People will always remember something at some uncertain time, but they may also turn around and forget about it.

Those things that can't be forgotten are not memories, but have been deeply rooted in the bones.

Wuya has been in Changbai Mountain for four years, and it is not so much about resigning himself to his fate as he is getting used to it.

Human habits are terrible, and once formed, they forget their original self.

The night is black, but the snow is still white at night.

The heavens and the earth are white, the mountains and rivers are white, the woodlands and the grass are also white, just like he is now, white paper.

Nam Jin is still alive, alive and well, at least a lot of the time. It was as if for her, the world was a passerby.

Something happens, but it's a short stay, and then it passes with time. People have changed, the world has changed.

It's hard for her.

In the past four years, the poison in her body has not flareed up again. Although he has never found the thousand-year-old snow ginseng in the mouth of the old man of Tianchi, he must have used other methods to help stabilize the toxicity.

So, what about her?

Is she okay in the distance?

Wuya knew that the ice cave of the old man of Tianchi was a forbidden place, and he had never entered it in the past four years. Nam Jin is different.

In order to better treat Nanzhen, the old man of Tianchi took her as an apprentice, taught her kung fu, and treated her as his own daughter.

This mysterious Tianchi old monster is not as terrible as the ghost said.

Two days ago, the old man of Tianchi was going to retreat with Nanzhen, and he didn't think much about it, except for looking for thousand-year-old snow ginseng everywhere, the rest of the time was to practice swords in the snow.

With his eyes closed, he waved wildly. The broken sword, like a dagger, reaps every snowflake that falls.

I woke up a little late on the new day, and it was a sunny day. The sunlight is particularly dazzling in the snow. He didn't know how long Old Man Tianchi and Nanzhen would have to retreat this time, but he had already made up his mind.

Don't force it, go and see, just take a look.

The horses' hooves splashed snow, wildflowers, streams, and dust, and finally fell.

From the Northeast, to Hebei, and then to the Central Plains. All the way south.

This has changed to the fourth horse, blaming himself for his poor riding skills, and the horse is also affected.

Finally arrived at Central Plains City. The business of the restaurant has always been very good, but he is just passing by, he doesn't want to stay, he doesn't want to disturb. He was afraid that the joy of meeting him would dissipate his determination to go south.

I'll see you again, Huaishan, the drunkard, the fat man, and everyone.

Just rest your feet and continue on your way, the entanglement on your body is not enough to squander. He thought, there must be a lot of treasures in the ice cave of the old man Tianchi, otherwise how could he guard it so tightly. If Nan Zhen has the heart, he can bring out a few random things for him, and he will not be so shabby on his own journey.

Just as he was thinking about it, he stumbled upon someone touching his money bag. He grabbed that hand, only to hear the man mutter, "Oh, I'll go, misunderstanding, this young man, you ......" The person who spoke looked at Wuya, and the words in his mouth instantly became "Your uncle's ......" Wuya was also surprised, but hurriedly covered his mouth.

This person is none other than the thief Shadowless Tian Feng.

"Don't shout, whisper!" Wu Ya said as he pulled Tian Feng towards a narrow alley, and then let go of his hand.

"Your uncle," Tian Feng gasped and scolded, "You want to suffocate me!"

"Why haven't you changed your stinky problem?" asked Wuya.

"It's changed, it's been changed a long time ago!" Tian Feng replied. "It's just that the back looks a little familiar with you, and I want to play tricks, but I didn't expect it to be you kid!"

The two men looked at each other and finally burst out laughing.

In the past few years, Situ Xiaojing's reputation as a "god catcher" has spread in the rivers and lakes, but what is even more talked about is that the three evil thieves in the Central Plains City in the past have become fast catching evil and promoting good for the people.

Yan Feihu's home is magnificent, and it can be described as seven in and seven out. Listening to Tian Feng, he has more than 20 maids alone, and he doesn't know if he can eat or not.

Tian Feng's meaning, if you are shy in your pocket, it is the most cost-effective to steal Yan Feihu's house. And although Zhang Tieshan is rich, his money is still in the casino nine times out of ten.

Wuya thought to himself, what kind of friends he made these friends, friends stealing friends, shameless and obscene.

Encounters are always inevitable, so it's better to blatantly drink and talk.

Wuya guessed correctly, going to Yan Feihu's house is not so simple as stealing. The table is full of dishes and wine, Yan Feihu and Zhang Tieshan, and the two of them can't eat it all in one day.

That's it.

It was a feast of silence.

The wine is bamboo leaf green, specially bought from the delicious restaurant, and it is still a familiar taste.

After the third round, Zhang Tieshan spoke first, "I won't ask what I shouldn't ask, I just want to know what you plan?"

Yan Feihu and Tian Feng were also waiting for Wuya to speak.

Wuya pursed his lips, drank the wine in his hand, and said bluntly, "Just make up some entanglements, I want to go south, except for you, I don't want to be known by others." ”

"Fuck your shit! I know that Zhang Tieshan's face is as black as carbon, just buy a few pots of bamboo leaf green, and I still have to ask my treasured daughter Hong, it turns out that I gave you this dog thing to drink!"

There was another burst of swearing, and a red-faced man kicked the door open and ran in. Wuya sighed, but still couldn't hide.

Wuya looked behind the man, fortunately, there was no one else. I don't know whether to be happy or disappointed.

"Master drunkard, you're here too. Wuya stood up, but the drunkard didn't come forward again.

The joy of meeting turned into wordless embarrassment, but he knew that those who cared about him and those he cared about remained the same.

"Are you leaving?" the drunkard asked.

"Yes. Wuya replied.

"How long will it be and when will you come back?" the drunkard asked again.

