After a stream of water disappeared suddenly.

The four-character maidservants of the mountain wind, flowers, snow and moon appear together, like flying immortals outside the sky, slowly descending to the world.

And those "mortals" on the cliff plank road and the covered bridge are so eagerly looking forward to it, waiting for the "fairy" to fall, so that I can wait for mortals to see the fairy style.

The teenager was not interested in any of this.

Li Zijin put the sword into the sheath and asked the scholar Liang Jing, "Liang Gongzi, last time you mentioned the flying sword to transmit the message, I want to ······"

The latter smiled knowingly, "Do you want to send a message to Yunxia Mountain and the Flying Sword?"

The boy was a little embarrassed.

Liang Jing was half right, because Li Zijin wanted to send a letter to Yunxia Mountain and Daoxuan Academy, each with a flying sword.

Li Zijin's face was strange, a few days ago when he watched the Chaoxue Festival martial arts competition with Liang Jing, the latter taught him the method of flying swords to transmit messages.

At that time, he also deliberately told the young man that Yunxia Mountain accepted the mantra of the flying sword message, but the young man never tried it, thinking that the mantra was ······

Li Zijin asked again, "Liang Gongzi, the formula of the flying sword to transmit the message to Yunxia Mountain is really that sentence?"

The scholar laughed, "Won't you know if you try?"

The girl Hongshao asked curiously, "Senior brother, what is the flying sword message?"

The boy felt a headache, because what the little junior sister Hong Shao asked seemed to be one question, but in fact it could be extended to four questions.

One, what is a flying sword.

Second, what is communication.

Third, to whom does the senior brother want to deliver the message?

Fourth, what is written in the senior brother's letter?

Just by conjecting in an instant, Li Zijin could imagine that after he answered Hong Shao's first question, the girl would ask one after another.

If you finish answering the girls one by one, will you still be able to write this letter?

In fact, Li Zijin was wrong, because if he really followed the girl's answer and answered one by one, then there were far more than four questions waiting for him.

Li Zijin smiled and said nothing, just stretched out a hand, gently slapped the little head of the girl Hong Shao, and made her hair messy, ignoring Hong Shao's slightly dissatisfied pouting expression, and learned from Liang Jing to pretend to be profound: "Just follow the senior brother to try it." ”

What can a koi girl do? Everything is not just a matter of listening to the senior brother, the senior brother will do whatever he wants.

After all, that's her big brother.

After greeting Zheng Sizhe and Nian Susu, two college principals and a college gentleman who had just been introduced by Yuan Tiancheng, they said hello and left.

Li Zijin found Yuan Tiancheng, the deputy mountain master of the Sleepless Mountain, and asked him for the address of the Flying Sword Hall of the Sleepless Mountain, and learned that he was going to enter the Sleepless City, so the young elder brother in the green shirt took the little junior sister of the girl in white and went to the Sleepless City together.

Entering the city during the day, the city is sparsely populated, there are few pedestrians, almost all go to the cliff plank road and the covered bridge, and watch the snow scene of the mountain that never sleeps.

Such events are not something that can be seen every day.

And this year's Sleepless Mountain Snow Festival, there is one of the top ten talents of the Daxuan Dynasty, Liang Jing, the young master of the Liang Mansion, who has entered the realm of distraction with poetry and painting.

In the future, the sleepless mountain will be quite lively, even if it is not during the morning snow festival, it is estimated that there will be countless literati and, in order to see the legend of Feihong stepping on the slush and snow, thousands of miles away, rush to the sleepless mountain to enjoy the scenery.

It is impossible to say that the fame of the elegant stone tablet of the Huxin Pavilion in the capital city of Canggeng Prefecture will gradually fall behind the snow pavilion on the top of the mountain that never sleeps in the future.

The address of the Flying Sword Hall that Yuan Tiancheng gave to the young man was actually an ordinary Flying Sword Hall on the bright side of the Sleepless Mountain, and it was the Ming Hall of the Flying Sword Hall.

The information exchanged here is different from the Flying Sword Hall Secret Hall, which is not even qualified to enter the Night Envoy of the Sleepless Mountain.

In the Ming Hall, the contents of the letters carried by those messenger flying swords are nothing more than "I haven't seen you for a long time, and I miss it very much." "The weather is cold and the clothes are precious. Words like that.

Nothing unsightly.

However, in the Flying Sword Hall, the content that appeared on the Flying Sword of those transmissions was to be considered.

For example, "500 iron cavalry, 500 monks, Yunfei pioneer, Wen Nian pressed the formation." "There are variables in the demon cave, and the victory is in urgent need of support. "Wait.

