Of course, there won't be many people in the view of mountains and rivers.

In the land of major repairs in the world, except for the Liuyun Sword Sect, there are often not many people.

Just as Qiu Xi'er said at the beginning of Jingsi Lake and Nandao.

The root of heaven and earth comes from the great avenue's favor for the world.

Heaven and earth have no emotion, but the world can see a word called favoritism from such things.

Gu Wenzhi is obviously also a person who is treated preferentially.

Although he was not as good as Chen Qingshan, he was even ridiculed by the senior brother who was not much older than himself, saying that if the realm was not enough, he would work hard to cultivate, and he should not learn from them to fight and kill.

It's just that this Taoist is also an out-and-out Dao cultivator.

Passing over the snow, some of the mountains were blue, some of them were gray, but on the way west, the mountains they passed were white overhead, and the closer they got there, the more white they became, until they covered half of the green hills.

The wind and snow of the deer were stopped there by those mountains.

This Taoist from the Qingniu Temple of the Hanging Yuan silently climbed the peaks to the west of the Mountain and River Temple, and stood there overlooking the country of wind and snow.

Naturally, such a country is still lonely.

Loneliness to the point of Buddhism being born and dying in the midst of it is an unnoticeable thing.

Gu Wenzhi looked at it with some distraction.

A man in a white monk's robe slowly walked up, stopped beside this Taoist, smiled slightly, folded his hands, sang a Buddha horn, and then asked softly, "Is the Lord okay?" ”

The Taoist came back to his senses, looked at this great monk, and hurriedly returned a salute.

"Master."

As for the contemplator.

Gu Wenzhi sighed lightly and said, "It's been a year since the Lord left the view, and he probably won't come back." ”

The white-clothed monk smiled and said, "If the Lord is not here, your master is naturally the Master." ”

Gu Wenzhi was silent for a while, and said softly: "It's just that the world probably won't like to hear the three words of Baiguan Lord." ”

The world is not surnamed Xie, and the world is not surnamed Bai.

The white-clothed monk looked at the distant mountains and snows in the world, and said slowly: "Baiyi is also surnamed Bai. ”

"That's the Sword Sect's business."

"What does it matter whose business it is? If you want to avoid some taboos because of your surname Bai, then he is still a human being, will the world cry out from now on, I won't be a man? ”

Gu Wenzhi lowered his head and laughed, and said slowly: "I have heard of the master's name before, but I never thought that the master is also an interesting person in the world. ”

The white-clothed monk smiled slightly: "Lu Ming has always been lonely, so naturally he needs to find something interesting for himself." ”

So the ears hurt, and the feet hurt.

Gu Wenzhi sighed and said: "The master is idle, unlike Guanli, always noisy, you want to break the door, he lights the fire, we want to live in peace, but we can't live in peace." ”

The monk smiled: "Actually, it's all the same. ”

Gu Wenzhi wanted to say something, but he suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked back at the east of those mountains and snow.

Master Jiaolu also looked back.

There was a young man with a sword, who was in the snow of the mountains, knocking step by step, and coming towards this side with great reverence.

Although it was far away, Gu Wenzhi still saw the young man's muddy limbs and dark forehead.

The Taoist looked at it for a long time, and then looked at the monk on the side.

This kind of etiquette is either a worship of the gods or a worship of the Buddha.

Coming towards the roar of the deer, naturally there is only the Buddha to worship.

"I heard that the master has been waiting for someone to be destined all these years, is that the young man?"

Master Jiaolu's expression was flat, and he said, "People who are destined have entered Ami Temple." ”

A look of surprise flashed across Gu Wenzhi's face.

"When?"

"In July."

So Gu Wen subconsciously remembered another teenager.

It's a pity that he doesn't know either of them.

Master Jiaolu sighed a little on his face, and said softly, "Did you see the sword behind him?" ”

Gu Wenzhi was naturally not blind, and said, "How? ”

Master Jiaolu said slowly: "It was possible to carry a square inch on your back there. ”

This Taoist understood something, and when he looked back at the young man who was knocking step by step in the mountains and snow, there was some understanding in his eyes.

