Bai and Shen left the town, and the carriage and horse walked slowly in the northwest direction, only four or five miles out of the town, with thousands of peaks and mountains in front of them, endless forests, and the road gradually became steeper.

In late autumn and early winter, the mountains are cold and thin, the trees are sparse, and there is a murderous atmosphere between heaven and earth, as if only the two of them are walking alone. After walking for more than an hour, the mountain road became more and more steep and narrow, and the dangerous peaks on both sides stood tall and narrow, and the horses could not walk, so the two had to abandon the carriage and horses, and walked slowly on foot. Turning around the foot of a mountain, I saw a dazzling white practice in the pond and ravine on the left, winding and coiling between the peaks, which was the Jialing River.

Bai Yixue stood still, looked into the distance, thinking of Shen Ling's jade years, she was a carefree age, she didn't want an accident to make her lose her suddenly, even she was highly poisoned, the antidote was nowhere to be found, life and death were unpredictable, and when she could recover her master's life, it was also difficult to return, she felt melancholy in her heart, and couldn't help but chant loudly: "The east of the Jialing River at dusk, the pear blossoms are chasing the river wind." Where is the river flower the most broken, half falling into the river and half empty. The voice is desolate, the tone is subdued, and the meaning is indescribable.

Shen Lingshan walked to his side and said, "This is Yuan Jiu's "River Blossom Falling", right?"

Bai Yixue said: "Yes." Looking at the Jialing River today, the river is surging, flowing east day and night, the flowers are easy to thank with the flowing water, the things are still like this, how can people be embarrassed? No wonder the people who travel will have so many sighs on the way. ”

The Jialing River, known as Langshui and Chongqing in ancient times, is the largest tributary of the Yangtze River system. In ancient times, travelers entered Sichuan from the north, passed through the Jialing River, traveled along the river all the way, the river was sometimes noisy like thunder, sometimes slow like a virgin, the traveler could not help but be sad and depressed when he saw it, it was really difficult to dispel, so he took care of the manipulation to send full of sorrow. The white-clothed snow chant is the work of the great literati Yuan Zhi in the Tang Dynasty. In the fourth year of the Tang Dynasty, Yuan Zhi sent an envoy to Jiannan Dongchuan to supervise the imperial history, passed by the Jialing River during the detention journey, and saw that the pear blossoms on the river bank were scattered, and the sigh of "falling flowers intentionally, flowing water is ruthless".

Shen Lingshan sighed when he saw him, remembering that his father was seriously injured, his life and death were uncertain, and his body was highly poisonous, and his life was in danger, he couldn't help but feel sad and sighed: "'There is no hundred years of life, and there are thousands of sorrows. 'The years are withering, people are like grass and trees, we are just passers-by in the world. We always laugh at the fungus that does not know the obscurity, the cockroach does not know the spring and autumn, in fact, people are just born and die, all the artificiality in the world is just a whirlwind and a whirlwind, passing by the clouds. ”

The sky is high, and the mountains and rivers are silent. Bai Yixue was stunned when she heard this, and stood on the ground, staring at her, silent for a long time.

Shen Lingshan said: "A few years after Yuan Jiu's death, his coffin was transported back to his hometown of Xianyang, Jingzhao Mansion, passing through Luoyang, Bai Lotian was idle in the Eastern Capital at that time, he was shocked to learn the bad news of his friend, his heart was sad, he couldn't suppress his tears, and wrote a sacrifice with tears, poems, 'Jun buried the mud under the spring, and I sent the world full of snow. ’”。

Bai Yixue muttered: "Jun buried the mud under the spring, and I sent the world full of snow." Thinking about the meaning of the poem, I only feel that the prime of life is fleeting, and after decades of life, it will eventually gradually reach the old age, and when it is dull, death is still beyond question, and I am embarrassed in my heart.

Shen Lingshan said: "Yuan and Bai are like-minded, and they have fallen to the end of the world, so they have become this touching poem." Thinking that the two of them were inseparable back then, 'swimming under the saddle horse under the flowers, drinking wine in the snow', lingering in the red dust of Chang'an Zimo, the autumn moon and spring flowers, what a happy and happy life? Now Yuan Jiu is 'mud and bones', and Lotte is 'full of snow', one is buried deep in the ground, and the other is in the world, and the yin and yang have been separated forever, how can they not teach people to be sentimental? But the two are deeply affectionate and have a deep friendship, and this friendship will last forever in the world. ”

Bai Yixue sighed: "Yes." Thousands of dollars are easy to get, but confidants are hard to find. It is enough to have a confidant in life. ”

Shen Lingshan said: "When people come to the world, they are as fleeting as dust on the motley, if they can live up to their family, friendship and ...... Love, it is not in vain to go through the world. His eyes glanced at the white-clothed snow beside him, and a faint flush suddenly appeared on his pale face.