The few words on the letter could have taken the lives of one or several Qi Refiners.

After Li Zijin and the girl Hongshao entered the Ming Hall of the Flying Sword Hall in the city that never sleeps, they saw an acquaintance.

The maid of the flower word door of the mountain does not sleep, Birui.

That woman, born pretty, can teach the men of the world to dream with just a little dress.

Looking back, the two had indeed not seen each other for a while, and after Bi Rui said that the complicated affairs of the next eight days would be taught to the maid of the second gate of Xueyue, the young man never saw this maid again.

After the unhappy parting last time, Li Zijin thought that there was nothing to talk about between them, and they would leave without saying a word.

Unexpectedly, when he stepped into the hall of the Flying Sword Hall, the maidservant Bi Rui, who happened to come out of it, greeted the young man with a smile, as if nothing had happened, and said, "Li Gongzi, Miss Hongshao, long time no see." ”

Actually, it's not long.

Li Zijin was surprised: "Miss Birui, you are also here to discuss business today?"

The woman with those eyes, who could seduce away the man's soul, shook her head and said with a charming smile: "The son is joking, how can the slave and the maid be a servant?"

Li Zijin squinted his eyes, it seemed that the other party had never happened before, and now she is still continuing to be her maid of flowers, using this identity as the best cover for her true identity.

In fact, as early as a few days ago, Li Zijin privately revealed this matter to Yuan Tiancheng, the deputy mountain owner of Buye Mountain, after all, Buye Mountain treats him well, and he can't look at a Yeye Mountain and raise tigers.

However, the answer given by the deputy mountain master Yuan to the young man was unexpected, and it was just an understatement: "I know, thank you for reminding me." ”

I thought that Yuan Tiancheng had already expelled Birui from the Sleepless Mountain, but I didn't expect the two to meet in the Flying Sword Hall of the Sleepless City.

Li Zijin originally wanted to say something, but he felt that this was someone else's family matter, and it was difficult for him to interfere.

Therefore, after Bi Rui's answer, Li Zijin just hummed, nodded perfunctorily, and then took his little junior sister Hong Shao and entered the Flying Sword Hall.

The girl was simple-minded, she didn't know why, and said to Li Zijin with a smile: "Senior brother, that sister Birui is so beautiful, she was so close to her senior brother in the restaurant before, is it your Taoist companion?"

Lang, a young man in a green shirt who had just borrowed a pen and paper and planned to write a letter to Lu Zhixing first, suddenly had a gloomy face, and knocked a chestnut on the girl's head, pretending to look murderous, but he couldn't be cruel no matter what, and scolded: "Hongshao, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense." The senior brother has been guarding himself like a jade from beginning to end, and there is no Taoist companion yet. ”

The girl Hongshao took a chestnut slap, a little aggrieved, after hearing this, her eyes lit up, and she said innocently: "Then why don't I be a senior brother's Taoist companion?"

Li Zijin wanted to knock the girl on the chestnut again, but looking at her innocent appearance, he couldn't bear it, and put down his raised hand again, and said softly: "No, senior sister is junior sister, senior brother is senior brother, and besides, senior brother already has a sweetheart, and you will marry in the future." ”

Hong Shao didn't understand what it meant to marry, and asked her the best senior brother in the world: "Senior brother, what does it mean to get married?"

After a moment of silence, the young man said, "Hmm······ How to say it, marrying someone means that if you don't practice, you will probably marry an ordinary man, and after a hundred years, the two will grow old together. There is a saying in the world that 'white-headed old together', which is the meaning. ”

Before the young man could speak the second half of the sentence, the girl Hongshao couldn't wait to say: "Then can I marry my senior brother and grow old with my senior brother?"

Li Zijin shook his head, said no, and repeated the words that a senior brother is a senior brother and a junior sister is a junior sister.

The girl was a little disappointed, Li Zijin smiled and comforted her, "Hongshao, you are still young now, and you don't know how vast the world is. The mountains and rivers you have seen, and the people you have seen, are too few, so you only think that your senior brother is good. In fact, when you meet more people in the future, you will find that there are more people who are better than your senior brother. The world is so big, there will always be one you like, the book says, there is no grass at the end of the world, that's what it means. ”

The koi girl drooped her head, listless, and asked aggrievedly, "Has the senior brother walked through many mountains and rivers?"

The young man in the green shirt was slightly stunned, recalling the process of his journey, in addition to taking the Xianjia ferry boat in Yong'andu, crossing the land of a state to Taoyao Prefecture, in fact, he fled from Taiping County to Daxuan Capital before, and fled from Daxuan Capital to Yunxia Mountain, and then traveled through the entire Yan Kingdom from Yunxia Mountain, and even walked out of the Northern Desert.

