The breeze is clear and the sunset is shining.

Tianjing Lake is surrounded by the quiet and silent Fanjing Mountain.

A straight boardwalk runs through the reeds on the lakeside and into the depths of the lake. The water of the lake is as clear as jade, reflecting the quiet and peaceful sky, reflecting the dark brown trestle bridge, and a young man in white.

The boy, dressed simply, stood at the end of the trestle, gazing at the western sky, his eyes were gorgeous, reflecting the glow of the evening glow.

This is the third year, the third year that the cold wind has come to the Hollow Valley Dojo, and it has been dull for more than a thousand days and nights.

Three years ago, in the City of Winds, above the wind and clouds, with the order of the city lord to 'depose the City of Wind', the nine-year-old cold wind, under the attention of millions of old folks in the City of Winds, fell to the altar, fell into the mortal dust, and was also saddled with an infamy that will never recover.

Overnight, he lost his identity as a noble son of a poor family, lost all his talents, and his beloved family. Brave the bitter cold and biting ice and rain, he was terrified all the way, covered in mud, and left his beloved hometown, the City of Winds.

"Will I really spend my life here, an ordinary, peaceful life?" Han Feng's face was difficult, and his mood couldn't be like the water of Tianjing Lake, with thousands of miles of blue waves and no waves.

"Cold Wind, where are you?" a loud shout called Cold Wind's name.

This sound broke the peace here, and also relieved the cold wind from the endless trouble. He turned around and looked behind him, a chubby young man, short-sleeved and with his chest open, scurrying out of the lush reeds.

The little fat man, whose name is Sanqi, is said to have taken such a name because he was twenty-one pounds when he was born.

Trotting all the way on the trestle, the entire lake began to sway, and the cold wind subconsciously grabbed the willow fence around him, for fear of falling into the lake.

"Little Brother Sanqi, you are in a hurry to find me, what's wrong?" a slight smile appeared at the corner of Han Feng's mouth.

"Our family just received a notice from Yueyang Academy that there is a snowstorm coming in the past two days. The family thinks that the weather is good, why is there a sudden snowstorm, and I want to ask you to confirm. Sanqi ran to him, out of breath, lying on the trestle, panting heavily. It's just a twelve-thirteen-year-old grade, with a body of one hundred and twenty pounds, and it looks heavy.

There are a lot of farmers stationed here in Fanjing Mountain, and before the bad weather comes, Yueyang Academy will notify this place in time.

After hearing this, Han Feng also felt a little strange in his heart, raised his head to look at the sky, and said softly: "Since it was notified by Yueyang Academy, there is generally no mistake. “

Just now, he had been thinking about his past, and he didn't notice that a large area of dark clouds in the northwest was coming towards this side violently. Unleash a keen sense of the wind system, insight into the changing wind movements, indeed, the breeze is mixed with a hint of extreme chill, which is the prelude to the sudden drop in temperature.

Sanqi slowed down for a while, stood up, with round little eyes, and asked with concern: "How is it, is it a snowstorm?"

"That's right, and it's not your average blizzard, you can describe it as a blizzard. He couldn't help but worry about whether his three thatched houses would be spared.

"Oh, that's true. Sanqi Fu Yi smiled: "My mother is worried that the snowstorm is too big and the thatched house you live in is not safe, so she asked me to come to you and move to me for a few days these days." ”

Han Feng is responsible for taking care of the 3,000 acres of wetlands on the shore of Tianjing Lake, living in this inaccessible place, usually, his best friend, that is, Sanqi, and his little sister Thirty-one.

"No need, Brother Sanqi, I guess the blizzard won't come until tomorrow night. When I go back and fortify the house, it should be able to survive. "He's a quiet guy who doesn't like to be disturbed and doesn't want to disturb people.

Sanqi saw something, and thoughtfully: "You come here every day, for two or three years, there has been almost no interruption, it seems that you still can't let go of the outside world, and you can't let go of everything in this empty valley dojo." You still don't understand the deep meaning of the word 'empty valley'. ”

Empty everything, these four words came out of Sanqi's oily mouth, which was a bit surprising and strange.

Han Feng couldn't help laughing, looking a little lonely, and said: "You underestimate me, I still understand the word 'empty valley'." Isn't it just 'empty everything, empty like a valley'?"

'Trouble,' Sanqi shook his black-skinned watermelon-shaped head in a disappointed tone, "You just figured it out, but you haven't lived to understand it." The Empty Valley Dojo is as complicated as you think. To put it bluntly, the empty valley dojo is 'relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, relying on the water to eat the water, eating the mountains into the soil, and eating the water into the valley', rather than crisscrossing the world, it is better to enrich yourself. ”

'Rely on the mountain to eat the mountain, rely on the water to eat the water'!

'Eat the mountains into the earth, and the water into the valley'!

"Instead of roaming the world, it is better to enrich yourself"!

The cold wind was calm, and he was speechless for a while, thinking for a moment, and felt that it made sense.

He has lost his identity as a cultivator, and it is impossible for him to return to the City of Wind, and he can't go back to the lonely past, and the fate of mortals is destined to spend an ordinary life in this ordinary land.

Since fate has destroyed him, and the City of Wind has spurned it, why should he be unable to live with fate?

Heaven has its own way, and people have their own destiny!

"It's still Brother Sanqi who has unique insights. Hanfeng complimented, smiled dismally, and replied: "That's it, it's getting late, and it's still half an hour from here to your house." I'm not going tonight, I'll go back tomorrow. I'd better go back and repair my thatched house before it was flattened by a snowstorm. ”

Sanqi nodded: "Okay, let's say this first, I won't call you tomorrow." Go back and let my mother prepare your favorite sheep and scorpion to satisfy your cravings. ”

After a few witty laughs at him, Sanqi staggered out of the place and disappeared into the thick reeds. During this period, the sound of walking was so loud that a flock of wild ducks returning home at night was alarmed.

The tranquil Tianjing Lake, the lonely lake, reflects the gorgeous glow of the western sky.

On the trestle bridge by the lake, a young man in white clothes stared at the outside world, his eyes were full of splendor, time passed little by little, and everything disappeared in the end.

As night fell, he sighed, turned and walked behind him, and his lonely figure fell on the surface of the lake, fluttering and disappearing into the reeds.