Bai Yixue sighed softly: "What the girl said is extremely true!' Taicang has a crop of rice, and the sea has a duckweed. 'People have no roots, they have been wandering in the world for decades, and they should be affectionate!' I thought: "In life, there are only three kinds of family, friendship, and love, and there are none of the three, and it is better to live than to die." The brotherhood and blood kinship in this are innate and cannot be chosen by anyone, just like the master is to me, the kindness is as deep as the sea, and it is difficult to repay it in case. As for the friendship of Boyazi who knows the elegance of listening to the string song, the phoenix Yu Fei's affection is similar to that of Wenjun, but it is necessary to look at the word 'fate', which is also reluctant. ”

Then he thought: "Miss Shen's mother died early, and after Shen Chong died suddenly, she has no relatives in this world, which is really pitiful." Well, she now has a friend like me, which can be regarded as a comfort, and I hope she can find a wishful husband who loves her and loves her in the future, and lives happily for the rest of her life. Thinking of this, he looked at Shen Lingshan slightly, and saw that she was bowing her head and pondering, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, and her cheeks flushed, but he didn't know what she was thinking in her heart at this moment. The two were speechless for a moment.

Bai Yixue saw that the water of the Jialing River was shining under the sunlight, and her heart was hard to dispel: "The cold waves are rolling eastward, but I have traveled all the way to the west, and I don't know if I have successfully obtained the antidote of Buddha Touqing when I arrive at Tangjiabao, so that I can go east with this river one day earlier?" He left the Snow Mountain this time, and was ordered by his master to go south to consult the teacher to visit friends, and after visiting the Shahu Villa, he went all the way east to the south, and went to visit Lu Jingyin, the owner of Cangjia Villa, and Zhong Mobi, the owner of Fubi Villa. Thinking that he didn't know when he would be able to return to his master's life, and the return date was far away, the white-clothed snow was like a tide, and it was indescribably depressed and boring.

The two of them stood on the edge of the cliff for a long time, and continued to walk towards the mountain, not long after, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps behind them, and the white-clothed snow looked back, and three or five figures appeared on the mountain road below, rushing towards the mountain. As they came near, there were men and women with swords. The autumn mountains are cold and cold, the ancient trees are Xiaosen, and the temperature in the mountains is quite low, but several passers-by are anxious, their heads are steaming white, and beads of sweat are rolling down their cheeks, showing that they are running all the way in a hurry. When they passed by, the group glanced sideways at Bai and Shen, and they didn't say a word, and rushed away on the mountain road ahead.

Bai and Shen didn't care, and Xu Xing went up the mountain. After a stick of incense, there was another sound of footsteps behind him, and three more people rushed wildly, all carrying blades, one of them was dressed as a Taoist priest, holding a long sword, and his appearance was quite vicious, and the other two were about forty years old, one was holding a spear, and the other was holding a scimitar, all of them were dressed up, and their expressions were quite nervous.

After the three of them passed Bai and Shen, the Taoist priest said loudly to his companions: "Grandma, after today's great success, Lao Tzu has to drink hard, these days are all in a hurry, and the beak is fading out of the birds!"

Bai Yixue thought of their secret discussion last night, and thought that most of them rushed to the Old Crow Rock and ambushed the opponent. After walking up the mountain for about half an hour, he had reached the depths of the mountain forest, and suddenly there was a burst of cheers from the mountain road in front of him, and someone shouted loudly: "The master of Hanzhai has achieved great merit, and today he should make a miracle work." "Yan Yunzong, if you kill yourself, we can also consider leaving you with a whole corpse!" "Master Han Zhai, don't show mercy to your subordinates, so as to avoid future troubles!" "Yan Yunzong, this Harrier Ping Lao Crow Rock is your burial place. ”

Bai and Shen followed the sound and approached, and saw that there was a mountain road hundreds of meters long in front of them, which stretched upward, extremely narrow, allowing only one person to pass sideways, the rock wall on the left side of the mountain road was steep, and the right side was a deep valley and a deep ravine. There are two people fighting fiercely on the mountain road, and on the mountain road behind the two people, because it is too narrow, there are more than 20 people standing in the middle of the mountain road, these people are tall and short, there are men and women, all of them are concentrating on watching the vicious fight between the two in the middle of the mountain road, and their expressions are extremely concerned.