"It turned out to be the Hu Lu of the Human Sword Sect. It's a pity that his life is not very good, and he met the time when the Sword Sect in the world was prosperous and declining. ”

Master Jiaolu smiled and said, "Why didn't the Human Sword Sect have a bad fate and meet such a young man?" ”

Gu Wenzhi looked at the monk and said, "What does the master mean?" ”

The white-clothed monk said with a sigh: "The inheritance sword of the Human Sword Sect was put down in his hand. ”

Gu Wenzhi was still a little puzzled.

"What Sword of Inheritance? The square inch of the sword grinding cliff? ”

Master Jiaolu smiled slightly.

"In the red."

The monk wore a white monk's robe and stood in the wind of the snowy mountain of Yishan Mountain, and said very embarrassedly.

"The Great Wind has been ten thousand and three years, and Cong Blade wants him to hit the red. He lost the game so badly that he began to wonder if he was right to play red. ”

"Since then, some stories have been doomed."

Of course, Gu Wenzhi didn't know these things, and he didn't know where the monk knew these things.

He just looked at him suspiciously and asked, "The inheritance sword of the Human Sword Sect is Hongzhong?" ”

Master Jiaolu said sincerely: "Why not? ”

Gu Wenzhi thought for a while and said, "I think the sword of the inheritance of the Human Sword Sect should be the ..... of the human world."

Before the Taoist could finish his words, he heard Master Jiaolu laugh softly.

"Of course you can."

Gu Wenzhi seemed to understand something, looked at Master Jiaolu and said, "So in fact, there is no so-called inheritance sword, just the opinions of the world." ”

Master Jiaolu smiled slightly and said, "Maybe there really is?" ”

Maybe it's really the one in the red.

.......

The young man came with a sword step by step, looked at the monk standing there smiling slightly, and the Taoist with a curious expression, and stood up straight.

"The sword cultivation in the world is Hulu, and I have seen two predecessors."

Master Jiaolu clasped his hands together, sang a Buddha horn and smiled.

"Amitabha, the donor's voice made the little monk panic."

The young man with a dark forehead asked a little puzzled, "Why?" ”

Master Jiaolu laughed softly: "The seniors of Cong Blade can also be regarded as the predecessors of Buddhism, and the little monk should be called the seniors when he sees the donor." ”

Hu Lu was silent for a while, and said seriously: "Cong Blade is dead, and I have already left the Sword Sect, so naturally I still need to call my seniors." ”

The meaning of human sword cultivation is, of course, not just the meaning of human sword sect sword cultivation.

Such a term, which has been possessed by the Human Sword Sect for thousands of years, will continue to be returned to the world in the future.

Master Jiaolu did not continue to insist, and said with a smile: "Good." ”

Gu Wenzhi on the side had been looking at this young man curiously, looking at his knees full of earth, looking at his limbs stained with snow, and looking at his dark forehead.

"What are you doing here?"

Hu Lu said softly: "The younger generation once made a big mistake, and he came to atone for his sins by knocking. ”

Gu Wenzhi raised his eyebrows and said, "Knock to atone? Where to go? ”

Hu Lu said seriously: "Let's do it and ask, maybe three thousand miles of wind and snow." ”

Gu Wenzhi looked back at the country of wind and snow behind him, and then turned back to look at the young man in amazement.

"Three thousand miles of wind and snow? What's the point? I thought you were here to find Amiji. ”

Hu Lu said slowly: "There is no reason for life and death in the world to go back and forth. It doesn't make sense to find Amiji Temple, but if you can't find Ami Temple. ”

Gu Wenzhi said: "Since the matter of life and death cannot be repeated, what is the point of knocking on the wind and snow for 3,000 miles? ”

Hu Lu said softly: "Sincerity can seek peace of mind." ”

Gu Wenzhi didn't say anything more, raised his palms in front of him, and returned the salute to the young man.

Hu Lu did not say anything more, and continued on those mountain and snow paths, knelt down, folded his hands, reverently knocked on the door of the earth, stood up again, took a step forward, and so on, and slowly walked forward.

It wasn't until the young man was far away that Gu Wenzhi looked at Master Jiaolu and asked, "What big mistake did he make?" ”

Master Jiaolu sighed, bowed his head and sang the Buddha's name.

"A human demon."

A human demon who died in winter.

So when the young man knelt in the wind and snow, maybe all the time, he was like that little demon on the Nanyi River in the wind and snow, and he was punched to death.

Gu Wenzhi didn't continue to ask, but said slowly: "No wonder the master's destined person is not him, how can such a resolute young man be willing to let go of all the guilt in his heart because of the so-called fate?" ”

Master Jiaolu smiled and did not speak.

