power in such an ancient city.

......

The young man sat silently in a high alley in the city of mountains, with his sword on his back.

The bright moon is in the sky, but people may not be quiet.

The same is true in the world.

Even in such a complex city, you can still see the light of those distant spells that seem to be sparse and gorgeous.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that the meaning of those wars gradually subsided, and there was some breath of gradual quieting in the night breeze.

Someone came down the alley with some food.

It was a man named Zhang San.

He is also the owner of those yards in this alley.

At the beginning, Zhang San had been thinking about selling this yard to others, but the house leak happened to rain overnight, and wars in the world followed, so it was naturally difficult to sell such a yard in the city of mountains and moons, not only could not be sold, but even there were fewer tenants, Zhang San had to drop the rent again and again, and finally had a guest recently.

It is the little boy who is said to be a Lingnan sword cultivator.

Zhang San felt that he was probably very close to this young man.

Because the names of the two are somewhat simple to the point of similarity.

One is called Lu Xiaoer, and the other is called Zhang San.

It's the road to simplicity.

Zhang San carried those hot meals and brought them to the little boy.

In order to attract some tenants, Zhang San not only lowered the rent, but also provided many additional services, such as helping to boil hot water, providing meals, and helping to run errands.

Of course, Lu Xiaoer didn't want that mess, but when he heard that he could provide food, he agreed.

This made Zhang San feel very strange, you are a cultivator, why did you want this least important thing?

But he didn't ask much, after all, the Daomen overhaul called Chen Qingshan at the beginning, still nested under the snow eaves every day, eating and drinking.

Zhang San stopped on the steps of the alley, looking at the young man who was sitting there and looked up, not knowing whether to look at the moonlight or at the mountain city barriers, after looking at it for a while, Zhang San probably couldn't understand what he was looking at, so he didn't continue to look at it, just opened the food box he was holding in his hand and brought out some of the homely meals inside.

Stir-fried pork with green peppers is always an indispensable home-cooked dish in the world.

And, of course, boiled tofu.

Because he saw that Lu Xiaoer was too young, Zhang San fried two extra eggs for him, and lay on top of the fried meat with green peppers.

The white rice was freshly cooked, and it was filled with a large bowl, and it was very hot and steaming.

Zhang San took out all the meals and handed the chopsticks to Lu Xiaoer.

"Young man, eat it while it's hot."

Even when Lu Xiaoer and Nandao were eating hot pot in Tianqian Town, looking at the clouds and mist of Lingnan, they felt like a fairy mountain outside the world.

It's just that these people in the human world will probably rarely call these sword cultivators immortals.

After all, everyone is just a human being.

Shaoxia or Young Man is probably the most suitable.

Lu Xiaoer came back to his senses, looked at the big white rice handed to him, took it, and said very sincerely: "Thank you." ”

Zhang San is probably much more sincere now than he was at the beginning.

So he said with a smile: "You're welcome, in fact, if it weren't for the fact that the current Shanyue City is really difficult, I won't charge you those rents, after all, ....."

Zhang San said this, but stopped, he also realized that it was probably inappropriate to talk to such a Lingnan young man about something.

It's just that Lu Xiaoer naturally knows what Zhang San wants to say.

It's nothing more than that Lingnan has paid so much for the world, so why is it embarrassed to accept money?

The young man stuffed his head and picked up the rice, the fried meat with green peppers is undoubtedly extremely good, and a bowl of boiled tofu can also relieve some greasy.

These meals, while simple, are often extremely comforting.

Zhang San probably did put in a lot of effort.

Lu Xiaoer did eat very well.

Zhang San sat silently on the side.

It was a long time before the man looked at the little boy with great curiosity.

"Those young sword cultivators in Lingnan should have gone north now, why did you come back to Shanyue City?"

Lu Xiaoer ate quietly, was silent for a while, and said slowly: "I want to come and have a look." ”

Zhang San probably misunderstood some of the meanings, sighed very embarrassedly, and said: "Actually, you don't have to worry too much, although the battle over there is very miserable, and they will attack the mountain every three or five days, but those barriers are very strong, although the great cultivation places of the Liuyun Sword Sect are not involved, but there are also many cultivators there, I heard that some time ago, Huangliang also retreated, they will definitely not be able to fight." ”

The little boy just put the chili fried meat into a bowl and ate it in a big gulp, while responding vaguely.