The white-clothed snow stared at it, and the two of them each held a blade on the mountain road, and the tiger threw the dragon to take it, and the drama was in full swing. One was no more than twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with a thin body, a crab claw red chrysanthemum on his head, and a cold scimitar with a strange crimson color, and the scimitar flew up and down, turning into a red light, which was extremely fierce; the other was about forty years old, with black hair and black robes, and danced with a swarthy iron stick in his hand.

In the fierce fight, the black-haired old man gradually showed the strength of the blade, the iron long stick went straight up and down, raised and hit, smashed the rocks and flew away, sparks splashed everywhere, the momentum was very amazing, attracting a lot of spectators to cheer. The white-faced young man didn't seem to want to fight the enemy on the blade, the scimitar was left and right, and his body was up and down, but the mountain road was narrow, and it was extremely difficult to move and turn around.

Bai Yixue thought in her heart: "Yan Yunzong, it turns out that the seven sects and eight factions in western Sichuan want to encircle and suppress this person. Seeing that although he is in danger at the moment, he seems to be hiding his edge, leaving some spare strength, but for some reason. For a while, he was contemplating the identity of Yan Yunzong, and Shen Lingshan whispered on the side: "This Yan Yunzong is the head of the 'rouge knife' that runs rampant in the Ganshan area, and he is good at using fast knives, and he is also very good at light skills. ”

The white-clothed snow saw the crimson scimitar in Yan Yunzong's hand, shining with a strange light under the sun, and said, "It's him, the crimson blade." "My heart moved, and I secretly thought that the rouge knife was crimson, and I didn't know if it was highly poisonous?

Suddenly, a charming female voice in the crowd watching the battle said: "Master Hanzhai, don't be entangled anymore, you captured this guy today, tonight the old lady is your person, and it is not too late for you to slowly entangle with the old lady when the time comes." As soon as these words came out, the crowd on the mountain road erupted in laughter.

Someone smiled and said: "Mrs. Feng, you have never traded at a loss, and today's capital is not small." Someone shouted: "Master Han Zhai, Mrs. Feng must have taken a fancy to you, it is better to marry back and be the new lady of your Moyun Village." Someone said, "No, no." I'm afraid that the tigress of the main family of Hanzhai will overturn the vinegar bottle and vinegar jar, and when the time comes, he will make a roar of the Hedong lion, and he will have no peace in Moyunzhai since then. Someone laughed strangely: "Mrs. Feng, the master of Han Zhai also has an iron rod on his body, but it is much more powerful than the iron rod in his hand, be careful that you can't afford it at night." Another woman laughed and said, "Yes, the big iron rod on the master of Han Zhai is also thick and long, which makes you die and live with joy." ”

Everyone spoke a lot of slang, and Mrs. Feng scolded: "Xiang Bajian, you can't spit out ivory from your dog's mouth, and the old lady can't stand it, don't you know in your heart? I'm afraid that the stick on your body can't stand the old lady." ”

The "Xiang Eight Arms" is called Xiang Ninghui, nicknamed "Eight Arms Yama", he has a lot of secret skills, but he is quite a good woman, and his reputation in the rivers and lakes is very bad, he laughed and said: "Mrs. Feng, if you don't dislike it, I will serve you comfortably with the master of Han Zhai tonight." When they heard this, they all laughed, and the sound shook the valley. Bai Yixue stared at it, but she couldn't see the figure of Mrs. Feng, thinking that she was quite petite, caught in the crowd, talking and laughing with everyone, but she only heard her voice and didn't see her.

Yan Yun in the fierce battle suddenly laughed loudly: "Mrs. Feng, you are a fox, do you want to be crazy for men? How about I send you an iron rod to dispel it now?" Before the words fell, the "rouge knife" knife technique in his hand changed sharply, and the sound of clanging was endless, and he actually cut out eleven knives in an instant, and these eleven knives no longer recruited light spirits, all of them were held high and struck, and none of them were not slashed hard, and the iron long stick of the lord of Han Zhai was hard to collide. Under the intersection of knives and sticks, there was a buzzing sound, and the sound of gold and iron stirred in the valley, and the harshness was abnormal.