Gu Wenzhi looked at the place where the snow in the mountains in the world was thickening.

"But I'm curious if he'll actually be able to make it through that snowy world."

Master Jiaolu thought for a while and said sincerely: "The man is as dead as iron, watch the test hand, and make up for the cracks in the sky." ”

Therefore, whether it succeeds or does not succeed is nothing more than sincerity.

The boy is trying to mend the cracked sky in his life.

Gu Wenzhi nodded thoughtfully, then his expression became solemn, and he looked at Master Jiaolu and said, "But I'm more curious, whether the master can withstand the impact of 300,000 green armor." ”

Master Jiaolu smiled slightly, just as Chen He had seen at the beginning, spreading his arms in the wind and snow, closing them to his chest, and hunting in a white monk's robe, revealing extremely strong muscles.

"The poor monk is both a wind and snow."

Of course, Gu Wenzhi knew that Master Jiaolu was Luming's wind and snow Xiongguan.

"It's just that there is no barrier in the world that cannot be broken."

Master Jiaolu smiled softly, let go of his hand, walked forward, and said, "Since there is no barrier in the world that cannot be broken, why should you ask such a thing. ”

Gu Wenzhi raised his eyebrows and said, "So it's still a man who is as dead as iron?" ”

Master Jiaolu laughed softly and didn't say much.

Gu Wenzhi slowly followed, the young man was still in front and knocked, I don't know how far he had to go, before he could knock his forehead in front of the wind and snow.

The story in the wind and snow has never been heard of in the world.

Only those who stand in the wind and snow will know what will happen on this land.

Gu Wenzhi followed the white-clothed monk on the rugged mountain road for a long time before he said softly: "The mountain and river view will also come." ”

In fact, the view of mountains and rivers has come.

This Taoist who stands here and looks at the wind and snow is yes.

Looking at the matter of simmering medicine, Gu Wenzhi had already handed it over to a young man who had entered the Dao realm.

Gu Wenzhi taught very carefully, what medicinal materials should be put first, what medicinal materials should be put later, and when to decoction, no matter how big or small, one by one.

Probably already ready to mend the crack.

Master Jiaolu smiled softly and said, "This is indeed the best opportunity for Shanhe to wash the sewage on his body. ”

Gu Wenzhi listened to such a sentence, but fell silent, stopped there and quietly looked at the snowy mountains in the world for a long time, and then said slowly: "Why can't it be because we are also people in the world, and we are equally enthusiastic about the world?" ”

Master Jiaolu stopped, turned his head and sang the Buddha name, but looked at Gu Wenzhi with some guilt, and said softly.

"Amitabha, it's a poor monk who is rude."

Gu Wenzhi walked forward, facing the wind and snow blowing from the deer, and said calmly: "Everyone says that Lingnan is stupid, but if you ask the world, who doesn't want to be Lingnan?" ”

Master Jiaolu smiled slightly: "Of course, people in the world yearn for perfection, but it is easy to think about it, but it is difficult to do it." ”

Gu Wenzhi said softly: "Although you can't get there, you can still yearn for it." ”

Master Jiaolu smiled: "Great goodness." ”

......

It seems to be a little colder.

This is the most intuitive feeling of Zhang Lizi.

Although in such a Taoist temple, this girl from Shanyue City did not recognize a few Taoists.

It's just that sometimes standing on those mountain trails, there are always some familiar faces.

The most familiar one can be called Zhang San - when Zhang Lizi thought like this, he changed it to Li Si again.

After all, his father's name is Zhang San.

So Li Si, then Wang Wu, then Lao Liu.

Taoists would sometimes pass by, day after day, over and over again.

But with Chen Qingshan's departure, after Gu Wenzhi overlooked the western mountains and snow in the mountain pavilion one day, there were fewer Taoists passing by.

At first, the sixth child was gone, and Zhang Lizi initially thought he was hiding.

Later, it was found that Wang Wu did not appear, and then Li Si disappeared.

The usual noisy sounds in the audience disappeared little by little.

Maybe it's because no one cleans, maybe it's because the autumn is getting stronger, and the fallen leaves in those forests are also increasing, and sometimes when the wind blows, Zhang Lizi thinks that someone has raised 10,000 chickens in the forest, and those chickens are chased by dogs, and 100,000 pieces of mixed feathers are dropped.