Wuya lowered his head and said slowly, "I don't know." ”

At this time, the drunkard suddenly rushed towards Wuya, and he wanted to slap Wuya with hatred.

But the raised hand still did not fall.

He just sighed, "It seems that now is not the time for you, everyone is fine, and you are not dead." ”

As he spoke, the drunkard turned to leave, walked to the door, and turned to look at Wuya again, "Don't worry, go and do your business, they don't know you're coming back yet." You remember, you owe everyone a drink. ”

Wuya looked at the back of the drunkard and said with a wry smile, "It's not just a meal." ”

Yan Feihu sighed and said, "Life and death, what is the pain. There are many ways to be at ease, but you are all so hypocritical. He patted Wuya on the shoulder, "I said, it's okay if you're so stubborn, don't you plan to meet Situ?"

Wuya shook his head. "Next time. ”

Stayed overnight, each without a word.

The next day, alone, we continued our departure.

I don't know how tired a few good horses were, and all that accompanied him was the continued stubble.

After several twists and turns, I finally arrived in Spring City.

The northernmost and southernmost, the north and the south.

Strange city and strange street, I don't know if I can see that familiar and strange person again.

How many people do you know in your life, and how many of them are friends?

Who has spoken from the bottom of your heart to whom?

Listen to them.

Chanyue said: Simple satisfaction is an attitude, but people can't give up the pace of pursuit, so people always live in contradictions.

Li Li said: Vigorous is life, and you should not be willing to be mediocre.

Wei Mo said: If you can't die, it's not a big deal.

Xing Tian said: Sometimes a sincere smile is worth a thousand words of explanation.

Lao Duan said: Many people in my family can afford to drink Xifeng wine, but there are only a few of you who can drink it for free.

Shanzhao said: There are two meanings of the sword, one is love, and the other is killing. It's like I used to forge a sword to protect the people I loved, but then it turned into murder.

Soni said: Regrets are there for everyone. If there is too much helplessness, there will be too much regret.

A-Ning said: It's a very ridiculous thing to be crazy, but I'm crazy for a person, and if he doesn't think it's ridiculous, I'm not ridiculous.

Zhang Ye said: There is money to make, there are people to love, how happy!

Rui Rui said: Like Brother Wuya, be a chivalrous man, hoe the strong and help the weak, be famous all over the world, and be proud of the rivers and lakes.

The drunkard said: In fact, drinking can solve many problems, so why think about it so complicated?

The white tiger said: The friendship of gentlemen is as light as water, and the friendship of brothers is as strong as wine.

Huaishan said: There are many things, I would rather see it very lightly, except for you.

Yu'er said: People should respect and cherish each other, and life is only a hundred years.

Xi Lei said: You can continue to play the guzheng when it breaks a string, but no matter how beautiful it is, it will not be pleasant. It's like every friend around me.

Master Zhiyong said: Even if you practice the 72-way grappling hand, you can't grasp the unpredictable people's hearts.

Qingyang said: It is not a skill to keep people, but it is to keep the heart.

Monroe said: I hate someone because I love it too much. In fact, why hate, just kill him.

Aunt Mei said: Some things are predestined, so sometimes people have to deceive themselves.

Xin'er said: Happiness sometimes has nothing to do with love, but love always makes people feel happy.

Minghao said: I am willing to cherish this person with my life, because she gives me the value of existence.

Hanyi said: It takes a lot of courage to wait for a person silently, and it is not worth it.

Jin Peng said: You don't have to say too much, love is just one word, and hate is the same. There are dispensable emotions in between.

The best way to remember one thing is to remember it as if it were three meals a day. Remember that one is too.

Nam Jin said: May the people I love and love me always be healthy and happy.

Once the sea was difficult to turn into water, now it is dried up by fire.

Years later, every time Wuya thinks of these people, he is very satisfied.

In fact, relatively speaking, time is static, and it is always the human heart that is fickle.

Those emotions are like the muddy Yellow River.

Those sorrows, those sadness, those regrets.

They are all running non-stop, which catches people off guard.

But as long as we live, there is hope.

used to be young, smiling proudly. But how many can have the last laugh?

These laughs are happy, relieved, self-deprecating, or indifferent.

We pursue so much, and what do we get?

We have loved and been loved.

We have killed and been hunted down.

Love and killing, that's what rivers and lakes are.

On the banks of the Panlong River, kapok was in full bloom, and he finally saw her.

Downstairs in the spring, I only heard a woman singing slowly.

The peach blossom thanked Chunhong, too hurried.

Helplessly, the cold rain came in the morning and the wind came in the evening.

Rouge tears, leaving people drunk, when is it heavy.

It's just that people grow and hate water.

He kept looking, but he didn't expect that those were far away, just a turning distance.

He saw her, she saw her.

At that glance, it was as if 10,000 years had passed.

He laughed, didn't say a word, and walked past her as if he were a stranger.

And she had a tacit understanding, like a stranger, watching him walk in front of her.

A lot of things have already happened, and we can't change them, and we can't change them.

It's enough to see that you're alive.

Some things are too rushed. Looking back, I'm sorry, old times.

If there is an afterlife, be a bird.

The world is old and there is no worldly distraction.

Half flew high to the end of the world, and half fell on the cape.

Half of it is petrified into a mountain, and half is condensed into soil.

Very silent, very proud.

Never expect, never disappoint.

I don't know how long it took, so long that I forgot who I was, until I saw the snow-covered forest again.

Are you back? Are you back in Changbai? But is this the end?

Wuya feels like a bird with no way back, passing by everywhere he goes. So he fell into the snow, and looked around at the strange and familiar, and at the foot of the mountain not far away, there was something, which shone brightly under the refraction of the sun and snow. He closed his eyes, laughed, and then fell asleep without thinking.