This journey is not long, but for a teenager, it is definitely not short.

Li Zijin thought about it, but still replied: "Senior brother has not walked many mountains and rivers now. ”

How clever the girl is, just waiting for her elder brother to lift a stone and shoot herself in the foot.

Hong Shao had an idea, and asked with a smile: "Will the senior brother like those better-looking women when the mountains and rivers he has traveled in the future become more and the women he has seen become more numerous?"

Li Zijin really didn't expect that this girl would set herself up here.

Immediately, after he stabilized his mind, his tone was firm, and he replied seriously: "No! Even if I walk all over the mountains and rivers of Fuyao Kyushu in the future, I will not like other women again." No matter how beautiful it looks, it won't. ”

The koi-born girl Hong Shao instantly grabbed the handle of the senior brother, pointed at the senior brother, with a righteous and awe-inspiring expression, and then said righteously: "Okay, wow, is it true that the truth of the senior brother is just for me? Why is it completely useless to come to you? Now the senior brother said that even if you go all over Kyushu, you won't like others, you liar!"

In fact, Hong Shao can be regarded as lifting a stone and smashing her feet, after all, this is her own saying that she "likes senior brother".

In the Flying Sword Hall, there is also a white-haired old man, who is the messenger who is responsible for handling all the affairs of the Flying Sword Hall Ming Hall, and he can't help but laugh out loud when he hears the funny remarks of the boy and the girl at this moment.

is a good pair of brothers and sisters in the same school, and they have to fight hard to move stones and smash their feet.

Li Zijin really gave Hong Shao a loop.

After thinking about it, he couldn't find a good word to explain this matter reasonably to this little junior sister who had so many questions.

Regarding feelings, the book does not teach.

Even if it is taught, it will not be accurate.

After all, every Taoist couple on the mountain, every couple under the mountain, the feelings between them are different from those of others.

There are lovers in the world, more than the stars in the sky, everyone is different, who can say for sure?

It is to ask all the sages with golden bodies in the Temple of Literature today, and among the saints of the three religions who are still alive in the world, which can explain the feelings between men and women clearly?

What's more, he Li Zijin?

Li Zijin can even imagine that asking Confucianism may be a sentence of lust, but in the end, it is not worth mentioning what is the main thing in front of the main thing, what kind of wind and snow, and the love of children and daughters, in the face of family and national affairs.

Asked, maybe it's a sentence of pure heart and few desires, but there are a few branches and factions that allow disciples to have Taoist companions, and they don't really cut off their lust, but if they want to talk about the love between men and women, I'm afraid they can't understand.

Ask the Buddha, needless to say, the children of the Buddhist family cannot have Taoist couples, and they have always been secretive about the affairs of men and women.

The disciples of the Buddhist family are almost "forgetful", and they are doing all the things of Pudu sentient beings, so how can they have time to talk about the private affairs of their children.

This fucking sage can't answer a question, ask me Li Zijin?

Li Zijin scratched his head, and finally just said hesitantly: "This ······ It's not the same, emotional things, depending on the person. Some people have identified a person, even if they have walked through many landscapes and seen many people in the future, they will not change their minds. Some people may see the wider the world, and the more beautiful the women they see, the more they will like it. There is no definite number in matters of feelings, it is all up to the individual. ”

Hong Shao pursed his lips, wrapped his arms around his chest, and said proudly: "Then how does Senior Brother know that I am not the same kind of person as you?"

He really couldn't answer, so he could only be speechless and buried himself in writing a letter.

The girl Hongshao was very happy, and it was rare to have the upper hand in front of her senior brother.

When Li Zijin was immersed in writing the letter, the girl Hongshao wanted to read the content, so she pushed him away, so she had to pout, sit on the chair next to him, and wait boredly for the senior brother to finish writing the letter, so as to take her to see the landscape.

The messenger old man who was sitting in the Flying Sword Hall of the Nightless Mountain stroked his beard and smiled, feeling that the young man had lost unjustly, after all, even if he had lived for more than three hundred years, he could not explain the emotional matter clearly.

The old man thinks that if he likes it, he likes it, sometimes he likes a person, and he will disappear in the blink of an eye for a lifetime, saying that she is the best-looking woman in the world, but it may not be.

If you want him to say why he likes it, say why, maybe he can't say it.

I probably like a person, even if I look at the face at the first glance, but the last glance is to see the heart.

It's just that it's easy to look at the face, but it's not easy to look at the heart.

