Xie Chaoyu was really waiting for the child in that forest.

When he walked over with the ox on his hand, Xie Chaoyu sighed and stopped him.

"Did you deliberately fail to remember?"

The child looked back at Xie Chaoyu a little blankly, and asked very suspiciously.

"What did the real person say?"

Xie Chaoyu sat under the trees drifting in the forest mist in the early morning, looked at the children who stopped by the path, and looked at it for a long time before he said softly: "Forget it, you can go." ”

The boy touched his head in confusion and led the ox over.

Xie Chaoyu stood up, and some of the fallen leaves on his body did not fall into the forest with the movements of the Taoist, but were pulled by a very mysterious force, and gradually fell towards the treetops, until they swayed in the wind.

The Taoist raised his head and looked silently at the leaves in the forest, and his gaze seemed to be more than that, but fell on the sky that had been cut into pieces and turned into magnificent and majestic in the flow of time.

Xie Chaoyu didn't say anything, the mirror kept changing the light foam, and then all kinds of mysterious meanings rose, and the figure of the Taoist disappeared into the green mountains.

......

The young man finally remembered something again, and hurriedly found a nearby stone, pressed the ox rope underneath, and then chased in the direction that the young Taoist had left.

When I found Li Shi, I vaguely saw that in the tobacco plains in the distance, there was an inexplicable familiar figure slowly moving away.

The young man was stunned, thought for a long time, and didn't remember where he had seen such a back.

Li Shi turned his head, looked at the young man who came running again, was silent for a long time, and asked softly, "What do you remember again?" ”

The young man stood in a river of tobacco and said sincerely: "Forget it, you can go." ”

Li Shi thought for a while and said, "Could it be that what you remembered this time is obscure?" ”

The young man was stunned, and then realized that Li Shi had misunderstood, so he hurriedly waved his hand and explained: "Xiao Zhenren misunderstood, it's not that I said to let you go, but the person I met when I was young said this, and this is what he said at the beginning." ”

Li Shi didn't say anything more this time, he stood there for a long time, and then suddenly turned his head, looked into the distance, and said slowly: "Got it." ”

The young Taoist tore off a corner of his robe, wrapped the square inch in it, and then handed it to the young man, turned around and walked towards the north of the world.

"I'm leaving."

The young man stood there somewhat absent-mindedly and nodded.

"Okay."

The young Taoist left quietly.

But the young man stood there for a long time as if it had taken root under his feet, and in the distance his old cow was probably full, and was mooing there, but he was unaware of it, just standing, thinking about something.

"No, no, no. Did that sentence speak to me? ”

The young man muttered.

What about the previous sentence? It seems to be too? What did the old man say? ”

The young man still couldn't remember it, so he walked back and dismantled the sword in his hand - only then did he realize that the young Taoist had given it to him.

"Phew, what a broken sword, why is it so bad? Is this the reward for preaching? ”

The young man muttered as he drew his sword.

This sword has killed a lot of people recently, killing a certain sea cliff on the seaside, and red plums everywhere.

So among the cracks on the body of the sword, there are also red plums.

The old cow didn't know when he broke free from the rope and walked slowly into the distance.

The young man was very keenly aware of this scene, and he didn't care about his sword anymore, and hurriedly chased after it.

Finally, he caught up with his cow by a stream hidden in the thick grass.

The young man wrapped the rope in his hand, and looked down at the sword in his hand, and the sound of running water under the blades of grass attracted his attention, so he decided to wash the sword, and maybe use it again.

So the young man knelt down on the thatch by the brook, and with the sword in his hand, he stretched out his hand toward the stream.

It's just that on the other side of the stream, another hand suddenly appeared.

Before the sword sank into the stream, the hand caught the edge of the sword and held it up.

The young man was almost startled, and for a moment, he felt that it was his old man who had become a sperm, turned into a human form, and was going to take the sword and practice.

It wasn't until the tail of the ox next to him twitched from smoking a fly that the young man realized that he was thinking too much.

Raising his head, the young man was stunned, hesitated for a long time, and asked very cautiously, "Have we ever seen this real person?" ”

I don't know when the man who sat down on the other side of the grass stream took the broken sword, and sat up very upright, his white hair falling like snow, and trembling slightly in the wind.

"Yes."

The white-haired man pressed his sword knee, looked at the young man in front of him for a long time, and said calmly.

"In another stream."

The young man looked up blankly, and looked around over the grass and trees, but unfortunately he did not see the second stream, but only some fields, some mountains and forests, and some distant rivers.

The man who looked like a sword cultivator suddenly grabbed the sword in his knee and slashed down at the clear stream in front of him—a posture that reminded the young man of the tofu seller in the town cutting tofu.

Maybe it's not a gesture, but the momentum that can easily cut through everything.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and looked down at the clear stream.

This sword is unremarkable.

But the clear stream was cut very neatly—the water to the left and right of the sword marks began to become incongruous.

The white-haired sword who was sitting by the stream collected the sword and pressed it to his knee again, and the scene just now seemed to be just an occasional melon, which was very sweet, so it was cut into pieces.

"What do you mean by a real person?"

The white-haired sword cultivator said calmly: "Some people think I can't do it, but in fact, I can ......"

His gaze fell on the blank young man on the other side of the stream.

"So you're coming here?"

Faced with this extremely strange scene, the young man just stood up hurriedly, led the old cow back, and said cautiously: "Thank you for your kindness, it's still not necessary." ”

The white-haired sword cultivator was not reluctant, but just looked at him for a long time, then stood up, turned around and walked towards the far side of the stream.

The young man was a little hesitant, looked at his back, hesitated for a long time, and finally took a step forward.

"Real ....."

The white-haired sword cultivator turned his head.

The young man pointed to the sword in his hand.

"This is mine.... I deserve it....."

The white-haired sword cultivator looked at the sword in his hand.

In fact, this sword, for thousands of years, has been a cluster of blades.

A long time ago, it was the Sharpening Sword Cliff.

He looked at it for a long time, but he smiled softly, turned around and held the long sword, and continued to walk towards a river of flowers and plants.

"Lend me something, and in return, I can give you something."

The young man was stunned for a moment and asked, "What is it?" Where is it? ”

The white-haired Jianxiu stopped, stood in the distant tobacco for a long time, and then said softly: "Follow this clear stream, keep moving forward, no matter what you hear, don't look back." When you see a white plum tree blooming on the banks of the stream, you will be able to see what I have given you......"

The white-haired sword cultivator's voice paused for a moment here, and then said the last two words very calmly.

"Li Shi."

The young man named Li Shi was shocked, probably not expecting this person to know his name, so in shock, he felt more and more that he was involved in some very strange stories.

Maybe I should do what he says.

Thinking like this, Li Shi stood on the side of the stream and saluted.

"Thank you, real person."

So the young man led the oxen and went down the clear stream without looking back.

The flowers and plants of the Manchuan River were rolled up like gray embers.