Of course, such a reverie can actually reflect something.

For example, the little girl in Shanyue City wants to eat chicken.

Chen Qingshan's trail is located by the mountain stream, and fish are naturally indispensable to eat.

But if you eat too much fish, you will naturally get a little tired.

After Chen Qingshan left, Zhang Lizi secretly wandered around in the view for a long time.

There is a Taoist who raises some chickens - Zhang Lizi doesn't know why Taoists raise chickens in Guanli, in short, those chicken feathers are very bright and bright, and they look like good chickens in stewed soup.

It is probably because of this that this little girl from Shanyue City began to think about stewing a chicken day and night.

Zhang Lizi once ran to steal a chicken, or pretended to fail in decoration, and 'accidentally' killed a certain Taoist's chicken, so it was logical that a chicken was eaten.

It's a pity that Zhang Lizi struggled for a long time, but he still didn't dare to take action.

After all, his cultivation talent is too poor, I am afraid that he has not touched the chicken yet, and he will be carried out by the Taoist first.

Zhang Lizi also thought about asking the sword cultivator of the small Dao realm of Qingjiao to help him steal a chicken.

Just think about it or forget it.

It's just that what Zhang Lizi didn't expect was that after Li Siwang and Wu disappeared, the Taoist man in his forties came to Chen Qingshan's streamside residence with two cages of chickens.

There are some things that Taoists have to leave the view.

So I sent those chickens here and asked Zhang Lizi to help feed them for a while.

Zhang Lizi looked strange at the time, thinking to himself, how dare you send such a fat chicken to a person who has been gnawing on chicken legs all his dreams?

It's just that the Taoist was probably in a hurry, and after a few words of hurried explanation with Zhang Lizi, he turned into a Taoist wind and disappeared into the autumn mountain forest.

Zhang Lizi stood silently by the stream, looked at the two cages of chickens, thought about it, released them, and sprinkled some rice on the side of the stream.

Even if he was suddenly taken to the stream, he did not run around, but he paced the stream with great momentum, pecking the rice grains in the grass by the stream step by step.

Qingjiao withdrew from the cultivation state, and wanted to ask Zhang Lizi if she had cooked a meal, but she found that there were a bunch of chickens by the stream, and the little girl from Shanyue City was salivating there and looking at those chickens, talking thoughtfully.

"Cluck, cluck, if you're willing to let me slaughter one and roast it, call it twice."

“......”

Qingjiao looked at Zhang Lizi, who was not interested in cultivation, but was particularly attentive to the Taoist's chicken.

I don't know if I can't understand Zhang Lizi's words, or if no one really wants to be plucked and blanched and stewed, in short, the river is silent, only the sound of pecking rice grains.

Zhang Lizi waited for a long time, then suddenly stood up, picked up a branch and began to chase the chickens.

Chickens and eggs are beaten along the whole stream.

But I have to admit that the bones of the Taoist are hard, and the chickens raised by the Taoist are probably also hard.

Just three or four fresh eggs were thrown out by the stream, and with the smell of, lay there quietly.

Zhang Lizi sighed and walked over to pick up the eggs.

If you can't eat chicken, it's okay to eat eggs.

Only then did Qingjiao come over with his sword in his arms, and looked at Zhang Lizi with a puzzled face.

"Where did these chickens come from?"

Zhang Lizi was there pulling the blades of grass and wiping the on the eggs, and said: "It seems that it was raised by a Taoist on the side of Guanzong, and he had something to leave Guanli, so he suddenly brought these chickens over and asked me to help raise them." ”

Zhang Lizi said, licked his lips, looked at the green pepper and asked, "By the way, let's eat two secretly, that Taoist shouldn't find out." ”

Eating fish every day, Zhang Lizi feels that what he has on his head is not a human head but a fish head.

It's just that after waiting for a long time, I didn't hear Qingjiao speak, Zhang Lizi wiped the eggs clean, raised his head, and found that this sword cultivator had stepped on the branches of the evening wind mountain forest without knowing when, quietly looking at the west of the world.

Zhang Lizi stood there with his head tilted, and suddenly remembered whether Qingjiao had told him that something might be going to happen to Luming.

Is this true?

It's just a matter of deer singing, does it have anything to do with the view of mountains and rivers?

Zhang Lizi was a little puzzled, looked at it for a long time, carried those eggs, and ran to cook.