This time, not only the people watching the battle were surprised, but the Han village master of Moyun Village was even more surprised. He was known for his strength, Yan Yun's longitudinal knife technique changed sharply, and he tried his best to block the enemy's slashing, only to feel that the opponent's strength was strong, and his arms were numb, and his hands holding the iron rod couldn't help but tremble slightly. Fortunately, he had black hair and black face, and his heart was trembling and fearful, but there was not the slightest fear on his face.

Yan Yun Zong smiled and said: "The twelfth move has arrived, look carefully!" Han Zhai Lord has not yet seen the enemy's movements, the crimson rouge knife with the sound of breaking the air, has been slashed in front of him, he panicked, his heart is cold, the iron long stick in his hand is barely lifted upward, wanting to swing away the scimitar, unexpectedly Yan Yunzong did not wait for the move to use the old, his wrist flipped, only heard "ding" With a crisp sound, the back of the rouge knife has been knocked in the middle of the iron long stick, and the Han Zhai master's hands were shocked, and the iron rod of more than 50 catties couldn't hold it, and it came out of his hand, making a whirring sound, and flew towards the crowd watching the battle below the mountain road!

The mountain road is narrow, everyone can not jump and dodge, can't help but exclaim again and again, several people in front of them have raised their blades to block, for a time the sound of "clanging bell" is endless, like a string rush, two of them have little strength, the direct shock is so that the tiger's mouth cracks, bleeding endlessly. The iron long stick through the blade of several people, the strength has weakened, Yuguan standing in the fifth place is the Chishui Dao people, he according to the courage of the sword in one move, make a "sticky" word, with the force of unloading, the iron long stick force declined, "bang", fell to the ground.

Yan Yun laughed indulgently and said, "Mrs. Feng, I kindly gave you a big iron rod, are you so unappreciative?" Mrs. Feng was frightened and hid in the crowd and was silent. At this moment, Yan Yunzong kicked out with his right foot, hitting the heart of the Han Zhai master, and the Han Zhai master shouted "Ouch", and his huge body flew out and fell straight to the bottom of the cliff. Along the way, he screamed miserably, and the cry gradually spread farther and farther, but when he heard a muffled sound, the scream stopped abruptly, thinking that the master of Han Zhai fell to the bottom of the cliff and died with a whimper.

When everyone watching the battle saw this scene, they were all shocked, their faces were as pale as dirt, and they thought: "It turns out that he fought with the master of Han Zhai, and he has always kept his strength, deliberately showing weakness, and when everyone is lax, he will strike a thunderous blow, so as to establish his authority, this method is very successful, and it is extremely treacherous." Yan Yun looked around, saw that all the people in western Sichuan were frightened, and felt very proud, lazily leaning against the rock wall beside him, staring down at the crimson blade in his hand, and asked, "Is there anything else that doesn't want to die?"

He asked three times in a row, but saw that one person was snatched out of the mountain road in front of him and behind him, and the two of them were silent, and the long sword and steel fork were raised together, and they came towards Yan Yun together. The person in front of him looked vicious, holding a long sword, it was the head of the "Zhao Courage Sword", Chishui Dao, and the person behind him was five short figures, fat and fat, and the three horned steel forks in his hands trembled, the cold light was a little bit, and the movements were quick, and he pierced the vital part of Yan Yun's back. Yan Yunzong didn't talk to him, and the rouge knife slashed back and forth, and fought with the two.

When the fight reached the interval, Yan Yunzong's rouge knife slashed forward like lightning seven or eight knives, and the people of Chishui Dao were in a hurry, struggling to barely block the grid, and their arms were so sore that they almost couldn't hold the sword; Yan Yun's body turned suddenly, and he shouted softly: "Go!" The ape's arm was lightly relaxed, and the palm of his left palm was spitted out, and he had slapped the chest of the fat man with the steel fork.

Yan Yun's longitudinal palm strength is really amazing, the fat man has more than two hundred catties, and under the force, the fat body flies backwards rapidly. The fat man was also very angry, thinking that if he fell off the cliff, he would inevitably follow in the footsteps of the master of Han Zhai, when he was in danger, his body was still in the air, and he reversed the steel fork, and the tip of the steel fork would be on the ground, and there was a piercing friction sound, and the sharp blade of the steel fork was straight to the dusty mountain road, and the figure was difficult to distinguish. Rao is like this, the fat man staggered and fell a few feet away, but fortunately settled on the ground. When he stood still, his throat was sweet, and with a "wow" sound, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his legs were weak, and the person slowly fell to the ground.