"Hmm."

Zhang San didn't say anything more, just quietly waited for the little boy to finish eating, and then put away the food boxes that had eaten cleanly.

"Are you still three meals tomorrow?"

Zhang San stood up with the food box in his hand, looked at Lu Xiaoer, who was sitting there with a sword on his back, and asked.

Lu Xiaoer nodded, looked at Zhang San again, and said sincerely: "If you can, you can have a little more food, and I will add money to you." ”

Zhang San walked down with a smile and said, "Of course you can, after all, at your age, you really need to eat more." Although the vitality of heaven and earth is good, it is definitely not as nutritious as the food in the world. His Majesty does not allow people from the world to step into the cultivation world too early, probably because of this reason. But there's no need to add money, after all, even if I add you an extra pot of good wine, I can still make a lot of money. ”

Lu Xiaoer thought for a while and said, "Then can I add a pot of wine?" ”

"......" Zhang San was speechless, but he just smiled helplessly and said, "Okay." ”

Lu Xiaoer probably felt that he was asking too much, and said very seriously in the back: "I have a small amount of wine, and a pot of wine can make me drink for a long time." ”

Zhang San was probably a little more relaxed at this time, and said with a smile: "No problem." ”

Lu Xiaoer didn't say anything more, and continued to sit there quietly, looking up at the world.

Even if this alley is high enough to see the moonlight flowing in the mountains, there are probably still some things that cannot be seen.

For example, some of the green hills beyond the raised barriers.

Of course, there's nothing you can't get by.

Even beyond that, there is a war that has been going on for a long time and is gradually intensifying.

Of course, the little boy knew that he was not his own young uncle, and he could break through to the rear of the battle line all the way with one person and one sword.

When he was in Lingnan, the talent of the young man may indeed be very good, after all, in such a place, a sword cultivation predecessor like Tingfeng Yin has not been able to set foot in the upper realm in his life.

Just putting it in the human world is obviously not enough.

The talent is not high enough, the age is not old enough, the swordsmanship is not good enough, and the sword intent is not strong enough.

Therefore, the young man stayed in Shanyue City very sincerely, eating a lot of human food, and trying to make his body as strong as possible.

Even if you are a cultivator, of course, you need the support of your body.

The old sword cultivator can't win the prime-age sword cultivator, which is naturally the reason.

Probably only those who are witches and ghosts will have a smaller influence on their bodies, after all, their witchcraft and ghost arts are often things that have nothing to do with the body, and the posture of the body is just a kind of sincerity to worship the gods.

Lu Xiaoer sat there for a long time, and looked at it seriously for a long time, although he didn't see anything, but the young man still stood up contentedly—when he was full of food and drink, people are always easy to be satisfied, and cultivators are no exception.

The world is in a hurry, Lingnan is in disarray, such a city in the mountains, and it is still facing an unknown flow of fate.

It's just that the little boy doesn't have much sadness.

Along the way from the East China Sea, those emotions have already been calmed down.

In the hearts of today's young men, there are probably only some sincerity in returning to their hometowns and taking a look at the Sword Sect.

Maybe it's like when a young boy stepped into this city in the mountains, chose a certain courtyard in such an alley, and the first thing he said to the person named Zhang San was, 'I am a Lingnan sword cultivator, I want to rent a courtyard for a while'.

Zhang San may have thought that the teenager wanted to raise the rent cheaper by himself.

But in fact, although the teenager has a lot of thoughts in his heart, he does not have such thoughts.

Perhaps he is proud of being a Lingnan sword cultivator.

Maybe he wants to tell the world that there is still sword cultivation in Lingnan.

Lu Xiaoer remembered the song that Le Chaotian played and sang when he left Lingnan.

Let's ask Lingnan should not be good.

But he said, this place of peace is my hometown.

How can Lingnan be bad?

Lu Xiaoer stood in the alley, his eyes were like a big lake, carrying the rippling moonlight.

Lingnan is always very good.

They weren't lewd.