In the world, how many couples can be married?

Out of the room of the Flying Sword Hall came an old woman with frost-white sideburns and a wrinkled face, who was the old messenger's wife.

The old woman scolded and walked to the hall with a bowl of steaming chicken soup, punched the messenger on the old man, brought the chicken soup to his table, and nagged: "Busy and busy, no one asks for a know what you are busy with, the soup is cold, you don't want to drink, and your turtle son will freeze to death." ”

The messenger laughed and stared at the staggering steps of the old woman who turned back to the back room to make a fire, and was silent for a long time.

He is a Jindanke and has lived for more than 300 years.

She is just an ordinary maidservant girl in the Sleepless Mountain, an ordinary man, who can't practice.

When I first saw my wife, the old man was not an old man, but a young man who cultivated himself to stay at the age of a weak crown.

After he fell in love with her, he concealed the fact that he was a Jindan Earth Immortal, concealed his age, and no longer used magical powers to keep his face forever, just to grow old with her.

She is a knife-mouthed tofu heart, talking and nagging non-stop, he is a stuffy gourd who is not good at words, and he is stuffy in his heart.

I never thought that the two people with completely opposite personalities would live together for more than 60 years in the blink of an eye, noisy and nagging, and her life will come to an end.

The years have drawn countless wrinkles on her face, but in the heart of the messenger old man, his wife will always be the slim young girl in the wind.

On the night of the candle night in the cave room, even a woman with a mediocre posture looked sinking under the shadow of the red makeup candle, maybe it was only in his eyes.

But as long as it is like this in his eyes, it is enough.

That night, the woman asked him three questions that all women in the world would ask.

And he answered, as all men in the world would answer.

"Am I beautiful?"

"Madame is naturally extremely beautiful. ”

"Then will you love me for a long time?"

At that time, the young monk said categorically: "Yes!"

"How long?" she asked.

He replied, "That's how long a lifetime." ”

To this day, the messenger who could have broken through the Yuan Infant and extended his lifespan for a hundred years has not practiced for even a moment since the night of the candle in the cave room, just waiting for God to take them away together.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

The young man in the green shirt gently put down the pen, carefully picked up the letter, carefully considered the letters, and pondered the letter, he studied it for a long time.

I'm afraid that if that sentence is not said well, she will be unhappy.

After all, this is a letter that is about to go to the sweetheart.

Naturally, it is necessary to be careful and clear.

The letter is long.

It was so long that it was so long that the handwriting occupied almost the entire page, so long that he thought about it while writing, and then looked at it again and again after writing, and it took a whole hour.

The letter is also very short.

It's so short that I can't fit into his thoughts, and there are thousands of words, and what I want to say to her is difficult to express on a piece of paper.

The letter should be fast.

Because he had seen those messenger flying swords, and in an instant, they flashed away from his side.

The letter should also be slow.

Slow enough that he would hoddle outside the Flying Sword Hall at night, waiting for a reply from his sweetheart, with such a nervous mood, spending his days like a year, how could he not be slow?

The boy stared at the letter he had written for a long time.

When the ink had dried thoroughly on the letter, he closed it, walked over to the white-haired old man's table, and handed it to him.

The old man took a sip of chicken soup, the whole person was warm and comfortable, and he smiled and took the letter from the young man in a green shirt, and he even wondered at that time, whether this young man could not write?

"Choose a date for the arrival of the letter, then place your palm on the flying sword and silently recite the mantra of the recipient or the place where the letter will be received. The white-haired old man put down the bowl of chicken soup and pointed to the dazzling array of flying swords on the counter on the left, all of which were of all kinds, with hundreds of styles and colors, for you to choose from.

Li Zijin asked curiously, "When will the letter arrive?"

The old man hummed, nodded and explained: "Each kind of flying sword has different speeds, some are fast, some are slow, the fast ones are expensive, and the slow ones are cheap. ”

Concise and to the point, without a single superfluous sentence.

He thought for a moment and said, "Then the fastest one, how much?"

The old man was just about to tell the real price, but he didn't think about it, and remembered the words of Yuan Tiancheng, the deputy mountain master of the Sleepless Mountain, so he had to speak: "A small full coin." ”

In fact, when the young man asked the question just now, he had already put his hand into the burden full of his belongings, and went to get the fairy money, he thought about the fastest messenger flying sword, to send such a letter, how could he have to ask for ten or eight small full coins, and even frost money, how could it be a small full coin?

Li Zijin looked at the white-haired old man who picked up the chicken soup again and tasted it carefully, "A small man's coin?"

It was so cheap that he couldn't believe it, he had known that the flying sword transmission was so cheap, and he would have written a letter to Yunxia Mountain a long time ago.

The old man took a sip, dried the chicken soup directly, and nodded, "Yes!"

The degree of cherishing words like gold made Li Zijin wonder if the white-haired old man in front of him was related to Ming Ye.

Li Zijin casually touched two small full coins, and in the old man's puzzled expression, he handed the two small full coins to the old man, and said with a smile: "Trouble old man, give me another piece of letterhead, and the next letter will be the fastest!"

I almost forgot to write a letter to Li Huairen of the Daoxuan Academy, I have come here, and I can't tell Li Huairen that kid knows that he wrote to Lu Zhixing, and he doesn't write to him, and when the time comes, he will put a hat on his head that is heavy and light.

Sweetheart, hair small.

It's all excellent, very good.

None of them are inappropriate.

The white-haired old man took another piece of letter paper and gave it to Li Zijin, and couldn't help but say: "Young man, this letter will be written for another hour or two? Old man, my body is not as tough as when I was young, I'm afraid I can't sit here hungry and wait for you to write a letter······

He smelled the smell of food from the back room just now, his wife's cooking is a must, the color and fragrance are complete, although the cooking speed is slower, but the taste is absolutely impeccable, Rao is he, who was once young and frivolous, relying on his own cultivation, he broke into the palace of the emperor of the secular dynasty and stole the imperial meal, and he felt that those delicacies of the mountains and seas were far inferior to his wife's food.

Just sitting here waiting for the young man to write a letter, the old man's stomach was already grumbling with hunger, and just by imagining his wife cooking a table of dishes, he could keep swallowing his saliva and moving his index finger.

It's a bit ······ Can't wait.

The old man, who has always been taciturn, really doesn't know where a young man has so much to say, could it be the kind of love words that are smelly and long that can make people get goosebumps after listening to them?!

The old man shuddered, shook his head over there, and looked at Li Zijin's expression again, which looked a little ······ It's weird.

I never thought that just after the old man was stunned for such a moment, the young man in green shirt with the sword behind him had already folded the second letter and handed it to the old man again.

The messenger exclaimed, "So fast?!"

Li Zijin nodded, squinted and smiled: "That's right, isn't this thinking that the old gentleman should go to fill his stomach earlier." ”

Just now, he captured the picture of the old woman coming out to deliver chicken soup to the messenger old man, and then smelled the aroma of the food, so there were only a few sentences in the letter to Li Huairen.

It's not perfunctory, it's really a young man who thinks that between men and men in the world, there is never a need to say much, if he wasn't really worried about Li Huairen's recent situation and wanted him to write a letter back to him, Li Zijin would even "say a thousand words without words", just write his name on the letter, let the other party know that he is still alive, it is enough.

That's why everything was written in such a short time.

Looking at such an understanding young man, the white-haired old man smiled, returned the two small full coins to the young man, waved his hand and said, "You kid, sensible." ”

Then, almost instantly, the old man slipped away with lightning speed, and after quickly hanging a wooden sign at the door of the Flying Sword Hall that said "Do not disturb during lunch break", he ran into the back room in a blink of an eye, and lowered the curtain.

Then Li Zijin put his left and right hands on the two letters on the table with tears and laughter.

The previous sentence is Liang Jing's mantra for receiving letters from Li Zijin and Daoxuan Academy:

"Quiet and inactive, the Tao is natural. ”

The latter sentence is a "mantra" that Li Zijin has never believed in Yunxia Mountain:

"If you have something to say, you can say it quickly, and if you have a fart, let it go. ”

The young man sighed with emotion, it was really in line with the ······ of the female sword immortal Tang Yin Straight, I just don't know if those Qi Refiners who sent messages to the Yunxia Mountain Flying Sword would feel as strange as themselves when they read this mantra······

However, after the young man uttered two mantras, two pocket flying swords flew out of the counter on the left almost at the same time, small and exquisite, with no blades.

The two pocket flying swords each picked up a letter, and then those letters entered the flying sword, and others could not see the letter with the naked eye, only the flying sword.

The messenger in the back room felt something in his heart, and sensed that the young man had finished reciting the mantra and that the flying sword could accurately deliver the letter to its destination.

The old man in white picked up a piece of braised pork with chopsticks, put it in his mouth, and then vaguely recited a sentence urging the message flying sword to set off, "If you want to know what is in your heart, look at the book in your belly." Sword go!"

Two pocket-sized flying swords, as if ordered by the Imperial Decree.

Disappeared from Li Zijin and Hong Shao's sight in an instant.